#*evil manic laughter*

[goferwashere]

the sketch requests are still being worked on but I’m currently in the middle of being possessed by an idea. I’m working on it and it’ll be done soon hopefully. For now take this, it’s a part of the project but I won’t say it’s purpose

[galaxychaos78]

waiting for my friends so we can get some ramen in the meantime I can work on SMUTT

[mechieonu]

it's been nearly ten years of bendy and i just need to say the voice work in that game is some of my favorite EVER

[chrisstvrns]

⌞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭!𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬⌝ ⸝⸝

it had taken weeks of planning and negotiating snacks, bedtime schedules, and emotional bribes, but the night had finally come.

chris stood at the bottom of the stairs, smoothing down the front of his shirt while you fumbled with your earring in the hallway mirror.

“you sure this looks okay?” he asked, already half smiling at your reflection.

“you look great,” you said, giving him a once over and leaning up to kiss his cheek. “now help me get out the door before someone starts crying.”

as if on cue, from upstairs, a high pitched shriek rang out, followed by the unmistakable crash of lego bricks being upended.

chris winced. “too late.”

you both headed up the stairs and found matt in the living room trying to pry a handful of legos from the vice grip madi. meanwhile, nicky had apparently decided he was a pirate, swinging a wooden spoon like a sword and chasing nick, who looked wildly unqualified to be an enemy.

“you guys are gonna be fine,” you said, sounding mostly convincing as you slipped your shoes on. “we’ll only be a couple hours. i left some lunchables in the fridge, give madi the one with the oreo, and nicky the one of the chocolate chip cookie, bedtime is eight thirty, no tv after eight.”

chris nodded at the chaos. “and if one of them tries to convince you they’re allowed to have cookies after brushing their teeth, they’re lying. cute, but lying.”

matt looked up from the lego skirmish. “we’ve got this. i survived basic training, remember?”

“that was against adults,” nick muttered, ducking as nicky charged him again. “i’m fighting a manic toddler with the energy of a small hurricane.”

chris patted him on the shoulder, laughing. “good luck, man.”

with one last glance at your children, and a deep breath, you and chris made your escape, the door closing behind you like the final scene of a heist movie.

two hours later, the house was quiet.

chris pulled into the driveway, glancing at the front window.

“think they tied matt to a chair and made nick eat play doh?” he asked with a smirk.

“wouldn’t be the weirdest thing those two have survived,” you replied.

inside, they found the living room looking relatively intact. nick was lying on the couch with a juice box pressed to his forehead like a cold compress. matt was asleep sitting up, madi curled up next to him like a cat, and nicky was sprawled across a beanbag, still wearing his pirate hat.

you raised an eyebrow. “they’re all… alive.”

chris whistled low. “impressive.”

nick cracked one eye open. “you owe me hazard pay.”

madi stirred and mumbled sleepily, “uncle matt said we could have one more cookie but then we had to do bed stuff. he didn’t say when the cookie had to end.” she giggled

“she licked it for 45 minutes like it was gold,” nick whispered hoarsely.

chris chuckled. “well. we’ll bring you guys back souvenirs next time we do something dangerous like, what’s it called? oh yeah. dating.”

nick groaned and pulled a blanket over his head. “next time, i’m busy.”

matt, eyes still closed, muttered, “you’re never busy.”

“watch me.”

you and chris exchanged a look and stifled your laughter.

“come on,” chris whispered, taking your hand. “let’s get the twins to bed and maybe finish the night with some wine.”

as you leaned into him, you whispered back, “i say we fake another date next week.”

chris grinned. “you’re evil.”

“and you love me.” you smile, lifting madi from the counter, resting her on your hip. chris gets nicky, tickling him as you all make your way downstairs. 

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[writers-potion]

Creating Villains and Monsters (dark fic)

Human Villains

Serial killer, cruel despot, sexual sadist, religious fanatic, playground bully or a hypocritical schemer.

Cliches to Avoid

a villain who is pur evil with no redeeming qualities

the villain who is evil without real reason

hot stinking breath

manical laughter

Motivation

"Because he is evil" is not a sufficient answer.

Give him ambition, a twisted worldview, a twisted past, an obsession that drive him forward with some logic, not blind bloodlust.

Depth

A complex villain adds emotional power and depth to the story.

He has a genuine good side, and may even be up for redemption...but doesn't choose this path.

Draw similarities between the evil and the hero. They may come from the same background, skills or even the same cause - but they have different ethical standards.

Show the hero struggling against the evil streaks in his nature, and the villain fighting the good streak in his.

Describing the Villain

Smiles: make them chilling by using detail. - his lips curved and bared teeth. - the corners of her mouth turned up, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

Voice: compare the voice to something unpleasant. - his voice sounded like a dentist's drill - he spoke with the coldness of a ... - his voice had the ... tone of a ... - his voice was as sharp as a ...

Eyes: compare the color to something unpleasant - as dark and murky as a stagnant pond - as piercing as a pair of daggers - glinting like steel blades - the color of frostbite

Smell: insert a detail about how the villain smells when they approach the POV character - peppermint mouthwash and aftershave - beer and stale sweat - garlic and axle-grease

Hands: describe the texture of this hands, and the shape of their nails.

Monsters

Invite the reader to feel pity for the monster by giving it a motivation that readers can understand on a human level - for example, to protect is young, or break its loneliness.

Reveal Bit By Bit

The issue with inducing horror with monsters is that once the reader has seen it, it no longer has the same chilling effect.

Show a different part each time, and delay the full view for as long as possible. Perhaps it can only be heard first, then the smell.

