#tw based on real people

[bonefall]

I love Mistystar so much. In a world filled with representation of Stereotypical Conservative Grandparent, Mistystar represents all those grandparents who are like. So close. They tell you all these stories of the Horrors they lived through and how that spurred their incredible political activism, and there's so much that the two of you agree on. They're a breath of fresh air at family gatherings because you know that if things turn to Politics, you won't be out here alone against all your conservative kin. But. She just can never take that extra step! She's Meemaw Fascist Murderer, but things like criticizing capitalism are off limits! And you just wish you could shake her and be like come on! You're constantly on the edge of this huge political epiphany, Meemaw! Come with me! And then. Some days. She comes home and is like "You know, my friend said something about [insert insane conservative talking point], and I think she might have a point" and you just want to scream! Meemaw NO! (G-d I hope this is a relatable experience)

It ABSOLUTELY is relatable lmaooo, I've been there in the trenches with you, Nonnie. It is such a unique kind of stress when you have an older family member like that just teeter-tottering on the edge of ONE extra step foward and they DONT TAKE IT

You can file the worst members of your family under "Objective: SURVIVE" and it gives you so much more of a shield against them. You expect dumb shit from Uncle Fungleblock, the Republican Elf, never to the point where it stops hurting, but to the point that you're prepared for the fight.

But nothing prepares you for Meemaw suddenly not having your back when you needed her, because she's genuinely considering that talking point from her friend.

So now you're using the Measured Meemaw Tone, trying to legitimately address her argument the way that sometimes soothing the horse can make it drink, while Fungleblock is casting Racism Fireball at you and you can FEEL his Slur Cooldown ticking away.

You think back to everything she's been through, how gutwrenching her stories are, the things she's experienced, violence and bigotry she's WITNESSED changing over the course of her own life... but on some level, it's as if she's stuck believing that progress is just about fighting The Bad People, or making an argument convincing enough that the good guys win fair and square, and she's gotten as old as she is because she has a support network that your allies may not.

So she never really will truly protect you from Fungleblock himself as long as he behaves just enough. She helps but she isn't your hero. And she'll still keep falling into bigoted traps, because she never will crack that nut and realize the difference between racist stereotypes and material conditions.

Love, pride, and disappointment. How do you hold them all at once? You just let them swirl as they please.

In my experience, at least, lmao. But hey, my own personal Fungleblock threw himself out of Thanksgiving with a tantrum so. Life is good B)

#And this year we're doing a potluck #And I made lasagna #And he will have NONE #And I DONT TALK TO HIM haHA #Want back in? LifT YOURSELF UP BY THE BOOTSTRAPS ABOUT IT #I write a lot of BB political leanings from people I know and the way they process things #And I try to make sure to think through how a character thinks and feels with the direction of the story in mind #Ultimately I think it's important as a writer to remember a character is not a real person. Theyre a storytelling tool #But the best characters are based on real experiences and their actions resonate with something real in you. The reader. #Bone babble #Tw politics #Tw bigotry

[communistkenobi]

fondly remembering two years ago when I said I don’t like those pedro pascal reader insert fics because they were annoying on top of being gross and I got dozens of screaming essays in my inbox calling me a cunt and accusing me of ruining the fandom for like a straight week and now those same people are joining in on the finger wagging about calling pedro pascal daddy and pretending like they weren’t the ones who were calling him shit like “chilean cock monster” and saying they have “jungle fever” for finding him hot and screaming DADDY🥵🥵🥵 in the tags and replies of literally every single post about the mandalorian on this website

#racism tw #xenophobia tw #using both tags to cover my bases I’m aware he’s white dw #but for like 2 years straight u guys did that and now it’s all omg respect his boundaries….. he’s a person….. #those r real quotes also I’m not making those up. people would say that shit on every fuckimg post. and I mean ever post

[luvstruckmutt]

RANT ABOUT PEOPLES WEIRD ATTITUDE ABOUT SHANE STARDEW VALLEY INCOMING!!!

saw people complaining about shane today and saying he is a bad and awful husband and they divorced him after seeing his room and that he becomes boring after he starts getting therapy because the interesting thing about him is his struggle with addiction and after you "fix him" what's the point of being with him And just?? Why?? Did you even marry him?? Like?? I dunno, people are allowed to have opinions on characters but so many peoples' opinions are just?? Really bad and rooted deeply in ableism and misconceptions about mental health/addiction and are super saviory??

I have said this a thousand times but you can't fix people. That's literally not how people work. You can, however, be there for people and try and create a safe environment for them to be able to help themselves!! AND THATS EXACTLY EHAT FUCKING HAPPEMS IN STARDEW!! Shane gets help ON HIS OWN because he is being supported by both his family and the farmer. And to see that just fucking fly over peoples heads makes me so mad because DID WE PLAY THE SAME FUCLING GAME?? YOU DONT FIX SHIT!! YOU ACT AS PART OF A SUPPORT SYSTEM!! (Which is very important but like) YOU AS A SINGULAR PERSON CANT FIX PEOPLE!!

