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wifeofsnowbaird · 3 months

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You Can't, You Can't Catch me Now I'm coming like storm into your town

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

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[Mentor!Coriolanus Snow x time-travel, hg-era, tribute!reader x toxic!Finnick Odair (in the Peacekeeper era)]

Warning: gore, blood, gun and knife violence, serious injury, death, physical assult, possibly non-con...as I said, maybe...

Summary: You are a rebel, the last chance of the rebellion against President Snow. You're told to go on one last mission to kill the man who massacred Panem. It took you years to understand your mission when you became [name] Lily Baird, starting from the age of five till before the reaping day of the 10th Hunger Games.

The day you began your plan to destroy President Snow before he became the villain he was meant to become.

'Both sisters, Lucy Gray and [Name] Lily Baird are a part of the Covey, and though they have been chosen as tribute for both District 12 and 9 because of our own mistakes, we hope they will stay safe.'

You knew about [Name] Lily Baird, named after her because your mother was inspired by her fiery personality and strength, but now you realize that you were transported to a time before the Baird sisters died, one of sickness and one because of Coriolanus Snow himself.

'I will kill you, President Coriolanus Snow.'

Once you woke up your body shuffled around on the cold floor. Apparently, in the old Training Center where all the tributes stayed, they had no real bed or even a room and most people tended to sleep in bundles next to each other for body heat.

You slept next to your sister and the District 8 girl you had met, Wovey.

You had planned to make use of your skill, like Lucy Gray’s snakes, Haymitch had told you about [Name] Lily’s mockingjays. Unfortunately, a Peacekeeper appeared to take you and Lucy Gray out to the Arena to meet up with your mentors.

A curly haired boy walked up to you two and extended a hand in greeting towards the girl beside you, proceeding to introduce himself.

‘Hi, I’m Sejanus Plinth, and I’ll be your mentor!’

Lucy Gray grimaced before accepting his hand and following him as he led the way.

‘[Name], how was your sleep.’

A gentle voice made its way into your ear. You instinctively lunged toward the person behind you but they managed to dodge, but not without a slight scar from your sharp nails.

Coriolanus Snow, that bastard.

You glared at him before accepting that you can’t do much to get out of the situation. Nodding towards him, you looked toward the other tributes that practiced with their mentors.

Coriolanus rolled his eyes but left you gazing away from him as he wondered why you didn’t like him much.

What have I done? I suppose that since I’m her mentor she might dislike me but…No she likes me, I can tell by her red face.

‘I’ve been curious ever since I saw you, why have you been hurting me with your scratches like you’re some cat?’

You rolled your eyes and frowned once you noticed Snow’s vibrant blue eyes coast over your body and meet your eyes.

You laughed as you met his gaze.

‘No Tribute likes their Mentor, Coriolanus Snow…Besides, I can barely trust you ’

It was the best you could come up with since your reasoning-you killed many people and are just an asshole-wouldn’t be taken at face value.

Coriolanus hummed, his electric eyes glaring down at you before he shook his head and pointed toward a bow and arrow near the Arena doors, his crimson academy uniform blinding you.

‘Let me teach you how to survive the Hunger Games,’ he paused, looking back at you for some clarification to continue.

‘Because I promised to take care of you.’

might do part 4 today

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weaver-z · 9 months

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i honestly thought “zepotha” was supposed to be like a cheap sci-fi thriller that was sort of barbarella-esque but 2 decades later. i had no idea they transmogrified it into a horror movie. the sheer lack of cohesion is amazing to me.

It's not even that it's a horror movie. "Zepotha" is totally a plausible title for a pseudo-giallo made by some guy in New England. It's that they tried to turn it into an indie slasher from the 80's.

Here is a random list of real semi-obscure 80's slashers I've seen:

Maniac (1980)

Don't Answer the Phone (1980)

My Bloody Valentine (1981)

The Dorm That Dripped Blood (1982)

Nail Gun Massacre (1985)

Slaughter High (1986)

Blood Lake (1987)

Slumber Party Massacre 2 (1987) [Note to everyone reading this: PLEASE WATCH SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE 2.]

Woodchipper Massacre (1988)

Notably, none of these titles are anything LIKE "Zepotha." The closest I could think of was Anthropophagus, which is still a real word (and a pretty bad movie, lol).

#ask #millipedia #weaver-z watches

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year

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You know how all of the gunners inside of hallucigen are hallucinating and stuff? How would male companions react if they breathed it in and what would they hallucinate?

I am taking FULL creative liberty with this one. Most have to due with the companions pasts, so here’s a spoiler warning thing. This is also assuming the drugs work on synths like Nick and x6 🤷‍♀️

Male Companions in Hallucigen Inc.

Danse: For the most part, Danse would probably hallucinate that any combatants inside were synths, super mutants, ferals, or something of that nature that the Brotherhood is used to massacring. It doesn’t change his demeanor or actions very much. The only thing that might change is Sole’s mood when he turns around and calls them Cutler. The first time they think they heard wrong, but when he does it a second, and a third time, it starts to hurt their heart a little. He genuinely thinks they’re Cutler throughout the entirety of the building, and he’s acting a little different, a little more relaxed, like his old friend really is there. If it’s post-bb, the whole thing is entirely worse. He sees everyone as Brotherhood trying to kill him and he’s a panicked mess. He will try to pull Sole out of the building if he can. Will have a very hard time killing anything and Sole will have to do it themselves, and if they do it in front of him, he’ll immediately launch into a huge angry betrayal monologue, probably with watery eyes. In both situations, when they get outside and he breathes the drugs out of his system, he will apologize profusely but won’t remember much, other than he doesn’t really know what kind of enemy they fought inside.

Deacon: Let’s just start by saying, vulnerability isn’t a Deacon thing. And when he’s on these drugs, it is probably the most vulnerable Sole has ever seen him, and the most vulnerable they will ever see him. His cool, calm demeanor flies out the window, and his hands start to shake, no, his whole body starts to shake, because these aren’t Gunners anymore, they’re the UP Deathclaws. They’re all ghosts of his past, faces he saw only when he massacred them after they killed Barbara, coming back to haunt him like phantoms. He still knows Sole is Sole, but he will go into this protective mode he’s never gone into on their behalf before, because he can’t lose them to the Deathclaws, too. It is arguably the most dangerous he’s ever been in battle, the most serious and lethal he’s ever been in front of Sole. They hardly had to take out any gunners themselves. When it’s all said and done, and he’s got the drugs out of his system, he will remember everything but pretend he doesn’t. Might disappear for a while afterwards. He needs time to be sad, to get himself together before he bee-bops back to Sole like nothing ever happened.

