#//and the soundtracks weren't that good either

[dontcxckitup]

// Love that they literally left out nearly all Roger Moore movies at the concert on Friday 😂

[staijey-the-creator]

finally watched fnaf movie.

ngl i thought there was gonna be way more gore

[idontdrinkgatorade]

super emotional orchestral music will fix me

[peterparkouryo]

fell from the sky into my lap | ⍣ ೋ

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prompt; You encounter a very charming boy on the train.

warning: fluff, fluff, and did i mention fluff?

word count: 1.5k

a/n: meet cute!! i missed writing <3 (also ignore the fact that i used this gif once b4, feel free to send me tom gifs for future fics 😭)

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You step out of Midtown High, the warm afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. You had decided to stay after school, opting to have a small study session with a few of your friends for an upcoming test for the gruesome mathematics class, also known as calculus. The weight of your backpack pulls slightly at your shoulders as you make your way down the stairs of the school building, balmy wind blusters against your skin. Descending down the stairs finally, you keep your head down and walk across the football field, creating a safe distance between you and the ongoing practice taking place. 

What seemed forever, but in reality was maybe a good two to three minute walk off the school grounds, you head toward the train station. The familiar hum of chatter and the rhythmic clack of shoes on the sidewalk fill the air, blending into a comforting soundtrack of the end of the school day.

As you approach the station, the distant sound of a train horn echoes, signalling its arrival. Just in time, you thought to yourself. You quicken your pace, the excitement of heading home, mixed with the anticipation of the journey itself, propelling you forward. The station is a bustling hub of activity, with students, commuters, and travelers weaving in and out of the crowd.

You swipe your transit card at the turnstile, the beep granting you passage onto the platform. The cool, metallic scent of the train station mingles with the faint aroma of fresh coffee from the nearby café. You glance up at the electronic display board, noting the arrival time of your train. It's right on schedule.

The train glides into the station with a soft hiss of brakes and a rush of wind. The doors slide open, inviting you inside. You step onto the train, the cool air conditioning a welcome relief from the warmth outside. You find a seat by the window and settle in, reaching into your backpack and digging through to find your wired headphones, despite begging your parents for regular ones.

You open your phone, clicking the green app for music, scrolling through many playlists you've obsessively created for various different scenarios. Picking a playlist you don't remember creating, you let out a tired yawn and sit back, wandering your eyes to the left, and daydreaming  about your bed. 

The train ride was relatively quiet, aside from a crying baby (not that you could hear it, but breaking your daydream to observe your surroundings, you could see a crying baby), and the loud music blasting in your ears. 

For the next six minutes, the music from your headphones consumed your ears, guaranteed to worsen your hearing in the next twenty years or so. You were at an unusual ease you normally don't feel when you're alone on a train by yourself. It could do with the fact that there was maybe five or six people onboard, you weren't too sure.

You lay your head back against the seat and stare out the window, the passing buildings rapidly leaving your vision. A bored sigh leaves your lips, the spotify ad only adding onto the exhaustion you felt. 

The train stops, indicating people were either leaving or stepping on the train, and you tear your gaze away from the window out of curiosity, watching a couple people swipe their transit cards. You notice the last person, a boy with hair as brown as a bear, swipe his card more than once, and you can only assume something was wrong.

The more you watch the boy struggle, the more you feel bad because not only was the operator getting impatient, the passengers moan and groan as well. Slowly you dig into your pocket for your card, standing up and swiftly walking to the front of the train. Showing the boy a friendly smile, you glance at the operator, who's eyebrows were furrowed and a permanent frown carved onto his face.

"Um, he can use my card." You say unsurely, not entirely positive thats even how transit cards work.

The man narrows his eyes and stares between you and the boy for a good while before he exhales a huff.

"Go ahead, you're holding up my line." He mumbles and you furrow your eyebrows and glance behind you, seeing that it was only the boy and no one else, but you decide not to say anything about it.

You swipe the transit card, watching the red dot change to green, and the boy sighs in relief.

"Thank you." He says, watching your every move as you put your card back into your pocket.

You nod and your eyes drift to his face, studying him carefully, because boy, he was gorgeous. The boy had eyes just as brown as his hair, maybe even a little lighter with the golden specks straggling within them. If anyone was lucky (such as yourself) to stand so close to him, one might be able to see the small barely visible, but undeniably delightful freckles scattered across his nose.

Your eyes trail down to his lips, but not in a weird way, the small smile etched on his face captivated you and deep in your stomach, you swore you felt butterflies erupt. The smile was warm and inviting, and one of his most endearing features, capable of lighting up his entire face. It gave him a friendly, yet approachable demeanour. 

He was the kind of person who had the-boy-next-door kind of vibe, and you can't help but gaze longer than intended, making him uncomfortable in a way you had no intentions of doing.

So, you clear your throat, and quickly look at your shoes. 

"Its no problem." You mutter.

There's a standstill silence between the two of you, the murmur of passengers, the rustling of bags and the occasional ring of a phone not helping the awkwardness you felt whatsoever.

Eventually, the boy shows you yet another charming smile, walking past you to sit in a nearby seat. You return to yours and try your hardest not to stare at the boy diagonally across from you.

There's a standstill silence between the two of you, the murmur of passengers, the rustling of bags and the occasional ring of a phone not helping the awkwardness you felt whatsoever.

Eventually, the boy shows you yet another charming smile, walking past you to sit in a nearby seat. You return to yours and try your hardest not to stare at the boy diagonally across from you.

That challenge, however quickly crashes when you glance at him only to see him gazing back, in a way that wasn't entirely creepy, but cumbersome for the both of you. You do your best to show him a smile, cringing slightly when you realize its more of a nervous grimace than what you intended.

Though, he shows no signs of being weirded out by your so called "smile", he waves as you wave back. A rush of warmth and pleasantry overtakes you when he looks away. You'd think this is the first time any boy has ever showed you this much attention, no matter how little it might have been.

Minutes pass in a blur as the train carries you forward, each moment seamlessly blending into the next. Ultimately, you reach your stop and you gather your things, albeit a bit reluctantly. As you leave, you bite your lower lip and share a scrutiny when you walk past him, making your exit off the train.

While you step off the train, and make it your mission to ascend up the stairs, a hand purchases on your shoulder causing you to flinch fearfully, many thoughts running through your head as you make the stupid decision to turn around to face the culprit.

 All fears subside once you meet the familiar chestnut brown eyes of the boy from the train.

He realizes your initial fear and holds up your tangled headphones. "You left these on the train." He blinks.

"Thank you." You obligate, retrieving the headphones from his hand.

The boy nods and buries his hands in his pocket, unwieldy looking around.

You tilt your head as a thought comes about.

"Is this your stop?" You wonder.

He breaks his train of thought and stares right at you before laughing awkwardly. "Um, no my stop was actually three more blocks away." He informs and guilt fills you at that information.

"Oh, I'm sorry," You apologize, frowning.

He shakes his head quickly. 

"No, its fine I was just going to stop at Delmar's anyway." He reassures and smiles, holding out his hand.

"Also, I'm Peter by the way, Peter Parker." 

You return the smile and shake Peter's hand at his dorky introduction, speaking your name in greeting.

"I know, we share a gym class." Peter says.

You blink at the revelation, having no idea he even went to Midtown. Small world, you think.

"Anyway, is it okay if I walk you up the stairs, in a non weird way that seems creepy." Peter offers shyly, interrupting the barely there silence. There was something about his adorably dunce proposal that made you appreciate him despite only knowing the boy for ten minutes at most.

"Sure." You agree all too eagerly.

With new found courage, you and Peter make your way up the stairs of the train station and you're greeted with the bustling New York city, of what you can only describe as chaotic, honking cars and fellow civilians either on their arguing or arguing on their phones.

You felt excited to be walking next to Peter, no matter how small your interactions have been or how little you two new each other, you were grateful for his presence.

Grateful that you decided to take the train. Had you would've walked, only god knows what could've happened, the foreign feeling of butterflies in your stomach would not had been, that's for certain.

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[so-much-for-the-seashells]

Baking With BF!Dean Winchester Headcanons

✨ Dean Winchester x GN!Reader ✨

*sighs in 2014 was 10 years ago* Minors do NOT interact, this is not “rizz-ing!” Off you go!

A/N: I love writing these because they’re like half baked yet surprisingly endearing thoughts and it’s fun haha.

Icons by me!

All notes are appreciated! Hope you enjoy!

Content Warning: I have a bad sense of humor and make some sex jokes but nothing too explicit, at least I think so. Definitely still 18+

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

-3 favorite things to bake with him

1. Pie (obvs)

2. Brownies (sometimes with pot…)

3. Cookies (all kinds)

-okay, now that that's been established...

-one day you had jokingly suggested the bunker should do a cookie jar

-this was taken seriously; not only by Dean, Sam and Cas; but also by literally every regular passerby. Even Rowena's made a batch of red velvet cookies. (We threw those ones away, we couldn't trust that they weren't poisoned, made of blood, or both)

-but if it's just the usual crew (you, the brothers, and Cas) then you have a weekly rotation

-and Dean regularly suckers you into "helping" him, even though you both knows he’s capable of being a big boy (and I mean he is a big boy if you catch my drift) and doing it himself

-those candy apple green eyes work wonders

-anyhoo

-one of his favorite, stupidly cheesy things to do is as follows:

-you’ll have a taste of the batter/dough/filling, as one does (it’s always good cause the two of you together are an unstoppable force in the kitchen) (alone is a different story- it’s usually Kraft Mac n Cheese cups)

-and while you’re trying it, making faces, he’ll look over and innocently ask if he can try it

-like “Can I get some, sweetheart?” (And yes he most certainly can get some.) (batter, I mean) (definitely batter) or “can I try some, doll?”

