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soul-controller · 1 year

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Influencing The Influencer II

In the two months since first possessing his friend Chris Nelson, Tom had been absolutely thriving in his new life as a hunky influencer. While the man’s gift of possession afforded him the ability to tap into the real Chris’ memories and persona from time to time, he had still expected to encounter some roadblocks along the way. But alas, the possession was an absolute success and Chris’ life was one that Tom was seamlessly able to take over.

In fact, Chris’ normal routines had become so easy to adapt to that they were second nature to Tom. Every morning, he would wake up and do Chris’ usual breakfast routine and workout before taking advantage of his apartment complex’s swimming pool. Of course it was a blessing to cool off into the calming and chilled water, but it was even more fun for Tom to watch his fellow neighbors stare at him and his gorgeously buff and tatted-up body. Eager to put on a show to give them more reason to stare, Tom wasn’t afraid of lifting up his arm to “accidentally” flex his biceps or allowing himself to get rock hard from the attention to cause his prominent manhood to strain against his swimsuit.

Although Tom himself hadn’t really been a super cocky individual, the time spent in Chris’ body had quickly corrupted him. While this was surely not only due to him tapping into Chris’ own confidence and inflated ego when it came time to go into “Chris Mode” and record content for his followers, a lot of this ego was gained from Tom’s own experiences in such a buff body. Everywhere he went, he was treated like a king amongst peasants, so it was no surprise that the man began to feel even more cocky and proud of the body he had hijacked. Every time he saw a mirror, this newfound narcissism was on full display as he admired his gorgeous tanned and tattooed skin, buff physique, and bright and perfectly aligned smile.

Upon finishing up and gathering all of his desired attention, the new Chris made his way back to his apartment to shower and get ready for the real work of the day. Of course, he often found himself distracted by his nude body, which caused him to jerk off multiple times to his own reflection, but he moved as fast as he could despite the vanity-centric hindrances. Upon drying off and getting dressed, Tom finally sat himself down at his sound-proofed office and began to record a slew of content that consisted of TikToks and podcasts with Chris’ friend Jay.

But unlike the real Chris Nelson, the new one was eager to build upon Chris’ follower count and came up with the perfect plan to do it. Throughout the past two months, the man had reached out to several other popular influencers or social media personalities in hopes of doing a collaboration. While most of these influences and his fans had assumed that this was just due to Chris’ desire to grow more popular by interacting with just as popular individuals, Tom had an ulterior motive behind these collaborations. In reality, Tom was working ahead by establishing connections with potential possession victims to hopefully make it easier for him to possess them himself. Given the fact that Chris would likely remain his host body to live as and possess others with, Tom had to regain connections with the people he used to know back when he was a 34-year-old Alabama native. Luckily, his plan had worked out well as he was able to get the large majority of his ideal possession choices to hang out and create content with him.

Although this posed several options for him to become someone new, Tom still found himself struggling to leave Chris’ life to take over someone else’s. But as he finished up his work for the day and sat back in his office chair, he finally told himself that the time had come to move on and become someone else for a little while. So, as he scrolled through his contacts list, the man ultimately decided on the perfect choice for his next body and fired off a message asking if they’d be up to collaborating the next day. After receiving a response that approved the idea, Tom smiled to himself as he tucked his phone back into a pocket of his shorts.

Now with the rest of the day free, Tom decided to go out with one last hurrah as Chris Nelson (at least for the time being). As such, he decided that the best course of action would be to head out to his favorite bar and get absolutely wasted. Of course, there was also the additional goal of finding a woman hot enough to go back home with him. Although Tom himself hadn’t been interested in women prior to possessing Chris, he had allowed himself to tap into the man’s psyche and become an almost exclusively heterosexual man. While Tom would have loved nothing more than to be his homosexual self and thus use such a gorgeous body to attract the attention of equally attractive men, he didn’t want to completely shake up the man’s life just in case he decided that he wouldn’t want to become Chris permanently one day.

So given his own kindness, Tom was forced to not only adopt the man’s own heterosexuality but also his specific taste in brunette women as well. As he arrived at the building and walked up to the bar to place his drink order, the man wasted no time then scanning for suitable partners for the night. By the time he had finally received his drink, his mind was already made up and thus wasted no time downing the shot and making his way over to a girl sitting by herself. Throughout the journey, he took the opportunity to alter his stance to try and look as impressive as possible to the girl (mainly through puffing out his chest so his skin-tight clothes looked even tighter on his body).

Upon arriving at the girl’s table, Tom used his countless knowledge about Chris and his content that discussed talking with and seducing women. As such, the man was practically on autopilot as he said all of the right things until he was given access to sit at the booth with her. Upon sliding into the seat, the man took the opportunity to display his gorgeous physique by spreading his legs out into the aisle and tensing up his arms. To his amusement, the woman was easily transfixed by his thick and defined quads and thus couldn’t help but stare at the small and tight black shorts he was wearing. While he was amused by the woman’s clear desire to know what was contained beneath the piece of fabric, Tom was a glutton for admiration and thus caused the woman to spend equal time admiring his tattooed arms by tensing his arms and even flexing for the woman in between the several rounds of shots that he had ordered for the both of them.

After these additional rounds of drinks, it was safe to say that both members of the incredibly photogenic duo were quite inebriated and extremely horny. Before they even made it to the Uber awaiting them outside that Tom had ordered a few rounds prior (he already could tell that she was more than willing to go home with him), the woman had fully jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around Chris’ impressive physique. Knowing that the woman was essentially putty in his hands, he wasted no time moving his hands to her backside to cup her perky ass while continuing to passionately make out with her tongue and all.

Upon being accosted by a few bartenders to get out before they started fucking on the tables of the bar, the couple hurled some slurred insults back at the workers before finally exiting the bar and entering their Uber. Throughout the entire journey back towards his apartment, Tom kept a cocky smirk on his face while maintaining contact with the mousey twig of a driver as he continued to peer into the rear view mirror to look at the backseat. While most times Tom would have been quick to tell the man to keep his eyes on the road, he couldn’t blame the man for wanting to glimpse it all. After all, he was an absolute stud with an equally gorgeous woman still wrapped around him. In his drunken state, it would have pissed him off more if the man hadn’t been watching him.

Before either Chris or the woman were aware of what was going on, the driver was already parked outside of the apartment complex and telling them to get out. While both of them could have been pissed by the man’s bluntness, they weren’t going to complain about it too much since it just allowed them to get to the main event sooner. By the time Chris had unlocked the door and entered his residence, the two of them were back at it making out and peeling off each other’s clothes. While she was quick in removing the man’s shirt, Tom was feeling especially cocky and thus eager to put on a show for his female companion. So, with his thicker hands, the man purposely fumbled with the woman’s button-up top for a few minutes before deciding on a much hotter alternative. Licking his lips while staring down at the shorter woman, the man suddenly grit his teeth as both hands wrapped around the top of the shirt and tugged. Immediately, the fabric split down the middle, creating casualties in the form of small buttons that popped off of the garment and tumbled down onto the man’s tiled floor.

To the man’s amusement, the woman attempted to stifle a moan at the erotic display of strength. These moans only began to grow more intense as Tom took the opportunity to unclasp the woman’s bra and free her sizable breasts. Smirking at her exposed and perky melon-sized breasts, Tom took a moment to give her a reward by getting onto his knees and running his luscious lips down her chest and across her nipples. As the woman groaned and moaned above him from such undeniable pleasure, Tom showed no plans of stopping as he progressed down the woman’s taut torso and found himself staring face first at her lace-covered crotch. Despite not actually being into women prior to becoming Chris, Tom’s tapping into Chris’ personality had caused him to start second-guessing his identity as a gay man. So with an animalistic desire filling his mind, the man couldn’t resist moving his lips up to the waistband of the panties and lightly biting down on them before pulling them down. Keeping his eyes staring upwards at the gorgeous brunette, he couldn’t help but chuckle through the fabric in-between his teeth due to just how horny she looked. It was erotic as hell to visually see how much pleasure he had given her before he had even fucked her senseless!

But upon letting go of the panties and allowing them to tumble onto the floor, the woman was quick to step out of them and prepare for the next round of foreplay. With such an inflated cockiness within him now, Tom was eager to have his ego stroked by the woman. So as he got back up onto his feet, the woman was totally content with having him take control and force her down onto her knees. “That was fun, but now it’s your turn to put in some work. How about you start admiring these muscles to show just how much you want me…” he slyly teased, relieved as the woman was quick to jump into action.

Tilting his head back, deep moans began to escape from Chris’ mouth as the woman eagerly did as she was told. This hadn’t been the first time that Tom had his female companions worship his gorgeously buff body, but this woman was by far and away the best at it. Her lips and tongue were a killer combination as they ran along the curved musculature of his biceps and even ventured deep into his sweaty armpits. Continuing downwards, the woman peppered kisses from her bright red lips as she went from the man’s pumped up pecs to his cobblestone abs. At her lower elevation, it wasn’t much of a shock that her mouth took advantage of the opportunity and began toying with Chris’ thick manhood. “Aw fuck,” Tom groaned, turned on by just how well the woman was pleasuring him while using her well-manicured nails to grasp onto his firm yet perky ass cheeks for support.

Given the fact that he felt himself rushing towards orgasm, he was quick to pull the woman away from his cock and instead lead her directly onto the bed. As such, the two individuals didn’t even bother to grab a condom before he plunged his thick rod into the woman’s tight pussy. As the two of them grunted and groaned in near-unison, it only took a few minutes before the main event had finally ended and Tom had shot a thick load deep within the woman.

After such a physically intensive day even before their rendezvous, it wasn’t much of a surprise then that the two of them were quickly growing tired from the exhaustion. Still eager to be a gentleman, he allowed the woman to stay the night as they both fell back into the bed and almost instantly fell asleep. While the woman’s final thoughts before passing out considered the potential of a future relationship with Chris, the man next to her wasn’t thinking the same things. Instead, he was thinking about an even better relationship on the horizon, the one that would begin tomorrow when he possessed a brand new man and took over his life…

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theresattrpgforthat · 2 months

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Hello, thank you for all your hard work on recommendations! Do you know of any vampire games where being a vampire is NOT presented as a 'You are a horrible parasite clinging to humanity!' thing? And/or perhaps it is more about how humans are awful to vampires. Being non-crunchy is a bonus. It doesn't have to be light-hearted, I'd rather play something with a serious tone.

Theme: Alternative Vampires.

Hello friend, there’s a lot of really interesting vampire games out there! One of the most well-known is, of course, Vampire: The Masquerade, which you've possible heard about before, but I think is important to acknowledge when looking at many vampire games that have been created in the past. It's influenced the way a lot of roleplayers see vampires.

On the other hand, there's also a lot of work to change up how vampires are seen, and the BIPOC Vamp Jam is an excellent example of that. I think you'll recognize some of the games in this list from that jam!

Some of the games here are more serious than others, but I think there’s still some complex themes even within the games that don’t take themselves too seriously. I hope there’s something here that fits what you’re looking for!

Bloodsucker Elegy, by Porcupine Publishing.

Tonight, everything falls apart. The place went up like a bonfire Black-clad mortals They know everything about us They know our names They know how to kill us

Bloodsucker Elegy is a compact (15pp) game for two or more players, about vampires on the night their world comes crashing down around them.

Intended for short-form play, Bloodsucker Elegy uses a diceless system that draws on ideas from the Vampire: the Masquerade spinoff video game Swansong.

A game about enduring the end of life as you know it, Bloodsucker Elegy gives you both human skills and supernatural powers to help you face your oncoming doom. Every time you do something supernatural, you must take 1 Hunger. Every time you use a human skill, you must spend Willpower. With no Willpower left, you’ll slip into a slumber resembling death. At 12 Hunger, you can feel your inner beast surface, your bloodlust take over. You can gain willpower by meditating and reduce hunger by feeding, but both are dangerous when you’re being hunted. If you want a game that pushes your characters and forces them to make heavy choices, this might be the game for you.

