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Mental: Part 1
-MENTAL: PART 1- In the dim light of a trembling heart, where whispers cling like shadows, haunting me louder than laughter, I tread the twisted corridors of my mind— a fractured mosaic of misfits, stitched together by the restless threads of insomnia and doubt. Each heartbeat echoes, a relentless reminder of unvoiced truths sprawled across the silence, like confetti scattered in the wind, only to be drowned by the biting critiques, their barbs cutting deeper than wounds, inflicted by cruelty’s hand.
In crowded spaces, voices twist into mumbles, a cruel symphony, suffocated beneath the tide of my own isolation. Oh, how I crave clarity in a world shrouded in fog and uncertainty; my body, a fragile fortress, betrays me, sensitive to the world’s offerings, a parade of foods I must forgo, colors that elude my grasp, while the weight of iron deficiency sinks into my skin, fragile as the rain-soaked paper.
Celiac stalks through my veins, an uninvited ghost dragging a tapestry of sorrow, my dreams served cold and untouched. Each meal is a battleground, forged from the web of allergens, a gamble with my very essence. Tormenting faces follow me— soured laughter, mocking glances, their jeers weaving through my psyche like a haunting melody of defeat, reminders of their power over my skin, of battles raged unseen.
The screen glows with their venom, a litany of malice, tainting trust, ghosts of relationships mutated by cruelty, their whispers trap me in a hall of mirrors, each reflection heavy with despair, each click a knife that pierces my heart.
I write to shatter the silence, to weave the threads of my fragmented self into a vivid tapestry— an anthem of survival, a battle cry against the noise. This is not merely my story; it is a flicker of countless unspoken battles, an ode to the strength buried deep within, a reminder that amidst the chaos, we are the architects of our quiet rebellion, stitching together a symphony of resilience, crafting beauty from the noise of existence. -A.K
Compiling all my poetry, working on a book.
This could be my second book, hopefully within a few years, it'll be completed as a first draft.
I probably shouldn't write when I'm baked.
-Puff- On Wednesdays, we come together, unapologetically embracing our choices At 31, I still find comfort in THC as I navigate through PTSD The therapist's office is my sanctuary, a space for honesty and healing If my vibe doesn't resonate with you, I understand I have no time for judgment from those who haven't experienced my struggles Puff-puff, watch the smoke rise Life isn't a punchline, and I negate stigmatization for seeking solace Depression and ADHD are my daily battles, but this plant gently mends my soul, piece by piece From emptiness to warmth, I've found resilience In the haze, I've discovered my inner strength I don't seek condemnation from those who don't understand I've made peace with my demons, and now I'm growing Just as I haven't walked in your shoes, I know you haven't walked in mine Let's embrace our differences and support each other without judgment -A.K
I had smoked two joints, and then I wrote that.
I read one of my poems on TikTok.
You can view it there if you would like to listen.
-Silent Scream-
-Silent Scream-
In the dying light where laughter fades to grey, A once bright heart now feels the sorrow's sway. Words like razors tear through my very soul, A silent scream echoes in an endless, empty hole.
In the scornful eyes of others, I confront my deepest dread, An abyss of pain, an unending river of tears I shed. Solitude, my lifelong enemy, holds me in its grip, Yet on the blackest night, a glimmer of hope won't slip.
Even as the world abandons me, turns away, I glimpse a new dawn, a future, come what may. With every harsh word, every brutal blow, I discover a reservoir of self-love that continues to grow.
In the depths of my being, I unearth a strength so real, A resilience that flourishes, unyielding and surreal. To all who tread this path of anguish and sorrow, Hold tight to this truth: your spirit will rise tomorrow.
Through the storm's rage, a flicker will shine bright, From the forge of suffering, strength will take flight. To all who endure agony, cling to hope's call, Your heart will find its rhythm, standing proud and tall. -A.K
I have no shame in my body count.
Superficial
Langst for the fandom. I don’t know if this qualifies as a drabble, because I’m not sure of the length on those. Loosely based on ‘Scars to Your Beautiful’ because I mentioned makeup and all I could think of after was the line ‘covergirls don’t cry’.
He’d hurt them. He always did in the end. Get a little too careless at just the wrong moment, forget to think before he acted just once- all leading to broken bones, tense emotions, and shattered hearts. He’d always been better at taking things apart than putting them back together.
So what do you do?
Laugh when you want to scream.
Jest when you want to be silent.
Smile when you want to cry.
Because all your life you’ve watched your sisters apply makeup upon makeup and make it look natural- so if they can do it with product you can do it with emotion. It’s all in the brushstrokes and the blending. It’s about trial and error and working until its effortless. It’s about practice, day in and day out until you can’t seem to quite remember who the person is underneath the lies. Because that’s what you’re telling, no- showing the world. Lies. Deceit. Your fake emotions and feelings wrapped up neatly with a pretty bow for everyone to notice, all while you lay raw underneath begging for a release that no one wants to see. Because covergirls don’t cry, and neither do sharpshooters.