I also just hate the "I can fix them" attitude because, at least in this specific situation, the people saying this are the same people who divorce him because his room is ugly or because he is implied to relapse and still is depressed??? It feels like the same thing as when someone has "spread kindness!" or "love each other!" in their bio and then is the most rancid hateful person ever? The room thing in particular makes me mad because LIKE WHAT DID YUOU THINK IT WAS GOING TO LOOK LIKE?? YOU SAW HIS ROOM AT MARNIE'S, WHAT MADE YOU THINK HIS ROOM IN YOUR HOUSE WAS GOING TO BE ORGANIZED AND SPOTLESS???

Idk like, again, you can dislike Shane and even regret marrying him. He's not very nice to you until you really get his hearts up there so he comes off as rude and abrasive. You don't HAVE TO LIKE HIM!! But so many people just spout hateful shit and it's like god, I hope you never have anyone in your life who suffers from mental illness because even though Shane is a video game character, the stuff you're saying and the ideas you have surrounding addiction and mental health are super toxic and weird and I hope no real person ever has to be subjected to them.

edit (put this in the tags but then wanted to add it to the main post):

#stardew shane #shane sdv #stardew valley #its like also #relapse is often a part of recovery. it doesnt mean the person has given up trying to help themselves or anything it just happens. #and people are so weird for demonizing it or chalking it up to shane not loving you or something?? #i cant speak on relapsing based in addiction but ive relapsed on other things and i know that it makes you feel so disappointed im yourself #to on top of that awful feeling have someone who you thought cared about you get mad and make your crisis all about them must be so painful #again like Shane is a character but the things he goes through are incredibly realistic and mirror a lot of peoples real life experiences s #just think before you fucking speak ig #tw: alcholism #tw: addiction #relapse mention #mental illness #rant #cupid.txt #tw: ableism #🌶️

[fourohfourrealitynotfound]

that night, the bugs and the dirt

For @flashfictionfridayofficial #FFF239 - Seal It Tight

(916 words)

When the door slammed shut behind them, a lump formed in Lockwood's throat. He whipped around and tried to turn the knob: nothing. The door was sealed fast.

"Ugh, Poltergeists," Lucy grumbled somewhere behind him.

Lockwood pulled and pushed at the door, but it wasn't budging a millimeter. Nothing was sturdier than old construction. He slammed a fist against the door.

"Woah, chill," Lucy said. "You're just going to piss it off more. George'll realize we're missing in a few and . . ."

She kept talking, but Lockwood's pulse raced in his ears and drowned out her voice. His breath was catching now, and it felt like a giant hand was wrapped around his lungs, slowly squeezing the air out. Lockwood tried to step away from the door, but his arm bumped into Lucy's shoulder. When he pivoted to give her space, he ended up with his back against the far wall of the closet.

Why the hell were they both searching for sources in here? There wasn't enough room for one person to breathe, let alone two. Wait, how well was that door sealed; were they getting any fresh air in here?

Panic clawed up his chest and throat. Lockwood pushed off the wall and fell on the door; he could barely see it, between the darkness and the tears starting to blur his vision. He threw his torch to the ground and started digging at the place where the door met the frame, desperately hoping he could somehow pry it open—

His arm was snatched away from the door, and hands spun him around until he was forced to face Lucy. There was a shock of cold on his face that forced him to gasp in a breath, and musty air filled his lungs. He realized that the cold was Lucy's freezing hands cupping his jaw, forcing him to look at her.

"Lockwood!" she said. Her tone was forceful and gentle all at once. "Breathe with me! Can you do that?"

He nodded as best he could with her hands holding him in place. He was unable to take in enough air to choke out any words.

"Okay," Lucy exhaled. "One . . . two . . . three . . ."

She guided Lockwood's breathing in time her own, a simple in-four-hold-four-out-four pattern that he was eventually able to start counting along with in his head. When he started to catch his breath a bit more, Lucy pulled him down until they were both sitting on the floor, their knees pressed together and Lockwood's back resting against the wall. Her face was calm all the while, guiding him down from the panic with gentle little encouragements like "you're doing great" and "good, keep going."

At one point, Lockwood tried to blink away his tears, and one rolled down his cheek. Lucy, without a thought, swept it away with her thumb, a firm touch trailing along his cheek and back to her hand. The little motion reminded Lockwood so much of Jessica—who used to wipe away his tears the same way, back when he would get overwhelmed as a child—that tears began to stream down from Lockwood's eyes anew.

"Shhh, you're okay," Lucy murmured. "Keep breathing: out . . . two . . . three . . . four . . ."

