#and only one of them is what people would consider a normal zombie movie

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31 Days of Horror Recs: A stupid zombie tv show based on a fucking video game should not make me cry

Honestly, The Last of Us is just way too good for something in the zombie genre that's based on a video game, which I find mostly good for eye-rolls and comedy. I'm generally very tired of the whole "look at how selfish people are and how it turns them into monsters". It's just cliche and I'm so very tired of it. Don't get me wrong, The Last of Us also has this but it goes so much deeper than these stories normally do. These people are selfish in ways that are so understandable that it can actually be a bit disquieting to watch.

Love and loss are some of the deadliest of human emotions, The Last of Us says, be careful how you wield them.

Synopsis: After a global pandemic destroys civilization, a hardened survivor takes charge of a 14-year-old girl who may be humanity's last hope.

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It’s been ages since I’ve requested any sort of thing but do you think you could do something where the reader finds a way to break out of the firefly house which leads to a whole chase scene with Otis? Love some dark stuff.

I loveeeee this!! Thanks so much for requesting!

I hope you enjoy what I did with this request! I tried my best, it’s maybe longer than you had hope but I was hanging fun haha! Much love xoxo ✨🫶🏻

Warnings : typical Rob Zombie violence, cussing, abuse

I had been trapped in the firefly house for over a month. The things I have seen and been put through are absolutely horrific. While being here Otis, as I’ve come to know him, and his sister Baby brought back a group of friends. They turned one of the men into a fish man hybrid. They made me watch as they brutally tortured him and murdered him. From what I could tell Halloween had come and passed in my time being with them. Baby had brought me candy one night when she had gotten back from somewhere. She and mama were the only ones to treat me sort of normal. Otis on the other hand, he made me sit in his room for days just watching him work on his “art” and listen to him rant about everything. Sometimes he’d forget to feed me and I’d starve for days. It’d take a yelling from Baby for him to remember. I don’t know why they haven’t killed me yet. I mean sure, they mentally and even sometimes physically abuse me. If I don’t say the exact thing Otis wants to hear he’ll take a razor and cut my arm or leg. I’m always getting yelled and or hit.

I’ve spent my whole time being here trying to find away to just get away from these people. Sometimes, Otis will untie me to go hangout with Baby or even to use the bathroom. He’d watch me use the bathroom but when I saw Baby it was just her and I. Depending on what time of day Otis let’s me go see her, sometimes she’ll fall asleep as I sit in her room. I knew that was my only chance. So, I waited, I waited until he was in a good mood and let me visit her one night. “Do you want to visit Baby tonight? I think you deserve a little vacation.” He chuckled at his wording choice. “Yes please Otis.” I whisper timidly. Otis nods in response, satisfied with my answer. It was only about 6pm when he asked me, I knew it was to early, and plus baby wasn’t even home yet. It was around 10pm when Baby got home, she clearly had been drinking. “Y/n!!! I hear we get to hangout tonight sugar. We should watch..um..a movie! Yes, a movie! A scary movie!!” She says stumbling around the room. Otis walks over to me, rolling his eyes. He unties me from the chair I was bond to. “I don’t want her to spend the night in there Baby, bring her back in a few hours, got it?” He barks at her. “Yes, yes okay whatever you say.” Baby respond while grabbing my hand to pull me away to her room.

She immediately sits me down on the floor and she takes the bed. Baby turns on the tv and finds a movie she’s satisfied with. Normally she’d let me sit on the bed and she’d brush and style my hair, tonight though she seemed exhausted. We sat there for about 20 minutes just watching the movie. When I looked up I found her fast asleep. I knew this was my chance. “Baby” I whispered slightly. I got no response. I slowly got myself up off the floor, I know I don’t have the best strength considering I’m starved most of the time. I just assumed adrenaline would kick in and get me out of this hell hole. I make my way quickly but quietly out of Baby’s room, down the hall and to the steps. I check my surroundings, making sure no one had noticed me lurking about. I take a my first step on the stairs, no sound, I take my next step, quiet creek. The third step I take gives everything away. I put my full weight down and a loud creek rings through the whole house. I can hear Otis’s footsteps getting close to opening his bedroom door. “Baby, is that you? What the hell are you doing. Don’t take her downstairs.” Otis yells. I waste no more time and book it down the remaining steps. I can hear Otis kick open his door and start running after me. “Get your sorry ass back here right now y/n!” He’s screaming through the house. I ignore his words and make it out the front door, it’s very late and I can barely see where I’m going. I just keep running as tears fly down my cheeks. “Run rabbit, run rabbit, run!” I can hear Otis not far behind me. I can feel him getting closer and I can feel myself getting extremely tired. If I can just keep going a little longer maybe I can escape him. Suddenly that thought is erased from becoming reality as Otis tackles me to the ground, I let out a loud scream. I immediately try to fight him off of me, kicking and hitting him as hard as I can. He struggles to hold my arms down but eventually he does. Both my arms are above my head being held down with what feels like all his weight. Otis’s legs are on either side of my hips. “You dumb fucking cunt. I let you leave the room and this is what you do in return. You are such a fucking idiot. I should have killed you the day I brought you here.” With that being said he takes one hand away from holing my hands above my head and reaches to his belt where he keeps his huge hunting knife. My blood immediately runs cold. Is this where it all ends? I was so close to freedom and now I’m going to be gutted alive. Before I can imagine even more awful ways he could kill me he has the knife to my throat. “I was starting to think maybe, just maybe, I could keep you around as my little pet. What a dumb fucking thought I’ll admit. You stupid bunny.” He smirks. “Please…please…Otis I’m sorry..I’m so sorry. I swear on my life I won’t try to run again. Just don’t kill me please.” I say as I feel the hot tears run down my face. He pushes the knife harder against my neck. Hard enough to draw blood, I wince and shut my eyes. “Look at me y/n.” Otis growls. I quickly open my eyes. “Please…” I whisper. He leans closer to me until our faces are pressed to each other, I can feel his breath on my lips. He smells like alcohol. “I’m so sorry” I whisper again. He gets back up and frees my arms, only to take his hand and slap it harshly across my face. I let out a loud shriek. Otis was still holding the knife to my throat, which cut my neck even more when he hit me. “You ever pull some stupid god damn stunt like this again y/n…and I’ll hang you up like a pig and skin you alive. You got that bitch?” He says while tilting his head to the side. I let out a soft sob and respond. “Yes! Yes I do Otis, I won’t ever do it again I swear. I’ll be so good I promise. Thank you.” I say just above a whisper. He’s satisfied and takes the knife from my throat. Otis stands up and reaches down to yank me up with him. It was a long walk back to the house. He dragged me by the hair the whole way. When we made it “home” he brought me back to the room and threw me on the floor. “Stay right fucking there.” He shouts.

Otis is gone for a few moments but comes back with a bottle of whisky and a bandage. “Lay down on the fucking floor and don’t make a sound. If I hear a peep I swear to god you’ll wish you were dead.” He states sternly. I do as he says laying on the dirty floor, I hadn’t noticed but my neck had been bleeding quite a bit. Without any warning he pours the whisky on my neck, I bite my lip until it bleeds as to not make a sound. He wastes no time wiping away the blood and whisky. When he’s happy with the cleanliness he wraps my neck securely. I can feel the tears once again falling like a waterfall. Ripping me from my pity party, Otis pulls me up from the hair putting me back in my dreaded chair. Tying my hands the tightest he possibly could. “Dumb fucking bunny.” He whispers in my ear.

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Ace Attorney AU August (halfway progress update!)

Okay technically it's the 16th (lol, 17th by the time this is done) so a little over halfway actually, but still I thought since I haven't had anything finished to post the past few days this would be a fun alternative!

I've been going a little nuts (affectionate) over @augustwritingchallenge's AU-gust prompts list this year so August has been a wild ride (about 40k words of one, in fact. so far.) but seeing as I will get attached to even the jokiest of AU ideas instantly, I've completed* a whopping 5 whole fics of 16, lol. Considering the shortest of those is over 3k and the longest is over 12k, I think the problem with not finishing these in a timely manner is entirely on my verbose foolish thick skull, haha, but I'm still having a blast with it.

Here is my ao3 series where I'm posting!

And a rundown / progress report / quick teaser of all the AUs including those I've yet to finish, if anyone's interested:

(*by "completed" I should note two of the already posted fics are basically assuredly going to be continued past the challenge, but let's say "completed enough to post and be on theme")

1. Canon Divergence - complete - 4.5k words ("For the Murder of Mr. Wrong" link)

Mia POV, gen. What if Dahlia succeeded in poisoning Phoenix and framed Doug Swallow instead (and then Mia defended him in court)? Basically a 3-1 rewrite. Fun Fact: I only came up with this AU because before I even remembered AU-gust existed at all, I'd come up with like 4 totally separate AUs in which I poison Phoenix in various ways With Real Consequences because it amuses me, lol, but he survives all those other ones and I eventually realized I hadn't even considered straight up killing him off yet so I figured I should try it at least once, haha.

2. Colorless - complete 1st chapter - 3.2k words ("Grey Matters" link)

Phoenix POV (for 1st ch --prob alternating after), wrightworth. "You can't see color until the first time you touch your soulmate"-soulmate AU. 1st chapter is their first meeting as kids (skipping the class trial itself). Fun Fact(s): I really love a color soulmate AU! Big fan of the "only see the color of their eyes" type of one too but uhhh on top of that working better for things that have wild anime eye colors, you could not pay me enough to try to figure out what the HELL is going on with Ace Attorney eye colors at any given time lmfao. (Also--spoilers for what i haven't written yet but hey if you're here you earned it--this IS one of my very many "teehee what if i poison Phoenix just a smidge as a treat for me" fics. NOT my fault the man ATE GLASS. That's on him.)

3. Dark Academia - complete "1st chapter" - 4.4k words ("The Spirit of the Laws of Magic" link)

Mia POV, lanamia. Magical boarding school setting featuring corruption and missing-student conspiracies and a most likely overthought system of magic with hierarchies and prejudices in societal views of academic/formulaic vs folk/innate magic. Fun Fact: I really thought for SURE i was going to skip this day entirely, lol. (foolish.) I don't think i've actually ever personally read anything "dark academia", technically--so if this doesn't read EXACTLY that way, there you go, but i did my best. I also then thought I could live with keeping this vague but I accidentally thought about it too long so... plus at least two people on top of myself at this point have expressed interest in more of this and so I have some semi-concrete Plans™ now.

4. Zombie Apocalypse - conceptualized (but not started)

Concept: probably gen and Phoenix POV, but also because I'm me and they're them, at least a little bit wrightworth even if it isn't necessarily explicit in any meaningful way bc they are Not Normal about each other lol. A little sketchy on how much of an "AU" this counts for, since it could probably be argued to be canon compliant somehow, but basically just: Universe where they make a Pride and Prejudice and Zombies-type Steel Samurai reboot movie thing (featuring, you guessed it, zombies), and Miles comes over and forces Phoenix to watch it with him just to have someone to bitch about it at, and then during that time Maya blows her way into Phoenix's apartment as well with the exact same intentions except her "day job" isn't quite as time-sensitive-strict so she's already finished watching it earlier and knows all the spoilers. Honestly a good chance Phoenix and Pearl (who came with Maya) end up hiding out in the kitchen together to let Maya and Miles rile each other up in front of the TV, but I'm never exactly sure where they'll take me once I wind them up and set them loose on the page, so who knows. I also hadn't necessarily determined the exact time frame yet but for it to make sense as a reboot-type movie/special episode/whatever it probably should be 7yg-or-later so Trucy may or may not be there as well. (That said, in my struggles to complete an actually short one-shot, I probably shouldn't even include Pearl let alone Trucy, lol.) Fun Fact: I also thought I'd skip this day bc I'm not the biggest zombie guy in the world, and to be fair, I managed to do Way Less with it than the dark academia prompt so, yippie?

5. Chess Players - incomplete (currently 3k word WIP)

Miles POV, wrightworth. Miles is a chess grandmaster and back in Japanifornia for the upcoming world cup tournament, but his greatest challenge is actually to FINALLY best Franziska in their annual who-can-get-the-best-Christmas-gift competition. Luckily, he just so happened to hear of an artist who makes bespoke chess sets, so the plan is to get a custom board made for Franziska without her finding out. The plan is not to get trapped in a weird art collective labyrinth with some model-photographer named Cindy who keeps hitting on him but also happens to be protective of the artist he's there to see because "she and her boyfriend kinda-sorta owe him big time", but this is what he gets for coming here without doing any extra research into the artist besides seeing his work and hearing only "his name is White, or, eh, something like that, you know how those artist types are" from Mr. Amano. (AU where we replace law with chess and no I don't think Phoenix could necessarily hack it in the top-world-grandmasters-level of chess tournaments HOWEVER have you considered he DID go to art school so what if he just tries selling custom chess sets until somehow that reconnects him with Miles. Is that somehow a more insane plan than studying law? Maybe. Did Manfred still shoot Gregory but now it was over fucking chess? Maybe. Idk. But I did let Greg live this time at least!) Fun Fact: we can all DEFINITIVELY blame my lovely, terrible, very wonderful friend Ben (shameless friend plug! she's an outstanding writer and has some AA fics of her own too!! @kindlystrawberry on tumblr!!) for making a total joke about "well what about au where they make chess pieces instead" while i lamented not knowing enough about chess to write an actual match and spawning this ENTIRE concept. It is her fault. 100%. She is the guilty party. (I want to finish this one VERY BADLY. Save me.)