Because beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you know that you’re not beautiful- not even close. You’re superficial and invincible, all with a class clown attitude and an easy smile. Hell, how long has it been since you last smiled? Truthfully, easily, without prompting or pressure? How long has affection been your awaited spoil of a day that never seems to come?
You worry about and crave the day that someone takes the time to look at you closely, because even makeup is noticeable if you look at the skin carefully enough. The day you find someone who won’t break when you slip. Who take what bad luck and twisted fate you bring them with ease and grace. Who fall and get up again. Who greet you with a smile and open arms.
Who you’d willingly surrender your life for.
Because honestly, you love life even if it doesn’t love you back.
You want it more than anything you know- that single person who makes you believe that you are worth the sun, moon, stars, and the galaxies. Who tells you every single day that you are gorgeous without the makeup and the mask and the lies and the deceit. Who holds you close while the tears stream down your face, because they’ve broken that unspoken rule- they’ve told you that covergirls are allowed to cry- more importantly so are sharpshooters. . .
. . . And for once you find it in you to listen.
Name Calling
Alan Keane from TAWOG is definitely a Lady Bone Demon kinnie and no one can convince me otherwise
This might become the first part to an au where “Everything is exactly the same but The Lady Bone Demon destroys everybody with facts and logic”
“You freak! You evil freak!”
The former queen shrieked, trying desperately to claw her way away from her imminent doom. She could scream as many names as she wanted, but there was no escaping her fate.
“You heartless witch!”
The Lady Bone Demon then stopped, turning the innocent dark eyes of her host to meet the Spider Queen’s frazzled form.
“Heartless?” She repeated. She hummed to herself, contemplating the accusation. “Perhaps.” She finally said. “No more so than you, I’d say, but perhaps.”
Th Spider Queen’s earlier gumption slowly faded away as the bone demoness drew closer. “Get away!” She yelled, but her face betrayed the authoritative tone, displaying nothing but utter horror, and the gravity of the situation had only just begun to settle in her gut.
The demoness crouched down, resting her hands on the queen’s shoulders. The coldness of her hands seemed to seep in through her broken armor like ice water. The queen shivered, but even through all her pride and ego, she knew that there was nothing she could do.
The Lady sighed, smile dropping. “This is the problem with the people of this world,” She mused, dragging her nail across the queen’s armored shoulder. “They prefer to rely on their hearts rather than their heads, tossing around abstract, unreasonable concepts like “heartlessness” as if it were confetti.”
The last word differed from the rest of her tone, a hostile sneer as she rose to her feet, golden leaf in hand.
She approached the cauldron, holding the petal in her hands as she gently blew on it, the wind guiding it into the eldritch stew. She folded her hands behind her back, turning to look at the queen.
“I know you are intelligent underneath all that armor, My queen. Perhaps if you had listened to your head instead of being greedy, selfish and ungrateful,” She turned back to glance at the fallen ruler, disdain clouding her eyes as they gleamed a wicked blue. “We would not be here, calling each other names.”
With that, The Spider Queen’s time was up.
Au Where Everything is Exactly the Same but The Lady Bone Demon destroys everyone with facts and logic
It’s not even really an au. It’s just me being angry that the show hyped up Lady Bone Demon from the first season just to have her get murked by Sun Wukong.
“Even now, I sense you do not have what it takes to defeat me”. Girl what
So boom, collection of short stories in which I will rewrite scenes with her, and finally the fight between her and Sun Wukong, which will absolutely NOT be written in chronological order!
The first part is here, I will add more as I go.
An Unnecessary Evil
Why are girls allowed to say girlfriend to refer to a platonic friend but boys can't say "this is my boytoy Twink male wife Jason?
another part of the Au “where everything is exactly the same but Lady Bone Demon destroys everyone with facts and logic”
“You’ve been busy.”
Appearing strong when weak was, what Macaque considered a key component when in a bad spot. His “brothers” always considered him the most cowardly among them. Usually, he would roll his eyes and snark that he was rather the most intelligent- able to keep a cool head. He’d need it.
“Tell me,” The Lady’s voice was boundlessly more undone- calm, yet accompanied by a second presence that echoed her words aloud. “What madness overcame you that you would forsake your oath?” She asked, the pitch of her tone dropped.
“When did you decide to betray me?”
The answer to that question was certainly nothing that the bone witch wanted to hear- that he had not a moment of hesitation in tossing her key to the side, not ever any intention of freeing her in the first place. What was he supposed to say? That it didn’t count because he crossed his fingers?
“Listen, Lady Bone Demo-” He started, with a casual tone and a smile laced with nonexistent nonchalance, but The Lady was in no mood to hear whatever seat-of-his-pants lie he was planning to give her.
Sharply, her eyes flickered open, a blue gleam enforcing her stony glare as the winds pushed him back. He had to cover his face, anchoring his foot down to the ground so that he wouldn’t be pushed back by the sheer force.
“Have you forgotten who I am?” Her voice was louder now, and clearer, no longer accompanied by the eerie whispering. “What I am?”
He clenched his teeth at the sound of her voice splitting into many at the last sentence, each one ringing in his six ears.