Keep It Plausible

If the monster is a beast of imagination, plausibility is another challenge.

How did it come into existenc?

A prehistoric animal, survived or recreated.

A mythological creature

A new species from faraway lands

A real animal infected with a new disease

A ruthless government ran a program for new monsters

A mutation occurred, resulting in a monster.

A major plausibility factor is size. Just times 4x a normal animal wouldn't be palusible, since their skeleton won't be able to hold the weight.

Outsize flying creatures are also not likely. Water creates can plausibly have enormous sizes.

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[apollowhoo]

hello!! I love your Alastor x Child Reader stuff you wrote. So can you please write an one shot of Alastor with a child reader who's the oppisite of him? What i mean is, Alastor is lowkey nonchalant but the reader is actually insaine. I hope i explained enough.

soo... you didn't say anything for a plot so i just made them meet, i hope that's alright with you<33

ALASTOR X INSAINE CHILD!READER

Hell was always the same with the chatter of sinners and the painfull screams all around. Alastor, strolled through the streets, his cane tapping rhythmically against the ground. His wide grin never faltered, though his sharp red eyes darted around, observing everything.

Then he heard it—the most evil laugh, high-pitched and absolutely unhinged. Alastor stopped, tilting his head, the sound was coming from an alleyway just ahead. He adjusted his tie and strolled over to the alleyway.

What he found was... surprising.

A small child, no older than ten, stood over what used to be a rather unfortunate demon. The remains were scattered about in a chaotic mess of black goo . The child, held a jagged piece of metal in one hand, the other smeared with the remnants of the "fun." They're wide eyes shimmered with manicness.

"My, my, what a display!" Alastor exclaimed. "I must say, it’s rare to find someone so creative with their time."

The child turns to him, eyes glowing. “Did you see? Did you see what I did?! He said I couldn’t take his hat—so I took everything else!” They gesture dramatically at the mess behind them.

Alastor chuckled, twirling his cane. “Quite the overachiever, aren’t we? But tell me, dear child, what drives you to such... theatrical carnage?”

They tilt their head, clearly unbothered by his casual tone. “Why not? It’s fun! It’s exciting! Don’t you think so?”

Alastor’s smile twitched. “Ah, yes, but there’s an art to it, my dear. A balance. Chaos is like a radio frequency—too much static, and the signal is lost.”

The child seemed unimpressed. “Static is fun. It’s loud, and no one can ignore it.” They grin wider, holding up the bloodied piece of metal like a trophy. “Want me to make some for you?”

Alastor’s chuckle turned into a full-blown cackle. “Tempting! But I think I’ll pass. Watching you is entertainment enough.” He leaned in closer, his grin sharp. “But do be careful, little one. Hell is like an ocean full of fish, and not all of them appreciate someone making such a mess.”

They automatically lean in just as close, their smile never faltering. “Let them come. I’ll make it fun for them, too.”

Alastor pulled back, his laughter echoing down the alleyway. “Oh, I do believe I’ll enjoy keeping an eye on you. You, my dear, are a star in the making.”

And with that, he tipped his hat and strolled away, his cane tapping the same rhythm. The child curiously follows him.

After all, it wasn’t every day they found someone who appreciated their particular brand of madness.

[kittenscookie]

Modern Epic Au—After Percy finds out about Luke being the contraband kid

Percy: *Shrugs* I used to sell candy back at Yancy so snitching on you would be kinda hypocritical.

Luke: ...You did what?

Percy: I mean it wasn't as...Sophisticated? As what you've got going on here but yeah, I used to sell sweets and stuff out of my dorm—somehow I was never caught!

Luke: ...

An absolutely manic grin starts to spread across Luke's face as he slowly begins to burst into a fit of evil laughter, he slaps a hand on Percy's shoulder after he calms down.

Luke: Oh kid! You and I are gonna get along splendidly!

Yeah, long story short by the time Percy is fourteen he has a candy empire across three different schools. Another point on why Sally is so iffy about Luke. Because on one hand this isn't technically illegal, but on the other it feels wrong.

[pixiemage]

Tango's the kind of guy to do a dramatic smoke-machine-accompanied entrance the first time someone sneaks into Decked Out, eyes glowing and grin sharp and like. Dramatic. Cartoon villain. Manic giggling laughter. And he'll be flanked by a few ravagers, or a warden will be trailing after him, and he'll look threatening as hell. But then one (1) of his lovely beloved monster friends will stub a toe and make the smallest of sad sounds, and Tango'll flip on a dime like "Oh my gosh are you okay??? Where does it hurt??? I'll fix it. It's okay. You're soooo brave-" then turn right back around switch on the dramatic haunting music and evil lighting and a spooky voice effect and threaten whoever snuck in like "You dare trespass in my dungeon?!" and "You'll leave if you know what's good for you" and "Run while you still can" as if he wasn't just baby-talking a beast from hell

And the craziest part is, it probably somehow works

[notmarthagaryson]

MARTHA YOU DUMB CROW RUN THE FUCK AWA DONT LISTEN TO HIM

‘oh my gods I’m gonna die I’m gonna fucking die’

*Martha ignored her panicked yelling and tried to even her breath

she wouldn’t admit it to anyone but for a short moment she thought it was her mother once again yelling at her for whatever reason she had chosen that time*

“if you already know then there’s no reason for me to state them is there?”

