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kedreeva · 10 months
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connorjesup · 1 year
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It was in the blink of an eye. It was so sudden, it was inevitable. I couldn’t do anything.
EIEN NO KINO (2022) | EP 01
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super-sootica · 10 months
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wri0thesley · 1 year
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Okay so, imagine being Diluc's doll darling.
You spend every day inside, wistfully staring out the window. You're dressed in fine silk and lace, things you could never hope to afford on your own, in styles you'd never choose for yourself. When Diluc isn't around, Adelinde is there to keep an eye on you. Her company was welcome, at first. Anyone was better than Diluc, right?
She treats you like a sacrificial lamb. Well cared for, but raised for slaughter. At times, you felt that you hate her just as much as your captor. At times, you felt you hate her more.
Diluc was out for the day, he wouldn't be back until midnight, Adelinde told you. You were forced to wait for him. You didn't have anything else to do, didn't have anyone but him.
If only you had a Vision...then maybe you could finally take back your life.
If only—
There's something in your hand. Could it be...? You look down in wonder as a Hydro Vision pulses in your palm.
With this...
Blood stained your blouse, washed away only partially by the water that surrounded you. Adelinde's lifeless body lies pathetically by your feet. You kick her, once, twice, for good measure. When she doesn't stir, you know it's time to leave.
It's only natural that the head maid has a master key. With this, you can go to Liyue. With this, you can be free.
Tartaglia notices you the second you step into the city. How could he not? You're just so cute, completely oblivious to the dried blood in your hair, on your shirt, under your fingernails. The way your hands twitch and your eyes dart around with barely concealed mania, he knows exactly what you've done.
You look just like he did back then, and he finds himself swooning in no time.
He just has to take you home.
OH... anon!! i LOVE this.
i was thinking that adelinde would certainly be a good choice for the scenario you mentioned; diluc is away so much on business that he can't exactly ignore that adelinde feels more like a gaoler even than your actual yandere; and she's so devoted to him. if he told her to kill you, perhaps he would? and without diluc there, and adelinde come to an unfortunate end (as you tell yourself over and over that she deserves) . . . you're free. especially with a brand new vision (it does not escape your notice that a hydro vision and a pyro vision react to one another. vapourise. you sometimes feel like nothing more than vapour, haunting the winery like a ghost).
and OHOHOHO. CHILDE. UGH.
he WOULD see you all covered in blood and empty of eye and immediately want you so so badly he can barely breathe. i believe this is what people would call; 'out of the frying pan, into the fire'.
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immortalled · 1 year
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vulnerable nathan asking either directly or in one of his round-about ways for your muse to hold him while he dies, despite knowing he’ll come back within the hour.
nathan “regularly flaunts and occasionally abuses his power” young admitting that he’s afraid and needs someone rather than playing up his invincibility is very good in general.
that’s the thought.
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killiel · 1 year
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Found out today (right now) that my childhood friend had a heart attack in the early morning hours and did not resist. I’m currently on my way to the wake.
He was literally my first crush. He was this blond teen w green eyes and just as awkward as I was so we bonded immediately. He hyperfixated on Sherlock and learned how to play the violin because of him.
My last memory of him is getting wasted in my room and playing the violin for me to sing and doing absolutely terrible. He was a sweet, shy and caring guy and I will feel his loss with all my heart.
I love you, Vinicius. Sorry I wasn’t around in the past few months to remind you of that.
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krshush · 1 year
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Um. So. After an assortment of events I have not been talking about, we were just told my paternal grandfather died.
I don't really need condolences, this was a long time coming and my feelings on the man are... varied. But I just. I needed to say somewhere.
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ofyorkshire · 10 months
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— MOTHER
BJ has a lot of complicated feelings about his mother. Circumstance forced her to often be absent and therefore neglectful, regularly leaving Barry James alone in their flat and putting him in potentially dangerous situations because there was no one to watch him, but he never felt lacking in love. They were each other's world and most of BJ's memories of his mother are nice ones. However, she passed away from an overdose when he was seven, leaving him in the care of Reverend Martin Laws, and BJ blames her for much of the abuse he endured after. This anger sometimes manifests in his hallucinations and nightmares as a distorted mirror version of his mother who haunts and scolds him. BJ often lashes out at "her" and becomes frustrated when he can't find relief; a stark contrast to his withering reactions to visions of Laws, his "Black Angel". His mother is safe to threaten, but Laws is not. For similar reasons, BJ rarely will admit that his mother is dead and prefers to refer to her as if she has simply "gone away".
After 1983, BJ sees less of his mother in his hallucinations and his nightmares. She appears sometimes in more pleasant dreams, but with her back turned or face obscured. BJ eventually comes to realize that he misses the idea of her more than the person herself. He isn't sure whether he should feel relieved for that or guilty, but he is content with that revelation and the ability it gives him to further separate himself from the hurt of his past. It is part of his way of letting go and moving forward.
