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fricc-darn · 1 month

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More dating B.E.N hcs but sprinkle in some love

(some BEN angst if you squint n slight warning for toxic relationships)

When it comes to BEN and affection it's a tricky situation. It only cares about other moon children in the network. For other people, the concept of love is not on their mind. Due to that, it's not often you'll experience loving moments with them.

Their love is rare and will take time to form as this is reserved for a specific kind of person. Someone who it enjoys the presence of. A person who's a pleasure to mess with but isn't too easy. Someone who keeps things interesting. The perfect toy? In a sense yes! This type of love is genuine. It's truly a weird scenario because BEN continues to be a menace while attempting to be sweet.

Of course, these acts should be appreciated to some degree. At least attempts are being made. Despite how flawed these acts are, it's treatment others don't see. You should feel lucky that you're an exception. The last thing BEN wants is for you to end up dead. Though if you have gotten this far, you'd certainly know to appreciate these moments.

BEN's words of affirmation are just as concise and vague as their regular speech. When it compliments you at worst it's backhanded. At best they come off as someone talking to a beloved pet. Occasionally, it'll complement you in an odd amount of detail. Pointing out quirks that you don't even notice.

Now, if they really like you they have a tendency to info dump. Though they try to keep it at a minimum. They wouldn't want you getting too curious and becoming nosey.

For the most part; simple phrases like "I love you." or "Cute." work fine. It'll take time for you to figure out whether or not BEN is being genuine. Even when you get the hang of it, there's still a nagging uncertainty present. This process would be much easier if they weren't so deceitful. The first time BEN loosely said the words 'I love you' it was out of the blue during a flurry of obsessive messages and threats. They refused to elaborate until much later and took whatever response you had as a yes.

At first, it only communicates with you online or through poltergeist-like activities. They'll even appear in your dreams as individual moon children. These dreams are surprisingly pleasant in comparison to the nightmares. With a substantial amount of trust, you learn more about the spirits as individuals.

Hearing the bits and pieces of what they remember about their past really makes sense of their behavior. Just don't even think about pitying them. Even if its well meaning, the outcome won't be in your favor.

None of them can stand being vulnerable. Especially if they don't have the means to take over the situation. In those almost unthinkable scenarios, it would trigger them into emotional distress. Which isn't something you'd expect from BEN of all people. To avoid that, they lead you to the information with breadcrumbs.

When BEN decides to appear physically, things really get fun!

They aren't too fond of physical affection. You can ask, but it will often result in a no. They have to be the ones to initiate it. There are plenty of reasons but it's mainly for the comfort of each moon child. You'll quickly learn who hates being touched, who doesn't mind, or who enjoys it.

Dealing with BEN is like dealing with a cat with an awful attitude. A spiteful shithead to its core. When they're not toying with your stuff, they'll come up to you whenever they feel like to bother you. From hugging, breathing down your neck, or maybe even biting you. The ladder isn't always ideal since BEN has way too many teeth. When this happens, it doesn't have much of a care for what you're doing or if you want to be bothered. BEN has some major cuteness aggression towards you. They play rough and oddly enough they're pretty strong.

Hugs and hand holding are the most common form of affection you'll get. When you're asleep they might even decide to cuddle with you. Be warned, BEN will take up most of the bed for no good reason. You also have to be prepared for potentially getting scared half to death in the middle of the night. Besides the distorted whispers, it's uncanny generated face will stare at you while you sleep. When you sleep with them it doesn't feel like a person is sleeping next to you. It's more like a general presence. BEN's skin is cold more often than not. Its skin seems to get warm off of your body heat or if there's something going on inside of its head. At least they're soft and squishy.

Can BEN kiss? Sorta. Its kisses are chaste and usually on the cheek. They're a prude, and a super hypocritical one at that. If they happen to kiss you on the lips it's essentially like kissing a mannequin with synthetic skin. It's cold and awkward. They're artificial in almost every sense of the word. Its mouth is the texture of gooey silicone with a long tongue and plenty of teeth. Kissing it is an experience that only you get to have. BEN really tries to be a good kisser but it just doesn't work out. It may be a questionable kisser but it's not sloppy. For that has no appeal, BEN prefers kisses to be simple and clean.

#theyre also gross to look at like 90% of the time but thats the charm #ben drowned headcanon #ben drowned x reader #creepypasta x reader #behavioral event network #b.e.n

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icarusallusion · 2 months

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On the kick of relationships I feel were a bit wasted on lack of expansion and fandom media literacy.

Volgin and Ocelot. While they definitely do not stem from the same problems as Kazuhira and Quiet like I talked about in my other post, I still feel they aren't explained enough, hours of exposition but nothing quite explains why they are the way they are. Part of that leads to their allure as characters, the years of character building we don't hear or see, but their subtle relationship really falls flat on a lot of gamers I've found.

Into them themselves before I get into all the meta stuff.

Volgin doesn't waste time torturing and shocking people who minorly inconvenience him. He kills Granin pretty much just for fun, shocks and sexually tortures EVA, tortures his own men from the simplest lack of respect, and nukes a facility which kills multiple of his countrymen. All of these disturb Ocelot, but he never says much about it until it comes at the pain of Russia itself. (i.e killing Granin who benefits them and Russia in turn, not truly caring about torture when he learns its for a spy, feeling bad ahout killing Russian men even those who go agaisnt the GRU, and the nukes destroying Russian soil and countrymen)

However any time Ocelot calls Volgin out on his sadistic and cruel behaviors, Volgin never says anything truly negative back to Ocelot. For a man who does awful things to everyone else the way he hesitates to hurt Ocelot whether through physical or verbal means was always interesting to me.

Especially this interaction after Granin is killed by Volgin.

Volgin speaks down on Ocelot, however this isn't done in an insulting way, it's simply the truth in Volgin's eyes. Volgin raised Ocelot since he was 16, Ocelot is still decades younger than him, and is still ranks below.

To Volgin, Ocelot needs to be weeded out himself, of the care he deeply holds for Russia. Volgin undermines Ocelot and how he feels towards the war and cruelty surrounding it, that his feelings have no place within the war and that they're a threat to their organization. While on the surface it refers to how Ocelot is too hot headed and jumps the gun, that he won't be able to focus if he is always judging others. On a deeper level, it read to me as Volgin cares for Ocelot. That the judgement from Ocelot doesn't just break the GRU's unity, it breaks Volgin's unity with Ocelot.

Volgin doesn't want to get rid of Ocelot, that much is evident when in the final boss battle when this is their exchange.

Ocelot shoots at Volgin, disobeys orders, disrespects his title, etc, etc. Despite this, they have the same back and forth they always do. Volgin simply keeps ordering him until Ocelot just leaves. It comes across as Volgin trusts Ocelot to find the bombs, either that or views him too inferior to do any real damage on his own devices. All and all, Volgin doesn't care about Ocelot's disrespect towards him when if it was anyone else they'd be dead.

Speaking of the boss fight, it really added more to their relationship.

THIS ESPECIALLY

Volgin comes so close to shocking Ocelot, but he can't, simply just a warning. Then in the next scene, Ocelot looks to Volgin for reassurance on his aid to Snake. This back and forth always ends each word from Ocelot with an obedience to Volgin.

The fact Volgin and Ocelot have whole conversations with each other from body language alone and the way Ocelot himself relies on body language really is such a good detail

The way they simply talk with one another also always felt like a parent to a child to me. (Maybe a very bad parent but still) In a way, they are a very fucked up found family.

Ocelot kidnapped by The Philosophers as a baby, sent to the GRU to be a spy at 16 and being guided through the rest of his years up until the end of teenage life by Volgin who he knew he'd have to betray at some point. Volgin who was raised by a member of The Philosopher.

While family has never been something they have been expanded on with, I think that speaks more. Neither Ocelot nor Volgin have any semblance with family. They are each other's only sense of that. Through the traitorous attitude of Ocelot and through the hedonist sadism fogging Volgin, they are the only people who get each other but ultimately are not fond of each other in most scenarios. They serve as a twisted parallel of The Boss and Snake to me.