*she asked hoping he’ll drop it she didn’t want to list them all believing if she never Acknowledged them then they did not happen*

OPEN MULTIVERSE RP

*Martha wandered around Gotham’s forest aimlessly, it had been a few weeks since what John calls “almost bleeding to death on the fucking floor” and about a week since she last saw John himself. So, a while. *

’Maybe I should visit some time soon?’

*it had been 8 hours since Martha started to look for any clues on where Laverna might be or any evidence the she is still alive.

Martha slowly started to lose hope of finding Laverna* “She can’t be dead! It’s just- it’s not possible!”

It’s your fault you know? If you didnt anger him, then Lara would still be here safe and sound but nooo you had to destroy everything just like you always do “Shut up! She’s alive you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

* Martha gritted out, punching the nearest tree, only ending up with her knuckles bruised, the rough bark scratching her hands* Of course I do! I’m you remember? * Martha couldn’t see her but she knew that loathsome little cockroach was smiling * “I SAID SHUT UP” a crack “YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING! NOT ABOUT ME OR HER OR ANYONE!” *she watched as Martha finally lost it, a pang of pain going up her arm just like how he said As she tried to attack her, with a smirk she led Martha to where he said the portal would be * Oh come on you know I’m right, I always am! Do i really have to remind you about Izzy? “YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT TO CALL HER THAT” * she rolled her eyes *Fine then what about Cathie? *Martha tried punching her but to no avail *“JUST SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE“ * she managed to push her inside the portal her manic laughter was the only thing Martha heard before she lost consciousness *

[everettswritings]

Got an idea for a cute story with a dash of angst if you want

How Shadow milk became the caregiver of regressor y/n....imagine if he had freed himself from the tree (or somehow freed himself again after the events of the story) and began roaming around, doing his usual antics! He eventually reaches y/n's home town/village/well...just home. He does his antics and y/n gets so stressed out, they regress and start crying like a baby.

For Shadow milk...why do I imagine...instant switch flip. From chaotic scary jester mode...to instant funny dad mode...also can imagine Shadow milk just realizing y/n is a regressor and goes '....ok, I'm a dad now. This is my baby now. All mine.' Just instant adoption...releases everyone else because now 1000000% focus is on baby now XD.

Just think the total sudden 180 would be funny lol...

BTW to explain...dash of angst that instantly gets resolved is y/n being terrified of Shadow milk lol...like seeing him all scary with evil laughter and so on scaring y/n so much.

Whole fic time! I actually really love this idea so much, Shadow Milk accidentally adopting someone(especially Y/N) just sounds weirdly canon. (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI!)

Laughter echoed through the air of Beast-Yeast, the maniacal cackling was as loud as lightning and even more frightening than such. Somehow, some way, the Beast known as Shadow Milk Cookie had breached his prison and was now spreading horrific chaos across the land. Circus-y music was blaring loudly and the noises of various acts being performed by mind controlled cookies only added to the cacophony.

You were crouched down in the corner of your living room with your ears covered, paralyzed by fear and trying to fight off your littlespace. You naturally screamed when you heard and saw someone crashing into your home, and you couldn’t help but shake as those heterochromatic eyes locked onto you.

“Well, well, well! What do we have here?!” Laughed the jester causing this madness as he approached you, fully intending to pull you into this like everyone else. You couldn’t hold it back anymore and involuntarily went into littlespace, instantly bursting into scared tears… somehow it made the jester pause in his advance. A look of concern spread across his usually-grinning face as he saw your tears rolling down your cheeks. He felt a pang inside him; but a pang of what? Guilt? Regret? He couldn’t quite decipher it, as it was probably a mixture of many emotions- he couldn’t recall the last time he felt something other than anger or manic joy. He crouched down in an attempt to look less threatening, feeling another wave of this emotion crashing down as you looked over with misted eyes. The jester gave a weak smile, “Hey, lil’ one… It’s alright. You’re alright…” He reached out for you, but you shrunk away. He retracted his hand and paused to think of how to turn your frown upside down.

The Beast’s grin returned to their face as a lightbulb went off; a puppet show! A puppet show was the perfect idea! They pulled a couple puppets out of thin air, clearing their throat to do the appropriate voices, which caught your attention again. One puppet was a baker and the other was just an ordinary guy- where would this go? The baker puppet held up a cupcake with a sleepy face stitched into the felt: “Here you go!” The baker said “One dozin’ cupcake!”, the ordinary guy grumbled “I said one dozen cupcakes!”.

You couldn’t suppress your giggles. The bit was a little dumb, sure, but it was still funny! At least to a regressed you. Shadow Milk Cookie’s grin widened with genuine affection and he decided to keep going, he kept pulling out assorted puppets and performing silly skits with them in order to make you laugh. Eventually, you decided to finally approach the jester and threw your arms around him in a hug. Although Shadow Milk Cookie was a bit surprised, he couldn’t say no to seeing you smile or hugging you back.

“Thank you, you’ve been such a wonderful audience!” They laughed, giving your little head a pat and handing you a little kettle-corn to snack on. As you graciously munched on the sweet treat, they breathed a relieved sigh that you calmed down. Maybe that’s what the pang was- a paternal feeling. They pulled you onto their lap and ruffled your hair.

“I guess I’m a dad now, huh?” They grinned.

That’s all! Ahh! Loved this, loved this, LOVED THIS! Thank you for the request! Have a good one 🫶

[chasedeys]

in a totally not sleazy way: heyyyyy

can i offer you some 23rookies/mike polycule mess real quick:

Mike snuffles the way he does, a crinkle of nose and shuffle of beard-covered chin that makes Chase go a little moon-eyed sometimes, endeared and charmed in spite of himself.