EVIDENCE!!!!! Guilty.

6. Reality Show - incomplete (currently 700 word WIP)

Phoenix (& Franziska) POV(s), background wrightworth wedding planning going on as set up but it's also definitely just one of my many excuses to set Phoenix and Franziska up as bitchy worsties who can't admit they enjoy each other's company and will cut you down if you suggest it as such. So far I've only written the quote "set-up" section which is in Phoenix's POV, but that was SUPPOSED to be like 5 paragraphs and cut away and then lead into my actual plan for the main body, which was to be in Franz's instead, so. This is very similar to the zombie one in that it's them watching reality tv instead of being contestants on a show (I don't personally like or watch a lot of reality tv so my creative well was somewhat dry on how to make that work) and then I accidentally thought about Phoenix and Franziska watching something just to judge and tear apart the decisions of every person on it and that was too fun to not consider further, haha. Basically the plan is just they get left alone together and don't know what to do with that and end up wine-drunk and making fun of some reality dating show of some kind and Miles and Trucy come back to them losing it together over something stupid and are like "......uh. what's happening." Fun Facts: I really love the thought experiment of Franziska somehow discovering how often Phoenix's internal dialogue/reads on situations and especially people can be So Bitchy And Judgey despite his affable complexion, and her unfortunately finding his opinions to SOMETIMES be somehow slightly okay. Moderately correct, even--occasionally. I know the section she follows you-as-Phoenix around in T&T is really not long at ALL, but I adore it. There's something about it that so badly makes me want to force them into proximity more (to both their chagrin, I'm sure).

7. Farm/Ranch - complete - 12k words ("Two Little Dickey Byrdes" link)

Gumshoe POV, gumbyrde (tho i still think dickeybyrde is a funnier ship name). 5+1 things--except more like maybe 7-or-8+1 to be honest--so it's more: over 5 times Dick and Maggey sit on a wall together and 1 time they find someone else there instead. AKA: Dick runs his family's small farm (think fantasy farm like in a farming sim or maybe horse girl novel type of thing that has nothing to do with what a real farm is like lol don't worry about it) and Maggey starts working at the next farm over as the latest of her many odd jobs. Fun Fact: oh god this one got so far away from me. it was not supposed to be this long lmao. it's literally the elaborate set-up to a very silly Nursery-Rhyme-I-Didn't-Even-Know-About-Prior-To-This -based punchline!?! still, i was pleasantly surprised by how happy i was with this once it was done... two sittings and about 16 total hours later. haha).

8. Nomad - incomplete (planned/outlined)

Apollo (or possibly Klavier) POV, klapollo. Sort of Jove-Thalassa swap adjacent, but basically: AU where Jove survives the Khura'in fire but loses his memories for [contrived convince sake reasons]. (And also possibly loses some or all of his eyesight just to really go for the parallels?) Therefore: Jove and Apollo stay with Dhurke and Nahyuta and the Defiant Dragons for a time, while Jove recovers, but eventually they leave and head out on their own, just the two of them, and do the traveling musician thing, both because it's dangerous in Khura'in and Dhurke already canonically didn't want Apollo to get caught up in it and potentially get hurt to begin with and because with a functioning actual parent Apollo doesn't need to be taken in by him--and also Jove from what little we know seems like he prefers to be on the move and was already a world traveler anyhow, so even amnesiac maybe he gets a little antsy stuck in one place too long. And so like amnesiac Thalassa, Jove thusly becoming a renowned mysterious musician--and then Apollo, sweet tone deaf Apollo, becoming the sonager of all time (like a momager but...you get it) because he's not that into music but he IS into arguing for better conditions/making deals (contracts!! international legalese!! woohoo!!) with venues and promoters and stuff. And then--oops dang Lamioir still exists and now they have a meet-cute (2 electric bugaloo) (but by then it's later enough Trucy still exists because it will be a cold day in hell when I don't find a way to make her work) and they do music collabs or join up to form a group or whatever and OOPS this means now that Apollo and Jove are with Lamioir when The Gavinners / Klavier specifically meet her and get her to come to do the Guitar's Serenade concert eventually. And Apollo and Klavier ofc thusly also have a meet-cute and then talk and bond etc etc. AND THEN the au STOPS THERE and I DON'T think about how without Apollo Phoenix is totally getting convicted of Zak's murder because there's no way that trial works out as well for him with some other attorney and I also don't think about how reasonable it would then be that maybe Trucy ends up helping Valant with his work setting up the trick for the concert afterward on account of the one father in prison and the other being dead and having left behind a notarized confession clearing Valant's name of suspicion, etc. AND I DEFINITELY do not think about how i could then still so easily get everyone in one place at the concert for Turnabout Serenade and/or any possible funny Sibling (And Thalassa) Reveal that could happen i dont i dont i do not--

9. Accidental Baby Acquisition - conceptualized (not started)

Gen, possibly my weakest / least defined idea on this list, but basically: Phoenix kind of already lives this in canon, lol (insomuch as an 8yo counts as a baby) so I thought, well, how to take it a different direction, then? And I thought, I don't usually go for a Phoenix Fey kind of au because I personally really love the relationships he has with all the Feys as-is in canon and so it's not quite as funny to me as, say, a Miles Fey AU where like Misty and Gregory are married, or any of the ones in that bent, because I'm sorry but that's just SO funny (and sad, but mostly funny) any way you slice it--plus his NAME is RIGHT THERE mia-miles-maya he FITS--anyhow, that completely aside, there are just a lot of reasons I really love the platonic relationships the Feys already have with Phoenix and I don't think it NEEDS to be made specifically familial to still be so very important, y'know? BUT. That said. AU where Phoenix is idk abandoned as a baby or maybe his parents die young or something and it's like a Thing to leave babies at temples or churches or whatever, right? So like--Phoenix adopted by the Feys AU but only because the more i considered it the more i thought it would be WILD for him to literally know Maya her entire life, and it's fascinating to me to consider a Maya who ISN'T basically left all alone to her own devices (and Morgan's) and who has someone absolutely in her corner in the village the entire time even after Mia leaves (who isn't a baby when Mia leaves, love you tho Pearls), AND also and perhaps more importantly, the ships-passing-in-the-night-ness of a scene where, like: Morgan does something sketchy or whatever and Phoenix wants to keep Mia updated but for whatever reason decides to go down to the city and actually tell her in person and so he's waiting outside the courthouse or something (possibly part of or perhaps Most Of the reason he goes in person is because he knows her first courtroom trial is that day and he wants to see her + hear how it went) and when he gets there she's in a heated argument with some asshole in a fancy over-embellished jacket and once that guy leaves Phoenix is like "Sheesh, what's his problem?" You know???? And maybe he really would never even know!!!! Bc he grew up in Kurain!!!! And has no reason to care!!! About some random prosecutor who was mean to Mia!! Aaaah!!! So that, and on top of that, Diego would be there too ofc at that point, and I feel like he would ALSO be quite a funny interaction in this scenario. ("Wow, someone's popular, kitten, you have all sorts of guys waiting on a chance to talk to you, heh?" "Uh.--I'm sorry, WHAT did you just call her")

10. Enemies-to-Allies - incomplete (currently 370 word WIP)

Ema POV, faraskye. Cyberpunk AU where Lana is still under Gant's thumb and Ema, with no other way to stay close to her and getting rejected from any of the sorts of jobs she really wants to do, decides to just join the security force (or cyber police or w/e I decide to call it) and is tasked with hunting down the Yatagarasu, guerilla hacker supreme who is threatening the sanctity of the capitalist overlords. Except Ema's squad gets ambushed and she's captured and tied to a pole, and with her useless fop partner seemingly not coming to rescue her (if he even noticed her absence), she does some quick cost-benefit analysis and decides she didn't really like that job anyway and maybe there's another way she can get her sister back in her life. So she breaks free of her own handcuffs (which she definitely didn't modify into incidental ineffectiveness she's still testing for bugs) and helps fix the "Little Thief" device her captor seems to have broken despite how obviously valuable and impressive the tech is, and they eventually come to something of an agreement. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, and all that. Either Ema as the hardware-engineer one and Kay as the software-programming one as the two sides of the tech coin, or else Kay can just be like doing the physical sneaking kind of spy stuff only--or maybe she knows a little about software but not so much she's a pro the way she is with infiltration and such. Possibly toying with the idea Kay herself is just completely an android, but if not, I think she has some cybernetic cyborg things going on regardless. Possibly from or inspired by her father? I also like the idea that Gant did something maybe more drastic with regards to having dirt on Ema to get Lana to do his bidding--like maybe Ema has a whole cybernetic hand because instead of just her handprint on a leather jacket, Gant has some sicko jar with her entire hand in it in his office safe, or something. I don't know why this would be useful to him but it is certainly an image. I also find it funny if Miss Fingerprint Powder Enthusiast doesn't actually have any fingerprints of her own anymore somehow in this AU, lol.

11. Retail Worker - complete - 6.7k words ("The Bake Anything Boulangerie" link)

Apollo POV, gen. Phoenix gets a job at a bakery instead of the Borscht Bowl Club during the 7 year gap, and Apollo happens to stumble across it and ends up meeting the Wrights while he's still in high school. He becomes a regular at the bakery and is already close to them by the time "Shadi Smith's" murder comes around. And also, yes, sibling reveal right away--at least as soon as Phoenix realizes and can reveal it. As a treat. (Other reveals, though, I might put poor Apollo through on a delayed basis. Also as a treat, lmao, just not one for him.) Fun Fact: I'm being redundant bc this is also in my a/n, but, Baker Phoenix lives rent-free in my brain because Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright was in fact the very first Ace Attorney game I ever played, technically, and Maya and Phoenix semi-brainwashed in that bakery was literally one of my first impressions of them. ........followed immediately by starting a let's play of Justice for All (which i watched through the first case, after which I was like oKAY fine maybe i DO need more context here, i should probably figure out what the actual first game is, and went back to start the series properly at the beginning hahaha). What do you MEAN i have a disproportionate fascination with amnesiac Phoenix, even if I have yet to finish and publish one of my myriad AUs that utilize stupid, unrealistic, plot convenient re-temporary amnesia?? Hm???? Idk what you're talking about. Also everyone who complains about 2-1 is wrong lmao it's objectively (okay subjectively is what i'm saying yes BUT objectively) such a funny place to start without knowing broad plot strokes, it's great. I both knew so much and absolutely shit-all nothing about Maya after PLvPW and 2-1, LMAO. god.

12. Animagus Wings (Joker) - incomplete (planned/outlined)

Miles POV, wrightworth. Angel/Demon AU, except I'm playing super fast and loose with the rules on that because all my knowledge of Christian-mythos comes from firstly and unknowingly the Chronicles of Narnia and more recently and cognizantly Lucifer (Netflix) and Good Omens. I know that's probably more or less what we're all doing with this kind of AU but still, I'm not even sure I want to refer to Heaven and Hell here, I'm kinda on the fence about maybe just keeping it all very vague? I also accidentally semi-worldbuilt more than i intended incidentally on account of "But Then How-Why Names If Angelic Creatures?" Format-wise it would semi-follow gomens s1 where it's hopping through some meetings between long stretches but also a kind of pre- and post- Fall type of thing? And potentially à la Lucifer becoming, like, these are My Mortal Humans and i will be Spending Time With Them, screw you celestial duties, I'm making my own Free Will, etc. And i mean i guess Lucifer is also a crime procedural lmao maybe they still solve crimes in the end too. Fun Fact: I didn't want to do the original prompt for several reasons, and sure fuck jkr is one of them but even before I knew about her I still wasn't really the biggest hp person in the first place? So i wouldn't know/don't remember at all the way it works without having to do the specific research and i...don't want to haha. Hence. And I know the prompt seems to be using it loosely / might just be borrowing the word and not actually referencing hp specifically but tbh either way human-animal shifter things just in general I can be somewhat picky about haha. (Okay okay plus full disclosure the ONLY idea I have for this sort of thing actually ties into my day-3-dark-academia-extended-au-verse and i COULD make my life simpler by just connecting the two days but Heh who would I be if I simplified things for myself... *sigh*) All that to say: I saw "wings" on the wild card list and I thought, ooh, well that's still sort of a related concept! Let's tag that one in! So it's still kind of day 12 prompt-adjacent, if you squint.

