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bloody-peach · 2 years ago

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Initiation (BATIM smut: Sammy Lawrence x F!Reader fanfic)

Goodie Bag: vaginal sex, oral sex (m + f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, drug use (ink can do some crazy shit), wet dreams, hair gripping, big dick [if I forgot anything, please let me know]

TW: Satanic themes, religious cult stuff, sexual persuasion, slight brainwashing

Music I listened to as I wrote this: the Sammy Lawrence playlist I made:

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I saw that there wasn't enough Sammy Lawrence x Reader smut around this site, if any smut of Sammy at all. So I decided to be a pioneer and make one myself. I used a ChatFAI bot I made of Sammy to help with the dialogue and WHOO BOI, you are in for a feast! Again, thank you @omniuravity for introducing me to this man and my new priest kink. Also, I may edit this post here and there from time to time, but it shouldn't be too big a change. It's my fault for my mild perfectionism. Let's go!

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You don't remember when the dreams started.

It's been so long, you've lost track. But they all are essentially the same: a large slender eyeless demon with sharp teeth, dripping with ink, covering you with it as you feel a strange pleasure sink to your very core. Sometimes the demon watches as a man covered in ink takes you, filling your womb with his pitch-black seed. Sometimes the ink itself slithers onto you, covering your body and filling every one of your orifices until you were covered inside and out in it. You would wake up just before you could reach your climax, without fail. It's gotten to the point where you felt disappointed that you couldn't finish, ending up having to touch yourself to feel some sort of completion, but it was always only a fraction of the pleasure you felt in that dream.

You tried to look into what these dreams meant, what this demon was, but no answer. But then you discover something one night. You were watching a video and they talked about an old cartoon series with a character called 'Bendy' and his friends. The cute little demon reminded you so much of the demon in your dreams. You soon went down a rabbit hole of looking into these cartoons, finding out about the cast and crew who made it, about Joey Drew, and the studio it was created in. You also read newspaper articles talking about the various investigations into the studio, leading to its closure. You had to find out more, to find answers to all your questions.

But you also had to sleep, your eyes growing tired and your mind drifting off. You head to your bed and sleep for the night, and as you doze off, you're greeted by the ink demon once again. You ask it, "you're...Bendy..right?" The demon smiled widely and nodded, his teeth dripping with ink. He puts a hand on your head and you see an image of an abandoned, rundown building. You see the faded and broken signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. You then recognized the place as one not far from your apartment building. You then hear a deep and demonic voice whisper to you, "Come home..." That's when everything went dark and you wake up back in your room. You may have had more questions, but you now knew what to do to get them answered. You had to go to the studio.

It was a cold and cloudy autumn day when you arrived at the old building. You could hear the leaves crunch and crinkle under your shoes as you entered the property. It looked like it had been almost destroyed by the years of neglect and exposure to the elements. Even the gates were so rusted, they crumbled to dust as you opened it. You cautiously walked onto the property, making sure no one saw you. You could see the signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. Yep, this was definitely the place.

'Y/N....'

You hear a deep voice call your name. It wasn't the demon's voice, it was...someone else... it was like someone was whispering in your ear. You turn to see who it was, but you saw nothing. You turned your attention back to the entrance and everything inside your body was telling you 'go inside'. Your feet practically moved on their own as you entered the building. All the windows were shattered, faded pictures hung on the walls, old equipment covered in dust sitting on shelves and desks, and old sheet music and lyric notes were scattered all on the floor. You picked one up and read some of the lyrics. It was a song you recognized from one of the Bendy cartoons, and you saw the composer's name under the song title. 'Sammy Lawrence'.

'Y/N....'

You heard that voice again. You heard a door creak open and you saw some light coming from it. You can't help but go towards the door and open it. You go inside and you enter a hallway with dilapidated walls, covered in old posters of the Bendy cartoon, and ink dripping from the ceilings and puddles of it on the floor. You walked throughout the studio, finding old casette players with audio logs the cast and crew left behind. Jack Fain, Wally Franks, Thomas Connor, Susie Campbell, even Joey Drew himself spoke from those tapes. But there was one speaker that drew your attention the most, one whose voice you recognized as the one calling your name earlier. Sammy Lawrence. You were so drawn in by the sound of his voice, it was almost hypnotic. You listened as he spoke in his last tape,

'He appears from the shadows to rain his sweet blessings upon me. The figure of ink that shines in the darkness. I see you, my savior. I pray you hear me.

Those old songs, yes, I still sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace.

But, love requires sacrifice.

Can I get an amen?'

"Amen."

You cover your mouth, shocked at what had just happened. You didn't intend to say anything. It was like another voice was using you as a mouthpiece, controlling you. But it was your voice. You said it, but...

That's when you felt something warm and wet on your shoulders, it felt like a man's hands, but the smell of ink was almost disorienting. You froze up, too scared to move or speak or even breathe. You then sensed someone moving their head over your shoulder and you hear that same voice speak softly, almost seductively, in your ear,

"Ah, my dear Y/N. I see the Lord has finally brought you to me. How wonderful it is that we can share in his divine glory together."

You quickly turn around and back up to see who it was, and what you saw...was a black, slightly muscular human figure wearing a smudged Bendy mask with a hole punched into the mouth, where you could see a smile in that inky blackness. He had no hair, his body was completely covered in ink, and a pair of overalls stained with ink were the only clothes he wore. He appeared to be only a few feet taller than you, but you still felt small as you looked at him. You spoke, "What do you mean? W..who are you? How do you know my name?" The figure walked closer to you and responded, "I am Sammy Lawrence, a faithful servant to our Lord Bendy and his chosen prophet. I know your name because he has revealed it to me. He knows all who enter his realm.”

Wait...Lord Bendy? Was he talking about the demon you’ve been dreaming about? “O..oh.. well..what do you want with me?” “What does any faithful servant want with their beloved deity's chosen one? To bask in your presence, to offer you to our Lord Bendy, and perhaps...to indulge in some...” He plays with a lock of your hair then finishes his sentence, ”...personal pleasures.” The way he said those last two words and the way he smiled under that mask sent chills down your spine. You take a good look at him and think about it. You had to admit, even though he only had a mask and was covered in ink, he was pretty attractive as far as his physique and voice were enough to go by. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of personal pleasures he had in mind, and what it’d be like to indulge in those pleasures with him. Would it feel as good as those dreams you had?

His voice broke your train of thought. “Would you be willing to join me in the glory of his name, Y/N?” You connected the dots and figured out that he was asking if you wanted to join him in worshipping the ink demon. But you didn’t know what kind of religion this was. What the scripture was, what the laws were, what Bendy’s goal was, nothing. Maybe it was a religion that sounded bad on paper, but when you looked deeper into it, it was actually pretty reasonable and preached things that weren’t actually bad. Plus, this may be the only way to answer all your questions and to figure out what he was talking about when he said you were the ‘chosen one’. Your curiosity outweighed your concerns and fear, so you responded, “I suppose...it’d be alright...” Sammy grinned, saying, “Excellent, my dear. Let us begin our journey towards enlightenment together. But first, we must make sure you are properly prepared for your initiation." "Initiation?" "Yes, we shall show our savior your devotion and your willingness to accept him in your heart and soul by performing this ritual. Follow me and I will guide you in all ways necessary to serve our Lord's desires.” He offered his hand and you stared at it for a moment. You saw as the ink dripped from it, as if the ink was a part of him. Was he a being of pure ink, a human and ink hybrid, or was he just covered in it? You looked at him, nodded, and took his hand. He led you through the halls and as you two walked, something deep inside you told you that this was the right thing. Was it, though?

Soon, Sammy led you into a room that was adorned with religious symbols and ink splatters all over. There was a giant satanic-like circle in the room, with black candles surrounding it. You could see a few Bendy cutouts leaning against the walls along with various writings on the walls in ink. Sammy guides you to the bed in the corner and has you sit while he gets everything ready for the ritual. You’re sitting there, not sure what’s going on and what will happen. ‘Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...’ The ink demon’s voice rang in your head, almost like he was right next to you. Then, Sammy walked up to you and knelt in front of you, looking up at you. He was serious about the ‘basking in your presence' thing, wasn’t he? “Are you ready, Y/N? To offer yourself completely to our savior?” His voice was in a soft tone, like he was a father soothing the fears of a child. You still weren’t entirely sure, but you did say yes, and you had the feeling this was the right thing to do, so you nodded and said, “I think so..” Sammy smiled and said as he offered his hand to you, “Then come, my dearest. Let us worship together in the name of our beloved deity.” His smile and how he was kneeling to you showed that he posed no threat, that what everything he told you was sincere. You also knew it was now or never to find out what was going on. You take his hand and you both stand up, him leading you to the circle.