“Were my instructions, perhaps, unclear to you, Liu’er?” At the mention of his traditional name, he felt similar to a child who’s parent who just called them downstairs with their full name. A fight-or-flight instinct within him begged him to inch away into the shadows, but he knew all too well how that would end.
“Did I cause you pain during your resurrection? Or perhaps, you felt yourself above a task so unbelievably simple as freeing me from my prison tomb,” She said, staring down at him, before vanishing in a blur of blue, before reappearing in front of him, mere inches away from his face just as quickly. “In exchange for something so unbelievably meager as your soul!?”
Again, her voice seemed to contort, and this time, he really did step back, trying to get as far away from her as he could. He stumbled backwards, bumping into the chest of the lady’s puppet, who sent him a wide, unnerving smile that reminded Macaque of a young child amused at a sibling or classmate getting in trouble.
He placed his hand on Macaque’s back, shoving him forward with surprising strength. The wind was knocked out of him for a moment, but he mustered a confident smirk, looking up at the bone demon, who stood before him, arms folded behind her back.
“So…” He said, a conscious effort going into keeping his voice steady, “You want something.”
“From you? No.” The lady said tersely, eyes cooling back into her host’s deep brown ones as she turned away. “There is nothing I have to gain from the presence of someone who is unable to insert a key into a keyhole.”
With her back turned, a white circle opened up beneath Macaque, chains in her signature blue color shooting out of it to entangle his limbs, dragging him inside. “Wait!” He huffed, yanking on the bindings, trying to stay afloat. “So you’re just going to kill me because I didn’t open your stupid cage!? You dragged me all the way out here so that you could get even!?”
The puppet lunged forward, grabbing Macaque by the hair and holding him down, smile wide with giddy anticipation of Macaque’s imposing death (the strange fellow didn’t seem to like him very much). The Lady turned her head, eyes narrow.
“Even?” She echoed, before her lips quirked upwards into a smile, and her brows creased before she let out a shrill laugh.
“If I wanted vengeance, my champion, then I wouldn’t grant you a painless death such as this.” She flickered out of view again, appearing in front of him as she crouched down to meet his eyes, a cold smile decorating the soft features of the child she was possessing- an eerie contrast.
“I would shrink you,” She said, holding her fingers close together to intimate being tiny.
“And find a nice jar to leave you trapped in for a few centuries. I’ll even find a nice blanket in the color of your choice to make sure you never get to look at the face of another sentient being. With that being the alternative, ask yourself,” She leaned down. “Wouldn’t you rather die?”
His lips parted in mild horror- but only for a moment as she leaned away from him. He struggled against the puppet, thrashing about, as if that would save him. “Wait, what do you want!?” He yelled. “I can find Wukong, and his brat too!”
She stood, turning away. “Goodbye, Six-Eared Macaque.” She said coolly. “Your magic will be going towards an excellent cause. You will be much happier in your next life.”
Macaque released a grunt of distress at her retreating form. Was that supposed to reassure him or something?
“Wait!” He yelled, disliking the frantic tone. Was he really about to die? “Damn it, Baigujing, listen for once!” After that, it was silent for a moment. The pull of the chains seemed to ease on his limbs, and the thrall was no longer shoving his head into the pit of doom.
“…You may speak.” She said tiredly, probably of him and his refusal to die with dignity, and baffled with the audacity he had to use her traditional name like they were old chums. “Do be quick about it. I do not have all day to listen to your pointless excuses.”
“Why do you think I didn’t free you? Probably because you never make room for reason in all your crazy ramblings about destiny,” He sneered.
Maybe insults weren’t his best option, but in Lady Bone Demon’s actions, there was always method to her madness. Maybe he could find some way to compromise if he could just get through to her, he could at least get out of this Scott-free.
“Is that so?” She hummed, turning her head to look away. “I suppose you would feel that way. I understand why many try and fight destiny- it is oftentimes cruel. What I do not understand why they fight the only solution to that problem.”
“The only solution is destroying the world?” He snapped. His voice came out a lot less “understanding” than he intended. We’re his acting skills slipping? She chuckled.
“And I suppose you’d prefer I leave it to it’s devices?” She mused. “That I allow war, famine, and crime to endlessly continue when I have the power to stop it all?”
“So you’re a Good Samaritan now? Let me guess, taking over this city was a necessary evil?” He mocked her aristocratic manner of speaking, able to rise to his feet again, as the chains had gone limp.
“Quite correct,” The Lady said, a hint of amusement in her tone. “And you, Six-Eared Macaque? Was destroying this city to get to Sun Wukong a necessary evil?”
He stopped, eyes knitting together at the question. “How do you…”
“My servant made it a point to update me on current events worldwide upon being freed from my tomb.” She answered quickly. He couldn’t see her, but he knew she was smiling.
“Don’t tell me the cat has your tongue now, Liu’er. What happened to all your newfound self-righteousness from before?”
He grit his teeth. “So, I’m not the crème de la crème of purity and goodness.” He said, fists clenched tight enough to draw blood. “You certainly aren’t any better than me. You’re the one who brought me back to life.”
