#and fear is a primal instinct

[sandersontheside]

I don’t think we talk enough about how powerful Virgil is.

Janus was never able to conceal Virgil from Thomas like he did the other dark sides. Janus kept Remus (an entire half of Thomas’s creativity!) and (presumably) whatever the orange side is repressed. Thomas is able to lie to himself about those things, to pretend they're not there, to ignore them.

But Virgil is different. Anxiety and fear are loud and overpowering, it is almost impossible not to listen to them. No matter how hard you try to deny it, that voice is always there in the back of your mind. Even when panic makes you believe it's rational and based in reality, you're still aware of it, in the sweat on your palms and the feeling of your throat closing up.

Virgil is even the reason Remus is scary. Intrusive thoughts on their own can be graphic and unsettling, but what makes them so distressing is the fear of acting on those darker thoughts, the feeling that having them makes you a bad person. The fear is based on Patton's judgement on what makes someone good or bad, of course, but it's still a fear, which ultimately comes from Virgil.

Virgil has a LOT of control over Thomas, more than most of the other sides, dark and light. We see it when Virgil is the one who stops Thomas from going out, or has to be the one to let him talk to Nico, or when Patton asks, panicked "Virgil, what do we do?" even though he was listening to Logan a second ago, or the fact that Virgil "lets up" right before Thomas goes on stage--if he didn't, would Roman be able to get Thomas to perform? Or would Thomas have stage fright? I kind of think it would be the latter.

I think Logan is maybe the only one with power over Virgil, because logical reasoning is one of the best ways to work through anxiety, and because Logan is the only side that can't ever be ignored, or go away completely, as we saw in Moving On.

tl;dr: If Virgil doesn't want Thomas to do something, Roman and Patton can't make him do it. Janus can't keep Virgil hidden. He makes the other dark sides scary. Thomas' anxiety has a huge amount of influence over him, his actions, and his thought processes.

[clownsuu]

So I saw your Robbie character and wanted to do a quick sketch of him with my oc! Enjoy!

LMAOOO they both really chose violence-

[smytherines]

I'm a lover by nature, but I'd be lying if I said writing vicious argument scenes didn't get me rock hard

[supurman-a]

clark by all means was raised human, but at the end of the day he is an alien. what he does every day in public is second nature mimicry and masking of his true kryptonian nature. he has watched humans as child to an adult to react in ways they would. keep in mind kryptonians are not only a different species, but also millennia more ahead in evolution than humans so his instincts differ than humans, behaviors, etc. while it doesnt exhaust him to act so human since hes been doing it as a child, it does when hes stressed or bothered. when clark becomes more stressed he tends to act more alien than human in privacy. he will float around more than he walks, he doesnt sleep for days, doesnt eat for days, and prefers to be in areas that wont break so easily ( such as his fortress ).

ultimately what im trying to say here is clarks human behavior is mimicry! he is a alien and always will be.

[pipperoo]

i think transforming into a werewolf would fix me

[lawful-evil-novelist]

My brain just has this moment, the first and only proper moment Scarecrow enters the fray in the first Arkham Files fic, where it's just Jason and Cass in the warehouse, Cass is POV, they can hear Bruce hyperventilating behind them, suffering from acute fear toxin poisoning, and then this ragged, patchwork facsimile of a man drops from the catwalks, a rusty scythe slung over one shoulder, arms almost too limp, walking in a shambling half-step, and Cass comes to the realization that this man's movements are perfectly controlled, and she is having a sinking, dreadful feeling of familiarity.

[crimeronan]

OBVIOUSLY codependent fuckery is what i associate with you. but also - and you'll recognize this as an honor - you're my gold standard for fucked up horror shit? whenever i feel like i need to dial it up, it's you and Stephen King as like, the angel and devil on my shoulders

oh all of this is a GREAT honor. being put in the same category as stephen king is making me giggle a lot. he was actually the first horror novelist i ever regularly read! & prior to me reading him, my mom would retell the plots of his books to me n my sister in ways that made us keep the lights on FJDJDJ

just a pair of little guys from new england who love to say "what if was both scary AND really stupid. also all the trees in maine and new hampshire are haunted."