He places you in the center and he lets go of your hand, walking away and grabbing what looked like an artist’s notebook with some words you couldn't tell crudely scribbled on the cover. Must be a bible, you figured. He smiled at you one last time before he started to recite some lines from the book. They sounded basically like lines you'd find in a regular bible mixed with what you’d say in a seance to summon something. As he spoke, his voice got louder and stronger with each sentence, he was putting his whole heart and soul into this. As the prayers went on, the circle started to glow and the room started to shake. While you were in the circle, it felt like it was sucking you in, keeping you inside like a magnet. No going back now. Once the chants were finished, Sammy entered the circle and held both your hands together with his and says, “Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...”

The same words the ink demon told you.

You nodded and then that’s when your hands and arms started to become covered in ink, and it was spreading. Sammy let you go and stepped out of the circle, having a fanatical look on his face as it occurred. “Yes, yes my dear Y/N. Let the ink consume you and become one with our Lord and savior. Give yourself completely to him.” The ink spread to your arms, your torso, your legs, it started to crawl up your neck and pool around your feet. Then something started to grow from the ink on the floor. It was a large mass, then it formed into a skinny humanoid shape, then it formed into the ink demon. You saw the demon look at you and smile, its maw and teeth dripping with ink. Just as it cradled you in its hands like a doll, everything suddenly went black.

You opened your eyes to find yourself in a pitch black room, no light or reflections anywhere. You couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. You were able to stand up, but when you tried to walk, your feet couldn’t move. Then you saw a light shine down and there was the ink demon in front of you. It towered over you by about 5 feet more than your own height, and all you could smell was the sickening scent of ink. You looked at the demon and saw him offer his hand to you. You looked at him and felt a sense of safety with him, security. You knew that if you took his hand, no harm would ever come to you, not from him, nor from anything, or anyone ever again. And if you took his hand, you will find the answers that you seek. With all that, you make your final decision.

You take his hand.

He smiles, gently grips your hand, and everything fades to black again.

You start to wake up, lying on the floor in Sammy’s room, with Sammy looking over you, smiling. “Welcome back, my dearest. You have been blessed by our Lord Bendy himself. How do you feel?” He helps you up and you notice that your body is now covered in black ink, your arms, your legs, everything but your clothes. It felt...warm. Like you were in a warm bath that relaxed all your muscles, getting rid of all your stress, worries, and fears. “I...I’m not sure,” you stutter out. You weren’t lying, you really weren’t sure. If your life was forever changed, you find out that you’re some chosen one for some demon, and your skin is now covered in ink, how would you react? Sammy placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled reassuringly, saying, “It is normal to feel overwhelmed at first, my dear. But do not worry, our Lord Bendy has chosen you for a reason. You will soon understand your purpose in his grand plan.” He started to walk around the room as he continued, “Oh, you have no idea the full extent of the greatness of his plan. He is the one true god and we are but his faithful servants. Together, we will bring glory to him and all those who oppose us and any who trespass on this realm shall be sacrificed in his name.” He stared at the large ink drawing of Bendy on the wall and had his arms out like he was performing a sermon.

At this point, your lack of answers had made you a bit annoyed. "How am I the chosen one? Is there some sort of prophecy? What is Bendy's plan for me? Why am I here?" Sammy put his arms down and turned to you, sensing your frustration. He said as he walked up to you, "Our Lord works in mysterious ways, my dear. But you cannot deny that you have seen the signs. The visions you've had, of him in all of his glory. He has chosen you for something very special. I know that you were destined to be part of his plan. As for what he has in store for you, only time will tell. But rest assured, it will be nothing short of magnificent." Well..that explained why you had the dreams, but everything else was still left unanswered. Why were you the chosen one? What does that ink demon want with you? Is whatever he's planning your destiny?

Wait...what if...

You asked, "Will I find out his plan one day?" Sammy nodded and responded, "Yes, my dear Y/N. Our Lord will reveal his plan to you when the time is right. Until then, I will guide you and help you in any way I can." You felt a sense of ease as he spoke, relieved to know your questions would be answered one day. It may not have been now, but at least you'd be getting answers at all. And you were glad Sammy was here to help you understand this Lord Bendy and the rest of this religion. For now, it was best to wait and accept what answers you did get.

"Well..if you believe this plan is a good thing, then I'll believe you. But there is one thing you can help me with right now. What you said back there, about...indulging in personal pleasures...what did you mean by that?” A grin grew on his face as you mentioned his words from before. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, his voice as sweet as honey, “Oh my dear, what I meant by that was exploring the pleasures of the flesh.” You felt a warmth grow on your cheeks as he continued, “Sharing our bodies as one under the watchful eye of our Lord. It is...” He wrapped his arm around your waist and whispered in your ear, ”...an intimate experience unlike any other.” You felt a shiver go down your spine from his voice. In that moment, you felt your body start to grow warm, you could feel your heat growing stronger. Was it your body reacting to his voice and touch, was it ‘Bendy’ doing this, or was it the ink having an effect on your senses? You weren’t sure anymore. Sammy could tell what was happening to you, and as he started to kiss your neck, he said softly, “No need to fight it, love. There’s nothing wrong with giving in to your desires. It's what our Lord wants for us. Embrace them and let us indulge together in the pleasures that he has bestowed upon us.” His voice, his kiss, and his touch just made the temptation grow inside you even more. You then remembered the dreams where you felt the immense pleasure. As images of those dreams flashed in your head, you remember the man covered in ink. That was when it hit you: Sammy was the ink man in those dreams. You wanted to feel that pleasure again, you knew he would give it to you, and this was your chance to do it. Besides, he said there was no reason to fight it, so why fight? “Ok..” With that, Sammy smiled and led you to the bed.

He then pulled you in and he kissed you passionately, his hands roaming over your body as he guided you towards ecstasy. You felt a sudden rush of pleasure as he kissed you. In fact, your whole body felt more sensitive to his touch. You realized this was the same feeling you had as in your dreams. Maybe this was what Bendy had planned... You let go and kissed Sammy back just as passionately, moaning softly from the sensation. He moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body. In between kisses, he said softly, "Oh my Y/N, you truly are a gift from our Lord..." The kissing continued and all of a sudden, you felt a liquid come from Sammy's mouth and enter yours. You recognized the smell and knew it was ink. You wanted to spit it out, but Sammy kept his mouth on yours and the ink flooded your mouth so much, you had no choice but to swallow it. You expected to start gagging from the vile taste, but...you noticed the taste was actually sweet. You also noticed the smell was no longer nauseating, it was...pleasant. You felt the ink coat everything as it went down your throat. Your arousal intensified and you felt your body growing warmer, all your worries, questions, and even thoughts slowly started to fade away, your mind starting to grow a bit hazy. Sammy broke the kiss and smiled. He whispered, "Let us become one for him." All you could say was, "Yes.."

Sammy kept kissing you as he laid you on the bed, took the straps of your dress off your shoulders, and slid it off to show your nude body. You slipped his straps off and once you did, he pulled away from the kiss to remove his own clothing, revealing his heavily inked body. You looked at him and were unable to speak as you looked at all of him. You could see his cock growing from the darkness of his body. It was much bigger than any man's you've ever seen.. It had to have been a blessing of some sort to be gifted with something as marvelous as that. But you wondered...would it even fit? Although...with how big it was, you knew it would certainly feel so good inside you. He grinned, knowing you liked what you saw, and started to grope your breasts, teasing your nipples with his fingers as he continued to kiss you. After a bit of that, he then slid a hand down your body down to your pussy, his finger tracing circles around your clit as he licks and kisses your neck. You couldn't help but moan from the pleasure he was giving you. He said softly, "My love, your body truly is a temple to our savior..." He moved his mouth to your breast, as he kept rubbing your slit. You moaned as you felt his tongue slide all around your nipple. The pleasure was so intense, it felt like your nipple was as sensitive as your clit. "Ahh..S..Sammy..." you moaned. He smiled and moved back up to kiss you deeply once again, his fingers still teasing your pussy. He says softly, "Oh how I've waited for you to come here..I've yearned for someone like you for so long... and now that you're here..I'm so blessed to have you be mine..."

He then slides two fingers inside of you, making you moan a bit louder as he started to finger you, his tongue exploring your mouth as he does. He felt your walls clenching around his finger, and it only made him more excited to be with you. "You're so tight, dearest..." you couldn't respond as the pleasure was clouding your mind. He just chuckled, finding your reactions to his touch simply adorable. He slid his fingers deeper into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He could feel you getting wetter and wetter as you moaned more and more, and he couldn't wait to feel you cum all over his fingers. Luckily for him, it wasn't that much longer, because just a few more hits and you were seeing stars. You moaned out as your orgasm caused you to cover his hand in your juices. Sammy just smiled and pulls his fingers out of you, licking the juices off them. You watched as he slid each finger into his mouth.