Which sucks even more when The Boss is literally Ocelot's real mom, don't know how to thread that in either, but it's just ughhh literally custody battle between The Boss and Volgin every time they're on screen together with Ocelot

I could talk forever and ever about the analysis between them, but onto the meta. My issues are not within any prejudice or forced characterization like Kaz and Quiet. However, I feel they come from the writers thinking they were not interesting enough. They don't put a lot of their relationship on the surface and by the time players realize their relationship the game is over. MGS is really a game that always deserves a second playthrough to fully grasp its ideas and characters.

Volgin and Ocelot didn't grasp a lot of people because they weren't pushed and pushed like EVA and Snake. They were an afterthought in the game while I think they really could've been given more, considering how much of Volgin affects Ocelot. Ocelot liked torture because of how Volgin raised him, Ocelot has a complicated relationship with Russia partially due to Volgin, and Ocelot's relationships with people are forever shadowed by how Volgin raised him.

I think they really could've been something so interesting, but so much of it was swept under the rug by other relationships and topics within the game. I don't know, tell me what you think this is mostly spit balling about two characters I really like. 🐆

#metal gear solid #revolver ocelot #volgin mgs #looking back on this definitely couldve written this better lol

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g00ngala · 1 year

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hopefully this is the last long post i will ever have to make about hit disney show the owl house but I am so sick of people posting paragraphs of lukewarm takes on philip's death so. one last rant for the road, i suppose.

belos's death wasn't unsatisfying, nor was it purely physical. first of all, philip is a representation of greater societal problems (which are notably still there, remember, there's people who want to reestablish his order for their own gain). he is a plague and parasite on the world and a demonstration of humanity's worst cruelties, and his pathetic death by boiling rain and stomping as the most true and good character, who does her best to do right by everyone and believes in second chances, in the entire show, looks at him with no emotion in a way that directly parallels the way caleb's ghost looks down upon him, and he claws at her feet in a desperate attempt to use another person's good nature once again to get what he wants, and fails and dies, is INCREDIBLY symbolic.

and TWO. the point ISN'T that philip is an Evil Liar Who Lies and his backstory is being shafted for simple evil, he is an incredibly realistic depiction of how many people are consumed by their fear of what they don't understand and their hatred, let it fester into a desire to harm, and then elaborate lies to not only manipulate others but trick themselves by their own rhetoric so they don't have to feel bad for it

throughout the show philip is paralleled to cult leaders and militaristic dictators, and he is LITERALLY a puritan colonizer. philip is white man ego in its purest form. yes, the awful society is 75% the fault of Just One Guy, but this is a cartoon. he represents every man who has tried to build a world like this, who burns what he doesn't understand and makes up lies to justify it and trick his own guilt into not eating him alive.

people keep bitching that philip didn't truly face his own lies and realize how awful he was before he died, or that he wasn't given any chance to change, but philip has run the fuck out of chances. the point is he will never learn because he chooses not to. philip had to die because he'd rather lie and rot and take everyone down with him than EVER admit he's wrong. he killed his brother because he tricked himself into believing that caleb betrayed him, romanticized the idea of Caleb in his head and delusionally convinced himself that he tried to save him, while his knife hangs over his brother's ghost eternally, symbolizing the shoved down guilt he'll never truly outrun.

he made hunter believe it was his fault that philip repeatedly harmed him, he told the people of the isles after slaughtering them over and over that it's better if he rules them because he is better than them, he eternally victimizes himself over and over because he is an abuser. his lies are not just to others but to himself. he makes himself believe that the ends justify the means, when the ends are nonsensical rhetoric and the means are horrific violence. because philip is a person who may have had the capacity for good, but he chooses to live in his own hatred and rot everything around him, taking advantage of hunger for power and good natured kindness in the same breath, and he chooses to turn away from the mirror every time, to refuse to acknowledge the monster he's become because he's a coward.

the titan said it themself. his motives aren't genuine, not because he's evil for evil's sake but because he'd do anything to continue to live in his own delusion of heroism and perpetual victimhood. philip is someone you can find in the behaviors of dictators and colonists and evangelical christians and run of the mill abusers all throughout history. this doesn't make him a cookie cutter villain, it makes him a REALISTIC villain, or as realistic as you can get in a cartoon on the disney channel. he wants power and he wants admiration and he wants death and suffering to the people he's scared of, and he'd rather kill himself and take everyone down with him than ever face who he is.

not all villains need a redemption arc to be complex. he doesn't love to rub his hands together cartoonishly and watch the world burn, but some people do actually enjoy harming others. but the realism comes from how he lies to himself and others about it.

sometimes someone can be truly evil, not because they were born that way, but because they choose to be, and because they choose to live in denial about it until they're rotting in the ground.

#toh #toh spoilers #the owl house #philip wittebane #emperor belos #hannah.txt #hopefully the last toh rant ill ever post. goodbye owl house its been fun!

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sxrensxngwrites · 8 months

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Spirit Inquisitor Headcanons

This ask comes from an anonymous user who asks: "I was wondering if I could request the inner circle reaction towards finding out that their inquisitor is a spirit like Cole, like first meeting them and how'd they get along with them or how would they treat the Quizzy after finding out, maybe the inquisitor is a 'Hope' spirit since in lore it stated Hope and Faith are very rare spirits so maybe the Inquisitor was attracted to the real world due to the hope of both templar and mages in the conclave"

I absolutely ADORED this ask and had so much fun with it. I'm even entertained by the idea of an actual oneshot or fic... And for those of you that sent in other requests, I see them! Just getting to them slowly.

WARNINGS/TAGS: Inquisitor is referred to in the 3rd person with they/them pronouns as to keep it open for everyone, Hawke has a mention and uses she/her pronouns, There's a small mention on Anders and Justice/Vengence, most of this is sweet/fluffy in my opinion

The Inquisitor wasn’t always a spirit. In the grand scheme of things, the change has been fairly new–at least compared to Cole.

They went to the Conclave to watch the discussions between the mages and the templars. Unlike many others, they were hopeful for new beginnings and opportunities that would occur as a result. However, after the Conclave exploded, they were one of the many to be caught by the wreckage.

The Fade was already very thin at the site of the explosion, due to the nature of its cause. So, it’s not unreasonable for spirits to pass through. It’s not long before a spirit of Hope finds its way through one of the many rifts, it hopeful of the same thing that the Inquisitor wanted. Having similar wants, the spirit of Hope merges with the body of the would-be Inquisitor.

When they awake, they have no recollection of who they were before—only filled with a strange sense of levity despite the awful situation they’re in. They’re a bit uncoordinated, almost like a large child that isn’t quite sure what they’re supposed to do just yet. However, after the journey to the Breach alongside Cassandra, they become more in tune with the skills of who they used to be.

In the beginning everyone is very quick to dismiss the strange behavior of the Inquisitor, chalking it up to them being shaken up from the Breach or some sort of residual magic left within them. However, as time goes on and they don’t seem to be recovering any memories, suspicions begin to arise. However, they’re such a sweet and optimistic soul, dedicated to leading the cause, that no one can stay put-off by them.

When Cole appears, there’s an immediate connection. The two are so similar it’s almost eerie. Neither seems to know exactly what they are, but they know that they are like each other. Hope and Compassion easily find a place alongside each other, and this uncanny similarity is what begins to raise Cassandra’s red flags—that it’s not just amnesia or a strange personality trait of the Inquisitor’s.

At Skyhold, the implications become far more severe. When the Inquisitor’s family writes letters and sends for them, they simply tell Josephine that they’re not quite sure who those people are or what they want. Their mother only says that the Inquisitor has the face and name of their child, but there’s a strange absence of everything else.

It’s Hawke who points it out to Varric. From the moment she meets the Inquisitor she can identify what’s wrong. At first she could never tell when Anders was truly Anders or when Justice and Vengeance had seeped into his mind, but by this point it’s burned enough into her mind that she can see it in the Inquisitor. Of course, it’s different here: whoever the Inquisitor was before, they’re very much dead—Hope now piloting the body. Hawke is relieved that they’re not fighting over control on the inside; that has been Anders’ demise after all. Varric doesn’t want to admit the similarities, too afraid to face the same situation again.