-and no matter how many times he’s tried it you’ll say yes

-so he’ll lean down, cupping your cheeks in his rough hands and kiss you as passionately as humanly possible

-like, these kisses could literally bake the cookies or whatever because of how hot they are

-and he’ll make sure he really gets to try it

-and then he’ll pull back with a smirk, cause he’s done it at least 30 times before and you still let him and still like melt into a puddle every single time. Without fail.

-you guys like to put on Disney soundtracks in the background when you bake. High school musical and Moana primarily, but he’s also taken with the soundtrack of Julie and the Phantoms. (He complained about the show being unrealistic supernaturally speaking and then was adamant that there should be a season two and cancelling it was a crime worthy of hell)

-also, rock, obviously. As a fan of Bon Jovi, you best believe you sell him on them and slow dance to Bed of Roses while things are in the oven. It’s only right.

-if you’re listening to heat of the moment and Sam the baby giraffe walks in he will get those sad eyes, making both of you scramble to make him something else, like some keto hidden veggie brownies or some shit, to make him feel better

-now, in specifics

-pie is for fun. You two usually make one to split for after dinner. Roughly once a month, but should be more often. Well, that’s not fair if you count creampies

-apple is his favorite, ofc. You use Mary’s recipe, and you’re the only person in the whole wide world that he trusts with modifying it in any way

-you also make them for him if he’s sick or if you guys have for some reason had a fight. The latter is rarer, but does still happen on occasion

-it’s okay though, because pie will always make things better

-cookies are almost exclusively for the jar. These are made on random frequencies, usually a lot at a time.

-he likes butterscotch a lot, and you find a way to mix your favorite flavors into either one monstrosity or one beauty of a cookie

-you guys have in fact made your own recipe. It’s awesome. Like, prized possession material.

-and then brownies

-they’re literally just pimped up store bought mix. Preferably Ghirardelli, for maximum bougie-ness

-and then sometimes you guys add some fun time grass

-you’ll do that when you just want to have a soft night. You’ll always way up to him laying on you and holding you like a koala though- may your back be prepared

-overall he just really enjoys spending time with you in any way that he can and baking is a great way to do that

-Dean Winchester is precious

-I rest my case

If you have any ideas for more headcanons, send a request! My box is always open!

Xx

[glasswinggames]

Home is Where the Heart is - Intro Post

Demo || Discord || Ko-fi || X

Important Notes:

Status: This game is currently in the demo stage, containing the first half of the game.

There will be future updates for further editing and refinement.

This game was created as part of #SpooktoberVNJam, to make a visual novel in a month.

You've been trapped in this house for as long as you can remember with only your name as a sign of your forgotten past. You can't leave, for the doors never open and the windows never break, and you'd have said you were complete alone, if you weren't certain that someone else has been coming and going when you couldn't see.

Somehow you always have food. Always have clean clothes. You want for nothing.

Except to leave. 

Then one day, the front door opens, and in come three strangers in stranger clothing. Now you're all trapped here together, except, whoever trapped you here isn't as friendly to your newfound friends as it has been to you. 

Do you side with your friends? Exploring the parts of the house you never dared to before, and hope you can find a way to escape?

Or do you side with your captor?  The one who may end up being closer than you realised? Protecting you from the rest of the world?

Who will survive to the end with you?

'Home is Where the Heart is' is a choice based survival horror game set in an old Victorian style house with four story interests.

Customisable MC

Choose your name and choose from either default pronouns or set custom pronouns. The default name for the MC is Doe.

Choice Driven Story

Your relationships with the characters and the choices you make will determine the story and the characters fate throughout the game.

Endings (Only included in full game)

There are two main endings, whether they're good or bad is up to you to decide!

Each ending has three different variations.

Yes you can romance the [redacted]!!

Original Soundtrack

A huge thank you to October for putting together an amazing soundtrack!!

Partial Voiceacting

Each character has been partially voiced and has soundbytes for different lines throughout the game.

Voiced by: Reuben Singh Heer

Voiced by: Sophia Kea

Voiced by: Clownlien

Director: GlasswingGames

Programming: Tiefvoid

Writer: GlasswingGames, Joi

Character Art: GlasswingGames

Background Art:  Joi, GlasswingGames

Concept Art: Joi

GUI Art: GlasswingGames

Animation: Candycornskull

BGM: October Williamson

Felix: Reuben Singh Heer

Myah: Sophia Kea

Poseidon: Clownlien

SFX: ZAPSPLAT

[lixiepixiedust]

your stupid hair

pairing — bf!seungmin x f!reader; established relationship

word count — 617 words

warnings — she/her reader, drabble, fluff, horror movies, description of gore (scene in the movie)

summary — when you're terrified of horror movies and seungmin is a lil meanie about it. (is he really tho?)

As the eerie scenes unfolded on the screen, you couldn't help but bury your face deeper into the blanket fortress you had constructed. The flickering glow of the television cast shadows that danced across the room, heightening the suspense.

"Seungmin, seriously, why did we pick this?" you pleaded, your voice barely audible over the ominous soundtrack.

He chuckled, the glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes. "Come on, you said it yourself, it's Halloween. Besides, you literally promised you'd finally watch one with me. Commit to it."

You sighed, realizing there was no turning back now. "But Min, I might have nightmares for weeks."

Seungmin instinctively wrapped his arm around your bundled-up figure. The opening scene hadn't been that scary, but it was enough to get you scared for the darker moments ahead.

"Y/n, trust me, it's not that bad, I've seen this before," he reassured with a playful scoff. "Are you more scared of jumpscares or gore?"

"Jumpscares," you admitted, your voice almost a whisper.

"Good, there's not a lot of those in here," he comforted.

Your eyes widened. "So there's a lot of gore?" you gulped.

He chuckled softly. "Well, no."

"Then which one is it?" you asked, your nerves escalating.

"I would've said 'no' either way, no matter which one you asked," he mumbled, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Can you at least cover my eyes when something scary is about to pop up?" you pleaded.

He leaned in, whispering, "You'll know it before it happens. The silence will prepare you."

"Seungmin, isn't that the point?" you whined, shooting him an annoyed look. "Just please warn me."

"I won't need to. Just don't worry, yea? It won't be too bad," he assured, and you huffed while he chuckled.

As the movie went on, there were no jumpscares yet since the movie was very slow moving. Seungmin pretended to have a bored expression on his face whenever you looked at him which made you laugh a bit. As the scene changed, Seungmin gulped. You were too preoccupied with hiding yourself to notice. His fingers were intertwined with yours, and he raised your hand, examining your wrist. A black elastic caught his attention, and he tugged on it with his free hand.

He always enjoyed creating random ponytails with your elastics, occasionally revealing his childish side. "Are you that bored, Seungmin?" you chuckled before pulling it off your wrist.

He shrugged and accepted it from you. You quickly returned your gaze to the screen, revealing an old VHS tape featuring the main murderer. The low-quality video and scratchy audio heightened the scare factor, causing you to bury your face in the blankets. Despite the fear, you forced yourself to keep your eyes open. As two characters opened a door, a dead body slouched on a chair with severed limbs and open wounds came into view. Your eyes widened, but the VHS effect lessened the gore, allowing you to keep watching. The camera moved in closer, revealing more gruesome details that made you cringe.

"Hey, Y/N, look at my hair," Seungmin said.

Turning your head away from the TV, you suddenly heard a loud scream emanating from the screen. Startled, you yelped and hid your face in the blankets. When the sound subsided, you looked back at the TV, realizing that a jumpscare had just ended.

Turning towards Seungmin with an irritated expression, you exclaimed, "Hey! You didn't tell me that was gonna happen. Gosh, you're lucky I was distracted and didn't see."

Seungmin chuckled, "Sorry, Y/n."

"You know, Seungmin. If it weren't for you and your stupid hair, I could've lost my soul," you shivered at the thought before averting your gaze back to the screen.

Seungmin's face lit up at that comment. His lips curved into a small, proud smile that you failed to notice. His little plan had worked.

[antianakin]

It seems a little odd to me that people apparently want their lightsaber battles to be compared to the Duel of the Fates battle as a litmus test for how good it is. While I love that particular lightsaber battle, there are two reasons why I think it stands out: first, it involved a LOT of firsts (first time with three opponents, first time using wuxia style, first time at higher speeds more indicative of the prequels, first time with dual lightsaber, first time where one of the people involved wasn't human); second, it has a really good score behind it (and the music for this was demonstrably different than what we'd heard in the OT but the soundtrack to the Prequels followed in that same vein afterwards).

It was NEW, primarily. It was exciting because a lot of it was very different to ANYTHING people had seen before in a Star Wars battle scene and that made it exciting.

So if you want your lightsaber battle to somehow be BETTER than "Duel of the Fates" you have to not only find something new to add to a lightsaber fight that no one has seen before (which is pretty difficult to do these days), but it has to somehow be SO new that it's more exciting than all the new stuff Duel of the Fates had. And that just seems a little unreasonable and ridiculous, doesn't it? New is new, your new thing is not necessarily going to somehow be better than the last new thing just because it's new.