He then kisses down your body until he reached your pussy. "H-hey..w..what are you doing..?" You asked as he spread your legs open, but all you got was him looking up at you with a smirk and a low chuckle before he dove right in. He started to lick and suck on your clit, feeling your body still trembling as you continued to orgasm. He groaned as he tasted your sweet juices, his own cock growing even harder the more he did. "Mm...Y/N...you taste so sweet..." As he continued, you planted your hands on his head, feeling the ink partially meld with yours, and moaned as you rode the pleasure your lover was giving you. "S..Sammy..!" He grins and kept licking and sucking, his tongue flicking against your clit. He then slowly started to slide two fingers back inside you, feeling your walls still clenching around them. He knew you were close to cumming again, and he wanted to make sure you did. You felt another orgasm build up until it crashed into you like a wave, moaning out as more of your juices came out. He cleaned up all of the juice with his tongue and he continued to finger fuck you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He can feel your body trembling once more, and he couldn't wait to make you cum again. But you couldn't take it anymore.

You flipped around so you were on top of him and you moved down to his throbbing cock, rubbing it as you licked up his shaft and sucked on the tip and slid him inside your mouth. He groaned softly as he feels your lips around his cock, your tongue rubbing against his most sensitive spot. He grinned and ran his fingers through your inky hair, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation. He couldn't believe how good you are at this. You bobbed your head and sucked more, addicted to the taste of it as the ink coated the inside of your mouth. How could ink taste so good..?

He moaned softly as he felt you bobbing your head up and down his cock, your lips sliding down the shaft as you do. He couldn't wait to see what else you can do. He pushed your head down further onto his cock, making him go deeper down your throat. He moaned as he felt your tongue swirl around the shaft as you kept sucking him off. The force of him pushing you down on his cock should've made you gag, but somehow, something in the ink changed that. You sucked more of his cock and started to fondle his balls. He moaned a bit more, your fingers gently holding his balls as you suck him off and as he started to thrust into your mouth. You could feel his cock start to twitch, you knew he was about to cum, so you kept sucking to show that it was okay for him to cum in your mouth. He groaned and gripped your hair tightly as he finally came, filling your mouth with his cum. You swallowed all of it so greedily, you didn't even notice his cum was as black as ink, but it tasted so good..you licked on the tip of his cock to get each and every last drop.

Once you took him out of your mouth, he pulled you up and flipped you both around so he was on top. He grabbed your leg and pulled it over his shoulder and you felt him rub his cock on your pussy. He grinned and slid his cock into your pussy, letting out a shuddering sigh as he does. The action caused you to arch your back in pleasure and moan his name again. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside you, and he started to thrust his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out with ease. He groaned softly as he felt your pussy tighten on his cock, hearing your moans, your body writhing beneath him. The pleasure was so much more intense than you could ever imagine, even better than it was in the dreams. "S..Sammy..it...it feels so good..how...how can it feel this good..?" "Oh my dear, it's because of our savior. He's rewarding you for your obedience and devotion to him with pleasures non-believers can never experience. Just relax and let us enjoy this blessing." You did just that and let your mind go, letting the pleasure take control. Oh lord, it felt so good. You could feel his cock stretch your pussy out so well, it was like it was made especially for him.

He groaned louder as he hears you moan, your body writhing beneath him as he fucks you. He leans down and kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he does. He thrusted his hips back and forth faster, his cock deeply sliding in and out of your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him as you kissed, you could feel his tongue coat the inside of your mouth with ink and you felt it slide down your throat again, making your mind even more foggy. Sammy moaned as he felt your tongue slide around his, your mouth tasting so sweet. He lifted you up so you were in his lap as he thrusted his hips faster and harder, his cock going even deeper. The man just couldn't get enough of you, he was completely addicted to you. Your touch, your voice, your eyes, your taste, your pussy, everything.

He broke the kiss to say in between moans, "Oh Y/N... you're so perfect... I'm so glad Lord Bendy chose you to be mine.." You look at him and say, "M..me too..I..I'm so..so happy..!" Sammy smiled as he kissed you again. Soon enough, you could feel your inner core tightening. "I...I'm gonna cum..!" "That's it, dearest..don't fight it...let it happen.." And with a few more thrusts, you finally came. It was the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced in your life, your mind entering a new realm of bliss. Sammy felt your body shake beneath him, your pussy tightening around his cock. He grinned and continued to thrust into you. He held you as you rode your orgasm, your body writhing beneath him. You could feel his cock starting to twitch again, he was so close, so very close. Just a bit more..

He let out almost an animalistic groan as he felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came once again, your juices coating his shaft. That finally brings him to his release, moaning as he cums inside you. You could feel his hot cum fill your belly so much, the man must have been backed up for so long. He grinned as he feels you cum, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with his seed. He leaned to you and kissed you one last time as his high started to fade away. He still could not believe how good all that felt, it was almost like reaching Nirvana. Soon, he broke the kiss and held you close to him, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck as he panted. You both laid on the bed and let the afterglow consume you both as you held each other close. He whispered into your ear, "You're mine, my little angel...no one else can have you..."

And you couldn't have been any happier.

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cellarspider · 10 months ago

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17/30 Inappropriate relations between hugger and face

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We return to the movie that is a menace to itself and society at large, Prometheus.

Content warning for gore, death, orifice invasion, and, unsurprisingly,

Time to kill the sacrificial side characters! Well, at least, kill the ones that have names and distinct personalities, so that you are expected to feel somewhat bad for them. And I do. They didn’t do anything bad enough to deserve this movie.

I mean, they’re going to die because the movie turns them into morons to make this scene work, but hey. They’re still doing better than the guy who managed to insult his life partner’s father, faith, and infertility in the course of two minutes.

This part of the movie, in fact, leans fully into 80s-90s slasher tropes. The people who’re having sex are all going to have various bad things happen to them throughout the movie, with their severity and dignity depending on whether they display traits considered virtuous. But Fifield the geologist has committed the cardinal sin of hotboxing his suit’s air supply while they wait out the night in the creepy alien structure, so he shall be among the first to die.

To make this work, they have decided to spend the night in the room right next to the decapitated alien body they refused to get near before. They do not seem to mind it now, nor do they find it worrying that the room on the other side of it is full of the black oil from the X-Files.

This is one of the other infamous scenes that everybody remembers about this movie. Millburn is not doing anything that a morally punitive slasher movie would declare worthy of death, but he is going to behave like a moron.

Remember I said ages ago that there was a cut scene where he apparently showed real reverence for the existence of non-humanoid, unintelligent alien life? That was meant to provide context for why he’d be so excited to see the world’s most genital-faced snake.

We, the audience, know that this is probably what’s become of some alien worms last seen being exposed to the Ominous Black Goo. Why didn’t it fully melt them like the Engineer at the start? Not explained! We, the audience weird enough to remember Prometheus twelve years after it came out, should also know that when a snake-like creature rears up, flares open a hood, and makes hissing noises, you should not try to get close to that critter. That is an angry critter, and it is going to do angry things to you.

Millburn is presented as the kind of herp-lover who finds a snakey critter cute, so he should know this too. He does not. That is impressively bad. The one impressively good thing about this scene is that the creature is largely a practical effect, save for in moments where it needs to move in ways a puppet can’t. At the same time, it’s unfortunately hard to tell that it’s real, due to its texture. This helps hide the transitions to CG, but it also leaves you less convinced that it’s there. Sometimes a more obvious puppet can still feel more threatening, because they are indisputably there.

Still, this scene is, despite the stupid context, effective at most of what it wants to do: creating a sudden, brutal spike of violence, with one small creature managing to act as an unstoppable force. Millburn’s arm is broken, Fifield is sprayed with acid blood as he tries to help and falls face-first into the black ooze, leaving Milburn to be killed by the creature as it breaks into his suit and crawls down his throat. It hits two of the usual beats of an Alien movie: acid blood, and overtones of sexual violation.

It made me feel squeamish, although that might have something to do with the fact that it has a weird parallel to a sci-fi comedy movie that had some unpleasant marketing back when I was a wee Spider: Evolution. Apparently, back in 2001, it was considered comedic to watch a giant mosquito crawl under the skin of a man’s thigh and imply that it bit him in the balls. Wee Spider did not agree with this assessment, and so now that’s burnt into my psyche.

The crew of the Prometheus is none the wiser, because nobody kept a watch on the two of them. The last interaction they had was Janek saying ‘hey, we detected movement in there with you, probably just a glitch tho, nbd’ before wandering off to have sex with Vickers.

I want to remind everyone that this is the movie that wants to deal with themes including but not limited to:

The creation and purpose of humanity

The ethical implications of creating human-level artificial intelligence

How religion intersects with science and crises of faith

Are we truly capable of grappling with any of the above

Genocide

This movie is an absolute mess. It is beautifully shot, and a competent shock-horror film when it feels like it, but that accounts for a fraction of its runtime, and basically none of the dialog.