When it becomes clear that the Inquisitor is dead and they’re actually a spirit of hope, reactions are mixed among the Inner Circle.

Cassandra is very off-put initially. The concept scares her a great deal, but she eventually comes to terms with it. After all, she had begun to respect the Inquisitor for their devotion to the future. That respect couldn’t disappear at the mention of a spirit. The same could be said of Blackwall. Leliana and Josephine are also puzzled, but I think they’re both more open to it than Cassandra.

Cullen is admittedly very afraid. He’s still apprehensive of anything spirit-related since that night at the Circle Tower. However, he is won over by seeing the caring nature of the Inquisitor—and their hope for him on his journey to wellness.

Vivienne reacts very similarly to how she reacts to Cole. She’s ready to pull her support of the Inquisition immediately, but there is something about the Inquisitor that’s very endearing to her. I think their devotion to help her, even after she treated them so rudely, was enough to get her to stay.

The Inquisitor being a spirit makes no difference to Sera, Dorian, or The Iron Bull. They’ve certainly seen or heard of stranger things.

The relationship the Inquisitor has with Solas is very deep and profound. He seems to understand what’s happened almost immediately, and encourages the Inquisitor to touch into their spirit-side. Of course, he educates them on their origins and the Fade. They even journey there together many times.

Varric is still haunted by the image of Anders, so he’s hesitant to fall back into their friendship. However, after some encouragement from Hawke, he does his best to continue interacting with the Inquisitor again. It’s then that Varric realizes that he never knew who came before, but he does very much know he’s talking to in that moment—his friend, the Inquisitor.

And of course, Cole and the Inquisitor are virtually inseparable. They share such a strange coincidence, that it’s only natural they get along so well. They each understand the other and their own personal confusions, providing support for the other as they battle with the question of Who am I?

It takes a while for everyone to get used to saying it out loud: that whoever the Inquisitor used to be was actually dead a long time ago and that they had been inhabited by a spirit for as long as they had known them. But after they say it out loud, they realize it doesn’t make too much of a difference. Just as Varric realizes, everyone else does too; Their friend isn’t the body, but the Hope inhabiting it.

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britany1997 · 1 year

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David, he gets jealous about a long time friend and ends marking you (hickies, bites, etc) before you go see the friend? GN reader please

Love Marks

(Ok just kidding guys I finished it tonight🤪)

Jealous David you say? Jealous TOXIC David? 😈 that’s right besties, he’s back

Jealous David x GN Reader

(Can be read on its own, but could also be read as a follow up to Male Manipulator.)

Warnings: SMUTish minors DNI, Manipulation, sort of dubcon, toxic David, blood, blood drinking, emotionally abusive behavior, unhealthy possessiveness, tiny bit of mind control, biting, handcuffs, I think that’s it.

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You stared at your reflection in the mirror as you combed through your mass of hair. David sat on your bed, teeth gritted as he watched you get ready to go out with your childhood friend.

“Sure you don’t wanna just stay in,” he asked coming up behind you. You felt his arms around your waist, but were only greeted with your own image as you faced the mirror.

You leaned into his touch and tilted your head up to look into his eyes. “I’ve cancelled on Kyle like five times in the last month,” you reminded him, “do you really want a partner who’s an awful friend?” You teased him, booping his nose.

He crinkled his nose, unamused.

“I don’t like him,” he informed you, “he just wants to get in your pants.”

You scoffed, a little offended, “you say that about everyone.” you told him, “everyone in the world isn’t lining up to try to screw me, you’re being paranoid!” You said exasperated, waving your comb at him.

David smirked, “but babyyy,” he spoke, pouting, “you’re just so perfect,” he stroked your cheek, “who wouldn’t want to be with you? If I were Kyle I’d wanna be in my position too.” You blushed at his words and nuzzled your cheek into his hand.

“Stoppp you’re too sweet,” you said.

He smiled. He had you. “So you can see where I’m coming from right babe? I can’t let you go.”

Your smile fell from your face immediately as you dropped his hand, “can’t let me?” You asked him, your tone full of malice.

Fuck. He’d overplayed his hand.

“Just kidding babe,” he purred, pulling the strings in your mind to prompt you to believe him, “you know I’d never keep you from doing anything. You’re your own person, that’s one of the things I love most about you,” he lied as he watched your face morph into a smile once more.

He returned your smile, his holding a sinister twinge, “but the vampire inside me,” he started cautiously, “it’s possessive of its mate,” he pouted, “I try to suppress it, but it comes with the teeth babe. I can’t turn it off, I wish I could.” He told you solemnly.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked up into his eyes. You cupped his face in your hands, “I’m sorry baby,” you said, “I didn’t realize it was an instinct thing.”

“It’s uncontrollable,” he assured you quickly, taking your hands from his face and holding them in his, “the vampire inside me gets so restless whenever you’re out with someone else.” He pouted.

“Oh baby,” you said sympathetically, “what can I do to make it better?” you asked.

He fought to keep the smirk from spreading over his face. He knew he wasn’t convincing you to stay home, not after his little slip from earlier, but maybe there was another way.

“Baby,” he started, “you know how sometimes I like to bite you right here,” he said placing a finger on the pulse point on your neck, “doing that reassures me that you’re mine, that we belong together.” ‘That you belong to me.’ He thought.

“So you want to bite my neck again?” You asked him, “yeah you can do that if it’ll help baby! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You told him.

He sighed dramatically, “you know what would really help my vampire instincts?” He asked.

You furrowed your brow, looking at him expectantly.

He smirked, “why don’t you let me show you,” he said as he led you to the bed.

David slipped off his trench coat, jacket, and shirt before sitting down on the bed and pulling you into his lap.

You turned your head to look back into his eyes, “I have to leave in half an hour babe,” you told him.

“Don’t worry about it baby, this shouldn’t take long.” He promised while pulling your shirt over your head.

You settled back into his lap and leaned against his chest. He kissed your cheek softly before moving downward, kissing all over your neck.

He trailed kisses down to the familiar spot where your neck and shoulder met, licking and sucking. His teeth grazed the spot, silently asking permission. You breathed out as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Do whatever you want,” you told him.

He smirked before his fangs lengthened, that was exactly what he’d wanted to hear.

You hissed at the painful sensation of his teeth sinking into you but as the pain turned to pleasure, your hiss morphed into a moan.

He moaned with you as your blood flooded into his mouth. He was careful not to take as much as he usually would, he was far from done.

He withdrew his fangs from the crook of your neck and trailed then down the length of your arm. Leaving purple spots and teeth marks all over you.

Once he made it down to your hand, he turned your face towards his and took your fingers into his mouth, licking the end before sucking on each, one by one, while staring deeply into your eyes.

You stared back at him, mouth slightly agape as he toyed with you like he never had before. Your head felt cloudy, a mix of pleasure and blood loss as you allowed him to have his way with you.

“Be good for me ok?” He condescended.

You gulped and nodded.

He shifted you out of his lap until you were laying back on the bed. You turned to him confused. He smirked at you before rolling onto you and pinning your hands to the bed.

You gasped, filled with shock and excitement as he stared down at you.

He lowered his mouth to you chest, sucking and biting at the skin. Little pearls of blood appeared wherever he bit down into you.

After awhile, David released his grip on you to fish through your drawer.

“What are you doing babe?” You asked him.

“You’ll see baby,” he purred, “just stay real still for me.”

He pulled the handcuffs you thought you’d discarded long ago from your bedside drawer.

Your face flushed bright red immediately as you realized his intentions. “How did you know about those,” you asked mortified.

“Don’t worry about it babe,” he told you, “now you said you were gonna be good for me right?”

Your breath hitched, “yeah,” you said.

“Then hold still,” he whispered in your ear as he fastened your hands into the cuffs around the bed frame.

He placed a kiss on your lips, before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and biting down. When he pulled back you could feel the blood trailing down your lips and falling onto your chest as he watched you, transfixed.

He moved down to your stomach, leaving small soft kisses and sucking gently, but never breaking the skin.

