#Reanimated heart meme

[oceans-beloved]

Hehe~

[doubledeadstudio]

Hell yea........... 420 followers !!!!!!!!!!!

[mazia6]

[dxrksong]

Jason 13 au

PLOT WITH MEMES

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Jason: you ever have that moment where you're relaxing on a rooftop with a nice cup of tea.

Jason: and then you get kidnapped by your reanimated bicycle from the GZ?

Danny, desperately trying to steer: NOT HELPING JOHNNY!!!!!

Jason: I know.

The Bike: :)

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Jason: so what the hell am I supposed to do with zom?

Danny: considering they're the only thing keeping you alive rn? Not much

Jason: how the hell-right right, acting as a vein system....

Danny: in theory if you do manage to absorb the blob ghost, you won't have to deal with the rage anymore? That's a plus right?

Jason: I know we use them as snacks sometimes but they're also PETS, phantom!

Danny: wait, you're keeping it?

Jason: CaN YoU NoT SaY It lIkE ThAt?!

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Constantine: what the fuck......*walks out*

BatMan: ???

Constantine: Manor's haunted.

Bruce: *cocks gun* always has been

Constantine: WTF?!

Batman: yes?? I know??

Constantine: byyyeeee

Batman: Constantine get back here!

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Jason: shit. Goin' ghost! Damn you kid, for infecting me with your stupid phrase! *transforms*

Kon, Jon, and Superman: *physical and visual distress as they immediately scramble out of their chairs*

Jason: ??? What's wrong with you??

Jon: YOUR HEART JUST STOPPED!!!!

Jason: oh. OOH! Yeah, it does that.

Superfam: *visible distress and confusion*

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Danny @ Jack with a little dance: you are my daaaaaad YOU'RE MY DAD!! Boogie woogie woogie!

Jack: AWWWW DANNO!!! *shamelessly shedding tears* IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE YOU'VE MADE LITTLE JINGLES FOR US!!!

Jason:

Jason: hmm

[Later]

Jason: *slides into the batcave*

BatKids: ??

Jason: *DEEP INHALE*

Jason, trying to mimic Danny's dance: YOU ARE MY DAAAAD! YOU'RE MY DAD!! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE!!!!!

Batkids:

BatMan:

Batman: "Dad.....?"

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Batman: check out how hard I can cry! SUSHAUAABSIDBESJDDKEDB

[Note. May or may not be immediately after the previous meme]

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Danny: *dies screaming*

Also Danny: *screm powers*

Jason: *died in explosion*

Also Jason: *Explody powers*

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Jason: say hello to my BOOM STICK!!!!

The boom stick is a ghost glock. Jason can imbue it with his powers to make the targets explode upon impact.

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Gotham:

Jason:

Gotham: *starts crying*

Jason: SHIT-Gothi, what's wrong?!

Gotham: Why must you grow up??! Why can't you stay my little birdy!

Jason:

Jason: look just because I said you don't have to mother me, doesn't mean-

Gotham: MY BABY DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMOOOORE!

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Jason: *gets hurt*

Shades: so you've chosen death

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Duke: shit, we're cornered!

Jason: don't worry, I got this! *High pitched scream*

Shades: *come rushing in to defend the baby*

Duke: WHAT THE-

Jason: relax, they're friendly.

Duke: I'm talking about how fucking girly that scream was J-*gets elbowed in the ribs*

Jason: You sure your name ain't Dick? Cuz you're sure acting like one!

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Bike: *in batcave*

Also Bike: *suddenly in the dining room, just sitting there*

Damien: ?!

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Damien: Todd, can you not leave your bike in random places in the house?! It's annoying!

Jason: my bike?? Oh, OH! That's just squishy, he moves on his own time.

Damien: are you saying your bike is alive Todd? Tt do you mistake me for an idiot?

Jason: why don't you ask the bike then?

Bike: *beeps*

Damien: *jumps 5ft into the air*

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Dick: Jason, we need to talk.

Jason: *sigh* fine, I admit, I put him in the nicu, but he deserved it!

Dick: what?! No, I mean about your bike! What the hell are you talking about?!

Jason: ooh! Nevermind then, carry on!