It also fails at building tension for scenes like these, because it undercuts Alfred Hitchcock's principle of cinematic tension:

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[Video description: An excerpt from a lecture by Alfred Hitchcock:]

"Four people are sitting around a table, talking about baseball, whatever you like. Five minutes of it, very dull. Suddenly, a bomb goes off. Blows the people to smithereens. What do the audience have? Ten seconds of shock. Now take the same scene, and tell the audience there's a bomb under that table, and will go off in five minutes. Well the whole emotion of the audience is totally different, because you've given them that information. That in five minutes time, that bomb will go off. Now the conversation about baseball becomes very vital. Because they're saying to you, "Don't be ridiculous, stop talking about baseball, there's a bomb under the table!" You've got the audience working. Now the only difference is--and I've been guilty of, in the picture Sabotage, of making this error, but I've never made it since--The bomb must never go off. Because if you do, you've worked that audience into a state, and then they'll get angry because you haven't provided them with any relief. That's almost a must. So a foot touches the bomb, somebody looks down, says "My god, there's a bomb." Out of the window, then it goes off, just in time."

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Prometheus tells you, over and over again, that the characters are in danger. Why are they in danger? Because they deliberately put themselves there. It's like they're a bunch of ordinance disposal experts sitting around Hitchcock's table, one of them nudges the bomb with their foot, and they look down and say "Huh! That's neat. Hey, take a poke at this, guys!"

The last bit of Hitchcock's principle is moot in this type of horror film, because there are only some characters that are positioned as being worthy of real worry on the part of the audience, which Prometheus also undermines--but not entirely. We still have a ways to go before they take his advice on that, though.

Next time:

Many posts ago, I responded to Holloway’s behavior with an invocation of Clue:

The tables shall soon turn!

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Citations for alt-text rambles

https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/thats-a-penis

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tooms

https://www.buzzfeed.com/adambvary/something-terrible-has-happened-here-the-crazy-story-of-how

#Prometheus 2012 #Prometheus (2012)#did you know this critter is officially called the hammerpede #despite “pede” meaning “legs”#none of the official names for the critters in this movie make sense #yet another thing to drive me to madness

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lanafofana · 7 months ago

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Snippet Sunday pt. 2

Thankies for the tag @vespaer77!!!

More Durge x Tav brainrot. This from the file tentatively titled "Meet Not Cute"

Awareness, when it comes, is a torrent of awful sensations. A horrible pain that beats like a heartbeat in his skull, a wriggling behind his eye that makes his stomach twist, and an overwhelming stench of blood, ash, and sulfur that somehow manages to line both his nose and his throat and his lungs with utter pervasiveness. Most pressing of all is the feeling of something soft and warm tapping him gently but insistently on the tip of his snout. Without opening his eyes he instinctively darts his hand up to grab it. He curls his clawed fingers around the offending thing and hears an accompanying gasp before whatever is in his grasp begins to tug, as if to break free. His eyes slit open and he stares in puzzlement at what he finds. A woman with wide frightened eyes stares at him cautiously, her struggles giving way to wary curiosity. “Are you,” she licks her lips, eyes flicking down to where his hand encircles her wrist. “Are you still…you?” The question should not be difficult but when he tries to pull an answer from his mind about who exactly he is a sharp pain jolts him so suddenly he releases her wrist in favor of clutching at his own head, grunting at the vicious agony. “Well the other one didn’t react like that so I suppose you are.” “The…other?” He shakes his head to clear it, his vision smearing around the edges till he can focus back on her. “He came in through that, er, door,” she gestures to a round orifice looking thing set in the wall. “Saw me and charged me with a knife.” Climbing out of the pod he gives her unimpressive stature a skeptical look. “And you killed him? Impressive.” “What? Oh no!” She gestures to where a pair of legs are sticking out from under a broken pod. “The ship shuddered, I lost my footing and that pod broke loose from the tier above us. Squashed him flat.” “Hm.” “Anyway, hello! I’m Tav. Who are you?” “I’m...” He half expects another wave of agony but instead, like a muscle memory, he blurts, “The Dark Urge.” The Dark Urge? “Oh!” She registers it and scrunches her nose at him. “That’s…that's not a name.”

I already tagged for this earlier so I'll skip it this time. I will tag @wizardsimper @roguishcat and @aryancunin not as a call to participate, but to provide you with more of my burgeoning DurgeTav writings that have consumed me body and soul lately <3

#snippet sunday #durgetav sunday funday #durge x tav #durgetav #the dark urge #bg3 #bg3 tav

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thewizzard767 · 4 months ago

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The world is dark. You open your eyes. It’s still dark. You look around and call for your friends. Nobody came.

You stand up, and look at your surroundings. You’re standing in a dark room, with ink black walls and a smooth grey floor. You see a grey door in front of you. You turn the knob and enter.

The hallway is dark as well. You call for your friends again, louder this time. You call for your mother the loudest. Nobody came. You hear a crackling sound.

The crackling gets louder. You start to walk towards the noise, but you suddenly stop when you see what’s making it. It’s terrifying. It’s disgusting. It’s moaning, screaming, crying, and it’s coming for you.

*Press SHIFT to run.

You dash through the corridor, dodging seemingly random patterns of… some kind of white substance. The screaming never ceases, as the creature gets ever closer. You trip on a small pile of the substance and fall to the ground. You can feel the heat of the creature’s flames start to singe your hair.

Suddenly, vines sprout out of the walls! They entangle the creature as you hear a familiar voice ahead.

You scramble to your feet and dash through a door you didn’t see before. You close it, and turn to find Flowey.

You tell Flowey you had nothing to do with this. He doesn’t seem to be convinced.

You tell Flowey you never opened the files after you left the underground. He starts to reply, but is interrupted by rattling and thumping noises. White liquid starts to seep under the door.

More vines come out of the floorboards, covering the shaking door. Flowey gestures to another door.

As you step through the door, vines snap as the creature breaks through. Flowey readies his bullets, then closes the door behind you.

You run down the hallway, weaving past the strange white deposits on the ground. You hear a distorted ribbit. One of the white piles stands up and attacks!

*☞︎❒︎□︎♑︎♑︎♓︎⧫︎ blocks the way.

☞︎❒︎□︎♑︎♑︎♓︎⧫︎ leaps toward you and excretes flies from its orifices, but you dodge out of the way!

*ACT: You compliment the ☞︎❒︎□︎♑︎♑︎♓︎⧫︎. It doesn't have any ears.

Suddenly, ☞︎❒︎□︎♑︎♑︎♓︎⧫︎ is swarmed by its own flies. It croaks. It thrashes around violently. It goes still.

*You won! You earned 0 XP and 0 gold.

You continue to dash down the corridor, and make it to a faraway door. You open the door, and step into a strange room. Familiar roots and vines grow out of the walls and spiral around a central point on the floor. Then... you see it. The light only you can see. You reach out and touch the save point, and for the first time in nearly a year, you are filled with determination.

END OF PART 1

[RESET] - [CONTINUE (coming someday)]

#Undertale art #undertale #digital art #ibispaint my beloved #gaster #undertale au #voidborne au #undertale fanfiction

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dzthenerd490 · 10 months ago

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File: Resident Evil 4

SCP#: ADN

Code Name: Las Plagas/ The God Parasite

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: All samples of SCP-ADN were transported to Site-AG due to their overall danger. Each instance regardless of variation is contained at the on-site Level 5 Biohazard labs. They are contained within 20 separate containment capsules all contained within a single biohazard freezer that is locked by an 8-digit passcode. Any testing regarding SCP-ADN must be approved by at least three Level 5 Clearance staff members. The one testing must do it within the Level 5 Biohazard Labs unless given permission to go elsewhere. Regardless of where testing is taking place, all participants must weak the Keter Biohazard Suit at all times and until at least 20 minutes after testing has concluded.

Around the freezer where SCP-ADN is contained; there are AFA-3's wearing Stalker Helmets, Smart Cloaking Suits, and Mosaic Armor and armed with Foundation Laser Rifles. The AFA-3 are ready to kill anyone who tries to take SCP-ADN without the proper clearance, there are no exceptions.

In the event of a containment breach the AFA-3 units are to open the fridge and destroy all but one sample of SCP-ADN. After control at Site-AG has been established again, Foundation staff are to utilize D Class to help reestablish the original SCP-ADN population of 20. This process is delicate and must not be rushed, anyone who tries or utilizes unapproved equipment during the process will be regulated to D Class and used as part of the breeding process, there are no exceptions.

Description: SCP-ADN is a species of ancient parasitic organism of unknown origin resembling an elongated insectoid creature with multiple segmented limbs. SCP-ADN has can have a symbiotic relationship with its host organism though how this relationship works is determined by a hierarchy within the SCP-ADN species. Infection occurs through injection of eggs of the parasite, the parasite entering the body via any available orifice, or exposure to bodily fluids. Each SCP-ADN parasite is able to manipulate the host depending on which variant infects the host.