When he finished he made it down to your legs. Instead of his usually foreplay, he bit directly into your inner thigh prompting you to throw your head back and scream in a mix of agony and ecstasy.

He groaned as he fed from his other favorite spot, your moans and whimpers feeding his ego while your blood fed his appetite.

When he finally pulled away his eyes were yellow and his mouth was bright red. He kissed you once more smearing your own blood onto your lips.

He unlocked your handcuffs and rubbed your wrists gently as you fell back onto the pillows exhausted. Your eyes fluttering closed as you fought a losing battle to stay conscious.

“I’ll tell Kyle you’re not gonna make it,” David said smirking as he grabbed your phone.

You grunted in affirmation as you rolled over and drifted off to sleep, you body’s blood supply too depleted to do much else.

After sending Kyle a text from your phone letting him know you wouldn’t be meeting him for dinner tonight, and there would be no need to reschedule, David crawled into bed behind you and stroked your hair.

You shifted in your sleep exposing the column of your neck, which was covered in bites. You were all his.

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will-you-pick-me · 17 days

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Just making this my own post, to not interrupt or side-track anyone else's, but.

It's genuinely so heartwarming and amazing to see how everyone seems to be coming out of the woodwork to fight back by sharing positivity and cute pictures and doing RAIDs and other nice asks to counteract all the drama.

@restartheartvn, THANK YOU for taking the reblog chain and running with it, it's amazing to see what you've done with it already in so little time, uniting members across the community as it spreads.

@hiighjinxx, you may be just a fan on the outside, but your kind asks being sent to various creators and fans alike HAVE been noticed, and are deeply appreciated. Thank you for being a member of this community that everyone can be proud of and proud to know.

@winndycakes, we may not know you very well, and admittedly... we hadn't heard of you before this whole situation. What happened to you, and what happened as a result of it especially, is awful, but we hold no fault in you for others actions. We hope that the outpouring of support has found its way to your corner of the net, too, and that while it may not fix things, it will hopefully at least make them bearable, and allow you to smile in an otherwise dark and grief-filled time in your life.

@unknownhermit, I'm so sorry that all this has lead you to the decision to leave Tumblr. While we admit we'd love for you to stay, we know that's not our choice to make and that it would be ultimately wrong of us to beg you to choose otherwise. We hope that all the positivity that's been circulating at least gives you some hope that there's still, well, hope - for the community in general, for fans to behave better and more maturely, and for creators to manage their fanbases better and keep creating good in the world. I hope you stay safe out there, and that your time away is restful and stress-free.

And Saint... I don't have your @, but on the off-chance you see this, I am deeply sorry that hate came your way as well. It wasn't acceptable on either side, and I hope the positivity train makes a stop at your station, too. Nobody should ever be harassed, and ESPECIALLY not to the point of doxxing.

If anyone would like to reach out to me (privately!) with any blog names that you may have who engaged in this behavior, I will gladly and readily block them from this blog, as I do not want them in my community either. I've thankfully only received two asks that were questionable, one of which could have been poor phrasing, so I've no blocks to my name currently. But, for the sake of a better and safer community, I would deeply appreciate any help you may have in taking that step.

#mun talks #important #positivity

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dc-polls · 5 months

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"That Really Happened?!" DC Comics Tournament Entry #14

Domestic Abuse Ghost Possession

[ID: Two page comic spread of a giant Sinestro head smiling with tongue wrapped around Green Lantern John Stewart's leg. Figures below pose in anguish and dark buildings appear in the background. John yells, "You're dead, Sinestro!" To which Sinestro replies, "Not any more!" /END ID]

What Happened?

Jesus. Okay. SO green lantern: mosaic is already a really weird comic. The creator (who we don't talk abt and also was in prison until a couple of years ago) literally said (paraphrase) "Mosaic is the book I write when I get confused writing my other books". Like bro. Anyways it follows John Stewart (Green Lantern) as he tries to establish a peaceful society between a bunch of species (humans included) taken from their homeworlds and forced to coexist on this plant. Standard comic plot. NORMAL, even. Or so you'd think.

It's revealed that John is being possessed a times (blacking out) by the ghost of Old Timer, an evil Guardian (so like a smurf looking alien) who brought all the people to the mosaic in the first place. Plot-wise this still makes sense, GL: Mosaic is a spin off and this whole plot was kind of established in the main comic. It makes sense.

AND THEN YOU GET ISSUE NO. 3. John is inexplicably in a relationship with this woman Rose. This happens completely off panel and without explanation (although they did have some chemistry in the main GL title, it was a very complicated dynamic and there was even a joke about them NOT being in a relationship) [the joke was that rose's town was super scandalized bc they thought she was dating John (because aaaaghhhhh interracial relationship or whatever [this is like 1992] and shes from rural West Virgina and was all like no guys its not LIKE that (but like it actually wasnt)) so idk that was a thing that happened

But ANYWAYS in Mosaic #3 John and Rose are dating for some reason???? And then he picks her up and flies up and then drops her and laughs as she screams and falls. He also kicks her around and like beats her up in front of her son while she pleads with him to stop. So VERY much domestic abuse 👍love some absolutely insane fucking mischaracterization what the actual hell. Also he keeps using weird nicknames like calling her Rosie and himself Johhny or Daddy while possessed(?) SO I don't fucking know what that was the fuck

Anyways it's then revealed that this behavior was because of the GHOST! who could have thunk? However instead of the ghost CANONICALLY inside his head that was literally possessing him THE ISSUE BEFORE, turns out it was SINESTRO'S GHOST! how the fuck did he get in johns head you may ask? I could not tell you! He's just there! At this point I'm wondering what the actual fuck is going on and also how many ghosts are possessing John Stewart. Like HONESTLY. I've either entirely lost the plot by now or am just in shock over what is happening. Likely both.

Anyways John goes in his brain to fight the Sinestro ghost (who like ties him up with his tongue and calls him boy (and Sinestro daddy this time) and all sorts of insanely weird awful stuff) And then his girlfriend (who he ISNT DATING) forgives him because "it was the ghost". Absolutely incomprehensible arc. This happened in ONE ISSUE of this comic. The first ghost is not mentioned at all during this story

Also the worst thing abt this whole ordeal is that this is a spin off of an arc in the main GL title which was actually REALLY FUCKING GOOD. like it was great, I loved it. And yet somehow the author (may he die gruesomely) managed to forget what HE HIMSELF WROTE and all knowledge of characterization and turn his hero into a horribly mischaracterized domestic abuser in a plot thay makes no sense.also there was def some racist wack ass shit going on with this fr. The whole comic is honestly an ego trip for the writer it makes no fucking sense and every letter page is just two pages of him talking directly to the readers and telling them how smart he is. This is issue 3 and is as far as i got. Listen to me and do not read this comic

Tournament polls will be posted after all entries are up. As always you can find all posts related to the tournament using #dc-polls-trh

#dc-polls-trh #dc comics #green lantern #john stewart #sinestro

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cryptidsofwakemoor · 4 months

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Chapter 8 - CHANGE

Matchstick goes to confront the Silver Fang, and...

everything changes.

~*~

Mystic

It’s a good thing the inclement weather had made drone appearances less likely, or his frustrated tromping through the snow might have gotten him caught right then and there. The sudden stress had caused his footsteps to dissolve the snow around his ankles even faster, leaving a trail of melted prints in their wake.

He reaches the second burrow, and yep, the beast is still in there. Curled up like a big pinecone, it lifts its head at the sound of his approach, blinking blearily in the sharp winter light. They look dozy and quizzical at his return.

Spooky

He doesn't slow in his approach until he's standing right at the entrance. He wasn't sure it would be good to go further in, and they could see each other well enough from here.

Looking upset, he holds the tattered shirt up so the silver beast can see it. In fact he seems so distraught that he tries to force words out of his mouth for the second time in months.

"Kh... D did... You...?" It sounded awful, especially since he was trying to raise his voice. It came out as more of a growl than a rasp, but still barely any actual voice, and it was audibly strained.

Mystic

The beast, seeing the shirt, goes still. It looks at the shirt, then at him. Their expression was the closest approximation to ‘biting their lip’ that a muzzle could make.

