#‣ What a horrible night to have a curse

[songsofwaterandnight]

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[skeletonfumes]

Cyber City Oedo 808 [サイバーシティ OEDO 808] Yoshiaki Kawajiri

[0nly-l0nely]

[sans-guy]

Why Does It consume me Now

[theotherrookie]

Anybody with a self preservation instinct knew that wandering alone at night was never a good idea. You could cross paths with the wrong person and find yourself mugged, facedown in an alley with a knife in your stomach, or become the dinner of some terrifying creature that had happened to choose your street as its hunting ground for the evening.

Most happily abided by that rule. Others, unfortunately, didn’t have such luxury.

Being involved with the not so secret supernatural world, Rook knew that if she wished to find any information on whoever had attacked Lucien, she would have to venture out on her own and in her civilian clothes in order to have a chance to have a chat with any of the groups of non magical hunters infesting the city.

So far, she couldn’t really complain. Some foundation over her scar, a bit of eyeshadow and a hoodie had allowed her to approach these idiots and casually ask about this and that rumor about various creatures, to then circle back to the possibility of a new group or lone wolf with particularly brutal methods.

After lots of prodding, and way too many takes on the same conspiracy theory about pixies living in the sewers, she finally had a promising lead and was on her way to yet another questionable bar where the local silver bullets dealer or whatever usually spent the night at. If there was someone hunting with toxins, that guy would likely know about it. Though it would likely be a good idea to keep an eye on him just in case. This visit was going to be profitable even if it turned out to be another waste of time.

The place she was headed to was a little out of the way. Nobody would bother her for texting while waiting for the light to turn green. It was bad enough she had to be out on her motorcycle in this weather.

That however became the last of Rook’s issues, as somebody had decided to ram their car into her bike. The shock of the impact didn’t allow her time to react and stop herself from being launched off the side of the street. The car sped off immediately, leaving behind only a few bits of a smashed headlight and a Harley ready for the scrapyard.

The same couldn’t be said for Rook, even if at the moment she felt like being tossed into a hydraulic press would have hurt less. The impact had knocked the air out of her lungs and made her all the more aware of the perspective of her ribs and probably most of the bones in her legs having been reduced to powder. The helmet had done its job at least. The blood she was tasting was from the lacerations on her face.

All things considered, not a great time. Though that meant she could call for help. She just ate shit, but her phone was built to resist an explosion.

Alas, before she could do any of that, another car stopped by. Rook heard three sets of approaching footsteps on the gravel, along with some quiet chattering.

“Let’s grab this traitor and get the hell out of here.”

There was no resistance. Rook was out like a light the moment a bag was put over her head. Her body began regenerating while she was taken away and crammed into the trunk and made waking up strapped to a chair in a windowless room marginally less miserable.

“…Seriously.” She managed to tug at her restraints once, before the weirdo she was sure was behind the crash decided to show himself.

And what a fucking joke he was. She stared up, her expression enough to get across what she thought of the mask he was wearing while he jabbed a needle in her shoulder. Rook felt her muscles stiffen before relaxing completely. The feeling made her stomach lurch.

She let out a pained whimper as the lights on the ceiling kept blinding her. Drifting back into unconsciousness felt tempting at the moment, but he wasn’t about to allow her. It hurt when he tilted her head upwards to rub the foundation off her scar and have a good look at her still bloody face.

“Rise and shine, little bird! I want you to pay attention to what I’m about to tell you, before you forget.”

[femcelbassmentdweller]

Here's my new project: fuck trump

[alfheimr]

i drew this way over a year ago but i think i just forgot to post it here. ingo adventure dx

[tired-old-men]

(Morgan once again was chatting with some of the Guardians, no shenanigans planned, just the tall Guardian girlie looking for some chatter... but another echidna appeared. A short white furred female) "Helloooooooo~ Theres my beloved~" Morgan sighed and rolled her eyes, "Hello, Arcana. Just having a chat..." "In an alternate dimension? Without me? I'm hurt..." The woman's eyes wondered to the few echidna's she saw standing around... a smirk then appeared on her face, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. Morgan glared, "Arcana. Don't. Leave them alone". "TO BEAST!!", she suddenly raised her voice and casted a spell, it randomly hitting at least one of the random Guardians stood around. "ARCANA!!" "Oh relax it'll wear off... in a few days", she giggled.

Spectre was idly hanging about in the background, the presence of these new faces were becoming more of a norm these past few weeks with their continuous surprise visits. Initially he didn’t think anything about Morgan’s partner coming to visit, until he felt something off about her, like she was planning to do something nefarious.

His suspicions would shortly be proven right by her actions. By the time her voice was raised he had already moved swiftly from his spot, phasing in thin air appearing in front of her suddenly, taking the brunt of whatever spell she’d casted. 