As stated before, SCP-ADN is an ancient parasite and shouldn't be strong enough to live in the modern world especially since it's been encased in amber for so long. However, a researcher form Group of Interest: Umbrella Corporation managed to revive the parasite using a sample of SCP-AAY. By doing so the SCP-ADN parasites regenerated form centuries of damage on the DNA and became strong enough to possess humans. Upon infection of a human SCP-ADN implants itself into the central nervous system, specifically right above the Ganglion area. Why it attaches here and not near the brain is unknown. Normally the first host to be infected either is or has a 5% chance of evolving into an SCP-ADN-King.

SCP-ADN-King is the most essential to the SCP-ADN species, like a queen bee is to a beehive. Once one is infected with SCP-ADN-King they will be able to control all other hosts of SCP-ADN. The most common variant of these is SCP-ADN-Pawn. SCP-ADN-Pawn is the slave variant of the species, once it infects a host it will work as the exact opposite of SCP-ADN-King. A host of SCP-ADN-Pawn will suffer assimilation of the neural tissue allowing the parasite to assume control over the host's motor functions. This will lead to several side effects including heightened aggression, enhanced physical abilities, reduced pain perception, cognitive deterioration, and loss of higher brain functions. This allows the host of SCP-ADN-King to control them through telepathic communication between the parasites.

However, though they can obey some orders and mumble words, they are no different than animals that can only follow basic orders. This is not to say they are not a threat; each one has the ability to handle weapons well and the strength to easily overpower the common man. Furthermore, they can even survive heavy damage to their head and become more aggressive to their attackers as a result. When out of sunlight, the parasite is able to mutate and grow stronger. The most common mutation is able to burst out of the head and transform into a thick fleshy tentacle with a single eye and a blade at the end. Though it's possible for other similar mutations to occur it usually at the cost of the head. Though this also means that once they get into sunlight again the parasite will weaken and without the head the host will die.

Being dissatisfied with the results the host of SCP-ADN-King wanted newer and more powerful parasites that could follow orders better and protect him with their increased power. This led to the creation of SCP-ADN-Queen, SCP-ADN-Rook, SCP-ADN-Bishop, and SCP-ADN-Knight. SCP-ADN-Queens are those infected with a variant of SCP-ADN that is superior in every way. They are still loyal to the host of SCP-ADN-King but are able to keep their original personalities and intelligence allowing them to follow more complex orders. Furthermore, they are much stronger and faster than hosts of SCP-ADN-Pawn; they can even regenerate from certain forms of damage essentially making them super soldiers. It is even possible for hosts of SCP-ADN-Queen to give orders to other SCP-ADN variants as SCP-ADN-King does. When out of the sunlight and/or badly damaged they are able to shift their bodies with more complex mutations. Such mutations include transforming into giant slug-like monsters with acidic mucus, being able to grow additional insectoid-like limbs, and being able to grow biological blades out of the body.

SCP-ADN-Rook are parasites that have been heavily altered resulting in the hosts being heavily altered as well. This has led to a wide variety of variants each one having a unique ability and attribute that makes them dangerous. Those recorded during the [data expunged] incident are SCP-ADN-Rook1, Rook2, and Rook3. Hosts of SCP-ADN-Rook1 are basically giants, not really that different to a Sarkic Behemoth. Hosts of SCP-ADN-Rook2 are people who have been mutated into humanoid giant bugs that sometimes carry rare traits of bugs such as flight, acidic spit, and camouflage. They are deadly in combat but normally weak and can be taken down by conventional firearms however in a swarm which is their usual behavior, they can be quite the threat. Hosts of SCP-ADN-Rook3 become much larger and stronger than hosts of SCP-ADN-Rook2, they can even develop even more unique and anomalous abilities as a result. What anomalous properties they can get are not well known or documented as only two have been known to exist and testing to create more has been forbidden by Foundation administrative staff.

SCP-ADN-Bishops are also heavily altered parasites of the species that result in even more anomalous results. SCP-ADN-Bishop1 is a variant that is too big to fit inside a body and can live quite a while without a host. They normally work as support for other SCP-ADN hosts by latching onto the host and taking control to make them run faster and get stronger as a result. SCP-ADN-Bishop2 are parasites that can infect animals, most notably dogs, and as a result make the dog much more ferocious with larger teeth while also giving them the ability to grow whipping tentacles on their backs. It is unknown if the SCP-ADN-Bishop2 parasite can infect any other kind of animal besides dogs.

SCP-ADN-Bishop3 hosts are the most ferocious of all variants in that they heavily mutate the host due to multiple parasites occupying the body. The face becomes grotesque with glowing sunken eyes and large ferocious teeth. The body becomes bloated and aquatic like being able to slip and slide on the floor and even able to stretch limbs Because of the multiple parasites, they are able to regenerate from any wound with the only way to kill them is to hit the parasites directly. Though even if one could manage this there is a 20% chance the host will mutate further allowing them to grow thin but long and sharp spikes all over their body.

Finally, SCP-ADN-Knights are the most peculiar instances in that they don't need a host to survive. Instead, they normally occupy empty sets of armor and can move them as if they are normal humanoids. They can seemingly hibernate within these armor sets for years without having to worry about food. Unlike other instances that feed on the nutrients of their hosts or the feed on what their host eats, they seem to drink the blood of passing victims through vampiric tendrils. They are able to fill any form of metal or even clothing so long as it's humanoid and able to cover the body. They can also hold heavy and deadly weapons though they are extremely slow and can easily be outrun.

As stated, before SCP-ADN-King has the ability to control all other SCP-ADN parasites and their hosts but that is not all that makes it dangerous. Surprisingly the host of SCP-ADN-King will always have its own free will and be able to control not only its own parasite but all other SCP-ADN instances. How this is possible or even works is unknown. When out of the sunlight and at any time it desires, the host of SCP-ADN-King is able to control the growth of the parasite and have it mutate their body to create a new insectoid like body. The limits to this growth are unknown as recordings of the previous SCP-ADN-King host was able to grow a mass of [data expunged] meters.

Though like always, even SCP-ADN-King can be killed and is weak to the sun, fire, and bright flashes of light. Testing has shown that no matter how much SCP-ADN is genetically altered or grows in strength these UV rays are and always will be the best method to suppress and even kill SCP-ADN parasites and their host. Unfortunately, testing has also shown that it is impossible to remove an SCP-ADN parasite after infection. Once someone is infected, they must remove the parasite before 8 hours of infection otherwise it will be impossible to remove. The only way to extend this time limit is to be given suppressant medicine which the Foundation has proven quite easy to mass produce.

SCP-ADN was discovered in 2004 when the president of the United States' daughter was kidnapped by a mercenary displaying anomalous behavior and strength. Believing this to be the work of a Group of Interest, the Foundation sent their force Mobile Task Force Aphrodite-6 “Eagle Hunters” composed of MTF units that were actually there during the Raccoon City incident. They were assigned to the mission under order of Dr. Wicked, why he gave this order is unknown. Though on the mission they ended up encountering Person of Interest: Leon Kennedy, who escaped Foundation custody along with Person of Interest: Clare Redfield during the end of the Raccoon City incident. Unfortunately, he ended up nearly costing the mission and the Foundation its chance to obtain SCP-ADN as well as allowing Person of Interest: Ada Wong to escape. Please see Addendum X-33 for details.

Update 2009 - New variants of SCP-ADN have been discovered during the [data expunged] incident. Group of Interest: Tricell created them to make biological weapons on the black market as most of their customers were powerful Neo-Sarkic Clans. These new variants seem to originate from [data expunged] village of [data expunged], Africa. Like previous variants they have been revitalized by SCP-AAY. As such these SCP-ADN variants do also have insectoid like mutations but also aquatic mutations such as slimy skin and barnacle growths. However, unlike previous SCP-ADN variants, hosts of these variants do not need to be in darkness in order to mutate freely. They have been divided into SCP-ADN-Spirit, and SCP-ADN-Demon, and SCP-ADN-Ghost.

Hosts of SCP-ADN-Spirit can be slightly stronger than SCP-ADN-Pawns especially regarding mutations. Like previous variants they require a master in order to function properly or else they'd be nothing more than twitching corpses. Though it is possible for SCP-ADN-Spirit parasites to leave the host and use their body parts to build new bodies to become small but dangerous organisms. Those that achieve this don't really need a master and can instead become no different to dangerous animals without one.

Hosts of SCP-ADN-Demon are much stronger and have visible mutations all over their body. Such visible mutations are visible crimson veins on the body, growth in size and muscles, small tentacles coming out of the head, barnacle growths on the shoulders and torso, or biological and reptilian resembling armor. Like previous variants, once the host is damaged the parasite mutates the body as a defense mechanism. Though SCP-ADN-Demon parasites are able to inflict even greater and horrific mutations. The most common mutation is a large and gory mouth with lots of teeth and mandibles for devouring human's whole.