At his stuttered question- or, half-question- the silver beast slowly looks away, staring at the wall as though trying to do some sort of mental calculation. It side-eyes him. The claws on its front limbs fidget, creating a low clacking sound. Despite the behavior of someone caught misbehaving, there’s still confusion through the nervousness.

Then, very slowly, it lifts the joints of its shoulders up and down, frowning.

What was that supposed to mean? It wasn’t sure? How could you not be sure if you killed someone?? Or- it didn’t know what he meant, because he didn’t specify what they did?

Spooky

He looked at the silver beast and stood there with steam puffing out his mouth for a few more seconds. His voice did not want to keep going, but he swallowed and tried to continue.

"Eh... Eat?" He managed, sounding somewhere between a vaguely human voice and two rocks scraping together. His expression was more like a grimace now from the attempt to force words out, one of his eyes squinched almost shut and the corner of his mouth drawn back to the point where there was actually a rare glimpse of fang.

Mystic

…

The creature stares at him. Gears click into place. Realization dawns.

As if a silent bubble had popped in the atmosphere, their cheeks puff out with barely contained air, which burst out into rhythmic, high-pitched wheezing sounds.

W-

Were they laughing at him?

The silver thing leans forward over its own tail, struggling to breathe as the edges of their mouth curve up in a full-toothed smile of glee and utter relief. They lift a paw to wipe tears from the edge of their golden eye. Gasping breaths, still trying not to laugh, they look up at him and shake their pointed head back and forth.

No? They didn’t?

Spooky

He dropped his hands to his sides at that reaction, tilting his head in bafflement. If the silver beast didn't eat that person then what happened? Why wasn't the fish person there, but their truck was still there?

Still, being laughed at when he was upset didn't make him feel any better, and he frowned in response.

"Ffii-" he started, trying to ask if they got into a fight or something, but his voice gave out and devolved into smokey coughs.

Mystic

The scratchy cough, followed by smoke, allows the beast to finally get its breath back. They inhale and exhale deeply, calming down from their mirth. Dirt shuffles underneath them as they uncoil from the cinnamon bun position. The beast starts climbing its way out of the hole, returning to the entrance where he was standing.

Brow ridges furrowed, they inspect him. They appear to be concerned by the puff of smoke.

Kneeling down, they lift their paws and scoop some snow off the ground. Rolling a small ball out of the powder, they nudge it toward him with their snout.

Spooky

He managed to stop coughing enough to pick up the snowball, taking a bite. It hissed loudly in his mouth as it rapidly melted, and he popped the rest of the snow in after it. The drink seemed to help a little bit, he'd been feeling especially dried out for some reason since it got colder out.

Still- there it was, the silver beast being nice again. His glowing eyes glanced from the beast's face to the shirt, then back, his own brow furrowed in a rather conflicted expression. As silly as the conclusion he'd jumped to was, he was still worried...

Mystic

The beast exhales a huff, nodding once. They appear satisfied that he drank something, though they don't quite understand the steam, watching it drift upwards curiously.

Their attention returns to him, golden eyes inspecting him. Reading him.

They turn their head left and right, as though looking for something. Checking to make sure it was clear. Of what, he didn't know. People? Maybe.

The beast hauls its weight back up into standing position, turning around to sweep its tail over the ground. The whoosh of snow clears out all their footprints- save for the ones he melted- and makes a blank canvas of white. Shaking the tail off, they spin to sit back down, and start scratching in the snow with a claw or two. They struggle for a moment. Their digits aren't as dexterous as they'd prefer, and he can see them attempting to flex their padded claws in ways they simply didn't want to.

A series of lines are scratched into the ground, forming a coherent message.

KEEP SECRET?

Spooky

He craned his neck, trying to see what the silver beast was doing with their claws. Digging? Wait, no- drawing something? Then when they stopped, his eyes widened when he saw them. Words!

He was still a little rusty with them, though he had improved somewhat since leaving the lab- going near the town at least allowed him more things that he could read, usually colorful words on buildings or up on sticks near the paths that the trucks took. Sometimes there were words on the trucks too, though usually it was a jumble that he had no chance of comprehending... While he didn't make a noise, he quietly mouthed out the sounds the letters made as he pieced the words together. 'KEEP... SE- ... SEE-CRET'.

That little mark at the end, too, told him it was a question. The beast wanted to know if he would keep a secret?

He looked back up at them and nodded. It wasn't like he even really had anyone else to tell it to, even if he wanted to.

Mystic

The beast puffs a breath out its snout, and leans forward to wipe the snow clean again with a paw. It starts scratching a second time.

They pull back and gesture to themselves with the other paw.

More scratching. This time, a shape. It looked like a stick person of some kind, albeit a rough rendition due to the difficulty the beast was having.

A second shape, next to it. This one was spiky, and hunched over with a tail.

They drew an arrow between the two, going from the stick person to the spiky thing.

The beast then taps at the word again with the same paw.

Spooky

It was... confusing. Not necessarily the message the beast was trying to get across- the visual aid definitely helped him figure out what they were saying well enough, but he wasn't entirely sure he'd... understood it right?

Looking even more confused than before, he held up the shirt like he was trying to figure out how the silver beast would be able to fit into it.

How could they be the same person?? He knew Aria had been able to turn people into monsters, at least from the limited amount of things he saw about other experiments... And, well... he wasn't entirely sure if he was always like this, himself...

But to be able to change back? ...And forth? Regularly?

Mystic

The beast gazes upon the shirt with a forlorn rumble, their frilled ears pinning back to their skull. They rotate their body slightly, so the kid can get a better view of their spine-covered back. The plates move slightly to stand on end, rather than rest flat against their back. Wrapped around one of the plates, now that he can see it up close, is a tattered fragment of the same blue fabric. It was torn and stretched, barely hanging on.

The beast stretches up to scratch at it, grunting in mild annoyance when they can’t reach. They give up, and go back to scratching a new message.

CANT CONTROL SLEEP GO BACK

…

USUALLY

Spooky

Oh, shit...

He kneels down to try and write something too, but his body heat and the slow carefulness of his scrawl just kind of melts the snow before he can really form words in it. He huffs out a breath and starts trying to look around him for a stick or something he could use instead, though in the meantime, he looks back up at her and manages a very raspy "Why?"

Mystic

At that, the beast sits back, pondering. This was a lot more complicated to explain than scratched half-sentences would convey. They reach forward and sweep it clean again, before continuing this communication through art.

MISTAKE

They draw another stick person, and next to it, some sort of spiny creature much like the one they used to depict themselves. And yet, there was something different about that shape.

They draw the odd spiny one lunging, with cartoonishly large triangles for teeth, latching onto the person's arm.

BITTEN

The stick person, lying on the ground.

Spikes jutting from the back of the stick person.

CHANGE

Spooky

He ponders this quietly, not really having any prior knowledge of lycanthropy to go on... The concept of changing due to a bite was a new one to him. So were there more silver beasts out there somewhere that were biting people?

Still... He couldn't imagine how painful it would be to have metal plates erupt from your skin. It sucked enough to have metal things poked into it, but those were a LOT of spikes. He winced at the thought.

Finally locating a stick, he carefully scrawled out

HOW OFTIN?

Mystic

The beast taps at their muzzle with one claw, thinking.

RANDOM

Oh. Well that explained why the beast hadn't shown up for a while- she simply hadn't changed in that time.

IF STRESSED CHANGE

They drew what could best be approximated as a scared face, followed by pointing at the previous drawing of presumably them changing shape.

HAPPENS WHENEVER DAY WEEK MONTHS CANT STOP IT

The beast shrugs again.

Spooky

Oh...

While on one hand it seemed like it would be nice to be able to change into a person and go into town and do people things, the fact that it happened at random was a scary one. What if they changed back in the town? It would be harder for something that big to hide, too...

He started to write S... O... R...

...Did it have one r or two? Shit. Wait... Uh... Two! It had two, right?

SORRE

....huh. Still didn't seem right...

Mystic

Another quiet snort of amusement to his right. The beast is smiling again, with their muzzled face that's clearly not built to smile, and is doing its best.