Lockwood wondered, idly, where Lucy learned how to do this. It sounded like her mother wasn't the type who was capable of such a gentle action. She had sisters, though. Maybe she had a younger sister that she had learned to help, like Jessica helping young Lockwood through his fear when they lost their parents in the Tesco. Or maybe Lucy got panic attacks too, and an older sister had done this for her. Either way, she was great at this. Lockwood stopped feeling like the walls were closing in on him; he felt instead like nothing bad could happen so long as his face was between her palms.

Eventually Lockwood's sobs and panic lulled enough that he was breathing whole, complete breaths on his own. Lucy pulled the sleeve of her jumper over one hand and used it to wipe away his tears, the other hand tilting his head for better access. "Doing better?"

"Yeah," Lockwood said. He tried for a reassuring smile, but it felt watery. "You, uh . . . you can probably tell I'm not a fan of enclosed spaces."

"No shit."

Lockwood barked a wet laugh. "Thanks. For, uh—"

"Don't mention it," she said. Lucy pulled her hands away and sat back, then winced. "Ugh, there's something—" She reached behind her and came back with her discarded torch and then a tiny rib bone.

"Shit," Lockwood said. "That's not a . . ."

"Have you got a spare silver net?"

"Yeah." He rummaged in his inner coat pocket for the square of netting and passed it over.

Lucy stood and turned to place the net. She gasped. "Oh, it's—I think it's a cat?"

"You're kidding me," Lockwood said. "A cat did all of this?"

"One way to find out." Lucy dropped the net and then turned and tried the door. It opened with ease. She turned to look at Lockwood with a shocked expression; they both burst out laughing, somewhere between astonished and relieved.

Lucy offered a hand and pulled Lockwood up to his feet. As soon as he was out of the room, he spread his arms wide and took a few deep breaths. Lockwood looked up and caught her watching with some concern and gave her a relieved smile. "Thanks for helping me out back there."

Lucy smiled back. "No problem."

#lockwood and co #lockwood and co fanfiction #locklyle #flash fiction friday #fff239 #my writing #tw claustrophobia #panic attack #cw dead animal #like just bones but yk im being careful #title is from 'like real people do' by hozier. ofc. #hoping to one day write a longer fic based on the song and maybe this will be part of it

[6-2-aestheticsofhate]

i have a lot of thoughts on minos in relation to pasiphae and the minotaur (both greek mythological and in ultrakill) but i dont really want to make a lot of posts abt it considering. the topic is generally hard to talk about.

#like i dont wanna go around claiming that the myth went 1:1 in ultrakills lore #because for example sisyphus was more based off a book rather than his mythology (thank god) #so minos might be only loosely based on his mythological counter part as well #but like. the fact that with the introduction of the minotaur enemy we KNOW the minotaur thing actually happened? jesus fuck #like we KNOW ultrakill minos thinks that the people of lust are only punished for loving eachother.... #while his real life mythological counterpart got mad at his wife for essentially being raped by proxy and she had to defend herself saying #why would she want that. she was cursed/forced to do that because minos didnt sacrifice that bull to poseidon #like i KNOW why that was never really brought up in ultrakill that would be. a weird topic to bring up in a funny robot shooter #and i dont think you could accurately handle the themes of rape through lore books you find in levels of the game #but theres just. something about minos willfully thinking his wife did that of her own accord and him refusing to think about how lust #carries more than people who had sex a lot in ultrakill. #again the myth MAY be different in ultrakill. maybe he never even accused his wife of that. maybe he was more understanding #but theres a non zero chance he did #he could be willfully ignorant and think his wife willingly cheated on him. he thinks everyone in lust is innocent/only had consensual sex #because the alternatives are too gross/immoral for him to think about #it might be because i sympathize a lot with greek mythology women but finding out that the thing with pasiphae happened in ultrakill #DID happen made me lose respect for minos. #... also towards a lot of the fandom for joking abt it. #rape tw

[anti-ao3]

i heard that the gay pirate show (that apparently got cancelled) makes you sympathize with characters who were slave owners irl.

what the fuck, is this hamilton all over again???

#lotus.txt #i thought these guys were purely fictional #not based on real people #and why on earth does media keep making the slave owners and colonizers good ppl!!!! #srsly??? #wow thank god i never checked out this show #if anything the fandom always annoyed me #but good god #racism tw #slavery tw

[thesnacken]