13. Found Footage - incomplete (planned/outlined)

Video Transcript POV? Is that a thing? Possibly capped by a little Phoenix POV (but i don't want that to get too long), wrightworth. Larry's new girlfriend of the month bakes weed brownies and Larry does not realize this and swings by the Wrights' apartment to beg some kind of help off Phoenix and forgets the whole tray there somehow (because it's Larry) and they leave to deal with Larry's thing and by the time they figure the brownies out, in some twist of fate Miles and Trucy have been hanging out (last minute babysitter/adult supervision? but she's at the very very least 14 or 15 here and most likely older, and Nick clearly isn't the most strict about like uhhh supervision in general lol sooo idk. he's helping her with a project or smth. it doesn't really actually matter; he's THERE, that's the important thing.) The point I'm very clearly getting at is they accidentally get incredibly high (not dangerously so because I'm not going that far haha but also, neither of them has actually been high before, so they are Affected) before Phoenix finds out what was in the brownies and tries to warn Trucy and hurry home to like, dispose of them or at least put a warning label on them or whatever, but he is too late lol. By a lot. Definitely an underage drugs tag on this bad boy because it's definitely sometime 18-or-earlier for Trucy, let alone 21. (idk about other places but as a Californian I can tell you Japanifornia "LA" could theoretically have it legalized at 21 for anyone (like alcohol) and 18 with Dr's permission--which Trucy definitely does not have in this AU lol.) Basically, Phoenix grabs Trucy's phone to get photo evidence so he can let them never live this down (after making sure they're okay lmao), but he ofc doesn't get technology so he doesn't realize he leaves the phone still recording when Trucy asks him for something / needs his help, so the recording just keeps going and captures a lot of tomfoolery and eventually some inebriated-to-Extremely-sober Feelings-Adjacent confessions (or maybe more like allusions). Idk, this was actually a fic I thought of before August and wanted to use as an excuse to try a Weird Format for fun, but then i saw this was a prompt on the list and...well. Fun Fact: Cannabis was legalized in California on November 8, 2016 (the first election I could vote in!!! ......uh, rip. lol. but yeah babey I helped legalize weed at least!! gotta remember the positives), which means it was legal right in time for Miles' case(s) / Turnabout Goodbyes!!! Yay!! I mean, I suppose that's genuinely seriously one way to try to mitigate nightmares and manage insomnia--not that I think Miles Edgeworth would ever deign stoop so low as to use an aid to manage his severe PTSD and trauma symptoms, psshaw, who do you take him for? (Get these people some help lol. They all need so much therapy.)

14. Princes & Princesses - conceptualized (not started)

So I've been reading a lot (a LOT) of isekai and/or revenge reincarnation romance fantasy manhwas lately (like, oh, too many, hahaha. they're quite good and they're VERY popular in webcomics at the moment.) Soooo. Soft pitch: Apollo already gets slapped into so many wild backstories he's constantly trying to dodge in an effort to be just a Normal Guy, he's honestly, like, the PERFECT protagonist for one of these lmao. And tell me Kristoph doesn't make a perfect "Upstanding Duke" kind of persona, and Klavier couldn't be the "wild rake" younger brother no one expects much from, and all I'm saying is it wouldn't be that hard to contrive a reason Apollo tries to get Klavier to agree to a contract marriage the way all these stories go, lol. And also, something something, Apollo from the "real world" is an orphan/has an absent family (also like so many of these manhwa protagonists, lol) but then he gets to actually have one in his second life!! I'm such a sucker for that shit. Slightly harder pitch, and the reason I did not let myself actually start writing anything (...yet): so what if the actual plot of the "original romance novel" Apollo is familiar with from the "real world (Earth)" is actually about the slightly older generation and something something instead of admiring Phoenix as a defense attorney, it's just that he instead was Apollo's favorite "love interest" character (not, like, for himself, just the one he most liked to read about) in every way except what a blithering idiot he became when the author had him fall for the female lead--but BEFORE that, he's a cool information guild leader guy who seems like he's trying to work toward some way to improve conditions for commoners in the kingdom (but abruptly there are no more mentions of this after he gets involved with the lead, which is annoying). Aaaand... I guess what I'm saying is, Dahlia is the original female lead because she REALLY fits the whole White Lotus trope, and I'm thinking Klavier is the original male lead because A) hilarious, B) fits in with the idea there's more going on in the ACTUAL world Apollo ends up in that is written in such a way as to make things seem different in the novel (like, that Dahlia and Klavier are actually as nice as they seem and that the terrible things that happen around them are just the trials and tribulations of being main characters and not anything they're directly involved in). And Apollo, the character in the novel Apollo, is an adopted prince of Khura'in, but he's the sickly younger prince and of course not actually of the royal bloodline (and also a man, considering Khura'in is matrilineal), so Rayfa and Nahyuta are the ones the public and other nobles actually know and care about and deal with. But wait! As it so turns out, The Wright Anything Information Guild (I feel like the actual guild name CAN'T have their freaking name on it front and center lol but you get the idea) happens to know some other things that aren't really expanded on in the original novel, and might be key to preventing Apollo's death so he doesn't follow the path of the original story, and also idk maybe Apollo and Trucy are half-fae or something like that and instead of like Aw Yay Bracelet in this AU it's more of a secret Iron Shackle Tool That Will Hurt I Mean Totally-Definitely-Help Us Later (still, in a way, passed down to him by Thalassa, but more as, like... she's kind of a secret hostage and does not manage to hide pregnancy number one so Apollo's now also a secret hostage, but she manages to escape so they don't know about Trucy, only she didn't tell Apollo basically anything to "keep him as safe as possible" or w/e, and......) Well, anyway. It got away from me before I even really wrote anything, that's all.

15. Secretly Alien - unfinished (currently 2.6k WIP)

Trucy POV, gen. Apollo gets sick of very consistently always losing the card games they play at the Wright Anything Agency (usually and in the specific instance the fic starts, Bullshit/BS) and in a stroke of inspiration somehow ropes everyone into playing Among Us instead. ("What! It's still a game of trying to lie/trick everyone else--like you like!--but I actually stand a freaking chance, so we're playing this or I'm going home.") Yes. This is my Among Us AU. Hi. They play Among Us. I'm justifying this one as prime AU territory however because A) Among Us has to exist in this universe, and even more pressingly, B) I found a way to force Phoenix to have--for at least a period of time if not moving forward in perpetuity--an actual smartphone instead of a Nokia-type brick cellphone. Which even under the wild but somehow plausible considering Ace Attorney circumstances I contrived, is just automatically a complete AU lmao. Fun Fact: I am so mad this one wasn't just totally finished day-of, lol. Why I ever thought I could give myself run of an entire WAA 4-person conversation and NOT get instantly derailed is beyond me. (And I want to get the prosecutors there, too?? Someone take the characters away from me.) Anyway. No, I have not written ANY of the actual Among Us part yet. Sigh. Also I haven't personally played amogus since like, 2021? maybe? And I know (now) that it's been pretty updated since then, but, ehhh, I'm just gonna run off like, lockdown-era amogus rules and vibes, lol. If I can get to the game part.

16 - Hobby Drama - conceptualized

I'm going to go out of order this time to say: Fun Fact: I have ALWAYS wanted to write a Reddit-style fic!!! I absolutely love them and I've read some REALLY, really good ones, so I've always wanted to try my hand at it. So theoretically this is the perfect time to make that a reality and write a r/HobbyDrama subreddit fic, buuut I got stuck before starting because I'm torn on two possible routes to take it (I can easily foresee myself caving and just doing both lol). - Option 1: Steel Samurai fandom discourse, always a fun/funny thing to think about, definitely would enjoy having Maya and Miles post some stuff for that. - Option 2: courtroom law fandom discourse, because come ON, how are those galleries ALWAYS SO FULL. The little wiggling rabba-rabba onlookers have GOT to have investment in this shit. And why WOULDN'T they, honestly. I've seen those trials and I have, in fact, spent a Lot of time thinking about them, not that any posts I've made lately would reflect that in any way or anything. Like I know it's hard to tell, but if I can be invested in the Lawyers Fandom, who's to say the people in the courtrooms aren't????? And I LOVE an outsider POV fic actually, I think they're so fun. So anyway. Reddit fic. You will be mine. Just as soon as I can hone my energy

And, what the hell, since it's so late now by the time I complete this "Heh This'll Be So Quick To Throw Together" post, I'll include today's, too:

17 - Flower Shop - conceptualized (at work earlier today. lol)

AU where Daddy Hawthorne is like, 97% less shitty. And the Hawthornes have a flower shop instead of like a gemstone industry or whatever. And he takes both Dahlia and Iris with him instead of dumping one of his daughters at a fucking secluded mountain temple and seemingly forgetting about her forever. On second thought, maybe what I actually mean is he's like 999% less shitty, lmfao. Anyway, Iris POV, but Dahlia (while not a "nice" person by any stretch) is not pushed to such extremes or nearly as desperate as canon, so Valerie lives, Terry Fawles lives, Doug Swallow lives, and Dahlia gets to live a good life overall--because as much fun as I love using her as a villain, she's really such a product of the absolute worst circumstances and I really do find her interesting so I've been kind of wanting to explore her in a less cartoonishly evil light, haha. (Don't get me wrong, I do love the cartoonishly evil light too, but I like spicing things up sometimes.) Like, she does (more) normal teen rebellion things ("Look at my inappropriately older boyfriend, Dad" "I'm going to talk my way out of speeding tickets and petty shoplifting as a bid for attention" etc.) and she still totally orders Iris around and Iris still totally does whatever she asks very much to her own detriment and has to learn to break away and be her own person. Fun Fact: I have a very passionate love for Iris/Adrian Andrews. Is that. Um. Is that a ship anyone else has ever considered before? Is that just me? I'm not sure but very possibly I'll just make this a rarepair fic as a treat, for me alone, teehee. (Like... it's about the becoming the master of your own destiny it's about breaking out of codependent cycles it's about how I genuinely honestly think they'd be each other's type and have chemistry even though they've obviously never interacted lmao... idk what to tell you.)

AND THATS MY AU-GUST UPDATE POST!!!

If you made it this far, take a sprinkle of my undying affection, and may you be blessed with AU inspiration if you so desire it!! (If you do not desire it, hopefully you are not cursed with it. I do not take refunds if you are. Sorry.)

Wish me luck with completing some more fics soon!!! Unfortunately weekends are actually my least free time because I work the most and the earliest hours so I have less time and am more tired, but also on Wednesday I'm leaving for a family vacation, which will either be the BEST thing to happen in regards to AU-gust or the WORST thing lmfao. If nothing else I have 2 flights, and I actually Love writing on an airplane, so fingers crossed for it being Good. <3

EDIT: Now with part 2 for the rest of the month here!

[theexaltedbride]

Dead Island 2 Slayers X Reader Headcanons (Part 4!)

Amy:

-You once caught Amy playing with a small puzzle piece on a string. When asked about it, she was very shy about it at first. But after thinking it over she decided to open up about it. It’s actually a little gift from her twin sister. Amy’ sister actually has the other half of the puzzle piece and the two of them fit together. Since meeting you she’s actually started considering getting a third piece for you to have. *

-At the theater she tried to sneak away with a few Romero Awards that were left lying around, because when would she ever get another chance at holding one? Plus, she planned on gifting one of them to her sister as a souvenir. 

-You and Amy sometimes share gum via a kiss, which grosses out some of the other survivors. Which Amy finds kind of BS, because they are all regularly covered in zombie guts.

-Amy once wanted to go back to her old school where she taught her students, but was afraid of what she would find. You promised to be there with her the entire time when she felt ready to go back and clear it out.

-Amy has been floating the idea of scavenging one or two arcade machines for the Gameroom back at Emma’s mansion. You’ve tried to tell her that this will be a lot of work and you could just play all sorts of other games. But the fun of playing on an actual arcade machine is worth it, nothing beats the classics. Looks like you might have to raid the pier at some point to give her a nice surprise when she comes back from a supply run.

Bruno:

-Loves talking about his grandfather now and again, and genuinely appreciates when you let him do so and don’t get annoyed or tired of him geeking out over his family. 

-Hated visiting the Santa Monica peer and fighting the Autophage Apex Clown there. Bruno isn’t afraid of clowns, but that freak there almost gave him a phobia of them. When one shows up he might hide behind you because you are braver than him against them.

-Would absolutely clear out the Theater for you so that the two of you could watch movies there and take selfies with the various Hollywood stars on the Walk of Fame. 

-Has started thinking about setting up playlists for you and the group that can be broadcast over one of the radio frequencies to give you all something to listen to when going around Hell-A saving people and fighting Zeds.

-In his free time Bruno has started teaching you some concepts of Tarot cards and asking Lady Luck to look out for you.

Carla:

-Unironically loves blaring Daddy Yankee’s “Gasolina” when driving around, and will get so excited if you sing along with her even if you don’t speak any Spanish. Tell anyone else about it and she will punch you in the arm (but since she loves you, you get only 5% of the normal force she’d use).

-She got pretty mad at the Santa Monica peer when she played one of those rigged claw games and tried to get herself a stuffed shark. Spent almost five dollars worth of scavenged coins to get one. She nearly smashes the machine open, but she really wanted to win one fair and square, to prove her skill to the machine.

-Would absolutely steal one of the walk of fame stars for you and bring it back to the hideout as a nice gift to you. Might not be the best plan in the world, but it’s the thought that counts.

-On the boardwalk by the beach she showed off just how much she can actually lift, and trying to bring some of it back to Emma’s mansion.

-For as much as an adrenaline junkie she can be, she doesn’t like the rush she gets when you are in danger. It feels terrible, full of fear and anxiety, rather than the world spinning rush she normally loves when doing something dangerous. 