[glacierbash]

nothing makes me feel like i need to self reflect more than when i accidentally fall asleep in my chair

[nacrelysis]

you've heard of the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny, now get ready for monoceros caeli: ultimate smackdown of ultimate proportions

[monstriiss]

im actually crying at cursed human drath feeling, for the very first time, what it is like to be a prey animal and have that deep, full body shiver, the chilling feeling when you know you are being hunted and she acts like she’s crawling out of her skin because wHAT THE FUCK IS THAT-

[supernovacat]

There is not a thought in his mind except, "oh sh!t"

Also recently experienced my own "oh sh!t" moment, I fell while playing pickle ball and hit my head on a brick wall (literally). Thankfully, I was just brused and had no concussion, mostly because I hit the floor first and slid into the wall. My brain definitely considered it a near death experience, I had a moment of clarity between hitting the floor and the wall. Where I knew I was about to hit the wall and my head, and I really did think, "Uh oh." I think I braced my back and sholder, so I slowed down my head, but my head still bounced a bit. My butt actually got it a lot worse than my head, I burst some blood vessels, and I brused the bone. It felt like sitting with my fist under my leg, so uncomfortable, then when that finally went away, not even a day later, I pulled a muscle in my gym class, fml. Thankfully, the only thing wrong with my head (other than being neurodivergent) was that it was bruised, and I had a bump. It hurt to brush my hair for about a week.

It was a really surreal experience. The closest thing I can compare it to was the moment when I jumped out of the plane when I went skydiving, this march. Everything seems to slow down. There is a huge spike in adrenaline. It feels like looking at something beautiful. It takes your breath away, but at the same time, it is like your brain zooms into a single moment to try and accomplish something. It is like tunnel vision. You are only aware of the situation, the precived threat, and how your body can stop it. It is terrifying in the moment, but incredible in retrospect. You get to see your brain go into the zone, and it's shocking and exciting. It's the reason why thrill seekers exist, that moment of clarity.

While the way it is depicted in shows and movies is often exaggerated, you really do experience a moment of clarity when your brain thinks you're really in danger. Your body really does move faster, and on instinct, your spatial awareness goes through the roof, and your brain almost cuts focus from some of the senses in your body (when I hit the floor I heard the bang, but when I realized I was about to hit the wall I don't remember hearing anything, even though the gym was fairly loud.)

So, while there are no flash sound effects or animations, like particles or auras, Tanjiro's wild slash and "oh sh!t" moment are actually relatively realistic.

[sobeksewerrat]

catching up with Sherlock n co rn and I swear I get a mini heart attack every time they reference the final problem Joel emery you cant keep doing this to me fym Moriarty was on their doorstep 😭🙏

[kameonerd566]

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[sonic-zombie]

Horror movies and war movies are great and all that but I think genuinely one of the most terrifying movie scenes is the stampede scene from the Lion King.

[tokkiwrites]

Hi happy holidays! Can you please do a Sergei kravinoff smut x innocent female virgin reader “babe in the woods” trope. Sergei is immediately fixated on reader and wants her to be his grude & mother of his children. He immediately marries and later takes her virginity. He hopes to impregnate her from their first time together. Ty!

thank you for this request, anon! and sorry it took so long to post. I've had it written, but it just took a while for me to get the smut part going. i hope you like it!

Sergei Kravinoff × F!Reader ♰ themes of stalking, obsessive Sergei, kidnapping, Kraven is a weirdo and needs to be locked up, i would say innocent reader but more so an unbothered reader kind of, she is just confused, forced marriage, themes of Stockholm syndrome, loss of virginity, fingering (reader receiving), afab reader, unprotected p in v, Sergei wants to get the reader pregnant.

The woods were quiet, save for the whisper of wind threading through the branches above. You loved this time of day when the sun filtered gold and green through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the earth. It was your sanctuary, far from the clamor of town and the heavy, watchful eyes of others. Here, no one could accuse you of being strange, or sheltered, or too naive. You simply were.