“So I gotta ask,” Mike starts, slurping his melted ice cream, uncaring of it dripping over his beard, “Uno and Burrow—that a thing?”

Charlie snort-cackles into his cone of devil’s piss, a little mean like he usually is when he’s comfortable with you. “Boy, what?”

Mike stares at him long and—well not hard, but a bit like disappointment. Like an ache he didn’t expect to have.

Andrei rolls his eyes and chucks a pillow bulls-eye at Charlie’s stupid face, ignoring how his salsa-vanilla-horror-shit-show spills all over him and the cotton and the floor and a bit over Chase’s sweats.

“He’s not homophobic,” Andrei saves their redheaded disaster with grace he honestly doesn’t deserve, “he’s just a dick because he tried flirting with both of them and got put down so badly it was fucking embarrassing.”

He sings fucking embarrassing like Olivia Rodrigo, hitting the pitches perfectly even if he’s raspy as hell, and Chase kind of hates that he actually knows what song he’s singing—memories of being curled up in the back of Andrei’s van with the doors wide open, tucked under Charlie’s armpit, buried under thick quilts, sipping watered down absinthe, letting Andrei blare that shit right into his fucking ear.

Bug-eyed and jaw hanging open, their new Tight End offers no replies or platitudes—unlike Ossai, who tried to offer his therapist’s hours with actual an discount he sharpied himself on paper napkins through his snotty laughter and tears. BJ was the one who saved all of them from themselves, a time before they knew that Chuck was kind of a psychopath and shouldn’t be trusted with jokes at his expense at all, really. He’d have taken the offer and painstakingly tangled Ossai’s therapist in a pyramid scheme of unknown evils from sheer pettiness alone.

“Did you—” Mike tries, “did you not know or…?”

“He knew,” Chase says, amused as he helps tug Charlie’s sticky shirt off and mop all the mess, “he’s just dumb as all fuck.”

Charlie shrugs, a vision of carelessness complete with vanilla and tomato bits sticking to his skin, “I didn’t really give a shit if they were together, they were hot, just wanted to shoot my shot, you know?”

“I can see why you’re the one catching balls instead of slinging ‘em,” Mike huffs around the rim of his IPA now, lips spit-shiny and beard still with ice cream drying on it.

Charlie points at him with his scrunched up soiled tee, “You joke now, but you’ve never played me at darts.”

“You say that like you’re actually good at it,” Andrei squints at him, all confused puppy charm with his new floppy mullet curling from the heat.

Charlie tackles him.

–

Chase huffs, trying to shake loose the tension in his shoulders. God knows his physical therapist pokes and prods at him to quit tensing up so much but fuck if the thought of—of talking about the future with Charlie and Andrei makes him want to hurl.

–

Chase is in charge of getting flowers, Andrei has the chocolate and the bear, and Charlie has strict instructions to make sure Mike is distracted for the next 2 hours that Tee (bless his kind and tender soul to not ask questions and Tee enough that no one bats an eye at him lurking around no matter how suspicious) can swipe his apartment keys. Charlie’s brand of manic charm keeps Mike away from his own home while Chase and Andrei set up the most romantic dinner in his humble little dining room with his own set of mismatched china and table cloth.

(“No, it’s not creepy or weird Tee, fuck off and steal his keys for us damn it.”

“I already told you I’d do it, why the hell are you telling me all this for fuck’s sake, now I just wanna call the cops on you.”

“Tee.”

“Dont ‘Tee’ me. I’m not the crazy one here.”)

The blooming pot of white flowers he has no idea the name of but looks gorgeous and would compliment the hell out of the high of Mike’s cheeks is held proudly in his arms.

It’s huge, half his body-up is covered by it, It’s potted—though maybe rethinking it he should have gotten it in like those plastic bouquets? Isn’t that how it usually goes? But the florist had just given him the pot and he was kind of intimidated by the idea of asking for it in a plastic wrap—like is that worse? Is it a downgrade? Would he be judged too harshly for asking something probably cheaper for a date? He isn’t a cheap date. He spends half his signing bonus on Charlie’s weird obsession with basketball arcade games. All those coins accumulate, holy shit. The other half on Andrei’s equally weird obsession with any photomatics they come across on their dates. His wallet is filled with what felt like hundreds of little photo papers of Andrei with cat whiskers stamped on his face, fake gnawing on Charlie’s own face decorated with strawberry seeds and a stalk.

He walks out the parking lot and smacks into something right away because of fucking course he does, how can he not?

“Hey Chase,” Joe says, the exact cadence of voice like every other time he greets his guys and the cock of his head Chase can imagine even if his view is obstructed by the spring of flowers all up in his eyeballs. He’d wonder how Joe could tell how it was him but being 6’4 probably gives him the perks of looking at the crown of Chase’s head even as his face is all floral, which—

Okay, yeah, he can’t stand the fucking plant. He shoves it right at his quarterback and damn the man for being perfect because he automatically grabs it from him and the thing doesn't cover his face at all because he’s blessed with a long torso and long arms, so all it does is frame the underside of his face like he's the surprise for a loved one. Fuck him too he guesses.

“Hi,” He greets back brightly, hands to his hips and begging telepathically not to ask please for the love of god.

Except he’s not Ja’Marr Chase or Tee Higgins, so:

“What’s with the flowers?”

“We’re courting Mike,” Chase says flatly, not even bothering to lie, straight out like that’s a normal thing to say when it’s known he’s already happily dating two men. And it is, actually, a normal thing to say, so fuck that.

