X-Men - Mirror!verse psychosoddeggJune 27 2011, 17:47:04 UTC
What it says on the tin. Setting/plot can be pretty much as is but with ALL of the X-Men being very, VERY fucked up.
Charles with no morals or boundaries. Erik giggling as he slowly tortures people with his powers. Alex in solitary 'cos he kills fellow prisoners as a pasttime. Hank using that genius for evil. Raven fucking with peoples heads by imitating loved ones.
Take everything good and turn it to the dark side, anons. MAKE ME AFRAID TO TURN THE LIGHTS OUT!!
FILL: imagination (1/?)oddeggJuly 22 2011, 22:02:41 UTC
[WARNING: This fic contains some frankly horrible and terrifying things, including rape, graphic descriptions of murder, and some gore. It is also, I hope, quite creepy.]
iImagine, for a moment, that you cannot move
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FILL: imagination (2/?)oddeggJuly 22 2011, 22:13:16 UTC
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Imagine that your mother is not your mother.
You sit at the kitchen table with her, and she makes you dinner. She tuts at you, and you argue, and she sigh 'sweetheart' like you're acting like a child. She judges your boyfriends. In the evenings you sit down and watch reruns of shows that aren’t funny and never were, and sometimes - when you’re unhappy or tired - she still tucks you into bed with a kiss, even though you protest you’re too old.
You tell her everything. She is your safety blanket. She smells like home and jasmine and warm milk.
One night, she comes home and tells you that she had a car accident. You are terrified; hold her close and murmur into her skin that you never want to lose her. Over the top of your head, imagine that she smiles, and it shows teeth.
A few days later, you sit with her on the sofa, eating shepherd's pie and watching JeopardyImagine that the woman who is sat with you now is not your mother
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FILL: imagination (5/?)oddeggJuly 22 2011, 22:35:15 UTC
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Imagine that the boy you bring home to meet your parents screams, and it smashes your windows, sends your head spinning and makes your father crumple at the knees and draw his last shaking breath.
Imagine that the boy you bullied at school finds you, chases after you with superhuman speed, and with strength his scrawny frame could never posess takes your head in his hands and pounds it into the earth.
Imagine that the stripper you paid for a private dance laughs at you, drags you backstage, spits acid in your eyes and pulls you out of the window with a flap of your wings. You only wipe it out in time to see her drop you over the ocean, and you breathe water from then on.
Imagine them in your life, my friend. Imagine them destroying it.
FILL: imagination (6/6)oddeggJuly 22 2011, 22:42:30 UTC
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Your overactive imagination must be getting the better of you, my friend.Take a moment to imagine the people that you work with. Imagine your neighbours. Imagine your teachers. Imagine your closest friends, the ones you trust with your life. Imagine the people who are closest to you. Imagine the people who are in your house right now
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Re: FILL: imagination (6/6)oddeggJuly 22 2011, 22:57:56 UTC
Oh. Oh my.
So dark and twisted and horrible. I usually avoid horror, but I couldn't resist this. It was fantastic and made so much sense. It's every anti-mutant human's worst nightmare come alive.
Mystique was every child's worst nightmare and omg Charles. That's really all I can say about that.
Re: FILL: imagination (6/6)oddeggJuly 22 2011, 23:12:46 UTC
*iz never turning her lights out ever again* *or going to sleep for that matter*
...I - I do not have, *can* not find the words for how utterly amazing this is. It's all-encompassing. It's... It's genius. Sociopathic, twisted, bloody genius that opens you up with a knife and crawls inside you giggling softly.
I am in love with Every. Fucking. Word. Of. It. And I don't care if that means I'm a warped, perverse little bitch. I will be *your* bitch forever for this, anon!
(and please, pleasepleasePLEASE tell me who you are! OMG, I'm seriously your slave for ever more for writing this for me - I couldn't have dreamt of better - and I want to kiss your feet and shout your praises!) (i will beg if that's what you want. i will hand you the knife to cut me.)
Re: FILL: imagination (6/6)interesting_ginJuly 24 2011, 21:12:43 UTC
You know, if you'd asked me all of two days ago I would have been able to honestly say that I was no-one. But as it is, I've just started a fic journal. So this is me, de-anoning for the first time. Brr. Scary.
Claiming bitch privileges. Hello and thank you, lovely OP.
