#I need to get better at drawing gore I would be such a good horror artist if I knew how the fuck to illustrate it

[theywontletmebeprincipal]

guro brothers in arms 🤝 sucks that i actually have to learn anatomy to do anything w it

talking to my dear med student friend like you know internal anatomy because you’re in the middle of a 15+ year effort to get a doctorate in surgery. I know internal anatomy because I want to fuck it . we are not the same

[secretress]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.❞

What are some things that your fs/lover adore about you?

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Not a tarot card reading, only based on my intuition.

18+ intuitive readings

Authors note,

Pile 2 has one bullet point that is a little 18+. If you’re uncomfortable, skip the second bullet point.

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Pile 1:

🦋 Your eyes and the way you light up at the smallest things. Perhaps when a butterfly flies near you or when you do well on a test, you become very happy.

🦋 The way you cook something. At times it doesn’t come out as you hope, you don’t let it affect you—you keep at it until the next day or the next time you cook something hoping to do better than before and you actually do much better. They absolutely fricken love this about you.

🦋 You don’t compete with anyone but yourself, you don’t have an ego and you focus on improving yourself all the time.

🦋 The small kisses you give them, small gestures like kissing their cheeks or eyes, even eyebrows. Not to tease them, but a small gesture of your appreciation for them.

🦋 (This is a cute one). The way you caress their cheeks when they try to express their feelings but they cannot. In a way you reassure them as their ex lover couldn’t, I’m feeling as if this small gesture is what made them fall in love with you.

🦋 When you bake them a dessert and wait patiently for them to try, and at times you wish you could tell them, “I’m your dessert” and wink at them, but you’re too shy. They can tell and they love that part of you. Your shyness is the cutest thing for them and they would want that instead of you trying to be someone you’re not. (“So don’t change your personality and stop being ashamed of that part of yourself. But if you don’t like that part of yourself, then change, but don’t be harsh on yourself.” From my intuition).

Pile 2:

🌈 Your whole personality give me rainbow vibes, happy sunshine vibes but gloomy and grumpy when raining—so your person loves those mood swing because they feel needed when you want to cuddle or show love to them.

🌈 They like it when you twirl your hair or play with your hair when you’re in the mood, makes them tight and excited.

🌈 They absolutely adore it when you draw them something small, even if you aren’t the best artist, the way you think about drawing them makes their heart do backflips

🌈 They like that you’re a thinker, that you think deeply and a lot; you have so many ideas in that head of yours and you always share it with them. At times you don’t think they’re listening, but they are.

🌈 They love and absolutely adore it when you ask them for a high five, it’s a cute gesture for them and when you first asked them, they were shocked. Like what? I think now it has become a habit for the both of you when you do something you’re proud of because you blush when you get praise so this is another way you for to earn your praise without being a blushing mess.

Pile 3:

🎈 They love that you enjoy horror movies and gore (for some of you for the gore part). So I see them liking this because they used to be a horror lover but they were shame for it so they pushed it away and decided to go with the crowd. You seem to help them open that part of their life they closed.

🎈 This is a cute one, but I hear they like when you smile at them. Even if you assume you don’t have a cute smile and such, they completely disagree. If they were going through a bad time, smile for them and they will be happy for that whole day. “Your smile is contagious.”

🎈 They like that you take care of yourself as a hobby and that you prioritize yourself above others. For them, this is the hottest thing ever and I hear some of you feel slightly insecure about it, you shouldn’t, it’s natural and a good thing:).

🎈 I also see they like that you’re this troupe “I hate everyone but you.” You seem to show a lot of love for them despite not enjoying other people presence and sometimes it melts their heart because you chose them. You could’ve chosen anyone but it was them. It’s a slight ego thing, but at the same time it makes them very happy !!

Pile 4:

🦖 I see them enjoying when you speak about dinosaurs, Star Wars, colossals (I’m guessing something to do with aot), space and technology, the stereotypes of a “nerd”, but anyways they love it and I hear (if you haven’t met them yet) they will tease you about being a nerd but it’s not in a malicious nature

🦖 I see the both of you watching television and cuddling together on your couch with a huge blanket that is draped over the both of you, with popcorn on the coffee table. They love when the both of you spend quality time together, which is your love language or at least one of them. Anyways, they love it when you snuggle with them or put your head on their lap/shoulder, they love taking care of you and it makes them feel loved.

🦖 They like it when you ask them for help even when it’s the smallest things. They don’t think you are someone who’s stupid (some of you feel that way when you ask for help hence here is the reassurance), they love it because their love language is acts of service. They feel needed and wanted, as well as it makes them happy. Actually, I’m getting their whole vibe might Sanji from One piece, if you haven’t seen it, pretty much he is a hopeless romantic who is a chef on a pirate ship. He is always helping around but also ogling at other girls and giving them special treatment. Now, your lover won’t ogle at others, my intuition is aiming at them just giving you special treatment more than others even before you started to date.

[kkotda]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KKOTDA (DEAR-KOI) ˖°𓇼

for a month with so little notable (national - us) holidays, august sure is a busy month for dear-koi (both this blog and i have our birthdays in august!). to celebrate, i am planning on opening rolling slots for art requests! it'll be on a first come first served basis. i will close requests on september 1, 2024 (no more requests will be accepted when september starts)

what this means:

all of my followers, mutuals or not, are eligible to participate! please no requests sent with anonymous! they will not be honored! (i don't plan on publically posting requests unless given explicit permission! so please allow images in your ask box or dms open!)

please continue reading to learn how to participate and other important rules!

how to participate:

in an ask (or dm if we're mutuals), tell me what you'd like! character only art and selfship are the ones i'm most comfortable doing, but i'm willing to hear out other requests (oc's for example). maximum of 7 requests (characters) per person are allowed! note: you will not need to provide me with any sort of monetary compensation in order to participate! i will not accept any monetary compensation! (i don't have the means to do so). this is supposed to be all in good fun, to practice and develop a style i think suits me! so taking money for making your request a guinea pig would make me feel all types of guilty (if you really feel the need, tell me your favorite song(s)! i'm always open to new music! better yet, donate to a palestinian family!) for selfship art requests, please also include a picrew from which i can color pick (i.e. the more accurate the picrew's colors are, the more personable it can be!) and reference poses. if the picrew is not accurate, please feel free to provide preferred hex codes or color 'swatches'! vague descriptions like dark brown aren't very helpful and might make the situation uncomfortable (though i will of course honor any changes that are needed!). i will honor character requests from any media even if i am not a part of said fandom group! (i will ask for no idol/celebrity requests though because i am uncomfortable with that, sorry in advance for any inconvenience!) for oc art, please provide as many details, references, picrews as possible. i absolutely do not want to mess something as precious and valuable as an oc up. i will try my very best to fulfill your request to fit the image you had in mind! tl;dr: give me so much information i have to spend days reading (also i forgot to say this but if you'd like a background that isn't white, you're more than welcome to change the color! transparent is also an option!)

ok to draw:

people (characters, etc), small animals (like pets), sfw (suggestive is also okay with enough reference pictures!), chibi

not ok to draw:

nsfw (i'm not that good yet, i'm sorry T-T), gore/horror, overly complicated things (i'll let you know if it gets too complicated)—basically just ask, and i will tell you!

please keep in mind:

i am slowly getting back into drawing (but i was never good in the first place tbh...) so i'm still very much learning! my art style currently is still a lot of mimicking (i do not use fanart as references, please don't misunderstand!!!), and as such i will ask you all to keep your expectations very very low T-T like rock bottom low...

default art will have a white background! i can and will color if colors are provided! (but there won't be any crazy good rendering, i'm sorry ;-;)

the purpose of this event is me practicing and learning art, but it's also me giving back to my beautiful friends who make the world go round! thank you so much for trusting me with your request(s) and i will do my utmost to make it come to life! if you'd like a 'portfolio' of sorts, please search the lovekoi tag! it is my art tag that i'm using and all of my stuff will be there (there's not a whole bunch though unfortunately >.<)

if you have any questions, please ask! i feel like i've left out a lot of things...

and finally, some parting words:

dear-koi has come a really long way i think. i moved here on a whim and essentially lost all of my previous mutuals (i should've just shared the url... </3) but you all found me again! and new people found me too! i'm so honored to have been worthy of the follow to following transition, you guys will not believe the squeals every time people i've looked up to like big time became mutuals with me... it's still crazy to me actually... but that aside, thank you for spending my birthday and dear-koi's 1st anniversary with me! here's to many more!

i love you all, please remember to smile today ᰔᩚ

[homkamiro]

I LOVE THE TF2 MLP AU SM. it gives me sm nostalgia to when i was a kid and i and everyone in the fandom made pony aus of franchises we liked- im so happy cringe is dead and tradition is alive 🥹

ALSO THE INFECTION AU POST. GOOD SHIT;!;!!!!!!!!!! gore and body horror are inseparable from (hopefully only the mature part of) the mlp fandom and i felt so giddy jumping for joy kicking my feet up seeing that it had a resurgence!! Your post of this au with your tf2 ponies was my introduction to it!!! Nature is healinggggg

That post is BOMB. WE GOT: 1) HEAVYMEDIC ANGST. 2) PYRO & ENGIE ANGST. 3) BOOTS & BOMBS ANGST. 4) DADSPY ANGST. 5) SNIPER ANGST. ITS GIVING💅🏽💅🏽💅🏽 and the way the disease spreads differently for all of them is so creative!!!!!! Engie wants to sever the infected body part but cant cus its on his back and he needs medics help for that (and med is way too far gone to do any operation), and scout doesn't want his wings severed even tho that would save him cus he still wants to fly!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

also soldier misinterpreting the request is so good. And pyro wanting to help but not being allowed to cus they'd try to burn engie. Demo drinking himself to death cus he cant handle seeing his friend in the state that he's in. Sniper disappearing cus he wants to be with his parents during this horrible time even tho they have a strained relationship. Spy wanting his son to live through this so much that he's planning to sever his wings himself. And heavyyyyyy. Heavy breaking his heart everyday still taking care of medic knowing he's going to have to kill the love of his life soon. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Anyways sorry for fuckin. Screaming in your asks and basically just repeating what you wrote sgjdjd. I just really love this au (and especially that comic with scout, medic and engie!!!) and the infection au post made me so nostalgic to the early days of the mlp fandom that the adhd went mental and i had to shout about it lol- feel free to not respond to this! Youre awesome! Keep doing you!!!!!!