She lightly laughed, and Macaque grew angrier by the second. She was still going to kill him after this, wasn’t she? He needed to get the upper hand, but…
“You’re quite quick to blame others, I notice. I presume that is also my fault that my little host was orphaned in that attack of yours?”
Macaque’s eyes widened. What? “What…?” He repeated his thoughts aloud, no louder than a whisper, but it didn’t go unheard by The Lady.
“I wasn’t trying to…” He trailed off. “But you did.” The Lady finished for him, titling her head upwards as she sighed. “I’ve seen selfishness and hatred far more intense than yours, Six-Eared Macaque.” The wicked amusement she had garnered earlier had faded. She turned to look at him, finally.
Her eyes seemed far too tired, and filled with far too much anger to be on the face of a little girl.
Her tone was cool as she looked above him, at the night sky. “But it will all be over soon.”
For a moment, all was quiet.
“Why’d you pick me?” He asked, after a moment. The Lady, seemingly brought back down to earth, hummed in question. “Anyone could have opened your tomb. But you went out of her way to pluck my soul out of the Diyu, specifically. Why?”
The Lady’s expression morphed into one of annoyance. “You’re only wondering this now?” She asked crossly. His expression didn’t change.
“I had decided not to tell you what I had planned to happen to you in your next life, but I suppose, if it will give you closure,” She hummed. “I can answer your last question.”
She’s really set on killing me… He thought wearily.
“There is one person who exists in this world who, with certainty, will not exist in the new one. Do you know to whom I am referring?”
“Wukong. Right,” Macaque answered. “Yes,” The Bone Lady sighed, closing her eyes. “But in the absence of the Great Sage, there will be a void that will need to be filled.” She spat the words “Great Sage” out as if a worm she’d found in an apple. (He understood finding the title obnoxious. Great Sage, Equal to Heaven? Give me a break.)
A void? Macaque thought for a moment. As in, an empty space that would need to be filled- someone to replace Wukong as the monkey king. MK? But…
Macaque’s head shot up. “You mean-!?” The Lady cut him off with a smile. “Interested now, are we?”
The next thing he knew, the chains were gone.
Six-Eared Macaque Disstrack
He was honestly one of my favorite villains, but he’s absolutely my least favorite anti-hero 🥰 so enjoy this diss track! :D
Bro
You literally a demon
You know you always be scheming
You can actually fly
And boy, do you know how to lie
Like bruh, when everything gets dark
You know this guy got control
He got a whole ass shadow monster
Along with disposable clones
Bro, even if you couldn’t fly
You can still turn into a hawk, I seen you
My guy
You op as frick
SO WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS THROWING?
Pls explain with all of these powers you slid off into a FREAKING pitch-dark hole
When literally everyone else on board
Could catch a ledge and keep their hold
DUDE
HALF OF THESE BITCHES WERE BEAT UP
HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY SCREW UP
THEY AIN’T EVEN HAVE THE STAFF
THEY WERE BEAT UP AND DOWN ON THEIR ASS
YOU SHOULDA BEEN ABLE TO DO THEM DIRTY AND FAST
THE BONE LADY PRACTICALLY HAD THEM GIFT WRAPPED
SO DUDE
HOW DID NE ZHA
DO YOUR JOB BETTER THAN YOU
LIKE BRO
WHY DOES THE FANDOM RICHARD RIDE YOU LIKE YOU JESUS ABOUT TO DELIVER A MIRACLE
NAH, YOU MORE LIKE JUDAS
WHY EVERYONE PUT THEIR FAITH IN THIS BITCH
YUH
THAT’S WHY ONLY FOUR PEOPLE CAME TO YOUR WACK ASS PLAY
‘CAUSE YOU’RE BASICALLY JUST A TRASHCAN, WITH LEGS
AND NONE OF THEM ACTUALLY WANTED TO BE THERE ANYWAY
YEAH BRO
UR WACK
MY GUY IS COMPLETELY INCAPABLE
OF COMPLETING THE SIMPLEST TASKS
ALWAYS BE DOING THE OPPOSITE
LIKE FOR ONCE JUST DO WHAT YOU’RE ASKED
IF YOU DID THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE, THE BONE LADY WOULDN’T EVEN BE MAD
BRO LITERALLY THE ENTIRE SHOW
HAPPENED CUZ YOU AND SUN WUKONG ARE ✨ ASS ✨
Y’ALL NEEDA HOP OFF HIS DICK
BRO AIN’T A SNACK
HE A WHOLE ASS BRUSSELS SPROUT
Y’ALL STOP FEELING BAD
HONESTLY LBD SHOULDA DONE THIS NIGGA WORSE
LIKE MAN
LOST THE FRICKEN RING
TO FRICKEN TANG
HOW? HOW DID YOU SCREW THAT UP?
BRO YOU HAD LITERALLY ONE JOB
LBD, FIRE HIM
LIKE WHY DO YOU KEEP HIM AROUND?