Uhhhhhhh

#so uh. medical tw #so I suspect I may have had a (very minor!) seizure #I've been sick and I started laughing into some intense coughing and that's happened before #but it kind of. ticked over to a level of intensity I'm not used to and I'm not sure I was even coughing at that point? #it felt really weird and I was really disoriented for a bit #normally its 'I cough a lot and its very intense and I get a sharp headache as part of that' but this was all out of order #The headache was much later and I sort of... quit? like bluescreened for real? for about 30s based on context #anyway it might've been it might not've been but the event happened and I'm pretty shaken #though at the moment I seem to be okay. assuming a second seizure doesn't happen I have no reason to seek immediate medical attention #I'm just rattled and have a pretty intense headache #the only other problem is that I'm 2 for 4 on responses being 'Well I don't think you had a seizure' from people who weren't THERE #(I was in a voice call but home alone) and I'm a bit upset about that. like I know it COULD have been anything but I'm rattled! #like now is NOT the time to argue about what it was or wasn't! #anyway if you've read this far can I humbly request some acknowledgement? just like. that I exist. #feeling a bit out of my skin and that would be real nice kthx

[normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke]

Psych professors: I'm going to assign a movie that is so triggering to people with severe mental health issues

#seriously the whole movie is based on the fact that pretty much nothing the main character experiences is real #including whole groups of people that he regularly interacts with #it's such a major unreality trigger I so don't want to watch it again #psych classes are often *super* insensitive to how triggering some material can be #unreality tw #actually disabled #neurodivergent

[dragonairice]

#Based on a real experience concocted by my anxiety brain at 3am #Frost Draws #horror #tw horror #creepy #tw creepy #idk man I just want people to be safe and I know stuff like this is triggering to a lot of people including me

[frilledshark-enthusiast]

I don’t care how woke or politically correct you are. Saying that certain people are not human even based on actions has never been and will never be a good idea 

We’ve seen it time and time again that it’s a slippery slope, yes even those people 

#dehumanisation tw #based on someone saying rapists arnt real people

[poisonousquinzel]

personally I think it's an improvement that we've evolved enough to care about the morals and personal views of the celebrities. I'd take people asking genuinely if so & so is problematic or has done anything questionable over people not caring at all. Indifference isn't a good when it comes to these influential people, especially because their views will be broadcast to a much larger audience regardless. It's a good thing to question the intentions of the richer celebrity folk in our world and to not trust in them blindly.

#'oh but what about cancel culture its so toxic ' thats just the internet. #there's always going to be people on the internet who take things too far and are way off base. that doesn't make cancel culture real #none of these celebrities are personally affected because someone with a username like 'kinkywitchwhisper' ironically started a #hashtag/is over party #there's like 10 people maybe who have been Cancelled ™ and tbf they're fine. they're thriving. and their business partners don't care #i mean like cmon some of the biggest cancellations I've been around to see in real time #have had NO lasting serious impact on the person being called out. #like Logan Paul literally got 'cancelled' for filming a dead suicide victim back in 2018 and has since gotten a redemption arc #and now people are acting surprised that he's still a pos after he scammed a bunch of folks #or the entire 3 part Dramageddon #Jeffree didnt get drove off the internet #he left because he wanted to go farm in Wyoming and do drugs and threaten people on his isolated ranch #and Dawson returned and still gets millions of views per video. #sure its definitely a large number drop in comparison but its still MILLIONS #and it's not like its not common knowledge in those sections of YouTube in regards to what they did. #tw suicide mention #in tags at least #not dc

[musical-chick-13]

*puts my head in my hands* The reason that so many of us say, "I don't trust people who say that all men are evil no exceptions you should never interact with any of them for any reason" ISN'T because we are coddling abusive men, it's because we a) don't want to get into bioessentialism territory, and b) are WELL aware of your history of using this rhetoric to blame women who are abused by men because "Well men are horrible, what did she expect, she brought this on herself."

#tw: abuse mention #'feminism focuses too much on men!! we forget about the women!!!' I mean. in some cases yeah probably but that is NOT what is #happening here when I express my distrust of this phenomenon. #like...no I don't think we should have to clarify every discussion of misogyny with 'not all men' and I am WELL aware that when most women #go 'ugh men' they are complaining about the patriarchal system in place and do not LITERALLY mean Every Single Man #and at the SAME TIME: saying that men are inherently [x] & that 'can't be helped' and women are inherently [x] & can do no wrong #is. bad. you get why saying that men are inherently violent and [insert bad quality here] doesn't ACTUALLY fight misogyny right #you get why telling people 'this is NOT based on a systemic issue or cultural factors that can change over time and is just an Unfortunate #Part of being born as [assigned gender] that no one can help' doesn't. bode well for your cause right. RIGHT. #'welp ALL men are like this it's just The Way Things Are!' congratulations you've horseshoed back around to the very argument #people use to absolve abusive men of violence against women. look at you. real feminist hero there. #ugh let's hope THIS post doesn't get picked up by the t---fs #actually I'm going to make this non-rebloggable #lmao watch me get labelled as 'not caring about women' on The Women Blog #watch me get called a straight person when the primary thing I do is talk about how attracted to women I am a;sdkfja;lsfjksdfl

[corbinite]

Caitlin Riley: *does a funny lil sketch parodying how chaotic and mentally ill mothers are portrayed in 'artsy' films*