(also youre really good at drawing gore????? Hello teach me pls)

WHAT A BIG FEEDBACK OHMYGODヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝ

Anyway I'm really super puper glad you liked my au!! I was a little hesitant to post it, since AU in AU sounds weird but I'm glad I thought otherwise - cringe culture should be dead!! Mix your hyperfixations it's good for your health!!!

AND AHHHHGGGGGH You noticed so many details thankyouuu🥺💗💗💗The best thing about this AU is that every ship and brotp can work so well in this story. Engie first helping Medic but then ending up being also infected??? Spy checking up on Engie and making him eat since he's too stressed to take a break??? Demo, Heavy and Pyro comforting each other after loosing their friends??? Spy and Scout both raging on Sniper for leaving like a coward??? Or maybe Heavy, as an earth pony, comforts Scout after he just got his wings amputated??? So many possibilities!!

Don't worry, I love when people are noticing all the details and just get,, really invested into my stuff, it really brings me joy and you made my day so much better!!🥺🥺I feel honestly a little insecure, since my pony designs and thoughts may not be the best, but I'm glad that so many people still like my mlp×tf2 stuff!! It's really endearing to know that finally something I like making is also likable to you!

About gore -- I have no idea😭I love gore but it's a pain to draw properly and scary, you'd need practice and references (I mostly use art references since yknow,,,real photos can make me sick)

[bloodymary83]

“Batman: Death of a Family” by Jim Starlin Would actually make a really good Splatterpunk book.

Spoiler and Trigger Warnings this book is intended for 18+ audiences only reader discretion is advised. Graphic depictions of violence, gore, self harm, mental illness, emotional abuse, child abuse, and adult situations are in this comic.

Not only is the artwork pure nightmare fuel.

If we take out the fact that the characters are the internationally beloved Batman and Joker it drops your expectations of what the story should be and conveys true horror. There’s this guy in an asylum who has stalked and harassed an orphaned billionaire for an over a decade now. The stalker is completely obsessed with the billionaire. His cell is filled with newspaper clippings, magazine articles, personal drawings and a weird shrine with a teddy bear covered in lipstick stains named after the billionaire that the stalker talks to and sleeps with at night. The stalker has concluded that the only reason his billionaire is ignoring him is because he is spending too much time with his family, so the logical conclusion is to get rid of his family. The stalker decides he must prove that he knows the billionaire better than his family and that the billionaire doesn’t show his “real self” to the public and is really wearing a mask around everyone. The stalker wants to show the billionaire his “true self’ in return, so he has an unlicensed plastic surgeon cut his face off and fashion it into a mask for the stalker to wear. The stalker then escapes from the asylum and goes about his plan to make a “Love Letter” for the billionaire. He kidnaps the billionaire’s fiancée, children, friends and surrogate father one by one individually, physically and psychologically torturing them. The stalker failed to have his severed face mask leathered or preserved in any way. During his sessions with each victim his face slowly begins to rot, insects have infested his face, and he has developed a horrid infection, spraying bl**d, puss, spit and bits of decade flesh onto each victim while speaking to them. The stalker then proceeds to enact his love letter by setting an elaborate dinner for the billionaire. Each of the kidnaped victims are set as guest at the dinner table with bandaged faces, a silver covered dish in front of them. The stalker now dressed in an expensive suit, is busily applying lipstick to his severed face mask because he wants to look “good” for his billionaire. Once the billionaire arrives the stalker physically overpowers him even though the stalker is extremely thin with atrophied muscles and a sever staff infection, while the billionaire is in good physical condition with the body of an athlete. The Stalker ties up the billionaire and sets him at the head of the table he calls the billionaire “Darling” and tells the billionaire that he is a king, and the stalker is his humble jester. The stalker proceeds to explain how the billionaire doesn’t need his family just him and that he feels like the billionaire’s family if interfering with their one-on-one time. The billionaire tells the stalker he is insane and means nothing to him, that he never wants to see him again, to leave him and his family alone (the whole classic victim spell that everyone screams at their stalker)! When the billionaire’s family starts to wake up the stalker pulls back the silver platters to reveal all his family’s faces have been cut off and served on plates of ice…eventually the billionaire is able to overcome the extremely thin, mentally ill, gangrenous, stalker with atrophied muscles.) I’m not sure why the billionaire couldn’t before honestly, I guess because of plot development.) The billionaire then goes on to free his family and is relieved to see they all still have their faces. The bandages and faces were only FX effects. The stalker is carted off back to the Asylum and the story should end on a happy note but, just like real life there is no happy ending. The billionaire’s family now acts distant towards him a wedge has been driven between him and the people he loves most ultimately giving the stalker exactly what he wanted in the end.

[shiveringgroovy]

coming off anon to feed you more headcanon asks

you answered an ask about social medias but heres for the real good stuff

fandom headcanons? who watches what, who reads, who is blissfully unaware of the community they're surrounded by, etc

jesus christ i'm going insane for this one. started this in april uhm hi chat i'm alive again (october)

ATSUSHI

doesn't participate in fandom spaces tbh

but he's into some old-school games

don't ask me why i think this but he's an emulator guy

DAZAI

HOMESTUCK. HE WAS IN THE HOMESTUCK FANDOM NO I DO NOT TAKE CRITIQUE

crazy into it too. keyboard warrior about it. ranpo was there

bless his heart

YOSANO

cult classic films !!

really into the craft, kill bill, maybe the scream franchise ? also perchance saw but not after the third movie

doesn't participate in online fandom spaces because she has better media literacy than everyone else

RANPO

homestuck and hetalia

need i say more

KYOUKA

saw because yosano got her into it. (her favorite is saw 3 because yuri)

and sanrio. ik it's a common headcanon but i think it fits !!!

loves a lot horror films/franchises but saw, the exorcist, and alien are her favs

also i think she likes cheesy shoujo romance anime!!!

HIGUCHI

you can't tell me she's not a himefujoshi on ao3 and tumblr

into tons of animes and shows

writes insane comments on ao3 too. many an author has questioned her sanity

has gotten into proship discourse before

she also like vocaloid, her favorite is megurine luka and has visceral reactions when you call teto a vocaloid

CHUUYA

be fr he would not give a shit about fandoms

dazai tried to get him into some of the stuff he liked as a teen but it never worked

he watched breaking bad though i guess

GIN

they loveee the scream franchise

has a ghostface mask they post pictures with from time to time

does not play at ALL about stu/billy

TACHIHARA

also into scream

really likes video games as well!! legend of zelda and the elder scrolls WHOA WHO SAID THAT

LOUISA

she's a fujoshi. draws yaoi on her plans

only really into fluffy stuff

tumblr girlie for SURE. hides her account like drugs even though it's just fluffy bl manga and art

NIKOLAI

he's a horror fiend and lurks online for content because duh

watches heavy gore/body horror films like it's instagram reels

i think he tries to keep his digital footprint clean for obvious reasons but if he sees a take so bad he'll tell op to die brutally

he's totally that guy to say "this is MILDDD" to the people he's watching american psycho with. he's an ass about his preferences sorry

SIGMA

they have better things to do ???

TERUKO

idk how to explain it but she's really into nana, tomie, uzumaki, and other darker/grittier manga/anime

and yuri/gl. she doesn't play about her toxic screwed up yuri

she seems like a whump fan. fucking up that dead dove with her hunting dog teeth

[covencupid]

I Want You (or The Cabin Story)

Fair warning, I wrote this on discord and then copy pasted it onto docs, so if there are some inconsistencies I apologize, but maybe I just like to keep ya on your toes.

BIG THANKS to @mamamemequeen because I pretty much wrote this in the DMs oopsi.

Danny's had his eye on you. He's been finding himself enjoying the times he interacts with you a little too much. He's got to get you out of his system. A little house call. Once that's done it'll be easier for him to go for the kill. Right?

Pairing: Danny Johnson X Fem!Reader. Use of gendered language.

TW/CW: The usual (stalking, manipulation, threats of violence, actual violence) gore, descriptions of torture, corpses, and murder. Psychological horror, child murder (imma need you to hold your judgement on this one, it's not what you think, but it's also not good), hallucinations, descriptions of visual hallucinations.

Tags will be updated as needed, but to be honest I kinda forgot what I put in this.

I will be posting as much as I can in one go, but it's long, so I might have to upload in parts. Yeah, I'm definitely posting it in parts. This is chapter one.

Word Count is 15k+, this was supposed to be a one-shot about y'all fuckin at the drive-in, I don't know how it happened.

Oh one last thing, there is kinda a prequel/backstory part I haven't finished about Danny and "prom". Whatever you think it is, it's probably not gonna be like that.

Sorry one last last thing that I'm seeing now reformatting this from discord to the docs to here is that I kinda wrote Danny and Reader's POV back and forth but a little inconsistent. I will try to make the changes in POV a little clearer with spacing, but I apologize for any confusion!

Your Place // The Cabin // The Woods

~I Want You~

~Chapter One - Your Place~

Danny waited for the perfect night. A storm was coming. The whole neighborhood was snuggled up tight in their big warm beds and you? You were painting your nails while a gorey Japanese B-Movie played on the small tv in your bedroom. You had no idea you were being stalked, hunted like a deer in the forest. 

Danny had to stop and take a look at you first, before he went in. He saw you, legs bent to give you a place to rest your hands while you painted them. God, your legs. He watched the light of the film dance off your legs, following the glow that reached your thighs. How it faded as it dipped to the little peek of your ass from the bottom of your shorts where you sat. He swallowed harder than he meant to. He’d have to readjust himself before he continued inside.

Danny waltzed into your home from the back patio door. Unlocked? Baby there’s a killer on the loose. He stepped into the dark entry way, noting how little the sound from your room carried. That would be useful. He eased into your hallway hearing the lovely lilt of your laughter as he neared your door. The sound made him salivate. He plucked a delicate metal frame of a vintage botanical illustration and let it fall to the floor as he swiftly crossed past your door to the opposite end of the hallway. In a second you were out and making your way for the pesky little frame.