WHAT IS HE FOR
ALL HE DOES IS BETRAY Y’ALL
AND WHEN HE AIN’T
HE’S LITERALLY USELESS
IT AIN’T NO SURPRISE
THAT EVERYONE TREATS HIM LIKE SHIT
Y’ALL NEED TO STOP STANIN
YOU KNOW THIS SHADOW-LOOKING PRINCESS LUNA KNOCK OFF DESERVE WHAT HE GET 🙄✋🏽
The End
No these beginnings will never have anything to do with the story. Except for this one i guess
Did you know that The Lady Bone Demon never actually lies? Well, that was a fun idea to play with for the third installment of the “Everything is exactly the same but The Lady Bone Demon destroys everyone with facts and logic”!
As Xiaotian scanned his surroundings, he also made time to wipe his forehead free of sweat.
The Spider Queen’s lair was unsurprisingly hot, as it was kind of a sewer. All he needed to do was find Pigsy his precious sign and get out of there.
The thought was all so simple- until an eerie, cold breeze brushed by his ear.
His head immediately perked up, a shiver grazing the hair on his arms and neck, searching for the source.
Lo and behold- walking by him with the grace of an ancient empress and the footsteps of a shadow was a young girl- dressed in traditional clothing, and ignoring him in full.
It took a moment for him to understand what had just happened, and as soon as he did, the time he took wiping off his sweat became useless as he stumbled after her.
“H-Hey!” He called, tripping over himself and his words as he attempted to keep up with the dark-haired girl. “Wait up!”
For a person with such short legs, she walked incredibly fast.
She cleanly ignored his request, as if she didn’t hear him at all. Instead, she continued on her merry way. She certainly seemed to be fine, but Xiaotian still didn’t feel right about leaving a kid unattended in a sewer that housed murderous spider demons.
“Kid!” He yelled after her, only to be ignored again. He scrambled to catch up to her, but only managed to do so when she suddenly stopped.
He awkwardly ran up after her, resting his hands on his knees as he painted heavily from the exhausting run. If not for the bizarre chill that seemed to follow the girl, he would have passed out from the heat by now.
“How…” he heaved, “Are you so…. FAST!?”
Again, she said nothing, stepping forward a few steps to gaze ahead of her.
He looked up, following her gaze. A gasp escaped his throat, but even he wasn’t sure what it was out of- horror? Or something as simple as surprise?
In front of him was a large golden chain tree, but carved or otherwise into the wood was a very real, very humanoid skeleton, with a ringlet hanging loosely on the skull that looked dangerously similar to the Monkey King’s cursed crown.
There were bright red Spider Lilies creeping out of the eye sockets, as if imitating blood red eyes.
He stumbled back at the sight of the enormous tree, which certainly had not been there the last several times he’d been to Spider Queen’s lair.
“W-what is this?” He asked no one in particular as he caught himself to keep from falling out of shock, the very sight of the tree haunting him.
He didn’t necessarily expect a response from the girl- only to find that for the first time, he received one.
“This is the end,” she said, tilting her head full of dark hair upwards, as if to admire the tree, before repeating the action, this time to the side. “And the beginning.”
She turned back to him, innocent dark eyes that didn’t at all fit her hardened expression observing him with intrigue. “Did he not tell you that?”
A shiver ran up his spine, making the hair on his neck stand on end at not just her words, but merely the sound of her voice.
“H-He…?” He managed to choke out. “Who… who’s he…?”
A smirk that befit a demoness of some kind graced the young girl’s delicate features. She turned back to look at the tree. “Why, him, of course.”
Xiaotian’s heart trembled in his body.
The first person that came to mind when he saw the insidious tree called both the end and the beginning was for certain his currently M.I.A master and teacher- but what could this child (or this tree, for that matter) possibly have to do with the Monkey King?
“So you really know nothing?” She hummed, tracing the trunk of the tree. “How unfortunate.”
Xiaotian took a cautious step back, holding his staff in front of him defensively as she turned around fully to face him, a placid, cool as ice smile on her face.
If Xiaotian didn’t know any better, he’d say that her eyes were aglow with an eerie blue.
“What…” he trailed off, before focusing on the girl intensively. Just like Monkey King taught you, he thinks. “What do you mean, the end?”
She expression changes only a little, with her eyes narrowing as she chuckles a little.
“Do you seek to ensure I cause no harm to any people, young Prince?” She said with a slight hum. “But can you save people from themselves?”
“What are you talking about it?” He knots his eyes together, before dropping low into a defensive position. “Who are you?”
“If you want to know,” Her eyes are aglow with a dangerous glint as she turns to her side, hands folded behind her back. “Come and find me.”
With her final dare, she turns away once more, walking straight through the tree. It dissipates as she walks through, revealing it to be an illusion- but once the tree is nothing but blue, glowing ashes lingering in the air, she is nowhere to be found.
The empty torches that had seemingly been untouched for years suddenly alit, blue fire illuminating a path in the darkness.
Whispers followed him as he silently creeped forward, following the blue torchlight into the totally-not-creepy-at-all tunnel.