To his credit, Joe barely blinks at his declaration. But then again, he barely blinks at anything except Ja’Marr Chase crying, so.

His quarterback looks bemusedly down at the plant shoved into his hands. Chase is kind of itching to take it back, but something is stopping him. He’s smart and self-aware enough to deduce that he kind of wants his approval—something about him being the running back to Joe Burrow’s quarterback or some shit, he doesn’t know, sports, man, sports—and his advice, because if this man bagged the world’s most complicated, most hard-to-please, most outrageously high-standard-ed diva wide receiver in the league not named Stefon Diggs and kept him, he’d better have some good ones.

Case in point:

“So you decided to get him a bereavement plant?” Joe asks, squinting down at the plant he's being forced to cradle.

Chase freezes, because that word better not mean what it fucking means goddamnit.

“What—what do you mean bereavement plant? What the hell is a bereavement plant? Did I get him funeral flowers?”

Joe stares at him, “Well. Yeah.”

They spend the next good minute mutely looking each other in the eye. You can always count on Joe Burrow to give a long good stare as you rearrange your thoughts.

“Give me those fucking flowers I need to burn them.”

He gets handed back the flowers.

“Why would you choose white lilies anyway? Most people stick with roses.” Joe asks, like the absolute bitch he is. Chase knows what he’s doing. He can read the smirk behind the flat of his lips, even if he’s trying to hide his mean girl persona under the cover of Joe Cool to the universe. How the hell does he even know what type of flowers these are. Is he fucking with Chase. No, he wouldn’t damn it he’s not Orlando.

“Because they looked pretty!” Chase says shrilly, knowing he sounds hysterical and so-the-fuck-what, “And they looked like something he would like! How was I supposed to know those were funeral flowers? What do you usually get Ja—right. Those purple fleur-de-lis.”

He snuffs out the freak out quick and done because he knows exactly what’s coming—nothing better to tamp down your rising hysteria than the knowledge that your captain is about to spout the most bullshit romantic garbage you’ll probably ever hear in your entire goddamn life on a random Tuesday in Ohio of all fucking places.

“Fleur-de-lis,” Joe corrects, a curling smile tugging his lips and a tilt to his chin like there always is whenever he talks about the apparent love of his life, “Purple irises. Hope, wisdom, trust, and valour. Perfect for Ja’Marr.”

“Ugh, shut up.” Chase groans. Why oh why on earth did he ever admire this man ever so much when he’s nothing but a lovesick dork.

Purple flowers, fresh and bright and pretty and light, delivered like clockwork every three weeks to the bengals locker room, tucked under ‘1 CHASE’ since 2021, distracting the rookies for the first few times it gets delivered before it just—gets too much and gets blocked out of their minds for their sanity. The first time Chase sees them bounding into the room he sniffs around confused and charmed before it got fucking ridiculous real quick, actually.

“To be fair,” Joe says, and Chase braces himself for another bitchy thing to be slapped with, “I don’t think Mike would know they’re funeral flowers. He thinks it’s hotter the higher you are in the mountains.”

And, god, what the hell does Chase even say to that. His taste in men is shit.

One thinks people’s emotions are to be played with and manipulated like playdough he has to stop himself from stabbing him sometimes, another is unerringly good at subconsciously using his looks for everything there has got to be a level 1 DEFCON trauma related to that that Chase feels so shitty even speculating about at times, and now—an actual dumb blond, it feels like. But they’re all his, goddamnit—or will be.

Will be.

Joe stares at him evenly, like he knows exactly what Chase is thinking of. Fuck. Is his crazy eyes showing through. Sydney tells him to constantly chill the fuck out, but he’s not here to cool him down now is he. He’s in fucking Philly wearing tight crop-tops and testing the waters of wearing booty shorts. The hell is Chase supposed to know whether he’s toeing past the line of normal and gets inches away from getting dragged to a shrink.

But the thing is, like always really, Joe just huffs low and amused, like he likes what he sees, like he wants it by his side—and Chase is just reminded all over again how he’s kind of willing to die and kill for this man, how he kind of wants to stay and share his crazy because it’s not crazy at all, is it, with him?

“Give him the flowers,” Joe says, tapping the pot Chase is gripping too tightly, “tell him don’t look it up.”

“That’ll make him look it up.” Chase says automatically.

“Then you’ll have something to talk about,” Joe says easily, clasping his shoulder then slipping around him to his car, “and get to buy him more.”

Well he can’t argue with that, really.

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my characterization of them if u will bc i know that one paragraph is like a slap in the face like the hell are you talking abt cleo:

(disclaimer rpfffffictionnnnnnn :"))))

charlie : a bastard a dick a prick a psychopath someone not fit for public consumption. proof: that time andrei said smth abt new years resolution? i think idk how he doesn’t wanna say smth like but didn’t finish his sentence and said him just being better in general and that’s crazyyyy what the hell did he do 😭, the time he tried to escape the socmed palming the helmet thing clear distrust ish idk he screams crazy and unhinged to me but in the opposite end of the spectrum with chase's brand of crazy like he has ISSUESSSS but whatever u know he's also a brand of when you're it you're it taking mike to the zoo driving him around what the hell do u mean.....he's mean but sweet do u get me

chase : adhd no? also: crazy eyes. just legit crazy. heavily exuberant all over the place one minute you’re talking about a and he’s talking about a and he’s taking over and pushing everything to talk about ab and ac and ad pushy and shameless about it. okay this last part is mostly my own narratives tbh. but he does have crazy eyes i cant let that go like he's so. soooooo. he's like a feral kitten tbh and wholly unapologetic about it. proof: every miced up moment of him tbh, bowling into the endzone even if there’s literally nobody there to stop him and when drew called him out on it he just laughed etc etc sooo sweet and loud like that's what them all work they're all just so sweet you know