People remember Duel of the Fates because it was SO different and that made it exciting. And the scene is good, obviously, it's a well done fight sequence, the actors are all good at their jobs, but the fight scene that I most often hear people talk about specifically because of the impressive level of skill on the part of the fighters as well as the very intentionally emotional choreography is Battle of the Heroes.

There's nothing really in Battle of the Heroes we haven't seen before. It's a one on one fight scene, it's two characters we've already seen fight each other in a different movie (though obviously with different actors), they each only have the one normal lightsaber, there's not really any props either of them uses in the fight, and the style of fighting is pretty much exactly the same as in the other two Prequels and the lightsaber fights we've seen across them (including several fight scenes in this same film). It's LONG, but that's about as new as it really gets.

What people continue to discuss regarding the Battle of the Heroes sequence, though, is how impressive Hayden Christensen and Ewan McGregor were, how they weren't sped up with CGI at all and didn't use any stunt doubles for the entire fight because both of them were just THAT GOOD at the choreo (which likely was a combination of both natural talent and a lot of time given to training each of them). That level of skill allowed both actors to do the whole fight which meant they could act THROUGH the fight. Stunt actors are incredible and obviously do often work really hard to act as the characters during the fight scenes, but it feels different when the actor is genuinely good enough to do the fight and can bring their own acting skills to the scene. If the actors can actually do it and make it look good, it can really add an extra dimension to the fight that might not otherwise exist, and I do think that that shows in this particular fight scene

The other thing people talk about a lot with this fight is the intentional choreography and the way it was created with an emotional story in mind. Nic Gillard has talked about how it was supposed to show Obi-Wan constantly giving ground to try to give Anakin as much time as possible to calm down and come to his senses, and you can SEE THAT. You can see Obi-Wan giving ground, you can see him be on the defense almost the entire time. But Obi-Wan is conflicted, obviously, he doesn't WANT to kill Anakin, but Anakin isn't offering him a lot of choices and Obi-Wan knows his duty, so he does take the opportunities to strike at Anakin when they come to him. There's an emotional depth to Battle of the Heroes that quite simply isn't there in Duel of the Fates because they built it into Battle of the Heroes. Duel of the Fates is mostly just two guys doing their job until Qui-Gon dies and Obi-Wan gets angry about it, but that only lasts for a short period of time. Battle of the Heroes is emotional from the very beginning, all the way until its tragic ending.

There is no "beating" Duel of the Fates. It's impossible to "beat" Duel of the Fates in terms of impact on the audience because the whole reason it was impactful was because it was new. New things are probably going to be about the same level of exciting each time, and it's getting harder and harder to introduce that many genuinely new things into these fight scenes. But what you CAN do is really showcase impressive skills and choreography, and/or add in tons of extra emotional depth to a scene. Both things can and do make fight scenes memorable without needing to feel "new" or different to anything else. Don't be Duel of the Fates, you'll never be Duel of the Fates. Be Battle of the Heroes. I promise your viewers will thank you for it.

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

Could you do a Dom Nancy wheeler x sub f!reader smut where reader gets in trouble or something like that

• This intrigues me! I like writing about Nancy and I think I won't mind writing something about it 😗 Let me know if i satisfied your request!

Mommy's Rules

Nancy Wheeler x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Anger pervaded you and you preferred not to interact with your girlfriend, avoiding arguments with her too. She noticed, and Nancy saw fit to remind you who's in charge.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18!!SMUT!!!MDNI!!! Lesbian sex, fingerings, mommy kink, praise kink, begging, degradation, spanking, orgasm denial, pet names (good girl, princess etc...), cunnilings, fem!sub!reader, slightbrat!reader, use of Y/N, Dom!Mommy!Nancy, slight aftercare.

𝐀/𝐍: I hope I have satisfied your request. I don't consider myself a great smut writer. Sorry for my english this is not my native language. Please support and reblog. Hope you enjoy this one! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

You slammed the door as soon as you entered the house. Darkness reigned in your apartment, which makes you understand that your girlfriend wasn't home either. You had just gotten home from work and you would have preferred not to go at all this morning. Your boss did nothing but give you things to do every single day and you were seriously reaching the limit of your tolerance. You were the best in your course, you were determined and willing to work. You liked your job, even your colleagues, they were very friendly but your boss was a pain in the ass, making your day a real shit.

You threw everything on the floor, not caring about the mess you left and went to the bedroom, throwing yourself dead weight onto the soft mattress.

You were seriously tired and your nervous system was through the roof. You were pissed at the world and you knew you wouldn't have mercy on anyone today. Nobody had to give you trouble today. After a couple of minutes you fell asleep feeling your mind detach from the heavy reality eliminating all the negative thoughts of that moment. Silence was your soundtrack but it was quickly interrupted by the sound of the front door opening “Y/N?”.

Fuck. You thought. Nancy just got back.

Your girlfriend, like you, was at work but strangely returned incredibly early. Normally you would have preferred the presence of your sweet girlfriend next to you reassuring you that everything will be fine and that she will always stay by your side. But no. Today you didn't have this sweet fantasy "They discharged me from work early today" she revealed as you heard her voice echo throughout the apartment.

You knew very well that soon you would unleash hell, not that you were mad at her, but you had to relax without anyone present, not even Nancy. You didn't want to tell her things you didn't mean and you certainly didn't want to throw all your anger on her. "What mess did you leave on the floor, darling?" She noticed your things as you heard her head towards the bedroom, finding you lying on your stomach.

"Darling, are you okay? Were you sleeping?" She asked kindly and if you weren't so pissed off you would have hugged and cuddled her all day "What do you think?" Your tone was sarcastic and Nancy seems to have noticed that note of anger towards her "Do you want to tell me what happened? Do you want me to bring you something?" It was unbelievable how patient she was, and you were considering changing your attitude given her kindness. But you wanted to take a risk.

"No! Leave me the fuck alone! I don't want anything" You lifted your head from the pillow looking at her figure. Fuck, she was so beautiful...but her gaze changed and for a moment you stopped breathing. You were getting into trouble.

"Make sure you tone it down with me Y/N" she warned you as she headed into the living room putting down her jacket, you gritted your teeth saying fuck off the consequences "Oh yeah? Or what? Don't challenge me today Wheeler" silence fell for a moment and you got into a sitting position waiting for her response. Maybe I exaggerated? Maybe she was offended? You started thinking feeling guilty. Every now and then you knew how to be exaggerated and maybe you took it out on others for no specific reason just to vent your repressed anger. You knew it was wrong, but Nancy understand it and learned to accept this flaw in you, but what if you hurt her now?

You were about to say something when quick footsteps headed towards you almost making you jump. Nancy catapulted in front of you, slamming the bedroom door and turning on the lamp next to the nightstand. She looked at you with a stern look and then gave you a slap. You felt the burning sensation spread across your cheek and your eyes watered “You don't try to challenge me” you looked away as you held your burning cheek “We forgot good manners, huh?” She grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at her "You dare disrespect mommy?" You shook your head letting out a whimper. “Bend over” she ordered you seriously and you blushed “Nancy—”.

"I said, bend over. Get in that fucking position that rude sluts like you like" her dominant tone intimidated you making you clench your thighs together in excitement. You liked it when she took this tone, but at the same time it creeped you out, especially when it came to punishing you. You obeyed, getting into the classic doggy position. Nancy wasted no time in pulling down your pants revealing your black lace panties, her favorite. She cupped your ass cheek with one hand and spanked it, making you let out a soft moan. The spanking wasn't that hard, but it would be soon and that made you regret your previous responses towards her "I think you and I need to go over what the rules are a bit, don't you think darling?" She said and you heard the sound of her belt as she pulled it off. Now you would have suffered, entering a painful world that would leave marks on you for the next few weeks.

You couldn't go back, much less apologize now. Nancy wouldn't accept your apology. You nodded obediently and felt her hand on your skin again making you gasp "I didn't hear you" You raised your head looking in front of you where the window was closed by the curtains, while you could feel the thoughtful presence of your girlfriend behind you “Yes Mommy.”

"Good" she said in a low volume of voice and then adjusted the belt well on her hand "Now. You will tell me all the rules that your mommy made you memorize and every time you make a mistake we start over from the beginning, it's clear to you?" You bit your bottom lip. When you and Nancy entered the BDSM world of sex, everything was new to you, but when you implemented this role of mother you couldn't do without it, making it a bit of your lifestyle, then imposing rules that you would had to learn and absolutely respect. This drove you crazy and made you even wetter. You had never been a real brat, because you knew how strict Nancy could be and now that you were so disobedient you only expected one of the worst punishments.

“Yes Mommy” You said in a pathetic tone lowering your head looking at your hands buried in the sheets. “Now let's get started,” she warned and you took a deep breath.

Spank!

You let out a moan feeling the pain of the belt against your sensitive skin, but didn't give Nancy a response. “So? Do I have to start over?” You shook your head quickly “No please.” Nancy gave you another hard spank on your ass "Rule number one" she said and you wasted no time in responding "N-Never disrespect Mommy" You stammered "If you keep this up we'll end up sooner than you think, and if you be a good girl, mommy will make you cum" She offered and you nodded, already feeling your pussy getting exaggeratedly wet through your panties.

Spank!

The belt feels more painful than her hands “Rule number two” You whimpered gripping the covers “Don’t talk back to Mommy.”

“That was the rule that bitches like you were supposed to abide by” She replied to you in a contemptuous tone “I'm sorry—” She cut you off “I don't give a shit now about your apology. You had to be good before” she was right. Did you know what you were getting into and now you had the courage to apologize? No. You couldn't do it and you knew it.