Dick: Jason, this conversation isn't over.

Jason: jeez, you're starting to sound like Bruce, just tell me what you wanted!

Dick: your bike is crying.

Bike: *just realized it was stuck like this*

Jason: ?! Squishy?! *runs off*

[trashlama]

Yan future mikey with a chubby reader beimg all cute and shit and then the crazy kicks in (I beg you for some future boys contest-hope you're oki bye)

Hmmmm fluffy and crazy? I think I can work with this~

Instead of the usual future Yan turtles where they're usually depicted in the apocalyptic future. This one will take place in the fixed timeline future. Sorry I suck at explaining things.

This is basically a mix between a one-shot/drabble/headcanon

Like I started with Headcanons became drabble/one shot.

Sorry for being so late on this! Last week was hectic between work and my personal life.

I could've probably proofread it some more but, I didn't.

Ahhhh I hope you guys like this!

Cause personally I feel like I could've done better/more but, I suck. Anyways—

Warning! This is pretty fluffy. Seek your dentist for any fluff related cavities.

Enjoy!

I do not own this meme just found it on Pinterest and thought it was funny.

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Mikey is such a good boyfriend.

A spontaneous ball of dorky energy the box turtle was artistic both in and out of the kitchen. His kindness did not discriminate. Good or bad typically, if the youngest Hamato could help it he would rather make peace not war.

It was something you liked about the orange clad mutant. Especially since he didn't mind your self-proclaimed defects.

You love adult ninja turtle you really do. However regardless the little voice in the back of your mind continued to plant seeds of doubt.

Was Michaelangelo satisfied with you?

You hadn't tried to express it often— but you had your trepidations about sharing your insecurities with anyone, even your boyfriend. You didn't want to be annoying.

These fears were silly, you knew this. Mikey loves you. The mystic mutant recited all the time how beautiful you are. To him apparently despite your self criticism you were a devine work of art. Love handles, pouches, wings, fupas— he adored them all. You didn't need to wear a size nine to fit in his heart.

It didn't matter. For all the reasons that the box turtle gave you for why you were a perfect match for him. The insecurities still sat there. Like a sunken stone at the bottom of the lake. It sitting there always. Forever.

Regularly wondering if Michelangelo really did prefer a ugly pumpkin to a picture perfect apple. Had it been a ruse? Was he just playin' the role of a good partner? Sayin' and doin' what you're supposed to tell a person you want to be intimate with.

Lately these polluting thoughts began to resurface again. Reanimated by the recent onslaught of teasing from some dumb college kids that were enrolled at the same University as you. A group of well-known douche-bags that you avoided like the plague on campus; but unfortunately shared a physics class with. The dumbass brigade like vultures, waited for opportunities to feed their fragile masculinities. Receiving petty pleasure from belittling any flawed individuals that crossed their starving gazes. Ravishing in whatever responses they could elicite.

For the better part of the first semester of third-year physics you had somehow managed to go undetected by said frat squad. Camouflaged in fluffy sweaters and poofy joggers had aided you in being incognito for the first nine weeks but, now the weather was changing. Spring has finally come and has gifted you the middle finger. As temperatures fluctuated so did your wardrobe.

You hated the warmer months just for this reason.

The months of hiding your jiggling stretch marked shame behind winter attire has come to an end. Forcing your hand with high temps to make you wear thinner layers. Baggy jeans and big shirts were your new seasonal battle armor. Unlike your impenetrable winter suit, the spring set was far more vulnerable. The thinner layers and lack of long sleeves basically painted a bullseye on you that the frat group gladly shot at on a daily basis. In spite of your countless efforts to starve the scavengers; the group of boys still hurt you. Conceal don't feel, you certainly didn't let it show. Their poking fun at your voluptuous figure and big tits were nothing new. Nor the endless questioning of your innocence and intelligence. It was just another schoolyard taunt that you didn't bother with a response.

Until you did. Maybe not vocally but the show of your shaky figure fleeing the classroom gave the gaggle of boys all the satisfaction they'd desired as their mocking laughter chasing you out as you retreated out into the university's hallway. Fleeing the campus without a second thought.