Thousand Year old Vampire, by timhutchings.

A creaking hunter among dust and cobwebs, you prowl the night places, seeking the souls on which you feed. You have done this since time immemorial, or so you believe; you have no memories of living as a man-thing like those you catch and eat. But human traces linger; your fingers trace clever arabesques in the dirt of your grave-place and with the flourishes come whispered songs in a language you've forgotten. Far away, in a museum, hangs your portrait in oil by a master five hundred years dead--you might have been lovers but the diary you kept then is long lost.

This is a solo game, meant for intimate and personal experiences. Thousand Year Old Vampire comes with a lot of high praise, meant to be powerful, emotional and thought provoking. You are a vampire, discovering and losing memories as you fill up your diary. This is a personal horror game, a game about losing pieces of yourself to the ravages of time. It’s received 3 awards from the Ennies, and also won the Indicade Tabletop Design Award in 2020. I think it’s probably worth checking out!

The Blood, by Falconian Productions.

Vampires are creatures of magic; how else do you explain the undead? It’s not some outside force’s pet project — vampirism is magic. An arcane force, The Blood, is what makes a vampire.

What is the Blood? It’s the fragment of power shared by every vampire in the world, and the conglomerate force made up of those segments. It's not a voice, or instinct, but… insight. The Blood shows you what you want, what It wants. It shows you the quickest and easiest ways to get to it.Then, it gives you what you need to act on it.

But your choices are always your own. Those that would do no wrong even in the face of temptation likely still won't as a vampire, but those that avoided wrongdoing only because they feared being caught, or lacked the means?

The Blood is a game about vampires as arcane creatures, an otherworldly force empowering their undead forms and providing them with magical potency. The powers attributed to vampires in stories and media are simply the spells that come most easily to them. It's about seeing how they balance their desire for power with the need for secrecy in the world, and about succumbing to or resisting the arcane desires their Blood inflicts on them.

This is a game that feels like it draws quite a bit from the lore and allure of Vampire: the Masquerade. It gives your characters an internal struggle to wrestle with, gives you 10-sided dice to roll in dice pools, and counts a 7 or higher as a success. In this game, your character also has magical strengths and personal advantages or disadvantages - perhaps a certain kind of magic always comes easier to you, or perhaps you have a sworn enemy who is always on your tail. If you want a game about secrecy and struggle, this might be the game for you.

Dead Letter Society, by Rori Montford.

Live your best unlife as the newest member of the Dead Letter Society, an exclusive communication network for vampires. Pursue your ambitions, and question the Society's motives, in this journaling and epistolary game for 1-2 players.

Dead Letter Society is a journaling game where your letters drive the action. Choose your genre, build your world, and discover the joys of corresponding via a secret society with unknown motives.

This is a slower and quieter game, for a much smaller group of people that happens over the course of writing various letters or journal entries. Using tarot cards, you’ll answer the questions that arise out of the course of your play (although it looks like you can use dice or other method of number generation if you like). The game is, at its core, about two vampires sharing a connection through a Society whose motives are… suspect. It looks like there are play-sets for various settings, and while I’m not sure exactly what your vampires’ position is in relation to humans, the fact that it’s meant to take place between 2 players (or by yourself) gives me a suspicion that your characters will be sympathetic, rather than monstrous.

Eat the Reich, by Rowan, Rook & Decard.

The year is 1943. You are a team of crack vampire commandos with one mission: drink all of Hitler's blood.

This over-the-top, ultraviolent game is designed to be played from beginning to end in one to three sessions of carnage, blood magic, meaningful flashbacks and hundreds upon hundreds of extremely dead fascists. It tells one story, it tells it loud, and it tells it brilliantly. Think Wolfenstein crossed with Danger 5 and you're not far off the mark.

This is a game about punching up, and punching back. The designers are aiming for something that is over-the-top, messy, and violent, something that guides your characters through one big mission while providing the ability to flash-back to moments in WW2 that led your characters to this final moment. It’s meant to be big, bombastic and bloody - and it’s currently still in production. You can still pre-order it on the Kickstarter page, but if you want to learn more about it first, I recommend checking out this post by the authors, as well as the game v, which uses the same rule system to deliver a punchy one-shot experience.

Bloodbeam Badlands, by Viditya Voleti.

You have survived the apocalypse, and your worst nightmare has come true. The sun burns redder, brighter, and hotter, never setting - the Forever Dawn. The land has been irradiated and kissed by its strange sanguine rays, warping the world into a carnival for the strange and the supernatural.

Bloodbeam Badlands is a game for at least 2 players, including a Game Master (GM). It’s a game about vampires stuck surviving a post-apocalyptic world where the sun never sets, what it means to keep moving when the deck is stacked against you, the immortal facing mortality with every step. It’s also a game about being really cool vampires with cool vampire powers and cool magic guns going on rad adventures in a rad world filled with rad things.

Characters in Bloodbeam Badlands have 3 Stats: Guts, Guile, and Guise that determine your capabilities and how many dice you roll, and 3 Sources: Blood, Bullets, and Burn which determine your state of being and what value you need to roll under. Managing your Sources as they fluctuate and playing to your strengths allows for a dynamic yet simple system! It’s the end of the world and your greatest enemy is able to kill you at all hours of the day.

A game of survival and plenty of character pieces that exist in threes, Bloodbeam Badlands hands you some cursed guns and powerful vampiric abilities and asks you to try and survive in a world where not just the humans, but the landscape wants to kill you. If you want a game about kicking desperation in the face and rad adventures, this might be the game for you.

The Sun’s Ransom, by pidj.

The Sun's Ransom is a poetic, tragic RPG where you play vampires determined to bring back the sun.

The world has gone dark and the mortals are consumed by the need for warmth, light and power. It is up to you, who do not need life or warmth or light or power, to ransom the sun, despite the cost. You must go against your vampiric nature and remember what brought Light and Joy to your mortal self. That is the blood-price for the sun.

This is a game that takes your resources away from you as you play. Your table will have the freedom to determine what kind of world you start in and what exactly the roles are for both mortals and vampires. This means that it’s up to you what kind of creatures vampires are, and how people see them! What you’ll struggle with is your doom - or to be more clear, the doom of the mortals around you.

When you begin play, you’ll place as many dice as can cover the sun that the game provides for you to print out. As you play, those dice will be removed - and the sun will come back, saving the mortals you fight for, and hurting you in the process. If you want a game of tragedy and sacrifice, I recommend this game.

Other Games I’ve Recommended

Blood and Sacrilege, by Tom Clark.

Vamp Camp!, by Sebastian Yue.

Bubblegum Vampires, by Gormengeist.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #dnd #asks #vampires

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teabagandsugar · 2 months

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Chiaki Arisugawa ‼️ MILGRAM Oc

"Sup' there!" You must be the prison guard or something? I'm Chiaki Arisugawa, 21 years old! Can we like..just go on with the interrogation? I really gotta pick up my brother from school."

The 11th prisoner. A Visual-kei Idol with strong belief of her innocence. Chiaki is a chill and friendly individual, getting along with almost everyone inside the prison. Still, if her innocence in her crime gets discussed, she will get protective and aggressive, with her doting personality having a 360° change in order to protect her own action. She acts as a mentor or to the youngest prisoners, defending them and sticking by as they need a shoulder to cry on.

"You wouldn't think i'm guilty just for protecting my family, i hope? koki is the only family to me. he is most important. you have a family, right?? you understand me, don't you Guard-kun??"

gender: female

height: 167

birthday: april 1

age: 21 y.o

blood type: A

[Relationship with the other prisoners]

haruka - they have a sibling-like bond. or at least, with her being like family to everyone, haruka clings onto dear life to her, and she bares with it and treats him as her own brother. it might get unhealthy, but generally they just complement eachother's missing things. it's in her nature to care for those in need, and haruka is in need of care after years of neglect.

yuno - they get along as on their having similar personality traits, as well as agreeding with their committed crimes. quite enjoy eachother's presence. surely you can see them hang out around strolling around the building or in eachother's jail at times.

fuuta - even though they do have a similar problem with those hero complexes, chiaki would not agree with futa's actions. she does tolerate him though, both don't mind eachother and there still is respect.

muu - chiaki gets a strong sense to protect muu when she acts like a victim, later changing her opinion on her when she finds out she wasn't much of a victim, yet still feeling conflicted about how manipulative a kid can be. she would try and stay a little in between muu and haruka to try and limiting the consequences, only gaining despisement from muu herself.

shidou - as much as chiaki disagrees with what shidou did with his patiences, she can't help but understand his feelings on the topic of just wanting his family back. they are casual talkers, and she would start conversations with him. both smoke at around the same hour, too.

mahiru - very good friends. mahiru likes chiaki's style being so different from her own, and their personalities match relatively well. chiaki doesn't mind the love talks, though not having much experiences in the topic of love, and would listen to mappi's cheery lovetalk with open ears.

kazui - chiaki feels shocked at confused, not forgiving kazui in the first place as she wonders how you could even make your wife end her own life in the first place. again though, they are not like cat and dog, and have small talk occasionally.

amane - she feels incredibly bad for how the little girl seems to be so mature for her age, wondering just how much she must have only have relied on herself.

mikoto - the two of them are neighbors living in the same apartments complex, just a few numbers away from eachother. they did have some small talk and knew eachother before milgram, and would be surprised seeing eachother in said prison. chiaki, seeing the constant panic he is in, is protective towards mikoto and would try talking it out to es (failing, of course.)

kotoko - she thinks her actions on why she is in milgram are admirable, but won't understand her need to beat people up as a punishment.

es - chiaki has a very chill and laidback personality, but that shatters as soon as you contradict her own sense of justice. her behavior towards es would mostly change depending on given verdict.

#milgram #milgram project #milgram oc #oc #original character #oc x canon #haruka sakurai #yuno kashiki #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki #mahiru shiina #kazui mukuhara #amane momose #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuriha #Spotify

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3-heartstyle · 2 months

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You know that you're obsessed with your OC x Canon when you think up Au's for them...

Please ask away if you're curious about knowing more!

Mermaid Au (a classic)

A modern setting with Cora adopting Law, both living in a beach city

They don't have the best relationship at the moment but Cora is trying

The city is known to have hidden coves near the beaches and have stories for tourists that they're homes to mermaids and other sea creatures

Law being a skeptic or maybe wanted to be left alone for a bit hides away and explores

There he finds an injured mermaid Layla!

Layla escaped from hunters and is stuck in these waters (Doffy could be the main hunter/buyer 👀)

She's extremely cautious and fearful towards humans despite knowing he's just a child

He gains her trust by helping her recover and hiding her but you know with these stories shenanigans happens

I find it to be a silly story of kid shachi, penguin, bepo, and Law trying to hide her from everyone (including Corazon)

Nextdoor au (big brother Law!)

Corazon and 16 yr. old Law living a normal, chaotic life suddenly have new neighbors!

Rumors throughout the apartment complex are saying she's a recent widow whose husband nearly killed his family in a house fire. (Some think it was on purpose others an accident)

Cora thinks it's best to help out and be friendly with the new neighbors while Law thinks they should give them a warning about them (mostly about Corazon being a fire hazard)

They get to meet Layla and a 10 year old Lucas! ( I can flesh out her son!)

The way for the two families come together starts when Layla asks Law to babysit

Just slice of life fluff for this story 💕

Left Behind au (angst! Angst!)

Cora lives type of story!