Audience: "haha yes funny ALL NARCS ARE EVIL BY DEFINITION THERE ARE NO EXCEPTIONS IF YOU ARGUE AGAINST ME YOU'RE PROBABLY A NARC"

#mine #i wanna fucking punch someone #you can always tell which commenters spend too much on tiktok too cause they say 'narcs' instead of using real words #ableism tw #there's something deeply deeply fucking wrong with how these people talk to other people #this shouldn't be fucking normal #going up to a stranger you know NOTHING about and deciding all this shit about them based on 0 information #and in case it wasn't clear I'm not attacking Caitlin Riley her sketch was brilliant as always #i may have spent the better part of an hour fuming replying to comments instead of doing laundry

[viruslearnt]

he is so mentally unwell <3

#get therapy king u need it #ive seen this cutscene a million times but actually experiencing it myself after building up to it the whole game- oof #also the fucking- convo right after u get back to mother base #everyone looking at kaz like 'oh god hes gone insane for REAL this time' #i wish I had that convo about the lady who says she isnt into kaz bc she thinks hes scary (bc of his anger) bc thats the same category #people dont LIKE him anymore. hes not the same man of the people he was in p.eace walker #blood tw #gore tw #just in case

[nezukoo-channn]

A/N: Tell me you haven't written a complete story in a while without telling . I haven't written in a while, so I thought to write this down. To my boredom and inability to control my feelings, this is my mother . A short story based on mythical creatures and living in the city. I do hope you'll enjoy it.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: GORE, BLOOD, DEATH, AND KILLING. Please read with CAUTION.

What you'll read below the cut is my mother, written by @nezukoo-channn . Warnings are given in advance. Proceed with caution.

My mother

(no fandoms in particular,~3,000 words, not proofread)

Her mother is a strange lady.

She isn't in her bed before dawn but when the sun shows up, she's standing over my bed, calling her name. When the little girl fell like not wanting to answer, her mother sighs before she tickles her feet and she laugh before getting out of bed.

Her mother is a strange lady.

She works as a doctor in a hospital but adores the night shifts. As she says, "di naman madaming tao sa gabi. " And her daughter asks, "Ma, hindi naman ka natatakot?". Hearing that she laughs before answering what she always says, "Aba, hindi ha. Baka sila ang natatakot sa akin. "

Maybe she was right, maybe they were afraid of her more.

My mother is a stranger woman in terms of appearance. Her long black hair could never be tame with all the amount of hair products she uses, her eyes a deep dark brown, almost close to a black seems to glare down at anyone looking at her. Even if she's barely five feet tall, it seems like she glares up om you from above.

But to her daughter, her mother was the most beautiful of them all.

One afternoon, before her mother left for work. She reminded her the set of rules she always instructed. If the girl's being honest, she memorize them by heart.

Finish your assignments, have dinner, and wash the dishes.

Take a nice shower, brush your teeth, and get ready for bed.

Lock all doors.

Go to bed before 9:30pm.

Don't wake up (unless needed) before sunrise.

And under no circumstances, to open the door to mother's room before sunrise.

"Mama, how will you enter the house?" She ask her, she stops at her tracks and looks at me. The current ulam she cooked, Menudo was for tonight's dinner and rice is ready. Mama approached me and knelt to match my small height,

"If there is a will, there is a way. "

She considers herself lucky and never ever questions it anymore. Mama smiles before she kisses her forehead.

"Your dinner is on the table. I need to go now. Don't forget. "

"Yes, mama. "

And the door locks behind her. She is always alone but sometimes, her neighbors check up on me, to see if she's okay and they always report back to her mama. Life has always been like that...until one evening.

She hears a crash from the living room and hides under her blanket, trying to supress her tears. Who is it? She wonders. What if they want to hurt me? No. No one will hurt me. So long as mama is around, she'll be okay. The cries gets louder and stronger. Gripping under the blanket, she tries her best not to peer over what's above her. She shakes under her blanket, trying not to cry and whenever she try to call for her mama, she can't. It seems her voice is stuck inside her mouth, it wants to come out but couldn't.

All she can do now is curl up into a ball under the blanket and wish the crying stops.

Her mama shows up inside my room and softly wakes her up. Adjusting to the rays of the morning sun, she sees her mama and cling onto her and start crying.

"Mama..." She sniffle before crying. Mama hushes me before she asks why I'm crying.

"I heard crying last night mama...from the sala mama... Mama the crying was so loud, it scared me. "

"Hush now, Rosa. " Mama softly whispers, rubbing her back. "It was just something in your imagination,okay?"

"But the crying felt so real mama! I heard it last night, so much pain mama. Maybe, if we can find them and we can kiss the boo-boos away, they won't cry."

"You say the crying felt real?" Mama asks, she nods her head before crying on her shoulder again. She softly sighs before she pats her on the back. "You have nothing to worry about, Rosa. Remember?"