“God you little shit!” you scolded the picture. You had complained to your friend about the framed piece you had been gifted that had a nasty little habit of slipping off it’s nail. Always a bit too heavy. Danny breezed into your room while you degraded the drawing of little flowers. Too easy. You’re just letting me right in, huh?

“And you better keep it down out there!” you called out to the frame as you shut your door on the way back. When your head whipped back to your bed your heart jumped to your throat and fell back down to your gut. A howling ghost stared back at you, reclined in your bed, your nail polish in hand.

“H-how did y-you-” you struggled to find your words and he, seemingly mercifully, cut you off.

“Get in? You let me in, sweetheart. Thanks by the way, really saved me time.” You could feel his smug smile radiating from underneath his mask. Dread chilled your veins. You were frozen by the door. As much as Danny enjoyed the doe-eyed look of fear you were giving him, you were too far for his liking. He pat the bed beside him. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

For a moment it felt like you lost all ability to move. You lifted your right foot to take a step forward but your leg unexpectedly shook. Before you could process your involuntary movement you heard a laugh from the hooded figure lounging in your bed. “How can I have your legs shaking when I haven’t even touched you?”

Heat spread across your cheeks, breaking through the ice in your veins. Indignation rising in your chest.

“You- You’re a murderer! Showing up here in my bed, I’m gonna be scared! It has nothing to do with- I am not-” The words flowed out from your mouth faster than you could string them together cohesively. The sound of his rippling laughter cut you off. You wanted to slap him and wipe off the smug look you knew he was wearing. He crossed his arms

“Hey! Do I look like a threat to you? I’m just hanging out here. Lookin for a manicure, and maybe a better movie.”

You scoffed. “I can see your knife holster from here, not exactly “hanging out” gear. And for the record Blossom of Blood is a cult classic, not that you would know anything about it.”

Danny leaned forward. “First of all, how do you know I’m not just happy to see you? Second, no. You’re thinking of Bloody Blossom, what you’ve got is the cheap knock off made ten years later. Get your facts straight before trying to get all snobby with me.”

You mouth gaped open and closed like a fish. The nerve of this psycho to break into your home and lecture you about your movie choices.

“Hey” The aforementioned psycho snapped at you. Patting the bed next to him more aggressively. You inched your way closer to him. You felt uneasy looking down at him the moment you reached the bed. He sat comfortably nestled in your plush pillows, using a stuffed animal to prop up his arm. You wanted to beat him over the head with it. It would likely be your final act on this earth, but you felt you would feel at peace. “Sit.” There was no space for argument in his tone. Not exactly a command, but still decidedly firm. You sat where he told you to and began to look intently at your hands, gripping each other tight. From your periphery you could see the black mass of his form lean in to loom over you. You felt him delicately take your chin between his thumb and forefinger with his gloved hand. The skin on your arms pricked up with goosebumps. He’s turning your head to look at him as he’s telling you in a sing-song tone “look at me”.

You stare, wide eyes welling up with tears you wanted to keep hidden, into the black holes of his mask. You wish to look so far into them to reach the eyes you felt boring into you. As your eyes remained locked on him, he plucked your hand from your own grip to place the bottle of nail polish in your palm.

“Go on.” he said as he reclined back into your bed, crossing his feet as he extended a gloved hand out at you.

“Uh- you want me to-?” you looked between the bottle of polish and the masked man before you.

“I said I’m here for a manicure, sweets. Come on and make it nice or ya know…” he wiggled the hunting knife in your face. You gasped and grabbed his other hand in an instant. He chuckled as you held his large gloved hand with your comparatively small one. You held the polish right next to it. Does he want me to take off his glove? Paint the fingers? No, right?

Sensing your conflict, he wiggled his fingers in your face. “You can take it off.” He teased.

You put the polish down beside you as you worked the glove off his hand. You placed it on your lap. You felt hot, feeling his eyes rake over you as you gently held his hand, surprisingly warm. The tips of your fingers lightly grazed over his and felt the callouses there. You felt flushed. A killer walks into your room at night… and he tells you to paint his nails? He’s insane. You laid his hand on your lap as you picked the bottle of black nail polish back up and twisted the top off. You held the bottle between your thighs and picked his hand back up slightly. Your hands shook slightly as the applicator neared his nail bed. When you finally laid the first coat down you felt like you could breathe a sigh of relief.

Danny, feeling your unsteady breath reach the top of his hand, blurted out “Don’t fuck up!” quick enough to make your heart jump.

“Fuck! Don’t do that, that’s gonna make me fuck up!” You gripped his hand a little tighter. The feeling of your soft, warm hands on his sent a wave of heat course through him. He chuckled. As you were about to paint the next nail he quickly pulled his hand back and held it in front of you. A small sound of annoyance got caught in your throat. He reached his hand back out to you but pulled it back when you reached for it. You were getting flustered. The way your brows knotted together as the speckles of blush played on your cheeks was just delightful. It was so easy to work you up. He extended his hand out to you again. You stared at him for a second before going to reach back out for him. You looked between his hand and himself in rapid fire succession until you went to get his hand. In an instant he went to whip back his hand but you slammed your free palm into his and gripped his hand firmly until his fingers softly folded over yours. His fingertips rested on the back of your hand. A soft, self satisfied smile danced on your lips as you plucked the applicator back up to paint the next nail. Danny felt the grip you maintained on him. Firm, warm, tender. As you painted the rest of his nails, his thumb slowly ran along the side of your hand, down to graze your wrist. You just needed his thumb, but it continued it’s slow glide along your skin. What were you feeling? Annoyance for sure, he wants something done and won’t even stop moving to let you do it. But the way his thumb caressed the stretch of skin he was able to reach, you felt a flutter in your belly. Stop, what are you even thinking. His hunting knife is dangerously close to his free hand. But should you tell him to stop? Should you try painting it as it teases the delicate flesh of your wrist? Should you tell him he has to stop, so you can paint his nail. And then? Let him continue? Let him run the freshly painted hand up your arm, up to your neck, down to your- Stop. Just. Stop, what are you thinking? This is a monster, in your bed, in your grasp. Think like you want to make it out alive.

Danny can see the muscles of your throat straining as his thumb stroked up and down. It was getting harder to just have you there sitting in front of him. He was beginning to need to close the distance between you. He noted how intently your eyes watched his thumb dance over your skin. You looked entranced, he wanted to see that pretty face up close. Danny thought about his options. The pros and cons flittered about his head but the most overwhelming image was of you, those pretty legs straddling him as his freshly painted hand gripped the creamy flesh of your thigh. Feeling your palm turn clammy, his grip on your hand turned into a vice as he pulled you down to him with a force that wrenched a yelp from your lips. That was nice. He thought. Oh the sounds you could make for him. His other hand went to grip your waist. Your left leg sat between his as the sudden movement had jerked you haphazardly over him.

“What the fuck?” you managed out as you tried to pull yourself up from the place on his chest where your head landed. He smelled like leather and oak. Something else too, slightly sweet mixed with something metallic. Your free hand helped you gain some leverage on the bed. His hand on your waist went down to pat the side of your thigh.

“Move this over, straddle me.” the words made you blush, this time obvious and bright.

You sat uneasily on his lap, scared to put your full weight on him. Modesty? How cute. Danny mused as he grabbed you by your hips and forced you to sit on him. A little gasp escaped you from the force. Danny was drinking you up. The incredulous look on your face, the way your hands fell to his chest for stability. Fuck. Restraint was going to prove much more difficult.

You felt frozen in place. What the fuck. What in the actual ever loving fuck? The screams coming from the movie on your left made it feel all the more surreal. They were pitched up and down and underscored by a synth that harmonized with the wails. Normally this would be your favorite part to point out to the people who you would (force to) watch this with. Usually met with strained smiles and equally strained eyebrows raised to the hairline. You forgave the expression on account of the dizzying fifteen minute chase scene that preceded it. You acquiesced that it was "a bit much" for the casual viewer, but damn was it beautifully shot. God, you wanted to feel normal again. Movies, and painting your nails, your nails. Not the nails of some psycho freak that is making himself comfortable on your bed. He got mud on your sheets. You wanted to reach your hands just a bit forward, just enough to reach his neck and strangle him. But his chest felt broad, sturdy, and his grip felt strong. You didn't like your odds in that fights. He didn't feel threatening though, hunting knife aside. He felt like a boyfriend trying to turn a movie date frisky. God, what are you even thinking. Be normal for the love of everything good.

You defaulted to your brand of normalcy. "The screams in this scene were pitched up and down according to their tone. If you pay attention you can hear that they added a synth to subtly harmonize with the screaming." The words just tumbled out of your mouth thoughtlessly. You weren't even looking at him. Your eyes were locked on the screen glowing bright with scenes of carnage.

For all of the cruelties Danny had doled out, this was true torture. With the glow of the television illuminating her, she looked absolutely divine astride him. He wanted to see those pretty lips part and recite his name like a prayer, instead he heard her mumble out a little fun fact about the movie he was currently ignoring. He wanted to see those lips move again, closer this time. Danny grabbed at her wrists and pulled her down to be inches away from the mask that hid his cheeky grin. Her forearms were resting on his chest, her hands gripped in fists under his chin. "Tell me again, about your movie."

No, no, no. This is not normal, we are actively walking far, far away from normal. Fuck, he's got my hands restrained. His grip is so strong. The angle he had brought you down to made you arch your hips down. Is that? Oh. You felt him. You wanted to ignore it, to ignore him. The masked killer that was terrorizing your town, a man reacting to you atop him. Your body reacting to being on top of him. What are we doing here? What are you even thinking right now. This is not the time for biological responses, he's a killer! He's not a regular guy.

He pat your thigh at your lack of response. "Hello? Movie? Synths and screams?" You felt his fingers flutter at your hip. You tried to collect yourself.

"Right they- uh the director had them mix in synths kind of like a vocoder to play ben-" a sudden movement jolted you out of your train of thought. He had rolled his hips up as he lifted his legs up. The movement, deliberate and drawn out, elicited a yelp in response from you. With the way it had pressed against your most sensitive spot, the squeak you let out had been dangerously close to a moan. A fact that Danny noted instantly.

"Just trying to get comfortable, sorry go on." he acknowledged as he adjusted his grip on your wrists with his left hand while giving your hip a reassuring pat with the other.