Spank!

"Rule number three" the burning became more and more intense "N-Never lie to mommy."

Spank!

"Rule number four" your eyes began to shine again "Always listen to mommy" what perhaps you should have done when she asked you what you wanted in a patient and sweet tone, as if to tell you that perhaps there was no need to use such unpleasant and vulgar tones.

Spank!

“Rule number five” You felt your pussy throbbing “Do everything Mommy says” Nancy seemed amazed at how you were continuing without making any mistakes, given that the rules she had imposed on you were quite a few.

Spank!

“Rule number six” the leather belt started to leave red marks as your eyes started to water “Uh—Always ask mommy for everything.”

Spank!

“Rule number seven” your whimpers started to get louder and louder “Be a good girl for Mommy” You heard Nancy giggle “Just what you're not, aren't you slut?” You couldn't help it, you loved it when she treated you like that, telling you how stupid and disobedient you were that you deserved a severe punishment.

You went on at least nine more times until you reached the final three.

Spank!

“Rule number seventeen” you were seriously destroyed by the constant pain and burning that you were wetting the covers with your tears. Your head was now on the mattress leaving your ass in the air all red and sore "D-don't be a brat to Mommy."

Spank!

"Rule number eighteen" the last two were missing. You couldn't take it anymore "Respect mommy's punishments" you almost shouted it indicating to your girlfriend how exhausted you were from the continuous abuse on your ass.

Spank!

"Rule number nineteen" was the last one and you let out a moan expressing your relief "Never spit out mommy's cum" not that you didn't like it, you loved being spanked, but for nineteen times – actually, twenty, it was a real torture, especially if it makes you so needy.

“Good girl” She threw the belt down caressing your now red ass cheeks “Mommy please...” you begged moving your ass slightly “I don't know, do you deserve it?” She asked and you had lost your mind by now, you wanted her to fuck you the way you wanted "Yes yes yes, please Mommy" you were so stupidly needy that Nancy couldn't help but laugh at your complete submission. She pulled your panties down revealing your wet pussy now in contact with the cold air. Her fingers travel along your wet folds and then play a bit with your clit, inevitably making you moan with pleasure.

"Have you learned to behave now? Are you a good girl again?" She asked placing her now wet fingers around your needy hole “Yes mommy, I will be good I promise, I swear!” Nancy's hand now rested on your hip while the other dipped two fingers into your wet pussy making you roll your eyes as you whimpered again and again until her fingers picked up the right pace. The speed increased and your pussy tightened around her fingers stimulating that sweet spot inside you.

“Oh yesyesyesyes, mommy please— I need to cum” you begged, feeling yourself almost reaching your limit. Her fingers slipped away killing the beautiful feeling preventing you from coming leaving you shocked "No. You're not coming, not now" Nancy said throwing you completely onto the bed with your head resting on the pillows as your pussy was on display along with your ruined face from the mascara running because of the tears "Look at you, so ruined" she whispered, caressing your cheek "Mommy..."

“Shh…” she hushed you as she finally removed your pants and panties, easily opening your legs. Her fingers trailed up your thighs getting dangerously close to your crotch. You let a gasp escape your lips wanting her to do something "Don't be impatient" she said in a luxurious tone as she kissed your clit softly "I know mommy, b-but I want to cum, I need to cum" you said giving her a submissive look as she continued to place light kisses on your pussy, feeling your breath on it.

“You will come when I tell you” she ordered, burying her face between your legs tasting your wet pussy. You threw your head back as you left your mouth open not making a sound, but soon after you let out a moan as Nancy added her tongue "Mommy!—" you closed your eyes letting the passion of the moment lead you.

Her damn tongue on your pussy making you feel that annoying sting “Oh fuck—” you seriously had to come, but you knew you couldn’t do it without her consent. Your legs began to tremble noticeably as Nancy tortured your clit by sucking on it. You started to squirm "Stay still" she said "I need to cum, please please please mommy let me cum" You whimpered reopening your eyes letting some tears fall "No" she replied dryly but you couldn't accept this answer "I swear to you, I will always be a good girl, I promise, I will respect every single rule, I will never talk back to you again, please!" You almost cried as more moans left your lips.

Nancy continued sucking on your clit and licking it at the end "Will you be good?" She asked giving you a light kiss on your inner thigh "Yes Mommy!! I will always be good for you" you arched your back "Good girl. Come for your Mommy" you didn't have to be told twice, you came on her face as you dug your fingers into the covers. Nancy tasted some of your juice watching you catch your breath "Thanks mommy..." You started to feel slightly sleepy as your girlfriend got up to get something to clean you with.

After several minutes, you and Nancy were under the covers of your bed hugging each other as silence reigned between you. Next time you would have directly asked to be fucked rather than punished.

[sorreysorren]

the remnants of two old friends

now, you were no longer kids, you hadn't seen each other in years, and he didn't have the means to be a striker anymore.

sae stared at his screen, your name glowing in bold as he watched the last ring go through.

to pick up, or to not pick up.

he supposed it was about time you got word of his presence in japan.

he hadn't been planning on staying long; he'd been planning to renew his passport, but that damned blue lock changed things.

it's not that he didn't want to see you.

he was reluctant to contact you or answer any of your messages.

he wasn't one to think hard about simple actions like answering a message or a call, but he had to think a little longer when it was from you.

you, who miraculously had the same schedule as him in middle school.

you, who'd been to all of his middle school soccer games.

you, who supported his ambition to be a striker.

you, who'd been there when he left for spain.

now, you were no longer kids, you hadn't seen each other in years, and he didn't have the means to be a striker anymore.

all of these things changed.

he was aware he probably changed as a person, and that only meant the same for you. he knew that much, and at least that would never change.

your being corresponded to his.

- - -

the both of you kept in touch when he first left for spain. it started with in-depth conversations about small changes in life without the other, to brief updates, simple good mornings and goodnights, to by the 4th year almost no messages at all.

it's not like either of you had meant to drift apart.

you each believed the other to be at different points in their lives therefore believing that in some way, that unspoken "proportionality" between you was severed.

- - -

he never thought he'd feel this way about you.

no, it wasn't the warm fuzzy feeling that people describe when they talk about someone they love. he, too, knew about this feeling once.

this wasn't even anything near that.

this was dull, bland, and flat. the type of distant feeling one would feel towards a passerby. towards a stranger.

you weren't either of those things.

you weren't.

but maybe now you were.

he stared at his phone, unlocking it.

there were three missed calls from you.

he wondered: did you give up, or would you try again later?

you wondered: will he ignore it, or will he pick up next time?

it wouldn't be until hours later that the two of you make up your minds about each other.

he picked up his phone to call you, and you picked up your phone to text him.

just as you begin typing, your phone rings.

you stare at your screen, sae's name glowing in bold as you slide your screen to pick up.

a/n: TYSM FOR READING i literally almost gave up writing this bc i accidentally got rid of the draft so i had to rewrite everything in one sitting FROM MEMORY.

a BIG thanks to the muppets soundtrack for getting me through this.

taglist: @huaposh @bloodypaintersgf @gigiiiiislife @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife @hanmasfavoritegirl @ewlyq @vagueval

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED EARLIER THAN I MEANT TO. AND I STILL HAD TO EDIT,,, SORRY IF IT TAGGED U MULTIPLE TIMES.

[the-fabled-void]

Headcanons I've written in my discord server over the span of ~10 months 

Warnings: Lust mentioned at the very end, will be under a cut, The last part of Horror's section is also under the cut for an implied ED, and emetophobia

Misc/AU instead of Sans related, multiple at once: 

All actual Sanses have the same birthday, but they celebrate their creation days as one too, if they know it most Sanses talk in sans-serif type fonts  Only Classic talks in Comic Sans  Dream, Nightmare, and Fresh don't talk in a sans serif font at all Error's* font is also different Outertale: When you're in a quiet spot, you can actually hear the stars twinkle (hc inspired by a part of my comfort MLP fan animation Snowdrop) AUs have cultural differences, and I'm not talking about stuff that's obvious like Underfell You know how some creators speak more than just english? What if it's because their underground is located under a mountain in a different part of the world Not only do AUs have different languages sometimes but also different accents

Classic

Classic doesn't have inside or outside clothes, he sleeps with the clothes he wears outside He'd love Weird Al's music Would absolutely wear crocs  Smells faintly like books and chemicals even if he hasn't been in a library or lab recently Do you think he washes that jacket if it's not stained? Absolutely not  Sci: smells like plastic wrapped books that have just been opened

Killer

is really good at pretending to be sober when drunk (In the more fanon bad sanses dynamic) forces the rest of the bad sanses do take stupid BuzzFeed quizzes Smells like handwritten books Stage 1/2 has a lot of quiet moments where he just analyses listens to Set It Off

Cross

listens to Nightcore music & Set It Off

hogs blankets

Cross, I love you...you use axe body spray

Absolutely illegal that people think Cross is taller than Dream, he's shorter

Any time Cross and Epic are in a room together, they're glued to each others side even if theyre currently arguing

Nightmare

has a high alcohol tolerance, you can't tell me those apples weren't rotten enough to be alcoholic would talk in the Money Penny font

Ink

The star sanses go to cafes and judge people's outfits jokingly, as if Ink with his toeless socks can judge anyone

Their  alcohol tolerance is highly dependand on what vials he drinks before 

sends either an insane amount of small voice notes or one really long one, no in between

They're strong enough to pick people up but it looks so funny because they're so short

Ink, as a parent, would be the exact opposite of those 'Beige moms' 

He refuses to deprive his kids of sensory input like that Would be fascinated by Killer's soul

They sneeze like a dad

Coffee has no effect on them

We all agree his vials are like mental illness medication right? 