The faint crack of a branch made you stop mid-step, your basket of wildflowers swinging lightly at your hip. “Hello?” You called, voice soft, hesitant. The forest had always been safe— or so it felt. until now, you had never had the need to question it.

He emerged from the shadows, and your breath caught. The man was massive. A towering figure, his broad shoulders draped in animal pelts and his chest bare save for the crisscrossing scars that marked him as something primal, dangerous. His face was angular, carved from stone, with piercing eyes that pinned you where you stood.

Sergei Kravinoff. The name would mean nothing to you, but to others, it struck fear—a hunter of men and beasts, a predator who bent the wilderness to his will. He did not speak at first. He only looked at you, as if you were some rare, delicate creature he had stumbled upon. The longer his eyes lingered, the hotter your cheeks burned.

“Who are you?” you asked, clutching the basket to your chest. His lips curved into a smile, though there was nothing warm in it. “I am Sergei,” he said, his voice low, thick with an accent you couldn’t place. “And you" he paused for a bit. " Should not wander alone in places like this. The world is not kind to lambs.” You blinked at him, confused. “Lambs?”

“You,” he clarified, taking a step closer. His sheer presence seemed to draw the air from your lungs. “Soft. Untouched. So trusting.” You took an instinctive step back, and his smile widened, as if he enjoyed your unease. “I—I’ve never seen you here before. Are you lost?”

“No,” he said simply, his eyes roaming over you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “But perhaps I have found something worth staying for.”

It reeked of dangerㅡ death. yet you still came back.

Over the next week, you saw him again and again. Always in the woods, always watching. At first, you told yourself it was a coincidence. this strange man simply shared your love for the forest. But his presence became impossible to ignore. He never tried to speak much, yet his eyes seemed to devour you every time, as though he were committing every detail of your face to memory. You should have been afraid. You should have stopped going to the woods entirely. But something about him fascinated you. He was so unlike the boys in town, who stammered and avoided your gaze, intimidated by your quietness. Sergei was bold, unflinching. He seemed to look right through you, to the parts of yourself you didn’t even understand.

you little lamb.

“Why do you keep following me?” He tilted his head, his gaze softening though not entirely. “Because you are mine.” The bluntness of his words made your breath hitch. “I don’t even know you.”

“You will,” he said, stepping closer. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and though you should have flinched away, you didn’t. His touch was surprisingly gentle, reverent even, even if his rough fingers scratched your skin. “I have decided. You will be my bride.”

“Bride?” You echoed the word foreign and strange on your tongue. “But we’ve only just—” you laughed. surely it must be a joke. “You are meant for me, little lamb” he interrupted, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “I have hunted all my life, little one. I know when I have found my prize.” Suddenly, the world went dark.

maybe it was all just a bad and confusing dream. though his touch still lingered.

You woke in the morning to find yourself not in your small, familiar room. outside the window that overlooked the bed you were in, the forest. The air smelled of pine and smoke, and outside, the trees loomed tall and unyielding. Panic gripped you as you sat up, heart racing. “Where—” The door creaked open, and there he was, filling the frame with his imposing presence. “You are awake,” Sergei said, his tone calm, almost pleasedㅡ excited. He carried a tray with food: fresh berries, bread, and cheese. “Eat. Now."

“Where am I?” you demanded, your voice trembling. “Why did you—” He set the tray down, cutting you off with a look. “You are safe. That is all you need to know.”

“I am not! This isn’t right,” you said, tears pricking at your eyes. “You can’t just—”

“I can,” he said sharply, though his expression softened as he stepped closer. “I have waited long enough. You do not understand, but you will. I will take care of you. Protect you. You will want for nothing, my little one.”

You shook your head, backing away from him, but he caught your wrist with startling ease. His touch was firm, yet not cruel. “Do not fear me,” he murmured, his voice dropping to something almost tender. “I would never hurt you. You are too precious.”

Sergei did not wait long to make you his.