Gage: He is actually pretty resilient to the drug at first, probably takes the longest for him to actually start hallucinating, but his is by far one of the worst. Not only does he see everybody as Connors old raiders, but he sees Sole as Connor, and will absolutely fight them. They will have to take his gun and probably wrestle him out the door. He doesn’t even know where he is — the entire atmosphere changes, takes him back to a place he hasn’t seen since he was a teenager, to people he hasn’t seen in decades. No matter what Sole says, he won’t relent. All the while he’s screaming profanities and stuff at them that they can’t even understand because his accent is so much thicker than normal. He will fight tooth and nail with Sole. If they take his weapons, he will come at them with his bare hands. Once they finally get him into some fresh air, he takes the longest to get back to normal. They might need to tie him down or something because dude ain’t giving up. Once he finally comes around, he’s very confused about why Soles bleeding all over the place and why he is, too, because he doesn’t remember anything. Might apologize if they admit it was him.

Hancock: His is less of a fight or flight kind of thing with enemies flying everywhere. Instead, he just sees his brother’s crooked face, his mile long smile. Flinches around every turn because he’s there, clutches onto the back of Sole’s bag like he’ll simply pass away if he lets go. May or may not say something to his brother, beg him to leave them alone and go away, or maybe something about the Institute. He might shoot at him even if he isn’t there. Every person that runs out of nowhere, every noise of shifting rubble, every voice in his head, it’s all him, the synthetic version of the man he grew up with, following him and taunting him, reminding him that his real brother is dead over and over and over again like a broken record. He will ask Sole several times if they see him, too, if he took any botched chems. He just stays super close to Sole, touching them, if he can, staring at the floor as they walk through the compound because every time he looks down a hallway he sees him, every time he glanced through a doorway he sees him, every time he rounds a corner he sees him, smiling, staring at him like the day he let the ghouls in Diamond City get kicked into the wasteland. Once Sole gets him outside, he remembers it all vividly and will probably take more drugs trying to forget it. It’s was so traumatic for him that he may have nightmares about it.

MacCready: He doesn’t seem all that affected at first. The only hint that the drug is getting to him is when he turns around to look at Sole and immediately freezes, probably drops his rifle, and whispers, “Lucy?” It doesn’t matter if Sole is male or female he’ll see Lucy. He immediately starts questioning them, where did you come from, I thought you were dead, where’s Duncan, is he finally better, all the while crying so hard he can barely breathe. He won’t touch Sole because he’s afraid Lucy will disappear if he does. Completely loses all fight instincts, and sole will have to basically drag him, tears and questions and all, through the entire building. He does not need his gun because he gets insanely jumpy and will shoot straight at walls and down hallways even if no one is there. He doesn’t dare leave their side, though — because last time he left her side she died. He seems to comprehend on some level that this can’t possibly be Lucy, that it has to be a dream or something, but still acts on the tiny flutter of hope in his chest that says it’s really her, she’s right there. He probably sees other things, too, like Winlock and Barnes rushing at him, a mountain of ferals climbing over each other just to feast on his flesh. But the only thing he sees consistently for the entire course of the building is Lucy. Doesn’t remember a thing when it’s over and has a massive headache from crying so much.

Nick: Nick’s is mostly a hodge-podge of old, scary memories he didn’t remember he knew. Old psycho killer cases the old Nick went on, where he got pursued by a man with a knife covered in blood, a homicide investigation where a group of people tried to kill him in the pitch black, the frantic screaming of a kidnapped child echoing through corridors without a solid direction to take. A bloody teenager tortured for answers, barely breathing when he made it to them, a woman chained up in a basement, a red-handed thief beating him over the head with anything he could get his hands on. This will probably render Nick more unable to fight than anything. Constantly asks Sole if they see that, if they heard that, might call them the name of an old partner but won’t fight when they tug him gently through the building. He’s very careful not to shoot because he doesn’t know who’s good or who’s bad, where they are. He will probably just rely on Sole to navigate him through the building, to talk to him, help the hallucinations fade. Once they get outside, he forgets what happened, but can suddenly recall all those memories he didn’t necessarily want floating around in his brain again.

Preston: Oh my God, so many tears. He sees the faces of all of the Minutemen, all of the settlers he wasn’t able to save at Quincy. Probably the most… self aware while under the influence? Like, he knows Sole is Sole and can still have a conversation with them about who and what he’s seeing. He knows it isn’t real and Sole can talk him out of seeing it by telling him no one’s there, the hall is empty, etc. But that won’t stop him from immediately starting to cry as soon as he sees the first person he let down in his life. He will apologize to the nonexistent people, plead with them for forgiveness until Sole pulls him away. May or may not see the settlers he did manage to save, like Sturges or Marcy Long, dying and will rush to help them even if they aren’t there or it’s an injured Gunner. Sole will have to pull him away. The entire thing is extremely hard on him, and by the time the drugs are out of his system, he apologizes for crying even though he hasn’t really stopped yet, and will accept a hug for once in his life because he is torn up. He stays distant from Sole for like, a week, even if they keep traveling together, and it’s probably best if they keep an eye on him. Just to make sure. He will politely ask them never to take him into that building again.

X6-88: X6 doesn’t really get afraid. Well, he thought he didn’t, until Sole took him into the building he so quickly decided was hell on earth. He has the weirdest freaking hallucinations, the entire thing is like an acid trip. He doesn’t know where he is, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, and he doesn’t know what that humanoid looking thing is doing climbing across the cieling? No, wait, what the crap is that massive dog-like figure with six foot legs doing with roller skates? And why is that tree trying to talk to him? Why does he feel eyes on him from behind? Why is he hearing voices he’s never heard once in his life? Will shoot at literally everything. He turns into more of a turret than a courser, literally spraying every single room full of so many lasers sole doesn’t even need to do any killing. He’s so, for lack of better word, completely and utterly horrified at what he’s seeing. Gets jumpy, might accidentally pistol whip Sole if they scare him, it’s probably best if they hold onto his shoulder or something so he knows it’s them. Once he leaves the building, he tells Sole he will never go back into that hellhole even if they’re dying inside and he’s the only one around for ten miles.

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get-your-fics · 2 years

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Down the Rabbit Hole

Summary: "I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir, because I'm not myself, you see." —Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

Pairings: Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Steven Grant x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Kidnapping, allusion to non-con and violence

Note: this is a continuation of "Through the Looking Glass." i said i'd post it by the end of the day and i delivered! thank you once again to @nephilxterra for inspiring this!

Steven let Marc front when they found her.

Jake had been good at covering his tracks until they found a crumpled business card for a self-storage facility in the bin (which Steven quickly pointed out should’ve been in the recycling). “I wonder where he got that idea from,” Steven mumbled.

Marc shot a glare at his reflection.

Steven let Marc front even when he was a little too snippy with the receptionist. He let him front as he walked down the long hallway, passing unit after unit looking for the one that matched the number the receptionist gave them. Fluorescent lights flickered above him, and the only sound in the otherwise soulless storage facility was the loud thud of Marc’s heavy boots against cement.