Error: 

Can hear Undertale's soundtrack sometimes and it drives him wild 

*His font is partially comic sans, partially other sans serif fonts

Gets headaches very easily

Smells like comic books, especially those that smell more like printer ink

We already know Error's eyesight is shit, but it's especially horrible and close to nonexistent on his smaller eye

Geno 

Soul beats very unevenly

gets drunk really easily bc he's constantly bleeding, so there's less alcohol-free blood in his system for it to filter out (cough cough CPAU)

I feel like he would die from a sip of energy drink

Once he gets to the surface, he'll suffer from chronic headaches and other pains 

He would would drop his backstory exactly the way dads drop Dad Lore (if you know, you know) 

Geno looks like a coffee drinker but drinks tea

Smells like old books, specifically dry basement ones

Reaper

has haphephobia that stems from his death touch

At the same time, touch starved af

He drinks coffee despite having tea drinker vibes to people

Fell

Sometimes he just imagines random shit happening that would make him angry, and then gets angry over that

His summer outfit is the exact same but a sleeveless sweater under his jacket instead of a normal one

can only make 3 recipes and burns those sometimes too

giggles after getting kissed (he will deny this) 

Uses Old Spice deo 

Short king short king

has shoplifted before

Swap/Blue

gets hungry really fucking quickly

(I have a huge hc list specifically for him)

Dream

is a coffee drinker

He gives me the vibes of old people trying to use modern slang, but doing so incorrectly

sucks at modern technology

Once he finds out about emojis, it's over for everyone

is into astrology

the opposite of a Disney princess. Animals don't like him

Dream's insults hit harder than Nightmare's, he just knows what hurts you 

High alcohol tolerance

Ccino 

exhausted

has a Morning Special he makes himself before working at his cafe. It has way too much caffeine in it

One day Dream walked into his cafe, Ccino took a good look at him and gave him his Morning Special™

Only certain people can drink it though - this means both that only some tolerate it, but also that Ccino only gives it to some

Dust/Murder

Soul beats faster than others' souls

has absolutely horrible posture

jumps to conclusions easily 

Dust hated Swap as soon as he first met him 

I mean, Dust doesn't like himself much for he did, ESPECIALLY to his brother

So a Sans who acts kinda like a Papyrus? Nuh uh 

Is this the basis of Dustberry? 

Anyway

Smells like an old, slightly burnt book

Concept: Phantom Papyrus but he used to be a hallucination that turned into an actual ghost somehow -> Phantom and XChara can see each other

Horror

doesn't like horror movies much

he's seen enough shit

Likes chickens 

Hc for fanon horror: cooking for the bad sanses, at first didn't trust anyone else

Canon Horror probably can't cook very well 

Faint smell of damp books

TW ED, TW Lust

Horror has moments where he binge eats and then regrets it later

Lust

Is like the only Sans who enjoys warm weather

Infertile, compromises by being a cool ass babysitter

Loves flowers

A tea drinker

Transatlantic accent

Listens to Mitski 

When he's looking at something he likes/loves, his eye lights turn monster soul shaped instead of heart shaped

[littlekohai77]

❃Platonic Supri❃

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: misunderstanding, Supri being mean, not many details, just an overview, backstory type shit, Muse has a crush 😏, making assumptions about Supri's past.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

Yeah so... Let's get this show on the road...

Imagine being her precious grandchild. You're literally the only family she has. The only person she values more than her life.

Of course you aren't biologically related to her. Anybody with an eye and a brain stem could figure that out.

I mean, you look nothing like her. You don't have her gaze, her personality nor her looks.

Okay, you do have her accent though.

But you get the point, right? You aren't related, in all honesty, she just picked you off the streets.

When you ask, she says that you looked pathetic and had potential. Zeroing on and emphasizing the pathetic part.

But it's actually because you reminded her of her past self. Maybe not literally but figuratively. A helpless individual with no one to rely on. And that tugged at her heart strings an awful lot.

Usually she would give the children she saved, away for adoption.

But she had to keep you around due to circumstances.

And over that short period of time. You somehow convinced her that you were worthy to keep.

She has raised you under strict guidance. It was quite hard and frustrating to deal with. She'd put you into Frame and simply hoped you'd survive.

It was especially hard when you were in your early and mid teens.

She wasn't just someone you could run to for comfort as she'd then belittle you for being weak.

But you couldn't completely cut her off either because she was your only lifeline in this dangerous world.

As greedy as it sounded, you liked having a roof over your head, you liked the warm food, you liked the luxury. So you didn't leave.

Unbeknownst to your knowledge, she probably wouldn't have stopped you, if you did decide to leave. She always knew she wasn't cut out for this. And she's been growing increasingly frustrated with your attitude. She's confused and doesn't know what to do. And she doesn't have anyone to ask either, as she'd kept you a secret from everyone.

She doesn't understand, why are you like this? Why can't you be like Muse? Why can't you be obedient?

But you didn't leave and so she didn't let you go.

That didn't solve the arguments though.

Another problem you had with her was this 'muse'.

Was that a person? Couldn't be right? But then why does she speak of it as if?

You were about 16 when you first met Muse.

He was in her office discussing his progress.

You were just there to deliver some files in.

Muse was sweating bullets, and he didn't know why, it felt like some invisible force was burrowing into his back. He'd never felt like this, except for when Supri glares at him. But she's right in front of him.... Then... Who's glaring?

He turned around and it was as if heavens gates had opened and a cheesy kdrama soundtrack was playing.

He felt light headed from the view of you. You were just so... Breathtaking. And he didn't know why. It's not like him to be impressed by pretty faces and you weren't mind blowingly pretty but...

He just couldn't take his eyes off you. ( He had seen you before but you were always on the move and he didn't get a good look.)

You, on the other hand, looked him up and down and moved on. Putting the papers on the desk and walking away, he's eyes following you as you disappeared.

"So... You like my granddaughter? " it was an honest mistake.

He'd never whipped his head around so fast.

"SHE'S YOUR WHAT MA'AM??? "

"QUIET!!! "

Yep, shouldn't have yelled at his own master. Anyway a little explaining and 5 continuous days of apologizing later, things finally settled down and...

He was the one to resolve the conflict between you two.

He first tried to befriend you , you pushed him off many times but he persisted and it eventually worked.

And then he learned the problems you were having.

And then acquainted himself with Supri's problems, which she was reluctant to share at first but eventually did because nothing she tried was working.

And then he cleared the misunderstanding between you two, slowly taught you guys how to understand each other.

Slowly, step by step. The broken pieces began to reattach.

In fact, your relationship with your grandmama was better than ever now.

You're currently in your early twenties, still in Frame as an assassin, working alongside Dark and getting chased around in a game of cat and mouse by Roist.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

Sorry. It's almost 2 am and I'm sleepy. I'll elaborate later.

[thatruerealmwalker]

The Madness We Realized Working for Playtime Is

The Pipeworks 1: Karl’s First Assignment- Oh god why this?

Read on AO3:

HERE.

Karl Kingsworth is a simple man. Someone who doesn't have much ranking in Playtime's "Pipeworks" sector of the company, but still somewhat good at his job. He gets in, fixes the "leak", gets out.

But when he's assigned to a Leak that the BOSS would cover... well he's not doing okay.

Especially for what the damn "leak" actually is.

HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!!?!?!?!

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Soundtrack: Ryūnosuke Naruhodō ~ Overture of the Adventure - The Great Ace Attorney

Karl, a junior staff member at Playtime Co's Public Relations office, often referred to by the staff as "Pipeworks" due to it's unenviable reputation as "We fix the leaks when Playtime fucks up... every damn week", is standing in front of the door leading into a room where a very important “talk” will take place.

His first big assignment- and it has to be about this of all things. There is a almost zero chance that if he messes up here he won't end up as a test himself. 

Yeah that's right, he knows what Playtime really does. Everyone in the Pipeworks does. Playtime thought they couldn't let that happen for a while- Then escape attempts started happening and how else were they going to know what to say? That didn't stop Playtime from trying to wipe out the Pipeworks staff and bring in fresh faces- but the Boss put a stop to that quickly. Who knew that telling someone about the shit under your carpet would backfire, especially when it's their job to have contacts and manage the people managing Playtime's image.

That doesn't mean anyone in Pipeworks is off the hook if they mess up. They have a lot of leeway other workers simply don't, but completely failing is still lethal. And this right here? This is something Karl has been dreading once he was assigned to it. Him, low rank new face bitchboy got assigned something the Boss would have taken if he could- How is that fair? 

Of course the Boss and the top 3 were hard at work patching an even bigger leak involving a certain news company getting their hands of files that should have never left Playtime's doors. The dedicated teams weren't around either- Wrench was hunting down and trying to silence a potential whistle blower- the second this month- Hammer was dealing with the fact that the sane toy companies were suing playtime co for their next toy line push- because of course Playtime would try to make off brand Hotwheels and not ask Pipeworks if it was a good idea- and Driver... fuck Driver team was just GONE. No one knew where the hell they were sent. At least the Boss reassured the staff that they didn't get "terminated", just doing something hush hush.

And that left only the newbies and clerks to choose from for this assignment. 