He reeled back, oddly enough he didn’t feel any pain or anything abnormal, but regardless of what it was it was instinct to keep his family safe. After the initial shock, Morgan and Arcana received a proper old man scolding. Spectre addressed them sternly about Arcana’s sudden actions, advising her to not repeat that behavior, and finally stating he wouldn’t take threats to his family lightheartedly. 

He left it at that before excusing himself to his quarters, behind him he could hear his son giving the pair a piece of his mind. With a pointed tone, his message of their recklessness lacked a lot of the grace his father’s had, but it was certainly heard.

Spectre had retreated back into his room, preforming some cautionary tests to audit his health after whatever magic had invaded his body. Besides an elevated heart rate there was nothing abnormal for him to worry about, so he decided to wind down for the night, finally making himself comfortable in the privacy of his own quarters. 

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What started as a mild annoying headache had now escalated to a full on migraine, medication didn’t help, relaxing didn’t help, not even the comfort of the dark helped. The elder had begun to pace around the room, flipping through books he’d made levitate all around him with chaos abilities, looking for answers and finding nothing that could compare to what he was feeling.

At this point he was on edge, his skull crushing headache was making it hard to think or even focus, and now his body began to ache badly. Something was happening to him, but he was too blindsided by pain to notice, until it was too late. 

What proceeded felt like a blur of sensations for Spectre, he could feel sharp claws as he grabbed at himself, easily ripping whatever fabric was on him. His growling had become more visceral in nature, sounding less like a man and more like a beast. At some point he’d end up stumbling on all fours on the floor, yet the room around him looked a lot smaller than it usually did. He had the strong urge to scream into the air, but all he could hear were howls.

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Sojourner had made his way to his father’s quarters. While he’d given his father some space to take care of himself and unwind after the day’s event, 3 hours of silence from the elder was concerning. Sojourner knew his father well enough that he knew he’d at least acknowledge one of the messages he’d sent asking if he was alright. He feared that his father was going through one of his ‘bad days’, perhaps the incident had triggered something in him, regardless he needed to know that his father was alright especially after that strange howling he thought he heard earlier. 

His fears would be nearly confirmed when he walked into Spectre’s room and saw that is was thrashed. His books were tossed all around the floor, furniture was knocked over, what remained of his clothes were tattered shreds, and the room was covered in large deep scratches. While he’s seen his father through the worst of his mental health struggles, this was rather extreme, now fearing that the Legion could be behind this. The more he thought about what scenarios could have caused this, the more he began internally panicking, Sojourner would take a breath and tried to remain calm as his father had taught him to do in crisis situations. 

“Pops?” He began calling out, hoping he would still be here and just hiding at best. 

“Sir?! Are you here? Where are you?…It’s just me… just wanted to check up on you… after today and all… Pops?!!” He continued to call out as he looked around the room for any sign of him, only finding more disarray in the process.

“Da-!“ Sojourner stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed a pair of glowing red eyes staring straight at him from a dark corner of the room.

While red eyes were typically a sign of his father’s presence, there was something very different about these eyes, just by noting their positioning in the room, whatever this was would tower over his father’s height. A deep growl could be heard coming from its direction. Before Sojourner could even act the creature had lunged at him, pinning him to the ground with a hardy thud, knocking the wind out of him. Sojourner attempted to push the creature off of him or even manage to slip away but it was of no use, the creature was huge and heavy, its large claws had a good grip on his chest. 

Surprisingly enough while the snarling creature got in Sojourner’s face he wasn’t mauling him. While a good sign a very odd one at that, instead the creature was sniffing? Him? 

“Urg… get.. off.. me!” Sojourner managed to shout between hard breaths, his hands beginning to glow green with chaos energy in retaliation. To Sojourner’s utter shock, the creature complied backing off from the echidna. He immediately got up, preparing to defend himself, but the creature would just circle him, observing him with a low displeased growl but no intention of attacking. 

“What the hell…” Now that the echidna was in no immediate threat, he was able to get a good look at this ‘creature’. It was unlike any life form he’d encountered before on island, it was massive and beast like. It walked on all fours like a canine but it’s claws were huge and looked like they were meant more for digging. It had wolf-like ears but also long spines like an echidna would, and a massive tail. He could even see something shimmering on his body through its thick unkempt fur. 

Cybernetics? On this beast? Could this be a plot from the Legion… what the hell is this thing? The more he studied this creature the more familiar it’s appearance felt to him. His black red fur with hits of white showing his age, his piercing red eyes, even the arrangement of his cybernetics… It didn’t dawn on Sojourner until the creature faced him again, noticing the white crescent moon marking on his chest that starkly stood out against his dark fur. 

“D-Dad?” Sojourner muttered in disbelief…

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[heredis-sanguinis]

A tiny figure would be seen stalking Vlad from the shadows. With his every move the figure would keep a watch until he believed it was time to strike. Swiftly the small vampire boy would make his move to try and jump on Vlad's back.