He let Marc front, but he was still there, watching in what few windows there were streaming some much-needed light into the building. If Steven was fronting, his heart would've been pounding in his chest, and he’d be biting his nails down to the quick.

Marc stopped in front of the unit bearing the same number as the one they’d been given. He grabbed the lock and tried as many combinations he could think of that Jake would use. But each time he pulled on it, it didn’t give. He cursed under his breath.

“Try her birthday,” Steven said.

Marc looked down at the shiny metal of the lock. “What?”

“Her birthday,” Steven repeated, and then he told it to him. “It’s worth a shot.”

Marc sighed. “What the hell?”

He turned the numbers on the lock to correspond with her birthday. His eyes went wide when it clicked, and he pulled the lock away with ease. There was a moment where both Marc and Steven seemed to go on pause. Just how much of their time in the psych unit together had Jake spied on?

Marc reached down to grab the handle, but froze. “Are you sure about this?” he whispered, though his voice still carried in the empty hallway. “I think you’d be better to take the lead. I don’t have much of a comforting presence, and she’s more familiar with you.”

But Steven refused. Marc was accustomed to witnessing the horrors of humanity, first in the military, and then as a mercenary. Steven didn’t think he’d be able to stomach whatever was waiting for him on the other side of that roll-up door.

The metallic screech as Marc lifted the door was deafening. He stood up straight and stared into the darkness, the light from the hall spilling in and illuminating the floor in front of him. He felt around on the wall for a light switch, and when his fingers brushed against it, he flipped it on.

Light flooded the unit, and Marc raised his hand to shield his eyes, squinting. When his vision adjusted, he lowered his hand and stood up. He drew closer to the wall opposite him. It was plastered with news articles about the massacre at the psych unit and missing posters of her. There were a bunch of polaroid photos too, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw who they were of.

They were all of her, but not as he remembered her. In them, she was bound and gagged, covered in bruises, glassy eyed and shiny tear tracks down her cheeks. There were some of her naked, too, and in compromising positions. Marc stopped when he got to those. He couldn’t go any further, for his or Steven’s sake.

He tore himself away from the wall and examined the rest of the unit. There was a rack full of guns on the far wall and all sorts of weapons: knives, scalpels, hammers, drills. The blood drained from Marc’s face. He was really hoping he wasn’t using any of those on her.

Marc saw Steven staring back at him from the polished surface of a metal table. “Is she not there?”

He spun in a slow circle, scanning the room. “I don’t see her."

“She has to be there.” Steven paced back and forth, a crease between his brows. “Where else could he be hiding her?”

Marc wanted to snap at him for pacing — it was a physical manifestation of the rising sense of urgency he was feeling — but he held his tongue. He hated to think that they came all this way, that they got their hopes up, for nothing.

And then, he heard it. It was just a soft tinkle, but it was there.

The rattling of chains.

He whirled around and slowly approached a crate in the corner. He kicked it aside, and it made a loud scraping noise as it slid across the concrete floor. There she was, curled into a ball in the corner and hugging her knees to her chest.

She stared up at him with frightened, bloodshot eyes, her lashes damp with tears. She was dressed in only her hospital gown, and it was torn, practically hanging off of her body in tatters and smudged with mysterious brown stains that he really hoped were dirt. She had dark bags under her eyes, and her face was gaunt and dewy with sweat. Even in the unit during one of her episodes, Steven had never seen her look this bad.

“Please, I’m sorry.” Her voice was hoarse and cracked, like she hadn’t spoken in days. “I’m sorry for hiding. I know I shouldn’t have.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Marc said her name name softly and kneeled down so he was eye level with her. “It’s me, Marc. You’re safe now.”

He reached out to touch her, but she shuffled away from him, pressing herself further into the corner. She flinched and raised her arms to shield herself. “Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpered. “No more, no more.”

Marc’s gaze landed on the thick, heavy shackles clasped around her wrists chained to the wall. Bruises spanned the length of her arms, some faded and healing, and others brand new.

Marc stood up and backed away from her. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he whispered. “I’m gonna get you out of here. I promise.”

He looked at his reflection on the table, where Steven was stock still. “We have to get her out of here fast before he comes back,” he hissed.

“But the chains,” Steven pointed out.

“Oh, really? I didn’t notice until you mentioned them,” Marc deadpanned.

Steven ignored him. “He must have a key hidden somewhere.”

“We don’t have time for that.” His gaze landed on something amongst the rack of torture devices. “We’re getting her out now.”

He marched towards the rack, determination in his stride. “Marc, wait,” Steven piped up, his voice rising in pitch. “Marc, what are you doing?”

Marc grabbed the handsaw off of the rack and turned towards her. She locked eyes with him. “I’m gonna help you, alright?”

Her hands scrambled at the walls on either side of her, nails dragging against the brick. “Please, don’t!” Her eyes were welling with fresh tears, her bottom lip trembling. “Don’t!”

Marc raised the saw above his head. He grabbed hold of the chain, gripping it so tight his knuckles turned white as he brought the saw down. She clasped her hands over her ears as the incessant shriek of metal grating against metal filled the unit, squeezing her eyes shut. Marc gritted his teeth so hard he thought he’d grind them to dust. His hands ached, but he didn’t let up, not even for a second.

After what felt like hours had passed, the chain snapped in two, breaking free from the wall. Marc dropped the saw, and it clattered noisily against the ground. “Go.” He gestured to the open door. “You’re free.”

“Marc, what are you doing?” Steven seethed. “You can’t just let her go out there by herself!”

“She’ll be safer on her own than with us,” Marc snapped.

Steven fell silent. He knew he was right. They couldn’t even keep her safe from themselves.

She lowered her hands and looked up at him with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights, almost like she was waiting for him to make the next move or tell her what to do.

“It’s okay,” Marc encouraged her. “You can go now.”

She slowly rose from her crouched position. She tiptoed past him, her knees shaking like they were going to buckle and give out at any second. She eyed him the whole time, like she was waiting for the moment that he would turn on her and reveal that it’d all been some test.

When she made it past him, she broke out into a full out sprint, running as fast as her weak legs could carry her. She caught a glimpse of light filtering in through a window in the hall, her first glimpse of natural light in who knew how long. She’d long lost track of how much time she’d spent in that unit.

Then, there was a hard tug on the other end of the chain, and she went falling like the carpet had been yanked out from under her.

She landed on the ground with a hard thud, knocking all the air out of her lungs. She wheezed breathlessly, her head spinning. She groaned as she rolled over on her back, her entire chest aching like she’d been hit by a car. The fuzzy dots clouding her vision started to clear as his face hovered over hers, all hard lines and grim features.