andrei : sweet summer child with some issues that I’m stamping onto him just because he’s pretty idk. raspy as hell voice. sooo nice and kind and flirty with everyone so its kind of understandable he’s the socmed admins fav tbh. pushing on narratives to him: people pleaserrrrr. this is where it gets ???? because hes not like this i swear i just write him like this: insecurity issues. am i just a pretty face or am i actually good. chip on shoulder from said pretty face. oh god did i get here from pretty privilege or. but at the same time: sometimes hes like. subconsciously taking advantage of what he has to get what he wants and oppressing it so he knows what he’s doing but he doesn’t know what he’s doing do u get me. but nah he's really sweet and genuine and honestly the people pleaser thing feels very real tbh 😭

mike : the dumb blonde thing is kinda mean but my god that vid of him saying its hotter the higher u r in the mountains. my god. my godddd. but nah other than that he’s funnyyyyy p sure i said this before but like. his humor? 100/10 fits perfectly well with the 23 rookies which is why they want to bang him so bad. i kind of like the idea of charlie being so taken with him bc mike is so incredibly chill abt his crazy which is why the others followed suit lmao. he's so sweet :( that moment with the ig comment 'dinner on me forever' and charlie butting in are u fr :(((

idk tbh the vibes here are more hmm unrealistic? and not even just the rpf aspect of it!! like idk why i made them to be so very flawed people. but i felt like writing them like this so 😭 but i was happy to write anything anyways so. bye 😭

oh i don't know flowers btw :( i just look them up and hope for the best :(((

[likesdoodling]

Gossiping about Sigiswald backstage with Rozemyne and Ferdinand!

I love that Rozemyne's thought bubble is an actual quote from the book.

*dying laughing-

Yes. You're definitely playing into his 'evil, evil hands'

*strangled laughter-

And the end scene of this book? (spoilers if you haven't read it, but if you know what this is from then you probably have-)

I loved it so much!

*intense fangirling in my little corner over here-

Especially seeing it from Lutz' pov where Rozemyne is just blushing all over the place?!

*more intense fangirling/manic grinning-

It was just so- so-

Yeah. It was cool. I liked it a lot.

I didn't end up doing the shading on this purely because I just don't have as much time as I used to, and I'm probably gonna be pretty busy for the next week with midterm tests prep- *sigh...

I did want to do the colouring though, since I absolutely love the fact that Ferdinand's outfit matches Rozemyne's hair and that Rozemyne's outfit matches Ferdinand's hair-

*internal screaming-

I love this entire series. It is kind of sad that it's pretty much finished, but that's what fanfiction and fanart is for, amiright?

(glances over at the various au ideas and animatics that I still have in the 'in progress/drafts' pile-)

Anyway. I'm definitely still gonna be doing fanart for this series for a long time. Just so you guys are aware~

:D

(and maybe actually finish the fanfic which I got like 57,000 words in and left un-updated for over a year- *cough - Myne working for Police Superintendent Ferdinand au anyone? Can't believe I started that like, last year- it's been so long... Drawing is... More my forte when it comes to committing to things, but I am planning on finishing it, university got in the way - *cough)

[zairas-realm-gateway]

I've been playing a lot of Evil Dead the Game lately. I took a break for a few months but now the obsession's back. But, while I'm busy running my ass across the map trying to fix Knowby's mistake, I think a lot about the characters in the context of the game universe. (my sister and I love to RP the game universe so I'm always getting into the characters' heads)

I was playing AvED Ash, which got me thinking about Pablo, Kelly, and Amanda getting to meet the previous versions of Ash. Getting to see how he's been damaged and changed by it all.

I think about the three of them knowing just the goofy, lazy, party animal Ash from their time. How they meet Baby Ash (The Evil Dead Ash) and he's just a massive sweetheart. He's playful and optimistic if a little skittish and passive. Softspoken and almost shy. He's nice to talk to if a little dumb and a pushover whenever Scotty's around. Always helpful and protective of his baby sister. This makes the Ghostbeaters wonder how the fuck that turned into the Ash they know and love.

Next, they get to meet Hunter Ash (Evil Dead 2 Ash). He's nice but a little off, almost manic. Something's not quite right. He's gung ho and polite, even playful. But his smile is sad and doesn't reach his eyes. He talks about the power of light and love, how it'll keep them safe. But the more they talk to him, the less alright he seems. Little things here and there slip out that make The Ghostbeaters realize this Ash might be a little suicidal. White-knuckling life out of pure spite. And even though they know he lives long enough to grow old, they're still all worried about him. They try to talk to him, try to remind him that he has new friends and some of his old friends have returned. He smiles and laughs and offers them a Shemp's but the laughter is a little dead already. Hunter Ash still has his right hand.

And then, things take a hard downward turn as they meet AoD Ash for the very first time.

Suddenly, the Ghostbeaters can't see a single scrap of the Ash they love in this one. This man is angry. Jaded and bitter. The steel gauntlet when his right hand used to be is a painful reminder of the trauma Ash has truly gone through. His eyes are dead besides the anger that fuels his every waking breath. He's not just angry but cruel. His remarks cut to the bone. He snaps at people and jeers at them. Tells them to stop fucking up, that they have a job to do. He snarls at Baby Ash for being weak and cowardly. Scolds Hunter Ash for being fake and useless. And sneers in disgust at AvED Ash for being a pathetic waste. He scares Pablo and Kelly. They can't handle being near him. Even Amanda feels uneasy around him. This is not the man she loves, it can't be.

