Honestly Rui's situation in Orre is horrifying if you think about it. Here she was, on a trip just trying to visit her grandparents, but she revealing that she possesses a special ability at the absolute wrong time ended up putting her life in grave danger. And arguably her family's lives too.
Trudly and Folly literally abducted her, and who knows what was going to happen to her in captivity. If those two weren't incompetent and Wes wasn't present at the perfect time, she wouldn't have ever been seen again. It's also fortunate Wes agreed to be her guide, otherwise she would've been all on her own and basically defenseless against Cipher (who at that point, after she spoke with Es Cade, put a target on her back).
my dad, who was super involved in blood relations when i was writing it, is adapting it into a screenplay for fun. he will not show me it until it is done, but i was helping him with a computer issue and tabbed over to final draft and was met with the following:
FINN
FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCKFACE YOU’RE A FUCKING SICK BASTARD FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
Level one: Yes, my novel is gothic horror, because it is about a wealthy family that refuses to acknowledge a past mutilation between two children until the wronged child, now an adult, kidnaps his cousin, with the fate of the vast estate hanging in the balance.
Level two: No, my novel isn’t gothic horror, because while it contains elements common in gothic horror, the prose is matter-of-fact and focuses more on dialogue than description, and it contains no supernatural elements that throw a light on the hidden family trauma— all of the horror comes from how the two main characters dissect their family’s dynamic in close quarters with each other. Besides, it was not intended to be gothic horror.
Level three: Yes, my novel is gothic horror, because there’s incest and a big house.
Titus squats down in front of the other he had just kidnapped. They were tied up and gagged and soon should be waking up. He puts his knife under their chin and uses the tip of said knife to lift their head so they were looking at him once they woke up.
"Ah." He grins delightfully as their eyes open up. "There you are. I told you I'd get you one way or another. You wouldn't come with me, so I had to take you by force."
"Shhh." He whispers as he slowly moves his knife from under their chin and then drags it down their neck and chest, slowly. "You going to play nice and not scream if I take the gag out?"
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The girl had been sitting there at the local police station. Her body had been shaking nonstop. And no matter what the officers did to try and calm her down, it proved to be fruitless. As what energy she did have had been drained from this experience.
Grace had accidentally gotten lost. She found someone who she thought was Alyssa, except it wasn't; and the little girl had been taken away. She couldn't entirely understand what the scary grownups were talking about, all she knew was that they wanted her. For one reason or another.
The poor thing had been terrified during the entire ordeal. With only her beloved dove toy being the sole thing bringing comfort.
That was until the door had slammed open and it looked like her mother. Grace had gotten a jolt of energy as fear surged through her body, yet that subsided the moment Alyssa embraced her.
She knows this scent. She knows this warmth. It really is her.
"Mommy!!!!" Grace sobbed and sobbed into Alyssa's shoulder, "Mommy you're here!!! I-I-I was so scared!" Her tiny frame practically vibrated against the woman's body as relief finally had come.
"I thought...I...I thought I'd never see you again..."
tonights dream, i was staying at a hotel with my partner. as we were trying to check out i realized id forgotten something in my room, and we missed our leaving bus. there were no others until tomorrow. while planning to stay another night we ended up in a hostage situation. someone had been collecting a lot of other people from the hotel into one room to hunt us, or something of the sort. it was a friday. i had to make a pilk. i even tried in the dream, thats how determined i was. someone did manage to get me out but i refused to leave everyone there, so i challenged our kidnapper. my partner slipped me my dressmaking scissors and i stabbed the kidnapper through the back but they didnt die. i can recall putting my hands around their neck and strangling them.
after all of that, which there are far more details that i do not recall, everyone who had been kept there by this kidnapper shared a massive room with us. we ended up partying until very late, though i was trying to work on something before i went to bed... i recall telling the girl next to me, "i hope the neighbours arent pissed at us [for making so much noise]" and she said "we just got outta a hostage situation, i think we can party as hard as we want." she was very right.
i’m miss 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐲 , miss 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ; i’m at the bottom of me . miss androgyny , 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 what i’ve done to me . i am 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 like i wanted to be ; not your 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 . misguided , high-minded ; i’m missin' the train . and i don’t know where i’ve been ; and i don’t know what i’m into ;and i don't know 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 to me . and as i watch you 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 into the ground ; one 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 was that i never let you down so i’ll 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 and i’ll 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 . i’m 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , i’m 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 . and as i watch you 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 into my head , we’ll , there’s a man who’s telling me i might be 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 . so i’ll 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 and i’ll 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 . i’m 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , i’m 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 .
( cis woman, she/her - cauldron made mind witch ) underneath the sparkling sky, did you see charithra chandran being tipped by the cauldron? no, that's just shriya varma, who is the high healer from spring. i heard that on most days they're composed and steady but if you catch them on a dark night, they can be harsh and stubborn. but if you really get to know them, you'll know that they vibe with thoughtful expressions appearing at odd times, a bag of healing supplies and books, gentle words to distract from pain.
shriya doesn’t remember much of her human life, just how big her family was, how much she loved them. when she stumbled her way into prythian, she learned her sister was alive. so she went searching for divya. but she was found by another creature first. they took her, claimed they’d help her find her sister.
they threw her into the cauldron instead.
and when she emerged, she emerged with magic held not by the fae of prythian, but by the asteri of midas. they kept her, forcing her to work with them, hanging the promise of helping her find her sister for centuries. they sent her into prythian — to the spring court — a few centuries ago. told her to lay low, gather what information she could, and not to mention her abilities, her background, that she was made and not born. and she kept an eye out for information on her sister, but never asked when she didn’t know what would happen.
she started as a healer, made her way up to become high healer. she loves this position, and that was the most genuine piece of her — healing. she used her mind witch magic to help soothe her patients, to give them as much peace as she could. and when remy started helping sometimes, it made her more at ease in the position, when both of them were outsiders to the court.
sometimes the magic takes over though, and she finds herself listening in unintentionally to those around her, her magic having become almost a sentient piece of her, reaching out without trying. but she’s always been able to focus on healing others.
HEADCANONS
she believes that a healer's job, above all else, is to save the sick and injured and will put that above anything.