His lips cracked into a lopsided smirk, his eyes pitch black as they bored into her. "¿Realmente pensaste que podrías alejarte de mí tan fácilmente, querida?"

Translation: "Did you really think you could get away from me that easily, darling?"

#dark!fic #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #oscar isaac #moon knight #marvel #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockley #jake lockley x you #steven grant #marc spector x you #marc spector #marc spector x y/n #fanfiction #drabble #series

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seraphhija · 7 months

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MY LIVE REACTION TO TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE: NEXT GENERATION

•What the fuck is up with the font for the credits it's like history book lettering.

•why the fuck is he pissing

•WHY IS THIS ABOUT HIGHSCHOOL

•HORRIBLE ACTING

•sick outfits

•how come Barry didn't hear his girlfriend yelling 3ft away

•they look 26

•too much swearing

•love Jenny

•How would they be smoking weed horizontally???????

•that car was going so fucking slow WHAT

•why is Heather so INTO getting murdered

•"call the police there's been a terrible accident!"

•WHO IS DARLA ????????

•WHY THE MECH LEG

•this is so dumb

•"how the cows eat the cabbage"??????

•THE SHOT OF SEAN RUNNING

•"please sir your scaring me!" as the car is just stopped.

•"jenny staaaph"

•"okayy who's there 🙄"

•WHAT DOES YOUR MOM HAVE TO DO QITH THIS HEATHER

•heather and Barry are swingers

•"maybe their out back" GIRL ARE YOU DUMB

•"you better not shoot me mister" in the most monotone, uncaring voice ever

•MULLET LEATHER FACE. HE IS WEARING CAMO

•donf like that they made leatherface be able to scream, doesn't feel AT ALL in character

•"I had to use ur bathroom anyway🙄"

•ALL THE VICTIMS ARE SO UNLIKABLE

•i fucking hate Barry

•"me when I get hooked 'owie OUGJ owe oww :('" - haunting

• HEATHER WAS SCREAMINF MORE IN THE BOX

•WILMURS CAR JUST SAYS ILLUMINATI!

•Matthew mconrndhhsj is just so bad at acting

•wilmurs character sucks he's like Johnny- bait

•GURL WHYD U GHROW THE GUN FHEN JUMP OUT A WJNDOW

•this Chase is just so fucking long

•NOBODY HAS A CHARACTER THEY ARE JUST AN AMALGAMATION OF UNREALTED TRAITS

•"WILL YOU SHUT UP BACK THERE." "ok but I can't breathe :("

•rizz so good nobody suspects she's a cannibal

•so dumb she's smart

•icon actually like

•SHE HITS HER SO GENTLY WHATS HAPPENING "don't go running off >: ("

•vilmer is fucking BAIT fuck offfffff

•Vilmer Shane Dawson arc

•hannibal refrence

•NOT THE FUCKING ILLUMINATI

•NOT THOUSANDS OF YEARS ?????????!

•JUST SHOOT THEM NOW ?????????????????????????????

•W.E. such a little bitch for no reason like

•he is choking a woman to death and Jenny's just like "OMG heather get up!"

•THEH LEFT THE KEYS IN THE CAR

•""IT'S NOT LEATHER FACE ANYMORE ITS LEATHER BOOBS - HAUNTING

•love leatherface, icon

•leatherface is COMPLETELY uninvolved queen

•uninvolved, moisturized, painting her nails, at dinner with the mummified family

•"there's nothing in your head"

•GRANDPA STANDING ERA??????

•NOT THE GOVERNMENT THIS

•BRITISH?????????

•I HATE RHUS SO MUCH

•WHAT IS HAPPENING I WANNA. DIE

•card board pizza.

•everyone is a little bitch

•why is there a bunch of keys on the wall

•needs more bones in the decor

•WHATS WRONG WITH VIILMER WHY IS HE SHOUTING HIS OWN NAME

•not a TIPPING VAN

•im so tired

•WHYS THERE A PLANE

•WHY DOES LEATHERFACE CARE AT ALL ABOUT VILMER

•10 min of chainsaw, hate it

#texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #tcm 4 #texas chainsaw massacre the next generation #leatherface #darla slaughter #vilmer slaughter #liveblogging

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lmshady · 2 months

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I did a little short with Johnny and the family. Enjoy~ ♥

#johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #sissy slaughter #drayton sawyer #nubbins sawyer #leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre the game #the texas chainsaw massacre #slice of life #family bonding #family drama #fanfiction writing #lmshady writing #ao3 writer #ao3 link

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letrune · 8 months

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A helpful tip for writers

Learn history. Not thr big events, nobody cares about who won what wars - learn the small events. The weird tales.

Everyone know how WW2 went in general, but did you know that in 1944, Hungary, nazies had dug themselves into a historical church and used the anzix as a cannon bunker? Hungarian nazies believed that they are God's Chosen and often gone for blessing their guns instead of actually cleaning them. You can see where this gone.

However, this even also led to a young boy, hiding in a nearby cellar, seeing the church he attented for years being the crucial point of a battle before the Soviets overwhelmed the nazies. The kid was then found by a Hungarian soldier who moved him from the active warzone. Later, this kid started writing books and movie scripts, and somehow could not get over this memory. One of these scenes was about a man stuck in a church basement during the siege of Budapest, and can not get out because a cannon is parked on top of his only escape route. Critics dismissed the whole scene, until one of them actually managed to confirm - because his father was one of the soldiers who had to fight one such cannon.

Have another, this is a lot earlier. The 16th Century Balkans; you all know about Vlad Tepes, right? Guy just putting people on spikes, mostly Ottoman officials and peasants who talk back to him.

So, the Ottoman Empire rules with an iron fist and demands high taxes. After decades, the officials joke about how they are the only ones not actively hating everyone else around them. By the 1600s, however, the empire is slowly going bankrupt. A lot of tax collectors are sent out and never return. Turns out the villagers and the local lords, who usually hate the other nearby villages, got very angry with tax collectors stealing everything not nailed down, and decided to kill them. The rest of the tax collectoes need bigger janissary forces to go with them.

One of these lords was Vlad Tepes, but he was not the only one! One almost urban myth tells of two nearby villages joining forces, all heavy labourers, miners and such. When the tax collectors come in, they are beaten and all the janissary massacred, because having muskets in a very small town in the hills is not that tactical while being next to a guy breaking rock with a pickaxe for decades. The collectors are then sent back home with some cut off bodyparts, like fingers, to the sultan, to say "here are your taxes". Naturally, an angry guy just below the sultan can not present this, so more and more soldiers are sent. Less and less come home, until the janissary themselves go "nope, not being paid enough", then demanding more money. Money which the Ottoman Empire does not have.

The Balkans bankrupted a military powerhouse in a century.

These are just snippets of history, not the biggest, well-known events. I got a fear that if you put these in your fiction story, many will just dismiss it and think you made these up.