AoD Ash doesn't really talk to many people, always standing away from the group. Spending most of his time with Annie Knowby or Henry the Red. The Ghostbeaters don't know them that well but both seem too nice to be so close to that Ash. And yet, Pablo points out how AoD Ash talks to Annie and Henry reminds him of how their Ash talks to them. He's proud and jokes around, not open but as close as they'll ever see. But as soon as those two leave AoD Ash's side, the sneer of contempt returns to his face. And under it, he just looks tired. That only the bile of his hatred for Deadite kind is keeping him charging forward.

Suddenly, Pablo, Kelly, and Amanda understand why Ash is El Jefe. They understand how he has truly endured torture and torment on levels they can only begin to understand.

And as Pablo and Kelly look around at all the faces of their new team (pre Mia and David), they realize they are the only two Ash hasn't lost before. They suddenly realize why their Ash destroyed his life with drugs, alcohol, and an empty nomadic life before meeting them.

It's because Ash has truly been alone for 30 long years and all he had left was to run.

[teamaerialcombo]

HI! HI! I'M THE GUY FROM AO3 IF IT WASN'T OBVIOUS FROM MY CRUSH 40 THEMED BLOG!!

(note . i might be reaching with A LOT of this stuff but this is MY special interest and hyperfixation and i get to say what i want. also i think you'd understand what i mean when i say things)

so, let's get one thing out of the way. on it's own, i am all of me is both a v1 song and a gabriel song on their own in my head

^ this, to me, is v1. the "black writing" in my head is directed towards the writings found on the murals of gabriel in 4-3. "unleashed a million faces / and one by one they fall" all the husks and demons in hell being there for who knows how long, before the machines (or in this case, just v1) come around and start killing them all off. in the grand scheme, v1 is the villain in this story (killing the denizens of hell without mercy, even with a reason thats still a villain), the "black hearted evil", but at the end of the day is still the protagonist, the "brave hearted hero"

^ and this is gabriel. it REALLY reminds me of his monologues to v1, but the beginning is what really sells it. those first two lines really encapsulate who he is as a character, or at least who he was before v1 came around- a weapon for the council (who, if you REALLY wanted to reach for it can also be seen as the evil in this case, and these two lines can be seen as him killing the council). "i laugh and watch you fall" can be seen as the fight in 6-2, going from a accusatory anger to manic laughter. and again, story-wise, gabriel is the antagonist, the main person against the protagonist, v1 (and also was the villain of the past lore, killing off minos & sisyphus most notably when they tried to make hell better). but he's the "hero" of this story (if you think more towards just the current part of ultrakill and not the past lore that takes place beforehand), trying to stop the villain, v1.

now, how does this all tie into gabv1el? simple. two different things. one, i like thinking about how those two verses mentioned above would play out if they said these things to one another, especially with gabriel's end. the manic laughter he has in 6-2 is probably one of the strongest forces the gabv1 fanbase has to show the canonicity of the ship, and "i laugh and watch you fall" really reflects there to me

but also the chorus of the song is? very gabv1 in my head?

like this really reminds me of the almost. i don't want to say OBSESSIVE nature of gabv1el since i know they can be a lot more than that but that's definitely slightly part of it. their obsession with each other that drives them closer (pun only slightly intended) to one another. "capture you or set you free" too. it can be seen from either perspective of the two. for v1, kill gabriel like its programming wants it to or let him live. for gabriel it's the same- kill v1 like how he was supposed to although, now he really has no reason to do so), or let it live to keep observing it and watching its movements and actions (which we have slight proof of him already doing! his dialogue in 6-1). you could also see "can you see all of me? / walk into my mystery" as gabriel talking to v1. he knows about v1 but v1 doesn't know about him. as you play the game more you learn about him through terminals, so by that logic v1 ALSO learns as it progress more, or "walks" into the mystery.

this part also applies to what was said above^

anyways! all in all i think this song for SURE is v1 & gabriel respectively and if you really reach it can be gabv1el. there's definitely crush 40 songs that are more gabv1el than this one (like down & dirty or 2 nights 2 remember) but hey. it's a fun challenge to connect just about anything to crush 40 whenever possible :p

hope you enjoyed my deranged sleep-deprived late-at-night rambles LOLL this was a fun one to yap yap yap about

dude i literally need Everyone to see this analysis. it is So Epic. i get you op i rlly do [shakes your hand in being a sonic & ultrakill fan]

[anastasia-selwyn]

Come out and play, darlin!

Welcome to Avery's blog

With the taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

you're toxic I'm slipping under

with a taste of a poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

don't you know that you're toxic

People that i have the pleasure of making aqqaintance with;

@james-the-amazing-potter this... Peculiar individual.