The crude harassment is why you were here traversing The Big Apple's sewers. Thanking whatever gods were present for the low water pressure in the channel that ran beneath the soles of your sneakers.

You hated being feeling weak like this but, instinctively your legs drove you to the Mad Dog's Lair. Not bothering to properly shove all your crap into your school bag when you fled the classroom. Doubting that your shit will still be there tomorrow knowing today's luck. But you didn't care. Couldn't be bothered to deal with any more of the relentless bullying nor your professors' chosen path of nativity to the problem. You needed a break.

Entering the base every inhabiting soul was asleep. Evident by the various snores that you passed as you b-lined to Mikey's chambers.

Surprising the mystic mutant with your unannounced visit as he awoke to your shadowy plump figure climbing into his hammock. To the twenty-five year old's shame due to the fact that he had initially missed the salty streaks that drenched your supple (skin tone) cheeks. Immediately noticing your state once you were laying in his bed. The suspended mat's natural physics pressed you into his colorfully decorated plastron.

" ......Hun? Aww sweet babie what's got my muse spillin' tears for? " Mikey cooed muscular moss green appendages like snakes slithered around your waist. Entrapping you in his tired but, strong embrace. Pressing your soft figure into his firm one. Embarrassment heated your tear drenched cheeks as you returned the squeeze. Shaking your head 'no' as you just laid it against his shoulder.

He understood you just needed a moment.

For a minute outside the occasional sob or gasp for air, no words were spoken between the two. The calmness of the dimly orange lite room and your boyfriend's secure embrace provided the elements to allow you to relax. Tip-toeing on the line of slumber, had it not been for Mikey's quiet humming that at some point filled in the background noise to kept you grounded.

Once he had you calmed down, Michaelangelo tried to approach the subject again. He didn't want to reignite your pain but, the thought of someone/something making you cry like this was unforgivable. Whoever did this was gonna pay dearly for the precious tears that beaded your pained (e/c) gaze.

The last two weeks he suspected something was up. You had been absent from your guys' weekly hangout sessions. Despite the obviously differing schedules you and Mikey typically tried to meet at least four times a week. Even if sometimes the encounter was brief. However lately you haven't been attending. Stating over texts how you needed space to work some things out. That had the orange clad Hamato pulling at his imaginary strands with worry. Head lost in a tizzy as he had pooled over what could've driven you away. At first he feared it was him. Something must've come to light.

Did you find his little makeshift shrine for you?

Perhaps you came across his favorite box of tokens he scrounged up from around your apartment?

Or did you finally capture footage of his unannounced nightly visits?

Maybe one of his brothers found or saw something and told you something they shouldn't have?

The never ending list had the moss green box turtle biting his nails. Waiting at the edge of his seat for anticipated ball to drop.

Although he didn't want to thank Gram Gram for his luck when you came sniffling into his quarters. It hurt the mutant when you cried. He wasn't gonna lie the breath of relief upon your arrival. His muse wasn't trying to leave him. For a moment there the mystic mutant had been worried he was going to have to help you remember how much you needed your devoted follower.

"...(Y/n)?....Sweetie, what's wrong?" Mikey began sitting up a little tugging you along with him as he maneuvered the two of you in a more comfortable position. With your face resting against his shoulder, legs thrown over his lap so you were sitting in it in a lounging manner. The moss green box turtle's hold not once loosening from around your full figure. "....You knooow...my ears are always open to listen." The orange coded ninja turtle hummed. Unmasked the warm grey eyes of Michaelangelo's lovingly bore into your soul. Traveling through glossy (e/c) gateways as they searched within you for answers that you wouldn't speak.

Your bottom lip trembled as a new spout of tears ran down your flushed (skin tone) cheeks at his words. Easily hiding your face in the crook of the mutant's jugular. Taking a moment before answering. " I'm sorry for being a bother... I just had a bad day. " You answered quietly. Not necessarily eager to delve into the issue.

Aww his poor babie. However it wasn't the answer he was looking for. It looks like he's gonna have to go through them again. At least this time he was just looking not altering any of your memories. He needed to know what was wrong. He needed his divinity happy and if she wasn't happy— well Mikey wasn't happy.