However, for that to happen Layla has to be left behind with Vergo

Both Cora and Law left with great injuries so there's no way to fight the others

Cora slowly recovers as Law forces himself to use the op-op fruit to heal them both

They both have a hard time dealing with the fact Layla was left behind

Corazon, feeling heartbroken and guilty for failing to take her away from Doflamingo but knows she'd want him to prioritize Law

Law feeling angry with Cora for not saving her, with himself for not being strong enough, and with Doflamingo taking her away

They constantly move around to avoid being tracked down

Layla would be more abrasive towards Doffy compared to the original story she has

Making him try to break her more and more, maybe having Caesar experiment on her if needed

She'll end up having turned into a doll anyway, having both Cora and Law forget her

When Law's plan on defeating Doflamingo in Dressrosa happens, Doffy can use his lovely weapon against them

#I want to draw and write about them #but I have other things to do ugh #one piece #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #one piece oc #trafalgar law #corazon x oc #oc x canon #oc: layla montez #my writing #donquixote doflamingo #nextdoor au #mermaid au #Left behind au

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clonememesfrikyeah · 1 year

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Fuck significant others, the clones need friend groups outside of other clones. And by god do clones find the strangest but best bunch of friends ever. They make the kinds of friends that are friends for life. Their friend groups will be composed of a county clerk that inherited a house from their great grandparents that they turned into an apartment complex, 20 year old who legally adopted the slightly younger 20 year old friend back a few years ago when they turned 18 to run away from home, a tired nurse, a stressed cashier and their roommate with anxiety and a pet goldfish, 2 parents in their 30’s with kids each from different marriages, a professional hairdresser, the up and coming chef that runs a ghost kitchen out of their house, the stem major with plants and ocd, the lawyer with negative time who lives on vodka and perie water, that one person who finds some random trinket wherever they go, the ex convict who does community service on the weekends and is good at driving, a guy with sandals and an antique sword, that one fucker who refuses to eat a vegetable ever, a skater, the neighbors elderly grandmother whose surprisingly spry and likes to do crosswords on the porch, the goblin and their younger goblin sibling and their pet gremlin gerbil.

When there back from a deployment there friends take them out places, they go to restaurants and bars, abandoned apartments, space malls, local concerts put on by garage bands, public gardens, markets and underground skating rinks, little corner stores with murals spray painted on them, they go sewer pipe exploring and find old little archive nooks and tiny museums dedicated to a very specific thing. All while braving the subways, nearly get mugged at least once, see a giant rat fight a dog for a quarter of a bagel and win, get split up in the ground and nearly loose the youngest member, hearing gun fire in the distance, whitesesing nefarious activities that they pretend not to see, and getting lost a few times but hey, it’s all part of the experience. They get together and marathon tv series and eat snacks and cook monstrosity foods at 3 am. They have inside jokes that don’t make sense at all and you really had to be there to understand.

Their friends talk with them all the time over chats and calls, making sure to update them on how their pets or plants are doing while adding in little details about their day to day life. Their friends teach them all their individual traditions, cultures and holidays and they all celebrate them together. Their friends get them random little gifts that they treasure for as long as they live. When their friends find out the clones don’t have birthdays they designate random a day as their birthday and throw them a little party and bake/buy them the pastry of their choice and they hope that there all still here by next year so they can do it all again.

Their friends get to know the brothers that are closest to them, either gaining their approval, introducing them to their own siblings or befriend them as well, which of course sparks a small sibling rivalry between the clones (get your own friends vod, this bunch is taken). Sometimes troopers will take a fellow brother with them for safety and support when they go over to a new friends place for the first time. They comfort and mourn with them when their brothers don’t make it home. Their friends may one day end up mourning the loss of them, they hold a small funeral between themselves and commemorate them however they can. They keep a shelf dedicated to them in their home, they paint on ally way walls so the public won’t forget them, they create and destroy for that one person that influenced their lives so much. They miss the for forever and ever until one day when they meet again in the afterlife, until them they honor their memory by living life to the fullest, helping clones however they can, some are even inspired by them so much they join the gar or become rebels during the war of the empire. Or maybe their friends help them desert. They pull some strings and forge some documents and bada bing bada boom you live with us now.

But in any case the clones are ceaselessly amazed by their friends. They absolutely borrow the friend that wears the same size clothes as them and they never give that shit back, not that their friend minds. Their vexed by their one friends glasses and they never pass up an opportunity to put them on. They love crashing at the friends place who has a claw foot bath tub at their apartment and they dive right into that thing. Sometimes they forget that clones don’t know certain things like pop culture and colloquial languages, common sense in the kitchen, why people have to have a different towel to dry their hair and their body with it just don’t make sense Janice, what the difference between dish soap and dish washer soap is, what the hell is an appetizer?, gauging how much food will feed 7 people because they make the bare minimum or way too much, the purpose of a salad fork??? no one understands that one except for culinary major friend. Once they were helping one of their friends watch their kid family member and at the moment no one was looking the kid put stickers and marker all over the chest piece of their armor and the friend is freaking out but the clone is like no no, I love it, and tweaked it a little with some armor paint to make it more battlefield appropriate. Just the clones having friends man, it’s the part of their lives that sometimes makes fighting in the war make sense. They’ve got people and places they can go to get away from it all.

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All of a Sudden?

as i was so rudely attack by the cutest boy going on live (mingyu) and saying he'd rather be 100kg as opposed to 100cm as well as his abs being missing, i felt the forces of nature come over me as i wrote something a little more magical compared to the usual.

As a warning, this is a feederism fic and features weight gain, magical weight gain, sudden weight gain, breaking of clothes, and smut (as I usually write). Don't like, don't read.

Mingyu began his drive back to his dorm, small whimpers leaving him as he adjusted the seatbelt to be under his bloated tummy after eating an unholy amount of jjajangmyeon after practice. He felt himself hardening in his pants before he slapped himself on the back of his hand, "No, not the time!"

It was extremely hard being an idol and finding the idea of putting on weight or helping others put on weight being one of the things that gets you off the best. In an industry where staying trim is key to staying valued by the fanbase, Mingyu specifically found himself in a tricky spot.

He always was aware when another member put on weight and a couple of them were even knowledgable about the kink that he had. He almost wanted to die when Seokmin found his hidden folder in the dorm. It took him about a week of bribing him not to tell him about it and then Jeonghan let it slip that he had known the whole time and was just wondering who else would find it out.

So, when a member took hiatus and they came back slightly bigger than before, either their thighs looking softer, stomach with less definition when their arms lifted up in choreo and flashed it, he could count on Seokmin to look like a little gremlin at him from across the room while Mingyu was counting backwards from a hundred in his head to make sure that he didn't pop a boner in the middle of dance practice.

So, instead, Mingyu made himself happy with stuffing himself. It could emulate the feeling of being full but it wasn't enough to put on weight properly. A small bloat could pretend to be a belly and that was enough to get his libido satisfied for the most part. It never stuck either considering how often the man worked out and he couldn't quite say whether it was a blessing or a curse that he wasn't really able to do it.

As he pulled to the apartment complex, he groaned as his hand rested on his bloat when he got himself out of the car. Having it be a hassle to just get out of a seat. He could only imagine what it would feel like if he actually was that weight instead of mimicking it. Biting his lip, he scurried as fast as his bloated stomach let him, feeling himself start to chub up slowly while in the elevator.

The shared apartment between him and Wonwoo was quiet, devoid of even the sounds of the other man's computer, which let him know that he was not here. Pausing for a couple of beats, there was a lot he could do. He could either get relief and potentially embarrass himself should Wonwoo return when he's not done (which has happened before) or he could just do what his one friend told him to do when he missed people: go on live.

The famous maknae was more than his friend for just same age reasons. Jungkook was practically the same with kink for him and it felt like his world was so much better after he learned that someone was in the exact same boat as him. Although, he was aware that his friend was using his freedom within the company to bulk up more, something that both he and Mingyu were enjoying while he didn't have to lose it.

Opening the live app was always a fun experience. Mingyu was at the point of his career where he knew what would make him trend and what would bring in more fans while keeping the older fans happy. A lot of teasing came to him specifically and he was doing a good job pretending to be done with it for once instead of going along with what they were saying. It was easier to keep his cool this way because he didn't realize until his members teased him so much how much he liked it. When Soonyoung was telling him just how cute he looked when he lost a game in GoSe, they were both surprised when Mingyu had to cover himself, eliciting the same shit-eating grin that he had saw from Seokmin.

After a couple of moments of silence, Mingyu announced, "Shall we do a balance game since it's been a long time?" He tilted his head unconsciously while looking through the questions. The questions began to flood in as he smiled, answering a handful before he sighed, "A lot of people are asking the same questions, we all already know those ones."

One question to him rang in particular.

"100cm Mingyu or 100kg Mingyu?"

Internally, he felt himself run hot at the question. That'd be a good gain considering his weight now. He didn't betray his thoughts on his face as he responded with "100kg Mingyu." before he could even process it. He didn't dwell on it so he wouldn't expose himself.

It stayed in the back of his mind for a long time even after it was asked. Where would the weight have gone? Would he have gotten a bigger belly? Would his thighs even fit in his pants with those additional pounds? How big would his ass get? Would it be enough to outdo Seungcheol at his current weight? The last one seemed farfetched but with that large of a gain, anything was possible.

Mingyu worked hard to stay focused until he concluded the livestream and showered before getting ready for bed. Lying awake looking at the ceiling, Mingyu stared emptily, still wondering what would have happened if he was 100kg instead of his current weight. If he wasn't feeling as lethargic as he was, he definitely would have been a lot more receptive to fantasizing about how it might have felt but within a couple of moments, he was snoring in his bed, no longer confined to the thoughts but to dreaming instead.

In his head, he had found a nice little village. His members made up the rest of the people that were present in the village and he lived a quaint little life. It didn't take long for him to settle comfortably into his job and he sure was settling well. Eating well, getting more snacks, going out with friends and drinking - all of it slowly expanding the waistline of him in this dream. It wasn't too different from any of his usual dreams about gaining but he was snapped out of this dream state when he was rudely awoken.

The sound of wood creaking was enough to wake up Mingyu, which said a lot because he was someone that was known for having the absolute worst sleeping habits. Tossing and turning in his bed was really difficult for some reason and as his eyes refocused, it was like there was something heavy sitting on him, inhibiting his movement.

Trying to move to the side again made him stop as his sleep-addled brain slowly processed everything. Looking at the mound under the blanket, his eyes widened as he realized that it wasn't something weighing him down, it was his body that was weighing itself down.

Between when he went to sleep and now, he must have put on 50kg. His belly was straining his shirt and his pecs had fattened up so much, it was starting to inhibit his view looking down. He felt the fat on his neck bunch up as he looked down, making a double chin while his legs felt like they were being strangled in the extra tight boxer briefs that he was wearing. Placing his hands on his stomach, he felt flushed as he realized that the girth was all him. This wasn't some sort of hallucination.

Squeezing the fat and jiggling it was enough to evoke a moan out of the tall man and it was then that he processed that he was getting bigger with each passing second. He tried to maneuver quickly out of his bed, being thrown off with his mass. His gut, as it was quickly growing to be one, settled on his lap, only made his dick chub up more, feeling it starting to be swallowed by a fat pad. Standing up was disorienting as the amount of weight that he put on combined with how it settled in his belly made his center of balance incredibly different compared to before.

Stumbling to the washroom, his footsteps made the apartment rumble with how his heavy body jiggled as he made his way over. His face was flushed and he felt out of breath as his gut continued to bounce, now hanging out of the night shirt he had chosen to wear. His legs were feeling restrained in the briefs that were practically see through with how tight they were resting on his body.

Closing the door behind him as he slammed it, Mingyu locked it before he stared into the mirror, seeing the no longer fit but extremely fat man who was standing in front of him. A dry gulp left him as his hands found his chest, fondling the abundant breasts that they had grown into as he squeezed them, almost in disbelief that they were real. His hands moved down as he felt the sides of his shirts, rips near the seams at the sides as he whimpered, pinching his love handles. His obliques were solid before but now, it looked like he didn't even know what the concept of a gym even was.

His erection was doing no favours to his underwear, hearing tearing before it completely exploded off of him, his ass practically doubling in size. His thighs had angry red marks from being restrained so tightly and he moaned, hand finding his dick as he stroked it, even more turned on by the fact that he had to reach around his belly. Bracing himself at the counter, he felt his belly pressing into the faucet as he leaned forward, watching the way his fat hung and to try to reach himself better.