Dani:

-When the Clown Apex roared at you both and made you jump, Dani actually roared back at it to establish dominance, but also because she didn’t like seeing you so freaked out by any kind of zombie.

-While she is more than happy to do everyone’s hair, she does not let anyone style her own hair, not even you. 

-While she’s a skilled drinker she’s not actually good at doing some of those shot glass tricks you sometimes see on the internet. She’s actually trying to learn how to do them just to impress you.

-Sometimes when you both sleep together she utterly becomes a cuddle bug and refuses to let you get up and out of bed for at least another thirty minutes in the morning.

-During days off from zombie slaying, she will sit back in the pool and drink while listening to music, though whenever you join her she spends a significant portion of that time watching and admiring you.

Jacob:

-Jacob can sometimes be a little sensitive about his damaged right eye (both because it aches in sunlight and because of how much it stands out). So you sometimes make it a point to gently pull off his sunglasses when you are alone together at night, to look at his eyes as they are and show him it doesn’t matter, you still love him.

-Likes to share his smokes with you, and its becoming common for the both of you to just pass the same one around whenever you’re nearby. 

-He shows you some of his old stuntman tricks in areas you have cleared out of Zeds, so that you can better move and fight across Hell-A.

-Has been eager to show you off to his mother, and actually changes his style of dress and hair style when taking a more ‘official’ looking photo for his mom to send to her when you can all finally get a signal out of Hell-A.

-Assures you that hanging on to the tire of a plane in midair was absolutely not the wildest or most dangerous stunt he’s ever done. But that he’d do it all over again because it meant he got to meet you.

Ryan:

-When it was your birthday, Ryan had a special surprise for you by showing you just what he used to do as a male dancer. It was a private show, but everyone knew what was going on just from how much effort Ryan put into cleaning himself up, and how loud the music was during the dance.

-You both actually found the costume shop where Ryan got his fake firefighter helmet and he went into detail about how many costumes he tried on before he was confident enough to try and pull a fast one at the evacuation zone, so of course you ask him if he’d be willing to try some of them on again just for you, and you ended up doing the same for him. 

-You found out that his brother has some teasing names for Ryan, and you have become desperate in trying to guess them. Yet he still holds strong in keeping them from you. I guess you will have to find new names to tease him with.

-If you don’t know how to dance Ryan will be more than happy to teach you. Don’t laugh! Of course he knows how to do more than just stripping. Knowing different kinds of dance styles is paramount to being the best dancer at his agency.

-When Ryan found out you always had the hots for an old 90s Pup Action hero he actually went out of his way to find a costume of it and a fake moustache. Surprisingly he can really pull it off. 

All Purpose Headcanons:

-After you evacuated Sam, Emma and Patton on the chopper your lover, and the other Slayers stood together as one force. Utterly wiping out the swarm of infected, cutting through them all like a scythe through wheat. Seeing all of you working together, the Eschaton Group realized that there was finally someone out there who could challenge them. For the first time now there was something which stood in stark opposition to their ‘Survival of the fittest’ policy, and instead put forth a ‘Survival of the United’ ideal.

-With all of the people you’ve been saving, your reputation amongst Hell-A’s survivor communities is starting to get serious, and more people are actively calling on the radios for ‘The Slayers’ to come and help them. You’re becoming the saviors of Hell-A.

-Given how big Hell-A is, and how many people need help, you can’t always move together as one massive group, and instead have to split into teams to help where you ae most needed and best suited. But when you are all together into one badass zombie slaying mob, there isn’t a single Zed out there who can stand against you.

OOC:  (*So, according to an AMA by the devs it turns out that what Amy had around her neck was a puzzle piece that matches one her twin sister also has. All this time I thought it was a little cross she prayed to or kissed when she was afraid. I never got a good look at it and kind of wish the puzzle piece aspect had gotten more focus in her cutscenes.)

[deeptrashwitch]

Halloween short story N.1 (Cpt. Alicia Marchant x Zombie apocalypse)

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No one is completely sure how the virus appeared or how it infected the first human, but after that person became patient zero...the world fell in a matter of days. It wasn't like anything the world has seen before, although, some movies did get something right. Zombies are strong and quick, mostly if the person was already like that before the infection.

The virus...

The infection has three phases after the first bite. Right after a zombie bites the person, it bleeds and heals like a normal wound. How quickly it passes to the second phase depends on the treatment.

If the wound is left in the air without treatment, it can change phases in just days. But if it's treated properly, it can be up to many months even.

The second phase is also tricky as hell.

The symptoms are...much like a normal flu. Fever, dizziness, nauseas and body pain. No one really can tell what really that is, except for a single detail that most medics tend to over look. The veins.

The veins become black around the bite, which is the most dangerous symptom for someone that recieved good treatment. The goddamn veins get hidden by the bandage.

And the third phase...oh, the fucking third phase.

It lasts the least, just five to ten minutes. Why? Easy, because when the person reaches the third phase, the wound opens up again. The person bleeds out while their eyes become white and they just have a single moment of consciousness before transforming.

So far, most zombies become immediatly aggressive. Except in a single case. When the people in front of them are closer to them.

That's the worst part of this crap...

"... it's always the family and friends who have to pull the trigger." Jackson said as he finished the story, then looked at the young kids in front of him.

A boy raised a hand before speaking. "Dr. Blackwell, have you ever seen someone infected?"

Jackson froze for a second and looked at the floor before sighing bitterly. "Yes, and I was the one who treated her after the stupid bite."

"Who was it?" A girl asked, curiously.

"...My Captain from back in the day."

"Did she attack you?" Another kid asked.

Jackson shook his head gently. "No, surprisingly, she didn't even try to move to attack us."

One last kid doubted before speaking. "Did you...pull the trigger?"

He didn't answer, just stayed looking down at the floor until someone called for the kids. They ran to the person who called them, leaving the medic alone. Then someone put a hand over Jackson's shoulder.

"How are you feeling, Doc?" Luke asked, tired.

"Like shit."

They stood up and started to walk. "You didn't tell them, did you?"

"Tell them what? That no one had the guts to shoot? That everyone preferred to run than pull the damn trigger?" Jackson sighed and laughed bitterly. "You wouldn't have told them either, because that would mean lose trust from them. Because neither you, me, Edward or any Specter would've shoot. Not even Alejandro, especially not Alejandro."

"I guess that's true." Luke murmured sadly, all while they arrived to a locked building. "Sometimes I wonder if now I'd had the will to shoot."

"And?" Jackson asked as they arrived in front of a cage.

Luke stared at the figure chained to the wall before answering. "The answer is still no."

Inside that cage Alicia was chained against the wall, but that wasn't Alicia. At least not the woman they once met. It wasn't the Captain that formed their team, it wasn't the woman they considered a friend.

She was now something else. A being only moved by rage, so they kept her muzzled and chained for everyone's sake. Like that, the moment she noticed them, she tried to pounce at them growling and snarling.

The sound of rattling chains filled the environment while they stared at the zombie that once was their Captain. But...her movements were still looking tense and unwilling. Almost like she was holding back somehow.

"She still doesn't want attack us, huh?" Jackson asked with watery eyes.

Luke shook his head. "No, she tries to...hold back."

"This is stupid."

"What?"

"Luke, this is stupid. It's painful for everyone having her here! We...we need to do something!"

Luke looked at Jackson with sadness, noticing how the tears fell from his eyes for the first time since Alicia transformed. "...Do you still feel guilty?"

Jackson choked with his tears and looked away. "How am I supposed not to? I treated her first, if only I identified that a zombie bit her..."

"We couldn't have done anything anyway. It wasn't your fault, Jackson."

"It was. It was my fault! And...and I'll never forget that day. It just keeps reminding me of my incompetence."

Luke looked at Jackson and stayed in silence, just putting a hand over his shoulder as a comfort gesture. He tried to ignore the growling and the chains rattling from inside the cage.

He also remembered that day.

Half a year ago:

They were scouting the area next to the camp, all the team with Alejandro and Rudy were walking around. Everyone was joking while they walked. Until Alicia stopped and bend forward like she was about to puke.

Alejandro tried to approach her first, but she stopped him, extending a hand to keep her distance. She stumbled away from the group while everyone was worried for her.

"Licia?" Edward asked, worried sick.

"I'm fine. I'm...fine." She murmured while blood dripped down to the floor.

Alejandro tried to reach her, but she stumbled away while the blood left a path. "Amor, what's wrong?"

"Forgive me."

"What?"

"Please forgive me, I'm sorry." She whispered softly while she looked up at them.

Everyone backed away a step, pale and trembling, when they stared at how her eyes slowly became white. Alicia tried to stop the bleeding from the old bite in her neck, but was trembling scared too.

"Please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She whispered while she looked at them.

No one knew how to react.

"Shoot me. I beg you, I don't want to hurt anyone. Please..." She said while her eyes became white completely and she lost all consciousness.

When they tried to speak to her, she just answered with growls, but didn't pounced. It was the perfect moment to shoot before she attacked. But none of them did.

No one was able to raise their rifle and pull the trigger.

Only Rudy could move, but even he wasn't able to shoot. He just was able to knock her out, but even then, he apologized over and over again.

Since then, all of them have kept her inside that building and cage. All out of hope that one day, a cure might be created and all could go back to what it was. Yet...hope was all they had so far.

No cure. No escape.

[mossy-thing]

15 Questions for 15 followers

Thank you @tathrin for tagging me! I know that it has been literal months, but I forgot I had screenshotted the questions and couldn't find them on your blog. Oops. Anyway!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Indeed I am! Alexander the Great, to be precise! Why would my mum name her child after a colonising murderer? I kept kicking her. Like, in uterus. I was a very agressive fetus. And also a very agressive baby, I just kept. Biting her. Like I was angry she gave me life. (Which on second thought, considering the people I've had to deal with so far... understandable, little me.)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Tonight! I had a recurring nigtmare of a zombie chasing me. I escaped, the thing that made it a nightmare was that I had locked it in with my family. And when I woke up, I was convinced I had killed them.

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I hopefully never will! Fun fact about 8 year old me, when a teacher told us that every girl would find a boy to settle down and have kids with one day in sex ed, I very confidently announced that I would never start a family because it would hold me back in my career. This is like one of those moments I should have realised I'm aroace, lol.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Kind of. The issue is that people often think I'm serious.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

When I see them, what they look like. When I talk to them on the phone, it's their voice. Is there another option?

6. What's your eyecolour?

Green.

7. Scary movies or good endings?

Both, as long as I get to analyze the living hell out of them. (Example: when watching The Menu for the first time, I kept bothering my mum like: Look, she said she doesn't want an intellectually callenging dinner and he literally crushes meatballs that look like brains for her cheeseburger! Mum look! Mum isn't this amazing??) I also really love tortured characters, so scary movies or stuff with a lot of angst potential is what I usually gravitate towards, but I really like some happy movies too.

8. Any special talents?

First and foremost, I don't really believe in talents, and get irrationally angry when people tell me I must have a natural gift or something because to me, that implies I didn't work my ass off for years to get to a good point but that Fortuna just emptied a bucket of goods over my head as soon as I entered this world kicking, screaming and biting everyone. The only thing that I would count as a talent (in a very loose meaning of the word) is that I started reading whole books about 3 months after getting to school. I think that's hyperlexia? Might be wrong, I never really researched it.

9. Where were you born?

Not in switzerland, despite my elementary school certificate saying so.

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, drawing, playing the lyre, at the moment everything Tolkien, though that can change in like a day to something completely different.

11. Do you have any pets?

I do!! She is a cat, her name is Indira, she is very cuddly and sounds permanently pissed, to the point that a friend who was watching her while we were on vacation sent us a very concerned message because she had actually meowed like a normal cat for once. She hates other animals of all kinds, had to be kept in a seperate room in the shelter we picked her up from, was born on the same day as me (though two years later) and has a habit of sitting in a spot in the garden where she can be seen by the dogs on both sides of the fence and meowing very provocatively. The people in the shelter actually wanted to name her Diva because she is such a little bitch, but they decided on Indira since they thought people wouldn't take her in if her name was Diva. I love her very much.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I was forced to play batminton in 7th grade because of a stupid rule that said that all band kids had to do a sport thing too. I hated every second of it.

13. How tall are you?

1,63m. At my birth, people calcualted that I would never get over 1,45, and I was the shortest kid in everything until I was 16, when I grew 20 centimeters at once without warning. I very much enjoy telling people I am taller than them.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Art and English.

15. Dream job?

A published author. I am actually working on a trilogy right now! It might take a while until I actually get it done though. Does anyone know how cold it has to be that your fingers have to be amputated? Google is failing me.

Tagging (only if you want, also yay I have nearly enough followers to actually do this now!) @strawberriesinmoominvalley @dirtmuse @babybat98 @eight-ball-juice @liamwinters @harmoniousworld @hyperlexia-1 @daeron-the-flautist @mistergandalf @the-sewerrats @slowdeathhymn @suuzzzzzzannnnn otherwise this is an open tag.

[folightening]

wip tag game 🍎

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Thanks @sorvete-de-pacoca for the tag!