Sporting his signature gapped tooth grin Mikey began the process.

First it began with focusing his energy. Preparing to start the spell.. It worked perfectly last time. It should be just as successful again. "Shhhh... It's okay babie..." The mutated Hamato hushed.

"..It's all good... I understand... you just need a little guidance...".

With your face hidden you neglected to notice his illuminated three digit grasp leaving your waist. "...let Dr. Delicate Touch help you~" the box turtle concluded as he pressed his glowing three digit right hand into the left side of your forehead. In an instant a bright shine of light blotched out your vision. Right before everything went black. Knocking you out before you could asset the situation.

To any onlooker what he was doing was wrong. An invasion of your privacy which he shouldn't be prying into. However the box turtle preferred to look at it from a more positive perspective.

He was helping you!

The mystic turtle knew you had a hard time expressing your feelings.

Although you didn't say it Michelangelo knew you had a hard time expressing feelings. A bad habit leftover from surviving your formative years. It's okay though. He'll help you.

To any onlooker would say what the youngest Hamato . What he was doing was wrong, inhumane but, Mikey preferred to look at it from a different less negative perspective. He was helping!

You just needed a little fixing. Then you'll be just like new again.

As he sorted through your most recent short term memories the orange color coded ninja turtle kept in mind he couldn't dabble with them too long. He was on a clock dictated by the amount of stamina he's able to input into a single spell. As of right now? Not too much. Especially if he wants to make quick work of whatever issue stood in between him and (y/n) time. The offense will not be tolerated by whomever the perpetrator.

Shifting through the chains that connected the linear timeline in your mind Michaelangelo found the issue. A group of fraternity brats who didn't have any manners. Bastards thought they had the right to defame his muse? His very own David?(That's a reference to one of the renaissance artist's works).

They had to be dealt with.

Like a candle in the wind the group was snuffed out in a single night.

Upon the arrival of the new day you awoke to find yourself back at home in your dingy apartment with no exact clue of how you got back there.

In the faded ripples of your mind you tried to fill in the blanks of the how's and when's. When did you leave the lair? How did you make it back to your apartment? Especially when the last thing you recalled was sniffling in your boyfriend's arms. You must've fallen asleep and gotten up at some point and just don't remember.

Probably was just too tired to re-call anything.

Getting up from the warm sanctuary of your bed sheets you ambled around the apartment to begin your morning routine. Throwing together a bowl of cereal and a coke before scuttling into the living room. Placing your meager feast down onto the coffee table momentarily as you shuffled through your pockets to find your phone.

A few months ago you lost the remote to your tv and unfortunately as a broke ass college student making minimum wage you didn't have the funds to purchase a new TV remote. Instead like every other millennial you download the app. Cheaper than trying to get a new remote. Quicker too.

Tapping awake your screen delivered a mountain of notifications.

Inside the group chat that you were a part of for your physics class was blowing up. Investigating further just left you in shock. Swiping through the populating messages, you discovered the bullies who had been preying on you and your classmates were missing. Somehow all five of them were gone within a night without a single trace.

With the disappearance not being a full twenty-four hours yet the police wasn't taking the matter seriously. Claiming probably just some fraternity shit. Meanwhile the university's faculty wasted no time on morning the frats possie's passing. Sending their cookie-cutter condolences and offering their typical therapy sessions for anyone close to the victims.

What a waste. Although they were assholes they were young assholes who hadn't yet got the chance to live their lives. Make mistakes and learn from them. How unfortunate.

Backing out of the chat your phone buzzed with a new message from Mikey. The afro mentioned adult box turtle was inquiring about how you were doing today and if you wanted to hangout later? Your mutated boyfriend even going as far as decorating the message in emoji hearts and puppy dog stickers.

As of late you haven't been up for hanging out with the twenty-five year old orange clad Hamato. Mucky feelings and overwhelming thoughts clouded your head. Upon seeing the previously mentioned messages about the vultures in your life being gone you felt oddly relieved about their disappearance. Although revolted with your passive reaction you somehow is still able to keep it down. Every time you thought of Michaelangelo the negative feelings and bad memories would keep fading farther and father away.