Looking to his right as he continued to stroke, he saw the scale on he floor. Turning it on, he stepped on it and realized his belly was pressing into the towel bar and that he couldn't see past his own gut to see the numbers and it was hard to not drop his jaw. He had put on 100kg from his starting weight, putting on more than double what he weighed.

He was basically carrying himself in sopping wet clothes except, it was being held by various parts of his body in how fat he had gotten. It was like he always wanted and it felt even better to be as fat as he had gotten than he thought. A more rational person would have been horrified to think about the consequences of a magical weight gain... however, Mingyu was too focused on riding the high, playing with fat as he stroked himself more desperately, feeling himself sweat from the exertion as if he hadn't worked out earlier that day.

It didn't take long before he painted the underside of his gut as he finished, trying to catch his breath before he heard a knock on the door.

"Mingyu, are you okay?"

#kpop feederism #weight gain #chubby mingyu #svt feederism #gyuluttonous behaviour #weight gain fiction

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idk if you intentioned it like that, but as someone with chronic pain and fatigue, mike's condition half rotting condition makes me feel at least a bit more seen :,D

Sometimes days are harder than other, overworking is always on the table when you used to be an overachiever before your illness, the constant horror from other people too that , and the fear of some days being worse than others, the fear that you have overdone it so bad that you cant go further like the day before.

There is a fear some disabled people with this stuff dont talk about often because of not wanting to be pitied or looked for, so the more visual depicton of the rotting rather than the internal feeling is a way to kind of emphasize "This is pain. There is a limit he reached and keeps overcoming, even as he is falling apart"

This though also allows for the plant regrowth of mike to also be a hopeful thing of what comes when you finally respect the limits of your own body and learn how to treat it. Allowing your body to heal and you to learn new ways of enjoying time, even if its not the same as it used to be. Its not the same and might never be, but there are other, gentler ways to enjoy things now. Now you are even enjoying the bird chirp you never heard as you were rushing from task to task.

Once again sounds probably like rambling, but mike is just his own little garden of eden and learning how to tend to it means learning how to tend to himself too

thank you so much for this message, i'm really happy to see that this aspect of michael's character comes through because that's exactly what i'm trying to portray. michael is very much meant to show the physical and mental burnout one is left with after years of overachieving and perfectionism, coupled with becoming ill in a way that prevents him from continuing to achieve that standard. some days he tries to work to that same capacity, but he realizes more and more he's pushing himself to extremes when he's left combating much more severe symptoms as a result. at first, he fights against his body, treating it as an enemy, an obstacle, a weakness, forcing it beyond what it can now do because acceptance is just too difficult. if he can still perform as he once did, if he never slows and carries out his duty as the prince of heaven and warden of hell, then nothing has changed. he can make himself sick over and over again, trapping himself in a vicious cycle that only breaks down a body in desperate need of more care, but if he can still, eventually, force himself through another day of how he once could serve, he can deny his illness. but through the care of his siblings and v2, he gains an increasing appreciation for his body as it is now and what it is capable of. understanding his limits is a slow process, but as his fear and anger and grief are attended to, so can he now attend to his body, feel love for it and for the plants that grow in it now. they're so happy to have life and he starts to feel through them, finding himself in this body like he never before had the chance to.

i was diagnosed with a chronic illness a few years ago, and i went through these stages to arrive now in a place where my life is very different from before but i'm okay with it. i wanted michael to be similar, and that's also why i don't find a way to just "heal" characters - they are not broken because they are ill, and i want them to achieve fullness in that illness. michael actually lives a much more peaceful life in this new body, one that initially invoked so much hatred and fear but becomes beautiful as its own little garden even though it is the same as it has been ever since it died. there is still difficulty no matter how long it's been, there is still frustration and hardship through what has been lost, but he, overall, is happier, calmer, and more connected to himself than he was before his illness. disability is a complex thing and i know we don't all relate to it the same, but i just drew on my own experience and im so glad it could resonate with you too.

#ok so i definitely rambled here too but mike is 100% meant to be chronically ill/disabled #and be a very visual representation of that #it's also why i don't have his body 'restored' when i talked about him meeting v2 with mirage after they die #this is his body and it's a part of him. a part of his life and his journey #and that doesn't need to be changed #cake answers #michael

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Diasporas Marking Identity: Karate Kid (2010)

"The Karate Kid (2010)" is a martial arts drama film directed by Harald Zwart. It is a remake of the 1984 Karate Kid film. The movie follows the story of Dre Parker, a 12-year-old boy who moves from Detroit to Beijing because of his mothers job. Dre finds it challenging to adapt to his new life and faces bullying from a group of local children who are skilled in martial arts. Mr. Han, is the maintenance man in Dre’s building, and comes to Dre's aid, offering to teach him Kung Fu to defend himself. Under Mr. Han's guidance, Dre learns discipline, perseverance, and Kung Fu.

The film explores the themes of migration and arrival in several ways, but is primarily shown through the experiences of its main character, Dre Parker, who relocates from Detroit, Michigan, to Beijing, China. The film depicts Dre's cultural clash as he struggles to adapt to a new and vastly different culture in Beijing, emphasizing the challenges of being in a foreign environment. He experiences a sense of displacement and culture shock as he tries to understand and fit into his new surroundings. This transition is a central theme of the story and shows the challenges that come with migration. As a foreigner he is struggling to adapt to the customs, language, and traditions of his new home. He experiences isolation and hostility due to his status as an outsider. Mr. Han becomes a friend and mentor to Dre, helping him navigate his new life and teaching him about Chinese culture, and valuable life lessons, including martial arts. This mentorship is a key element of Dre's adaptation to his new environment.He does not speak Mandarin, and this lack of language skills creates difficulties in his daily life. Dre and Mr. Hans’ bond transcends racial boundaries, highlights the power of mentorships and serves as a way to explore the positive aspects of migration. The film briefly touches on economic disparities when it shows Mr. Han's modest living conditions compared to the wealthier families in the apartment complex. This economic contrast is not central to the plot but serves to highlight the diverse character backgrounds in the film. Overall, the film explores the themes of migration and arrival by depicting the challenges, cultural exchange, and personal growth that come with moving to a new country, and how these experiences shape the character's journey. Dre's migration to Beijing makes him a target for bullying and alienation from his Chinese peers. Dre faces racial prejudice through bullying and discrimination from his peers, but he overcomes these challenges through his dedication, hard work, and the guidance of Mr. Han, Dre undergoes significant personal growth. He gains confidence, discipline, and martial arts skills, allowing him to move from a position of vulnerability to one of strength and self-assuredness. He eventually gains the respect and friendship of some of the other kids, transcending racial barriers. The movie weaves racial identity and cultural factors into its narrative by highlighting the cultural clash, mentorship, and personal growth of the characters. The film ultimately conveys a message of unity and understanding across cultural and racial divides.

In the film, various characters exhibit different mentalities related to their experiences in a foreign country. I think that Dre embodies the sojourner mentality as he is new to China and his stay is temporary. He is an outsider and initially struggles to adapt; he views China as a foreign land and is experiencing some culture shock. Over time, he begins to understand and appreciate Chinese culture, but continues to perform the sojourner mentality until the end of the film when he returns to the United States. Meiying, one of Dre’s classmates displays traits of the total assimilator mentality. She is fluent in English as well as Mandarin and has a more cosmopolitan outlook. She is highly integrated into Chinese society but also adapts easily to Dre's American culture. Mr. Han exemplifies the accommodation mentality; he is a Chinese character whose experiences have led him to withdraw from society but later accommodates Dre's arrival and guides him in adapting to Chinese culture. His character promotes a sense of shared identity and mutual understanding. The sojourner mentality emphasizes the idea of being a temporary outsider, the total assimilator mentality demonstrates the ability to fully integrate into and navigate multiple cultures, and the accommodation mentality highlights the ability to find a balance between one's cultural background and the demands of adapting to a new environment. These mentalities showcase the complexities of constructing racial and ethnic identities in a multicultural world.

The film attempts to create a shared identity among characters of the same racial and ethnic descent, primarily among the Chinese characters. The film portrays Chinese cultural traditions and practices, such as kung fu, as a unifying factor among the Chinese characters. Kung fu serves as a common cultural thread that connects the characters and defines their shared identity. Mr. Han’s and Dre’s mentor-student relationship creates a sense of shared identity between them. Dre's interactions with his Chinese neighbors and peers gradually lead to a sense of belonging. They come together to support Dre and a sense of community fosters. As Dre becomes more integrated into the local Chinese community, there is a cultural exchange that takes place as both Dre and the Chinese characters learn from each other, breaking down some of the initial cultural barriers and leading to a shared identity built on mutual understanding. While the film does depict the shared identity among characters of Chinese descent, it also emphasizes the importance of cross-cultural relationships and the idea that shared identity can extend beyond racial and ethnic boundaries through friendship and mutual respect.

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As he learns kung fu and becomes more self-confident, he is able to stand up to his bullies and earn their respect. This shift in his social standing demonstrates how he moves from a victim of bullying to a more respected and empowered position. Dre's participation in a kung fu tournament allows him to showcase his skills and receive recognition for his efforts. This recognition is a form of social mobility, as he moves from being an unknown outsider to someone who earns the admiration and respect of his peers in the martial arts community.

Questions:

How does the choice of casting the main character as a black boy compared to the other movies change the narrative?

2. Do you think the movie employs race and culture accurately?

3. How do you think having a western filmmaker portray Chinese culture impacts the film? Why do you think they changed it to have the boy move to a foregin country, when that was not in the plot of the orgnial Karate Kid?

4. There is big discussions over the name of the film. This movie is centered around Kung Fu unlike the original where karate was taught, why do you think they decided to stay with the original name?

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ANNABELLE COMES HOME: THE TRUE STORY OF ANNABELLE THE HAUNTED DOLL

Annabelle is a haunted doll who has managed to gain international notoriety, striking fear into the hearts of many. She has been written about, spoken about and depicted in recent Hollywood horror films that have now solidified her reputation for being one of the most feared objects in the world.

The Annabelle Doll as depicted in the latest Conjuring franchise film, Annabelle Comes Home. (image from imdb.com)

But what exactly makes Annabelle, an innocent appearing Raggedy Ann doll, so frightening? The answer to this is not so much the doll, yet what has become demonically attached to it. To understand this fear we need to delve into the origins of Annabelle the doll and peel away the sensationalized layers of Hollywood horror to reveal the true story of Annabelle, which begins with a well-meaning birthday present.

ANNABELLE TRUE STORY

The true story of Annabelle began in the 1970s when an inconspicuous doll was purchased as a birthday present. The doll was gifted to a young nursing student by her mother. The young lady who received this doll kept her within her apartment as a decorative item, often displaying the doll on her bed after making it.

Soon after the doll was brought into the home, her new owner and her roommate started noticing some strange activity. It is said that the doll would move around on its own. This initially started with subtle movements, such as the doll’s legs being crossed. This steadily increased to the point that the doll would be seen in other rooms to where it was earlier left. It was even captured kneeling, which was physically impossible for the doll to later repeat.

In addition to these unexplainable movements, small handwritten notes began to be found around the apartment. These appeared to be written by a child and contained messages such as “Help me.” The strangest part about the presence of these notes was that there were no pencils or parchment paper within the apartment, so it seemed as though they must have been coming from somewhere outside of the home.

TALKING TO ANNABELLE

This behavior both concerned and intrigued the two young students who lived alongside the doll. Yet, their concern peaked after blood was discovered on the doll one day. This fresh, wet blood was present on the doll’s hands and 3 distinct blood drops could be seen upon the doll’s chest.

This event led the girl’s to make the decision to contact a medium who could assist them with a seance in their home. This was held in an attempt to uncover whether something paranormal was at play. During this seance, the medium allegedly communicated with the spirit of a young seven-year-old girl named Annabelle Higgins. Annabelle had supposedly been killed and left on the empty field where the apartment complex the young nurses now lived was built upon. Her spirit was allegedly lonely and had been looking for young people who she felt comfortable around to seek acceptance from. Being the caring person she was, the doll’s unsuspecting owner made the grave mistake to invite Annabelle to occupy the doll.