I have so, so many wips and most of them are titled by ship/character or basic idea in a ship folder, so I picked some of the ones a bit more specific.

Stalker Spain - Human au. Antonio is stalking Romano. Romano actually doesn't mind. Will need so many warnings. I'm having fun with it.

Spain into "cardverse" - Human au, Spamano. Antonio is transported into another dimension. Gets pulled into stuff by Romano. Not actual cardverse, I just needed a setting I could easily remember.

Spamano Arranged Marriage - Humans. Antonio has a choice between the Vargas siblings for some political marriage and shocks everyone by choosing Romano.

Regrets? - Rusliet. Lithuania thinking about his feelings, talking about wishing things were different, loving Ivan but not Russia... Not exactly sure what I'm doing.

Handing his heart to Liet - Y'know how Russia's heart apparently fell out in a strip? Never saw it myself, but I've heard of it. So he hands his literal heart to Liet and Liet is not as touched as Rus would have hoped.

Scotfra - Fake Dating Au, Humans. Them being friends irritates Arthur. So if they were dating... They both do enjoy irritating Arthur. And of course feelings are caught.

Romano and the Chibi Spains - Spain is somehow turned into not just one chibi, but multiple. And they're spread out all over. Romano has to gather them together to get Spain back to normal.

PortSwiss Dreams AU - Humans. Inspired by the Hallmark movie In My Dreams. The fountain lets them see their "true love" in their dreams for seven days after they make a wish (need not be related to romance). Switz does it to humor Liecht; what happens happens. Port does it as a last chance to find a reason to stay alive. Will need warnings for Port.

Hetalia Not Zombies AU - They are attacked by beings from some other dimension. Switching pov. I'm having a lot of fun with it, but it isn't fleshed out or finished enough to properly share.

PortSwiss & UKUS - Engport - Humans. Engport are engaged but uninterested in actually getting married. There are expectations for them to be together. But Arthur is in love with Alfred, and João falls in love with Vash.

Murder Mystery - Nations. Russia is (temporarily) killed. Everyone has motive so America jumps at the chance to do a murder mystery. They have until Russia comes back and tells them who did it to figure it out for themselves. Probably the only fic I will ever have lietpol in.

Island Retreat Horror - An excuse to play around with their immortality and put them through things. Some cult wants to test things and learn more about the personifications, tricks them onto the island, and puts them through situations.

Iberian Prince and the Pauper - Humans. Spamano and Portswiss. More Barbie's version than the original but I still did my own thing. Port is the prince, Spain is the pauper. Switz is Port's personal guard, Romano is the foreign prince Port's supposed to be marrying. Portspa swap places after Port is kidnapped but Turkey for political reasons (I haven't fully figured that part out yet). Spain falls in love with Romano while doing a bad job of pretending to be Port.

No idea who to tag here; consider this your tag if you want an excuse to talk about wips.

[lastlycoris]

I’m in jail, I think. Actual jail, I think. There’s a camera inside with me. My phone is inside and a couple houseplants. My willow tree is there. I have long given up logicking how it’s been moving around. 

I’m in some place called Arkham. I don’t know what’s going on. But apparently they’re considering me for parole? There’s something massive inside my head that’s been slowly seeping in - I think they’re memories, but it’s not like the memory transference from the willow, the jian, and the mountain. They’re coming from somewhere else entirely.   

I’ll just start at the beginning. 

I had been in surgery when something out of a horror movie happened. Zombies. Thousands and thousands of zombies, just out of the blue, surrounding the field hospital. The military had tanks and tried shelling them from afar, but it did little. They regenerated from everything the magical healers and the military threw at them, getting stronger and faster as they did. 

They eventually overran the military defensive line. 

The healers that the Night Faction lended us and the medical personnel were evacuated to the rooftops. We tried saving as many patients as we could... but we couldn’t save the most injured. I’m so sorry. 

That’s when the conflicts between the healers and the military happened. One of the military men was bleeding out, and the one in charged demanded that he be healed - the healer said he couldn’t do that because magical healing is not designed to work with normal people. I tried speaking up for the healers to confirm their statement, but the military folk would not listen. Some additional words were said that don’t need repeating. At gunpoint, the healer was forced to heal...

And the man aged before our eyes - and turned into a withered corpse. The military man shot the healer in the head. Which prompted the two groups to almost attack each other, but the real problem started banging on the barricaded doors. If it weren’t for that, I don’t think any of us normal folk would have been left alive. 

--

Some guy wearing green and wielding a spear appeared from the skies. Started yelling something - didn’t hear what, given how we were all being corralled up the stairs. But it gave me a feeling of reassurance. 

We came up the stairs, only to find a large green skull in the sky. And then...nothing. It’s like the world broke; I don’t really have the words to describe it more than that. Whatever happened knocked us all unconscious, including me. And yet I could somewhat perceive what was going on. I think I was starting to hallucinate again - a man in a hanfu, large like a mountain, looks over at me and shakes his head - simply saying “I don’t have anything to show you” in perfect ancient dialect and vanishes.

When that happened, I could feel the tremors beneath my body. Like the vibrations of the earth itself. I couldn’t move. Or open my eyes. But I could tell that whatever zombie horde there was was gone - replaced by six or seven extremely powerful people. All attacking what I presumed was the guy dressed in green and wielding a spear. 

I wasn’t able to observe for long. Because after some time, something from above - large - struck the rooftop we were on. It was so fast. I thought I was dead. But it instead lifted us all up. And then nothing.

I found myself here. 

[thistleandthorn-events]

HEADCANON EVENT

January 20-29 will be the time frame for an online question-answer sessions. You’re all encouraged to dig down deep to be able to answer these with more than one-word answers. Take from the list below and send to another student for them to answer. In turn, you will answer those sent to you. We are offering 10 points for each completed answer (again, remember we’re not looking for one-word things here). Little rule here: If you get an ask, you need to send one. These answers will need to be PUBLIC in order to count.

OOC:

Alright, so basically this is a Headcanon event. Answers should be well thought out and at least 3-4 sentences to count - some kind of explanation. The answers that are just “yes/no” or single word/sentence answers will not be counted. FOR POINTS: Set up a masterlist with the links to the asks and post the masterlist link in the channel set up in the OOC Discord server. We have some ideas to get you started below, but we will allow for vague additional questions. We are looking for questions that allow to think back in your character’s backstory or build head canons for characters - NOT like normal anons that are specific to a person or event. If you get one, SEND ONE (or more). This only works if everyone is participating. They can be anon or not, so please send them out. Also, use this opportunity to send things to people you don’t normally talk to. These asks can be played off of as well, so keep that in mind.

Here's some to start you off:

What is your preferred weather and why?

What is a talent you wish you had?

It’s movie night, what movie do you pick and why?

Who do you go to for comfort?

How do you feel about physical contact by others?

What is the easiest way to bring you to tears?

Who do you consider your family and why?

What is your worst bad habit and where did it come from?

The strangest thing you have ever seen for yourself?

How did you break your first bone?

How long would you last in a Zombie apocolypse?

What invention do you wish you'd designed?

Which is worse - being too hot or too cold?

How do you act when you are sick?

What is the first thing you do when you're lost?

Describe your favorite day dream.

Describe your worst nightmare.

What did your childhood bedroom look like?

What is your biggest regret?

What is your most prized possession?

What kind of complex have you been accused of having?

How do you express love?

How has love been expressed to you?

What superstition do you completely believe in?

What recharges you when you feel drained?

Are you emotional or logical?

How long does your social battery last?

Describe your friend friendship.

What was the first “when i grow up” job you said you had?

If you were a dessert, which one would you be? 

[foretoldfew]

I could go on a tangent about THE Homura Akemi ALL DAY. People probably didn't really understand what happened in Madoka Magica JUST BECAUSE it was very trippy and strange to viewers when it first came out. I remember people jokingly recommending it all too well. But I remember the storyline by heart, far worse than my knowledge on Sonic.

If you wanna read this rant, check below. Cause hoo boy, do I have a rant for you.

Homura is not completely evil. Her intentions are selfless in her eye, but to the others she's become the enemy. And she doesn't even mind that. She accepted the fact that they're going to hate her, no matter what, all because she wanted them to live. She became the devil just so she could change the world around her, to take things back the way they were with the real Madoka. Not the clone she made within her witch's dreamspace. Her Madoka. The one she sent spiraling into the same fate over and over, simply just to save her.

She was always best friends with Kyoko. You probably wouldn't recognize it at first but golly gee it was pretty obvious she always went to Kyoko each time she went through another loop. (Someone mathed up that she's been in a time loop for about 10 years.) So she's constantly teamed up with Kyoko, no matter what happened. In Rebellion, she went to Kyoko FIRST to share everything she found out. She probably still considers Kyoko her best friend, all because she never judges. She still enjoys Mami's company, but Mami always questions and suspects her of everything. So she tries to watch her from a distance. She still warned Mami, even if she didn't have to, in hopes that she would finally listen to her for once.

She wiped Sayaka's memories of being part of the new law Godoka created simply so Sayaka could live the life she wanted as a human girl. In the last timeline of where Madoka became God, Sayaka was distressed when Kyubey told her that their souls were no longer part of their body, to the point she became a witch. Her only wish was to fall in love like any other girl, but couldn't because she was a zombie.

In Rebellion, when she spoke with Madoka, her dream Madoka claimed that she would of been heartbroken to of been separated from all of her friends/left them all behind. So Homura tore Madoka apart so she could live her life with her family and friends again. Of course it had to hurt. But she was willing to do what she needed to just so her friends could live normal lives again.

She doesn't care how her friends view her, so long as they're not DYING over and over again.

I'm so freaking excited for the Walpurgisnacht Rising movie releasing this (or next) year, it's gonna add so much to my view on Homura and how she literally threw everything she had away for her friends. (And more importantly, Madoka, because she was her first friend ever. Her best friend forever.)

[reidgraygubler]

multiply (kyle orfman/reader)

Title: multiply Request: no Couple: Kyle Orfman/Fem!reader Category: angst/smut w/ a taste of fluff Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrive sex, unsafe sex, mild hatefuck, grinding/groping, heavy petting, light breathplay (hand over mouth and nose) breeding/impregnation kink, fingering), zombies and zombies eating humans, death, descriptions of death, death of a grandparent (grandmother), mentions of guns and gun violence (but none actually happening), petnames (kitten/officer) Word Count: 5,943 Summary: After narrowly escaping her grandmother eating her, Reader is on her own to find other civilization. She meets the Orfman family and they take her in for safety. Reader and Kyle share a special bond. A/N: I am in love with this piece, so I hope you guys love it as much as I do. thank you to @reidetic for beta/editing this for me! this was also written for @imagining-in-the-margins "there was only one bed" trope challenge for june! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

{***}{***}{***}

My grandmother was alive… And then she was dead… And now she’s alive again. Which is very confusing because I watched her die. Like I can’t be the only person experiencing this, right? It’s not some weird fever dream either, I don’t think. This has to be a town wide phenomenon.

My grandmother was acting totally normal too. As if she didn’t die. She was living life day to day, making cookies, knitting, and sipping her tea, just like she did before she died. It was like life went back to normal. And then… She tried to eat me. That’s definitely not normal. Is it?

Who eats another person!? Zombies! That’s who! And how do you kill a zombie? I don’t really like that answer. Because I love my grandmother. She’d do nothing to hurt me, except eat me, I guess.

I gotta get out of this house. It’s not safe to stay in the house with her anymore, and it hasn’t been for a long time. So instead of killing her, like any other sane person would do, I just left. I packed my backpack with a few clothes, snacks and water, and I left.

Turns out it was a lot more than a town wide phenomenon. It was country wide. Everyone was experiencing their dead loved ones returning from the dead. Just showing up, like how my grandmother just showed up. It caused something of an uprise, too, considering people don’t just come back to life after being dead, and they’re eating other humans. It wasn’t an uprise. It was terror, pure terror of the people who didn’t die and come back to life.

I hadn’t left my house in a while, at least since my grandmother came back. So I didn’t realize just how dire the situation was. Piles of burnt stuff were all over the place. Cars with shattered windshields were crashed into trees or homes. And the number of bodies just on the street was… incredibly disturbing.

I needed to find any sign of civilization, and quickly. There was no telling just how long I’d make it alone. I probably only had enough water for the next day or two. And the only zombie movies I’ve seen were Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland, and that wasn’t very helpful… Well maybe Zombieland was helpful.

A long branch with a sharp and pointy end was sitting in the middle of the road. I grabbed it, hoping it’d be enough of a weapon to protect me from the disaster around me. I silently hoped, and prayed to whatever God was up there, that I’d find safety before nightfall.

I was beginning to lose hope as the sun started setting; the sky lighting up with the fires around the town. Several people wearing orange jumpsuits came running around the corner, each carrying various weapons in their hands and over their backs. I nearly fell to the ground because of how startled I was. I tried to pay attention to the crowd around me, but the pavement chewed up the palms of my hands.

A guy with a crew cut hairstyle seemingly looked in charge. Weird to have a gangly and scrawny man be in charge of a zombie take out group. He had this weird stature that he held, like he was trying to be intimidating but not everyone took him seriously.