It was like all it took was a night's rest (and some brain spring cleaning) and everything was back to normal. With a small smile you replied with "I'm doin' good" and "yes" on his invitation.

Next thing you knew it you were spiraling down a rabbit hole of back to back texting like it was the beginning of your guys relationship.

Back then when your best friend had ghosted you. Mikey had been there for you like this then too. Always so supportive. He really was such a good person.

Aren't you lucky that you have such a good boyfriend like Mikey?

[edmunderson]

Thank u for the tag @lynxfrost13 !! :)

5 Comfort Characters

1) Blondie and Mickey (they count as one lmao)

saints row boss duo me and my bestie made together way back in high school and we still talk about them a lot <3

2) Krieg (borderlands 2)

he's my favorite little guy :) (i say even tho he's the biggest player character asdfgh)

3) Mack (the keeper of midnight saga by @the-keeper-of-midnight / @when-life-gives-you-lemons-if )

*slaps his back* you can fit so much trauma and thirst in this guy (memes aside if u like halloween stuff then u should maybe give this game a try 👀)

4) Black Lumaban (reanimated heart by @doubledeadstudio )

I love characters who are intimidating to everyone but one specific person who they are devoted to. Perhaps a lil TOO devoted. Maybe.

5) Rose (fable 2)

Comfort character who causes me anguish. Listen. I know you only interact with her in the prologue, but the memory of her influences the story every step of the way. she haunts the narrative. Everything sparrow does is to avenge her (or, depending on the ending you choose, to make sure she gets a chance at the life she deserved, even if they never see each other again). Can u tell fable 2 changed my brain chemistry lol

Tagging: @vanskyfox @gloomiegalaxie @troglobite @foxholemonster @azeterna

@foxtophat @savagemagician3 @crazy-lazy-elder-sims @strangegrapefruit @hymless

@sansabirdanne @sadraccoon061 @shibotaibo @iberissims @occultradio

No pressure to do this if i tagged you, and feel free to do this even if i didn't!

[huntinglove]

do u have a tag directory anywhere? ive looked but i cant find a place that says what all ur non-f/o tags mean and ive been very curious ! /nf /nm

Hi hi nonny!! I have them all written down so I can paste them here!!

I'll put the ones I use the most over the cut and the rest below! I hope this will help you out :D

✯ dreaming near the stars (imagines)

✯ i hope you'll smile (memes/positivity)

✯ undead ramblings (random)

✯ lovely asks (nice asks)

✯ how bothersome (rude asks/hate)

✯ living and creating (my art/edits)

✯ reanimated dove (dark content)

✯ homely ships (my ships)

✯ wonderful ships (friend's ships)

✯ here's a question (polls)

✯ let me know what i can do (ask memes)

✯ oh my (nsft)

✯ let's get serious (discourse)

✯ here's a relic (old art)

✯ let me tell you a story (my writing)

✯ speaking from the grave (vent)

✯ time will pass anyways (queue)

✯ my heart sings (playlists)

✯ a ship has sailed (things I ship)

✯ a heart full of love (gushing)

✯ ghosty's mail (submissions)

✯ welcome to the turned mansion (Turned Mansion Original Universe)

✯ sweet little heart (agere)

✯ what a beautiful world you've shown me (fics i like)

✯ show me what you can do (ask memes made by me)

✯ in another life (kins)

[postmortiem]

5 𝘀𝐨𝐧𝐠𝘀 𝘆𝐨𝘂 𝐚𝘀𝘀𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝘁𝐞 𝘄𝐢𝘁𝐡 𝘆𝐨𝘂𝗿 𝐦𝘂𝘀𝐞

Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)   —   Will Wood

It doesn't take a killer to murder It only takes a reason to kill We've all got evidence of innocence, it's "everything's coincidence" The difference twixt fate and free will is whether you're singing Ooh, could you take a look at me? Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? 