@pandoras-nox not someone that I know particularly well, though she does not seem too repulsive

@little-king-official Regulus, fellow Slytherin

@lilyevansoffical evans, seems nice enough

@alicethekindone not properly acqainted, seems alright

@lifeofthe-barty accurate username

@hjonesworld Potter's girlfriend

@xeno-graphical writer of the quibbler I believe

@wormy-loves-ch33se I have yet to know if the username is accurate

@the-queen-bellatrix username is very true to self

@cas-not-the-band dorcas, fellow Slytherin

@malfoy-lu Pandora's boyfriend, fellow Slytherin

@andromedashoax Andromeda, Bellatrix's sister

@emmelineandhervans Emmeline Vance, not someone I know very well but she seems nice

@looneymooney Remus Lupin, decent for a Gryffindor

@tjsinclairofficial Theodore Sinclair, not someone that I know very well

@feeblemortal Rabastan, fellow Slytherin

@flowers-of-narcissus Narcissa, fellow Slytherin

@oxxen--free don't know him too well

@flyasaphoenix not someone I am properly acqainted with

@mystical-magical-me gilderoy Lockhart, awfully focused on his hair and beauty sleep

@fire-allayer Mulciber, close friend of mine

@marls-mckinn0n Marlene McKinnon, not someone I am well acqainted with though she doesn't seem too bad

@sybill-patrica-trelawney Mildly offputting and od

@anastasia-selwyn Slightly scary but I fw her

[rolameny]

i played through nine sols a second time and now i am going to talk about it. full spoilers!!

this is one of those works that tells you a lot of things about its world from the jump, only without giving you the context to interpret those statements. it makes a second visit so rewarding. going back through and knowing exactly what each monument means / the things yi is talking around.... really really good.

heng is fantastic on a replay. the first time around till you get the final message i thought yi was haunted. i also thought the ji reveal would be that he was heng and not an adult man

"neither of us made a mistake. we both made different choices" says yi, a man who has made so very many mistakes

game so good it makes you go "man i should learn more about taoism so i can better understand its themes"

it's wild how much this game draws on hollow knight and yet stands on its own as a totally different thing. like, mechanically, the jades are charms. the charged attack is a great slash. the full movement kit is monarch wings and mothwing cloak. the geo/artifacts economy. and you're a little guy who can't quite manage to die fighting your way through a series of bosses and some brightly hued corruption to sacrifice yourself at the end. it's just straightforwardly true that RCG pulled a great deal from HK, and it was enough to make me go aha!!! in recognition many times, but it's completely its own thing. own gameplay feel, own world, own story.

own protag: i love the silent protag in hollow knight but yi is such a lovable bitch [affectionate/derogatory]. guy who sucks so bad. guy it took over five hundred years to internalize a single social-emotional lesson.

it's so fascinating watching him react to the different sols. who does he get angry with. who does he make an offer of mercy to. because kuafu is so much the guy who is there i forgot yi also considered lady e the other reasonable person on the council, right up till he namedrops her when yelling at eigong.

the anger and spite to treat goumang as he did!! and even in the true ending you see neither he nor kuafu thought about her. there are some gaps of consideration in the true ending that i think of as "well we don't have time for that but you get it" -- any other potential apemen on new kunlun (peach blossom village is the 95th livestock pen. girl where are the others), the like 300-odd of 100k solarians left remaining in cryosleep who might like to at least live a little on earth before dying. imo the narrative is just skimming over them, we reach the emotional point of it with the people we know (kuafu and the gang). and it would be a whole narrative diversion to grab her. but the true ending makes sure to show us that goumang is still down there, rather than skimming over her fate. even when he grows a little yi still sucks so much dude [affectionate]. and kuafu's passivity coming to the fore here as well!

kuafu is so compelling because he is The Nice Guy but he is absolutely not necessarily The Kind Guy as well. he was just chill with the whole council plan and didn't do anything except be kind of bummed when yi died. (iirc he does just think yi's head did that. could have thought that one through a little more.) at the ending he pushes back against the idea of saving the apemen!

lady ethereal my beloved elizabeth holmes as a lynx furry. there's a fight that made me nod sagely and go Ah, Nightmare King Grimm. here's a place where i felt a little dissonance -- the full screen huge face digital flashing between normal/happy and manic evil laughter is a horror classic but it didn't quite hit it for lady e imo. huge face crying or snarling would have worked better i think, which i say even though i get the manic laughter through panic beat. idk. i love that in her bossfight she is presenting herself as the villain she thinks she is -- she gets out her heaving-est pushup bra for this one. sorry about it, girl. maybe next time if you know you're consigning a hundred thousand people to slow madness within their cryochambers maybe speak up about it.

speaking of people who learned no lessons. ji like okay well i've seen a lot of horror and so i elect to do nothing about it except contribute my cells to possibly the worst cause on earth. i will continue to wander this grotto for five hundred years while it gets worse. 👍 i'm having meaningful discussions about the tao with your man in the tentacle hole and i am not sorry, ji.

i understand the anglo readability argument for transliterating li er as lear but i, the anglophone in the room, did have to look at the fanwiki to understand that we were not dipping into shakespeare for a single guy. 😔

kanghui is such a fantastic element of this game. you get just enough about him to add to the horror of what eigong was doing, and what the jies are doing, and what the fuck is up with penglai to begin with. his inclusion makes ji make more sense to me as well. it's not that ji is a once in a millennium impossibility. it's that penglai is so so so weird. ji and yi pull up little chairs in front of kanghui's torture contraption for immortality group therapy.

like that one post says. CHIYOU best character CHIYOU

the siscon stuff in this game is so funny. [looking at the fengs] gang what's wrong with you [looking at yi and heng] gang what's wrong with you. congrats to the other characters on not having siblings and therefore having slightly more normal psychosexual hangups such as "getting off to body modification and torture."

RCG funding for one million years please 🙏🙏🙏 i know they said it took them five years to make this one but even with that timeline it's crazy that they went from narrative horror game to a genuinely best-in-class feeling Sekirollow Knight. they are so good at this shit.

okay. i have exorcised my thoughts and feelings about this game. playing a twenty-hour game twice in like 2-3 weeks is normal right.