The guy looked right at me and pointed a gun at my head. I slowly lifted my hands and stared at him.

“D-Don’t shoot! I’m human!” I shouted as I stared at him. He stared back, stepping closer to me. He dropped his gun away from me, but still kept his guard up.

“Human my ass!” The guy with the crewcut shouted. I looked at my hands, watching as blood began seeping from my palms. I quickly looked back at him, hoping he’d look at the human blood.

"Thoughts on smooth jazz?!" he asked in a loud tone. I stared up at him, feeling the terror bubble up my throat.

"I-I… Not my first choice in music?" I furrowed my eyebrows, as I wondered what this had to do with anything.

"Thoughts on dirt?!"

"Ew? Good for gardening? I don’t know!” I shouted back before I stumbled to my feet. The guy with the crew cut cautiously stepped closer to me as he examined my face and body. I’d assume it was because he was looking for any impurities I could possibly have. “I almost had to kill my grandmother. But… But I had to leave. I couldn’t do it. So I left. I left because she lunged at me… from across the table,” I mumbled as he stepped back. “I just need somewhere.. To lie low for the time being. I promise I’m safe.” I whispered as I looked at him. The guy looked back at the rest of his team, gauging their thoughts and concerns about letting me go with them.

“You can come with us. But the second you turn your back on us, or turn into them, don't be shocked when I’m the one to put a bullet into your head,” his voice got scary low as he stepped right up to me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“Understood,” I whispered as I looked up at him.

I was shoved into the middle of the crowd of orange jumpsuits. The guy with the crewcut took the lead and brought us to a house that was guarded by tall cement and steel fencing. The people who were currently occupying this home knew how to keep themselves safe.

We entered the fenced in yard of the house, the leader making sure everyone got in safely, and no undead beings followed us. Then we entered the house. I was half expecting it to be stripped down, or decayed. But when we got in… It looked like a normal home, just no power, and the windows boarded up.

“Oh! A new person!” A woman exclaimed once I stood in the area that was once a living room. She came right up to my side, looking at me with a bright smile. She was very happy that I was here. “Don’t worry! You’re safe now!” she cooed as she threw her arms around me. I froze, my body refusing to move as she embraced me.

“I-I…” I swallowed roughly as she pulled away from me. I barely had time to say anything else as she pulled us to sit on the couch.

“I’m Judy Orfman. Kyle is my son.” She smiled as she gestured towards the crew cut guy wearing the orange jumpsuit.

“Mom,” Kyle muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I snickered as I looked back at Judy. I smiled softly as I gave her my name. It was weird how homey this place felt, albeit our situation in the world. Part of me wondered if Judy had any part in that.

“My husband, Noah, is out right now. And my other son, Zach, is with one of the women. She also had to kill her grandmother,” Judy whispered that last part. I looked at her with wide eyes, feeling a certain nervousness settle in the pit of my stomach. I could tell she meant well, and I shouldn’t be scared around anyone here. Everything that’s happened is just unsettling. When I woke up this morning I wasn’t expecting to have to escape zombies.

“Is it okay i-if I lie down? I’m just very tired after everything that’s happened.” I I looked between Judy and Kyle.

“Oh! Kyle, honey, you should let her sleep in your room. She obviously needs it,” Judy spoke to her son as she carefully smoothed out my hair. I looked at her with a small smile. I loved how motherly she was. It was definitely something I needed in a time like this.

“I’m not going to do that, Mom.”

“We don’t have any more bed space. You’re the only person with a bed big enough to hold two people. We aren’t going to force her to sleep on the floor or on the couch.”

“I-I don’t have an issue with the flo-”

“Non-sense! Kyle has plenty of space!” Judy clapped her hands together as she glared at Kyle. Kyle looked back at her with wide eyes before dropping his head and mumbling something. Even though Kyle was in charge of the orange jumpsuits, Judy was the head of household. Anyone could argue with her, but she would end up getting her way no matter what. Kyle probably knew better than to fight his mother.

“So it’s agreed then! You guys will share the room!” Judy smiled brightly. “Just no funny business.” She then glared between me and Kyle. I looked at her with wide eyes before shaking my head.

“Ugh! Ew! With him!”

“Her?! Are you serious?”

Even though I basically said what he said, I was still hurt by his utter disgust behind his words. I tried not letting it bother me as I grabbed my backpack and stood up.

“Why don’t you show her around? The bathroom, kitchen, bedroom.” Judy stood up beside me as she looked at her son. Kyle begrudgingly moved towards the opening of the living room, leading off to a new area.

“C’mon,” he grumbled as he looked over at me. I looked at Judy before looking back at Kyle. I dropped my head before dashing up beside him.

Every room he showed, I was met with a new person distraught by the events of the day. Kyle just showed me the room. I didn’t really know what I was expecting when he showed me around the house.

“Finally, this is where I sleep,” Kyle muttered as he gestured towards the closed off bedroom. A small smile grew on my lips as I entered the room, heading right towards the bed. Kyle, however, stopped me by grabbing my backpack and pulling me back to the door. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Judy said I could sleep in here, too. So I figured I should take my side of the bed.” I looked up at him, folding my arms over my chest. A smirk grew across Kyle’s lips before he nodded. At this point we were standing toe-to-toe, and our chests were practically pressed together.

“You’re adorable,” he muttered before pulling my backpack off my back and tossing it to the left side of the bed. “If I find out you’re cuddling with me, you’re outta here. And if I see you going through my shit… You’re dead.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” I whispered before looking away from him. I walked away from him and towards the bed. Even though I wasn’t facing him, I could feel Kyle’s eyes on me as I went through my bag. “Are you just going to stand there and watch me? Or are you going to let me sleep peacefully?” I asked as I dropped my shoulders and the things I was holding.

“Until I know you won’t fuck around with stuff you’re not supposed to…” He spoke out loud. I rolled my eyes before turning to face him.

“Do you want me to just mess with your stuff while you’re here?” I asked as I walked back around to his side of the bed. Kyle’s eyes widened and his jaw steeled as I went to his night stand. “Or will you leave me alone so I can get some rest?”

“I’ll leave you alone the second you back away from that nightstand.” His words were quick and sharp as he spoke. A small smirk grew across my lips as I looked back at him. I stepped away from the night stand and stood in the middle of the room. “I’ll come back in an hour,” he muttered before leaving the room.

With a deep sigh, I returned to my side of the room, finally getting ready to lie down for the first time in what feels like days.

{***}{***}{***}

I don’t think time exists anymore. Ever since the world went to shit, it feels like days felt longer than 24 hours. So it was hard to say how long I’d been in this safe house. I wished time was still relevant...

I try not to let things bother me. But I feel like it’s especially hard in this house with all of these people I hardly know. It was even harder because I was still sharing a room with Kyle. And he is probably the worst person I’ve ever met. He talks in his sleep. But he wouldn’t own up to that. Noooo, he’s too good for that.

The first night I realized he was talking in his sleep wasn’t too bad, mostly because it was him talking about stuff that happened before before a stupid zombie apocolyspe. But now it’s just annoying shit. I never get a moment alone anymore.

For a moment of privacy, I sat in the closet. It was just for a moment before the doors swung open and a woman my age sat down beside me.

“Zach wants to go to a stupid graveyard today,” Erica muttered as she sat down. I looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “He wants to visit Beth’s stupid grave.”

“Beth’s his ex-girlfriend, right?” I asked, still unsure of who people were here. She nodded as she began picking at the loose threads on her pants. “You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, Erica.”

“Okay, but when the dead start trying to kill me, then I’m going to talk ill of the dead.”

“That’s fair, I suppose,” I muttered as I looked at the floor in front of us. “It’s still not really safe to do that… Little weird.” I glanced back at Erica with a raised brow. She looked back at me and grimaced. I had nothing else to say, granted conversations between us didn’t last too long. We had nothing in common other than our grandmothers tried eating us, therefore we had to kill them. So what was the use of us talking? I knew a friendship would never grow between us.

With a resigned sigh, I stood up, leaving Erica in the closet alone. I ignored her bothersome questions as I walked away from her. I didn’t want to be around her, or really anyone. So I went to the safest place I could think of, hoping no one else would be there, my shared bedroom with Kyle.

Of course, it’d just be my luck that Kyle would also be there. He was sitting at his desk, wearing nothing by his boxers while he cleaned his gun. I just didn’t realize that till I had fully entered the room.

“What the fuck!? What are you doing?! Don’t you knock!?” he shouted as I entered the room more. I turned and looked at him, my eyes wide as I stared at him. “S-Stop staring! Are you crazy!?”

“Me crazy!? You’re the one cleaning your gun half naked!” I shouted as I gestured at his attire. I quickly threw a hand over my eyes as I blindly searched for the bed.

“It's how I relax!” He shouted back. Once my body finally touched the bed, I laid back, quickly throwing a pillow over my face. “Can you leave?”

“How come you get to relax but I don’t? Roommates remember?” I sat up and glared at him. He glared back at me, keeping his hands on his gun.

“It’s so funny to me that you were going to be a police officer?” I scoffed as I laid back. That seemed to strike a chord in him, causing him to stand and look at him.

“What? I didn’t tell-”

“You talk in your sleep,

“No I don’t, Kitten,” Kyle retorted. I stared at him for a moment, trying to comprehend what he just called me. Kitten? Really? Seriously? “If anyone talks in their sleep, it’s you.” He pointed at me. I smirked and shrugged.

“If you say so… Officer.” I grinned before reaching up to shut the lamp off. Kyle stayed sitting in the darkness. I could only imagine his face was beet red, and his knuckles were white as a ghost as he held his gun.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Kyle’s voice came through the mild darkness. I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Taking a nap, Officer, because it’s how I relax.”

{***}{***}{***}

It had to have been the middle of the night. I couldn’t be too sure. I just knew it was late at night, and Kyle’s whole entire body was clinging to mine as he talked.

“Someone’s gotta repopulate the world… Why… Why don’t you do it with me?” Kyle mumbled into my chest. I stiffened as his hands drifted all over my body. “You’re like the only feasible person to do it with.”

“Okay, first off, rude,” I muttered as I shoved his body off mine. It was impossible to keep him off me though, because the moment his body was away from mine, he knew, and instantly wrapped his arms back around me ten times harder than before. “Secondly, haven’t you heard of personal space,” I groaned as I laid perfectly still on my back. I finally just gave in and let him keep his arms around me. No use in fighting that.

“C’mon, Kitten,” he mused as he nuzzled his head into my chest more. I widened my eyes and looked down at him. “We’d make some pretty cute kids.”

I hate this so fucking much. And there was no way I was getting out of this. I just wish this was when I knew the weird sex dreams started...

{***}{***}{***}

I laid perfectly still on the bed. The lights were off, and Kyle was perfectly asleep. I was envious of his sleep. The last time I had a peaceful night of rest was ages ago. The nightmares I had were awful, keeping me awake till dawn. But also, Kyle also talked in his sleep and always clung to me like his life depended on it.

I’d be lying if I said Kyle and I hadn’t gotten close. Even though part of me still hated him, the other part of me knew that he was probably the last person I had to be friends with, other than his mother and Erica.

With a deep groan, I shoved Kyle awake, nearly pushing him to the floor.

“What the hell was that for!?” he shouted from his spot on the ground beside the bed.

“You know when you talk in your sleep…” I spoke aloud. I kept my eyes on him as he glared at me.

“No I don’t,”

“You sure about that, Officer. How else would I know you wanted to be a cop?” I scoffed as I stood up off the bed. Kyle watched as I walked around the bed and stood at the foot of it.

“You… You read through my personal belongings.” He shot back as he stood to his feet.

“Y-You have a diary,” I stifled my laughter as I looked at him. Kyle glared at me again. “No, I only know that because you talk in your sleep. And at first it didn’t bother me too much because it was cute shit like being a police officer, or having a family and kids, and cute shit… But now… For the last week, Kyle, you have been having sex dreams. And I wake up to you clinging to me…” I lifted an accusing finger as I spoke. Kyle looked at me, waiting for me to continue my rant. Which was rather surprising because he hardly lets people finish their thoughts or rants before he interprets them. “Do you know how weird that is?! Having sex dreams about someone who’s just sleeping next to you?” I stared at him for a moment, trying to understand if he was going to say anything. “Whatever, I’m going to help Judy.” I scoffed before turning to leave the room.

“With what? It’s midnight!” He gestured to the dark window. Yeah, that was true. Judy was probably asleep. I just needed to get out of the room and let my frustrations be out instead of held in.

“With something!” I shouted at him.

“Kitten, wait,” Kyle started before grabbing my wrist and pulling me to face him. I spun around on my toes and looked right at him. I couldn’t help but feel annoyance grow on my face as I stared.

“Why do you call me that!?” I shouted at him. Kyle stayed silent as he stared up at me. I could see a certain confusion grow on his face as he tried to connect the dots to my question. “Kitten! Why do you call me that?! You’ve called me that since I got here.”

“Well… I…” Kyle paused for a moment. I watched as his mouth opened and closed a few times, and his jaw clenching momentarily. I stared at him, as he sat in thought for a very long time.

“Whatever,” I scoffed as I turned to leave again.