Before this decision is revealed for the mistake it was, Annabelle’s activity was to take a darker turn.

ANNABELLE ATTACKS

After Annabelle was invited to occupy the doll and hang around, stranger and more dangerous events began to take place. A close male friend of the young nurse’s was to experience the wrath of Annabelle after visiting and expressing concern over the strange activity associated with the doll.

He claimed to have woken up one night, while sleeping at the apartment, to see the Annabelle doll standing over him. He claimed the doll then reached out towards his neck and commenced strangling him to the point that he passed out. The following morning when he woke up, he could have sworn that this experience was not a dream.

Scared and confused, he continued to spend time at the girl’s apartment until he was again viciously attacked. One night, as he and one of the girl’s were planning an upcoming trip, they heard a disturbance coming from the empty room, where Annabelle was kept. Fearing that an intruder may have entered the apartment, they investigated the room. The room was empty and the only thing that seemed out of place was the Annabelle doll, which appeared to have been thrown onto the floor in a corner.

The man entered the room to investigate further and was stopped dead in his tracks as he approached the cursed doll. He clutched at his chest as his own blood began to seep through his shirt. He lifted his top to reveal 7 large scratches across his chest. These formed the mark of the beast with 3 vertical and four horizontal scratch-like marks having been burnt into his skin.

It seemed apparent that something a little more sinister than a lost, little girl may be haunting Annabelle and this young group of friends became increasingly desperate for answers and help.

ANNABELLE AND THE WARRENS

Since these troubling events had transpired, the young girls who were living with Annabelle decided to reach out to the church for help. After telling their story, the young women were soon referred to Ed and Lorraine Warren for assistance. The Warrens were renowned demonologists who had extensive knowledge in such matters and had worked on countless similar cases.

They were able to determine that there was likely a negative, demonic energy that had tricked these girls into inviting it into their home by posing as an innocent child’s spirit. It seemed that the entity would have no other motive than to acquire a human host for possession and thus, should be removed from the home.

The Warren’s assisted the young students to have their home blessed and removed the troublesome Annabelle doll. Though, it seemed as though the attached entity followed the doll and caused life-threatening issues for the Warren’s, messing with their car as they drove home. These issues only ceased after Ed doused the doll with holy water.

Even once Annabelle made it to Warren’s home, it continued its diabolical deeds. Continuing to move on its own and terrorize those who were unfortunate enough to come into contact with it.

WHERE IS ANNABELLE NOW?

Today, the Annabelle doll resides within the Warren’s Occult Museum in Connecticut. The doll is displayed within a glass case, lined with crosses and protective bible inscriptions. Annabelle, along with the entire Occult Museum, is also regularly blessed by a priest.

A warning sign constantly on display on Annabelle’s case at the Warren’s Occult Museum. (image from frightfind.com)

Despite all of these precautions, Annabelle has been said to have caused the death of a young man. It is said that this man entered the museum, along with his girlfriend, and challenged the doll against the advice of Ed. After their visit, as they drove away on a motorcycle, this young couple proceeded to continue laughing about Annabelle. The young man driving then unexpectedly lost control of his bike, crashed and then died. Many are of the belief that Annabelle may have somehow caused this crash.

ANNABELLE COMES HOME

The latest film installment in The Conjuring franchise is set to release featuring Annabelle. In the film Annabelle Comes Home the doll is brought by Ed and Lorraine Warren to their haunted artifact room. It is here that the Warren’s young daughter and her babysitters unwittingly release the dark entity within Annabelle, in return being terrorized.

The Annabelle doll on the latest film about her, Annabelle Comes Home. (image from imdb.com).

Though these Hollywood adaptions are not completely true to the real story of Annabelle, they do portray the fear that this doll inspired in real people well.

I hope you enjoyed this article. If you are looking for some similar reading, check out this haunted rocking chair with ties to Ed and Lorraine Warren

#ed and lorraine warren #annabelle doll #unexpained #unexplained #paranormal #unexplained mysteries #ghost #possession #haunted dolls

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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Chapter 1 - Kidnapped by The Hero

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): Introducing Matchbook and how he became a sidekick to one of the strongest heros in the world... (Unwilling prey, willing pred, observer, safe soft vore, goofy shenanigans)

Wordcount: 2,500+

Side note: ENJOY!

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No one knows how or why, but one day, everyone gained unique powers or appearances. Some believed it was the next step in evolution, others that it was a lab experiment gone wrong and spread through people like a virus, the result of aliens, meteors, and gods. The theories were endless.

And whatever caused it sent the world into chaos. It took so long to get where we were now...still filled with turmoil, yet we at least had great and mighty heroes watching over the city. They saved us when regular officials like police, firefighters, and others couldn't.

And I-

"Hey, Matchbook, can you give me a light before you go?" His coworker held out his cigarette.

Match sighed. This one was the fifth he was asked to light today, "Sure."

He snapped his fingers. It created a small flame at the end of Match's middle finger. He tipped it forward to light the cancer stick.

His coworker raised a brow suspiciously at the gesture and chuckled. It was the easiest finger to light.

It'd light the tip like a match. He technically could do any of his fingers as long as he could snap them. Hence the name, Matchbook.

He couldn't make his flames any bigger unless they caught something, and once they caught onto something else, he no longer controlled them.

The caramel brown-haired male shook his hand a few times. He felt blessed he could put it out and that his body was fireproof. Something he found out the fun way when his youngest sister, a fire-breather, sneezed and caught his clothes on fire.

He walked along the sidewalk. A few construction specialists worked on the richer buildings destroyed during a villain attack.

It took him an hour before he saw his apartment complex in sight. If he had his ride, it would have been faster. Though his bike ended up a snack for a jelly villain, he waited on the collateral claim to go through for a replacement. I wish I lived closer to the sandwich shop.

Match had worked there for a year now and though it was mindless work, he loved the simplicity of it. An easy and calm system that gave him plenty of time to think about-

"HEY!"

The feminine voice shouted from behind him. He opened his mouth to respond, yet the RuuMmbBBleEe of the destruction nearby made him shut his mouth back up. He picked up the pace subtly. He wanted to pretend he didn't hear them.

"HEY, SIR!"

Sir. I'm barely 20.

A hand firmly gripped Match's arm.

He turned himself around and was almost face-to-face with a woman. She was a little shorter than himself. Up close, he could hear her huffing, her collar was loose, and she was clearly sweating with her blonde bob haircut sticking to her forehead.

Did she just run a marathon? Was she chasing me this whole time?

He noticed the notepad in her hand. She smiled at him. A spark of determination glistened in ruby-red eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

She nodded and held up her notepad, "sorry to bother you, sir." Do I really look that old?! We look about the same age. "I wanted to know, have you see The Hero?"

"Which one?" He asked. I don't see why I said which one. I hadn't seen a single one today.

She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose, "this always happens. Why would he pick such a stupid name?" She let her hand fall and repeated her question. "The Hero is their superhero name." She started to do a heroic pose. It allowed me to see her muscles past her rolled-up sleeves. She looks in pretty good shape for a journalist. If that's what she is.

"He's one of the strongest in the world, the one who..." she curled her fist and shook it up at the sky, "SOMEHOW HAS A NONEXISTENT BACKSTORY AND REFUSES TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT."

"Do you have a vendetta against-"

"YES." She held up her notepad, "I have been chasing that idiot all over the city! I know he's around here somewhere. So again, have you-" There was another loud bang, and they could see the furrow of smoke. It looked and sounded closer. "seen him?"

Her attention looked drawn to the smoke. He assumed she might start running toward it if he said no.

She's going to get herself hurt, isn't she... He shook his head, "I haven't. It does sound like you should get to a shelter, though." If she's willing to run into danger, she most likely has the power to back herself up.

"No way, it might be linked to the hero!"

He lifted his hand to wave her off, and the next eruption stole his chance. On the fifth floor, overhead, an object crashed straight through the building and into the one next to it. They only partially went through the second building. Instead, it hit the bricks, broke some of them, and landed in the middle of the alley.

Her arm whipped up and clenched around his shirt. She yanked him into her. They both stumbled back to avoid some of the falling pieces of an apartment. They crumbled into the sidewalk where he once stood. Their dust exploded out and near his running shoes. That wouldn't have been a good trip to the hospital.

The few people on the streets started to scatter. Match went to take off too. He also expected the woman to evacuate and noticed she didn't follow him.

He slowed down, "Hey, we got to get to a shelter. Let a hero handle it!"

She squinted, fascinated with the alley. She pulled me out of the way. He whipped his head back to her.

"Which hero is that?" Match heard her whisper as he got close. He went to reach for her himself. His eyes suddenly tracked an object darting at them, or more so, a person wearing a torn wrestling uniform with a cape.

The being tackled by the woman before Match reached her. They tackled her into the street, and she whined out.

Match turned his head to see the man over her. His muscles looked to grow.

He cackled as she twisted in his grasp. "Give up, little girl, you're gonna be my hostage," the hefty man in the skin-tight wrestling leotard started to lean toward her face.

I can't fight him. He's huge. He looks like he could bench me. He tensed up as he heard a faint whistle behind him. Is that another villain? He didn't want to turn around and find out. If anything, he wanted to leave her.

I don't know her. He snapped his fingers and went to the villain's back while distracted by the woman. He put the tiny flame on the villain's black cape until it caught fire.

He threw himself back and shouted, "OH NO, Your cape's on fire!"

The villain's attention was pulled from the woman and to the flames that spread up most of his cape. It allowed the journalist to finally land a solid blow to his crotch.

The man hollered out, weakly undoing his cape while he rolled on the ground. Ouch. The whistling got louder, and Match ran to her, "Come on!"

He grabbed her wrist and did not expect the man to get up quickly, "YOU BRAT'S!" He shouted from behind. They barely started running, and the man was up and after them.

His feet pounding on the streets, he got bigger and bigger like he fed off their fear. And Match had a ton of it.

"TO YOUR RIGHT!" A voice yelled. Another being slammed into the concrete, seemingly face-first into the road. The three of them stopped including the villain. The helmet-clad individual in full black stumbled up, his costume snug, showing off his toned shape, rippled with strength.

He also stood much taller than the average Hero, the size of most villains. He dusted off the visor of his helmet. It was unscathed from the fall. His mouth was uncovered. He walked to them calmly.

"Are you two alright?" His voice carried sweetly to their ears. He held as much care as a grandma wondering if they were well-fed.

Match nodded.

The woman said, "The Hero, I need to talk to you." She went to him, and his face grimaced. As much as Match could tell with his mouth.

The villain's arm wrapped around Match's neck. "You-you stay back." It didn't seem as strong as before. "I'll kill him."

The Hero held his hands up. "Put him down; he's not involved."

Match snapped his fingers again and put the flame to the man's arm. He cried out at the heat and dropped him. And in that second, The Hero grabbed Match and moved him to the sidewalk out of the street.

"Is your throat okay?"

Match rubbed it while the man didn't squeeze too hard. "I'm okay."

Though, Match saw The Hero's attention was elsewhere. The man had gotten skinnier; his outfit barely fit.

Suddenly, everything stopped. It was like not a single person's heart took a beat. The Hero walked ahead calmly. Match saw the smile rise on his face. It showed the sharp incisors that normally didn't show when he spoke.

"You've destroyed property, attempted robbery, and now you've threatened a civilian's LIFE." He boomed with laughter when the man tried to move, and he fell back onto his Kester.

"I'm sorry-I'll go quietly."

The Hero grabbed his helmet and took it off. It bounced on the floor like a toy, and increased in size.

Match watched, seeing the blue of his eyes bursting with hunger and excitement.

The fear-stricken villain stumbled to get to his feet, and all The Hero did was sway like a drunkard.

"You will go," his hand reached out and grabbed the loose uniform's front. He yanked up the man with very few muscles left.

