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mneiaifics · 2 years

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Throne of Glass: Choices

Originally posted on May 25, 2020 at AO3

Summary: They win some battles, but lose the war. Book 7 AU.

Ships: Erawan/Dorian (pre)

Warnings: Kingdom of Ash spoilers, Dark, implied consent issues

They'd failed.

He still didn't know how, when it had suddenly seemed as if everything was going right. Dorian had been too caught up in their plans against Erawan and then...and then it hadn't even mattered. They'd never gotten the chance.

Worse was that he was alive, as were so many of the others. The scar around his neck seemed stiffer, seemed to hurt again whenever he considered their fate.

Dorian had expected a cell, or even just to be chained up in the mud and left there, that he was given a room fit for a noble and regular, decent food, albeit with iron cuffs on his wrists and ankles, made his anxiety worse. Was this for the next Valg prince to occupy his body?

He was dragged to Erawan on the fifth day of his confinement, unsure if the guards were being gentle with him (and they were, technically, wearing a version of Adarlan's crest so may have even served his father) or if it was simply because he was cooperating. There was no sense in wasting his energy fighting them, he'd need it all to resist the Valg put inside of him.

Erawan lounged on Terrasen's throne, looking every inch a king. He watched silently as Dorian was brought to a stop in front of him and motioned the guards away after they pushed Dorian to his knees.

"You seem...diminished." Dorian scoffed at the words, hiding his confusion over the topic. "What did you and that Fae creature do to destroy the keys?"

Seeing no reason to hide the information, now that the deed was done, he replied, "Our ancestor made a deal with the goddesses of this world, that they'd help us forge the lock. But...."

"But it took most of your magic to do it," Erawan finished, as if the events were now obvious to him.

He stood, ever graceful, and approached. Once he was right in front of Dorian he caught his chin and lifted his head, leaning in, studying his eyes. "Your magic was hiding you, but now I see."

"What?"

Erawan chuckled, pulling away. "You'll know in time. We'll have so much of it, trapped in this useless world until enough death-maidens can be found."

Healers, he remembered Erawan's explanation at the end of the fight, while he and Yrene confronted him.

If they'd had just a few minutes more....

But they hadn't, something below, something with Aelin, had failed and as Dorian held Erawan in place and Yrene tried to destroy him, the tower collapsed around them.

Erawan saved them both. Dorian knew that wasn't a good thing.

His eyes looked around, nervous, searching out the familiar circle of black stone. He'd worn one in nearly every nightmare he'd had, thought he'd be able to recognize it anywhere.

"How long are you going to play with me?"

Erawan's eyebrows rose. "Why, Dorian, I don't think you could even comprehend how long I'd like to keep you."

He felt sick. "And when do you shove another collar on me?"

That made Erawan frown. For a beat, he was still, quiet, and then he drew the formal dagger at his waist and Dorian flinched, confused and worried.

Erawan took one of Dorian's arms in his hand, so, so gently. When the blade pressed against his flesh, Dorian was still so unsure of what was happening he didn't even attempt to squirm away.

The cut was shallow, just enough to draw blood.

He watched in horror as it welled, slowly gathering, dripping down his arm. Black dots marring the floor below.

"No."

"We commit many travesties against each other."

"No."

"But we keep enslavement to lesser races, no matter what Maeve may suggest."

"No."

An illusion. A trick. It had to be.

Your magic was hiding you, Erawan had said. But he had to be lying.

Dorian's magic was barely a trickle of what it had been. And now it was completely suppressed with iron.

But this couldn't be the truth. He felt like he was falling apart, his mind the glass palace shattering underneath him.

When he could think again, could comprehend the world beyond his pitch black blood, he realized he was on the ground, head resting in Erawan's lap, the Valg King's hands stroking through his hair.

"Why?" he groaned. "Why tell me? Why care?"

"Once we break open the lock, you'll be fully yourself again," Erawan murmured. "Powerful enough to be my match. And I've been too long alone...I crave a Queen by my side."

"...What?"

"Maeve is my brother's wife. Your dear Manon has proven less than I hoped her to be. But you...you're still young enough, still unaware enough, that you haven't chosen how your soul will settle." Erawan leaned over him to meet his eyes, gold glinting victoriously. "And I have a dungeon full of reasons you'll make yourself exactly what I want you to be."

Original Notes:

Lol so idk one of the things I absolutely hate about Throne of Glass is how like cishet gender roles are so obsessed over by Maas. Whhhyyy would parasitic demons from another dimension with dark magic have the exact same two cis genders and nothing else and basically have human gender roles? It's bad enough the Fae we're all caught up in weird human masculinity bullshit. So, anyway, my pet headcanon is that the Valg choose their "gender" in their youth, knowing there's some trade-offs (for example, supposedly female Valg are more powerful, but Maeve seemed to be below her husband in their hierarchy). It's why female Valg seem rarer and Valg who are of lesser power than princess would never choose it because the trade-off is worth less to them, which is why we never see/hear about lesser ranked female Valg. Erawan was interested in Manon as the closest equivalent to a Valg Queen around, but his realization that Dorian is a young Valg "monarch" has given him another option.

