Zaplarizch
"The Zaplarizch, a being not so easily described."
CHALLO THERE - how are you doing? Hopefully it's good!
The short story here is a snippet I made when I originally got a story idea. The actual story itself is what I'm currently plotting, and will also be more detailed and have build up to the events described here :D so mild spoiler warnings for that!
The premise is about a creature I made myself, which a random creature name generator graciously named The Zaplarizch. How do you say that? I don't know, to be honest. But, I can mildly describe it! The Zaplarizch is a rather tall beast, maybe 10-15 feet or so. It's mainly a skeleton base, the spine and bones in its arms very visible. However, its shoulders are really bulked out, and the skin is a mix between large balls of pus, random bloody eyeballs, and patches of human skin. Kind of like an Ed Gein monstrosity given life.
WARNINGS
It's graphic, I would say. I'm not sure exactly what people expect warnings for, as I don't get triggered easy and usually skip them. But it does feature a couple of things!
Somewhat vivid descriptions of murder?
MC is fearing for his life
Also mentions of deadly pranks
MC being guilty about murdering his brother :P
WITHOUT FURTHER ADO - let's get started!
The cloth of my sweater and pants stuck to my skin uncomfortably, almost like someone skinned a cow and sewed its skin onto mine. My eyes moved rapidly, my hair stuck to my forehead like wet seaweed trapped in a net.
I ran fast. Tried to.
The breath was taken from my lungs as soon as I saw it. Like it was stabbed on a skewer and pulled out of my lungs, leaving nothing but bloodied alveolus. My legs were sore before I even started running, muscles too tense to even run without pain. I bumped into the trees, the tension leaving my body through the blood dripping out of my veins.
The forest was large, and I was too far away from town to get any help. Perhaps that’s why this house was there, in the end of it. That thing wouldn’t want one to find help.
I thought it was innocent enough. A manor that was rumored to be haunted in the middle of the forest. Spooky, sure. But ghosts didn’t exist, not like anything could be haunted.
What I hadn’t bet on was what existed other than ghosts. What could be still living in the abandoned manor up the top of the hill in the back of the town.
What I hadn’t bet on was my brother’s head hanging off a doorknob.
It was stupid, really, dragging my younger brother into this. I felt horrible, bile building in my stomach as soon as I saw his hair acting as a noose. But it was too late to save him, part of his spine sticking out of the bottom of his decapitated neck.
I should’ve taken that as a sign. I suppose the whole body might’ve been closure.
There wasn’t closure.
I was running now, trying to.
The hill was steep, my feet tripping. I fell down, like a steep dirt slide with rocks slinging onto my face. I tried to stop, a rock hitting my feet at the end. I tripped, falling forward onto the ground.
My arms and legs were cut from the twigs, my face battered from the gravel that hit my face. My palms stung, ripped open by the ground. I looked down at my clothes, ripped open from the fall down.
I stood up and continued to run, not having time to catch my breath.
I heard the thudding getting louder and louder, whether it was my heart or the thing chasing me I had no idea.
But I didn’t have time to discern it. The world started to go black.
The trees moved around, the sticks stabbing into the ground like pogo sticks. I slowed down, from running to jogging, jogging to trudging.
I fell down to the ground, turning around to view the thing chasing me. Its face was burnt, the skin at the top wrinkled and covered in burn marks. Its jaw was gone too, leaving nothing below its top
Its arms were nothing but bent sticks, destroyed muscles connecting them to the rest of the body. The spine of the creature was sticking out, muscle coming to wrap around it like strings of chewed gum being pulled to its very limit. In the middle of its stomach laid intestines of different sizes, all bloody and hanging out of the muscles holding everything together. There were skeletal arms hanging out, moving on their own free will. Its feet were loud, stomping heavily on the ground. The muscles wrapped around its legs in circles, eventually leading down to the bone and claws that it used to latch into the dirt.
What scared me most were its eyes. Its eyelids were burnt, leaving him with just white sclera to stare at things. They glew in the moonlight, leaving every other part of him lying in darkness. Like they had a light of their own.
I sobbed as I saw it, trying my best to back away with my stretched muscles and bloody veins. I felt as powerless as a baby, unable to do anything. At least babies could scream.
The sticks it used as arms stabbed my heart, sneaking past my ribs and directly into the left ventricle of my heart. I sobbed, coughing up blood as it moved to stab my lungs.
From my heart and lungs to my stomach, down my abdomen and to every part of my body. It must’ve had magic to ensure I was alive, I could feel every single strand inside my abdomen splitting in two as it tore me in half.
I bled, that was my last memory. Torn apart and stapled together in the weirdest of ways.
fin.
Thank you so much for reading this all the way through! Hopefully I managed to tag it properly, I'm honestly not the best at tags.
I'm working on a more fleshed out story now, but I honestly kind of spoiled the ending here. Which isn't the worst thing in the world! Because I still really like this clip here anyways, it can honestly be used as a teaser to.