So long as mama is here, I'll always protect you. It's my duty as your mama afterall.

She nods her head before she blows my nose on the tissue her mom offers.

"There, there, Little Rosa, please don't cry . Now come on, get up already. We'll have breakfast. " Her mom says, instantly cheering up her mode. She quickly gets out of bed and rush out of her room but stopped to see something.

Mama has a boo-boos in her arm and stomach. She look to her and start to cry again.

"Mama, are you okay?" She ask her and start to cry harder. My mother look at me in confusion and nodded her head.

"Mama, you have boo-boos. I need to kiss them for the boo-boos to go away!"

"Kung gusto mo, baby. Baka makakatulong naman."

She wipe off my tears and smile before she get back to work. Mama sat down on her bed and she kisses her arm that has an injury and her stomach that has one too.

"Mama," She says, trying to act like her when she gives her diagnosis to her patients. "You need a lot of rest and love for your boo-boos to go away and make you feel better. "

"Yes, doctor. " She says playing along before she gets up and we head to the kitchen.

My mother isn't a strange woman. She gets hurt like me and she gets kisses to feel better.

My mother has a lot of stories about home. Before the city, she lives far away from the city and lived in the province where she helps her mama too. In the province far far away, she met my papa too.

"What's my papa like? What is his name? Why isn't papa with us here? Where is papa now? Does he know me?" She asks one day, mama didn't have work that day and decide to stay home for the evening.

Little Rosa loves it when her mother stays home at night.

Mama laughs before sitting down beside her. "One question at a time please. "

"Okay!" She says laughing, "What was his name?"

"Val."

Val...so cool.

"What was papa like, mama? Was he cool? Was he super gwapo? Was he kind to mama?"

"Super gwapo, Rosa. Did you know you got your eyes were from him? He was so brave and strong too. He was kind to mama and loved her very much! His cooking too is delicious."

"Wow, mama! Papa seems like the coolest man in the world!"

"He sure was. " Mama sighs before leaning against the couch, her eyes stare up to the ceiling, "He sure was. He's the only man mama ever love. "

"Mama, where is papa and why isn't he here?"

That night plays behind her back, his screams, the strong winds, his cries for help, and how she disregarded them due to her hunger. That memory plays and plays on as the silence in the room consumes them.

"Mama? MAMA!" She calls out for her. Mama sits up straight and looks at hed, "What was it? Mama zoned out, sorry. "

"Where is papa and why isn't he here with us?"

"Papa...well, Papa is sleeping for a long long time under the ground. That's why he couldn't be with us. "

She tilts her head in confusion, "Will we ever get him to wake up?"

She can see her mom sigh before she shakes her head. She frown before asking her my last question, "Does he know me?"

"Yes. Very much so, you're his daughter afterall."

My mother isn't a strange woman. She falls in love like some people do, has stories about her past, and has people close to her heart. Rosa wonders though why she and her mother never visit the province.

"It's for your safety, anak. " She says one time during breakfast, "May mga masasamang tao at hindi parehas ang probinsya kaysa sa dito. "

She never brings up that topic again because of her reaction. She stops eating, her glass nearly drops to the floor. Her eyes seem to darken to a pure black. Her teeth grit as she holds her spoon and fork tightly.

As time goes on, her mother gives her a phone so that we can still talk whenever she has free time in her ever busy work schedule. She also says she should be careful when handling it since its my responsibility now.

One day on the way home from school, she sees a huge black dog with brown eyes. She manages to stay afar and open her phone, taking a cute photo of the door before sending it to mama.

Isn't it cute, mama? She texts before she turn off her phone and head back home. Once she arrives home, she follows the rules she set out just like every night. A notification interrupts her study and sees that mama has replied to her message.

Don't let the dog in or approach you.

She laughs before she types, mama, the dog didn't follow me home.

She hears scratching from the door and what seems to be a dog's cry. Did the dog follow her all the way home? Or is it a different one? This went on for a few minutes before the scratching stops and the cry dies out. Terrified of what happened, she quickly finishes all the things she have to do and goes to bed.

My mother is a strange woman indeed.

She knows when dogs would arrive near or around the house. When she asks her if she likes them, she shakes her head. She didn't like dogs. As the days go on, she keeps seeing that big black dog but will quickly run away from it.

My mother is a strange woman.

She never gets angry at me. She always just reminds her nicely before forgiving. At most, she wouldn't make her play outside for the day. That was until she breaks one of her rules which was to never enter her room before sunrise.

She needs to get her phone's charger one evening that she manage to forget to get in her mother's room. Its late into the night, probably around 11:30pm when her open the door.

Its dark inside Mama's room. I opens the flashlight in her phone and finds the room to be extremely... ordinary. There's Mama's bed, her body covered in a blanket, photos of herself and them as a family on the table. A strange bottle filled with mysterious contents but has the strong smell of rotten eggs and a closed wardrobe. She sees her charger and walks out the room.