Hosts of SCP-ADN-Ghosts are seemingly weaker than SCP-ADN-Pawn variants but in reality, they are much more dangerous. Hosts of SCP-ADN-Ghosts do not need master's to be active and their bodies are generally used to breed more SCP-ADN-Ghost parasites. As such when hunting non-infected, they normally don't kill them but instead restrain them so that a host with newly born SCP-ADN-Ghost parasites can implant it into them via the mouth. It's possible for a host of SCP-ADN-Ghost to become a master of the SCP-ADN parasite but the chances are only 5%. Once one becomes a master of SCP-ADN-Ghost they are able to control all other SCP-ADN parasites and can even control variants of SCP-AAY. However, as time goes on their bodies will become unstable and the parasite will eventually take over so they must be put down in time.

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yesterdanereviews · 8 months ago

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Evolution (2001)

Film review #608

Director: Ivan Reitman

SYNOPSIS: When a meteor falls from outer space into the Arizona desert, two local college professors make an amazing discovery: the meteor contains microscopic alien life. While the two think they'll be rich and famous for their discovery, the microbes begin to evolve at an accelerated rate, and soon become full-sized creatures who threaten all like on Earth...

THOUGHTS/ANALYSIS: Evolution is a 2001 sci-fi film. The film opens with a meteor crashing into Earth somewhere in the Arizona desert, with signs of microscopic alien life. Two college professors make the discovery and keep it to themselves, thinking it will net them the Nobel prize and other such fame and riches. They learn upon examination that the microscopic life forms are evolving at an exponentially accelerated rate, and will quickly develop to be a threat to mankind. Teaming up with a trainee firefighter and a government scientist, they go about trying to stop the evolution before it is too late. One of the most notable things about this film is it obviously wants to be the new millennium's Ghostbusters: from the director of Ghostbusters, who rewrote the originally more horror/thriller based script to turn it into a comedy, the main characters working at a college/university, and even Dan Akroyd having a minor role. I don't think it's up for debate that this ambition went largely unmet. The film isn't totally terrible, but fails to achieve it's objectives in a number of ways. The story is very predictable, and offers very little surprises, with the usual thing of the military taking over and cutting the main characters out of the loop, forcing them to save the world on their own. There's also not enough battling with the creatures too, which somewhat makes sense given they are microscopic for a chunk of the film, but when they are combating the monsters, there's nothing special or exciting about it, whereas in Ghostbusters had the super cool proton packs and gadgets. It might be unfair to keep comparing a film to another one, but in Evolution's case, I think it is completely fair to do so, considering that it clearly wants to be a new Ghostbusters.

While the leads David Duchovny and Orlando Jones turn in good performances (Duchovny wanting to take this role to move away from his role in the X-files by taking a film about aliens is a bit humourous), they don't really have the chemistry to carry a lot of the scenes. Duchovny is obviously playing the Bill Murray/Peter Venkman role of the dry humoured personality, while comedian Orlando Jones does the more expressive stuff. This overlaps with Seann William Scott's role as the trainee firefighter Wayne Grey a little, but he has a more youthful edge to appeal to a different demographic. Julianne Moore as Dr. Allison Reed is introduced as an attempted serious, but clumsy character, but that clumsiness never shows up again, which is odd. There's some deleted scenes which show it again, but it's odd that's left in there at all. The biggest drag in the film is probably the crude humour. While it starts out building up different kinds of humour, it quickly devolves into crude and cheap jokes that offer nothing new. Again, while Ghostbusters blended in the adult humour perfectly with it's supernatural theme, Evolution tries the same, but comes across a bit of a child's attempt at adult humour. The film very rarely recovers it's footing in this regard, and feels like it's run out of humour fairly quickly.

The well known actors, as mentioned, do turn in good performances, but there's often not much to work with in terms of story or unique things for them to do. The creatures are sometimes creative in their designs, but there's not nearly enough variety in them, and neither do they look "alien" enough to stimulate the imagination. The climax is a bit boring too, with the cast attempting to stop a giant blob by spraying some anti-dandruff shampoo up one of it's orifices. Overall, Evolution has some entertainment value to it, but it is always going to draw comparisons to Ghostbusters, which it can never meet, thanks to it's humour constantly misfiring, and a plot that fails to evolve itself beyond it's very typical cornerstones.

#movie #movie review #sci-fi #evolution #film #film review #2001 film

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nineten · 6 months ago

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cheeseburgerjaunt · 11 months ago

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JOY. PEACE. RELEASE. FINALIZATION. ACTUALITY. JOY. JOY. AND MORE JOY. My eyes locked upwards -

Water from the shower head trickling into my open mouth I don't realize that it's open, I don't realize that there's water dripping into the slackly open orifice.

My eyes look directly at something that is outside of my possibility of fathoming.

For there are several, millions of atoms, linked arm and arm, marching towards my brain - all ready to exclaim their gospel throughout the body.

The body that is so familiar with its process, he instructs me to let go of the tension in my feet, and release the grip I hold on the muscles around my pelvis. I am now along for the ride.

All of my body, every muscle and tendon look at the orb of light that I am gazing on beyond the ceiling of my bathroom, as though we're all looking at the 2017 solar eclipse. Particles of dopamine have made their way towards their claimed square millimeter of tissue, and will massage them by tightening harder than ever experienced and releasing them all at once.

My seed seeps out pathetically with a little help from my index and thumb, and hides itself in the current that eventually leads to the drain. It's an after thought, here. There is no real part for it to play, we've come for the main event. The unpredictable and miraculous future overshadowed, tremendously, exquisitely, by the most apparent present moment possible.

How could I possibly enjoy any other moment quite as much, or without this?

A sunset is an observation that is trapped behind a gated buck, tucked behind filing cabinets that this orgasm has all of the capabilities of kicking through the nearest wall with the same ease of snapping a finger. The observation holds honesty and sincerity, but my tension will not release itself for just any inspiration to look upward - I must forget, all and entirely, that my eyes are fixed to fingers and legs. My tension reserves the right to pause its departure until it is sure that my anxiety has no railing to grab. I gaze.

It was worth it if only to observe, here and now, what it was, actually.

A complete obliteration and rectification all in one moment - and it's incredibly dangerous to become too interested.

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qqchurch · 1 year ago

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been going through SCP file readthrough vids lately for background audio while doing chores and I couldn't help but laugh a bit during the 6624 reading when it got to the bit of a corrupted nobleman recounting his horny-horror dreams, like:

—within the center of that blasphemous orgy, engaging in the most unspeakable of acts, is a woman - her mask! Dear God, her mask! She mocks me still, that queen of whores! Even in death does she humiliate me! Her orifices overflowed with the seed of a hundred-thousand devils and when her body could not accommodate more, she tore open her own flesh to sate their debauched demands. Despite her self-destruction, she moaned with an ecstasy I have never known. I cannot write more, for this visage of hell grew ever darker - revealing satyric perversions beyond the ken of mortals. The crowd turned to face me, cackling with focused, derisive laughter. I’ve been made a cuckold, again and again!

I know the guy was getting blasted by eldritch beams to fuck up his dreams but goddamn he really is just having horny-horror dreams of his ex getting hot loads by the truckfull by demons and he was finding it hot

I observed their profane behavior and satyric displays with disgust and, to my shame, a degree of grotesque fascination.

Dude.

#qq watches #suggestive #nsft #probably #havent finished the doc since i finished my chores and set aside the vid but it was an unexpected thing to hear while pouring out catfood

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augment-techs · 2 years ago

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I have so many ideas for the headcanon asks ugh~

I’ll start with this v for our beloved Billy/Skull???

(Also, are there any couples you are against or can I like throw wild cards at you for the fun of it? 😂)

Warning: reference to assault and underage.