The elder vampire was aware of the smaller one's antics and movements. He was rarely inconspicuous after all, despite what he assumed to be. It would have been only a matter of time, before Jack made another attempt at surprising and proving himself to be strong to Vladimir.

Within an instant, almost too fast to see, the boy got slammed into the wall by the other, causing small pieces of plaster and debris to fall around them. Cracks and a dent around the small form of Jack, Vladimir's hand still holding him in place, though the force of the impact would have put the child deep enough into the structure to keep him there.

"Must we keep up this charade, boy? You're centuries too early to try and catch me by surprise..."

[fitz-and-simmons]

Google Search: How to politely explain to your professor that he broke your brain by assigning Castlevania and that you have watched the second season four times in the past week... and that you gamified your to-do list to "earn" new episodes since that seems to be the only way you're capable of making progress on your PhD applications current

[bloodyethanol]

goodnight ignore tags i am ok night night

[geraskierfanficprompts]

And that curse's name?.. autism...

life would be sooo good without my curse

[skeletonfumes]

Cyber City Oedo 808 [サイバーシティ OEDO 808] Yoshiaki Kawajiri

[sqoa]

cw stalking

☓☓☓ stalker!satoru likes exploiting his heightened senses to learn everything and anything he can about you. he doesn't even need to be in the fucking room to know that you're sitting with your thighs pressed together because you're still thinking about the letter he slipped under your door that morning.

the letter, in which he wrote the dirtiest details about yourself that not even you picked up on. like how when you're really horny you become restless and can't keep still for too long, or how when you cum your eyes squeeze shut and you almost look scared of the pleasure you're giving yourself. which he loves, because your fear is an aphrodisiac to him.

but you figure whoever it is that's stalking you is only stabbing a guess at what could be true. because there is no way he's someone you've fucked, because you don't fuck on a whim. the only other explanation you can come up with is that he's been in your home, either to install cameras or slip into the shadows late at night when you're touching yourself. which is a ridiculous thought, so he must be assuming.

until you come home from a particularly gruelling day to find a small box on your pillow.

it's black, and wrapped in a blue ribbon that looks hauntingly familiar to the shade of blue—you shake your head. with trembling hands you open the box to find three things. one of which is a baby blue vibrator, the same shade as the ribbon and a certain set of eyes you often think of when you touch yourself. you also find a smaller box with a note attached.

'a promise, until you trust me enough to replace it with the real thing, doll.' it reads, and doesn't make sense until you open the box and find a ring inside. expensive looking and glistening under the moonlight coming in through your window. it fits your ring finger perfectly when curiosity bests you and you slip it on. You should be panicked, locking your doors and calling the police but there's a horrible ache in your lower abdomen that has you awful restless, and you realise that perhaps your sweet-tongued stalker knows a little more about you than you do yourself.

weeks of gifts like this go by, from sex toys to expensive meal deliveries each night, you're starting to feel more like a sugar baby than a victim. and still, you haven't even given in to your stalker... you've been too scared to touch yourself, to put the box of toys he's gifted you to use, because each night as you fall asleep you dream of vile things done to you by a man you can't see the face of. you worry that if you give in, let him watch you fuck yourself stupid on the toys he brought you, you won't want to hate this. to hate the way he calls you his doll, like you're a toy to be played with, in a home he somehow has access to despite how many times you change the locks.

it's not until you're on a mission one day, alongside satoru gojo. you're in an awfully tight space together, stuck in an abandoned warehouse and boxed in by curses that you're sure he could handle in the blink of an eye if he wanted to. but you're here, pressed chest-to-chest and breathing in the scent of his sweat and cologne mixing together—sugar on his breath.

and you're just so needy, after weeks of denying yourself in hopes of boring your stalker away. you have to press your thighs together, satoru's hard abs against your stomach is too much: and the way he looks down at you, laboured breath and glossy lips parted... you have to look away. but when your gaze meets the ground, you catch a glimpse of something that you hadn't noticed before.

a ring on his finger, one that matches yours—hell, it even looks cut from the same gem.

and his voice is poison. "you've been hiding from me haven't you, my doll?"

[narcissusneverknewme]

the Earth will never be healed again until China starts producing stuff with a sufficient amount of genderfuckery again. nearly all of the most compelling stuff China has ever produced has featured a significant amount of genderfuckery. that and the gay shit. send X or whatever you fools say now

[roadrunnertwice]

oh NO

Pranks aside, I’ve never had a hard time telling them apart by name and I think it’s due to a notable deformity in my handwriting: I start several characters (like O) from the bottom instead of the top, so backslashes go backwards and forward slashes go forwards. If you start from the top you’ve got my sympathy bc that’s probably actually kinda hard to remember.

So… probably native writers of RTL languages like Arabic would have an easier time of it, as a population. Except the individuals whose handwriting is fucked like mine. If only it was possible to do a poll about this lol