His hands pushed weakly, and he couldn't even plead.

Match couldn't turn away. The Hero's mouth opened wide, and he muffled the man's whimpers with his tongue. It twisted partially around the man's head before bringing him inside his mouth.

His mind went blank as he watched the villain flail helplessly in the air, simply nothing more than a bulge traveling further into The Hero. It reminded him of a snake, slowly, surely, and efficiently forcing its prey down their bodies. Except this man was very much alive, it was apparent from every little twinge he saw from The Hero's body's reaction to the slow-growing stomach.

Match didn't know how long he watched. It felt like seconds before there was a final swallow and a satisfied exhale from The Hero. His tongue traced his lips, and he smiled.

He patted his middle, "Secured. I'll take you in soon."

Villains eat people. Not Heroes. He thought. The smiling Hero walked to Match.

The woman's voice interrupted them, "Hey, the hero, YOU'RE GOING TO ANSWER MY QUESTIONS THIS TIME!" She walked up to him even though she was the same height as his thigh and stood back to look at his face without his stomach obscuring her.

He put up his hands and stared down at her the best he could. "I think you have me mistaken for another hero. I'm not the Hero; I'm heroooo."

He's a terrible liar...His thoughts refocused on the giant. How can she talk so close to him like that?! I have never seen HIM eat a villain. Now that he considered it, he rarely saw media of The Hero even though he famously stopped a lot of villains.

"You can't keep avoiding me!" She followed him as he moved again.

He walked until he stood over Match and dropped into a squat, almost tipping from the weight and struggling inside him. Yet he wore a harmless smile.

Match's eyes struggled to stay on Hiro's face. They continued to trail down to the very active gut he sported. There's a living person in there.

"Great job on your heroics! I saw them when I was coming down!" He cheered to Match.

His hand came out the best it could at their distance. He tried to pat Match's head. Rather, he tapped it with his fingertips. "Are you another hero's sidekick in training?"

Why is she okay with that? She's willing to tug on the back of his costume, which doesn't even look stretched with his increased size. Match couldn't find the words quite yet. I've heard about others eating each other but never seen it...

"HELLO?" The Hero waved his hand in front of Match's face. His eyes then widened, "did you get hurt?!"

The concern shoved Match from thought. "N-no," everything The Hero said finally processed fully. "To both questions."

The bright smile widened with childish glee, "THAT'S PERFECT!" He grabbed the front of Match's black graphic T, "I'm in desperate need of a sidekick!" The Hero tugged Match into himself and pressed him close to his side under his arm.

He faced the other way and at least didn't face his abdomen. He could feel it at his hips, though.

"Huh?" Surely he doesn't mean...

He could feel The Hero's body tighten, explicitly the tenseness at his legs, "Stand back, miss." The Hero said to the journalist. She begrudgingly had no choice as he pushed her back.

"HOLD ON, I didn't agree to be your-"

"LET'S GO!" The next thing Matchbook knew was that he was shot upward into the air. It made him scream as they rose higher and higher above the city.

It would have been beautiful if Match didn't have a fear of heights, more specifically, FALLING! Everyone and everything looked so small. Please, please, please PUT ME DOWN NICELY!

Soon, they went out past the docks, finally starting to slow down, but now they were over the water.

"Shoot, I overshot the docks again!"

"Overshot! You can fly!" Match exclaimed.

The Hero laughed, "Ha, you're right!" They started to fall toward the water. "I simply have to remember how I do that again."

"WHAT!" I shouted.

The Hero let Match go from under his arm. It allowed him to fall slower with the push The Hero did.

Match could see the smile that spelled out 'oopsie' moments before The Hero's back struck the water followed by Match.

To Be Continued...eventually.

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lance-space-mommy · 1 year

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Orange Guitar

Many students in Midoriya’s class took an interest in music. Jiro knew how to play more than one instrument, not including her singing. Bakugo played the drums. Kaminari and Tokoyami played guitar. Momo was familiar with the keyboard. Midoriya found it awesome so many people had a little hobby on the side.

Midoriya had a point in his life where he had an endless list of hobbies. When he was at his lowest in middle school, he filled the void with countless activities. Midoriya did martial arts, wrote his own stories (mainly All Might fanfiction), hero analysis (quirk analysis), skateboarding, ice shaking, ran a hero blog, at-home yoga, and the list continued. Inko watched her son purse many different activities fondly, letting him figure out what he wanted to do with his life.

Even though Midoriya was seen as weak and pathetic, he was incredible at everything he did. Midoriya won ice skating competitions. Midoriya learned difficult skateboarding tricks. His hero blog blew up and was extremely popular. His hero analysis spanned over 13 books. Midoriya trained his body to handle more complex and taunting positions and poses in his yoga programs. Midoriya bumped up levels steadily in his martial art classes. Midoriya’s writing because popular as well, often being seen on accounts that recommended fan fiction.

Midoriya put one hundred and ten percent into everything he did. He wanted to prove to himself he wasn’t worthless. He wanted to prove that he was just as capable as anyone else to do any basic hobby. While being physical was always a good way for him to produce endorphins and boost his mood, Midoriya found one specific hobby capturing his attention the most.

Guitar.

There was something so exhilarating about it all. The freedom to play anything and everything. The sensation of memorizing which hand positions made which chords. The callous that grew on his fingers from constant playing. It was addictive. Midoriya would often head to a studio to mess around and get most of his practice in. Living in an apartment with thin walls meant playing instruments was forbidden.

Midoriya learned most things on his own and gained enough revenue from his competition winnings to buy his own guitar. It was a sexy instrument. As much as Midoriya hated to admit it, everything about the guitar reminded him of Bakugo. He remained in denial even as he paid for it in cash. Despite the sight of the guitar, Midoriya was in love with it for many other reasons.

Now with Midoriya being in U.A. and having all his time dedicated to hero work, he dropped almost all of his hobbies. He applied his ice skating training to his hero training, but didn’t skate and didn’t complete. Midoriya didn’t keep up with martial arts, focusing more on gymnastic-type moves in his fighting style. Midoriya stopped writing fan fiction, focusing mainly on his hero analysis. Midoriya stopped skateboarding, replacing that time with running and extra training.

Whenever class 1-A split up into the two groups for the school festival, Midoriya was dying to reveal he played guitar. Besides, he wasn’t coordinated when it came to dancing. It feel awkward to him unlike how he felt with executing fighting moves. Despite his desire to be a part of the band, he was thrown into the larger crowd of dancers. Thankfully, he was able to learn a dance routine very well because of his experience as an ice skater. It was still two completely different things, but using prior knowledge never failed to give him a push.

Time flew by and the war was over, the world was healing, and life somewhat went back to normal. Midoriya finally had the biggest weight fall off his shoulders and he could think about the little things again. They were in their second year with new dorm building and new room arrangements. It was no surprise Midoriya was on the same floor as Todoroki and Katsuki. He wasn’t complaining, he didn’t have to worry about Aoyama’s stalking or Mineta’s advances.

Midoriya also changed a lot because of the war. His room still had the big All Might poster from Sir Nighteye and couple figures, but almost everything else was packed away. He’d have a room dedicated to merchandise whenever he buys a house or rents and apartment, but keeping it in a safe place was the best for him.

One thing he did bring to the dorms from his room back at his mom’s apartment was his guitar. He did want to pick it back up. He had found himself longing for the callouses on his fingers to be caused by excessive guitar playing. The only awkward thing is he would probably disturb the people sleeping above him, below him, and beside him.

Midoriya looked at his guitar at a loss on how to play it in the dorm. He wasn’t about to rent out a studio so he could play it. Suddenly he realized he could just use headphones and felt like slapping himself in the face. Grabbing his amp and connecting it to his guitar, Midoriya then took his headphones and connected them to the amp. He could practice in peace.

As time passed, Midoriya found he finally felt more connected to his hobby. He purchased a customized Eraserhead guitar strap. Midoriya also had a Dynamite sticker, a Shoto sticker and an All Might sticker. Accessorizing is always fun. Finally the guitar was spunked-up a bit.

It was the weekend, more specifically the one day a week they got off at U.A. High. No one had any plans and it was supposed to be a relaxing day. Midoriya looked at his guitar and knew he was going to perfect the one cover he was working on. Midoriya moved out onto the small balcony they had with his guitar. The sun was warm and the breeze was chilling.

Midoriya had his amp on the lowest setting. Loud enough for him to hear, but still quiet enough to not disturb anyone. It was a different experience to not have his playing blast out his ear drums. Midoriya took a deep breath and started playing, enjoying himself.

The song she chose to play was fairly popular, but not in Japan. He heard the tune on social media. He followed a lot of heroes outside of Japan, since he was a fanboy. It was an edit of an American hero. The beautiful melody captured Midoriya’s attention. The song was Midoriya’s new obsession. It didn’t take long for him to master the song so he could play it without even looking at his finger placement.

Midoriya was able to play the bass part on his phone so he’d have the complete sound. He was no singer and he was far from good at English, but he could hum to his heart’s content. He swayed, letting the cords vibrate in his chest.

Todoroki and Bakugo were planning on doing some studying since exams were coming up. They decided inviting Midoriya would make sense as he was incredibly smart. They all had their own weak points and strong points. One persons strength could make up for the others weakness. They all equaled each other out.

They were used to walking right into his room unannounced so when Todoroki opened the door the two stilled at the sound of music. They made their way into the room and saw Midoriya out of his balcony with the guitar. He was humming, gently dancing to the music with closed eyes. He was clearly lost in the music, by the way he was acting.

Suddenly he stopped humming and started playing the best part of the song. His head bounced as he played, a joyful smile on his lips as he played. Midoriya mindlessly bounced to the beat with closed eyes. The sun glowed against his skin, mesmerizing, Bakugo and Todoroki.

The two had seen everything that Midoriya had gone through. Watching him dance and play the guitar with a real smile made their hearts pound in their chests.

Bakugo and Todoroki were knocked out of their daze with a shout. Midoriya had turned around and spotted the two, eyes wide. Initially his eyes had been filled with fear, but settled into relief. Danger sense hadn’t gone off so he didn’t expect anyone to magically be in the room.

“Kacchan. Shoto. Did I disturb you?” questioned Midoriya, worried he had been too loud.

Todoroki shook his head, still speechless. Bakugo was able to get over his shock and approached Midoriya. “Hell no. Where did you learn to play?”

Midoriya smiled, setting his guitar down and turning off the amp. “I mean I could play since I was in middle school, but I didn’t start playing seriously until lately.”

“Well you’re really good. You should’ve played for the school festival,” complimented Todoroki, sitting down on Midoriya’s bed.

Midoriya blushed, putting his equipment away. “Thank you. I’m still a bit rusty, but I hope to improve.”

Bakugo nodded, crossing his arms with an evil smirk. “Good, because I wanna see if you can keep up with my drumming.”

“Really!” gasped Midoriya, his jaw falling with excited eyes.

Todoroki stepped in before Bakugo barked out some nonsensical nonsense. “I’d like to listen to you play a lot more.”

Midoriya crashed onto the bed beside Todoroki, turning his head to his best friend. “Feel free to just come in and listen. I usually have my headphones on, but I can start playing out loud if you like it enough.”

Todoroki nodded, closing his eyes as he felt comfortable enough to nap. Midoriya smiled at the quiet confirmation and turned to Bakugo. “Kacchan, what did you need?”

“Studying,” stated Bakugo shortly, crushing Midoriya with his weight.

Midoriya sighed happily, snuggling into his side. “Okay. Exams are coming up pretty soon.”

The three all remained cuddled together, now enjoying the breeze coming in from Midoriya’s balcony. It was in moments like these that solidified the trio’s bond. They had already been inseparable, but in moments like these, nothing could break the unconditional love they had for one another.

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I'm kinda torn in the whole prolife/prochoice thing. At one hand I'd feel so heartbroken if I tore life away from my womb. Also if you can decide some lives at some stages aren't worth keeping alive and giving support to I'd feel the slippery slope that would slide into dehumanizing other groups of people who we at least for now, on general societal level, deem worth enough to let live and support. There's a reason MAID in Canada is so rancid rn.