Of course it had to be Karl. Wrong place wrong time- he swears to god Pierre was drunk when he selected him for the task- and by himself no less!

This is it... all Karl can think is that he's gonna get killed-

The door to the room opens up and he comes face to face with a young girl, probably an intern with how young she looks, looking at him with surprise.

"Oh you're finally here! Mister James was worried we would have to reschedule."

"Y-yeah... Just traffic got in the way. Are we getting started soon?"

"Mister James actually sent me to go get stuff for lunch since it's about that time- you haven't eaten already have you?"

Oh thank the lord above!

"Oh no! And I'd love to join you all! What are we having?"

She waves her hand back and forth in the air, "Nothing too fancy, just some deli sandwiches that got catered to the office today. Any kind you like?"

"I can go for Ham and Cheese if you have some?"

"Ham and Cheese... think so! Just head on in, I'll be back in a bit!" With that the young intern makes her way towards where Karl can only assume to be the cafeteria for the building.

At least he has some extra time... maybe he does still have a chance! Just gotta see if he can figure out how to make that chance in the first place.

Entering inside, the room is rather furnaced- well it's probably normal to expect a place to want someone to feel welcomed when talking... Playtimes own interview/guest/meeting rooms, despite the Boss and the Big 3 pushing it, still lack any real comfort. "You all don't need that, just make em shut up and go away!" is apparently what Pierre said to Boss's face last time he tried.

Karl can only wish that bastard hell for that. There is a reason why Pipeworks always sends staff out instead of inviting people in. Technically two- but everyone knows letting outsiders into the main building or even on the campus itself risks someone seeing something they shouldn't. The impressions a low quality room with a folding fucking table does not make good first impressions!

And by god does Karl need that here. 

“Ah, hello there. You must be Mr. Kingsworth. Such a fancy last name you have there my good sir.”

Sitting on a nice leather couch on one side of the room is a rather well dressed man. Brown hair curled up into a stylish cut, the suit he’s wearing being rather expensive looking as he gestures for Karl to take a seat. 

“Please, make yourself at home. It isn’t everyday I have a toy company, especially one as prodigious as Playtime wanting to work with my humble craft.”

Humble is a fucking UNDERSTAMENT. This person Karl is talking to is Alexander James- who happens to own a somewhat high class clothes line. You know, with a clientele that could most likely pay for an average American home in a single payment. 

Alexander James, who’s clothes make regular appearances on runways and fashion magazines. Alexander James, who should have NO investment in Playtime at all. Alexander James, who Playtime cannot make disappear or actually pay off.

As Karl takes a seat on the couches on the other side of the room, with a beautiful table he maybe would have actually paid attention too if he wasn’t dying from anxiety born from this entire situation, he only hopes he can actually cover this neatly.

“No need to address me as such Mr. James, I’m merely a representative for Playtime. Thank you for allowing this conversation under such short notice.”

“If we are to drop the honorifics, please, just address me as Alexander, Karl. Now, while I’m sure you’re as eager to start this conversation as I am- I believe we should first have some lunch no? May I suggest some tea while we wait? I recently had it imported from Japan. Supposed to help cleanse anxiety from the body, but it’s quite delicious as well.” 

Alexander gestures toward the tea set in the center of the finely crafted table that separates the two men. As much as Karl thinks he really shouldn’t impose so soon- especially when he hopes he can cancel this entire “deal” before it gets off the ground, the smell of the tea, which is that of a very sweet scent of cherry blossoms, one that Karl almost mistakes for vanilla, entices him to partake.

Time flies by after just a cup of some rather well made tea. Soon enough the intern returns with the promised lunch, the smell of the sandwiches adding to the comforting feeling Karl’s hosts provide. He only wishes he could feel that comfort when it would stick.

Lunch is eaten rather quickly, Alexander keeping tidy as he swiftly eats the well made sandwiches. The ham in Karl’s sandwich gives a wondrous crunch as the melted cheese mixes with the taste. It’s only the bread, softly sweet but not extremely so, that makes it a fine meal.

Once again, Karl wishes he didn’t have such a heavy burden on him to properly enjoy this.

The food is soon gone and messes cleaned up. Tea refilled as Alexander is handed over a folder from his intern assistant.

“I’m glad you have been enjoying yourself Karl, but I believe we should begin our talks sooner than later, don’t you agree?”

And now the bliss is gone, and Karl realizes he still lacks any plan… he really shouldn’t have indulged. With the poker face trained into him by his higher ups, he keeps a front of joy over his growing dread, a smile shining with false bravado, “Of course Alexander. Thank you for the meal and tea, it was quite a treat… so about the partnership.”

“Yes yes, so, I will be honest with you Karl, when your company reached out with this idea, it was quite a shock. But… It has sparked my mind to begin working on some designs already.”

Alexander opens the folder and begins to lay out several papers, all Karl briefly ignores in favor for the final items to part for the insides of the folder- the damn thing that started all of this.

A set of enlarged photographs… of the BBI Roxie and Catnap… posing in several company branded cosmetics… Not in the factory. Outside of the fucking factory. Seen by someone not connected to the company.

The humor at the situation is not lost on Karl. Honestly, if it was someone else from the Pipeworks, he would be laughing his ass off at it. But it’s happening to him. He cannot find humor in this. His very life could end if he messes up here.

Somehow, an employee was able to sneak in fashion magazines for the Critter sector of the BBI. Said employee was approached by Roxie who requested them to send these damn photographs to Alexander James’ designer office so they could “Become a model with my brother!” after seeing the ad for runway models for Alexander’s work.

Someone, they got the photos out, got it set up to where it was not some random person but the COMPANY sending the damn things- and kept it undercover for another 2 MONTHS.

How?

HOW?!!

HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!?!?!

Karl simply swears if he even encounters the racoon he’ll deck them in the face for this fucking shit show! If he can’t cover this up- It’ll be the last damn thing he does!

He would lash out at the apparent mastermind behind this instead, but they are currently locked in a cell as the company finalizes the “Farewell” procedures. God Karl can only hope no one else needs to be said “farewell” too. That’ll be even more work for Pipeworks if so- 

But all he has to do is make sure Alexander doesn’t… what?

Wait what hold on no that’s not how this was supposed to go-

Karl’s mind rebooted as he finally processed the last line from Alexander James… NO.

Eyes upon the paper placed down first- OH FOR FUCKS SAKE.

Karl was very close to breaking his false smile at this point… because Alexander made designs. MADE CLOTHES DESIGNS FOR THE FUCKING CRITTERS.

WHAT THE-

“Oh that’s wonderful Alexander. I’m glad you found the proposal that engaging… your thoughts on our models?”

“Well Karl, you and Playtime have outdone yourself. Those mannequins look almost life-like! How could I say no to such an opportunity to have some fun.”

OH THANK GOD- he thinks they're fake! Good good Karl can work with this and-

“I do hope when I get my hands on them I’ll be able to find which designs work best. Photos never do capture what I need to make my work shine.”

OH GO NO- Fuck Fuck Fuck- SAY SOMETHING- YOU CANNOT-

“O-of course sir!- we would just have to figure out how to get them ready on our part!”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- IDIOT. You can’t just-!

“Splendid! I look forward to cooperating with you all… I am worried about the bad press that using your… Catnap would bring. Can Playtime ensure that it wouldn't risk any bad press for the Magazine?”

Okay… There is still a chance! End the deal right here!

“I’m sorry sir but… they unfortunately come in a pair. We’re attempting to fix the bad PR done by the incident with the Catnap plushies but… I cannot ensure it. Maybe we can postpone this until it’s far safer to do the photoshoot?”

Alexander gives some time to ponder while Karl internally sighs. He almost messed things up real bad but he’s almost there. Just gotta make sure Alexander says no and he’s free-

“Well… Let’s give it a try. It won’t be my first controversial piece after all. It would be a waste for your kind folks to throw away the work you did with the large toys anyways.”

Oh no, “Are you sure Mr. Ja- Alexander? We at Playtime care deeply about our partner’s wellbeing. We can push this back if it would-”

With a wave of his hand, Alexander gives a chuckled laugh, “Thank you for your worry Karl, but I promise, there will be no hard in at least giving it a try. I’m excited to start soon all the same! It’s not everyday you get to make clothes for mascots after all!”

With a silent breath, Karl weighed his options. He knows for a fact that if those photos got to someone who knew just a bit more, this could end up being a leak the Pipeworks couldn’t patch up. The problem comes with Alexander himself. If Karl pushed for the deal to stop here and now… he might realize something is wrong here. The man already pointed out how life like they are, so he’s noted that. Karl can only hope he truly is that ignorant or disbelieving of the idea that those “mannequins” are really alive.

A half lie. Just say to the man that the toys are damaged and can’t be used.

“I’m sorry Alexander but… Playtime was hoping to drop the deal entirely.”

Karl suppressed a flinch when Alexander’s eyes snapped to his face like a spotlight, “Oh? For what reason Karl? Both we here and Playtime have put quite the bit of work into this already, no?”

“And you would be correct, however a… accident occurred recently and our, hehe, ‘models’ ended up getting damaged. The employe who caused such a thing has been reprimanded and demoted but-”

“Mr. Kingsworth.”

At the tone forming from Alexander’s lips, Karl’s protests died in his throat. Alexander was leaning forward now, hands interlocked with his chin over them- oh no.

“I would not survive in my line of work without being noticed when a clear lie is being told bluntly to my face. I’m no idiot Kingsworth. I had only hoped you’d be willing to keep things on track… but it seems I’ll have to force your hand.”