Danny's game with his little pet was having an unexpected effect on him. He had anticipated getting a bit worked up with you. A little edging, if you will. Just playing with his food, nothing serious. But the more Danny played this game, the more he felt he didn't want it to end. Looking at her struggling to form words, he wanted to watch her forget the entire English language underneath him. He let his right hand meander back up to her waist, the glove that remained encompassing the last of his strength of will to not flip her onto her back and fuck her right there. No, no, Danny. Let her talk, or at least try to.

What were you talking about? Right, the fucking movie. "The...movie vi- the cinematographer on this... he only made car commercials before this." You felt him chuckle. A rumble you felt pass through your own chest, down to your belly, down further.

"That's not what we were talking about." You could hear his smile through the mask. You were stumped. You felt trapped in his gaze. Your mind felt like it was turning to mush by the second. "The synths? The vocoder...?"

Right, fuck. What was I thinking? You wanted to disappear. You wanted to this all to be some sort of nightmare. Or wet dream. You felt your legs turn to jelly.

"The vocoder, yeah. It was added in underneath the actor's lines because he wanted to make the dialogue sound like it was coming from hell." Your hips ached to move ever so slightly, to tease him back. Getting comfortable, my ass. Nothing about this felt innocent, of course it wasn't. He broke into your home and made you straddle him. What exactly did you think this was going to be?

Focus on her words, Danny. What's she saying? She could be speaking in tongues by now for all he cared. All that mattered was the way he felt her belly press down on him as she breathed and how her legs had splayed further to accommodate him. Danny didn't exactly have an end goal for this night, but when he felt her hips rock a bit her fate was sealed in stone. This night would end, but their game wouldn't. Besides he still had another hand she needed to paint. He met the movement of her hips by using the hand at his waist to help prop both of them up. The hand that held her wrists now supporting her back. The space between them smaller than ever before. He could almost taste her. He had to. He used the thumb of his gloved hand to hike up his mask up to reveal his jaw. Without a second thought, he held the back of her head and pulled her into an all consuming kiss.

You had thought you made a mistake, trying to match him. You went to far, goaded the bull. Now he was going to kill you. When he hoisted the both of you up you thought he was about to deal his killing blow, maybe slash your throat as you sat upright. The strike never came. Instead, he stopped your heart another way. It had barely registered in your mind that you were actually seeing his lips, seeing a part of his face, before they came crashing down on you. He had taken advantage of the way your mouth gaped open in shock when he had lifted you up to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. It was far more pleasant than death. He was kissing you like he wanted to devour you whole but had to restrain himself. It would be easier to just let him, and just sit there numbly in his hands. But the way his tongue darted in your mouth you felt compelled to chase after him. Your tongue met his with an equal measure of primal instinct. You wanted to familiarize yourself with the taste of his mouth.

Damn this girl. Danny wanted her to fight him on this. Not for the sake of having her struggle, though there was a measure of thrill in that. He wanted an excuse to be annoyed with her. To want to be done with her. Instead she paid him back in kind, her hands resting on his chest inching up to his shoulders. This night was supposed to make it easier for him to kill her off later. Get his rocks off a bit without leaving evidence to find later. Instead that raw, needy feeling that built up inside him when he saw her only continued to grow. This hunger would not be sated, could not be. It would only continue to fester the more he was apart from her. The only way to keep it under control would be to keep her within arms reach. No distance to make the heart grow fonder, only tight, close proximity to make the crushing feeling turn suffocating. Then he would be tired of her, then he could be rid of her. But for now he had to get her out of here, back somewhere he could really stretch his legs. It almost pained him to break from a kiss so decadent. She wore a dreamy, almost dumbstruck expression, with a flushed face and plush, swollen pink lips to match. He wanted to drink her up.

"After all that you're gonna think I'm a real dick for this, but you'll learn to forgive me." Her drowsy expression gave way to a look of confusion. A silent question answered by an equally wordless blow to the side of her head. Light's out. "Sorry, doll. Gotta move the sleepover to my place."

[frenchublog]

Ur so cool and I love ur artstyle, it’s so unique and pretty. How long have u been drawing? Also if u only had one show or movie to watch forever and that’s it what would it be?

Thanks✨️

Ahh...since always I think. I used to be on DeviantArt (I wasn't very good lmao) then at 20 I decided to be more serious and really learn. Or at least try. In 2018 I joined twitter then a year later I was in art school and it greatly improved my level. I graduated in 2021 but I never stopped studying. I still have troubles with the basics and my anatomy skills could be better (let's not mention my awful colours) but I do try, everyday to learn something new but first and foremost always have fun with art. Because if you're not enjoying what you're doing, what's the point ?

(Drawing your favs does help👁👁)

You're asking me the tough questions. There are too many I'd love to bring in the afterlife lmao 📼 there are the obvious ones : The Mummy, PotC, Anastasia, Buffy, Hunter x Hunter, Arcane...

Then there are these : Little Shop of Horrors (you loved the Muses in Hercules ? Alan Menken did that already in that movie !) Shawshank Redemption, Mousehunt (okay, if you want to know what kind of slapstick comedy I love, this is the one. And it's directed by Gore Verbinski 💀small world!) The Nanny, Paulie the Parrot (instant tear-jerker. I still have the VHS) Kill Bill, Resevoir Dogs, Robocop, The Fly, Dogma, Starship troopers (hilarious), Galaxy Quest (oh...Alan Rickman) Jumanji, Mathilda, Sisters Act, The Devil wears Prada, The princess's diaries, The Grand Budapest Hotel...(and all the action movies I watched thanks to my father) let's not forget the animated movies that deserved better and changed my brain chemistry : Atlantis, Treasure Planet, Sinbad...

And there's more. The thing is, that question is so difficult to answer. It's like asking me what's your favourite color ? I simply can't just pick one...I love green and yellow but we also need orange and purple and blue ! Movies are like colours and I just need as many shades as possible in my life, otherwise I'd get bored ! I don't know if I'm making sense 🥴

So in conclusion, I just can't make up my mind 🐀

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

2023 Movie Journey #8: The Menu

the menu. i’m glad i decided to watch this one. it wasn’t originally on my list, because i only knew ralph fiennes was in it and it’s about food--neither of those are specific draws for me. i had heard it involves class issues, it was being compared to glass onion in headlines i skimmed, so i wasn’t totally opposed to it, i just wasn’t sure either way. but then i saw john leguizamo talk about his role in an interview, and i hadn’t realized he was part of it; that made me reconsider. and then my favorite movie podcast put out an episode where they discussed m3gan--which i am desperate to get someone else’s opinion on since i saw it alone--BUT the episode also includes discussion of the menu. so i figured if i was ever planning on watching the menu, i had better do so soon, and then i’d be able to enjoy that podcast double-feature. (which now i can, yay!)

but my impression of this movie was definitely wrong, i’ll start by saying. i didn’t know it was really a horror movie--i knew there was some violence or gore, but i honestly thought for some reason that it was a movie about cannibalism, where the menu involved killing and cooking the customers. i have no idea where i got that idea, since it is not true. so now i’ve already watched more horror movies this year than i have in the last several combined, even if this one was by accident. and since i’m about to watch scream 5 (because i never did when it came out) in order to decide if i want to see scream 6 in the theater, i’m starting to reacclimate to horror and that’s a surprisingly nice feeling. in real life, i prefer to avoid violence always...but i’m okay with being desensitized to it in media because i don’t get to choose which stories include violence (so many!) and those stories can hold a lot of value for me otherwise.

anyhow, this movie really was good, and i’m not sure i have too much to say beyond that--the cast is great, from personal faves like judith light and nicholas hoult to reliable talents like ralph fiennes and anna taylor-joy. i didn’t realize before watching this that ralph fiennes is a jkr defender, so obviously that sucks, but he was hitting all the necessary levels in this--terrifying, sad, obsessive. and anna taylor-joy was another actor i didn’t even know was in this, which is pretty funny since she’s the real star. she makes an excellent final girl and as somebody who couldn’t get through the queen’s gambit i am thrilled to now know more of her work. i adore her thanks to this movie alone.

i did engage my newly-implemented horror rule of looking away when i need to--there are multiple suicides in this, for example, but most of the deaths were telegraphed well in advance so i didn’t have to see them. and because of my relationship to food, tbh there were some times when i looked away that didn’t involve any violence at all. this movie is simultaneously a love letter to food and a takedown of foodie culture, as much as it’s a takedown of wealthy restaurant customers and the way that restaurant culture destroys the workers that pour their lives into crafting food. because i’m so detached from food, i mostly enjoyed it as a well-told story rather than relating to any of it. 

i will add though that this is a fucking weird movie. that was my first immediate impression as i was watching it, so i shouldn’t just say i liked it without adding that. it is incredibly dark and twisted. but it so clearly knows what it wants to be doing that i was happily along for the ride. there’s something really enjoyable--at least for me--about a movie that’s completely committed to its premise, no matter how intense or specific (or bizarre) it may be. 

oh, also i liked the soundtrack to this one a lot. it wasn’t exactly all that special, more of the ‘classical with a modern twist’ that i love whenever i encounter it...but it made it fun for me to let the credits play to the end, because i enjoy that style of music all the time.

in conclusion, i would recommend this one if you like the cast, are interested in commentary on fine dining and the people that create it, or enjoy modern horror movies (especially ones that justify murdering the wealthy). i liked it a lot more than i thought i would.

[sweatandwoe]

Apologies for the looooong questions.

3,4, 31, and 68.

Hope you have a good day!

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fi

sit down

turn on computer

open outline document (if a one-shot fic skip to point 5)

look over current chapter section

open writing doc

stare at the blank document

weep

smash fingers on keyboard

don't look at the words

once done do not look at it (this is hard and sometimes I break it)

come back later and use read aloud to help me edit it by listening for anything funky

send chapter to friends to read

gnaw my keyboard

post chapter after approval

stare at notifications/email for internet readers approval for serotonin/dopamine hit

repeat process until I feel normal

Also random tip that helps me write the actual chapter is; writing sprints, there's a discord bot that really helps with this or you can set a timer. And also listening to an audiobook while I write I find helps inspire me to write better and just to write more. I think it's like urge to write a fic after reading a really good fic but instead, I'm listening to Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White and all the body horror/gore in that while I tiptap some fluff. I also have a youtube list of free audiobooks, and I'll post them if you guys want.

putting the rest under a readmore so this post doesn't get too long <3

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Literally anywhere.

