The problem with having OCs is that sometimes you wanna read about your little guy being in situations but unfortunately he is YOUR little guy and no one is gonna put him in that situation but you. Tragic.
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The problem with having OCs is that sometimes you wanna read about your little guy being in situations but unfortunately he is YOUR little guy and no one is gonna put him in that situation but you. Tragic.
You are an unreliable narrator because your coping mechanisms for your deep-seated trauma forbid you from acknowledging the reality of the situation. I am an unreliable narrator because I sincerely have no idea what the fuck is going on.
trope i really like is self-loathing characters desperate for the catharsis of punishment for frankly rather selfish reasons who r also obsessed with repeatedly pressing others into hating them and hurting them as essentially a method of self harm. yes baby continue making it worse for urself and everybody around u instead of doing an actually productive and effective journey of improvement and redemption
Hey so uh… I’ve barely written in the past five years, and somehow I’ve managed to write 20k words in the past week.
We’re so fucking back.
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Just posted an update to a fic I haven’t touched in five years. Feeling like the fuckboy of fanfic writers.
Long time no see, but I just need yall to know that this is my superbowl
I don’t know who is a Tik tok editor on here, but I need someone to make a foxxay drag path edit RIGHT NOW.
Was really trying to follow the canon timeline with my venable fic, and like it kind of does, but only if you squint your eyes so tight they’re closed.
Apologies but this is a vent post.
I told my mom that I was planning on going to grad school. She completely shit on it. Not because I was going to grad school, but because the career I want isn’t what she envisioned for me. She didn’t even try to be happy for me.
What’s worse is that I was expecting it. I wasn’t planning on telling her, but my sister had already said something. I knew she wouldn’t be excited for me. I knew she would try to talk me out of it. The funny thing is this is a career I’ve wanted for years, it’s not a surprise. It makes good money, and I’m good at it. It makes sense.
The good thing is, I’m still going to do it. I’ve learned that some of my best decisions have been things my parents have strongly pushed against. It just sucks that I don’t have a support system for it.
Take Me Back to Eden- Venable x reader- Part 4
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Short little update for you all, I know the beginning is slow but I promise it'll pick up soon! Thanks for reading!
Word count: 1.4k+
Warnings: Vomiting, references to ED, cannabilism (?)
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You spent the next day doing exactly that, stuffing your emotions down and following Venable around like a lost puppy. It became clear within the first hour that this position wasn’t a well thought out one, as Venable didn’t have a single thing for you to do. If she wasn’t doing it herself, Mead would do it, and you knew Venable was growing annoyed with your constant hovering, as were you.
Eventually, you gave yourself the task of refilling her water pitcher, if for nothing else then to give you something to do. While you knew Venable didn’t take to kindly to acting out of orders, you also knew she didn’t know what to do with you, and if she couldn’t find a purpose for you, it was only a matter of time before your purpose was her own sick entertainment.
You ignored her glare as you reached for the pitcher and walked out of the room, following the endless winding hallways down to the kitchen. You didn’t know the last time the pitcher had been replaced, so you handed it off to a member of the kitchen staff, choosing to sit there and watch while they scrubbed and put it through the dishwasher. The last thing you all needed was some sort of brain eating bacteria to spawn from the still water, and even if they were keeping up on sanitization practices, you didn’t think Venable had the forethought to not mess with the people that handled her food.
When you returned with the fresh pitcher, Venable seemed significantly less irritated with your presence, and you could see the wheels turning in her head, which was the entire point of your interruption. The woman had always been extremely set in her routines, and until you gave her something to give up, she wasn’t going to give up anything.
Take Me Back to Eden- Part 3- Venable x Reader
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Had to give yall something on the Queen's birthday. Enjoy!
Words: 2k+
Warnings: Language
You weren’t told why they were taking you, and you weren’t told where. You had just gotten the alert on your phone when they showed up, dragging you out of the chaotic café just moments after the newscast went dead, a chilling rainbow of colors lighting up the screen.
Signal lost.
You weren’t sure how they found you, but suddenly you were being dragged down a series of stairs and locked in a cell, far below the city. A few moments later, you heard another cell open, then another, and then screams as the lights went out and the entire structure began to shake. The other two inhabitants talked to each other, but you didn’t make a sound, you couldn’t, not when you knew that all of this was your fault.
By the time they loaded you into the car two weeks later, you weren’t even sure your voice still worked. The other two were surprised that you had been below them all this time. They asked you questions, but you just stared blankly ahead, watching the never-ending haze that stretched in every direction.
When you arrived, you were sent to decontamination, being subjected to the same protocol you designed, being stripped bare and scrubbed down from head to toe. Somehow, knowing the very valid reasons behind it didn’t make it any more bearable, and you cursed yourself for designing something so inhumane. You trailed behind Emily and Timothy, staring down at the floor as you entered some sort of great room, and then you heard her speak.
Cordelia has the saddest storyline in all of American horror story and I don’t care if you disagree with me you are wrong.
Someone asked me to explain, so I’ll oblige.
Timothy and Emily being in the bunker was foreshadowing, which we know because at the end of season 8 we see that their child is the second antichrist (which makes absolutely no sense but whatever, we’ll ignore it). But, it also foreshadows that the antichrist is an endless loop, when one falls, another rises in its place.
Which means, Mallory is going to have to battle the antichrist again and again, potentially for eternity because the timeline keeps getting rewound. Now, each time that timeline is pushed slightly back, but still.
In order for Mallory to gain her power, Cordelia has to fall. She has to die in every timeline, over and over and over again. And based on the first time around, it’s heavily implied that she will have to kill herself in order to do it. Every. Single. Time.
Imagine you spend your whole life thinking you’re worthless, and when you finally think you’ve figured it out, you realize your worth is in your death. And not only does it happen once, but you have to do it again and again.
Also need to add that the AHS world is canonically one universe, so every single character has to relive from 2015 onward over and over again.
That means Ally also has to go through the cult shit on a continuous loop. I'll let that sink in.
Take Me Back to Eden- Venable x Reader Masterlist
Will be updated as new parts are added!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5 (Coming soon)
Wishing all of you a very merry "I suddenly have the motivation and time to write a minimum 10k fic"... please
Cordelia has the saddest storyline in all of American horror story and I don’t care if you disagree with me you are wrong.
Someone asked me to explain, so I’ll oblige.
Timothy and Emily being in the bunker was foreshadowing, which we know because at the end of season 8 we see that their child is the second antichrist (which makes absolutely no sense but whatever, we’ll ignore it). But, it also foreshadows that the antichrist is an endless loop, when one falls, another rises in its place.
Which means, Mallory is going to have to battle the antichrist again and again, potentially for eternity because the timeline keeps getting rewound. Now, each time that timeline is pushed slightly back, but still.
In order for Mallory to gain her power, Cordelia has to fall. She has to die in every timeline, over and over and over again. And based on the first time around, it’s heavily implied that she will have to kill herself in order to do it. Every. Single. Time.
Imagine you spend your whole life thinking you’re worthless, and when you finally think you’ve figured it out, you realize your worth is in your death. And not only does it happen once, but you have to do it again and again.
Cordelia has the saddest storyline in all of American horror story and I don’t care if you disagree with me you are wrong.