At the other hand I just don't feel like a fetus of up to a certain couple weeks is the same as a baby. I just don't feel like it is the same, and the reason is how far the development is. Development reaches a point much faster than many realise where a baby of some kind is distinguishable... some women pee out their very small zygote and only later find out, I know of someone. She didn't commit negligence or accidental manslaughter, which legally she would have if indeed a personhood is assigned to a fertilised egg from day one.

I am not the anon ranting at you before, but as you seem to be in contact with some trad blogs, while having your opinion on abortion and I was curious if you had any thoughts you wanted to share further. If not and you don't want to, and this is obnoxious, I'm sorry and that's completely understandable and I'd just wish you a nice chicken wings dinner! Cheers

it's hard to articulate all of my thoughts into one post but i will try to

personally, i do believe that life begins at conception. as soon as the zygote implants into your uterine wall, which is when you become officially pregnant, that zygote now has personhood. there is not even scientific doubt about that - that is the literal moment life begins. but as a person who has experience living with someone who has a severe trisomy, and separate experience living with someone who has congenital diseases that require using another person's organ to stay alive, and as a woman who is currently pregnant, my thoughts are far more complex on whether or not being pregnant automatically means that you owe another person your life and organs to live off of

even though my pregnancy is very low risk and im extremely healthy, being pregnant just sucks. i genuinely think you have to have an intense disconnect with your body and sensations to believe otherwise. my belly button stretching to accommodate my growing belly is extremely painful. my abs ripping apart inside me to accommodate my belly is extremely painful. my nipples are tender constantly. even though i haven't gained any weight yet, the extra mass on the front of my torso is difficult to balance and keep my spine and hips neutral to keep good posture, so that my ass and core muscles don't atrophy. the nausea during the first 10 weeks was horrific. keeping my core strong is hard when there's a bowling ball sitting in the bottom of your torso. the ligaments in my hips and feet softening and spreading is painful. i have no stretch marks yet, but im dreading them. my tits ballooned up to a DDD on my tiny 5'2 frame, so none of my clothes fit right and i feel like a fucking whale. im scared to get loose skin and deflated boobs and a widened waist. im keeping my diet as healthy as possible but it's hard when every craving you have is not healthy at all. you are building every single cell of this person's body using your own nutrients, blood, flesh, etc and the baby WILL take what it needs from your literal bones and teeth if you're not giving it what it needs. and those are only physical symptoms ive listed. the mental ones, like preparing to give birth and parent a child, or even decorate a baby's room, or all the questions you're being asked constantly or shitty advice you're getting, are very taxing as well

so to insist that pregnancy is something totally passive that just happens to your body, with no side effects, even though yes women are designed to be lifegivers, seems delusive and misleading. it's very hard and i could never judge someone for not wanting to go through with any of that

on the other hand, i do agree that it's somewhat of a slippery slope. i don't think it's a good thing to kill elderly people or all disabled people. i don't think we should kill people just because they can't contribute to society in meaningful ways

but also, as a person who intimately aware of the way government funding and welfare systems work for profoundly disabled individuals, i can't help but be miffed at the idea of being fully aware that your child is going to live either on a vent their whole life, sucking up government cheese that could have went to like, idk a disabled veteran or something, and still going through with producing this person. the argument i get alot is "well people with down's syndrome can be grocery baggers! they can have relationships!" that's like, the top 5-10% of elite downies. and even then, they are suffering from seizures disorders, early onset dementia, and a variety of other things that make it impossible to live on their own or ever being capable of living a full life. the rest of them grow older to be fully dependent, barely functioning, and oftentimes have a lot of anger issues due to neurological and learning disabilities. can you imagine being bodied by a 300 pound angry grown man who quite LITERALLY has no concept of calming down? it fucking sucks

at the end of the day, i cannot tell anyone else what to do regarding their pregnancy or children even if i think they have dumbass opinions. i can only offer my own opinions based on experience and ideas

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talesofsonicasura · 1 year

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Song of Hearts

Games are made with the purpose of entertaining all. Sometimes a peculiar title can lead to unexpected developments if done right.

I decided to take a different dive into fandoms this time. A creepy flavored one. Yep. Reader insert with a Creepypasta. Completely platonic one as the story in question involves Ben Drowned.

For those who don't know, it was originally a Creepypasta about a N64 copy of Majora's Mask being haunted by a 12 year kid named Ben who drowned under suspicious circumstances. His form being the Link Statue when you play the Elegy of Emptiness. This can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Enjoy!

Games, games, games. A pastime enjoyed and even cherished for many across the world. Taking the form of boards, cards, words, video to even joke games. All have brought enjoyment and equal amounts hilarity for every player. It's a rarity to find stores that don't sell a game of some kind, not even grocery stores were immune.

Games are always meant to bring joy...if respected properly. Just like school tests, delvers of code often plague this particular activity like rats to an open fridge. And videogames were their favorite playground.

Earnest archivist who wish to preserve old game code inside emulators or data storages. Data miners that look for hidden content and share their finds with all. Then the infamous hackers who can make a player's experience hell or rarely heaven.

Someone will always delve deep into a game unfairly. Yet, what would happen if one videogame wasn't like the others? An item that happily brings misfortune to those who abuse the rules. Data with a mean spirit of its own.

It was a surprisingly warm winter day. The birds were singing, flowers slowly gaining life and... "DAMN IT!" For you to lose your mind at another failure. It had only been two years since the Grand Archive became an established website for gamers all across the world.

A place to play all sorts of games specifically those from old consoles with some such examples being N64 and even the Amiga! Your greatest project as an archivist and videogame lover to this day. Despite the current problem aiming a big fat middle finger with cruelty that could match Satan.

After uploading the Lemmings trilogy to the Grand Archive, you decided the next game to upload would be the original Legend of Zelda Majora's Mask for the N64. Nintendo franchises were a bit infamous to get ahold of especially games as old as this one. These precious cartridges were either stuck in the hands of scalpers that wanted insane prices or sellers who troll people once they get the cash.

Kirby and the Crystal Shards had been a nightmare to get for your website as the buyer's psycho neighbor was an insane Entitled Parent Karen fusion. All the slurs fired and fucking knife waved all willy nilly from her made quite a scary spectacle. Especially since it was a game not meant for a two year old baby!

Still a sweet victory for you in the end as Kirby became apart of the archive and the psycho got arrested. Anyway, adding any games from popular franchises is usually uncommon due to rarity or difficulty. You figured since Ocarina of Time had been added, so should the sequel. Thus the dilemma at hand.

Every copy of Majora's Mask you stumbled upon so far were either overpriced, bad condition (got a console to check efficiency), or a scam. This was the 5th bust so far. Any donations set up were for actual emergencies as you actually had a well paying job in the form of freelance programming.

All the games bought for the site was from hard earned cash. Taking a deep breath, you decided to make some tea for your nerves. Anger wasn't going to accomplish anything. Now you lived alone in a nice small apartment with pretty decent neighbors.

Well, except for Mindy and her entitled brat Velma who live three doors down. Fuck those two spectacularly. The apartment complex didn't come with a postal service so you had to visit the post office for mail.

The sound of knocking suddenly filled the silence. It was the soft yet the sound felt so...eerie. Almost as if death was standing outside the door with scythe ready at hand. You put down your cup of tea and quietly stalked over.

Peering through the small peephole, it didn't seem like anyone was there. This didn't stop you from grabbing the pocket knife hidden in the drawer by the door. Better safe than sorry, even if it was possibly a ding dong ditch. With a firm hand, you opened to the door to nothing.

At least not until looking down towards the floor. Right there was a small package set neatly before the door. Small enough to be easily missed if not for the box's brilliant green wrapping paper topped by a gold ribbon. You couldn't help but peer your head at the halls around you.

There wasn't anybody in sight or any sign of a door opening. Almost if a ghost came by and left this 'gift'. You took the package inside keeping your knife close just in case. After a moment of scrutinization, it was deemed safe enough to open.

There were many things you expected to be inside the package. A snake, bug or something foul for a surprise gift. To see what had to be a copy of the N64's Legend of Zelda Majora's Mask wasn't it. You couldn't believe your eyes nor feel even more uncomfortable.

No one should've known where you lived much less the item you were searching! It felt too convenient and that's a huge red flag on it's own. "Okay. Emergency Nintendo 64 now." When it comes to scanning videogame cartridges or disks, spare consoles tend to be vital.

This mainly stemmed from bugged ports or illegal hacks that could potentially destroy a system. In this case, you gotten two spares per an old console as you knew a good bloke who could fix them for a great deal. The cartridge was carefully inserted into the console akin to defusing an active bomb. You didn't trust it one damn bit.

After a few minutes of loading, the title screen to Nintendo's most popular rush job appeared on your old vintage TV. Despite that, the graphics so far look really nice for an old game but functionality was more important. Going past the title screen you were half surprised to see a file was already made.

The file named Ben had everything available up to the current point being Stone Tower on the Third Day specifically an hour before the moon crashes. An impressive feat honestly as you know Ikana Canyon was infamous around the Zelda community for being a common drop-off. Both on creepiness and difficulty.

"Whoever you are Ben, you must be one hell of a gamer. I don't know how this cartridge even got here but I hope you at least manage to beat the game once." There wasn't any reason to delete the file as old games like this had multiple save files. Plus messing with Ben's file just felt wrong for your tastes.

Making a new game under the name Link, it was time to see how this cartridge played. You weren't going add it onto the Grand Archive though. The circumstances behind the appearance are too suspicious and you weren't ruining your greatest project. It'll be a personal copy for comparing purposes or just playing.

You wouldn't lie but that mysterious Majora's Mask game runs very good despite it's age. Been playing it for about two weeks and everything was almost lifelike compared to any other copy. The characters had more personality in models even when not talking. It responded perfectly to your controller inputs better than any modern game. Overall, everything felt perfect. Although you weren't going to upload on the archive for one normal reason and two odd reasons.

Already found an extra copy of Majora's Mask to upload during those two weeks. The first oddity is the characters would often call you Ben instead of your character's name Link. Not really an issue since it was a harmless glitch.

The second oddity is where the creepiness really sets in. In Majora's Mask, there's an important song you learn to enter the Stone Tower called the Elegy of Emptiness. Depending on Link's form, it would produce a statue which can be placed on switches. Why point this out? You were quietly being stalked by one of those statues.

The statue in question was the very creepy Link one. Off-putting smile and all. It would always be hidden somewhere in the background as you played. Only players with eagle eyes could find kind of spots too. You couldn't forget that you hadn't even unlocked the song yet?

At this point, either someone programmed one hell of an AI or the game is legitimately haunted. You were leaning towards the latter but the possible ghost hadn't been hostile really. All they been doing was watching your progress and messed with the names a bit. Harmless mischief really.

If you really own a haunted cartridge, then might as well be friendly to the ghost. More proof later popped up when bidding the spirit goodbye before turning off the console. You nearly jump as the Ben save file now read 'Hello. :)' when entering the game.

Apparently the specter was quite the character. Ever since you discovered the game was haunted, you sorta made friends with Ben. It seemed like he was stuck in the Link statue as it was the only character that pops up where he shouldn't be.

Considering this was Zelda of all games, Link being followed by a statue of himself didn't feel that weird. Ben interacted with you in three different ways within the game. He would follow the player's character similar to how a party moves in RPGs. Well, with a bunch of teleporting when offscreen as Epona often left him in the dust.

Ben could be helpful as he would either appear on switches you need to press or at places where you need to go for particular quests. And he can be a huge troll. Often popping up in your face without warning or make you die by blocking your jumps over bottomless pits.

Fuck the time he decided to replace every NPC in Clocktown with Gibdos. "Ben, you ass!" Skull Kid's laughter rain about as you had Link chase after the fleeing statue. Overall, it felt like living with a mischievous little brother more than anything.