"Goodnight. " She says. No response. Rushing back to her room, thinking she hears something, she quickly charges her phone and goes to bed.

My mother is a strange woman, according to my neighbors. Since I'm her daughter, I'm also subjective to their harsh words.

"Narinig mo ba?" She hears one of my neighbor say to another while she was outside, playing with the other kids her age.

"Oo. Ano ba ang pangalang niya? Lily ba?"

She stops. Lily is her mother's name. What are they planning to say about her? She walks away from the other children and tries to listen in. She knows it isn't right but, that's mama they're talking about.

"Oo, Lily nga. Aswang kaya siya." The neighborhood whispers. She pauses...My own mama? The woman who raise me and took care of me? Who makes me the best food ever...an aswang? That doesn't sound nor feel right.

Her neighbor's face is in shock, "Eh? Paano mo nasabi?"

"Kinain niya kaya ang sanggol na dinadala ni Maria. Ngayon, baka naghahanap 'yan ng pagkain. At nakita mo yung bata sa bahay niya?"

"Yung anak?"

"Baka aswang din. Hindi lang natin alam. Baka pinakain din sa kanya. "

She stays there... Those aren't real so mama and I can't be one. They're just mean. She didn't let that bother her and continued playing with her friends before her mom calls her in for lunch.

"Ma, have you heard ang sinasabi nila tungkol sa atin?" She asks her getting the plates and utensils. Her mom stops what she was doing and looks at her, "Ang ano?"

She places down the plates and utensils before she starts to cry, "Mama, they said aswang ka at magiging aswang din ako. Mama totoo ba ang sinasabi nila?"

Her mother stops before she pulls her into a hug, softly rubbing her back and kissing her forehead. "Rosaline, listen to me. " She says in a stern voice. She slowly looks up to her, her eyes still heavy from her tears. She sighs before she wipes her tears away.

"No, of course not. They're just saying things they haven't seen themselves. Monsters aren't real okay? Mama isn't an aswang and neither will you be, okay?"

She nods her head, slowly hugging her. "You promise, mama?"

"I promise, little one. Now let's have lunch, I made you your favorite. "

She nods once more and sits down on her chair. Mama approaches the table, meal in hand and we ate.

My mother isn't a stranger. My mother isn't a monster like what those neighbors say. Of course she wouldn't, I'm her daughter and I know this for a fact. Mama isn't a monster.

Mama isn't a monster, not at all.

As the days go on, mysterious deaths start to rise around their neighborhood. Their whispers getting louder, targeting her mother. Parents remind their children never to go near their house or play with little Rosaline. By sundown, all the kids run back to the house. She runs back inside the house after another afternoon becomes evening.

"Mama, they're still calling you an aswang! " She yells but her mother didn't reply. All she could do is stare back at her. Her eyes look empty, no reaction from her. "Just eat dinner. " Her mother said before she continue looking. She yells again for her attention but nothing happened until she felt eyes looking at her.

"ROSALINE, JUST EAT DINNER ALREADY!" Her mother yells at her, snapping out. Rosaline looks up to her in fear before stepping back. She scowls at her daughter's action before she gets up, approaches her room, and closes the door behind her.

Her mother is a strange woman today.

Curious, she runs to her room and opens the door. The smell of rotten, pungent eggs makes itself known. Gripping on the door handle, she hears her mother chanting sometimes beneath her breath. She open the window before her body segments.

Her lower half stands up there as her mother develops wings of a bat and flies out of the window.

"MAMA!" She calls out, crying from the fear. My own mother...they were right.

Her mother is a monster.

Her mother didn't hear her as she flies through the night. Scared for her life, she runs outside of the room and to the kitchen. She looks around for salt and garlic before finding a small amount of ash. Breaking back into her mother's room, she slowly place the salt and ash around her lower half.

She tries to be brave, trying to keep a strong face. They were right, they were all right. Her mother, whoever she is in that form is a manananggal.

Lily is a manananggal.

It is slowly approaching dawn when her mother returns , entering through the window. She still couldn't believe that my own mother is a monster.

"Rosaline..." Her mother says in a terrifying tone, her eyes bleeding red, as her wings flap. "Reverse what you did to me. "

She looks ook up in fear and scream, "YOU'RE NOT MY MAMA! YOU'RE A MONSTER! DON'T COME NEAR ME!"

"ROSALINE! REVERSE IT!" She screams at me, her voice a bloody tone. She couldn't approach her body and she hisses in pain when she tries too. She couldn't because of the salt and ash near her lower half. She grabs the bottle near her, the one with the bad smell of rotten eggs. She raises it above her head and smashes it on the floor, her mother screams as the smell fill the room and she makes a run for it. Her mother following behind her.