Sweat began to drip from Karl’s forehead as the worst case scenario seemed to come about, “Now Alexan-”

“Mr. James, Kingsworth.”

“Mr. James, please, why would I have any reason to lie about this?”

A laugh bellowed from Alexander James, once that put fear into Karl’s very core.

Alexander gestured towards the photos that laid in the center of the table “To the common person, Mr. Kingsworth, these individuals in these pictures could be assumed to be only manufactured… The eyes have a watery shine to them and I wouldn’t miss the tongue shown on this one here.” He pointed towards a photo of Roxie with one hand wrapped around their “brother” and another doing a peace sign over their head. Both are wearing Playtime branded water coats- and that fucker is with their tongue out as they practically winks at Karl through the photograph.

He can at least agree with Catnap’s face- Karl’s was fucking tired of this yesterday.

“Now… All of this could be described as you attempting your utmost best to prove to me quality hand made models… and I would have bought that if that was your sell. I really would…”

Alexander leans back, fishing out a piece of paper from his suit that he treats with utmost care. Slowly unfolding it as if to make a point of Karl’s helplessness.

“If I didn’t get a letter from this… Roxie as well.”

NO.

NO.

THAT RACOON BITCH.

HE’LL FUCKING KILL THEM YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO HIM- WHY THIS?!!

Alexander, uncaring for Karl’s internal damnation of a certain purple racoon, begins to read out the somewhat messy handwriting of one Roxie Reedcycle: 

“Hello there Mr. James! My name's Roxie! Marie said she would send this to you so I wanted to add a letter! Me and my brother would be perfect models! All of your clothes are so cool and I really want to give it a try! Catnap says he doesn’t want to but he got vetoed- I’m not sure how Clothes would work with our tails- I mean it was really uncomfy trying on all the clothes Marie found for us. It just wasn’t good, I hate my tail being cooped up like that ya know! Maybe you could also figure out how to make it not itch so much? The clothes kinda made my stitches feel tingly and it wasn’t really good. I was scratching at it and everything and Naps had to stop me- I don’t think my fur likes cotton. : ( So maybe something soft? OOOOOO maybe silk! I’ve never worn silk before! I think DD would look wonderful in silk! Would you be okay with the others joined in too?! I can ask Marie if she can send more photos of them like the ones we did before! Hmm- Maybe I should see about stitching up some old clothes into some stuff for everyone- I think Bobby would love a dress! Maybe-”

At the sight of Karl’s now visible horror, his body deflating into the couch he sits on as he stares at the guillotine axe being read aloud in Alexander’s hands, Alexander stops reading out the letter and smiles so damn smugly at Karl, even if Karl would never dare point that out, “Should I keep going Mr. Kingsworth? I must say, I did enjoy reading this letter from such a dear fan of mine. So much details as well- stuff a company such as Playtime would never put into a formal letter. Little Roxie even talked about how much they wanted to try cake again after they was… oh yes “I got super yelled at when I stole that piece of cake. It wasn’t even stealing! Someone just left it out! Even if I got no food for dinner it was worth it though!”

This is a set up , it has to be. THIS WAS FUCKING PLANED- It had to be! No way that bastard Marie didn’t think this through. The fact they even set it up to be sent under Playtimes own names only adds to that! There has to be still a chance, Karl can't just accept this lying down. His life is on the line!

“Haha- Mr. James that must be just a mistake, we at Playtime Co would never condone-”

A slam of Alexander’s free hand on the table, rocking the tea set, quickly told Karl he lost the moment he came through these doors, “Mr. Kingsworth, here is what's going to happen. You’re going to set up a photo shoot for this child and their brother and friends, I’m going to make the best damn clothes I can for them, and Maybe I’ll remain quiet about the rampant child abuse your company takes part in. This is for the good of all of us, isn’t it?”

Karl could only nod at that- what could he do but follow along with the demands of someone who could absolutely spread around these images and letter to god knows who.

“Splendid. I hope you have a good day now! I’ll be looking forward to when we begin.”

That smile of a predator sinking teeth into prey… it’ll haunt Karl for a long time after this.

Karl’s mind doesn’t process leaving, or getting into his car, or driving home, or when he found himself on his bed at his dingy apartment, small tears running down his face as he stares at the fan slowly cycling above him.

Karl no longer can think about any of this. 

He can longer process anything anymore.

Because his very mind is consumed with absolute dread at what Playtime is going to do with him when they learn he FAILED.

He can only hope he’s just made into a toy. God he hopes that’s all they do with him. 

He can still remember the screams for the most recent tests on the properties of the poppy gas.

He can only beg that he won't end up like that.

Well… Maybe there’s a way he can avoid that fate.

Sitting up from his bed, a plan comes together. A desperate, half formed plan that could just make everything worse… but the best he has.

If he can follow along with Alexander’s idea while keeping the risk of an unfixable leak in check… and use this connection to Alexander to create a social barrier from being said “farewell” too…

All he needs to do is force the company's hand to allow this to happen. And by god does Pipework have what he needs to do that.

Well- Guess it’s time for an honest to god fashion show.

Karl is so fucked.

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And that's it for Chapter 1! I hope you all enjoyed! This was a crack thing I cooked up when talking to @visinox about the @realizinau. (look, someone has to be in charge of keeping Playtime's brand okay when Playtime is... PLAYTIME.)

Of course, since this is part of the Realizing Extra's AU, I couldn't not include the other parts from it. So thank you @iidgm for letting me use Roxie!

I may continue this if it's wanted enough, or hey, better yet even collaborate with even more creators on this project! Feel free to reach out if you ever want to chat about it! I love talking to new people about being creative gremlins!

[tangledbea]

Why do you think the Disney and Pixar twist villains kept happening?

Because it worked when it was well done (King Candy, Waternoose, Lotso), and was such a delightful shock and well-placed plot point that they thought it was what the audience wanted. The shock value, not the well-written plot point. This is also the beginning of the era when media companies -- not just Disney -- started thinking that tricking your audience was more important than writing a good story.

Hans being the villain was shocking (if you weren't at all following blogs that posted the story development of the movie, and hadn't read the track list of the soundtrack yet), but it wasn't well-done. They had to deliberately make him appear less conniving to the audience, when the camera was only on him and not on any of the other characters, because they wanted to fool the audience.

After Hans, the audience started to be aware of the pattern, and started to expect it. I don't know about you, but when Big Hero 6 released, I was watching it that first time and I told my sister, "Either Tadashi is still alive, and he's Kabuki for some reason, or Professor Callaghan is." I also wasn't surprised at all when Bellweather turned out to be the villain in Zootopia.

And sometimes, it wasn't even hidden. In Incredibles 2, Evelyn Deavor's name was literally Evil Endeavor. I can forgive a story that's not trying to hide it, because it's not a twist then.

Anyway, again, Disney and Pixar aren't the only companies that were/are doing it. It was definitely a hot trend for a while, and it's known that some writers/directors would change the plot of a series if the fans guessed where it was going, because they thought they somehow failed by not tricking the audience. It's stupid.

[lylyisbored]

Ok, finally watched Deadpool and Wolverine. Thoughts:

spoilers ahead

Things I liked:

-Cavillrine. Wade should've name dropped "those shitfucks down the street" as warner bros execs specifically but I know it wasn't viable. Henry you're my true superman (and Geralt) forever.

-Hugh Jackman, obviously. He always puts his everything into this character and it's beautiful.

-Backstreet boys' Bye bye bye in the beginning (cheeky nod to Wade swinging both ways? Or all the ways actually)

-Soundtrack in general. I have the impression that they tried to use songs that were popular at the time the fox films they referenced were released and that was sweet. Pure nostalgia.

-Is it just me or the fights between Logan and Wade felt a lot bit homoerotic at times? Especially the car fight. Not just the coreography but like.. the camera slowly panning away while showing the car shaking up and down as the daylight fades? Like, damn. okay. I see what you did there..

That and the other little moments where they weren't fighting but were in close proximity/contact with each other bc reasons. Good job u guys. 10/10 👍🏼

-X23. I'd really like to see her back as the main timeline x23 but i don't trust Disney to not fuck this up.

-All the cameos really. Channing Tatum was avenged too by finally being able to play gambit which is good tho I wish he had the black and red eyes from the cartoons that would've been cool. But yeah he was really funny. (My fancast for main timeline Gambit is still Josh Hartnett tho, that being said Channing was still a good Remy)

-Cassandra was a nice surprise, I didn't know that character or the actress and she made a surprisingly fun creepy villain.

Things I didn't like or threw me off bc im too much of a nerd to not notice:

-Vanessa being fridged without actually being fridged. She was in this movie even less than in the movie where she got killed?Someone really "didn't want to share the spotlight" this time lol

-No but seriously, the reason they broke up wasn't clear/didn't make much sense to me, although I have to praise the acting. I think they just wanted an excuse to make Wade spiral again but they don't know what to do with a no-powers character in a superhero movie unless they're a male comic relief?

-The staples on the head gag. It was funny at first but. regenerative powers. His body should have pushed them out at most a couple seconds after, like it does with bullets. They could still have made a joke out of it.

-And I actually only realized this after watching the film but shouldn't Wolverine also not be able to get drunk bc of his powers? In Deadpool's game Wade can't get drunk bc of exactly bc of that and in Catfa Steve can't get drunk while mourning Bucky for the same reason. And I'm pretty sure his regenerative powers are pretty mild compared to Logan and Wade's.