Terry's Taxidermy   —   Teddy Hyde

I don't need to let go, so long as I Bring a sweet and special doll to life So I keep this mental compromise Justification But the nights are cold next to empty chests And polished arms in which I'd never rest I come to harm, but they can never fret Isolation And I've got a heart pumping messy blood And all these parts I could better cut And quit the farce of these imperfect guts Contemplation

A Campaign of Shock and Awe   —   Evelyn Evelyn

Isn't it nice that they're being so nice to us? If I'm not mistaken I think they might like us Aren't we lucky to be here? Stop moving, they're taking a picture Smile for the camera, Evelyn!

Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones)   —   Will Wood and the Tapeworms

To cut down on my silhouette My favorite foods are smoke and hearts My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas While my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts All nightmares start as dreams And I hear my subconscious screaming They say that beauty's just skin deep So naturally, please show me your Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?

Yes, to Err is Human, So Don't Be One. (Song)   —   Will Wood

Yes, to err is human, so don't be one This was a mistake, I'll take my leave But, before I go, let me know if you see A little black bag with a toe tag please If you don't hate me, then reanimate me Prove it to me, baby, lightning in my veins These instincts I've managed to stave mean Monsters must be people too, so oh geez I could drink your blood if you let me, baby Drain you o' your love until you hate me I will drink your blood 'til your lips turn blue Drain you o' your love, if you want me to!

tagged by: (i lost the meme and had to somehow make shit up here)

tagging: whoever wants to :)

[fiendishpal]

the latest art for haloween au was just so beautiful! <3 so they were married and keiji died and got reincarnated by kuroo, but as a side effect of this process he kinda lost memories of his past life (or parts of it)? ugh, i crave more information about all your aus, this one and single dad osamu in particular! (btw, this cake meme was great XD)

thank you so much!!!💙 yes, akaashi did lose his memories from his past life when he was reanimated. here's a little more info for you about halloween au,

after kuroo's father died and his sister left, he became obsessed with finding a cure for whatever illness akaashi has. he took akaashi back to his estate and kuroo never left the house unless absolutely necessary.

as selfish as akaashi thought this was, he still can't help but feel satisfied from the attention kuroo is giving him but he saw how much this was taking away from kuroo. He had such a bright future ahead of him. a learned and capable physician and so young. what a life tetsurou could live if he wasn't in the picture.

so when kuroo proposed akaashi was equal parts heartbroken and elated. akaashi sobs out a rejection and confesses to kuroo how he feels. how he wants kuroo to accept the inevitable. and you could only imagine how kuroo took that lol. however, kuroo reassures him that there is nowhere else he would rather be than by akaashi's side. no one else for his heart to love, only him and him until the end. kuroo promises him years and more. it was a whole thing but eventually, akaashi accepts. he accepts because he wants so badly to believe tetsurou and his promises.

akaashi dies a week later.

[oceans-beloved]

Abel's day out~<3

[doubledeadstudio]

Hello! Welcome to the official Double Dead Studio Tumblr, the solodev behind Reanimated Heart, Another Rose in His Garden, and Pygmalion's Folly.

Reanimated Heart is a character-driven horror romance visual novel about finding love in a mysterious small town. There are three monstrous love interests with their own unique personalities and storylines.

Another Rose in His Garden is an 18+ erotic Omegaverse BL visual novel. Abel Valencia is an Omega who's hidden his secondary sex his entire life. Life's alright, until he meets the wealthy tycoon, Mars Rosales, and the two get embroiled in a sexual affair that changes his life forever.

Pygmalion's Folly is a survival murdersim where you play as Roxham Police Department's star detective, hellbent on finding your sister's killer... until he finds you. 

Content Warning: All my games are 18+! They contains dark subject matter such as violence and sexual content. Player discretion is advised.

This blog is ran by Jack, the creator.

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Do not use my stuff for illegal or hateful content.

Also, I expect everyone to respect the Content Warnings on the page. I'm old and do not tolerate fandom wank.

F.A.Q.

Who are the main Love Interests in Reanimated Heart?

Read their character profiles here!!

Who's the team?

Jack (creator, writer, artist), mostly. I closely work with Exodus (main programmer) and Claira (music composer). My husband edits the drafts.

For Reanimated Heart, my friend Bonny makes art assets. I've also gotten help from outsiders like Sleepy (prologue music + vfx) and my friend Gumjamin (main menu heart animation).