#ship: erawan/dorian #theme: dark #theme: alternate ending #theme: valg lore #theme: valg dorian #fandom: throne of glass

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lil-oreo-cookie · 20 days

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The Eye in the Closet [Pages 8-9]

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hauntingblue · 27 days

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Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

#i still cant believe how much this new opening theme goes off.... DREAM SAVE ALL OF US 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH 💥💥💥💥💥💥#wait a second. the robot attacked 200 years ago. the void century was 800 years ago no????? what #oh see it was made 900 years ago.... but why did it attack 200 years ago then.... what happened #it is still so funny how they made evegapunk einstein but with some cunty long legs #200 years ago they gave rights to the gyojin!!! i see i see ✍️✍️also i still wonder why law and kuma have similar hat and pants designs #like there is NO WAY that much similarity isnt done on purpose. NO FUCKING WAY!!! I NEED ANSWERS!!!#are they annihliating cp ships akdhakskd yeah vegapunk letsgo #also the opening song is about dreams and the end one is about luffy reaching shanks...... havent got a clue why but there it is #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 1098 #also is lucci named lucci bc it kinda sounds like luffy. SERAPHIM KUMA HAS HIS DEVIL FRUIT???? vegapunk could only make zoan fruits????#also wdym when cp0 acts it means its some historic event. lucci is like 25. where are the experienced people here #sentomaru works for vegapunk??? maybe i forgor about this tbh also do theu have a doffy seraphim??? the fact they have animal names....#stussy letting kaku get hurt akdhsjsn oh atlas has lamb ears..... and lucci said she is is prey... no..... the foresahdowing :(#lucci you fucked up she just gave luffy food... that a death sentence look what happened to kaido #episode 1099 #<- oh my god btw. god. jesus.#why is akainu telling the cp0 what to do or thinks he can do that... thats the world gov... also thinkng about how garp should fight him #and not luffy.... because of ace you know... i still wonder how did sengoku know who ace's father was... there is only one man who knew....#everyone trying to stop them from fighting ajdhsksjks two rabid dogs fr #LUFFY TAKING OFF HIS JACKET WHEN LUCCI ASKS FOR HIS WANTED SIGN!!!! GO OFF KING!!!! SLAY!!! THE CREW SAW HIM!!! FINALLY!!!#i have been smiling since he started the transformation this is so sick...... i have got a case of the luffy brain #zoan fruits steal the personality of the user when they awaken ✍️✍️ luffy???? nami being the only one who saw gear 5 <3 twins manifesto #robin being so shook about luffy being a god ajdbjansk wdym devil fruits exist because people wish for them. fairy magic real????#WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE FROM ALTERNATE REALITIES WHERE SOMEONE DREAMT ABOUT THEM??? DOES HE TRAVEL THRU REALITIES FOR THEM???#jinbe has been making this face 😧 every episode three times it is amazing ajdhaksnsk poor man... now he sees a kid angel version of himself #after seeing hia captain turn into a god... he is gonna get a stroke OMG SENTOMARU WE JUST GOT YOU BACK #episode 1100 #<- CRAZY. INSANE. OH GOD. ONLY 12 LEFT. THATS A WEEKEND!!! I CANT DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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bonetrousledbones · 3 months

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the past couple days i have been putting so much work into a little lore puzzle-ish thing only to now remember that like 3 people will see it because nobody looks at desktop themes anymore

#trousled rambles #i think. i will be turning off the default mobile theme option 😊#will it likely make the thing a little bit miserable for mobile users because this specific theme is Extremely catered to a desktop? yeah #but. well maybe that is a necessary evil for fucking with html and searching the ends of the earth for workarounds where it's outdated #everything always caters to mobile users nowadays anyway yall can get on a laptop !!!!!!!!#its a theme from 2015 btw. in case you were wondering what kind of hell i put myself in #but i have looked for alternatives so many times and everything else is even WORSEEE #the only music player i could find capable of more than 1 song was so out of theme it was genuinely too jarring to keep #i tried the good old scm music player and it didnt even WORRRRKKK #i respect ppl who have neocities n stuff so much bc i think any more than this very basic code editing i'm doing would kill me dead

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icekingandbetty · 8 months

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i'd like to think that f&c showing simon dead in every other universe so far is less foreshadowing and more stressing the point of how rare and lucky the situation he's in back in his ooo is. like just being alive there and then is pretty miraculous but he's that and in contact with his daughter (who is alive and happy) and a group of friends who- while they can't fully understand his distress and grief- love him!