History is fun!

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porchlightfairy · 2 years

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Too Good to be True (robin buckley x black!reader)

a/n: I hope I did the robin lovers justice with this one. I wanted to draw from an experience I had. Maybe other people have had similar experiences

Pairing: Robin Buckley x black!reader (always gonna be a black reader)

Too Good to Be True

Robin couldn’t tell if she was being played or not. One of, if not, the prettiest cheerleader at Hawkins High School had become her friend. But it couldn’t be anything more than that right?

Like sure, you would come over to Robin’s lunch table and leave her a snack pack because they were her favorite. And sometimes you would offer Robin rides home. And you would ask Robin what color to paint your nails next after the old paint started to chip. But it was nothing serious right?

Steve assured her several times but she still felt unsure. It could all be for show. A cute fad to kiss the gay girl. Did you even know Robin was gay? Many questions swam through her head constantly. She really liked you but did you really like her back?

During her weekend shift at Family Video, she ranted to Steve while it was empty. Quietly seething with worry when it was busy. It was your dark brown eyes and your two-toned lips. It was your bouncy curls and your bright smile that all made her head spin. How pretty you looked in pink. It complimented your skin so well. It was the way your makeup matched what you wore and how you always needed to reapply lip gloss in 4th period. Whenever you were in the bathroom with Robin fixing up your hair, the way you looked at her for approval asking, “How do I look?” Robin would fumble over her words every time.

“She is so perfect and I am so… me.” Robin grumbles in frustration, “It’s too good to be true.” She looks out the window yearningly, “She has all the basketball boys barking for her, there is no way she would be interested in me. She just went on a date with one of them last week. Let’s just admit a girl like her wouldn’t dare lose it all for a band geek like me. As if.”

Steve looks at her sad pout, “If you think so. But if I know one thing about girls is that they pay attention and vie for your attention when they want it. The pudding, the nail polish, the trips to the bathroom together, c’mon Robin put two and two together she likes you a lot. When was that date last week?” He pats her shoulder as he brushes past her to the computer behind the counter.

“Friday?”

“Oh yeah? Must have been a shitty date because at 5 o’clock she was in here renting 3 movies.” Steve moves out of the way to reveal the screen, “And one of them, she said you recommended to her.” Robin moves closer to the screen in awe. In white letters was your name and address along with 3 movie titles; Flashdance, Top Gun, and The Slumber Party Massacre. The last one is the one Robin recommended to you. Robin shakes her head out of a daze, “That doesn’t mean anything. She also rented Top Gun. She could have still been on the date.”

“She came in by herself.” Steve squints in confusion. Robin waves him off, “Why else would she have rented it?”

“Because it is a classic. And so is Flashdance. Both are very good movies,” Steve defends.

Robin scoffs, “A classic with super hunky guys that are shirtless a lot.”

“Okay? They also fly planes all the time.”

“What are you saying? She wants to fly planes too?”

“Maybe, a girl likes what she likes.” He brushes past her, “And she likes you.”

Robin looks back at the computer with a worried look on her face. Last week you rented the movies, which meant that…. They were due today. At any moment you were going to come skipping through those glass doors with three tapes in your hand and a bright smile on your face. Her palms begin to sweat as she stares at the door. Slowly she sinks down behind the counter to hide.

“Robin? Where’d you go?” Steve peeks over the counter noticing her curled up in a ball on the floor.

“She can’t see me here.”

“She probably could.”

“How?”

“If she just looked. You are in the middle of the floor.” Robin slides under the shelf. “If she looked hard enough, she could still see you.”

Just then the chime of the front door rings, “Hi, I’m here to return my tapes from last week.” You enter the store and set the tapes down on the counter. “I rewinded them too.”

“Perfect. Enjoyed the selection?” Steve opens the tapes to check their condition.

“I guess. Top gun isn’t really my kind of movie.” She shrugs, “But I did enjoy The Slumber Party Massacre. It was so funny.” Robin’s heart skipped a beat.

“With a name like that, I’m surprised.” Steve chuckles.

“Me too. My date couldn’t stomach the gore but it was so cheesy. He didn’t even stay for Flashdance.” You pout leaning against the counter. That's when your eyes follow the patterned carpet on the floor and see Robin hiding under the counter, “Robin? What are you doing under there?”

She flinches at her name and crawls from underneath the counter. “Hey, I was just… napping.”

“Right.” Steve sneers, “I’m gonna go put these movies away.” He gives Robin a knowing look before slipping past her to put the movies back on the shelves.

“I enjoyed the movie you recommended to me.” You smile, “I loved it so much, got any more recommendations?” Your smile makes Robin’s heart melt. She can’t help but smile in return, “Uh, hmm, I-I can’t really think of any n-now.”

“Oh too bad. I’m all alone this weekend and need to occupy my nights with movies.” You huff air into your cheeks before walking over through the aisles. Steve comes back over and elbows Robin and tilts his head towards you. Robin follows his lead and goes over to you, “I could still help you find a movie, at least.”

“That would be nice.” You hook your arm with hers and lead her through the aisles to get her opinions.

After several minutes of sifting through the selection, you stand in front of the counter empty-handed, “No dice, sorry I wasted your time Robin.” You sigh. She waves it off, “Not a problem, it's kinda my job.”

You place your hand on your face embarrassed, “Right. Forgot for a minute, you’re an employee and not my friend right now.”

“I’m always your friend.” She smiles. You smile in return and laugh. It makes Robin’s stomach explode, you were so perfect. You blink a few times before clearing your throat, were you getting bashful?

“I think I would like to rent The Slumber Party Massacre again. I didn’t really get to appreciate it the first time. I watched it with the wrong crowd.” You go over and grab it off the shelf again. Robin’s hands begin to clam up as she takes the tape to re-enter it into the system.

Should she say something? Did you want her to say something? She was going to say something, “I could come over and watch it with you.” She purses her lips to keep her composure.

“Really? You want to?!” You lean over the counter and your smile grows bigger and it reaches your eyes. Robin bites her lip and nods, “Sounds like you enjoyed it. I would love to watch it with you.” She hands the tape back. You grab it from her and your hands graze each other, a wave of electric shock passes through Robin, sending chills down her spine and her heart begins to race.

“I’ll go to the store and get us some snacks. I’ll be back when your shift ends and pick you up.” You squeal and spin around with the tape, “It’ll be like a real slumber party.” You wave goodbye to her and skip out of the door. Robin flops her body onto the counter once you’re out of sight.

“Smooth moves.” Steve comes up beside her, “It’s a date.”

“It’s not a date.”

“It is so a date.”

“It’s not a date, it's a slumber party, between friends.”

“I know what happens between girls at a slumber party. I’ve seen that movie.”

Robin wacks his arm, “You’re fucking gross, Steve.”