They bump his nearest shoulder with the top of their head, nudging him.

Guess that was their acknowledgment- or rejection- of his apology. He didn't have a hand in their situation, and they both knew it.

...the beast watches him for a moment, before wiping the snow smooth again and writing once more.

YOU COLD HUNGRY ALONE?

Spooky

He flushed, a strange orange hue glowing on his cheeks. He wasn't expecting them to get right to the meat of his situation, but it did remind him that if this was the fish lady, they had been the one leaving food out for him for, uh... well, a LOT of days. More than he could count. AND gave him these soft things to help him stay warm.

He pulled the cloth rectangle up a little more and huddled in it, not really sure how much he could, or even should, say.

But, they had proven pretty trustworthy. At least, the most out of anyone else he'd run into.

He shrugged a little, and wrote out

RUNING HIDING

then, after a small pause

THANKS FOR HELP

Mystic

It's not a lot of information, but it's enough for the beast. They nod in response, looking down at his message.

THANKS FOR NOT SCREAM OR GET COPS

They stretch their back, causing the metallic plates to realign with a clatter. Shaking snow off their head, the beast writes one last message.

SLEEP NOW TRY CHANGE TOO COLD

With a creaky heave of their metal-plated body, the beast shakes themselves off again. More white powder snow showers off of their body. Flakes had begun to flit down from the sky, which meant the snow was going to get even thicker. She squints up at the thick clouds, puffs a sigh from her nose, and turns in defeat to slink into the burrow. It wasn't much better than being out in the open, but it was at least an overhang.

Shudders run through her body as she coils up at the back of the den for the second time that day, attempting to get warm and comfortable in a hole in the ground on a winter day.

Spooky

'Cops'? What were those?

He didn't get a chance to ask though, because it seemed like the cold was getting to them. He stood and watched as the silver beast turned around and sleepily trundled back into their den.

Tossing the stick aside, he started to head back to his own den... but hesitated, glancing back at the beast.

They seemed pretty cold still, like a big shivering pinecone. He hesitated, not sure if he was welcome to do so, but he knew he was pretty warm... so he climbed down into the den with them. He took his cloth rectangle, and while he wasn't able to really drape it over their back, he did his best to try and cover what he could of the claws and snoot with the warm cloth.

Mystic

The beast had quietly ignored the sound of him sliding down into the burrow after them, but the moment they draped the blanket up and over their head, their ears perked up. It looked like a pair of antenna comically poking up from underneath, and the blanket rippled as the creature shifted about underneath in confusion. They managed to slide one paw out from underneath the fabric, and pat it around the den floor.

Once it makes contact with his side, the clawed digits proceed to wrap around his torso, engulfing him in the grip. The beast pulls him closer in a tug that was far stronger than it looked, and yet was careful and didn't cause any pain. He is tugged right up to the side of the beast's front, where he had placed the blanket, which is then nosed off of their face to fall back over him.

He can feel as the long plated tail shifts around the body of the beast, this time cupping around the both of them. The thick physical barrier prevents cold wind from reaching them.

The beast is giving him a gentle look, rumbling quietly. Without the writing on the ground, it's no longer possible to directly translate, but it could be interpreted as some form of thanks, and perhaps a reassurance. They'd be safe from the dangers of the outside for today- at the very least, for now.

Spooky

While he was startled at being pulled in closer, it soon became clear why, once he was situated next to them and the tail curled in. He had to wriggle a little to where he was seated more comfortably- and to get the blanket off of his face after they flopped it back onto him- but he soon settled, finding this arrangement surprisingly comfy. The beast did have a lot of fur under those plates, which was soft enough that it felt like more blanket.

And while he wasn't feeling particularly sleepy, he didn't mind just staying here like this. Heck, he was warmer than the blanket was, and this felt nicer than laying on the ground by himself.

It was strange, but for once, as he felt the slow, gentle rise and fall of the breathing wall of fur he was resting up against... it was nice not to feel well and truly alone anymore.

Mystic

Satisfied, the beast closes its eyes again, and nestles back down to rest.

Wind passes by the opening of the burrow, creating a low whistle combined with the rustle of the last autumn leaves. Cozy atmosphere inside prevented the weather's chill from reaching too far into the den. It also helped that the lost teen was pretty much a living space heater.

...

After some time of slow breathing, he can feel the beast next to him start to shift.

The tail, which had served as a large blockade around the both of them, began to slide across the dirt like a snake. It was ever so gradually getting smaller. The pinecone pelt of silver plates also starts to retract, each individual hunk of metal falling down into a neat orderly pattern of scales that bloom with teal color as they shrank. The claws and thick digging paws lose their weight.

Just like she claimed, she was changing back in her sleep.

Spooky

He sat up, not wanting to fall back on her as she reverted back to fish-person form. It was kind of fascinating to watch, though realizing she might be cold and didn't seem to have any clothes left save for the scraps that had been caught in her plates, he took the blanket and draped it over her shrinking form once she was small enough for it to cover.

Not wanting to wake her, though, in case it would make her change back again or something, he moved to sit back against the dirt wall instead, blinking out towards the bright light filtering in from the entrance now that the tail was no longer blocking it out.

Mystic

The blanket proved to be necessary, as the shivering started back up once the coat of fur diminished. All the fluff was replaced by more, tinier scales of varying teal shades, that did absolutely nothing to block out the winter cold.

Perhaps the most drastic change was the profile of the head, which remained visible outside of the blanket. Pointed snout and animal muzzle draw back into a humanoid jaw line and facial features, with several of the silver plates on the head turning back into plant-mimicry 'hair'. The ears, though, remain mostly the same, shrinking just a little to lose some of the pointiness.

By the time the changes stopped, she was-

-well damn she was smaller than him, actually. Now that he wasn't running in terror or getting ambushed from a pond, she was tiny in profile. The blanket covered most of her, but curled up underneath it, she took up less real estate than he remembered doing. He couldn't tell her actual height on the ground like this, but still. Small.

...what now?

Spooky

A part of him wondered if he should stick around, but... It kinda didn't feel right to just leave. He hadn't expected her to be this small and... He knew nothing about whatever her species was, but he knew humans didn't handle cold as well as he did, so if she's anything like that and he left, he would have to leave his blanket behind.

She'd probably handled going back on her own just fine before, but... Fuck. Maybe he should just stay and make sure she at least makes it home safe. He decided to wait until she woke up, so he sat there... and got up and walked around a few times. And tucked the blanket around her a little better so she'd be more comfy and bundled up, trying his best to be gentle. And paced around a bit more. And peeked out of the entrance briefly to make sure the coast was clear. He looked at the sky, to make sure that was clear too. Then finally, returned to the back wall of the burrow when the cold bothered him too much.

Mystic

…he ends up waiting a while longer before a response is finally forthcoming.

The fish lady grunts, sitting up. She rubs at her face, letting out a shaky sigh. Her bones crack as she stretches, settling back into their proper places. They had to change to accommodate the different body build, and it felt awful and satisfying at the same time to fix them.

She turns her head to look around, and spots the kid fidgeting next to her on the ground.

”Oh- you stayed,” she mumbles. ”Kinda figured you’d leave, I guess. That’s sweet of you.”

Sliding her legs into a sitting position, she glances down at the blanket.

”…Might need to wash this, it’s got dirt all over. Your pillow, too, if you have it.”

With a huff, she gets up, wrapping the blanket like a shawl around herself as she stands next to him, expectant.

“Come on, let’s go get warm. You’re hungry, right? And I’m done being cold in a hole in the ground. I bet you are, too.”

Spooky

He blinked. Wash? Wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he was, with utmost certainty, hungry.

He did have his pillow with him too, though currently it was behind him, flopped against the dirt wall while he had been moving around and trying to keep watch. Getting to his feet, he went over to pick it up, hugging it against his chest and resting his chin on it as he looked down at her. Yeah, by the looks of it that pillow had definitely seen better days.

He gave her a small nod, ready to follow her back.

Mystic

Nodding, she turns on her heel and starts walking up the slope of the burrow. Her feet sink into the earth, leaving webbed footprints like a duck. They exit back out into the snow, their breath visible in the cold air. It’s not as obvious or impressive as the steam that puffs out of his mouth, but that just goes to show it was far too cold for either of them to stay outside.