#p #like overall mission here aside he's pretty clearly pained/distressed seeing the bad states alternate finn/bonnie/bmo are in #i hope he understands that him somehow succeeding in wearing the crown again would make them all similarly upset #by the end of all this at least #simon #fionna and cake #edit a week later: just heard theyre giving me a trophy for smart little boys who understand themes

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downtherabbitholewithlucy · 7 months

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👻LIMP BIZKIT'S HOUSE OF HORRORS👻

(a terrible, poor excuse for a Halloween campy-"horror" fic that was never intended to be a fic... but yet here we are. Warning: Foul language, "jumpscares"... sure, if you wanna call it that.)

(no seriously, this is not good. turn back now and spare yourselves)

You'd heard the rumors for so long. An old house at the edge of town supposedly haunted by the trapped souls of a band where nu metal went to die. Why did nu metal die in this house? Well no one really knows. But you were here to find out.

You walked into the decrepit house. A chill traveled down your spine. You weren't sure if it is the rain in cool October night or something else.

The wind outside howled, causing the door you stepped through to slam shut.

You immediately turned around and tried to turn the doorknob with no luck.

You stood there as reality set in.

You were stuck here. You shook the flashlight in your hands and turned it on.

A voice stirred you from your thoughts.

"Welcome to my haunted crib punk."

Your eyebrows shot up at the sound. You turned around, trying to find the source of the voice, but there was no one there. "...umm, h- hello?"

"Didn't you read the fuckin' sign outside? What'd ya got a death wish?"

"Who's there?" You raised the flashlight and aimed the beam in front of you.

"WHOA! Easy with that thing. You're gonna blind somebody."

You raised the beam to your face. "I'm not gonna ask again. WHO'S THERE?"

"You do know I can see you right? Even without the flashlight. But since you can't see me, let me introduce myself. Name's Fred Durst. I'll be your host. You're ghost host."

"Isn't that from the Haunted Mans-"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"Look, can you just help me find out what happened here so I can get out of here?"

"Bossy much. Okay, okay, look... all the answers you're looking for are right up those stairs."

You scoffed. "You've gotta be kidding?"

"Nope."

"Can't I just like, you know, ask you what I want to know?"

"Nuh uh. I don't do interviews. Media twists words for print."

"The media? You do know I'm not a journalist and that you're a ghost, right?"

"Up the stairs. That's how this works."

"Geez, now who's the bossy one." You rolled your eyes before making your way up the steps, each one creaked louder and louder.

When you made your way up you found a long hallway adorned with eerie portraits.

You looked at the inscription below each, 'Sir Wesley Louden Borland. Lead guitarist known for his eccentric looks'.

The hallway continued on forever. Strange artifacts lining the walls.

"Huh, that's an odd take of an armored knight."

You kept walking.

"Wait... did it just, move?" You took in a deep breath. "No you're just imagining things. Don't be silly."

"Yeah, it does that sometimes."

"WHA-?"

"Handsome, right?"

"Wait... FRED?"

"Don't look so shocked."

"I thought I couldn't see you since you're a ghost."

"Nah. I just like to fuck with people. I choose when I want people to see me."

The exasperated look on your face said it all. "What the hell man? Just help me get outta here."

"Sure thing. Just pick a door."

"Huh?" You turned and faced the direction phantom Fred was pointing in.

A short hallway with five doors.

You blinked.

"AHHH! SHIT. HOW did you get there? And why do you look different?"

"I'm a ghost. Remember? I'm everywhere. And I look how I wanna look. You don't like it, that's your problem."

"Look, whatever. How are those doors gonna help me?"

"One of them holds your exit. And who knows maybe you'll find the answers you're looking for.

"Fine. Let's just get this over with."

You marched to the first door on your left. Before you could open the door, you heard banging and clashing over and over again. It just got louder the more your hand reached out for the knob. With a twist and push, you opened the door and were hit with the sight of blinding lights, swinging chains from the ceiling and a figure seated at a drumkit. His back turned to you.

The figure banged on the drums like a madman with a chaotic beat. The lights flicked like a strobe flickering around his form. You got closer, hand reached out to tap his shoulder, but before you could even make contact, his head twisted all the way around to face you whilst his torso remained still.

"TAKE 'EM TO THE MATHEWS BRIDGE!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

You ran out the room and slammed the door shut.

Fred's mocking laugh echoed from the distance as you braced your hands against your knees and caught your breath.

"No luck with that door I guess?"

"WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THIS FREAKING HOUSE FRED?"

"Check out the other rooms and you'll see."

You huffed under your breath and marched forward to the next room but not before muttering, "I'm so over this nu metal rendition of Five Nights at Freddy's".

"I heard that."

"Good." You pushed the next door open and stepped inside.