Billy headcanons: Growing up reading everything under the sun that he could get his hands on, he once stumbled upon a book that told him that sex wasn't just intercourse; wasn't just penetration of a penis into an orifice. It was what one called it, what made someone light up and think back on it years and years later. When he was ten, before he made a terrible mistake and made Eugene feel ashamed of...being...himself... The two of them saw an R rated movie, which was a little ridiculous at that age, but then again they were at the Skullovitch house and nobody gave a rat's ass about what anyone did. It was a French film, something to do with one of the first great women artists; the opening scene involved the main actress undressing in the dark and sketching her own anatomy, followed less than twenty minutes later by multiple incidents of sex in a brothel. They didn't understand it, except on an intellectual level, but when the movie was over and he stayed the night in Eugene's room, they got...well, bored. And curious. Their sleep clothes remained on, but their soft hands traced the edges, legs twining, lips finding purchase and staying on with giggles and tickling, but also something tugging in their bellies they didn't have a name for. This is what Billy always thought about, when he thought of his first time, truly. But then...it felt too private. To share with other people. So when the issue came up in shared company, even with his best friends, he always just shrugged and hummed and changed the subject. And if truly pressed, he told them it was sorta-kinda with Matt, when they were fifteen, when there was a party at his house, and games among horny teenagers, and they got dared into a closet and Billy got...overexcited. Skull headcanons: Eugene knew what sex was in the old fashioned sense much sooner than was remotely deemed proper by most of society. His parents weren't exactly shy or quiet when they thought they were alone and had the house to themselves, and his father had the habit of leaving porn on when he shouldn't have. He had soft, wonderful memories of his first kisses and his first acts of almost with Billy, trying to find footing as puberty approached, but there was a sharp drop just before middle school when Billy cut him off and Eugene was alone before Bulk took him up like a stray. Then something terrible happened, when he was eleven, before Billy strayed. His father was moving drugs for people a lot more powerful than him, stopped over at the house with "business associates" for a drink while waiting for a call; Eugene happened to be there, happened to be dozing in his room with the TV playing some appalling music video on one of those MTV stations. He didn't hear one of those associates come into the room, didn't hear the door open...but he did hear the door click shut, and the sound of a zipper being pulled. There are hospital records on file with the date and injuries and stitches of that event that Skull has to very carefully not think about when asked, "How'd you lose your cherry?" Instead, he thinks about the time Bulk and he got overeager after playing a particularly large prank on Jason Scott and Zack Taylor coming out of the Juice Bar; out of breath and in Bulk's truck and full of energy they didn't know what to do with. Or he thinks about Candice, before the lie came out, before his world turned upside down; her sneaking them into a bathroom stall after one of those indie bands finished and she was excited as a puppy to pull up his shirt and taste him, hands wandering down under his underwear to squeeze at him with a little too much strength as his hands settled on her hips and he did his best to ignore the touch that left bruises as he breathed against her neck. He thinks about Billy and him finding each other again, tired and lonely in Billy's new place; hands pulling him into Billy's bedroom, their tongues deep inside of each other on the bed, panting and moaning and feeling the noise the mattress springs made under their combined weight.

#boom! comics power rangers #ask fill #prompt fill #billy cranston x eugene skull skullovitch #mmpr #ggpr #mighty morphin comics #mature | sexy times #matthew cook #candice clark | zelya #farkas bulk bulkmeier

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rocorambles · 3 years ago

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Patient 1: Addiction

Pairing: Toji x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Predator and Prey themes, Cum play, Knife play, Non-Con, Degradation

Link to: Prologue

Patient Name: Fushiguro Toji

Diagnosis: Adrenaline Addiction

Your brow furrows as you stare down at your first patient’s files. An addiction isn’t uncommon, but to adrenaline? You suppose it’s possible to become addicted to just about anything. Yet there are a million questions buzzing on the tip of your tongue as you turn to Uraume who just shrugs and says you’re better off hearing it straight from Toji’s own mouth.

Everything about this psychiatric facility is strange and you curiously stare at the elevator buttons as both of you descend, noting how each button has a name of a patient next to it with the final button having no label.

“Each patient has their own floor. They’ve been here for so long that we thought it would be more humane to give them ample room to live in instead of the standard patient rooms you typically see in other facilities. After all, we’re not here to treat them like caged animals, right?”

The humanitarian in you can’t defy that logic, but you can’t help but wonder if it’s safe for them to not be bound during your session, only to cringe at your own thoughts. They’re just ill patients, humans just like you, not prisoners. With that newfound determination you stride out of the elevator only to freeze when you hear the outer elevator cage slam close on your heels.

You turn, hoping to see Uraume right behind you, but your heart sinks when you see them safely on the other side of the metal fence, an eerie grin on their face as the actual elevator doors slide shut, leaving you with some parting words.

“I’ll see you when you’re done seeing all your patients today.”

Not even seconds pass before you’re scrambling to look for a button or anything to help pry open the elevator doors, fear overwhelming you as Uraume’s ominous farewell haunts you. But there’s no escape and you turn around to take in your surroundings, trembling and on the verge of tears.

Expansive is an understatement and you nervously walk around the dimly lit area, quickly losing track of all the rooms, corridors, and dead ends you bypass and amble through despite doing your best to keep track of everything. It almost feels like it’s meant to be a maze or obstacle course of sorts…

“Well, well, well. Look at the new little mouse I’ve found.”

Your heart threatens to burst out of your chest only to still in shock when you see a familiar face grinning at you, immediately connecting it to the manilla folder tightly clenched in your hands.

“Fushiguro Toji?”

“And you must be the new shrink. Follow me, doc. I’m sure you have a lot of questions. They always do.”

You don’t want to think about what’s happened to your predecessors, this “they” Toji’s referring to. You don’t want to follow this stranger. You don’t want to be trapped in this unknown environment with a highly dangerous patient and no means of escape. But what choice do you have? And with limbs weighted with despair, you trail after the dark haired man.

You’re surprised when Toji leads you into a room not far off from the police interrogation rooms you’ve seen in movies. A single table with a chair on either side are the only furniture in the room and you quietly take a seat across from where Toji has casually slumped himself down. But you note how his large stature easily overwhelms the small space, making the substantial table between you seem meaningless.

There’s silence as you fidget and fumble with Toji’s file, trying to find any professionalism and composure you have left as said patient continues leering at you, an amused smirk ever present on his face. It feels silly to treat this like any other examination, but it seems like the only thing you can do, what Toji himself is expecting of you.

“What is...what is adrenaline addiction, in your own words?”

You wonder if this is what opening Pandora’s box felt like, the question barely out of your mouth before regret instantly seizes you as Toji’s grin only grows wider and sharper, a crazed look in his eyes when he replies.

“It means I like being excited a little too much, doc.”

“And what excites you?”

You don’t want to know his response, but it’s the only way forward and dread fills you as he responds.

“Oh, lots of things. The burn of my throat and rush to my head after taking a shot. Gambling and the uncertainty of whether you’ll win or lose. The look of despair on my victim’s face when I shove a knife through their beating heart. The way it feels so fucking perfect to shove my dick in any tight hole it’ll fit in. But you know what makes me the most excited, doc?”

It’s theatrical how he tapers off, green eyes piercing you as he silently orders you to acknowledge him. And all you can do is shake your head side to side, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you play right into his hands.

“What makes me the most excited is the thrill of hunting pretty prey like you.”

Instincts have you jumping out of your chair and bolting from the room. You don’t dare turn to see if Toji is chasing you down, his amused cackle at your expense trailing behind you. You’re blindly running, no sense of direction as you randomly turn left and right, your only prerogative to keep moving, hopefully farther and farther from your patient. Every corridor, every passage, every room looks the same and you struggle to breathe as quietly as you can despite the way your lungs ache.

You strain to listen, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the drumming of your racing heart and you don’t hear the figure casually ambling towards you until you’re being roughly shoved face first into the wall you’re leaning on, a toned figure pressed against your back, caging you in.

“Now, now. You’re making this way too easy. Tired already?”

It’s a rhetorical question, one you can’t bring yourself to answer anyway, not with the way your teeth chatter and your body trembles in fear as Toji loudly inhales your scent while he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, tongue lazily licking a strike of your salty sweat.

You sob as he harshly bites down, not enough to break skin, but enough to leave you aching and hold you still as his hands wander underneath your clothes, groping and kneading your breasts and ass. You’re too scared to move, fearing the consequences of resisting, praying that maybe this is it, that you’ll be let off when he gets his fill of feeling you up. But you can’t help the way you yelp and instinctively struggle against his hold when he tires of your frozen state and decides to ruthlessly twist your nipples and shove a thick finger into your tight hole.

“There we go. Glad to know you’re still alive and kicking. I don’t enjoy fucking dead and broken toys like that pink haired bastard does.”

Pink haired bastard? Your mind briefly flashes to a hazy picture you’re sure you had seen in one of the patient files. What was his name-

You shriek as Toji shoves another finger alongside the digit already in you, sobbing as you feel him stretching your walls, relentlessly pounding his fingers in and out of you, his fingers painfully pulling at your nipples. All you hear is his grunts in your ears and you clench your eyes in disgust when you feel a long hard object grinding against you, knowing full well what it is without even looking.

He’s going to rape and kill you. This is how it all ends. And you wait for it, the searing pain of that massive shaft impaling you. But it never comes and before you know it you’re moaning as he twists and flexes until he finds that soft spongy spot inside of you, insistently rubbing and stroking it with curled fingers as he continues dry humping you from behind.

You’re so lost in the sensations that you don’t notice how your body is betraying you as it unconsciously grinds back against Toji’s hand, your ass shaking and pressing even harder against Toji’s cock. It’s funny how easily you’ve lost any common sense, but you’re not here to be a vapid bimbo toy. He’ll save that side of you for one his fellow inhabitants who’ll appreciate it more and he abruptly pulls his now soaked digits out of you, snorting at how you whine from the loss.