The days in the cabin blurred together, each one steeped in an odd rhythm. Sergei’s presence was constant, protective, and overwhelming. He would watch you eat, his sharp eyes softening whenever you complied. He brought you small gifts: wildflowers, trinkets carved from wood, pelts to keep you warm. He never let you wander far, always ensuring you were within sight. And though he never forced his touch upon you, you could feel the tension thrumming beneath the surface, like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce.

In the evening, as the fire crackled and cast flickering shadows on the walls, Sergei sat across from you. He leaned forward, large hands resting on his knees. “It is time,” he said, his voice calm but unyielding. “Time?” you echoed, your throat dry. “For us to marry.” You stared at him, heart pounding. “I… I can’t. I don’t even know what you want from me. I—I never— You kidnapped me!”

“You were made for this,” he said, cutting you off. his eyes were setting you a-light, it made your skin prickle. “You think I do not see it? Your purity. Your innocence. You were meant to be a wife. My wife.” Tears burned in your eyes, but you blinked them away. “But I’m not— I need to marry someone I love!"

“You are ready,” he insisted, his tone softening only slightly. “I have waited long enough. It will be done."

And it was.

The ceremony was simple, ritualistic. Sergei had prepared everything. rings made from woven silver, a bearskin cloak to drape over your shoulders as a symbol of protection. There was no priest, no people, only the two of you and the forest as your witness. He spoke vows in a language you did not understand, his voice deep and reverent, as though he were offering you up to some ancient force. When it was your turn, your voice faltered, but under his watchful gaze, you repeated the words he taught you.

“You are mine,” he said at the end, taking your face in his hands. His eyes burned with possessive fire. “And I am yours.”

but every wolf gets hungry eventually.

When night fell, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands clutching the thick wool blanket. Sergei entered the room, his movements slow and deliberate. He had shed his usual pelts, his bare chest glowing in the firelight.

“You are trembling,” he said, his voice softer than you had ever heard it. He knelt in front of you, his massive frame now not so intimidating. “Are you afraid of me?” You couldn’t meet his eyes. "I don’t know... what you expect from me? What you w-want...”

“I expect you to trust me,” he said simply, his hand brushing against your cheek. “You are my wife now. It is my duty to show you what that means.” Your breath stopped as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “I will not hurt you,” he murmured, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “But you are mine, little lamb. Every part of you.”

His lips met yours— soft at first, testing, as though he feared you might shatter like porcelain. But when you didn’t pull away, his kiss deepened, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His hands cradled your face, his touch reverent, almost worshipful.

“I have waited for this,” he said against your lips, his voice thick with desire. “Waited to claim what is mine.” You didn’t resist as he laid you down, his hands tracing over your trembling form. He was patient, guiding you gently, his touch surprisingly tender for someone so fierce. But his intent was clear.

oh, little lamb.

rugged hands make their way up and around your hips as his bearded face stays flush against your tender neck. he was ready to devour you. Sergei looked up into your eyes and for the first time you've seen him smile. and as if all of the things you felt caused you fears melted away, so did you into his embrace.

his lips meet yours, and it all finally made sense. you could feel the hunger, the will in him to give his all right here, right now. you wrapped around him like vines on a tree, his low growl of approval making you clench around nothing. it all felt so new, yet familiar, as if somehow, this wasn't the first time. the forest outside sung as your quiet moans filled the cabin. Sergei discards all of your clothes with ease, leaving you in nothing as you stayed splayed on the bed. the fur coverings under, pooled around your body, the moonlight dripped on you like dew in spring and you looked like a precious painting.

with no time to wait, sergei quickly gets naked. it wasn't the first time you saw him like this, but it was the first time you saw it. to say all that fear bubbled up into your stomach was an understatement. you gulped down as your glossy eyes looked at him up and down. "Spread your legs for me." it wasn’t a request, it was an order. and you obey. spreading your legs you give him a full view of you dripping cunt, and sergei throws his head back with a low groan. you finally speak up. "IㅡI am a...a virgin." it all seemed so silly to say now. "I know." he smiles in the corner of his mouth. "Smelled it on you the first time we met." and you whimper. "I will get you ready now." somehow, you knew what it meant. He kneels in front of you on the bed, pulling you so that you thighs are right over his, your puffy lips on full display. two of his digits make their way up to your mouth. "Suck." you comply.