Anywhere.

It strikes when it strikes (unfortunately)

31. Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

Most of the time, Plot. Plot is usually a big motivator to get me to write fic.

I find that good plots are sort of versatile. Like I could very easily take a similar plot of SI and put it towards Ghost. Baker!Reader gets employed at the ministry. Papa and her start getting close, and closed-off man eventually opens up to sweet lady.

Also while I'll know the Love interest for who I'm writing, cause I mainly write x Reader fic, the Reader is something I don't really consider. I try to be careful not to describe red cheeks, or hair texture in fics for example (though I have done it still), though sometimes it does slip through, cause I want you to imagine an idealized version of yourself. It's like a meme now that like when Y/N says this we go "I'd never say that" but maybe you would in Runeterra. Cringe is dead, make your idealized self in a self-insert or in Reader fics, because that's self-love baby. You are deserving of love and you should always recognize that.

I was always really happy in SI when it got fanart to see all the different versions of reader, with darker skin, or blonde hair before I finalized my own version with @designfailure56 in Ros, though anyone can draw SI Reader however they want. I still really prefer the blank slate approach where I have no idea how they look like, all I know is how they sort of feel and think.

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Slide into friends DMs, or look for prompt lists on tumblr. Sometimes I just need to start writing a little request fic or going over headcanons with friends before I can go on to write the larger fic. It helps me get into the zone for it.

Get to Know Your Fic Writer Asks

[lookbluesoup-rp]

LFRP - I'lyrha Rinha

THE BASICS:

Age: Mid-20s

Race: I-Tribe Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Marital Status: In an Open Relationship, Polyamorous

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Hair: Calico

Eyes: Green

Height: 5ft (152cm)

Build: Sleek, practical muscle, befitting a life spent sailing

Distinguishing Marks: Long silky calico fur, scars on knuckles & back, one gold tooth

PERSONAL:

Profession: Red Mage (Previously a notorious pirate/slaver)

Hobbies: Meddling in other people's business | Getting into barfights | Napping in the sun | Drinking | Fishing | Training & Derring-do

Residence: None, she's a pilgrim!

Birthplace: Somewhere along the Ilsabard coast

Fears: Being recognized as an outlaw | Voidsent | Witches putting curses on her (I know)

Major Traits: Gregarious | Competitive | Proud | Adaptable | Sly | Penitent | Flirtatious | Brave | Snarky | Insecure | Curious | Honorable (ish)

RP INFORMATION:

DM me here, you can also check the intro post pinned for my discord and whatnot.

I prefer more flexibly-paced, story-focused RPs and to write in Discord, on Tumblr, or through GoogleDocs (preferred)

Regular adventures, shenanigans, etc are great! Serious/mature themes, moderate gore, horror, whump, & sensuality are also good as long as boundaries are clear/respected.

One-offs and longer interactions both are fine! Friendships, rivalries, enemies, romances, all good!

PLEASE read the info in my intro post!

RP HOOKS:

(below the cut)

Heart & Steel: You're in trouble. Be it bandits, rampaging goobbues, an abusive master, or a vengeful second-in-line-for-the-Duchy trying to get you out of the line of succession, it's Lyrha's job to defend those who cannot defend themselves. Fate draws her to your aid, and honor demands she sees you through to the end of your troubles. Or, perhaps she's more interested in the potential of a reward... It's, uh, little hard to be sure.

Heart & ... Steal?: While Lyrha's generally reformed into a model wandering heroine, she does occasionally blur the lines between right and wrong. Poncy stuffy Lordlings who look down on their servants and have more than they need are just asking to have an heirloom disappear mysteriously. That corrupt tax collector who took the flour some farmers needed to get through next winter can dine on limestone dust instead. And the predatory broker demanding three times the price she paid for a treasured mother's wedding ring just to get it back won't notice their ransom has been swapped out with a glamoured copper band. If Lyrha's stealing from another thief.... is it really stealing?

Birds of a Feather: Lyrha's griffin isn't exactly the most... well-mannered of beasts. For that matter, neither is Lyrha. Either she's managed to offend her bird (not difficult) or it's managed to offend her (also not difficult), and now it won't come to her call. And you, lucky soul that you are, have somehow been roped into helping her appease, soothe, flatter, or maybe even find the temperamental beast. Preferably before it maims someone. ...Did she mention it's part Vochstein?

Pound of Flesh: Try as she might to put it behind her, Lyrha's history is back to bite. Years spent sailing with notorious pirates and trading in human chattel has given this "queen" quite a reputation in some circles. And quite a bounty. There are no small few across Eitherys who would pay handsomely for her capture -- authorities, bereaved families, and slighted blackguards alike. Others would like nothing better than to hunt her down themselves and take their revenge.

Live By the Sword: Be it in an act of heroism or unfinished business from her past, I'lyrha has been badly wounded. Maybe she came to you for help, or maybe you were just in the right place at the right time to see that she needed it. Maybe you're the one she was trying to protect. Whatever way, this Red Mage is in need of healing, hiding, or both. It's an opportunity for a bit of altruism on your part, or else a chance to demand a bargain with someone who knows they don't have better options.

Once A Pirate...: I'lyrha's learned to behave. Mostly. Except she's still got the mouth of a sailor. And she still can't seem to avoid causing a ruckus at every local tavern. She stared too long, or spoke too uncouthly. Gave insult. Maybe to you. Maybe it was about honor, or money, or a boast, or a pickup line, or a mistaken identity. Either way, it can't be allowed to stand. Get ready for a good, clean, honest 1v1. Not a bar fight. No, a duel. A duel. Hey, wait, put that chair down

I'm Not SUPERstitious: Yes, Lyrha's afraid of ghosts. And sirens. She crushes all her eggshells to bits. She won't kill albatrosses, or eat bananas, and she whistles to summon the wind. Maybe you've done something she considers bad luck, or her obsessive eggshell-smashing has caught your attention. Maybe something on your shirt means she won't make eye contact. It's as good a reason as any to strike up a conversation with a stranger. ALTERNATIVELY: You have requested/hired Lyrha's assistance dealing with a voidsent problem. She'll help you. But she's going to complain the whole time.

Seasalt: Lyrha knows how to live off the sea. Be it a small fishing boat or as part of a larger crew, she's a useful addition to a vessel of any size. She knows the currents, too, and places to hide along the coast... and how to best keep from drawing unwanted attention to valuable cargo, from the Ruby Sea to Limsa Lominsa.

@mooglemeet

[xfindingtrouble]

👄 percy abt vex!

percy sits up a bit straighter, chewing the tip of his tongue as he thought of the right words. Vex had a way of swaying Percy, of reminding him of the good in this world. He could stare right into the abyss, take a step into it & she would still be able to draw him back. She had faced dragons, spninxes, even her bastard of a father & walked away with her chin held high. Vex was a beast of a woman & not even death had been able to slow her down.

Where percy could not help but simmer on the past, vex always seemed intent on moving forward, surviving & doing good when there was room for it. she made him want to change, evolve past his solitary existence. it was easy to wallow in the past, to get stuck in it. yet it was always at her back. vex made percy think he could be a better person, in the right hands. left to his own devices, he had a habit of looking to worst case scenario. anticipating gore & atrocities beyond belief. percy was particularly talented at prepetuating the horror. vex was better at taking things in stride, reminding percy that he should too.

" Sometimes you meet a person & they inspire you. " he speaks truthfully, though he's very careful. no word is chosen without purpose, a nagging paranoia in the back of his skull. he wonders if somehow she'll hear him through the walls, expose him for his sentimentality. if he was wholly honest & she found out he doubted he'd ever live it down.

vex'ahlia was, perhaps, one of the most magnificent people percy had ever had the luck of meeting. she wasn't perfect, by any means, no one was... but she had relentless strength about her. she could fight & fight & fight & still have more left to give. she was fragile, in other ways, though it was more difficult to see. there was a weight on her shoulders that came with the love she gave. it left her open, vulnerable in a way that percy is sure was supposed to be private... but he had a habit of looking for the details. it was not easy to choose good, it never would be.

but it was more than inspiration & he knew that, somewhere inside of him. for all the internal battles he fought, it was one he knew he would lose. it was a surreal thought, to think that another person could affect him so deeply... that he could want something ( someone? ) so badly. yet he could never admit to it, at least not out loud. but still, he's sure she's caught his lingering glances.

she was smart & decisive, fierce & terrifying. perhaps this is why it was so intimidating to think that she might know his truth, overhear any heartfelt confession. he was half-sure she would eat him alive if she did. he was nearly as sure that he would let her. vex knew how to read a man, how to bend them to her will & as intimidating as it was... it drew percy in. he wanted to be what she wanted, who she wanted. a hero, a friend, a lover, percy didn't care. he just wanted to be.... hers. was his face flushing now? definitely. he could feel it in his ears. he lets out a deep breath, unable to catch every racing thought that now poured into hs head. they were like fireflies in the dark, endless.

" I would die for her, " he finally admits, trying to shy away from his beating heart in different sort of dramatic confession. his next words are less careful, his mind beginning to tumble thhroug a hundred other sentiments while trying to shake the feeling at the center of it. he's going to need a drink after this, " Though I would much prefer to live for her. She is my inspiration. "

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character

[enderpearlgirl1005]

The Artists Game

Chapter 2 Mall

(The next day)

Aika was in the kitchen making herself some steamed rice and tamagoyaki with cheese in the middle when the phone started ringing. She picked it up and heard her mother's calm, and caring voice over the line.

"Hello sweetie, how are you doing?" Aika's mother asked.

"Alright mom just had an interaction with that STD spreader at the store behind our house last night." Aika said, still disgusted by what happened last night.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that sweet heart." Aika's mom said sadly over the phone, as she knew about Aika's situation with Hinote.

"It's okay mom, I punched that jerk right in the face when he grabbed at me." Aika said, reassured her mom.

"Well I don't like it when you use violence but considering the situation I'll let it slide." Aika's mom said.

"Thanks mom." Aika thanked graciously.

"Oh and sweetie can you do me a favor I deposited some yen for you in the bank I need you to go and draw it from the bank once you're done with what you're doing." Aika's mom explained.

"Oh sure I wanted to go out into town anyways after I had some breakfast and a nice hot shower." Aika explained while flourishing at the thought of a steamy hot shower.