Although there was one place he always avoided in the game. The laundry pool. A small area in Clock Town with little importance other than getting a few masks from the townsfolk. You never saw him pop up there as he always waited outside for Link.

It didn't take long to put the pieces together. Ben had drowned but something was seriously off. How did he get into the game if he drowned??? Only way it could happen was... You couldn't help but go cold at the possiblity of murder as the chance of it being ritualistic was high.

There are sickos in the world who had their noses deep into the occult. Always wondering what they can do. Yet, Ben could've died with the game on him and went inside afterwards. Poltergeists automatically attach themselves to their prize possessions upon death. In the end, it was his story to tell and you'll respect that.

Today was gonna be a shitty day. Your hot water hadn't been working for a few days and the apartment's handyman is currently sick. The package which had a copy of Megaman X got stolen. And some asshole nearly uploaded a virus onto your Grand Archive cause you didn't support NFTs.

Ben luckily eased up on his pranks knowing how bad the week has been. You currently had a migraine and just ran out of headache medicine too. It was obvious to head to the store leaving Ben to watch his cartoons on the laptop so he wouldn't get bored.

The Link Statue just needed the title screen on in order to appear. A habit that honestly punched your electric bill but you didn't really care. Paying extra per month was worth Ben having some semblance of a routine outside the game.

That moment of peace immediately shattered as you had open the door only to meet your bitch neighbor and spoiled ass brat. "What the hell??!" This wasn't going to end well. You heard rumors about Mindy storming into people's apartments for one reason: inspection.

She usually did this for a multitude of stupid reasons, half involving a impromptu babysitter for her daughter Velma. You always leave the doors locked and kept check on her times as the bitch was buddy buddy with the landlord. Guess Mindy decided to go early just for this.

"I honestly thought you were dead but guess I was wrong. Oh well. Anyway I need someone to watch over Velma as I have to do my nails at the saloon." The sickly sweet smile did nothing to shroud the foulness that radiated off her.

"No. Find someone else to babysit!" Your retort was cut short as the callous woman shoved you aside with her hellspawn close behind. Mindy immediately began to scrutinize every object under her gaze with manners of a toddler.

"This place looks so plain yet there's all these game stuff! Aren't you too old to play videogames? Velma would love some new playthings. How much?" You were too tired to deal with her bullshit especially the gold digging criticism!

"Get out of my apartment before I call the cops! My head already hurts and your pterodactyl screeches make it worse! Go bark up someone else's house, you bitch!" This, of course, leads to a shouting match as Mindy didn't take kindly to being challenged.

No one noticed a certain brat walking away into a particular spare room in search of entertainment. Ben immediately vanished from the screen before Velma had a chance to spot him. He heard about the infamous little girl that drove everyone up the wall and her equally bad mother.

While Mindy was a critic, Velma is pure unadulterated harassment. Snatching other kids' toys, stealing people's food, made offhanded rude comments and crying or hitting those who don't let her get away with it. Something that only worsen when her mother endorses such horrible behavior.

"I haven't seen this game before. The horsey looks so cute though." Ben secretly sneered inside the game code as grubby little fingers took ahold of your controller. He would've just made the game extra hard for Velma with the tiny hope that she didn't screw up any files.

Fixing up yours from her interference is stupidly eas- Ben went still as the feeling of the controller circled around his file. She. wouldn't. dare. "Why are there two save files with different names? Oh well, I'll just get rid of this!" And that snobby high pitched voice was the only warning he had to stow the data away as she clicked Delete.

You really didn't know what had happened as the confrontation with Mindy went on. It took one second to realize that a certain hellspawn was missing did the panic set in. And Velma's high pitched shriek only cement that absence to her mother as well.

The little girl crashed into her mother's legs with the force of a bullet, heavily weeping in quiet terror. Quiet mumbles of 'creepy statue' and 'I'm next' had you go straight towards the N64. The mother leaving in rage was ignored for the ghost stuck inside the console.

Poltergeists are only harmless if their prized possessions were left alone. You knew Velma didn't respect that as the File Screen no longer held the familiar Ben file. In it's place was a folder that only read 'Your Turn'. The rest of day been silent afterwards.

Mindy and Velma had moved out of the apartment complex the next day in a massive hurry. Guess the scare the spoiled girl gotten was more than she could take. You, however, been looking over Ben for two weeks.

Ever since his save file got deleted, the ghost had basically shut down. It came back after restarting the console but Ben still wouldn't interact. You never saw his statue pop up unless you played the Elegy of Emptiness. The Link Statue didn't move or speak despite this.

All you could really do is keep Ben company and talk to him so the spirit knows he wasn't alone. It took around the end of the month before a certain Link Statue popped up on the title screen one night. That was the point where Ben told you how he ended up in the game by accessing his file.

"I was a lonely kid and had no friends. The only thing that kept me happy was my love for Legend of Zelda. One day, I met people who shared my likes. Who I thought would be my new friends became my executioners."

A cult called the Moon Children had lure Ben into their ranks with false promises. They sacrificed him for a ritual to see what they can do using the human soul. All the events were played out through the game's characters and assets. You never felt so much rage and disgust before in your entire life as Link was drowned by the Father NPC.

A lonely child who only wish for friends was taken advantage of with the very thing he wanted. "You didn't deserve that, Ben. No one should have their own loneliness be twisted by a fucking bastard cult! If I could, I would've been your friend way back then."

Those words had that Link Statue fade away into the image of a 12 year old brunette boy. A weak smile on his lips, terribly pale wet skin stained by tears and glassy tear stricken eyes look back at you. Only comfort that could be done is place a hand on the TV screen. Ben put up his palm to match yours as everything fell quiet.

Things had begun to return to normal after that particular night. Ben opened up again and was back to his mischievous self. You began working on a special project with your spare computer. A unique model program made specifically for Ben, the first being a Link model just for him.

It was originally made for making 3D versions of 8 bit games specifically the first two Legend of Zeldas. Something adjusted once you fully bonded with your ghostly brother. Whether the laptop would be connected to the internet stem on whether you can keep Ben from accidentally going into the Dark Web.

Weren't even touching what he will do if he found the Moon Children's operation. It was better that the two of you formulated an effective game plan first. Mainly cause who knows if they roped in other unaware children or there are more cartridges like Ben somewhere hidden across the world.

It was better to plan for now than go all gung-ho. Although things have been a bit...eerie as of late. Something that started when a new tenant just move into Mindy's old apartment. Pale, creepy, kind of guy whose eyes lingered on you for too long to be seen as a mere glance.

He only given out the name 'Robert Lynch' before going absolute recluse. No one really see him leave his apartment other than getting his mail and the bare necessities. Yet, these excursions never went through without the creep eyeing you or your apartment.

Whoever this Robert is, it was pretty clear that he's bad news. Something further cemented from how antsy Ben became as of late. His statue would often glitch or fade uncontrollably before settling back like nothing happened. You didn't know much on spirits as any information at all was little or mere theory bait.

Then there were these...flashes. Places or objects that disappear and come at random intervals. One second you are in the elevator only to being standing before an ominously familiar tree with a single blink. Photos marred by obscure faces and grinning masks.

You went to sleep once only to later dreamt about a cold watery abyss as shadows swam around you akin to curious sharks. Overall, something freaky was going on and there was the vague feeling it only just started. Then the computer housing the new program meant for Ben mysteriously crashed.

One second it has been working and then suddenly went kaput! You had taken it to your tech savvy friend for help yet the reason for the crash was strange. "The hard drive somehow manifested over an exabyte worth of data! A laptop like this would've explode in seconds than turn off! Even more stranger is that everything is gone, not a single bit of data left."

You couldn't help but be on edge throughout the walk back home. How can a hard drive manifest over that much data and lose everything? Your concern only grew further once you made back to your apartment. Why? The door that once been shut closed was slightly open.

Someone was in your apartment and were still there. Honestly didn't know what to do as Ben is inside. You were about to call the police when a hand dragged you inside and shut the door. The invader was Robert but that wasn't the scary thing.

When he shoved you onto the floor, right there was the broken pieces of the Majora's Mask cartridge where Ben laid inside. A familiar snarling moon peeked from Robert's palm as his sleeve lifted up from that harsh push. He was a fucking Moon Children cultist.

"That whiny little bitch made it so much easier to find Father's little stolen project. Already bad enough that damn traitor decided to give the thing some pity by dropping it off to some nerdy bitch. And I get sent to clean up the mess!"

You didn't hesitate to slam your laptop against the bastard's leg, fury flaring through your veins. This fucker had shattered Ben. He viewed the soul of a poor trapped child as a meaningless endeavor like his fellow cult members. You struck the man against his stomach and arms, uncaring of the device shattering to pieces.

Robert retaliated by yanking the broken device away so he could throw a haymaker to the face. You bit down on his arm before he could pull back and harshly yanked the bastard's hair. The skirmish grew more gruelling as plates, photos, and other objects got caught in the crossfire.

Robert was stabbed in his side with glass shards from broken picture frames. Your leg flare red as a broken chair leg came down by the man's hand. Only fair the cultist got his brains bashed in with a frying pan. Any advantage you had didn't last long once you crashed into your spare N64.

He took the power cords with an intent obvious to many: choking. You quickly try to intercept the now offensive items aimed at your neck. Despite the kicks and shoves, Robert power through as plastic coating touch skin. You try to yank the cords away that threaten to crush your airways.

"Fucking bitch! I'll make sure no one will recognize your damn body once I'm done!" The bastard's words began to fade with every lack of breath. A single thought rung out as you struggled to fight back. 'I'm sorry, Ben.'

In a flash of pale peach and green, power cords suddenly split into pieces. You fell to the ground in a sputtering heap as your chest heaved harshly trying to get back air. Robert's painful cry was cut short for loud harsh gargles and a monstrous roar.

The smell of harsh iron filled the air like mist. Only when your breathing was under control did the feeling of sharp, wet claws carefully held your back. Slowly turned around to see the familiar yet now macabre figure of Ben's Link Statue slouched over in an attempt to look smaller.

His limbs elongated to twice their length, body stretched into a lanky almost dangerously thin teenage form, fingers now gnarly bony claws, the statue's face completely obscured by shadows even though the wet ragged hair wasn't that long and the only features that could be seen is an inhumanly large grimace full of teeth alongside sad glassy looking eyes.

"B...ben? You're okay." The ghost didn't answer, only pulling you close to his chest. Gentle loving hug and distorted croaking of 'You're safe now' made everything feel safe. You quietly sob in Ben's chest as today's events wash over like a cold wave.

"Over the span of three months, the recently uncovered Moon Children's cult has finally come to an end. An anonymous tip had shed light on this gamer targeting organization as a list of experiments were sent to local police. During the same time, more active cultists were found dead.

Bodies hung by the power cords for game and bearing claw marks from an unknown animal.-" The TV groan on as you uploaded Mario Kart onto the Grand Archive within the confines of your newly bought house. Boxes still laid unpacked and those half open kept by the wall to avoid being tripped over.

You were so deep into the upload that you nearly miss the Lays bag placed near your laptop. The offerer being no other than Ben, his form now that of a messy brown haired and green eyed Link. You cheekily ruffled his hair before putting the music back on. A remixed version of the Song of Healing began to play as the little break ended and it was back to unpacking.

And that's it! This has been a wild yet difficult thing to write. You won't believe how many interruptions and writer's block got in the way. For anyone confused, the bond formed between Reader and Ben had become a pact.

As this grew, both of them were affected in different ways. Reader began experiencing Ben's world-view while the poltergeist began manifesting in the physical world. That special project was the final ingredient to fully seal the pact.

Ben's monster form is based on the Friday Night Funkin Mic of Time mod, specifically for the song Sorrow. You can find it at the bottom! I'll be drawing his new human form soon but he didn't want Reader's hard work to go to waste essentially.

Yes, Mindy and Velma are a huge jab at Mindy Kaling's Velma show, name wise alongside shitty personality only. No one tries to ruin Scooby-Doo without me aiming at them in the form of references.

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later!

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