It was pitch black. Not even a window off in the distance to illuminate the floor. Your flashlight had stopped working and wouldn't turn back on. Great.

You heard a sound, grating, like nails on a chalkboard.

You stood there, frozen like a statue, but the sound kept becoming more piercing.

Suddenly the sound reversed backwards, then repeated back to it's original tone before reverting back again. It kept on going like that over and over until the scratching sound got repeatedly faster until the sound changed.

"Are those... horns?"

The sound switched to an upbeat hip hop tempo and a light shone in front of you... and it wasn't from your flashlight.

A pair of floating hands hovered over a turntable as the ghostly fingertips spined the records.

The light grew wider, illuminating a face with a black weed ball cap shielding his eyes.

"DJ LETHAL FROM HOUSE OF PAIN IN THE BUILDING!!!"

The DJ's hands lifted off from the records as the song continued to mysteriously play. The records started to levitate above the turntables. They rotated, thin side facing right at you before sharp knives protruded from the edges charging at you like Chinese stars.

"WHAT THE FU-"

You turned back around and bolted out the door, shutting it before you could finish your expletive statement as the razor sharp records pierced through the wood of the door on either side of your head.

"FRED I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T GET ME OUT OF HERE IN THE NEXT-"

woof, woof.

"-huh?"

You looked down, only to be greeted with a wide set of jet black eyes attached to a yellow face. The figure crouched at your feet. It looked human, well not really, more like an alien... but it acted like a... puppy... maybe.

You bent down to get a closer look. "Hi little fella." You slowly reached out to pet it's head.

Fred's voice echoed along the halls, "I'd watch out for him. He-"

"OWWW."

"-bites."

You stood up to nurse your bitten hand. "You little fucker."

The creature growled and stood up on two feet, sharp canines ready to bite again.

"NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN!" You backed off and ran away, heading for the next door, entering it and slamming it shut.

The creature's growls died off in the distance.

A low, treble rumbled around your ears like surround sound.

In front of you, several feet away, a shadowy figure with red glowing eyes stood still. Suddenly, his glowing red eyes appeared to have multiplied down the length of his body.

The low sound seemed to be mirroring the rapid beating of your heart.

You gulped. Loud.

Spotlights illuminated from the ground and you were surrounded by mirrors.

Suddenly the shadowy figure was everywhere. His reflection beaming off every mirror as the spotlights on the floor casted enough light on his sinister face and the long bass guitar he was holding.

Before you knew it the strings detached from the bass' bridge and snapped out like wild whips ready to make contact with your flesh.

You cried out in horror not knowing which direction they were actually coming from and worse, not knowing where the door was through all the mirrors.

You swore the strings were coming right at you in dozens of different directions, but when you never felt anything after each whip, you grew more afraid.

This was psychological warfare.

Without a second thought, you chucked your flashlight out in front of you and the image of the bass wielding madman shattered to the ground revealing the door once again. You ran to it and exited the room as quickly as you possibly could.

When you made it out into the hallway again, you were met with "the alien puppy" once again waiting for you in front of the door across from you, only this time it had transformed into a demonic mutt.

"I take it that's his doghouse- er- um, room?"

The haunting voice of Fred chuckled. "Yeah, a little of both."

You looked back at the demon pup.

It barked at you before scurrying around and moving into the room that was already slightly opened, waiting for you to follow.

"Do I even wanna know what's waiting inside?"

"Don't think I could describe it to you even if I wanted to."

You sighed. "Jesus Christ."

When you made your way through the door you were stopped by a ghostly figure wielding a sharp sword.

"HALT!"

"Wha-"

"What brings you into my lair?"

"Your lair? What are you talking ab- Who are you?"

"The name is Sir Wesley Louden Borland." The phantom stated in a terrible British accent.

"Ohhh, like in those creepy photos in the hallway."

"Creepy pho-" The phantom's accent quickly faded into a nasally American accent that was clearly offended, before he cleared his throat and doubled down on the Brit tone. This time it echoed in a cheesy villainous way that vibrated past your ear drums. "You haven't answered my question. What brings you into my lair?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't even know anymore. I was searching for some philosophical answer to nu metal, but honestly, now I just wanna go home man."

"Very well then. To escape my lair you must complete one task."

"What's that?"

"Figure out which Wes is real."

"Huh?"

Before you knew it the sword-holding-phantom had vanished and two figures had emerged on the other side of the room.

"REALLY?"

The two figures stood still.

The one, piercing through your soul with an eerie set of double eyes, none of them blinking.

The other, perched high up on a wicker chair, glaring down at you like a sleep paralysis demon haunting your slumber.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?"

The phantom's voice echoed through the room again. "Figure out which Wes is real."

"Yeah, you said that already Mr. Ghost-Phantom-Man."

Silence.