"That's good dear I love you and I miss you." Aika's mom said lovingly.

"I love you mom bye." Aika said, she then ended the call with her mom.

She soon finished cooking the rice and the tamagoyaki , then sat down at the table to enjoy her warm meal. As she was eating the rice and eggs together she got out the notebook and looked through her drawings. Some of them were gory creatures that she made up while others were anime characters she made up as she liked anime, as long as it was horror.

"Man, I wonder how Amaya would've thought of these if she never joined those cheerleaders?" Aika questioned herself about that like always, as she always wondered if they would even still be friends if she had never became a cheerleader.

Before Amaya had joined the cheerleaders she would compliment Aika on her drawings saying that she was really talented. However now thanks to them she now says that their the ugliest thing she has ever seen and now all she has is her mom to say that they're great drawings. Despite her mother not liking violence of gore she still supports Aika as she care's a lot about her only child. Although Aika knew that her mom only says that as it's a mothers job to say that their child's work is great and Aika wants someone else to tell her their opinion on what she draws. Yet she's an outcast in school and barely anyone talks to her at all, not only that but everyone in the school thinks she's a weirdo due to the way she presents herself.

Aika felt tears running down her face, which made her surprised as she didn't realize she was crying. She whipped the tears off her face and decided to watch some TV to get her mind off of ex-friend and her lonely life in school. She grabbed her bowl of rice and her plate of tamagoyaki, along with her notebook, then sat down on the soft couch. She turned on the TV and began watching the news as it helped her feel better sometimes, depending on what was on, and if there wasn't anything interesting on she would switch it to something else, and if it had horror in it she'd watch it.

"And that's the weather for you all." The young and pretty newscaster announced before continuing on with "In other news a group of five teenage boys were found dead in an alleyway, strangely they were all cut perfectly. Live on the scene is commander officer Kaji who will give us a report on the situation regarding the case."

The TV then changed to the scene where the Commander was standing in front of the alleyway. Splatters of blood could be seen on the walls and the entrance was closed off with yellow police tape. Flashing red and blue light's could also be seen flashing off screen as there were still police cars in the area.

"Kaji how has the investigation on this murder been going and is their any clues on what may have happened to these boys?" The news woman who was there at the scene asked, before handing the microphone to Kaji.

"Unfortunately no we haven't been able to determine anyone as the killer yet, but I promise you that this murder will not go unpunished." Kaji stated in a clear, serious tone.

"You hear that ladies and gentlemen commander Kaji here will not rest till the killer is brought to justice." The News woman stated while looking at the camera.

"Huh some boys got killed, never seen that before I wonder who they are?" Aika asked herself curious on what happened and who the victims where.

As if the newscaster could hear her she said "In case you're all wondering who the victims are, Aakar will show you all their pictures of them." It then changed to the news man and the pictures of the boys all popped up.

When Aika saw one of the pictures she was shocked to see that one of them was Hinote. While she didn't like him she didn't want him to die, just to leave her alone.

"What the hell happened to him and who or what killed him?" Aika asked herself scared by this.

While she was into dark stuff she didn't like it when someone died in real life as in movies it's fake. However when someone is killed in real life it's more scary and can show that monsters truly exist in real people. Aika was asking if she should still go out and withdraw the yen for her mom, as their was a potential killer out on the lose and she didn't want to be murdered.

"Na that wont happen a murder wont be stupid enough to kill someone in broad daylight when everyone's up and out of the house. So I'll be fine to go out for a few hours not just to get the yen but I might also get some lunch and look around the stores for a bit." Aika said to herself then finished up her breakfast.

After she was done eating she got her dress, socks and shoes and headed to the bathroom. When she got into the bathroom Aika took off her purple and black striped pajamas and threw them into the laundry basket. She also slipped off her undergarments and threw them into the laundry basket as well. After getting undressed she looked into the mirror and looked at the bit of hair that was covering up her face in the reflection.

She then got closer to the mirror she put her hand up to her face and pushed her hair out of her face. When she did she had a bad memory from when she was younger come back and she gasped at the memory . She then pulled the bit of hair back to it's original place before backing away from the mirror up to the wall. Aika then slid down the the floor before burying her face in her hands and shook her head violently trying to forget the memory.

"Come on Aika forget about that day, just focus on what's going on now. Just get your shower and go out for a bit!" Aika told herself.

She then got up, opened the walk in shower's door, got in, closed the door behind her, and turned the water on. When the water made contact with her skin she shivered at the cold before she turned up the temperature on it and once it was at the right temperature for her she continued on with the shower.

After getting a nice, relaxing, warm shower Aika slipped her clothes on, got a bag and sunglasses before heading out. She locked the door behind her and headed out to the bank then to the mall. Aika didn't have a bike cause she never wanted one, so she just walked to the city and back.

The area she lived in was about an half an hour walk to the city so Aika could walk there and back. On her way there she saw Amaya standing on the porch of one of the cheerleaders' houses. Aika started speed walking not wanting to talk to Amaya unfortunately Amaya spotted her and started running up to her.

"HEY AIKA I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU!" Amaya screamed angrily before grabbing Aika roughly by the arm.

"Ugh, what do you want Amaya?" Aika asked angrily while trying to get her arm out of Amaya's grip.

"IT'S HINOTE! THE LAST PERSON HE TALKED TO WAS YOU!" Amaya screams angrily while griping tighter on Aika's arm.

"Hey I didn't want to talk to him in the first place" Aika stated, before finally pulling her arm out of Amaya's grip.

"WELL IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME. YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME YOU BITCH!" Amaya screamed angrily.

 "I DIDN'T HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU I HATE HIM! YOU COULD'VE HAD HIM IF YOU APPROACHED HIM YOURSELF!" Aika screamed back.

Amaya got even more angry at that and raised her fist to punch Aika but she was stopped by one of the cheerleader's mother.

"Wowow Hey there, why don't I take you inside and you and my daughter can have some green tea." The mother suggested before bringing Amaya inside to prevent a cat fight from blowing up in front of her house.

As she was being taken into the house she shot Aika a death glare to which Aika just rolled her eyes and continued on her way.

(Half an hour later)

Aika was now in the bank talking to her mom's bank assistant about the withdrawal.

"Okay your mother withdrew 25000 yen and she said that half of it is for you to get food and the other half is for emergencies." The bank assistant explained.

"Okay I guess that's what it was going to be for as we can now save up more yen now that we'd paid what debt my dad's gambling ass got us into." Aika spat the last part out in anger.

"Yeah I know she told me about what happened to him. While I don't wish death upon anyone, I feel like what happened to him was the only way for you and your mom to live in peace in this world." The Bank assistant explained.

"Well I'm glad that happened to him, I hated him for my whole life. When I figured out we were never gonna see him again I was overwhelmed with happiness." Aika said to herself, forgetting the bank assistant.

"Oh I never knew that you felt that way about him." The bank assistant said, surprised by what Aika had said.

"Huh oh sorry I was thinking out loud. I'll just be on my way and head to the mall. I have no other business here." Aika explained, excusing herself.

"Oh no it's alright I understand he was an awful man so I know that you hated him." The bank assistant reassured Aika.

Aika was glad to hear that and she soon finished up what she had to do there. Once she was done there she left the bank and headed to the mall. When Aika went in she saw that as usal on the summer the place was packed with people.

'What did you expect? It's summer and it's the mall. So It's gonna be full of people.' Aika thought to herself.

She pushed through the crowds and went to the accessory shop to see if she could find a new hair clip. When she got there she was disappointed to see the other cheerleaders where in the shop as well.

'Ugh I hate these girls, they took my friend away from me.' Aika thought to herself.

She quickly walked away in order to keep out of sight from the other cheerleaders. She went into the hair clip section to see if there were any hair clips that would speak with her fashion. However to her disappointment all the hair clips were too pink and girly for her as she wanted something black and gothic.

"*sigh* Why do all the stores I go to are out of the things I want?" Aika asked herself.

"Oh I don't know, probably because your fashion sense is ugly as hell." A snarky voice commented.

Aika cringed at the sound of the voice, and looked to her right and frowned as she saw three of the cheerleader's standing a few feet away from her.

"What the hell do you want?" Aika asked annoyed by them bothering her.

"Oh nothing, just some of the yen you got on you." The cheerleader said confadently.

"No way my mom left me this while she's away on her business trip." Aika spat before holding her bag that also had her wallet in it behind herself.

Unfortunately she felt someone trying to yank it out of her hand. When she looked back she saw there were two more cheerleaders, this made her even more angry as she only wanted to have a relaxing day at the mall.

"WHY THE FUKING HELL DO YOU GIRLS HATE ME SO MUCH!" Aika screamed furious, not even being careful with her words while she was pulling on her bag.

"Oh maybe because you are a loner and a loser." The girl who was trying to take her bag away said, while she was pulling back.

"I'M ONLY A LONER BECAUSE YOU WHORES TOOK MY FRIEND AWAY FROM ME IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT FOR DOING THIS TO ME!" Aika screamed angerly and pulled back, but unfortunately the girl managed to rip her bag out of her hands.

Just then the other girl kicked her in the stomach and punched her hard enough that she crashed into the shelves and everything on them to fall off and on to her.

"Oh look at what we got here an ugly notebook I bet she draws ugly art in here just like herself." The cheerleader that had her bag said.

She then pulled out the notebook and opened it up to see and hopefully rip out what Aika had drawn in it.

"Ugh look at this thing it's so ugly my eyes wanna die." The Cheerleader laughed and showed the other girls the picture.

They all laughed as it was one of the anime characters Aika made up and drew into the notebook. They all thought it was ugly as fuck and when Aika heard them say that about her drawing she was about to cry as it hurt her a lot, and brought back memories of her father.

"Ohh Look her wallet lets see how much she has." The other cheerleader said while pulling out Aikas black and purple wallet.

"N-No that's for me my mom gave it to me." Aika said weakly while trying to get up but was stopped by one of the other cheerleaders kicking her hard in the stomach.

"Aww so what, we don't care that your pathetic mom gave it to you, we just want it." The cheerleader said and was about to open it till a hand stopped her.

"HEY FUCK FACE WHAT ARE YOU- *gasp!*" The cheerleader stopped as she saw that a manager, employee, and Haru were standing next to the group and they all had angry looks on their face's.