-They missed a chance to throw in a zip it Mr Darcy. or Tom. Both would've worked. Personally I'm partial to Mr Darcy cause I'm a 2005 p&p stan and I haven't watched Succession yet but yk either would've been good.

-A lil peck between Yukio and Negasonic would've been nice 🥺

-Things I wished would've happened even though most of it can't bc Disney, but a girl can still daydream dammit: 

-Gwenpool

-T-rex-pool

-Mention of Logan being poly with Jean and Scott (it's my hc regardless)

-Pyro having had a enemies to enemies who fuck thing with Iceman at an earlier point in time (also my hc regardless)

-Mention of how ooc and creepy and completely nonsensical cap's "ending" was.

-Mention of Stucky

-The tva actually being evil

-Domino. I miss her. Actually all the X-Force members that were missing except for the vanisher for obvious reasons. Fuck that guy. My hc is that Wade saved all of them anyway. Except for, again, the vanisher.

-The timelines get fixed to keep existing when their franchises die. They keep on going we just don't see them anymore. I think implying that they die when hollywood doesn't make movies about them/they are not canon anymore is dismissive of fanworks. The multiverse should be infinite and all the stories imagined about a character whether it's "canon" or not exist somewhere no matter how terrible or ridiculous or wonderful it is. We just so happen to get to see only a handful of them in live action.

-Karl Urban as an alternate Wolverine (he's my fancast for the main timeline logan).

-The fact that if Ben Affleck got a subtle jab, Brad Pitt should've gotten 2. Non subtle ones. At all. Idk about you but I think physical abuse is a liiil worse than cheating. Just saying.

-Vanessa having powers. Hear me out: I know that her powers in the comics are basically the same as Mystique's (she's even blue too) BUT they could've made her be like that chick from Heroes that could do anything she saw other people do just by watching them. I would've been different enough from Mystique AND it would've still made sense with her superhero name being Copycat.

-Vanessa and Wade being polyamorous too

Conclusion: I think I might prefer deadpool 2 a juust a tad bit but I still really liked this one :) . It's definitely much better than anything mcu has being releasing lately

Ps: Johnny sweetie ilysm but you're a fucking idiot

Ps²: Wade sweetie ilysm but you absolutely were responsible for it, you didn't have to quote him on that.

Ps³: RIP nicepool I'm sure you were good papa to dogpool no matter how jealous prime deadpool was. Also I loved The Proposal.

[sketchiefoxie]

Explore the lab for clues.

(Optional Soundtrack/Ambience)

April made a small sound, clutching tightly at the hem of her shirt, twisting it around her fingers. "Donnie, please, I don't know what to do!" She whispered, throat tight. It felt like if she were any louder, something bad would happen.

She watched as Donnie's eyes grew hazy, and he lost focus. His whole body slumped down, face pressing against his keyboard, cheeks pressing down upon the keys, still making that simple yet repetitive clicking sound.

April quickly looked around, trying to see if she could find anything to help. There wasn't anything within immediate eyeshot, as the lab itself was dark. The corners were so dark, it was almost as if the room itself was permeated by a pitch black mist.

The only place with some semblance of lighting was the area near Donnie's computers. The remaining screens fizzled pathetically, static buzzing loudly. Only the one computer was on, still playing the same video. Though the volume was incredibly quiet, and April presumed Donnie had either turned it way down, or had connected his headphones to the computers.

Donnie hadn't moved. He hadn't given April any indicator as to what was wrong, how she could fix it, or anything. He just laid there, eyes trained on the screen, clearly unfocused. As if he were forced to watch it, and didn't want to. It unsettled April to no end.

Slowly, she pulled out her phone, turning on the flashlight, adjusting the setting to a dimmer light. Her phone battery was a lot lower than she'd prefer. The battery was really draining fast, much faster than it should have been.

"I'll be right back, ok?" She promised, backing away from her brother. His vacant stare, and slack jawed expression did nothing to assure her. That weird rainbow stuff was still leaking out of his mouth.

Turning around, April shone her light across the lab.

It was a horrendous mess. Tables overturned, projects destroyed, and memories trashed. The only time April had seen Donnie's lab in such a mess, was when the Shredder destroyed their first lair, and Donnie had been heartbroken over that.

Carefully, she stepped over the numerous piles of broken things. Unlike the rest of the lair, none of these piles were sorted, which was almost more unnerving. April had started getting used to seeing neatly stacked piles of violently destroyed wall rubble.

This whole thing was really freaking her out. What had happened here? Why was Donnie just laying in front of a dying computer screen? How come she had forgotten him? Where were the rest of her brothers? Was he dying?

This entire thing just screamed 'horror mystery' and April wasn't particularly pleased by it. She didn't really feel like living in Bendy and The Ink Machine or Five Nights at Freddy's, thank you very much.

With swooping motions, April scanned the lab, waving her flashlight back and forth to illuminate her search. There wasn't much so far. Mostly just broken junk.

On the back wall of the lab, there were numerous papers written in hasty scribbles, and strings strung to every corner. It reminded her of a spiders web, but only if the web was made of blood red string.

April briefly wondered if the writing on the wall had any important significance. Though, as this was Donnie, there was a good chance that it was all just equations for abandoned projects.

Except...

Not all of those looked to be Donnie's notes. Carefully, she approached the walls, and began to read over some of the papers.

They weren't as exciting as she hoped, with the bulk of them being exactly what she expected. Maps of the lair, equations, and blueprints. The largest blueprint seemed to be of some strange machine called the "Anti-Mutation Radiation Chamber." Yeah, as if that wasn't hella creepy. Was this what Donnie meant when he had been talking about helping the mutants who didn't want to be mutants anymore? Seemed a little late though, as most of the mutants had found themselves lives to live.

Though, off to the side, and tacked over some other papers, were numerous lists of rations. Most of the rations were lists for food, water, laundry, the works. But they were mostly scribbled out. To be honest, when she thought about it, it was a concerning amount of rations...

At the bottom of one of the notes, in hasty writing, was the words "Angelo got it covered." April glanced backwards, thinking of the spilled soup bowls. She couldn't really see them in this lighting. Somehow, the knowledge that Mikey had it covered, was sorta unsettling. 'Got it covered' how?

At least it was confirmed that Mikey was here. He was the one who most likely took her gun, which was even more concerning! Mikey should have no need for a gun.

April frowned deeply, and pushed those thoughts to the back burner, and moved her flashlight along the wall to better scan the rest of the tacked up blueprints. Then something caught her attention. Over in the corner, was a pile of junk, and a lump under a tarp.

The tarp was a suspicious shape, and all around it was leaking puddles of fluids, and deep red stains. Without even needing to look, April could guess what was under the tarp. Her blood immediately grew cold, and she had to swallow numerous times to keep from gagging.

She didn't even want to think about what was under that tarp, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the impending sense of dread she felt. April was no stranger to the smell of death. After the Krang attacked, the streets had been filled with it. It was a very distinct smell, not one to ever be forgotten. The smell was becoming more and more horrendous, pungent and thick.

How had Donnie been living like this?!

She quickly turned her attention away from the tarp to look back in Donnie's direction, and she almost flinched. His head was off his keyboard, and he was watching her from over the back of his fancy chair. From this angle, it looked like his head was backwards, though April knew he had just shifted in his seat.

April offered him a hesitant smile, heart hammering. Donnie didn't reciprocate the smile.

Oh gosh, she was really really beginning to hate this.

April hesitantly turned her attention back to the pile and the tarp, and her eyes grew wide. That was her portable charger in the pile!! How had it gotten there?

She glanced over her shoulder again, making eye contact with Donnie, shivering at the dull eyed stare he gave her. April slowly stooped down, scooping up a twisted piece of metal. Donnie still didn't move. April wasn't even sure if he was really watching her. He wasn't even moving.

Slowly, April began to creep forwards, gripping her makeshift weapon lightly. She didn't even know what she was so scared of! Ok, that was a lie. There was everything to be scared of.

Upon closer inspection, the pile of junk was made up of... Her things... Her first aid kit, her gun, her headlamp, and even an extra phone. There were two or three of each item. April took a double take, and quickly shrugged off her backpack, shining the light into it. She had everything she had checked for when she had pulled out her first aid kit to clean her chin.

How... What... Just, how?

Slowly, April's gaze drifted over to the tarp, and she swallowed thickly, never in her life more grateful to have her perfume scented face kerchief. It certainly didn't block the smell, but it made it a little less horrible.

April reached out to grip the tarp, reluctant to touch the clearly soiled surface. She needed to know who was under there, and why Donnie clearly had a dead body in the corner of his lab.

"April..."

April froze, breath catching in her throat, and her hand twitched, shifting the tarp. Someone whispered her name behind her, raggedy, and hoarse. Donnie's voice.

She remained frozen, jaw tightly clenched, eyes downcast. She could practically sense his presence behind her. But she hadn't heard him get up, or move, or anything. Her phone flashlight was still on, illuminating where she had shifted the tarp.

There was a hand beneath the tarp. It was a little hard to tell, as the skin was beginning to change colors from the obvious decay, but the skin was brown. Like hers.

"April..."

Her breath hitched again, and her whole body got goose bumps, chills running up and down her spine. Glancing at her phone, she realized she could faintly make out a reflection upon the dark screen.

Barely, just barely, she could see the outline of Donnie's face, and just his face, the darkness swallowing him up from the neck down.

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