Robin’s shift ends and you come to pick her up. Your parents were away for the weekend and you had the house to yourself. You take her up to your room. Robin had been here before, after a basketball game you invited her to a sleepover with some other people. You let her sleep in the bed with you since it was big enough. She didn’t get that much sleep as she was looking up at the ceiling in shock that you chose her.

Your room was utterly you. Pink flowery wallpaper, a plush duvet, and pillows, the heart-shaped vanity in the corner with the dresser covered in all your perfumes, makeup, and nail polishes. She gets a closer look and sees the polish of your most recent nail color. Citrus Yellow. Robin remembered in class, that you cursed and pointed out that your paint was chipping. She said that yellow would be a pretty color next. You replied back, “I don’t think I have any yellow.”

She smiles to herself and puts the nail polish back. You put in the tape and hit play before looking at Robin. “Get comfortable. What are you going to do, stand there and watch the movie?”

Robin clears her throat before sitting on the bed. You grab a pillow for her and yourself and rest your chest on it. She tenses up feeling how close you were to her as the movie started to play. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the glitter twinkle from your eyeshadow when you blinked. Gosh, you were so pretty. Robin moves the pillow under her chin as she continues to watch the movie.

You laugh at the corny bits and squeal at the deaths until the movie is over. As the credits roll, you wipe your tears and look at Robin, “That was way more fun watching with you.” Robin smiles back at you, “Yeah, I had a lot of fun with you.”

You smile, and Robin could have sworn your gaze moved from her eyes to her lips for a split second. “I like laughing with you.” You lick your lips. Robin’s heart skips a beat. You were leaning forward. What should she do? She wanted to kiss you too, but was this right? Oh shit, you were getting closer. Robin didn’t move, she didn’t want to move. She felt your lips against hers. It felt so right but so wrong. She jerks away quickly. Your eyes fly open and you back away in surprise. “Was that okay? I’m sorry if that didn't feel right to you.”

“No no it’s just, I’m not into —”

“Girls.” You wilt, “That’s okay, I just thought maybe— Nevermind, it’s okay that you don’t like girls. I just ask that you don’t tell anybody about this. If anybody found out I was…” Your voice dies in your throat, “I don’t know what would happen.” You get off the bed and eject the tape, “You’re not gonna get Harrington to jump me right?”

“No! No way! He’s not… I wouldn’t… Wait.” Robin slides off the bed and up next to you by the tv grabbing your hands, “I’m not, not into girls.” You look back at her with a blank stare, “I really like girls and I really like you. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just really afraid you were using me as some kind of pet.”

You let out a laugh, “A pet? Robin, that was me showing I like you.”

“I see that now! I just thought you were using me to explore.”

You sigh, “I understand. I’ve been there before.” You look down at your hands, “So we like each other.” You lace your fingers with hers, “Does that mean it’s okay to kiss you again? Maybe without a breakdown?”

Robin laughs and nods, “Absolutely.” She caresses your face and leans in capturing your lips in another kiss.

#robin buckley xblack!reader #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley x reader #too good to be true #robin buckley x black!reader

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belit0 · 9 months

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So, this is a request I got on my AO3 collection.

@1thequeensouls4 asked for this piece, so there we go!

I decided to make the reader part of the Uchiha clan, so yeah, hope you like it!!

Blood of all shades covers his ANBU equipment, hot liquid as the only witness to the massacre he has just committed. Itachi looks down at his fingers, moves them slowly to watch it drip through his hands, and listens to the drops hit the pavement. There is only one difficult decision left to make, and then it's over.

His initial plan involved a single survivor, but things changed a few days before his move, and now his head is a mess. The Uchiha has been psyching himself up for this moment, ever since the evening he saw his best friend being swallowed by the raging waters of the river. Shisui's sacrifice was all it took for him to understand the gravity of the matter and the need for action.

In the days that followed, he had to feign aloofness as he enlisted preparations and plotted routes, deciding where to start and where to end. Which house would be first and which would be last. From the beginning, he had only one survivor in mind, annihilating every bearer of Uchiha blood but his younger brother, leaving a loose nail that would take care of his existence later.

He didn't count on (Y/N) coming to announce an unanticipated pregnancy days before his move, with tears of happiness in her eyes and many, many illusions about how they would build a life together. Being an Uchiha, she was also included in the casualties, and Itachi was mentally mourning her with his parents when receiving the news.

An unborn child changed everything, and no matter how cold-blooded he tried to be, it would never be enough for him to kill his own offspring. Slaughtering her would mean destroying the only ray of light he might have after executing his plan, yet what right did he have to enjoy a baby after taking so many innocent lives?

Itachi would murder both young and old, children and adults without discriminating, so with what impunity did he think himself capable of loving his own family, having stolen the opportunity from so many people who were not involved in the issue?

At the moment, he did not know how to react to the news, pretending an empty smile and professionally hiding any torments within himself. His mind became a sea of conflict, and just when he thought he had everything figured out, (Y/N) dared to drop a bombshell of this magnitude.

Itachi spent days confined in his thoughts, deciding what he should do, and how to handle the situation. If he wanted to save the life of his future baby, he had to alter the plan completely and allow (Y/N) not to end up dead. At the same time, her being an Uchiha made it more difficult. According to his analysis, the only one who would be spared was his younger brother, with the motive of having Sasuke execute him when old enough and avenging them all.

The plan was as perfect as it was painful, and everything had been so meticulously articulated it was unthinkable to modify it days before its execution. He had hours left to decide, and not a single idea what to do.

He refused to see her during the time he had left to make up his mind, and (Y/N) took it as a rejection of the news of their future family. The woman was outraged to the point of talking it over with Fugaku, hoping the clan leader would knock some sense into him. It was his father's words which finished filling his metaphorical glass.

The night of his plan, he readied himself in his armor and set out to begin. Analyzing the Uchiha compound from the heights, the moonlight looked beautiful over the houses he would admire for the last time. He could make out some windows with light inside, people not yet ready to crawl into bed, and made a silent apology to all those who would have to see his face in their final moments.

He wanted to do it quickly and with as little misery as possible, firing himself like a gun in the darkness of the sky and engaging his first targets. The houses he started from helped him warm up, shutting down his mind and getting used to the slash of his weapons, the smell of Uchiha blood in the air, and the sticky sensation on his clothes.

Shouts of surprise and pain soon became ambient sound, and Itachi went into autopilot. Not paying attention to the faces and not wanting to evoke memories, he eliminated each relative with no qualms, erasing their existence in a heartbreaking second and giving no room for wistfulness.

Some tried to fight, others questioned him amidst screams, and some simply surrendered to the mercy of his actions.

His parents were the most difficult, and the only time he rethought his plan. Amid tears and sorrow, he took their lives with remorse, and repented of his fate, but was unable to do anything to change it. Itachi surrendered to the plan that life had for him and left his family lying in a pool of their own blood, while his younger brother cried out in grief.