You shook your head in annoyance and started to tip-toe your way further into the room, closely analyzing the two figures' features as you made your decision on which you were going to interact with first.

Yep, not the sleep paralysis demon.

"Okay mister four eyes, let's check if you're real."

You tickled his mustache.

Nothing.

Grabbed him by the suspenders and sent it snapping back.

Nothing. Didn't even move one bit.

"Guess this is just a really good statue. Alright then, Mr. Sleep-Paralysis-Demon it is."

You marched over to the tall figure and tugged at it's long silk robe it wore.

Nothing.

You reached up for it's hand and was surprised to be met with such hardness. Like stone.

"What the heck! Hey Mr. Ghost-Phantom-Man? I think you sent me some defective Wes dudes over h-"

And that's when you heard it.

The sound of two down tunned guitar riffs going off in the distance.

Your eyes widened.

The guitar went off again.

Suddenly the whispered voice of Sir Wesley Louden Borland was right there in your ear. "You seemed to have forgotten the one standing behind you..."

Your teeth chattered as your body involuntarily turned around, slowly. There was nothing but darkness there.

"...I present to you, Bloody Butcher Borland."

The guitar riff sounded off again and from the shadows emerged bold red figure with fresh blood smeared all over it's body.

He flashed a wicked grin before twisting the neck of the guitar off it's body and it transformed into a sword. He held it up to the light.

"...wait a minute... that's Sir Phantom-Dude's sword!"

Before you knew it the bloodied figure was chasing you, sharp weapon in hand.

"OHMYGOD!!!" You exclaimed as you ran for your life, trying your best to run around him and reach for the door again, but the room was somehow getting larger and larger. The distance between you and the door growing further apart.

You looked back and that's when you really felt like you were going to shit yourself.

You were being chased by Bloody Butcher Borland, as he was joined by every single form of Wes that you'd encountered. Sir Wesley Louden Borland, Four-Eyes, Sleep Paralysis Demon, Demon-Mutt, and Alien-Puppy.

"FRED I COULD REALLY USE YOUR HELP HERE! HOW DO I GET OUT OF THIS ROOM? IT JUST KEEPS ON STRETCHING!" You yelled out as your legs continued to bolt for the door with no luck.

The ghost voice of Fred grunted around you, "Ugh, do I have to do everything around here?"

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

"Fine. Here. Catch."

"WHA-"

You heard a whooshing sound above you as you saw brown object dropping in mid-air. You reached your hands out and caught the hard object.

A ceramic rabbit.

And that's when you heard it. The charging footsteps behind you went still and a choir of monotone voices erupted behind you.

"LUCY."

You looked down at the rabbit in your hands, then looked back up at the hoard of Wes figures standing still in front of you, in a trance.

"Is this what you want?" You shook the rabbit figurine out like a teddy bear in front of a baby.

The hoard shook their heads 'yes' in unison.

You gently placed the figurine on the hard floor beneath you and slowly walked backwards, watching as the room began to shrink back to regular size as the hoard of Wes' made their way to the rabbit like travelling zombies.

"MUST PROTECT LUCY. MUST PROTECT FRIEND."

You looked on at the odd ritual in front of you as you continued to make your way backwards until your back had hit the door.

With a sigh of relief you grabbed the doorknob, twisting it open, but you stopped, looking back at the figures in the middle of the room as they took turns clutching onto their ceramic friend like a bunch of Neanderthals'. You had to admit, it was a heartwarming sight, well if you set aside the near-death experience of it all.

You made your way out the door and closed it tight.

You looked ahead at the last door. That had it be it. The exit.

You walked over to the door but quickly stopped. Standing there in contemplative thought. You whispered to yourself in revelation, "Wes lost his friend, Lucy, so then he lost his spirit. When the band lost their friend, Wes, they lost their spirits. When nu metal lost the band, nu metal was no more..."

"So it looks like you did find what you were looking for after all, huh?" Fred's ghost appeared in front of you once more.

You looked up at his ghostly figure, "It all makes sense now."

"I guess you're finally ready to walk through that last door."

"Yeah... I guess so."

"Alright, partner. Keep on rollin', baby. You know what time it is." Fred said softly with a wink.

You shared a knowing smirk with his ghost and opened the door but stopped before going through it, turning back to look at Fred's ghost inquisitively.

"Wait, so why did y'all haunt this house specifically. Was this like where y'all held band practice when starting out?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "Did anyone ever tell you that you ask too many damn questions? Jesus. Yeah sure, that's the reason. Why not? Now get lost. The haunted house tour is over." He shoved you out. "Don't forget to pick-up your souvenir photo at the exit giftshop."

"Souvenir pho-?"

SNAP.

A bright light flashed from the porch awning... or maybe it was lightning. Either way you were too distracted by the blinding light and missed a step on your way out of the porch, tumbling down to the ground.