“Because you’re attractive…” He finally spoke after an eternity of silence. He looked up at me with a stilled face. “Because I’d fuck you,” he stated truthfully. I blinked, taking a step back before I stared at him.

“That’s a bit of a raunchy way to say you want to sleep with me.” I folded my arms over my chest. Kyle smirked before shrugging. “I’ve been sleeping with you for the last month.”

“You-You know what I meant,” he muttered as he approached me again. I stopped right in front of me, our toes just barely touching. “Well, do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Want to have sex with me?”

“You… You want to have sex… During the end of the world. Bit cliche don’t you think?” I was still taken aback that he just asked that. I’m still stuck in the argument we had less than 10 minutes ago. And now he wants to have sex with me?

“Well I wouldn’t say that it’s the end of the world. But that’s essentially what I’m saying… Yeah, I wanna have sex with you, during the end of the world.” Kyle shrugged as he looked at me.

“If you say so… Officer,” I whispered with a shrug. Kyle looked at me, his jaw stealing at my words. “Someone’s gotta repopulate the world.” I smirked at him. I could tell my words did something to him. It was obvious that he did indeed want someone to repopulate with. And I was the winner of that contest. Not that I’m complaining.

“Don’t… Don’t call me that,” he warned as he cornered me between his body and the bed. I took a deep breath as I looked at him, feeling my heart rate pick up in my chest. He still made it possible for me to escape if I wanted to. But, at this point, who says I wanted to escape?

“Why? D-Does it do something to you, Officer?” I whispered as I lifted my hands to his shirt. A small smirk grew across his lips as I smoothed out the wrinkleiness of the fabric against his torso. I could feel the semi toneness of his chest through the light fabric.

“You tell me yourself, Kitten,” he muttered before pressing his hips into mine. My breath was instantly knocked from my lungs as his bulge pressed into my legs. “Tell me now… If you want to stop…” he half growled into my mouth. I quickly shook my head as he pressed his groin into me more.

“P-Please,” I whispered before I pulled my lips between my teeth.

“Please what, Kitten?”

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered into his mouth. He looked down at me, a pleased smirk growing on his lips before he quickly pressed his mouth along my face and then down my jaw. It was impossible to stay down on earth the moment he began leaving little bites across my neck. A soft whimper fell from my lips as he pushed me back down on the bed.

“We gotta be quiet… My parents are in the next room over. Don’t want them hearing us,” he whispered into my ear as he quickly threw a hand over my mouth. I took a deep breath before he pressed his thumb over my nose. “You think you can do that for me, Kitten?” He kept his voice low, almost a growl as he spoke. With his other hand, he carefully pushed past my pajamas and cupped my pussy.

I wanted to nod, but I knew the nod would mean nothing the second I whimpered again. Kyle smirked as he slowly moved his fingers over my clothed sex. I don’t think I’d be able to be quiet...

It just got harder to stay quiet the second he started stroking my clit over my panties. He knew exactly what he was doing. Driving me nuts, that’s what. He could’ve gone slower, and I would’ve hated him for it… Or loved him. At this point they were both interchangeable.

I bit down so hard on my lips I was sure they’d bleed as he moved my underwear to the side. My lungs slowly grew a blaze, feeling a certain tightness in my chest as he slowly moved a finger between my folds, slowly pressing it into my entrance. A dark smirk grew across his lips as he withdrew his hand.

“I didn’t know a kitten could get so wet,” Kyle mused as looked at his glistening fingers. He quickly glanced at me, his smirk growing daker by the second. Then he carefully stuck his fingers between his lips, sucking on them for a brief moment. A soft whimper came from me, causing him to laugh. “She tastes good, too,” he hummed.

Kyle carefully dragged his hand down my side, tracing over my waist and hips, before diving back into my pants and underwear. He knew exactly what he was doing, on purposely making me make noises. Because the second he started stroking over my clit, I couldn’t stop any sound that came from my mouth, even with his hand over it.

“This is already better than any dream I had, Kitten,” he murmured in my ear. I swallowed roughly and nodded. He smirked as he gently pushed a finger into me, quickly followed by a second. “If you’re quiet I’ll move my hand.”

I hummed as I closed my eyes, my head lolling to the side. Kyle dragged his hand from my mouth, sliding it down to my chest. My lips stayed between my teeth, forcing myself to be quiet as he started massaging my breasts.

“D-Don’t stop, whatever you do… Please k-keep going,” I struggled to say as his movements hastened. His thumb carefully brushed against my clit, causing me to push my head back into the bed beneath me.

“You like this, don’t you?” Kyle laughed lightly. I could feel my chest lifting away from the bed the heavier my breath grew. “How long has it been since you’ve been touched like this? Since you’ve been used?”

“Kyle, Kyle, please,” I bit down on my lower lip. I brought one of my hands to rest over my mouth, while the other held his arm.

“I’d call you a desperate, but I’m the one having sex dreams of you.”

The funny thing is… I was desperate. Even though he was the one having the sex dreams, I was the one having the thoughts when I was awake. And a lot of the thoughts were hoping this would happen. Guess we’re bothing having dreams coming true.

It was only a matter of moments before I was finishing over his hand. My eyes stayed closed as I tried catching up with time. And in the few moments I had, Kyle had climbed off the bed and quickly undressed, leaving me still in my pajamas. I didn’t feel rushed, but I hated that I was still wearing clothes.

Once I had my moment of recollection, I sat up, peeling my shirt off and kicking my pants to the floor. I was too busy undressing to even notice that Kyle was staring at me, watching my quickness and excitement. But when I finally did sit back and look at him, he was watching me with a smirk on his lips.

I tried not to let my eyes linger on his body for too long. When I noticed his hard length, I couldn’t help but stare. Then he laughed, forcing me to look up at his face and swallow roughly.

“No, please, keep staring,” he muttered with a smirk. I slowly blinked before shaking my head, silently lifting my hand to him. I could feel my sudden neediness radiating off my body, surely Kyle could sense it from where he was standing.

When he didn’t move, I slowly moved my legs apart, making it so there was space for him to kneel comfortably. He smirked again before crawling onto the bed, coming right up to my face.

“Tell me, Kitten, how badly do you want this,” he whispered against my lips. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before nodding. “Use your words. I trust you know how. You were pretty vocal a few moments ago.”

“I don’t think you understand, Officer, how bad I need you,” I murmured as I looked up at him. The corner of his lips twitched at the nickname I had so lovingly given him. “Only you can help me.”

“Damn right I am,” he muttered before roughly pressing his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck as he moved so his length was pressing against me. My breathing stuttered slightly before I began gasping for air as he very slowly entered me.

Once he was fully sheathed in me, Kyle knelt straight up. I stared at him, watching as he hooked his arms under my knees. With that, he managed to press deeper into me, inciting a moan from me.

“More,” I tried to whisper as I looked up at him. His eyes locked with mine for a moment before rolling his hips into mine. He fell into a steady rhythm, hitting the right spots at just the right times.

Any conversation between us ceased to exist, leaving us with struggling moans and gasps for breath. My hands ran over my body, trying to relieve myself of something.

Kyle dropped one of my legs, bringing his hand to between my legs. My head fell back before rolling to rest against my shoulder, feeling the eventual relief in my abdomen.

“You feel so good, Kitten,” Kyle mumbled before dropping my other leg and coming back down to my face. I huffed out a breath of air before lifting a hand to his head. “Better than anything I could ever imagine,” he added before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed, pushing my fingers through his hair.

“I’m gon-gonna cum,” I whined before biting my teeth into his shoulder. Kyle ran his hands up my back before pulling me close.

“Yeah?” he groaned into my ear. I nodded as my breathing grew ragged. “Me too,” he added as his movements grew faulty. He pressed his forehead to mine, his heavy breath fanning across my skin. My eyes stayed glued to his.

“Do it, please do it,” I whimpered. Kyle’s eyes grew darker the moment the heaviness of my words hit him. I don’t think I was supposed to notice his brief pause, but I did. “I’m serious.”

“You know what-”

“God, Kyle, I know. I know what it’ll mean,” I cut him off, lifting my back up into his body. He looked at me for a brief moment before capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. I threw my arms around his neck, holding him close to me.

“If that’s what you want,” he moaned, his movements turning sloppy. I knew I wasn’t about to last long. “Someone’s gotta have my kid.”

“Let it be me then,” I cried out. My legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place. “Please.” My whole body tensed around his as my head fell back as I tried to keep quiet. Kyle looked down at me before putting his hand over my mouth. Then a warmth- that I didn’t realize that I missed- grew in my stomach.

Kyle fell, laying against my body. With that, we fell into silence. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the sounds of crickets outside. The silence was nice though.

“My mother better not find out about this,” Kyle said after an eternity. I laughed and shook my head.

“Then you better hope I don’t end up pregnant, because she’ll find out eventually,” I sighed deeply as I brought my hands to hold the back of his head. His body stiffened before he lifted his head to look down at me.

“I’ll tell her in the morning.”

“Well you don’t have to do that,” I laughed. He stared at me for a moment. “You tell her she’ll probably break us apart. And, well, like I said earlier… Someone’s gotta repopulate the world.”

“No, yeah, you’re right. She’d probably kill me if she found out we’re having sex,” he stated before trying to move away from me. “Actually I think she’d kill me then pray I come back to life for that kid.”

“I’m not living through someone trying to eat me twice.”

“I can change that,” he teased with a smile. I stared at him once I realized what he meant.

“Tomorrow night please. I’m so tired.”

“If you say so,” Kyle laughed before slipping out of the bed.

Some months after the apocalypse ended

“You look mighty dashing in that uniform, Officer.” I looked at Kyle as I smoothed out the few wrinkles in his shirt. I tried my hardest to hold the young boy in my arms the moment he became fussy.

“Don’t start that now. I can’t be late,” Kyle warned as he looked back at me. I smiled and shrugged.

I looked up at Kyle with a soft smile on my lips. Although our son was young, he tried to blindly reach out for his father, but failed as he was just out of the child’s reach. “Be safe out there,” I whispered before pressing my lips to his.

“Of course I will.”

“Good, because your little man will be pissed if he finds out you’re not coming home.” I smiled before kissing him again. “But I think I’ll be even more pissed than your kid.”

“Please. I’ll come home in one piece, with no bites.”

“You better, Officer.” I smirked again.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” Kyle scoffed before rolling his eyes. I smiled and nodded.

“Good luck out there. Judy’s making dinner so be home in a timely manner.”

“Okay, for real, I gotta go. See you later, Little Man.” Kyle smiled as he rubbed the top of his son’s head. I smiled before puckering my lips. “And I’ll be home before you know it.” He quickly pecked my lips. “Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. See ya later.” I swung our son over to my other hip, resting him gently on my hip. I turned around and slowly walked back up to our home.

“It’s not too soon for another one, is it?!” He shouted from the end of the driveway. I turned and looked at him as I made it to the front door.

“If anything, we can practice!”

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[allywritesforfun]

How you and MCYT would survive a zombie apocalypse

before we get started this is more of a headcanon for myself. I am planning on using this to write an interconnected oneshot story...if that makes sense? basically its an irl zombie apocalypse au with each character and their reader having their own story but all of the stories connect in some way. it won't be out for a while considering I have to write at least 2 one shots for each character and then once all of those are connected, add Easter eggs of who they connect with and that might lead to more parts. so its gonna be a while but its way easier to write with a headcanon and it is headcanon day so... enjoy!

regular masterlist

headcanon masterlist

dream: 

dream is definitely the fighter

anyone he sees, he has to kill

but you are not a fighter 

you try to think about your situation and come up with a plan before resorting to violence

dream knows he can handle the zombies well, but the people are a different story

he is more scared of the people than is the zombies

you two survive by having one or two close allies and killing everyone else 

sapnap:

sapnap doesn't go to the extreme to survive

he cares more about protecting you

is 100% willing to throw himself in a heard of zombies to protect you

sapnap has seen the movies- he knew this wasn't going to be a week thing, it was way longer

you two spent most of your time getting resources that people wouldnt have thought that needed to survive

you are pretty crafty yourself and managed to kill some animals to make some protection from their skin and blanket from their fur

you two hate seeing people die so you only kill if there is something that they have that you need

george:

george and you are very reliant on each other to survive

“two minds are better than one”

neither of you can handle fighting so you already know you have to team up with someone 

you stick with that person til the end, willing to sabotage anyone that comes in your way

basically become the bitches of your allies, you do anything that they say because you feel that you have a better chance of surviving with the,

it works

wilbur:

wilbur has openly said that he doesn't take himself very seriously...