If he stopped even for a moment to think, he would return to embrace him and beg for forgiveness, so he resumed a steady pace and headed for his ultimate goal.

(Y/N)'s house was located at one end of the Uchiha grounds, far from the commotion of the center. The girl slept peacefully, not awakened by the disturbances, and Itachi tried to let her keep that peace as long as he could. He eliminated her parents without waking them, providing a simultaneous and painless death.

He concluded not being able to annihilate her once confronted with the scene he himself had created, surrounded by death and destruction. She carried within her the only reason Itachi would have for not letting himself collapse in the future, and maybe (Y/N) could even give their child a decent life before his brother came to exact revenge. Of course, those were all unrealistic fantasies to keep him sane, because the three of them would be subjected to constantly running away and being hunted by the village.

When he reached the girl, he took her in his arms and trying not to disturb her, set off on his escape. It would not take long for the guards to notice the trouble, and he did not have much of an exit. Reaching the point where he was to lose himself in the trees, (Y/N) began to wake up, and opened her eyes.

She found an Itachi covered in blood and dressed in his armor, in the middle of the night, stealing her from her bed. The surprise was such that she managed to free herself from his arms, and with her feet on the floor, she looked around.

The panorama was tinged with black and red, moonlight highlighting the stains of death on the ground and the walls of the houses. All was silent, and a single shuddering cry could be heard in the distance, a small child sobbing disconsolately.

Itachi watched her walk away, paralyzed and unable to react, unable to justify or decide anything about it. Dismayed and speechless, he witnessed (Y/N) give up on her knees, collapse to the dirt, and scream in terror, sorrow, agony, panic, suffering.

The girl grabs her hair and tries to hold her head up in order to see the scene, understand it in its entirety, but there is no way. The entire clan has been wiped out, with only blood on the floor as a witness. Trying to comprehend, slow for having woken up so abruptly and finding this terrible image at first instance, the Uchiha picks her up from the ground and carries her over his shoulder to disappear into the darkness.

(Y/N) pounds his back with her fists and kicks with all her might to force him to let her go, but Itachi's grip on her hips is so strong she doesn't stand a chance. Traveling among the tree branches and cover of night, they make their way briskly away from what they once called home.

After hours of escaping, Itachi finally decides to put her down and let her rest. She speeds away once she hits the ground, and tries to run away from the one she now sees as her captor and murderer. There is no way to outrun his speed, and she soon finds herself with her back to the ground and trapped under his body.

He looms over her like a predator who caught his prey, covered in blood and with a metallic scent permeating his clothing. The image is eerie, and (Y/N) cannot believe this is the father of her child, the person she fell in love with so many years ago, the one she thought she would build a life with.

Connecting glances, she realizes his eyes look sadder than ever, full of agony and grief, and she can see tears fall from those red orbs. They both cry in disconsolation, joining their lips in a kiss full of nerves and gloom, not knowing how to react in a scenario of such caliber.

Their exchange is salty, brimming with distress and hopelessness, two lost souls who don't know how to find relief. They don't even know when they removed their clothes, lying in the middle of the forest and covered by a blanket of stars. There is not much foreplay, not much preparation, if not a shared need for physical stimulation to bring them out of that shock.

Itachi thrusts into her roughly, (Y/N) feeling an imperative burning the moment he begins to move. The ache helps, and they both grind to a familiar rhythm for their bodies. The Uchiha groans more than usual, and the girl feels shivers from the mix of emotions.

She carries the child of a murderer, the one who wiped out her entire family, the one who’s fucking her dejectedly in an attempt to feel... something. There is a mingling of fluids and excited exhalations between their mouths, tongues connecting with need, and soon the Uchiha finds himself cresting his peak.

He gives himself resignedly to pleasure and allows the overwhelming feeling of satisfaction to wipe everything from his mind. For a moment, he can imagine nothing happened and sees himself on top (Y/N) as if they were sharing a random afternoon of sex and love.

However, the ecstasy soon ends, and he meets his reality squarely.

He tied his girlfriend to his destiny and dragged her with him into a life she never asked for. The girl imagined a future together, and he was sure it was nothing like this.

They would make do.

#itachi uchiha x reader #uchiha itachi x reader #itachi x reader #uchiha itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi #naruto imagines #naruto shippuden #uchiha clan #naruto #naruto x reader #naruto scenarios #uchiha massacre

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clegarie · 10 months

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im jay, im 14. (any pronouns)

as if it was obvious enough, i love pokemon. (palletshipping notably) it's also extremely obvious that my favorite pokemon is clefairy(miltank is second).

you will find basically anything on my blog. things like: music(LOTS of nicole dollanganger, ldr, n marilyn manson), movies, fashion, pokemon (as said before), rants, and sometimes photos of myself. (rants and selfies tagged under nu metal princess).

best posts on the blog are always under "faves".

posts about my platonic bae are under "hannah★" (tag used 2 b spencer★)

bands/musicians i like(faves highlighted): the cure, pink floyd, marilyn manson, foo fighters, deftones, bauhaus, ac/dc, guns n roses, metallica, the birthday massacre, nine inch nails, kmfdm, joy division, london after midnight, depeche mode, korn, slipknot, creed, elvis depressedly, bush, hole, the smiths, jack off jill, nicole dollanganger, type o negative, him, n more i can't think of

pain-station and thesadrooms are my previous blogs (im tired of tagging "my old blog")

links: carrd, spotify, nicole dollanganger archive,(everything else is on my carrd)

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construingseacats · 7 months

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Umireread: Legend of the Golden Witch - Chapter 6: Sandy Beach

Sat, Oct 4 1986 - 3:00PM

The following contains spoilers for the entirety of Umineko. Please do not read if you are yet to finish it.

We finally have our first real entry to the Tips menu in the form of the Epitaph, but it’s just a copy of what it says without any further notes. Going forward I’ll just comment if something is added that I think merits inspection, other than starting each post with “no new tips this time” or “there’s something new but there’s nothing to say about it”.

I mean, I have to make the joke about Maria being the one writing the Tips, right? We get the Epitaph in our “book” and then she pulls it out of hers. Anyway Maria writes all the tips 100% canon confirmed

Battler says he’s hungry and Yasu immediately goes into “I would do anything in the world for you” mode.

Umineko is just full of microcosms of itself, isn’t it? This whole scene of the kids discussing the Epitaph is just one giant metaphor to the narrative structure of the mystery as a whole. The Epitaph tells you about a sweetfish-filled river, so you take it as the truth. You try to figure out where it is, but it’s fruitless, because it doesn’t exist. The same applies to all the testimonies and text that dances around the red truths later - if you take it at face value, you’ll find yourself in a dead end. It’s only when you take a step back and realise what the words actually mean that you arrive at your actual truth.