For Reanimated Heart's VOs, Alex Ross voices Crux, Devin McLaughlin voices Vincenzo, Christian Cruz voices Black, Maganda Marie voices Grete, and Zoe D. Lee voices Missy.

Basically, it's mostly just me & outsourcing stuff to my friends and professionals.

How can I support Double Dead Studio productions?

You can pay for the game, or join our monthly Patreon! If you don't have any money, just giving it a nice rating and recommending it to a friend is already good enough. :)

Where do the funds go to?

Almost 100% gets poured back into the game. More voice acting, more music, more trailers, more art, etc. I also like to give my programmer a monthly tip for helping me.

This game is really my insane passion project, and I want to make it better with community support.

I live in the Philippines and the purchasing power of php is not high, especially since many of the people I outsource to prefer USD. (One time I spent P10k of my own money in one month just to get things.) I'll probably still do that, even if no money comes in, until I'm in danger of getting kicked out the street… but maybe even then? (jk)

What platforms will Reanimated Heart be released in?

Itch and then Steam when it's fully finished. Still looking into other options, as I hear both are getting bad.

Will Reanimated Heart be free?

Chapter 1 will be free. The rest will be updated on Patreon exclusively until full release.

Are you doing a mobile version?

Yeah. Just Android for now, but it's in the works.

Where can I listen to Reanimated Heart's OST?

It is currently up on YouTube, Spotify, and Bandcamp!

Why didn't you answer my ask?

A number of things! Two big ones that keep coming up are Spoilers (as in, you asked something that will be put in an update) or it's already been asked. If you're really dying to know, check the character tags or the meta commentary. You might find what you're looking for there. :)

Will there be a sequel to Pygmalion's Folly?

It's not my first concern right now, but I am planning on it.

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[mazia6]

Ref feat flowers of evil lowkey

[gay4way]

dearest greyson,

i remember the first time you messaged me, four whole months ago. it was fanmail, for a fic I finished soon after. i was ecstatic that day, and i still am every time you hit send and my phone goes *bloop*.

sometimes I reread our chats, starting from the top and working my way down to the bottom, watching our relationship progress over those four months in the span of mere minutes, fast-forwarding through digital time. 

some times it feels like i'm sending you postcards from the bottom of the ocean and sometimes not, but one thing's always been clear -- our love, even before we were married.

you're the light of my life, the half-doomed to my semi-sweet, and I wouldn't have it any other way. separated by a screen, but connected by the strings of our hearts. severed at the wrist, and yet I'll still find a way to hold your hand. 

you make feel alive, reanimating my rotting corpse of a soul night after night after night, through some combination of stupid weezer memes and keyboard witchcraft. you don't just create the light behind my eyes, you *are* that light, that effervescent glow, that constant reminder that someone out there loves me.

if life were a galaxy, then we'd be a binary star system, orbiting around each other for the rest of eternity, with nothing but a faint glow and our love for each other to keep us safe in the ever-present vacuum of space, and i'd cherish every minute of it. we'd live forever, and maybe we *could* live forever, if we had the time.

these cold, dead hands of mine could write a million more stanzas of this discombobulated poem/dead letter (marked return to sender as always with but a digital stamp) and it would never be enough to describe just how much i love you.

happy valentine's day, and here's to many more <33333

xo,

moss <3

hoooly fuck i am so close to crying over this right now and probably will later later but seriously thank you i wish i had the ability to write you something like this in response though even if i did it would even come close to the master piece that is this message <3333 i love you so so much

[bitterfrosts]

For the shipping meme: Would you share your lanlan and songning thoughts with the class?

Ohohoho!!!! Those are my sleeper agent code words!

In my view for both of these, it’s quite a lot of “this person is the only person who understands what I’m going through”. That person is: Song Lan.