"ANAK, HINDI MO BA AKO NARIRINIG?" She can hear her yell behind me as she runs outside her room. Rosaline couldn't believe it.

Lily is a strange woman.

Terrified, she runs until she reach the kitchen, grabbing the closest thing near her. A kitchen knife and salt. She places the knife between her and her mother.

"Rosaline—"

"DON'T APPROACH ME, YOU MONSTER! You're not my mother!"

She tries not to cry further more but everytime she approaches closer to me, she flinches trying to make sure the knife is still pointing at her,as she keeps getting closer.

In the monster's eyes, she can see her. Her mother. Her eyes were so similar yet she is so different. She tears up before trying to putting on a brave face once more.

Glancing at the window, she can see the rays of the sun slowly to peak. Lily is in a panic, her eyes look at her with desperation. She didn't care. That isn't her. mother. Quickly, she runs back inside her room.

Lily is a monster and Rosaline is fighting for her life.

Grabbing the lower half, she runs to the closest window and places her lower half, standing between it and Lily trying to merge back.

"Do you not care for your mother?" She asks getting weaker and weaker by the second. She grips on the knife tighter,

"Hindi mo ako anak at lalo na hindi kita nanay. "

The sun slowly start to rise from the sky, it's rays touching Lily. She screams out in pain and agony before she hits the floor, her head crashing the floor, blood bleeding out. As the sunrise arrives, her monstrous face slowly turn back into human.

Back into her mother's face.

My mother is a strange woman. My mother is a monster.

"Rosaline..." She says in a low tone, coughing out of loud, she can feel her skin slowly burning. She drops the knife and slowly approaches her, "Mama?"

"I'm sorry."

She grabs the fallen knife once more. "No, mama. I'm sorry." She says before raising the knife above her mother's head, stabbing her.

Again. And again.

Blood splatters around the floor and by the time, the sun fully rises, her lower half burnt away and she was left with her mother's lifeless body before her upper half burns away. In her peripheral vision, she sees a small black chick come out of her mother's stomach before it runs away.

Her mother, Lily was a monster.

And now, Rosaline, her daughter is one too.

A/N: it's been a while since I've written (and completed something). It's a simple, kinda horror vibe between mother and child. I have gotten attached to Rosaline and Lily (might write some more things about them, if you guys don't mind seeing it. I'll try to improve things. You can leave some feedback so long as its not insulting , I'd love to read it. Hope you enjoy this read.

#nezukoo-channn #nezukoo channn #tw//blood #tw // death #tw// gore #please be cautious when reading this #writing #nezukoo channn writings #my writing #writers of tumblr #short story #horror story #not based on anything in real life #philippine horror #will reblog with the filipino lines and references translated in English for people who couldn't understand #i hope you enjoy #im not the best in horror and it's my first time writing it i hope it does okay

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Something something, being in a relationship with a more adjusted Traitor/villain!Kiri means dealing with the fact that yer fridge may end up having human body parts in it from time to time

#hc #//Mans can't eat a whole sb in one sitting; sometimes brings that shit to his special hiding place for laters if he's allowed to keep #cannibalism mention tw #//I say 'more adjusted' bc before he's accepted the fact; being a villain or the fact that he eats people #//Mans would just tear the stiff to shreds; panic/get yelled at then dispose #//Once he's more used to it; he goes back to his usual 'welp; waste not whatnot' #//Hates wasting food; no matter what it is; so he'll ask for help getting it back to base #//The thought just started out with me mulling over villain!krdk ngl #//Bc I like the idea of poor v!deku nust tryna get a snack only to meet a faceful of guts in a bag #gore mention tw #//Mans ia just 'Wtf Ei; AGAIN???' while Kiri tries to argue well where ELSE can he store it??? #//Works best with villain!sunr.iot tho I think #//Bc Ei can get his fill of fresh meat; and Tama can benefit of the Quirks said victims had #//Honestly more incentive for Ei to go after people; tbh. Then they fight over portions fjbfb #//Bc Tama needs the QUIRKS dammit. but Ei's a real hungry lad too! #//They prolly divide the shit based on how useful Tama can make the abilities #//Boom; bonding right there. them taking time out of their days to figure Quirk uses #//A twisted spin on their off duty activities in hero verse #//Y'know what; I could vibe with that #//Platonic or more shippy vibes villain!sunr.iot with this idea #//Two horrible roomies fighting over who gets what rights to what stiff #//What will win; Ei's insistence on having priority bc HE brought them home or Tama's need for new powers #//Obvi Tama; but Ei still puts up a fight every time (Tama always wins) #;mun has spoken #//Idk; thinking shit like this rn bc I saw a thing #//And bc am at a wedding party and the overwhelming racket of it all is making me wanna go feral #//So I'll let him do that lol #//Not that I have wifi to DO that the way I wanna; so it's just a hc/idea post now