“Dark clouds crowding heaven,” he heard, “Consume all that dares glow,” another voice trailed along the wall. “Bleed into the sky,”
“And let your shadow grow.”
It got to the point where he resorted to holding the staff in the crook of his arm as he covered his ears, not wanting to hear another word.
Finally, he was back into what he’d begun calling the “common room” of Spider Queen’s lair. He gasped momentarily, searching the room for any sign of the spider demons, but they were nowhere to be found.
Instead, there was only the same strange girl, staring up at a large… diagram, of sorts. It depicted a large mech the likes of which he’d never seen. He pointed his staff at her back.
“Well?” She asked, as if already having had sensed his presence. “Is the would-be hero going to attack me or not? I await your attempt.”
Pushing off on his right foot with an empowering yell, he heeded her request, brandishing his staff.
Before he could get any closer to hitting her, she vanished from view, teleporting it seemed, out of his way. Instead, his staff was dangerously close to hitting some sort of mirror instead.
His reflection in the mirror flipped through many different perspectives, but all told him the same thing, and all looked utterly terrified.
“Stop- don’t- RUN- What are you doing!?” They all seemed to be pulling out their hair, and Xiaotian quickly stumbled back, backing away from the mirror- or rather…?
“Hold on,” he whispered. “This is the trigram furnace! What is this doing here?”
To be fair, he did kind of forget about it in the whole spider demon… ordeal. He forced himself to focus. This was no time to fool around. “Trust you instincts,” he muttered to himself, blinking on his gold vision.
He turned to face the girl.
And what he saw was anything but.
I wrote a short story from the perspective of a doll.
Toy story is a horror movie now
I need help.
I don’t know where I am, or how I got here, but I can’t stay. One minute, I’m safe. I’m asleep, I’m in my box and the next I’m being dragged around like that loser Raggedy Ann from next door, up and down the walls by this… thing.
It looks like me, but not like me. It’s huge, first of all, it wears it’s hair in two dopey pigtails. It acts like it’s a human, but only a rabid beast would treat me the way it does.
The pretty figure doll it stole from its friend is still under the bed. She talks to me sometimes.
“Your girl is a nightmare,” she says. “How do you handle it?”
I wish I knew how to answer her question. The twin-tailed beast cut my hair, and often draws on my face. The other day she popped off my hands.
The figure doll remains forgotten by the beast. She keeps me company at night.
“My girl’s name was Bai He,” she explained. “I was custom made for her by her mother.”
I would ask if her beast treated her kindly. She chuckled, and gently asked me not to call her “girl” a beast. I suppose that nickname will be reserved for my beast.
The beast’s friend came back. It always wears a pink fishing hat. It seemed angry at the beast. I can’t understand their mindless babble, but it tore the room apart until it found the figure doll.
They wrestled over her, pulling her back and forth like she was a rope until she snapped, right in two.
The beast’s friend never came back.
The beast and I were both lonely after that.
Bai He came to mind first for some reason, didn’t have time to switch, I wrote this in ten minutes, so uh… do whatever you want with that
Chosen
Sick of waiting for someone to write a Lady Bone Demon-centric story so I’m doing it myself
When she was born, the air was bitter, and the sky was sickly.
She’d awoken from a heinous dream, in which a skeleton with its lips painted red stood over a world in shambles- and apparently, the real world was no better.
There was no love or light in sight, and drops of rain randomly and irregularly hit her face, as if the rainwater didn’t want to be there, either.
Like any good newborn, she screamed at first, jumping up and swatting her arms at nothing.
She heaved, taking in as much of the putrid oxygen that she could stand, welcoming and hating it as it enters her lungs, like a two-faced bastard welcoming his worst enemy into his home for the sake of appearances.
“Oi!” She heard a man’s voice call along with something else, though she was unable to make out the words.
Her hearing was muffled, like she was underwater- though the unforgiving smell of smoke and pollution riding on the air refused to let her forget that she wasn’t drowning, but breathing.
Breathing- yes, breathing. She was breathing. She was alive.
Her mouth opened and closed, trying to find words to say, names to call out, but nothing came. Her eyes stung, and she frantically rubbed at them. They burned with dirt, soot, and from the smoke in the air.
Once her eyesight had stabilized to ‘just a little bad’ she had the cruel misfortune of being able to look around.
In the air, there was smoke. On the ground, there was fire. Her ears rang, as if trying to drown out the sounds of shouting and screaming for her convenience.
As far as she could see, troops were being pulled back, supposedly finding the wreck they’d created of this town to be sufficient.
She saw whatever belongings that were salvageable being picked out of the rubble and stored, and the dead being picked up by surviving men and piled onto the backs of carts to be dumped into mass graves.
Carts like the one she was on. Her nose stung with sudden realization, and she took a moment to look around herself.
She was sitting on one of the carts carrying away the dead, surrounded by putrid corpses.
Her vision instantly blurred and she screamed, taking her first steps as she pushed out of the cart and stumbled into the dust.
The man who called out earlier said something again, voice rough and angry. He grabbed her by the arm, words slurred together as he cursed and jabbed at her, calling her clumsy and useless and stupid.