Re: FILL: imagination (6/6)keioJuly 24 2011, 17:16:54 UTC
Shit, I'm a fucking nervous wreck now. CHARLES, foremost, because fffffffffff I don't even want to omg omg ;___; And then HANK. Because. HE FINDS YOU AND RUNS AFTER YOU AND HE RUNS FASTER THAN YOU. Everyone else was horrifying as well but Charles aside (he takes the damn cake), being pursued by a fanged, beastly thing and losing distance is what probably freaks me out the most
Re: FILL: imagination (6/6)allodoleJuly 24 2011, 20:53:23 UTC
I-I wasn't going to sleep tonight. I'm not a horror fan, but oh geez how deliciously creepy this is. Ngh, Charles' part is my favourite, because I have a thing towards mindfuck (it's intriguing, for the lack of a better word, in all of its terrifying...ness) sdgdksl awesome.
Charles with no morals or boundaries. Erik giggling as he slowly tortures people with his powers. Alex in solitary 'cos he kills fellow prisoners as a pasttime. Hank using that genius for evil. Raven fucking with peoples heads by imitating loved ones.
Take everything good and turn it to the dark side, anons. MAKE ME AFRAID TO TURN THE LIGHTS OUT!!
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iImagine, for a moment, that you cannot move ( ... )
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Imagine that your mother is not your mother.
You sit at the kitchen table with her, and she makes you dinner. She tuts at you, and you argue, and she sigh 'sweetheart' like you're acting like a child. She judges your boyfriends. In the evenings you sit down and watch reruns of shows that aren’t funny and never were, and sometimes - when you’re unhappy or tired - she still tucks you into bed with a kiss, even though you protest you’re too old.
You tell her everything. She is your safety blanket. She smells like home and jasmine and warm milk.
One night, she comes home and tells you that she had a car accident. You are terrified; hold her close and murmur into her skin that you never want to lose her. Over the top of your head, imagine that she smiles, and it shows teeth.
A few days later, you sit with her on the sofa, eating shepherd's pie and watching JeopardyImagine that the woman who is sat with you now is not your mother ( ... )
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Imagine that the boy you bring home to meet your parents screams, and it smashes your windows, sends your head spinning and makes your father crumple at the knees and draw his last shaking breath.
Imagine that the boy you bullied at school finds you, chases after you with superhuman speed, and with strength his scrawny frame could never posess takes your head in his hands and pounds it into the earth.
Imagine that the stripper you paid for a private dance laughs at you, drags you backstage, spits acid in your eyes and pulls you out of the window with a flap of your wings. You only wipe it out in time to see her drop you over the ocean, and you breathe water from then on.
Imagine them in your life, my friend. Imagine them destroying it.
Because they will.
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Your overactive imagination must be getting the better of you, my friend.Take a moment to imagine the people that you work with. Imagine your neighbours. Imagine your teachers. Imagine your closest friends, the ones you trust with your life. Imagine the people who are closest to you. Imagine the people who are in your house right now ( ... )
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So dark and twisted and horrible. I usually avoid horror, but I couldn't resist this. It was fantastic and made so much sense. It's every anti-mutant human's worst nightmare come alive.
Mystique was every child's worst nightmare and omg Charles. That's really all I can say about that.
Simply amazing.
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...I - I do not have, *can* not find the words for how utterly amazing this is. It's all-encompassing. It's... It's genius. Sociopathic, twisted, bloody genius that opens you up with a knife and crawls inside you giggling softly.
I am in love with Every. Fucking. Word. Of. It.
And I don't care if that means I'm a warped, perverse little bitch. I will be *your* bitch forever for this, anon!
(and please, pleasepleasePLEASE tell me who you are! OMG, I'm seriously your slave for ever more for writing this for me - I couldn't have dreamt of better - and I want to kiss your feet and shout your praises!)
(i will beg if that's what you want. i will hand you the knife to cut me.)
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Claiming bitch privileges. Hello and thank you, lovely OP.
ha, you think I need you to lend me a knife?
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I LOVE YOU!! I'M SO GLAD YOU HAVE A JOURNAL NOW AND I'M GOING TO READ EVERYTHING!!
Bitch privileges are totally yours, my sweet. Do you prefer mistress, sir or Ruler of the Universe as your title?
and no, i didn't imagine you'd need the loan, but it's polite to ask ;)
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I think it was the giggling, right back there at the beginning, that really got me. *That* is the stuff of nightmares, right there...
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(I run marathons, so. I guess it shows.)
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