Thunk.

You were knocked out cold.

When you finally came back to your senses, a figure in white stood above you.

You blinked a couple of times to unblur the image.

"TRICK OR TREAT PUNK. TAKE SOME CANDY FOR THE ROAD."

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 👻🎃🦇💀🐈‍⬛

#if you made it this far waiting for me to explain to you what the hell you just experienced... well you're guess is as good as mine.#listen this started as a small photo post I had saved to my drafts months ago for spooky szn #but then it evolved into this psuedo-fever-dream-halloween-dumpster-fire-fic-with-photos #if you're curious there was going to be an alternate ending where you woke up & realized you had tripped major balls off Lee's kush stash #but I just got lazy and ended it where I did #somewhat of a sappy-halloween-themed hallmark tumblr post with a sprinkle of campy “horror”... if you can even call it that.#so there ya go I guess #If anyone unfollows me because of the sheer stupidity of this post... honestly I don't blame you.#Lucy's Bizkit Boo Bash: Countdown to Halloween #Limp Bizkit #nu metal #Fred Durst #Wes Borland #John Otto #DJ Lethal #Sam Rivers #down the rabbit hole #just give me something to queue

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eorzeashan · 8 months

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The Rishi Trio would go as the castlevania trio for halloween but then fight over who gets to be who (Lana: I think I should be Alucard, as the only dark lord in the room. Theron: you're making decisions by yourself again? how about we let Eight have an opinion for once? Eight: *thinking about his next sandwich and not even listening*)

#swtor #ooc #alternatively they argue too much and go as the inuyasha gang instead #theron's not thrilled to be a Belmont. but the themes and brown hair does suit him.#lana would flip flop between alucard and either sypha/maria renard but she'd rock any of those #in the end feels guilty and lets eight go as alucard bc his hair's getting long and when asked he only shrugged and said he didn't care #jadus shows up as Death much to their surprise. and shrill screaming #theron always does this thing where he's like oh *I* see how it is you're treating eight badly again. despite having a history of the same #bad treatment towards him as lana but gets offended on his behalf and eight doesn't even notice LOL

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zhongrin · 1 year

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— fin.

alrighty, i will be cuddling the shit out of a certain dragon after this but before that, a small bonus (read: silly doodles) because we all need therapy after all that (or at least i do) -

"i had a nightmare."

"but i just went to buy milk-"

/silly

we both have separation anxiety now so that's that 👍🏻

#rin plays ebg #'ebg afterparty' event #ok for REAL this time things are going to return to normal lol #i hope the ebg event was enjoyable for you as it was for me hehe #i loved every second of it #altho i was in pain™️ at the same time hskfjskjdlsjdlsfj #thank you for sending all the asks and rbs and creating entire POSTS for this event #thank you for your patience and encouragements for my noob art🙈#thank you for going along with my silly whims #thank you thank you thank you thank you <3 #i can't express how grateful i am to have such a supportive and amazing community and friends. it still feels so unreal to me #if you missed the event i'll post a little masterlist latr so you can go through all the post. i mean i doubt anyone would be interested bu #it's more for me myself to go back and reread the asks bc man. that was so much fun. the most fun i had in a while tbh #literally the whole time of this event i nearly neglected genshin (and work but we dont speak about that-) HAHAHAHAH #gimme a bit to do the theme changes and such!! <3 #i did not expect to get soo invested. i just wanted to make a mini au thingy for the ebg and.... and somehow..... this happened.........#i'll be reblogging some stuff from other people which are related the ebg too for the next few hours lol-#feel free to tag me if you want me to see anything you made!!#should i...... post the 'alternate ending' sketch....... HMMMMM...... it's so roughly drawn tho shdlfjskljdfk #rin selfships #zhongrin

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aftgficrec · 1 year

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hi babes!!! I'm looking for this fic that I want to read again but just can't find!!!!! basically, (from what i remember) Neil is a shadow traveller who travels in the shadow realm ever since Mary died to escape his father!! if I'm not wrong he's found after he breaks into the foxhole trying to find medicine to heal himself and for some reason he gets bound to Andrew!! also, he's very friendly with some hellhounds!!

if anyone can help me i would be very very very grateful!!!!!

Hi! This is a fic we’ve rec’ed a long time ago here, and we’re happy to rec it again. Hope you enjoy your reread! - S

Heartlines by Nekojita [Rated E, 291539 words, complete, 2017]

The Fae king and queens have gone away, closing the knowes behind them and abandoning their offspring to the mortal world. As the Fae have spread far and wide, their bloodlines thinning if not vanishing forever as they flee from mortal persecution... two Fae have found a way to reopen the knowes - Kayleigh Day and Tetsuji Moriyama. The Fae regroup once more, the balance of power shifted amongst them, and 'changelings' appear now and then in the mortal population.