Absolutely WILD take. You’d really think Maria would be big into the fantasy motifs associated with castles. That being said, this probably does track - Maria has probably been on days out to actual castles and, as a kid, found them relatively mundane and boring. Under the lens of reality, theme parks are indeed the more whimsical of the two, and probably easier for her to lose herself in fantasy-wise.

Hitting the nail on the head there by focusing on the Kanji of the Epitaph being important, eh?

Yeah this was just me at every family meeting when I was her age.

Battler cutting the Gordian Knot here. This is a really interesting line, honestly - it’s a sense of pragmatic bluntness that I don’t recall us getting a lot of later (although that might just be my memory), but moreover, it shows a sense of gunning for answers without caring for the why. It’s definitely a far cry from Erika levels of depravity, but it’s neat to know how much he grows as a person as this story goes on.

I do wonder what Yasu’s thoughts are regarding this discussion. I know she’s rooting for Battler - or anyone, really - to solve the Epitaph, but I’d loved to have seen a beat-by-beat reaction of her internal thoughts to everything going on here.

Maria talks about wanting to believe in Beato and Yasu chimes in immediately. Feed that imagination and you can use her to your advantage later.

Good to know that we’re establishing the servants being willing to lie in service of fantasy this early on.

Battler goes “woah, that’s scary” and then Yasu immediately retreats and goes “nooo it’s not that scary please like me”.

I’m imagining a conversation where Maria asks Rosa for a book for her birthday, a happy Rosa asks her which one she would like, and then Maria goes “The Lemegeton :)”

I dunno man, I used to cast fire strike on scorpions at the Al Kharid mine to train my magic and they didn’t put up much resistance.

I’m imagining an alternate universe where the Rokkenjima Massacre never happens and Maria grows up as one of those girls obsessed with Star Signs and Crystals.

“Even I don’t think of myself as the sort of loser who’d laugh at something like that”. Oh Ryukishi is coming for the throat of anyone who makes fun of other peoples’ interests. I think this is quite a neat comment to drop - like, internally, part of me wants to say that he’s painting with too broad a stroke here, but at the same time I don’t think he’s wrong at all? Like, using the above example of people obsessed with astrological signs, it’s pretty common to see others poking fun at them because obviously it’s not real. But is that a valid reason to disparage them? Aren’t we all retreating into our own personal fantasies of reality, especially when it comes to more existential topics? Umineko, at its core, really is a story of compassion for your fellow man. I think this is quite a direct point for the story to make, but it’s a well warranted one.

Yasu, once again, is writing Battler as the ultimate gentleman dreamboat who would be her perfect partner.

This scene is quite interesting in that it gives you a good insight into the philosophy of the trio here - Battler, results focused, is initially disappointed that the roses will be battered by the storm. Jessica chimes in, saying that they were lucky to have lived and left an impression on them, and George echoes this by saying that the finite nature of their existence is what truly allows you to admire them in their bloom - with Battler coming around to their way of thinking afterwards. I like seeing Battler being so open minded, but I also like thinking of this as a reflection of all of their thoughts about life in general.

Oh that’s a scathing comment from Jessica. Literally one scene ago we had a callout directed towards people for looking down on what brings others joy, and now we have Jessica calling Maria’s obsession “pointless”. That has to be an intentional criticism of her character.

Mother of the year incoming.

The themes of fantasy and reality rise once again. Of course, the rose is gone - presumably it was pruned by Yasu to get Maria into this situation - but none of what the cousins or Rosa is saying here actually helps Maria. You can’t help her with the truth, you can only upset her. So do you force the truth down her throat? Do you make her even more upset, so you can feel vindicated that you’re right? Or do you approach her in a way that might actually calm her down? To be fair, I’m not entirely sure what the right approach would even be in this scenario - I’d presume the best bet is to weave some fantastical tale that the rose ran away somewhere, or that it wasn’t wilting and was actually getting ready to hide before the typhoon hit, so it’s actually safe and sound under the dirt. But anyway, I certainly know what the wrong approach is in this case!

Yasu writes the Ushiromiyas as completely rotten, who cannot be changed and aren’t worth saving. “But Battler, my hero? He’s different. He’s the good one.”

Once again, Umineko is such a good dive into the human condition. I’m almost certain that Rosa and Maria are based on a real case he saw during his time as a social worker. Rosa is a terrible mother, but you can see why she’s ended up like this. Not just because she’s issuing the same treatment Kinzo gave to her generationally, but because she’s a single mother who is not able to cope with Maria’s additional needs and struggles by herself. Her actions aren’t excused - and they certainly aren’t excusable - but you clearly understand why Rosa is like this. I’m so grateful whenever a piece of media is able to navigate a difficult topic like this with an understanding of the humanity behind both parties without just taking the easy route and vilifying one of them.

Wow, George is so great with kids! Anyway, let’s defend the mother who is beating her daughter.

It’s actually really messed up that both George and Jessica are so defensive of Rosa’s actions here. The generational trauma is real - they’ve both absolutely received similar treatment growing up and have become numb to it.

Yeah? You think what Maria wants the most right now is to be left alone? Bet you feel real good about yourselves letting that 9 year old get a beating, huh?

Through the lens of Yasu’s writing, I can’t help but see this as a venting moment - a reflection of the times that she was hurting, that she wanted someone to reach out to her, but it was too proper for them to do so and so a blind eye was turned against her. After all, it’s the Ushiromiya family, their entire tattered history is full of them simply ignoring their problems and waiting for them to go away. No doubt Yasu was frothing at the bit at the prospect of them trying to “wait for the problem to go away” while standing on top of several tons of military grade explosives.

It’s worth mentioning that I’m writing these notes as I go, because occasionally I’ll make a comment and then be pleasantly surprised by seeing a point I make be immediately reinforced by the narrative. Case in point, we have some discussion from Battler about how messed up it is for George and Jessica to act as they do in this scene.

Honestly, I want to revisit a suggestion I made earlier about Maria implanting herself onto the rose - if we read this scene with that assumption, this all hits so, so much harder. The wilted rose, the odd one out, has disappeared - and no-one seems to care. And here we have Rosa basically confirming that’s a one-to-one reflection of Maria’s school life; a wilted rose that people tolerate at best, want to see gone at worst, and the odd one out without any friends regardless. It’s just sad all round.

Also, Fortitude is the perfect pick for this scene - such a great track. Flawlessly captures the emotions at play here.

And we find ourselves in a Kinzo scene to send us out. With no witnesses in the study, this is the fantasy of an empty room. The sound of rain against the window with no-one there to care. A study draped in isolation and silence, all alone. It is left to the reader to decide what is lonelier - this vista of emptiness, or the abused child in the rose garden.

Beatrice.

#umireread #umineko #umineko spoilers

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