On the LanLan side: there’s quite a bit obviously to parallel. Both have lost people that they can never get back, even through reincarnation. Xiao Xingchen’s soul is so broken he removed himself from the cycle of rebirth entirely and both jiggy and nmj are trapped in that coffin so dead or alive or reanimated or what else have you, they’re gone. A huge chunk of what makes both so tragic is that aside from each other, in terms of having someone who can comfort you and knows what you’re going through? They’re alone. And for both of them at the ends of their respective stories it’s by choice!!!!! Song Lan goes off with xxc and aq’s souls and just… leaves! He could go anywhere and accompany anyone, and chose not to. There’s an interesting element of “walking off to his doom” present that makes the whole thing even worse. Lxc chooses seclusion and never comes out. This is, again, also by choice. I think from a meta standpoint, the only thing that could get him to come out is a heart to heart with Song Lan. Much as the twin jades love each other, Wangji can’t help him. I do honestly think the only way either of them could really move on is to move on together.

For SongNing, the thing that song lan understands is being a fierce corpse. And on a surface level it seems like a shallow comparison but it really isn’t. We Ning may have been initially created out of distress and wanting him back, but it does not change that before the timeskip and Wei wuxian’s character development, wen ning fills the same niche that sl filled with xy. He’s a tool. A beloved one, but a tool nonetheless. Wei Wuxian can protest much as he likes, but his actions have him used that way. There’s something very isolating about the idea that everyone you live is gone and you will outlive them not because of cultivated immortality but because you’ve been made into an abomination. You will always be permanently “othered” and ordinary people will always (somewhat justifiably) be afraid of them. Fierce corpses are dangerous! And the average person might not have the luxury of double checking to see if they’re sentient or not before having to run away. For wen ning, song lan is an opportunity for a companion that both understands him and won’t fear him.

Anyway we love parallels in this house 🥹

I’d do the questions but I’m too rambly about them also both are rarepairs so I’m not sure any option on either would have an element of “unpopular?” So yeah 🤍

[thegreatlibraryfangirl]

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Yay, thank you! :D

Oh god this question. @gay-otlc sent me a similar one from an ask meme in early Nov and I have pretended it didn't exist.

so, the short and facetious but truthful to my heart answer: Everything. fucking everything. I have over 60k of random started things that will never see the light of day, I have a specific ideas storage document, and of course I have random one-line concepts thrown at @rosalind-of-arden like other day. (Those are generally filthy lol.)

the longer answer involves me looking honestly at everything in that above mess and going "What's actually In Progress, not stalled, or if it's stalled, what might feasibly still be reanimated?" Or a third option: what am I still emotionally attached to and don't want to let go yet??

Bearing those in mind, let's run through a few certainties:

trans Dario one(?)shot (might be some sort of 5+1 thing but like, no plot is my main point here)

Jess post-canon whump, which I have spoken about on here quite recently. Planning to make it a continuation of Market Day, which is currently a oneshot.

hostage fic. What is this even called on ao3? idek. it's called hostage fic in my head, and I promise it is still alive and actually quite close to posting the next chapter.

A Long Weekend, the "this author bit off more than xe could chew" kink fic from last Kinktober. I will do more on this. I absolutely will.

I've had a Gap In Canon stalled for ... probably nearly two years now ... but I WILL FINISH IT. Dario in Castle Raby.

I am also still emotionally attached one of my very, very early fics Imagination, which needs a third chapter.

There's a few in-progress kinktober ideas that I still want to finish. I won't lay them all out here lol but I will do a separate post in anyone wants. I will say Jess/Thomas petplay, though.

[thedeliverygod]

Personally, I think the worst Kingdom Hearts game is Re:Chain of Memories because of the horrendous battle system and how repeative the worlds feel. What game of the series you dislike the most?

Re: CoM was certainly clunky and tbh my biggest gripe was that they didn’t bother to do any reanimating to match the English lines because the whole excitement of the game for me was seeing certainly scenes properly animated for the first time. I didn’t beat re: CoM because I beat the original for the game boy advanced and lost my patience with it lol. But COM has great writing, imo.

My least favorite was re: coded for the DS. The playing style of the game shifted multiple times to try and make going to the same old worlds yet again feel new but it just made it more frustrating. Repetitive worlds, as we’ve both mentioned. And most of all it literally added nothing new to the story until towards the very end. I enjoyed the movie that was made for the HD remakes. The few good moments were made better with some voice acting. And of course the “it’s Riku—they’ve put bugs in him!” Became a meme lol.