Andrew Doe is one of those changelings, a young child suffering in the foster system, shunned by his peers for some reason and hearing voices in his head.

Alex - the latest name gifted to him by a charm - is on the run along with his mother from his father, using their talents as shadow walkers to slide between worlds and stay one step ahead of the powerful Fae. Except even that is not enough anymore. Except that's not Alex's only talent.

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An urban fantasy where I throw Fae, necromancy and magic at TFC characters, pretty much!

tw: canon-typical violence, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/non-con, tw: non-consensual drug use, tw: rape/non-con, tw: emotional/psychological abuse, tw: implied/referenced alcohol abuse

#fic #neil josten/andrew minyard #au: fantasy #au: fae & fairies #theme: angst with a happy ending #theme: enemies to lovers #theme: slow burn #theme: mutual pining #theme: pov alternating #tw: violence #tw: rape/noncon #tw: implied/referenced abuse #tw: emotional/psychological abuse #tw: implied/referenced alcohol abuse #tw: nonconsensual drug use #sapphoherselz

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nailtagyuri · 8 months

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when i was 12 this was the coolest most mindblowing shit ever i was genuinely so obsessed with it I'd read it very day like the bible. I would die for a version of this with the post 3D world content over my country

#i hve vs super mario bros on my switch bc i wanted to chronologically play through the storied hero timeline and i couldnt find a rom #I think it has the same appeal as spid.erverse kinda except instead of multiple different people filling the same role as sp.iderman its #the same guy it's still mario but the changes come from things going differently at certain points in his life do you GET ME!!#LIKE!!!!!!!! MOST OF IT'S DETERMINED BY WHAT HAPPENS IN YOSHIS ISLAND AND THERES ALTERNATIVE PATHS IF HE WINS OR FAILS!!! GAME OVERS HAVE #CONSEQUENCES THAT BRANCH INTO THEIR OWN TIMELINES MARIO CAN END UP WITH DIFFERENT PARENTS ITS SO COOLLLLLL #and i love how each of the major branches has their own theme like “action hero” is the one with all the gameplay-focused #mainline titles “storied hero” is the one with all the M&L rpgs and more plot-heavier stuff and “blue collar hero” is this third one #with all the donkey kong titles and wackier/arcade titles WHERE i might add his design had a blue shirt and red overalls #and the tl builds off of those games into nsmb so i like to hc that he kept his early 80s design well into the later games <-autistic sorry #AND how thetimelines represent how their different backstories have influenced their personalities and thought processes a little like #what happened to mario in the blue collar branch like he either becomes EVILL!!!! and kidnaps donkey kong leading to dkjr or #divorces peach and has a self isolation arc after nsmb2 whats going on w him...#and i LOVE how all of them have a sort of common event where bowser invades the mushroom kingdom and in each timeline its #represented by a different variation of the original super mario bros game with action hero's event being represented by smb itself #which is fitting since thats the branch where mario and luigi ended up with their intended parents and everything went as planned #and i think a general theme here is that the more things go against intention the sillier it gets dont even get me STARTED on the time #travel shenanigans in bottom right which lead into the handheld remakes i love this so much its unreal #i do wish paper mario wasnt explained away as a dream but like thats its whole other world and art style and itd be difficult #to fit it into one of the major branches so i get why it was done. i probably wouldve just given it its own isolated bubble in the corner #at that rate i probably wouldve added so much more shit to the main tl im talking game&watch games i look at this and i see a pitch #for a full feature length autism production you understand

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seaweedstarshine · 1 month

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Sometimes I think of Amy Pond, who grew up being called mad by those who wielded the word as a tool of exclusion and shame —

Amy Pond, who though forced into the hands of four psychiatrists, still clung to that which they called madness until those systems which elevate psychosocial conformity above humanity stripped it from her —

Amy Pond, whose imaginary friend reappeared for a single hour after twelve years and reignited that faith before disappearing for two more years —

Amy Pond, who spent those those two years under the same implicit threat ingrained in her through psychiatric violence, and thus began to believe the man who stopped the invasion was “just a madman with a box,” only for him to agree, and to also call her “mad, impossible Amy Pond,” reframing madness as non-negative for the first time in her life —

Amy Pond, who ignored the disembodied voice of her imaginary friend even as she ran away with him for real, who still lived each day with the traumatic internalization of deviancy dictated upon her by the psychiatric-industrial complex that shaped her from childhood —

Amy Pond, who wouldn't acknowledge the Doctor's voice, such that it took an Angel in her eye that was literally killing her to ensure she couldn't reality check herself —

Amy Pond, who stood before a room which muttered about “the psychiatrists we brought her to,” and though afraid, escaped their rigid parameters of acceptable existence.