after that was done, his calloused fingers make their way between your folds, gathering up the juices you've been dripping. You whimpered softly and Sergei shushed you, rubbing small circles on your plushy thigh with his other hand. He pushes one of his fingers inside, and you can feel it. It didn’t hurt, not yet, it was just strange and new. the second finger comes quick after and he starts pumping them, swirling them around as his lips made contact with your swollen bud. Your eyes jot open as this feeling washes over you, and you can't help but let your legs shake uncontrollably. The fire wave envelopes you whole before it comes to an agonizing stop. You open your eyes again and above you is Sergei, his shaft in his hand as he aligns it with your asking entrance. "If it hurts...yell. Scream as much as you want. Hurt me back. I am here to teach you."

and teach you he does. he pushes in slowly and the stretch is agonizing, the pain making all of your muscles tense. "It's alright, I'm here, little girl." you let out a sigh, the tears slipping past your lids when you open your eyes. the moon engulfed Sergei in It's beautiful light, his silhouette looking as if it was carved out perfectly. a couple of inches, then some more, and some moreㅡ until he is fully inside. you bite down on your tongue, but Sergei preps soft kisses along your jaw and you seem to forget about the pain. "You're doing so, so good. So good for me." he hums, taking in a big breath of your smell before he snaps his hips slowly. In a few seconds, the burn turned into a delicious feeling you couldn’t quite describe. And though it felt so new, your body fell in place right into Sergei’s touch, as if it were meant to be.

When he finally started to move faster, his groan was one of triumph, a sound that you know will echo in your ears long after. “You will give me childrenㅡ" he said, voice low and ragged as he moved inside of you. “Strong sons and daughters. Our legacy will begin tonight.”

your legs quiver around him, but he leaves no room for mercy. Above you, he looked just as a predator ready to swallow his pray whole. you weren't one to fight back, and you really didn't want to. you back stayed arched against the coverings of the bed, fingers clawing at his broad shoulders as he pumped into you. your tummy was churning, and your head was dizzyㅡ you were far gone, too drunk on the way he perfectly hit that spot with each thrust. "You were made for me, made to take meㅡ fuck, you are so beautiful." you whimper, feeling that fire wave starting to take over again. your velvet walls squeeze around him, causing him to growl. Sergei leans forward, propping one of your legs above his shoulder, the angle making you gasp for air. you look up at him, eyes glossy with tears. An animal. His eyes grew darker, lips crooked in a smile before he delivered his final blow.

you come undone right under his fingertips, writhing and shaking as small pleads fall from your lips. You can feel his seed deep within you, threatening to slip out around his cock that was still inside of you, pulsing. "Good girl."

he prays it sticks.

Sergei’s obsession with you only deepened—he barely let you out of his sight, his touch lingering whenever he could. Yet there was a softness in him, a desire to make you happy, even as he bent you to his will.

He began teaching you small things. how to tend the fire, how to skin an animal, how to defend yourself should a predator come. But you were never allowed to go far. “Why can’t I leave?” you asked one afternoon, your frustration bubbling over. Sergei turned to you, his eyes darkening. “Because the world is cruel, little one. It will devour you. You are too soft, too trusting. Here, you are safe.”

“Safe,” you repeated bitterly. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might lash out. But instead, he cupped your face in his hands, his gaze softening. “I would rather you hate me than lose you.” you were beginning to see the truth of it. his love for you was consumin and obsessive, but it was real. He worshipped you, protected you, but at the cost of your freedom. And yet, part of you began to adapt. To find comfort in his arms, in the way he looked at you as though you were the only thing that mattered.

Perhaps you were.

[cherryview]

i get what you mean. if/when delal looks at me for more than 7 seconds (won’t be more than 7 i have to look away at that point that’s TEUW much) i’ll also explode

my brain actually stops working!!