"Oh M-Maneger! we-we were uuuhhh-" one of the girls tried to explain but was cut off by the manager.

"You girls were just beating this poor young woman up and were about to steal her money. Yeah I think you girls need to come with me." The manager sternly said then took two of the girls while the employee took the other three with him  into the back.

Haru stayed with Aika and helped her up and put her stuff back in her bag.

"T-thanks Haru" Aika shakily said as she was still in a bit of pain and was clenching on to her stomach.

"Anytime I guess it was luck that I was here when they started bullying you, and it was a good idea to get a manager and employee." Haru said a bit flustered.

"Y-yeah well thanks I think I-I need to go to the clinic to get checked." Aika said as she felt like that she could've gotten a few cuts from the attack.

"I'll take you there." Haru said then picked Aika up bridal style and walked out of the store with her in his arms.

'Oh my god I'm actually carrying Aika, the girl who I've had a crush on for so long now and now that Hinote is out of the way I don't need to worry about him taking her from me. *sigh* Calm down, Haru, don't be creepy. You've seen enough videos from victims of stalking that it's just gonna Scare Aika away from you so keep it together and don't be creepy.' Haru thought to himself.

Soon the two got to the first aid station and the doctor working there took a look at Aika.

"hmm aside from a few bruises and the scratch on your arm you should be okay." The doctor said to the relief of Haru and Aika.

He then disinfected the scratch Aika had on her arm and got out a bandage to put over it. However when Aika got a look at the design she cringed again as she saw that it was pink and was decorated with rainbows.

"Un sir do you have any other bandages? I don't like the color pink or rainbows." Aika explained

"well we do have regular bandages if you don't want one that's decorated as the decorated ones are meant for younger kids." The doctor explained

"I'd like that, Thank you sir." Aika said graciously.

"Hey It's a part of the job," The doctor stated before putting a plan bandage on Aika's scratch.

Aika and Haru thanked him once again for his services and the two made their way to the food court.

"Hey Aika, would you like some ramen?" Haru asked.

"Sure, I'm in the mood for some shrimp ramen." Aika answered.

"Okay let's go get some." Haru said before leading Aika to the ramen shop.

"One steak ramen please." Haru ordered.

"And I'll have a shrimp Ramen with no mushrooms or boiled egg." Aika ordered with a few changes to how the ramen is made.

The cashier then told them the price for the ramen and Haru paid for both of them.

"Oh thanks Haru." Aika said grateful.

"Hey It's the least I could do after what happened with you and those cheerleaders." Haru said while putting his arm around Aika's shoulder.

"Hey Lovey doveys kiss already!" Someone in the line shouted.

"WE'RE NOT LOVERS SO SHUT UP!" Aika shouted annoyed, with a bit of blush on her face while Haru was also blushing and rubbing the back of his head.

Soon their orders came and the two took their ramen bowls and sat down on a nearby table.

"So Aika what do you normally do at home?" Haru asked trying to create some form of a conversation.

"I mostly draw or when, my mom's home I do activities with her like gardening or shop for groceries and accessories around here." Aika answered.

"Oh well, do you play any video games?" Haru asked.

"Well we couldn't afford consoles as my dumbass, gambling dad got us in debt." Aika said bitterly.

"Oh what did he do?" Haru asked feeling a bit sad for Aika when he heard that.

"He gambled and owed money to loan sharks. His addiction to gambling made mine and mom's life hell as we could barely afford many things. Thankfully one day it all ended because my dad didn't pay back his debt. The loan sharks he owed money to took him away and killed him. I know this because my mom was talking to a police officer who told her that he was found dead near a ditch. When I heard about it I couldn't help but feel happy as now we could live normal lives once mom paid off the debt. Thankfully her job made it easy and in a matter of years we're now out of debt and living more comfortable lives." Aika explained coldly and a bit satisfied at the end.

"Oh wow I had no idea that you and your mom had gone through that." Haru said feeling sorry for Aika and what she went through when she was younger.

"Yeah, but you wanna know another reason I'm glad he's dead? Because he was physically and verbally abusive as he also had an alcohol and drug addiction." Aika said bitterly and angerly.

"I'm sorry to hear that as well. Man, things must've been rough for you and your mom when your father was around." Haru said.

"Yeah they were but now that he's gone our lives have never been better." Aika said with a slight smile on her face.

"Well I'm glad to hear that. Hey, can I see what you've drawn in your notebook?" Haru asked curious on what she drew in it.

"Oh sure and hey if you have yours I'd like to see it." Aika said as she got her notebook out, even though she was afraid that Haru would say about her drawings.

"Oh sure here" Haru said and pulled his out of his bag.

The two shared their drawing with each other and were impressed with one another's drawing talents.

"Wow Aika you're really talented! I love your art style it looks amazing, much better them my art style." Hari explained while looking at his notebook and drawings.

"Really? I've never had anyone else aside from my mom say that my drawings where good. Those cheerleaders always tell me that my drawings are ugly and it makes them wish that they where blind." Aika explained a bit sad about the cheerleaders, and while blushing a bit at Haru's compliment. "Well I'm surprised that those cheerleaders thought that they where bad, if they think your drawings are bad then they must not have good taste in art." Haru explained jokingly.

"Wow... I don't know what to say... Thanks Haru, that's one of the nicest things anyone aside from my mom had ever said to me." Aika explained.

Haru smiled at that and the two keep on having a conversation about other their likes and dislikes. However they didn't notices that a woman was hiding herself in the shadows with an earpiece on and was talking on the microphone.

"Yes sir, they're here, the last two entries. One of them knows what the notebooks do while the girl still doesn't know what they do. However, you should still make the announcement for the game." The woman said to the person on the other line.

The person on the other side of the line agreed with the woman and told her to head back to base. She agreed and left, but not before taking one look back to Aika and Haru.

"You two better watch out as you'll be in for the fight of your lives." The woman said before disappearing into the shadows.

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RP Rules

Aleli Note

YES, I will RP. Do I do it often? Yes and no. I mostly RP with my gf nowadays, but I will RP with other people, just expect me to be a tad awkward 😅

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Rules

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Give me a fandom/original story, genre, and your OC and I will see if I'm interested. If I'm not interested, don't get all butthurt about it.

I WILL NOT DO A RP THAT IS PURELY SMUT!! I am not opposed to smut occurring naturally in the RP during a romance, but I need to be invested in the romance, or else I lose interest. Besides, the thought of writing smut with people other than my gf makes me awkward and nervous anyhow.

If I don't know the fandom, it is an automatic "no". I write what I know/researched guys. 😒

Yes, I will do canon, oc x canon, oc x oc ships (m x m, f x f, m x f)👍

NO TOXIC SHIPS for the love of all that is good and holy, please 😭(i.e. do not send me pedo, abuser x victim, grape, incest, etc. Present any of these to me and I will block you. Plain and simple. Nothing more and nothing less. Example would be Ramsay Bolton x Theon Greyjoy, that makes me so uncomfortable T^T)

If you want an oc x oc ship with one of my OCs, please look through my list and tell me which one you are interested in. If they don't have a Bio, ask me about them and I will explain them to you. (probably make a Bio then and there).

Do not ask me to change anything about my OCs to fit your idea of what they should be. They are their own people after all and that will make me mad REAL fast.

Writing suggestions and constructive criticism are accepted and even encouraged. I want to become a better writer and write unique characters, so I will take suggestions. Outright telling to change something about my characters though, just because you just don't like it, will not be accepted as kindly as a suggestion from a writing perspective.

Please, please, PLEASE do not take control of my characters. That is infuriating as all hell to me.

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Extra

Please note that most of my OCs are men TvT I do have some female characters, but my mind generally leans toward male characters. (I was raised around men for most of my life, so I think that is the reason for this, even though I am a girl XD)

I can write RP replies that can be real long, to real short depending on my mood or if I am feeling real creative or not. I have a tendency to overthink responses, so that may shorten my reply significantly or make me take a while whilst writing a response. Please be patient with me, as we continue the RP and I get a feel of your style and what you are comfortable with, I will naturally get in a groove.

If I don't respond right away, please don't immediately assume that I am ignoring you. I may be drawing, helping with my baby brother, or working. It honestly depends. I am chronically online, but I also have IRL things to handle, and I get distracted easily.

If I suddenly disappear, I may have crashed XD No seriously. At night, I will suddenly fall asleep without warning. But it could also be one of the things I mentioned in number 3.

Things I am not comfortable RPing; Grape, SA, bdsm, abvse, beastiality/zoophilia (these things can be implied or purely in OC backstories. But I do NOT want to actively write in a RP. The kinks in that little list are also just... uncomfortable to me so just please no-)

Dark things I will RP; violence, gore*, horror, yandere** (*I watched half of the Saw series, watched Terrifier one and two, the Thing, and most of the classic slashers 🙂 Bring on the gore lets go, I won't shy from it.) (**Tread carefully with Yandere please. There is a fine line between that and just being toxic. If in a horror element, then I will accept it as part of the RP if there is another, non-toxic love interest, or if there is a way to defuse the situation and bring it into a non-toxic territory. Just keep that in mind.)

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Please go to my Fandoms, Worlds, and OC lists after reading this. If you are interested in a RP, go to my asks box and I will respond to you there and then we can DM. Don't just jump me in DMs please. [Note: I put links to the lists in question in the mentions of them there.]