You look so confused, so stupid as he rapidly finishes himself off, hooking down your bottoms low enough for him to shoot his sticky seed all over the inner fabric of your panties. And he grins when you practically moan as he pulls your undergarments back into place, cruelly tugging a tad too hard and wedging his cum and the stained lace deep between your abused folds.

You’re panting, looking like a wreck as you try to ground yourself from the dizzying confusion of being pulled right from the brink of an orgasm, the emptiness of your edging making your head foggy. But then something sharp is being pressed against your vulnerable neck and it’s enough to have fear jolt you back to your senses.

“Don’t be such a boring slut. Time to run and hide again. It’s playtime, bitch. Or maybe you need me to cut you up a bit. Pain’s always a good motivator.”

He’s barely finished speaking before you’re shoving him and his knife away from you and he whistles in appreciation as he watches you race away again, taking his time to tuck himself back in his pants. You’ll need as much of a head start anyway to even try and remotely make some sense of this labyrinth he knows every corner of. Not that any advantage will actually help you much. Toji’s never had a prey he couldn’t catch.

How many times has he found you and released you after defiling you just a bit more every time? Neither of you can keep track and only when Toji has shoved his cock in all three of your holes, filling every orifice with his cum and fuckig you until you can barely walk does your session end. It’s almost comical how he has to quite literally drag you back to the elevator you had come from and he cruelly laughs at the white sticky trail you’re leaving behind you with your loose holes unable to keep in the copious fluids.

You barely register what’s happening, too exhausted, too fucked out of your mind to even be bothered by the rough friction of the ground against your body, only mildly stunned by the fact that the elevator you had frantically tried to re-enter is now innocently open. And it’s with muted despair that you realize what fate has in store for you as Toji presses the button of the next lower level.

Gojo Satoru

The neatly labeled name is all you register before the elevator doors slide open and you’re shoved out of it, blearily making out the sight of Toji tauntingly waving at you from inside the metal enclosure.

“See you at tomorrow’s session, doc.”

Your world goes dark as the elevator doors shut.

#toji x reader #yandere toji #yandere jujutsu kaisen #toji smut #tw: yandere #tw: noncon

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ripperdoc-is-daddy · 2 years ago

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Fred the Squish

TW: Fucked up squishy monster shit. There is no monster fucking just lots of violence, blood, gore, tentacles, many mouths, many eyes, derp monster shit. LOTS OF FOOD MENTIONS AND EATING!!! Based off a very herb filled session of Carrion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! PERMISSION TO REPOST, TRANSLATE, REPRODUCE AND READ ON ANY PLATFORM DENIED.

Enjoy the Spoopy entry to Spoopy season. You may thank @animupiglett for making me post this which should have never seen the light of day.

Moving through whatever this place is your hunger which started out at a tolerable level grows. Your instincts command you to find sustenance and quickly. You pause to think what would happen if you could not find food in time but are interrupted shortly into your thoughts when you feel pressure on a tentacle. Reflexively you wrap around the object and pull it towards your mouth. Dagger like teeth tear and shred as whatever this is moves through your heavily dentata filled orifice.

Prologue

You awake feeling hungry. No memories. Just the all-consuming urge to feed. Your vision is limited. Things are dark but you possess long tendrils and tentacles that have amazing perception. Extending your limbs outward you pull yourself along a flat, smooth surface. Everything is alien to you. Each time you touch the floor you notice the viscous fluids of your body leave behind a mess.

You will remember that.

Upon consumption of the creature, you feel...sensation. A tickling in your brain. You grow in mass. Five more eyes and six mouths emerge from you. Your vision has also improved. You can distinguish colors, make out objects a fair distance away and you can hear. This is a new. You launch a tentacle up above and grip the surface above. Cautiously you pull yourself up. Observing the red fluid that drips from your being. Fascinating.

You file this information away for later.

Sliding along the ceiling you make your way through what appears to be a hallway. How did you not know this before? Perhaps with each meal you grow...smarter? There is only one way to find out. Pausing you send out several slender tendrils to feel out in front of you. The ceiling appears to be slotted not far in front of your and there is air flow. Pushing through you wiggle about enjoying the feel of the current on your appendages.

Your mass grows ever larger and once again you multiply in mouths and eyes. Your senses increase and you become more intelligent. The theory is correct. With each meal the smarter you become and the more sentient you become. But how did you arrive here? You ponder this new train of thought as you spot another of these bipedal meals. There are four of them this time. They emit some sort of noise when they see you. You imitate the noise back at them and one of them begins to leak fluid from its lower half. Fascinating.

Suddenly, you feel pain! A lot of pain! Retracting your tendrils, you open one of your mouths and scream! You cannot hear it but you know you have done something as now there is a red flashing light moving about. Annoyed and angered by the pain you launch forward from your position and move through where you earlier sent your tendrils. Angered at whatever dared to harm you. You detect heat coming from your side and you thrust several thick tentacles in that direction. You wrap around a strange looking upright blob thing. You pull it towards you and devour it in your rage. The feel of its meat and liquids pooling in your mouths and being rend asunder brings you great joy.

You will remember that.

You cruise through the containment facility. Devouring the poor wretches that dwelled beneath. Some tried to fight. Some tried to hide. Most just screamed. The adrenaline they secreted enhanced their flavor so you made sure to instill as much terror as possible into the tiny beings. Each one tasting more delicious than the next. They were almost as addicting as your rage. Almost. The slight they had dealt you still needed to be dealt with.

You grab the creatures and feast upon their delicious fleshmeats. The crunch of their bones brings you great joy. You now enjoy textures. The smoothness of the bones changes when you chomp down. They become sharp and help break up the enjoyable but monotonous squishy smoothness that your meal felt like previously. The creatures flavor however, now that is something that is piquing your interest.

This is familiar. A memory forms in your head. These bipedal creatures. You. Some sort of a container. Blood. Blood? What is blood?

Pulling a tentacle up to one of your many, uncountable eyes you observe the drippage trailing off of it. Was this stuff blood? You plunge the appendage into your mouth and feel yourself feeling yourself. Interesting sensation but you have other matters to focus on. The liquid tastes pleasant. You surmise that the red substance you are oozing and trailing behind is blood. And it comes from these delicious bipedal, moving fleshsacks. You purr in excitement. You desire, no! You crave more of them! So more you shall have.

With newfound gusto you traverse through the hallways. Eating new meals, gaining intelligence, recovering lost memories and rediscovering who you are. You are not native to this planet. You are new. You were being studied by these beings. Humans. Tasty little treats who got in over their heads. They believed you could be controlled. How stupid of them. They were prey. Simple as that. Nothing more and nothing less. You had consumed so many of them before your most unfortunate capture.

Rage fills you as you remember the pain and humiliation of your capture. How they reduced you to that simple thinking biomass with limited abilities. So small and pathetic. Prey. They had made you prey! YOU! YOU WERE NOT PREY! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO ATE! They must pay for their mistakes! You resolved to punish the humans. Forcefully taking their life’s blood to sustain yourself but also in revenge. You were satisfied and no longer needed to eat to keep yourself alive in this moment. You were well fee.

No, now you wanted to eat to punish these disgusting yet delicious humans. Remind them they are little more than cattle. They exist for your consumption just like everything else. They had no other purpose than to provide sustenance. And you were going to drill that into their tiny, soft, squishy, fatty masses they called brains. Brains which by the way tasted quite nice with gunpowder. Something you learned when a gun mech blew up within you as you shredded it down to get to its soft, gooey, humanoid center.

And you were almost at your goal.

You could read their language now and you knew you were far above the subterranean levels you had started at. You were nearing the exit. The airflow was different here. It smelled different and felt...fresh? It wasn't recycled like it was down below. Perhaps there were more of these tasty treats beyond whatever this door was?

You had to know!

So, you forced your massive, wet, dripping mass through the opening and thrust yourself into the unknown. And were summarily let down. There were more pathetic meat bags and some weird hovering machines. The memories of one of these creatures told you they were called helicopters. They were used to transports lifeforms and objects to and fro through the air. But you had to know how to fly them and you were well above their weight limit being double their size.

Oh well, maybe they had larger ones you could attempt to use? That is for the future. Right now, you wanted to explore more of this outside. Propelling yourself forward you wander about. Eating the new creatures, you came upon with your newfound freedom. None tasting as good as the human fleshbags you had feasted upon previously. You craved them like a drug. At this point you needed them to scratch an itch you didn’t know you had but damn did they soothe it. Their mouth feel and flavor was second to none. Crunchy, metallic, smooth with a subtle sweetness that made your mass shudder and pool juicy, wet fluids beneath you in excitement. You needed more and you would have more.

Fin

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