“Changing in the winter is the worst,” she grumbles, thinking out loud to fill the silence. “Especially outside. I can’t fit through my own front door without damaging it, so I have to stall for time in a den until it goes away. Sucks. But at least I’m not wild and rabid- I was worried I’d lose myself eventually. Haven’t had anything like that yet, so I’m hopeful. I probably would have been caught a long time ago, if I did.”

They reach the edge of the road, and she crosses without hesitation, reaching the snow-covered lawn and examining the moved box and empty plate. She gives a woeful smirk.

“Guess I wasn’t as good at hiding it as I thought,” she shrugs. “I was in a hurry, I thought I heard a mail truck or something coming down the road.”

Kneeling down, the fish lady starts picking up the tatters of cloth that had been left behind, tucking them into her arms. Standing back up, she begins climbing the porch, fumbling around under a plant pot for something.

“Come on- I’ll turn the heater on, so it won’t be freezing.”

Spooky

He listened to her talk as they headed back. It sounded pretty scary to change, and he wasn't sure what 'rabid' was, but he nodded. He could definitely understand the fear of getting caught.

He was more hesitant to cross the road than she was, but after a brief pause he hurried after her to catch up. Once they were in the yard, he went over to the steps where the empty disc was and sat there as the fish lady gathered the remaining cloth scraps off the ground, glancing at her in confusion as he overheard her talking.

Male truck?

Before he could attempt to further ponder the genders of vehicles, however, she moved past him on the porch and retrieved... Something from under the plant pot, that she used to open the door.

He had been prepared to sit out there and wait for food, but when it became clear she was inviting him in, he looked back at her with wide eyes.

While before he probably would've been more reluctant, the cold was definitely getting to him by this point... He stood shivering on the path by the stairs, clutching his pillow close to himself and looking at the house with its darkened windows as he took a few moments to consider. He didn’t have a good track record with being inside buildings, after all… But finally, he made his way up the steps to the door, peeking inside before giving her another glance, as if to ask if she was really sure she wanted him to come in.

She didn't seem to have any objections, though, so… Cautiously, he stepped over the threshold and went inside.

~*~

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intheholler · 5 months

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Been reading your posts about the accent and all, and I wanted to share two horror stories I wrote in my accent. :)

Knock Three Times

Ol' Knocky

Also it's interesting reading your posts about it - I've always been proud of my accent and my home and not exactly able to empathize with people who internalize the prejudice and turn against their home. So your posts are helping me see that side of things more.

Maybe it's because I grew up in Mount Airy, and of course we pride ourselves on Andy Griffith and Mayberry and all that. So maybe I got lucky and didn't grow up around the shame as much.

As for people assuming we're "dumb" - in 7th grade I scored high enough on the verbal part of the SAT to go to Duke's TIP program. There was a girl there from Tobaccoville with the thickest accent I've heard yet. I hope she kept it and I hope she's proud of it.

Anyway I love your blog and I hope you keep fighting the good fight. :)

hi, thanks! also thanks for being here contributing a counterpoint perspective.

i'll explain it how i see it personally: it isn't like the accent is just a collection of sounds or something equally as simple. it is one of the accents and dialects that carries on its back something much heavier. this has to do with code-switching, which occurs in all sorts of sociolinguistic cases.

it also isn't necessarily us 'turning away from home' (i'd like to address that further in a minute).

so to the sociolinguistic point:

in my case--and in a lot of cases given by those who have shared their stories with this community here--we are queer, non- or ex-religious people with leftist ideals. the opposite of what people are adamant about associating this region with.

the accent has become like a hallmark of that kind of behavior we don't align ourselves with but are still stereotyped and harmed by.

it seems to be a common experience that we want to hide the accent so we aren't automatically pegged as being the exact opposite of who we truly are.

because so many people, consciously or subconciously, revert to their misconceptions when they hear it, before we even have a chance to show them we're of like mind. i say this as someone who moved away from appalachia for several years. it's a thing. i promise.

so if you're trying to see it from our perspective, i think that's an important thing to understand. lord knows there ain't shit wrong with the accent itself. to me, it's home-y and warm, soft and familiar and hospitable.

it's what the accent unfortunately implies before we can get a word in edgewise. it isn't fair that we are made to feel this way, and i am hoping by reclaiming my own accent as i have been, i will be changing minds for the better.

but socially--its HARD. its EXHAUSTING. and code-switching has historically just been so much easier.

also--and i say this gently--i struggle with your idea of "turning away from home," because it reminds me of something regressionists in the south/appalachian south say about young people leaving the region, calling them traitors. this us-them mentality simply needs to be dissolved.

i am not turning away from my home when i protect myself from hatred and vitriol based solely on how i drawl my "i" sounds. my home has turned away from me.

it was always mine, always ours. my ancestors--our ancestors--were generous, loving, community-driven, hospitable folks. these hateful fucks have stolen what it once was and projected an awful image out into the world instead. that's not on me. all i can do is try to set it right again.

thanks again for your thoughts! <3

#asks #north carolina #appalachian dialect

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godkilller · 5 days

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out of character. Frembly remembly that while I may write Gin and Rangiku being soft / cute, that doesn't change the fact that Gin commits a few problematique relationship crimes aside from his canon betrayal... including, but not limited to:

Stalking -- it's not always outright following her around, but keeping constant tabs on Rangiku via locking onto her reiatsu at any given moment is still lowkey stalking behavior in my book.

Possessiveness -- this is mostly my own interpretation and it's pretty subdued at most times, but there have been a few points in my roleplay where I have it flare up nice and ugly; this is the Ichimaru Gin who says he devours his favorites whole, this passion of his can easily become possessive and obsessive lust and fully envelop Rangiku in a strangling grasp.

Honorably mentioning Obsession in its own bullet point because of how potent that can be when blanketed across his entire vow to retrieve her soul piece being based entirely on him deciding, as a child, that this was the hill to die on, to murder for. For a girl he just met, that's a lot.

Murder! Gin killed those Shinigami that assaulted Rangiku as a child, they're shown to be the ones Gin plucks a Shinigami robe from in the blizzard when he tells Rangiku he's going to 'fix things' for her. The following murders Gin dishes out for the Third Seat and many unnamed others aren't directly linked to Rangiku/for the sake of Rangiku alone, so I won't count them specifically here, but those three/four guys? Hell yeah. We can argue they had it comin' and I'll agree, but it's still Problematique that he killed them 'for' her.

Emotional Withholding -- again, not quite in the outright and proper way that is prevalent in toxic and abusive relationships (often used to convey anger/punishment via that withholding), but he's withdrawn from her during the Rescue Rukia arc in a way that is specifically distressing and confusing for Rangiku, who knows Gin isn't behaving like himself, and he's refusing to communicate anything to her during that time. A blanket apology before abandoning her on Sokyoku Hill doesn't cover it.

Abandonment. Because of the lasting effect it had on Rangiku, this is considerably awful and something that could have at the very least been eased via him explaining himself to some vague degree rather than not at all, leaving her to wonder where he was going, what he was up to, and why he didn't tell her shit. The argument could be made that he didn't want to unnecessarily lie to her, but he's already lying to her in other ways.

Deflection via Twisting, turning Rangiku's questions onto her instead of allowing her to properly drill into him when she finally confronts him on the rooftop, which then subsequently leads to guilt-tripping topped with a cherry of "you're in the way," that's overall an awful thing to say/do AND THEN POINTING SHINSO AT HER AND --

Threatening Bodily Harm. This one's getting put on here because at the end of the day, regardless of Gin's intent to skewer Momo and not Rangiku, Rangiku still put herself between them and it still happened where he almost hurt her instead. The second time being on the rooftop, where he pretends to kill her via a well-aimed Shinso with a simultaneous Hakufuku, but the act is so well guised that Rangiku, in that moment, thought Gin was going to kill her.

But joke's on you, Ginran makes me froth at the mouth and howl at the moon before barreling at you on all fours, so... if you can't get past these fictional flaws? Skill issue tbh.