He spoke with familiar hatred, as if he’d known her for several years and despised each one, but she’d never seen the man in her life.
She’d never seen anyone here, for that matter.
His dirty handprints had bruised her arm by the time he let go, shoving her into line with a bunch of elderly, sick, injured, women and children.
Their faces were wicked, mouths curled in contempt, expressions forming hideous snarls and sending anyone and everything dirty looks, as if looking for someone to hate- as if their situation wasn’t enough.
The had no idea how to speak or what to say, so she huddled into the crowded corner of the ashy tents, nearest the other lonely-looking women.
Whenever she looked away from the ball she’d curled herself into, she could see the women’s eyes- clutching onto their hatred like soldiers held their swords.
She looked away.
Eventually, men came and plucked the older boys from the tent, forcing them into work, too. She watched as the contagious were burned and the elderly were beheaded to whittle down mouths to feed, too afraid to move.
Maybe she wasn’t alive after all, she thought. Maybe she was an awful person in the life she couldn’t remember and this was Hell.
And then a little boy tugged at her sleeve.
He called her by a name she did not recognize, and she stared at him in response, looking down into his eyes, eyes that held so much sorrow and madness that if he told her he’d served in the imperial army for forty years, she’d believe him.
Despite it all, he smiled a big, toothy grin, closing his eyes and sniffling as a bit of snot escaped him.
“Big sis-ter don’t be sad,” he’d stuttered, tripping over his words. “Big sis alw-always protect me. Big sis my hero! She- she save the world one day!”
Her throat was dry and it hurt to breathe, but she laughed, tears that had been waiting for hours to flow washing away the dirt in her eyes.
She laughed and she pet the boy’s head, and she screamed and thrashed and cried when he was taken away to he burned with the rest of the sick, even though she couldn’t remember his name, or who he was.
An old woman, who, big surprise, she didn’t know either, took a wooden ladle and beat her with it as punishment for her outburst in response to the boy being taken, dragging her back inside the tent when she tried to run out after the boy.
“It’s hopeless,” said one of the oldest men, moments before he slipped into unrest, never to wake again.
Beside herself with rage for the little boy’s death, she stood while the others sulked.
“You are all fools!” She’d said. They looked at her as if she had grown a second head.
“You’re giving up and throwing your children to that mess? For what? Can’t you see that you, as the people are still here? Rebuild, I beg of you!” She pleaded. “Try!”
She spoke for this random village she had no attachment to as if it were her own, like it was her own child. Why, she had no idea.
One of the old crones from the corner scoffed in response. “The village beauty,” she sneered. “Always the first to lose it.”
“Yeah,” A teenage girl agreed. “We’re not the gods, you know. We can’t just magic our village back! And even if we could, those hooligans will just burn it down again!”
The teen jabbed an accusing finger at her, as if it were all her fault.
“Who can save us!?” She demanded, voice shrill and bitter. “Who can possibly fix this?”
For that, she had no answer and faltered. The boy’s face flashed before her eyes, clearing her vision and guiding anger back into her tone.
“If you cannot help yourself, then I will find somebody who can!” She snapped. “I’m not going to give up on all of you, no matter how faithless and unsightly you’ve all become!”
The crones howled in injustice and the old men jeered at her, calling her slurs and names. She blocked them out, leaving with her dignity and faith.
The next days of her life found her finding that she didn’t need to use the bathroom, or drink water, no matter how much she wanted some.
The gods decided to favor her one day, and she found a clear river with water to drink from. In it, she saw for the first time her reflection.
The face she saw, she did not recognize.
Before the month ended, she had found another village- this one not in ruins. It was bustling and busy yet poor and beggarly, all of its money and taxes fiendishly boarded by the village’s gluttonous lord.
I ought to give that fat cat a stern talking too, she thought, but the lord refused to see a woman outside of the bedroom, let alone for a political discussion.
She had no power to do anything! She was angry, so regretful that she’d been born a woman with no status, or even a name to her unfamiliar face that her own flesh cowered before her anger, molding and reshaping itself.
The next day, she entered the rich man’s mansion as an innocent old man, demanding that he share his wealth with his citizens.
Apparently, while being a man might grant you an audience with the land’s lord, it certainly did not mean he would listen to anything you have to say.
But she didn’t let it get her down- she could shapeshift! Who cared if this meant she was likely a demon now, infesting a skeleton and wearing her human corpse like it was a designer hat?
Imagine all the people she could help with such a power! The lives she could save! Her very own flesh quivered in fear of her rage. Soon, all evil would feel the same way.
As if she’d been newly awakened, she was greeted by her first- or second dream that very night, sleeping outside among other homeless people.
A kind-hearted boy on the heavier side with a warm, handsome face waved to his people, eyes slightly watery as their city flourished under his care.
Beneath the ground, six feet under, was the fat lord the citizens currently lived under and his lustful son, side by side, souls being pried from their corpses and pulled into the Diyu for their sins.
If only that boy were real, she thought that day, as she packed her things to move on to the next area.
And then she saw him.