#I like seeing it as indicating she began hearing his voice when he was gone for all those years! why else wouldn't she say anything?#actually psychotic Amy agenda #Amy Pond #eleventh doctor #reclaimed language #oh look its another antipsychiatry themed doctor who post #sumn abt in Fairies At The Bottom Of The Garden audio AND Imaginary Enemies comic we see Amelia bein called slurs against psychotic people #(shes called psycho in both)#like!!! and SO MUCH OF AMYS STORY is about her claiming her agency in ways that previous companions weren't allowed to-#companions whose status as a Wife was a signifier of an to end of their value individually- 'this is no place for a married woman' etc #in some cases Wife-ness forced upon them *as* a denial of agency 'I spent all that time trying to find you I'm not going back now!' etc #whereas Amys story deconstructs that; Amys “Choice” is an illusion- Amy being a Wife doesn't demote her agency as an companion #anyways I love that aspect of reclaimed agency for Amy but ALSO #“madness” as an expression of agency against systems of oppression is SO relevant. the mind defends itself and the alternative isnt better #the oppressive system in this case being ableist structures and the psychiatric system ITSELF which is a whole other layer #the moral being that even if the Doctor WAS a delusion? he'd still be a needed coping mechanism for a child who says “ppl always leave”#and instead of examining her feelings of abandonment they insist 'aLiENs DoNt ExIsT' as seen in the 'sTaRs DoNt ExIsT' psychiatrist in TBB #they don't care that she's in PAIN- why would they?- they just care that she's 'abnormal' and therefore not deserving of humanity #(eleventh) doctor is neurodivergent tag #I mean technically this is about Amy but I once (twice) used that tag on the post about the Master. its the spirit of it!#and Amy Pond + her Raggedy Doctor as “mad” people is very *chefs kiss*#((you know what im putting the tag on my last Amy post :D ))#Mels experienced this very differently and I'll make a post about her at some point- I just wanna make sure my points are got across better #sumn abt Amelia's “crazy” was Mels' “delinquency.” Amy treated as if she doesn't know her own life while Mels treated as threatening #sumn abt adultification of Black girls while Amy is infantilized #Amy Pond who could rewrite reality in a reborn universe because she grew up with a Crack in her wall that no one believed was special —#ableism #saneism #unreality #because I mean Amy's stand against psychiatric dehumanization was to REWRITE THE UNIVERSE with her Crack powers

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Chapters: 30/35 Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men (Comicverse), X-Men: First Class (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Agent Carter (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Raven | Mystique, Peggy Carter, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Victor Creed, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Howard Stark, Hank McCoy, Emma Frost, Cecilia Reyes (X-Men), Armando Muñoz, Logan (X-Men)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Post WW2, Teenagers, Teen Angst, Psychological Trauma, Experimentation, Friendship, Judaism, plot heavy, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Period Typical Attitudes, Discovering Powers, Growing Up, Developing Friendships, Slow Burn, Some dark themes, a lot of Yiddish, mostly because Erik curses a lot, Feels, Self-Doubt, Dissociation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Period Typical Bigotry, Eventual Happy Ending, Major Character Injury, No Major Character Death

Summary:

The year is 1949. A young Charles Xavier begs Peggy Carter to save his sister's life, and soon he finds himself trapped inside a secret base with a boy who can manipulate metal and insists that they both have powers.

A very well documented story about growing up, trauma, found family, defying societal norms, and changing the world. ---

"How... are those magnets? Do you have some magnets in your pockets?" Charles hovered over him, looking for the trick.

"I am the magnet." The boy smiled wolfishly at him. "You can understand me?"

Erik was a welcomed distraction, and God knew the only friend he had was his sister. At least if this boy was a figment of his imagination, the one he conjured up for himself was his age, and interested in talking to him. "Are you an agent? What do you mean by being a magnet? I... of course I understand you. How old are you?"

"I'm 16. No, I'm not an agent. I'm their project. Their pet." He smirked brightly and dangerously as he let the coin float up from his hand and then through the air, up near the lights. "As I said, I don't need magnets. I'm unique."

"How so?" He suspected, but he needed to hear it. He needed to believe his sister was not the only one in the world. "And sometimes kids acted as agents, I read about it. In Germany..." He cut short his babble as he caught the other boy's expression and experienced a wave of red-hot anger hit him. For an imagined power, it certainly picked up some very strong vibes from Erik.

"Trust me, I know all about Germany and kids." The taller boy cut him off, voice sharp as he rolled his sleeve up, the coin flying off and hitting the wall with a sharp clunk. He showed Charles the numbers on his forearm and pulled his shirt down, sneering a bit. "And I wouldn't put using children past some of the men here. But no, I'm not a soldier. I'm a project."

"Did they give you powers? I... I'm Charles, by the way. My sister is Raven. She's... well, she's blue."

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974206/chapters/97481529

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