#[ out of character ] masquerade; hide your face #anywaaaaaaaaays...#[ dynamic: gin and rangiku ] grow from the sorrow in me; the winter in us

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Btw I do feel extremely bad for eventually!Darius. I love Darius! He's a very cool character with interesting motivations and flaws! And they're all coming to a head in this one, lol.

Darius is replaying the last time he ever saw Jasper on loop, and he's reevaluating every interaction he has ever had with Hunter, and he has realized he's fucked up. Darius has realized he's been consistantly fucking up for 16 years.

Maybe he tries to defend himself to himself. Brains tend to do that. I was grieving! Okay yeah valid but no excuse for bullying a child, actually. How was I supposed to know he was Jasper's kid? Oh come on you can't say you didn't KIND OF suspect with those eyes and that face and the hair, also it shouldn't matter WHOSE kid he was you still hurt a kid. I was subconsciously upset Jasper apparently had a kid and didn't tell me. Right but this all keeps coming back to you bullying a kid. It's not like he explicitly told me to look out for the next Golden Guard! It costs 0 snails to not be mean to the child soldier.

Darius is just…facedown on his bed, groaning. He hasn't kept up with his hair or skincare routine in two days. Eberwolf is getting worried; they've dragged MULTIPLE animal carcasses into Darius's bedroom and he hasn't complained ONCE.

Raine: We're not getting Eda involved, I refuse to put her in danger.

Darius: Sure! Of course! Perfectly understandable! I'm so glad you have the opportunity to look out for your loved one! Of course if it turns out you wildly misunderstand what she wants she may never forgive you, but hey, whatever you think is best! AHAHAHAHA.

Raine: Darius are you okay.

At some point when he's on speaking terms with Alador again, it comes up.

Darius: I've horrifically betrayed the man I love. He trusted me, and I let him down, badly. Now he hates me and he's never going to forgive me and I have to see him scowl at me from across the room and call me all sorts of horrible things and the sad truth is I deserve every single one of them.

Alador, nodding: I can tell you from experience that it's an awful thing to go through, but it is possible to eventually move on.

Darius: Are you MOCKING me??

Alador: No? I'm being genuinely sympathetic and supportive.

Idk if this is a universe where Jasper and Darius would be able to work things out between themselves - the hurt runs deep, Jasper honestly thought he could at least count on the one man who befriended HIM to look out for a kid who looked like him and was stuck in the same position, and instead Darius failed at just not being MEAN to said kid. Jasper didn't even realize the bar was so low. And Darius doesn't really have much time to fix his behavior and turn things around, and Hunter's real dad is here so there's no need for Darius to become an adopted father figure, and…yeah.

Jasper's relationship with Darius is so hostile, and once Darius realizes what's up he's just miserable and resigned and apologetic even though he knows it'll fix nothing, like a dog rolling over to show its belly. It's sad and hard to watch.

But if their relationship ever DOES progress to something less than hostile, it's entirely because Hunter's willing to forgive Darius, and Jasper can't deny Hunter anything. They can maybe work their way towards cordial neutral. Romance…romance may not work out here.

…Of course, Hunter has to tackle Luz when she catches wind of the situation. She starts rambling about the Parent Trap and Friends to Enemies to Lovers and orchestrating an Only One Bed situation and he is like NOPE, BAD IDEA, THAT IS HOW PEOPLE (mostly Darius lbr) DIE.

YEAH NO IT SUCKS TO BE DARIUS IN ALL TIMELINES HDDGJIKKIFDRH

I don't think it's.... TOTALLY unsalvageable if he plays his cards right. Like on the beach he realizes that's jasper and he's ALIVE. And jasper hisses at him like. If you ever threaten my son again I will rip you limb from limb. And he poofs and I'm sure Darius is left like SON??????? SON??????

And like back at the castle he has an existential crisis in the middle of the night before like. Oh my god. I've been bullying his son. What the fuck. Son??? He had a son???? Wh. When did he do that. And suddenly he has that same interest in hunter canon Darius has but... perhaps with a little more guilt and desperation. My dude is ALREADY planning to kidnap hunter and get out of there because holy shit??? Jasper???? Alive??????? Out of my way gayboy I have amends to make

Like... Jasper loses him after hollow mind. Hunter bolted and jasper couldn't catch him. So Hunter spends nine days homeless while jasper is having a fucking panic attack. Hunter is in so much fucking immediate danger rn. There is no more fucking around in the shadows it is GO time. Maybe he hates Darius, but Darius is strong, he knows the emperor's coven and hunter, and most importantly he fucking owes him.

Jasper has MAGIC now. He has Hunter's staff! He shows up at Darius' door like GET UP SCRUBLORD YOURE GOING TO HELP ME FIND MY FUCKING SON RIGHT NOW

Ohhhh my god the drama. The two of them working together. Darius is overwhelmed with guilt and confusion. Jasper is angry and hates him. Darius keeps asking questions like "how are you alive" "why didn't you tell me you were alive" "how do you have a son" "do you like legit hate me" and jasper is just fucking ignoring him. But then!! Labyrinth runners! Darius hears over, the like-- like the fucking coven group chat or whatever, that Adrian graye has found the fucking golden guard and jasper's like AHHHHHHHHH and so they both rush over but... it all happened so fast! They're too late! But now they get the full details of the draining spell because hunter told the kids and oh my god.... oh my goodddd. Jasper is like. I have to get hunter as far away from here as humanly possible. And Darius is like you literally don't even know if that would work. And also what about everyone else??? But obviously a worked up jasper is like fuck everybody else!! Gasp. Shock. You're mad at me for bullying you're kid when you're willing to let every kids parents die?? And he's like. Gasp. How dare you

But Hunter is already gone... and jasper is ready to go look for him, but... oh no! Did you think you could beat up a coven head and not face retribution?! There is like a whole outfit of coven soldiers on the way. Like the ones with Adrian were not like combat guys. They were just here to hassle some school kids. Now the school kids have committed fucking treason. And if Darius fights then his cover will be blown! And maybe even Belos will realize he needs to look for moles higher up! If nothing jasper does works then that is the only backup plan to stop the spell and save Hunter along with everyone else!

There's only one choice. Jasper has to stay and fight off a whole army so the kids have time to escape, and Darius has to go and find hunter. And jasper is like you fucker. You go and remember how much you fucking owe me. You remember that. And then wham! Bam! Sick moves!

And we know that hunter really wants Darius's approval... he likes him a lot. At this point we kind of lose track of them for a second because Luz and king go do the Titan trapper stuff, and then they go to the knee to hide out, then they get captured and Darius and co saves them and then the next we see hunter he shows up to say Darius told him to protect Luz so... I guess he's been staying with him? It's a little unclear. But ALSO.... where were Gus and Willow and hunter hiding??? How did they run into Darius and the CATTs?

Maybe they ALSO needed a rescue mission... maybe while fleeing from the school they got captured by a unit too, and Darius swung in and rescued them and brought them to the safehouse BUT also he got a really serious injury like stabbed or something, he's not like dying yet but OWWWWW... and no one in their crew knows healing magic!!!! He gets patched up but.... and you know. He's fretting over hunter. He's been homeless for nine days. He's hungry. He's malnourished. He's upset. Time for Darius to go dad mode for the first time but ALSO hes injured and he gets to finally have a big "I am so sorry Hunter that I let myself drown in my grief and turn into a person I never wanted to be and I'm sorry you were on the receiving end of that, and you might never forgive me but I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you safe now" and it's all very FEELINGS!!!!!!

But where is jasperrrrr???? Poor motherfucker has lost his kid AGAIN... and the thing is that from the time eda and Luz get rescued, it's only 24 hours until the draining spell!! Jasper does not fucking have a lot of time! He searches and searches but THEN.... THE SPELL... AND HUNTER IS UP THERE.... oh maybe he rescues Alador after the kids leave and he tells him they went up to the coven heads and he gets there and Darius says they went to go save Luz... and that's when he finally pops in just in time to protect the kids from a big dramatic Belos attack. And then of course he loses an arm and nearly dies and spends a week in a fever coma lol

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