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Spooky Movie Marathon 2024: Week 4

Day 20: The Skeleton Key (2005)

Day 21: The Curse of King Tut's Tomb (1980) - based on the book Behind the Mask of Tutankhamen by Barry Wynne; heavy embellishment of the 1922 discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamen

Day 22: The Creature with the Atom Brain (1955)

Day 23: Son of Dracula (1943) - sequel to Dracula (1931) and Dracula's Daughter (1936)

Day 24: Willy's Wonderland (2021) - remake of the director's 2016 short film Wally's Wonderland

Day 25: The Mummy (1959) - loose remake of the Universal Mummy movies, which I will not fully list because there's a whopping six of them

Day 26: I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997) - very loosely based on the 1973 novel of the same name by Lois Duncan

good week! i got most of the "decades" movies i wanted to hit this week: 1940s, 1980s, 2020s. all that's left is 1910s at this point, and i've got a couple films in mind... one of them is a french movie almost three hours long (j'accuse !), so if i don't feel up to that this weekend then it will be another german movie sometime during the week.

i also managed to squeeze in a movie with christopher lee and peter cushing, so i think i'm satisfied with films targetting specific actors... there are more horror icons i didn't get to (lon chaney sr. springs to mind, along with more modern actors), but nobody's really singing out that i NEED to squeeze them in before the end of the month.

rambling thoughts:

The Skeleton Key (2005) - this film is agonizing because the script it SOOOO GOOD and the final plot twist so perfectly built up, but the more and more you think about said twist the more and more racist it gets. aghg. but props for including a blind willie johnson song and having it tie into said twist! and speaking of the music, i also have clearly listened to too much 1920s black gospel music because i didn't even realize the scene where kate hudson listens to the conjure of sacrifice record was supposed to be scary until i saw her roommate's face; i was too busy going "wow :) just like on my playlists :) gee whiz they did a really good job capturing the vibes of recordings from people like the reverend j.m. gates :) :)"

The Curse of King Tut's Tomb (1980) - nooooo not tom baker and raymond burr in brownface. but unfortunately that is... what i may not WANT but certainly what i expect from a cheap british tv mummy movie. and as cheap british tv mummy movies go... it has all the flaws and colonialist leanings of the genre but that aside i thought it was funly spooky. because it was a cheap tv movie, they had to depend more on atmosphere and mood, which worked well. there was apparently a cut scene where tom baker's character gets stabbed in the eye during his death scene where his plane explodes, and honestly thank GOD it was cut. that would have been way too over the top and luridly silly and the film works much better as an atmospheric period piece than an 80s gore film. i'll definitely need to revisit this one whenever i get around to writing my gothic mummy thriller, there's a lot of good and bad stuff in this to deconstruct/draw from.

The Creature with the Atom Brain (1955): this has got to be one of the most 1950s films to ever 1950s. you've got nuclear-powered zombies created by evil foreigners (one of who is an ex-nazi mad scientist named wilhelm, because of course his name is wilhelm) causing mayhem in white suburban bliss for our cop protagonist (played by richard denning, because of COURSE he's played by richard denning) and his happy homemaker wife and their Just So Darling daughter. all that's missing are teenage delinquents going on an anti-square crusade using the power of whitewashed rock 'n roll (probably because they were the ones in the audience when this came out). unfortunately unlike some dated products of the era this movie was just? boring? not awful, but not as engaging as the premise would suggest. this was the b-film for it came from beneath the sea and it definitely shows that this is a film they expected you to pay less attention to. the premise is pretty delightfully batshit, though.

Son of Dracula (1943) - southern gothic twist on the universal version of dracula, VERY cool, very atmospheric. also some great vampire transformation effects in this. just don't think too hard about the timeline of the series or who the primary immigrants from europe would have been at this time that this film is making a very questionable metaphor about--you WILL get a headache.

Willy's Wonderland (2021) - had this recommended to me by somebody at work. nicholas cage battles demonic man-eating serial killer animatronics, ft. annoying young people being insufferable. the movie's great but i wish it had just been about nicholas cage and MAYBE the liv character as his eventual surrogate daughter taking down the animatronics in increasingly absurd ways, but i also recognize the need of the young people to be cannon fodder. but also the animatronics were RIDICULOUSLY easy to take down. how were these things ever a threat. absurd.

The Mummy (1959) - insert repeat of the noooo not X in browface joke wherein X is christopher lee. i was going to make a joke about how this isn't a remake at all and because of how loosely the old universal monster movies took continuity it is in fact just a sequel and this is the same mummy that went up against abbott and costello in 1955. but unfortunately that mummy was named klaris and this one goes by the name kharis, the name used by the mummy in universal's second through fifth movies. so RIP that joke. ANYWAY. good movie. a bit tedious when the mummy's backstory is being outlined, but otherwise fine. i haven't seen all the universal mummy movies yet but just compared to the 1932 movie this one gives way more payoff on seeing an actual mummy walk around versus starting off with that and then skipping to boris karloff spending the rest of the movie with glue on his face looking like he very badly needs some moisturizer. but i do have a soft spot for the 1932 film because i got to see it in theaters in a double feature with bride of frankenstein two years ago, and for as much of a dracula rehash the plot is the german expressionist influence really was so gorgeous on the big screen. but i did really like the colors in this 1959 movie, especially the inexplicable funky green jell-o light in the mummy's tomb. very neato. also i watched this movie primarily for christopher lee and peter cushing and because i saw a video once that described the hammer mummy movies as cinematic capsules of post-ww2 british colonial nostalgia, and... mmhm. there's a scene where cushing's character has verbal spars with Mr. Evil Egyptian Stereotype™ about the proper way to respect ancient egyptian relics and burial sites, and respecting non-christian religions, and it is WILD how un-self aware the british filmmakers are in how both characters are presented. mr. stereotype makes some VERY valid points but the movie presents him as a completely irrational and backwards knave and cushing's character as a perfect and totally 100% correct saint who is smarter because he's Civilized™. it's like the 1932 movie that way, the film is so bafflingly close to criticizing its own colonialist leanings and sometimes literally seems to do so, but then the plot happens and it's just like. oh. that wasn't intentional. you're just oblivious.

I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997): this movie had me until the end. the characters were standard enough for a slasher movie, but likeable, with engaging moral dilemmas that made me want to see what was going to happen to them. then the plot twist for who the killer was happened and the movie lost me. maybe it's because i was repairing one of my shoes while watching and not paying super close attention but did we even meet the guy beforehand??? i don't think so, and when it comes to twists and mysteries, i like it when stories lay out clues where if you put in the effort you might be able to figure it out ahead of time. there was SOME setup in that regard, but not really enough for some random guy to be the surprise killer. it was a good twist in theory, but not in practice, and unfortunately did make me walk away feeling dissatisfied. i did really like the movie's soundtrack though. most of it was 90s rock and metal, but it was good 90s rock and metal, and there was some other stuff in there too, and any movie that has type o neative, leadbelly, AND bing crosby on its soundtrack is a winner.

last week of the month coming up! no plans beyond one of those 1910s silent movies. five more days--onward!

rankings, ratings, and lists thus far:

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974) (duh)

Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962)

Planet Terror (2007)

The VelociPastor (2018)

The House on Haunted Hill (1959)

The House on Haunted Hill (1999)

The Black Cat (1934)

The Skeleton Key (2005)

Son of Dracula (1943)

The Curse of King Tut's Tomb (1980)

Witchcraft (1964)

Der Golem, wie er in die Welt kam (1920)

The Comedy of Terrors (1963)

Lyle (2015)

Willy's Wonderland (2021)

Return to House on Haunted Hill (2007)

I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997)

White Settlers (2014)

The Mummy (1959)

Bijo to Ekitai-ningen (1958)

Prometheus (2012)

The Creature with the Atom Brain (1955)

XX (2017)

Mary Reilly (1996)

Death Proof (2007)

Encounter with the Unknown (1972)

moved Death Proof further down. time has not been kind to it in my brain. congrats to mary reilly for at least being competently made.

[moondane-lovers]

🌟 in honor of your new f/o how about relationship with the other BB Pirates? :D -gideongrovel

OOOH fuck yeah, rubbing my hands together like a little freaky gremlin

Blackbeard- They get along quite well, Pluto is exceptionally quiet and submissive when first brought onto the crew considering you know, injured marine lackey seemingly spared due to one of his crew members having an interest in them. When she built up the courage to ask if she could buy some art supplies, he was like “ZEHAHAHA OF COURSE YOU DON’T EVEN NEED TO ASK” and gave her a bunch of money and she came back with like, only a quarter used up going “I hope I didn’t spend too much :(“ and he was all ???????????? damn this bitch is damaged

Needless to say, his guidance and definitely not enabling her more severely repressed chaotic side helped her come out of her shell more. Pluto listens to him very intently whenever he wants to talk about anything, even if it’s silly, so she’s gained his favor over time. He saw a promising recruit, and he got one in terms of a non-combatant.

Jesus- He kind of scares her with how outgoing and wild he is, but sometimes helps her be more bold. One time he convinced her to jump on a wild hog because it would be fun. It was, in fact, very fun. Dude stares like crazy whenever she works on any of her paintings or sketches and does the “CAN YOU DRAW ME” thing a little too often. 

Shiryu- He creeps them out, they don’t get along but don’t clash. Pluto keeps her head down and stays respectful to avoid his gaze.

Laffitte- They mesh surprisingly well! Pluto is a weird asocial freak who paints psychological horror, gore, and shifting masses of flesh as a form of therapy, doesn’t ask too many questions or judges, and most importantly, listens to him. She considers him someone who gives very good advice and is someone to watch when not sure what to do in a situation. They don’t interact a ton and quietly coexist overall. He’s most definitely got a portrait in progress somewhere in her quarters.

Catarina- Having another woman- or someone close enough to one (doesn’t matter to her) around is a delight to her! She thinks that Pluto is pretty cute and tries to hype her up and get her to clean up better. Kind of overwhelming to them, but having a hype lady has been great. Pluto can come to her if they need someone to talk to about stuff that the (cis) men in the crew will not get.

Sanjuan- Pluto has NO fucking clue how to even talk to him, they said hi once and she was like mmmmmm thats a bit much for me wow. She often wonders how the hell he stays fed. Would probably get along with him if they talked more.

Vasco- They get bad vibes from him and aren’t a fan of the alcoholism for personal reasons, so they almost never interact. Pretty similar to Shiryu, but she can stand Vasco a little more. They don’t judge him for his appearance, but the vibes? No. Nope.

Doc Q- They get along nicely. Pluto respects him for his medical work and does what they can to help him out when his illness makes things a bit too hard. There’s some uh… projection onto him in relation to someone in her life previously. She’s learning various medical techniques from him and considers him good company. Pluto would 100% ask him to do top surgery on her if she was brave enough. Stronger is a cute horse and is a bonus.

Kuzan- Ex marine? Yeah. Fear. Projected trauma. Not a fun guy for her to be near purely due to her experience in the marines. Is he chill? Yeah. Is she not ready to interact with him for a very long time? Also yeah. There’s an underlying fear in her that somehow, she’ll have to go back to the marines because of him. It’s a work in progress.