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That’s interesting. Why do you think Charlotte was closer politically to the Dantonists?
gfdsgdffdsgsd I admit it's more of my tongue in cheek thinking than anything fully based in reality. Because there is nothing 100% demonstrating that Charlotte was actively thinking about politics. On the other hand, the way she talked about it in her memoirs, does show that she had Political Opinions. She tried to minimize this aspect in her memoirs (because she tried to present herself as a "proper woman" concerned only with domestic issues), but she does share enough to indicate that she thought about this stuff more than she was willing to admit. I am not sure if we can count Charlotte as a revolutionary in her own right (not like, say, Claire Lacombe), but I do think she was more political than she presented in her memoirs, and more than how she is often perceived (by historians).
And if Charlotte thought about the revolution and politics, it is clear that she was pro-revolution... but also not necessarily in the way her brothers were. Again, I don't have any concrete proof, and this is why I would love if someone wrote about Charlotte from this angle, but she does seem more of a traditionalist in some ways, and idk, less radical (?) than her brothers.
This is also reflected in the company she kept. Because Charlotte had many male friends/acquaintances and many of them were Dantonists. She had men who helped her (including times when she was fighting with her brothers), and many (most?) of them were associated with Dantonists.
Then there's also Fouché. Not a Dantonist, obviously, but fits the idea of Charlotte associating herself with men/factions outside of the Robespierrist circle. Like our girl met with Fouché a few days before Thermidor, and I assume they didn't talk about weather.
And after Thermidor, she was arrested and very quickly released, and while it could be simply because it was clear she didn't have much contact with her brothers, she was released super super quickly. This indicates that someone perhaps intervened on her behalf (true, she also signed a document in prison but I still feel there had to be someone who specifically said for her to be released.)
Finally, there's citizen Mathon, a man who helped her hide after Thermidor and with whom she lived after being released and until his death, decades later. Mathon's daughter was Charlotte's heir, and it seems like Charlotte raised the girl as a step mother. No concrete indications that Charlotte and Mathon were romantically involved, but they lived together and raised his daughter. Mathon was also associated with Dantonists.
So while there is nothing indicating that Charlotte was actively working against her brothers (or that they worked against her - that's Thermidorized bullshit), it does seem that Charlotte was more political than commonly perceived. She kept company with men from different factions (particularly Dantonists), which seems like conscious choice (?). It might be possible that she was just unaware of the implications, or she knew very well and she did it because this is what her (political) opinions aligned with.
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vani. my buddy my pal. any tips for dealing with bpd beyond "fantasize about destroying social bonds because god wouldn't that be nice". thanks (this is to say we're going through it) -🪴
oh damn yeah i can try to help a lil
find a healthy(ish) coping mechanism. for me when i get the urge to irrationally block people/lash out/etc, i either go play a game (i play rhythm games a lot bc it makes me focus on something else), just remove myself from the situation (i have a side account where i've blocked a lot of people off of it and go over there to scream and cool off and rb characters from games and shit), or just kinda. destroy stuff (WITHIN REASON). there has been a few times where i've dragged out old work from high school and just ripped papers into shreds to calm down. don't go like, throwing the good china at the walls or anything, just rip up some old school work or some scrap papers.
if you have the ability to, talk to someone. i can hash stuff out with sonata sometimes (if he's not actively encouraging me to be worse, or feeding into my delusions), other times i talk to my brother if they're willing, and they help me work stuff out. my dms and stuff are always open if ya need to talk, too :3
also just? talk to the person bothering you if you can in a rational way? (or even in a sort of "irrational" way, if they understand what you're dealing with). it helps me a lot to just clear out my feelings, and sometimes whatever's bothering you can be avoided in the future. or you'll just get told you're being irrational, which in my case kind of helps sometimes skgdhds
uh internal affairs can also help!!! like me and my headmates kinda have agreements for when i start getting a bit uppity and they're working on failsafes to kinda? make it less bad? for lack of a better way to describe it? so they just kinda. take over sometimes. if i'm being particularly irrational and petulant. so maybe working out something with your headmates can help out? (and if any of your guys share ur bpd sometimes it helps to have someone to scream with, even internally... unless they are enabling you/making you worse)
but yeah bpd is. a bitch. the best things i can offer you is to First, find something to calm down with, even a little. and then Second, go talk to whoever is bothering you (if you can) to try and work something out, or at least just get a better perspective on yourself.
sometimes you're just being an irrational ass who's annoyed that your fp is spending time with other people... and sometimes you end up crying bc you think your fp is abandoning you bc they didn't say good morning to you at the normal time bc they fell asleep on accident. <- actual thing that happened to me. btw.
so ! you just kinda gotta find what works best for you. i get my mind offa stuff with games, and try not to stew too hard in my own anger. although that doesn't always work, i am a very angry creature when worked up apparently. do ur best sys anon. if you need me i am here :3
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