Shopping for bread, smile as warm as the sun as he treated each person he came across with kindness and compassion. The lord’s son, she’d soon found out. His second son, the son of not his wife but his mistress, who could never inherit the land unless his father and brother were gone.
If a moment, vile thoughts filled her head.
If the other two were gone, she thought, then this kind man would rule peacefully, unlike his oafish father and brother.
But no- she couldn’t possibly. Just because she had a dream about it didn’t make it real.
A colder side of her whispered; “But how did your dream know the son’s face? A face that which you’ve never seen? Look at these people,” it hovered over her, its lying tongue flicking against her ears. “They need you. Do you think you had that dream for no reason? Don’t be a fool, girl.”
She packed her things as quickly as possible. She wanted to run away from this. She decided against the unholy thoughts that invaded her mind, asking her to do things she, as a human, could not possibly do.
The cold side of her snapped and snarled, curling against her flesh. Wickedness and seething rage twisting its voice, it spoke to her again.
“You’re not human.”
These words played on repeat in her mind, hands trembling as she poisoned the lord’s wine in the garb of a servant, wearing the face of an old woman.
They went from a whisper to a raw-throated scream when she stopped by the lord’s mistress’ room, and stained by her side for a few hours and she sobbed into her plush pillow, patting her back, and assuring her that everything would be okay, as if she couldn’t see the bruises, burns and bites that marred her arms and neck.
“Why do men like that walk the Earth?” The poor woman cried, dirtying her expensive blankets with snot and tears.
“Dear Lord, strike him down!” She begged, hands clasped in frantic prayer to anyone who would listen. “Demons, claim him for your Hell! Take him away, please! Somebody! Somebody!”
She’d fallen asleep that night, only to be greeted with another dream. The demon hidden beneath her flesh shivered with excitement, twitching underneath her skin.
It tugged and pushed her all around the dream, pointing and showing her what it wanted her to see like an excited child pointing and laughing at a jester.
The lord was to be buried with his late first wife, and his eldest son near. No one attended the funeral, callously rejoicing in the streets and in their homes that their wicked lord and his wicked son were dead.
The mistress’ eyes watered with relief as she hugged her son, who was greeted by the people who shook his hand and bowed to him.
“Call to me,” the skeleton wrapped her bony fingers around the mistress’ shoulders.
The words were spoken to the mistress, but were meant for her. “Call to me, and it is yours.”
A day later, she smiled for the first time in a long time. She smiled, because this time, it wasn’t just a dream.
It was real. At her hands, in response to a prayer, two men had died. Two men who were surely being welcomed by Hell’s embrace.
Poisoned wine turned sweet as chugs were sold by the dozen in the square, the bustling city ablaze with happiness and hope she hadn’t seen since her birth.
This wasn’t a punishment, she decided. She wasn’t an awful human, cursed to remain on Earth as a skeleton demon. She helped people! She could make a difference if she just held on!
It hurt at first, sure. Sure, she’d seen a lot of things she didn’t want to see, and would have liked to forget. Maybe she didn’t like… killing people.
But that is why she was reborn a demon. A demon with magic power unfamiliar to the world of man. It may hurt, but nobody else would bother doing it. There was a reason for everything, wasn’t there?
She was chosen for this.
Perhaps that is how she was able to hold on for so long.
She had continued her work in several other areas. She had held many positions of power over her years, ceremoniously being called names such as, The White Bone Spirit, Baigujing, or The Lady Bone Demon. She wore whatever face necessary to her goal- nay, her purpose.
She advised countless leaders, eased political tensions, and worked in trade over the Silk Road. Every now and again, she would succeed. But mortals were finicky, evanescent, parasitic creatures that either took or were taken from and stomped their morals out like lights at the slightest gust of wind.
Nothing ever lasted.
She wasn’t doing enough. She hadn’t gone far enough.
Her blessed precognition had even been failing her lately, replaying the same horrid vision of her demon prying itself from her flesh and smiling hauntingly as it engulfed the world in blue flame, eating light and darkness alike.
She’d soon begin avoiding sleep. There was much to do, and none of that was obsessing over a nightmare.
Much to do, yes… she thought. She wasn’t doing enough. Helping cities individually was inefficient and there was nothing guaranteeing that it would stay that way. She needed to talk to the person in charge. Somebody with real power!
Today, her skeleton wails in injustice as she stands at the feet of the imperial palace, dressed in white and pink traditional robes, face carefully made up and jewelry adorning her hair.
She carefully folds her hands behind her back and heads up the stairs. She doesn’t care how long it takes.
Destiny cannot be hurried.
Just came up with my new motto for life:
*puts on my crocs and pulls my hair up into a messy ponytail, eyes narrowed determinedly while holding onto my favorite stuffed animal for emotional support*
Alright buttnuggets, I’m doing this ugly and scared and there’s nothing you can do to stop me
Fallen
No…ok so listen *massages forehead* For the last time. I didn't “fall” in love. This was a premeditated attack!
I was tripped because let me tell you…I DiDnT fALl wILliNgLy!
This was not my fault! Don't you understand the gravity of this situation?!