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takeachanceontoday · 2 years
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This will be the only post I make before I slither offline again.
Don’t make JOKES about the queen’s death. You wouldn’t want somebody doing that to you, it’s pretty fucked up. Yes the royal family are scum, beyond scum. But laughing at death isn’t okay imo. 
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merrilark · 2 years
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I didn’t have the heart to look in my grandma’s favorite old cookbook until today and, ah, man. I miss them.
The end pages are covered with my gran’s handwriting, mostly of her own recipes, and a journal entry from my grandpa. He wrote about the weather, how John F. Kennedy had just become president, and a list of all the local stores in town and who owned them. I’m not sure when the cookbook itself was printed (the flyleaf was torn out), but I’m going to guess sometime in the ‘40s during WWII just judging by what I’ve found online about it.
This has nothing to do with this blog, obv, but it’s just... really nice, and really, really bittersweet. I’m glad that I still have this, and that there’s little pieces of them still with me.
Gran didn’t bookmark much, but she circled a recipe for coconut cones... probably because coconut was granddad’s favorite. :’) I may try to make them sometime soon. I think that would be nice.
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kedreeva · 2 years
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Starting my day off crying over the fact that if Eddie died in the Upside Down and the town isn't sure where he is, then there's only two possibilities. Either the party left his body in the Upside Down, which there was no reason to do after the fight was over because the danger in their vicinity all died and which Dustin would never allow.... Or those kids carried him back and buried him themselves, in a necessarily unmarked grave.
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connorjesup · 1 year
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Gannibal + Blood
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super-sootica · 1 year
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Not wanting a person to be dead, but wanting to kill them
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wri0thesley · 2 years
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YOUR BRAIN… i am here to give you free reign over med kink mahito. he’s the worst and i hate him (affectionate). he’s the prettiest bastard alive. MAHITO IN THE WHITE DOCTOR COAT AND NOTHING ELSE. he’s just so determined to wring out every last little noise/reaction he possibly can from you. you’re incoherent from pleasure on the examination table and he’s over here jotting notes down on how big his dick was when he made you cum in record speed. i’m shaking him in my teeth like a dog.
cw: medical play, torture mentions, death (not of reader). dead dove etc etc. gore. mahito is gross, the end.
he doesn't NEED to jot notes down. he's very smart; he remembers these things, soaks up knowledge like a sponge - but it's all part of the playing! mahito mocking humans by aping them, in all of their silly glories. he just thinks it's so much fun, to recreate the things he sees in movies or reads about in books--
and of course, the human body is fascinating. transfiguration is one thing, but there's so much that can be done with your body without him even having to tap into his cursed energy! humans are designed in such silly ways . . . your spinal cord. if he cuts certain nerves, will you really simply never be able to walk again?
part of it's the fear. he probably won't slash your tendons. he likes that you can run and thrash and whimper a bit. but the threat, the idea that he could cut out your tongue and perhaps you couldn't talk, or knowing there are organs in your body he could remove and nothing would happen--!
maybe he'll try a different kind of medical play next time. dress you up in one of those sexy nurse costumes he's seen in the window of cosplay shops, and bring in a poor human sacrifice who he can try out his more unusual urges on. he doesn't want to break you for good, but a random stranger is fair game, right? you can hand him scalpels and administer needles and when the poor patient has passed away, he can kiss you with blood still on his hands and fuck you with a dead body slowly cooling in the room--
it'll be fun, right?
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whisperthatruns · 2 years
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Now there is a slit in the blue fabric of air. His house spins faster. He holds down books, chairs; his life and its objects fly upward: vanishing black specks in the indifferent sky. The sky is a torn piece of blue paper. He tries to repair it, but the memory of death is like paste on his fingers and certain days stick like dead flies. Say the sky goes back to being the sky and the sun continues as always. Now, knowing what you know, how can you not see thin cracks in the fragile blue vaults of air. My friend, what can I give you or darkness lift from you but fragments of language, fragments of blue sky. You had three beautiful daughters and one has died.
Stephen Dobyns
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To Seto Kaiba, do you remember your parents, what were they like? How did they die? Does Mokuba remember them?
       “Hn. I was born Seto Takahashi and my father was a banker, my mother was a stay at home mom, I was six when they died. But yes, I remember them. Father had been... not exactly cold, but he wasn’t warm or open. But he was always around and ready to read Mokuba and I bedtime stories, he took time off work for my birthday once and took me to the local zoo.”     A pause “It happened rather quickly and the memories are... admittedly quite vague, but I remember a loud... car crash sound and a lot of blood and they were on our lawn in a puddle of blood as somebody sped off....”         Another pause. 
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      “Mokuba remembers nothing, he wasn’t even two when they died. I stepped up and protected him in that orphanage because all we had was each other. In many ways I was his father more than I was ever his brother and it’s better that way, he doesn’t have to deal with remembering and wishing they were still around.” 
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