...in this case he doesn't take his life seriously either

both of you have come to the conclusion that you are most likely to die no matter what

why waste all that energy on trying to survive?

you two brought all that you could into the basement of your house

you were worried that the one way exit trapped you in but wilbur was more worried about bombings and being seen

wilbur was actually kinda having fun

I mean, it was an interesting way to die and you two played a bunch of games

honestly the cutest lovers, you two tried to do everything that you ever wanted to do as fast as possible

technoblade:

techno has been preparing for something like this for a while

you did not know about this

techno was one of the first to hear about the outbreak

before people started turning into zombies, he has already taken you to his hideout in mountains

you two were the loners

trust no one, absolutely no one

snipped off every person that you saw

better they die from a bullet than getting turned into one

you on the other hand carried on with life pretty normally

techno had built this shelter to last a life time

you basically became an old time housewife

tommy:

you and tommy were one of the youngest survivors 

you two honestly had no clue how to survive

you guys decided on the trickster role

getting absolutely everyone that you saw fucked over

wether that be setting a trap to gain their resources or cutting down a tree they were hiding in

your ultimate goal was to mess with everyone and mentally torture them

you were skeptical in the beginning, but it proved to be a good strategy

quackity:

you two were the pitiest survivors 

used multiple allusions and tricks into getting people to trust you

backstabbed everyone that you saw

you did not struggle for a single resource

just using the soft side of people was enough to get you to survive 

eret:

you two were the helpers

helped everyone and anyone that you saw

you two proved to trust worthy to tons of people and that's how you ended up with the resources that you did

you two became pretty popular and ended up becoming some sort of business

had a bunch of medicine to give people

you were in training to become an ER nurse before the outbreak

you taught eret everything that you knew for that you could save everyone

it became the worlds best interests to keep you alive

karl:

you two planned on not killing a single soul

you two strongly believed that if everyone kept their composer and didn't turn against each other, than the world could band together and stop the outbreak without anyone dying

you two didn't want to steal from anyone, so you looked for abandon houses to take from

you knew that you could outrun a zombie but were scared of people

did your best to not meet a single person

that all changed when karl started making posts about how the world needs to come together and help

became some sort of organization and created a great community where everyone trusted people 

kinda reflected a form of socialism

badboyhalo:

this man has the weapons

he started collecting when we was younger but never planned on hurting anyone

guess those came in handy

bad and you promised to keep the weapons and not give them to a single soul

you two already held so much power but what you had

made it your mission to protect people from afar by using your weapons to kill zombies that were protecting others

[townofcadence]

He's thinking about everything, mulling over the unsaid horror of the carnivorous houses, of how things are different from what he's used to, of the fact that screams in the woods are normal and there's zombies that he hadn't run into around. It's like--- he doesn't know. Some horror story? But one of those abstract ones where the symbolism is symbolism but also physical and trying to kill you, or one where the world turns to a nightmare version of itself. At least there still seemed to be things that were harmless and interesting, but..... there was still a hint of morbidity in it all, that was definitely familiar, yet foreign in the fact that here it was mundane. Except also it wasn't before? Based on what she'd said about changing. Maybe it wasn't a new new thing, or something that just happened, but it was new enough that someone still alive remembered how it used to be before. It's almost concerning how nonchalant it all seems to be for Thursday with that in mind, but he tucks that thought away for a later time.

"Ah... well....." He rubs his chin in thought. The first word he could think to describe his home was 'normal', but that hardly described anything when normal could vary drastically. The clearing ahead they were moving toward with a blue glow would hardly be considered normal at home, yet here it seemed something like that was so normal Thursday hadn't even blinked at heading that way. "It's.... definitely different from here? The houses are just structures and don't eat you. I guess there can be zombies, but they're not like--- well actually I don't know. There's different kinds, but most of them aren't like the movies, but I don't even know if that means anything here." He rubs at his neck with a small patter of a laugh.

"There are....trees? Mn-- trees that look less-- the woods are less haunted looking?" Artair kind of wants to facepalm, but it's hard to describe anything when he's unsure of the baseline. Did they have zombie movies? Were they like the ones at home? Would 'normal trees' just mean the ones in these woods, what he meant, or something else entirely, to someone from here? "There's.... a lot of people, and most people don't know about the horrors out there. It's mostly just--- movies and media for them. It's there, but like-- the less you know the safer you are, almost? Most things look a lot safer I guess. Not that they always are, of course. Also I think most of our plants don't really scream. There aren't bodies littered around covered in mushrooms or anything."

If he'd planned to clarify more, it leaves him as they finally enter the grove. Ahead, the blue glow is obvious. He can see a multitude of those bioluminescent mushroom blocks, like a graveyard in the copse. They all decorate the lawn, a miniature asphalt parking lot the size of maybe two vehicles. Said yard leads right up to a building with sliding glass doors that seem to open and close of their own volition in an endless cycle. A banner hangs along the front-facing wall, over where the name of the store might've been, announcing a Black Friday sale with an uncomfortable multitude of colors and a few smiley faces.

The graves look like they might've been those unfortunate enough to be crushed underfoot a while ago, in an effort to enter the building. Considering he'd heard stories that reflected that about his own world, it was his best assumption. But he's not sure if they're luckier than the ones who probably made it inside. Even without shining his flashlight into those sliding glass doors, when they open his vision is clear enough he can see blood and what might've been viscera or other things, dried and coated onto the walls so thick it looked black. Mold seemed to have taken root too, maybe from the humidity and coagulated wet providing a damp environment. He could see the way it covered everything from across the lot, patches of sickly green and fluorescent orange. The only remains of whoever or whatever had managed it's way inside and become the market's meal are covered now in a thicket of fuzz, and tendrils that almost remind him of a circuit board. Even so, there are still some vague shapes he can recognize almost all too well, even at a distance.

His stomach knots. It's not fresh, that's for sure, but he can only imagine what the prior discovery Thursday had implied must have been like, just seeing this. He wasn't sure he'd want to see something fresh if given the choice. His brain can supply more than enough of an image of something wet and splattered with viscera, from his own past experiences.

He shakes his head. It wasn't new blood or-- other things, like the rest of a body; that meant they needed to keep moving if they wanted to figure out the origin of the screams they had heard. He tries his best not to acknowledge what he sees inside that building-- Thursday probably already knew, if she was familiar with the area, but it wouldn't help them any if that wasn't true. And she'd already been reminded of what she'd seen at least once. The less gruesome recollections they shone their flashlights down on, the better.

"Color me curious," Artair asks, walking with her over the edge of the store's parking lot and back towards the forest. "How do you navigate this place without getting lost? It sees pretty expansive. Do you just have a bunch of landmarks you keep an eye on?" Where he lives, there's a giant forest around town, and when people left the trails, getting lost was easier than you'd think. Getting found was all the more difficult.

As it is, Thursday does chuckle a little bit. "It is all a bit unusual, isn't it? Truth is, we haven't studied all these things all that much. I mean, I personally am not a biologist and I don't think anybody else in the Office is either. I've come out and looked at all this stuff, but I don't know anything about taking samples and studying them under a microscope or anything like that. The way we learned about some of the buildings being carnivorous is, well... you know..." she explains by way of not explaining, instead using her eyes and the way they roll off to gaze in another direction to explain instead. Someone was eaten by one and we saw it happen.

She hurries to explain that lack of explanation, though: "It was one of the zombies around here that it happened to. That we saw it happen to. They stumbled on in there, the doors all shut, and when they opened back up later, it- you know, the zombie, it- well, it was just, it- well, it- Yeah, it wasn't a pretty picture." Thursday is hoping the grimace on her expression is enough to explain this time, because the remains of that zombie really was something right out of a horror movie, and even she doesn't want to describe it.

"But to your point, even though there are a lot of dangerous things around here, there are a lot of interesting things too! Even some of the screams in the woods are interesting, hahaha. Like, there's some little flowers out here that I like to call party screamers, because that's what they do - they scream, but they also shoot this like silly string stuff out if you step on them, ahahaha." Thursday laughs as she keeps her flashlight aimed at the ground, picking her way around all the forest debris here and there.

"What are things like where you're from, Artair?"

[mattelektras]

toughts on the new horror anthology marvel announced? also toughts on elektra and horror themes in general?

i’m a horror gal thru n thru so remember that you asked for this

marvel have rly good fodder for horror comics but they just never fuckin use it. when dc was doing dceased i talked about all the different subgenres marvel could be doing in the halloween season!!!! and i will do it again!!

daredevil would be perfect for found footage kind of horror like. hell’s kitchen residents piecing together their own footage of matt vs whatever cloverfield type of shite is going on

identity horror w spiderman and his clones

historical horror w elektra in like. ancient japan w the hand. or just straight up demon shit in modern day.

tech horror in wakanda

cosmic horror w the guardians considering they spend half their time in the skull of a celestial. or they used to. idk what mcu lite guardians are doing nowadays.

high school drama turned horror w the xmen……. prom or whatever and then celebratory vacation to this fucked up island that’s kind of alive but jean also has to choose between her 15 suitors at the same time as dealing w mr sinister’s fucked up cabin in the woods experiment!!!!!

classic monster horror w elsa bloodstone

more daredevil because your girl plays favourites, zombie horror w all his dead friends and girlfriends.

revenge horror with elektra after her dad dies. or after matt dies. kill him for some extra flavour

psychological horror w moon knight if they PROMISE not to be weird about mental health. OR something a la the descent. where he goes somewhere to find something out about the bird god living in his brain and it gets a little fucked up

some more xmen w survival horror in the savage land. a sentinel type thing but more like mr predator from predator hunts them all down

slasher horror w the various wolverines. laura n akihiro have to deal w their father in one of his stab stab beserker episodes

genre savvy horror w the runaways and young avengers

purge type shit w the punisher. i’m sure he will bring up his dead family

cultist lovecraftian horror w wanda. dr strange, voodoo, dr doom etc can come too. NOT like budget horror Welcome 2 My Twizted Mind wendy in the mcu.

home invasion horror w the xmen or in avengers manor/tower wherever those bitches are living right now but when only the avengers i like are home

blade just. literally doing his normal shit

i could genuinely go on for days. the potential is right there but all marvel ever does is like. oooh everyone’s a zombie and the genre has no connection to the characters that are it it or waaaa x character kills the marvel universe waaaa. it’s BORING. this is a company run by boring bitches. elektra is RIGHT THERE and every year i say please may i have a halloween variant at the very least, company that i have never said anything mean about. and every year they say NO shut the fuck up to me PERSONALLY!!! they mail that shit to my house in a big fuck you red envelope. and at this point i would rather they didn’t bother if they’re not gonna at least TRY. horror one shots are just one of the things dc just does Better

as for elektra and horror, i’ve made my stance on the potential relationship there pretty clear. like. she could do it all. she could be the final girl, she could be the dies first and comes back slightly fucked up in the sequel, she could be the villain, she could be pre death, she could be post death etc etc. there are SO MANY THINGS abt her that fit such a wide scope of horror tropes. one of my favourite movies ever is all the boys love mandy lane and she could DO THAT!!!! the innocent in the beginning, victim of circumstance (college, pre death, young adult elektra) to actually no fuck all of you, refuses to be manipulated by the people, mostly men, around her, turns out to be the killer. the audition is another. let her torture the shit out of stick or bullseye when they think they can use her. she already has so many aspects of horror stories in her own, she’s been covered in blood so many times and for what!!!!!! we’re not doing anything with it!!! she’s a KILLERRRR and in a horror au, everyone can die!!! it’s prime territory!!

and women in horror is such a fuckin goldmine too. like especially women who have been through shit and to see what happens when they’re forced into certain situations. as well as women who HAVENT been through shit and just wanna go apeshit one time. there’s a reason why so much horror focuses on women and that’s because they’re usually made by men who want to see some women suffer but that’s changed so much since and like yeah. there are a still a good few that are like ok we get it you want to see a woman get tortured. but there’s so much more substance to it. or there could be???? it’s a women’s power fantasy like iron man is a men’s power fantasy and i will not be elaborating. brad from ohio wants to be rich and for girls to like him. i want to kill people with an axe in a life or death situation. we are not the same.

tl;dr. it’s the genre she deserves after being a character that’s revolved around the men in her life since the dawn of time, and after the man who created her is one of the slimiest motherfuckers ever to leave his primordial soup. she could ENCOMPASS the genre for marvel but no one listens to me

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Hi! I am so so sorry for bothering you, i love your writing!

How would the obey me brothers, plus Diavolo, react to an mc whose an empath and can read auras? i can see auras and im an empath and it exhausts me. One minute I'm okay and rhe next i can't move for hiyes on end and I'm numb, but I'm normally super upbeat! How do you think they'd react the first time mc has an episode like that, where they're apathetic abd unresponsive?

Thank you so much, please have a great day!💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Same mate, I feel you, I’m the same and it’s painful af.

Hope you’ll feel better soon tho x

--- Diavolo

Diavolo doesn’t quite get this radical change in behaviour - Albeit, he’s the Demon King and he doesn’t get affected by such humane things - So he gets so worried when he sees you so...

Zombie like.

He would literally freak out and ask the Barbatos, Solomon, the Brothers and the Angels what is going with his dear MC!!!

When he finds out that you’re just emotionally fatigue and somehow, some special people called “Empaths” can feel the energies and moods of everyone around, amplified by those who are dear to you, and it acts as an energy drainer, he freaks out again, ‘cause he has no idea how to help.

Also, he’s worried he’s the cause of you being drained, for some reason.

He will have Barbatos brew the tea that he knows calms the best, in hopes that you would at least be able to relax a bit.

Will make sure you don’t attend RAD for the whole week, without having to do homework or catch up with courses, and will skip on his royal duties as much as possible to spend time with you, if you need that.

He’d love to cuddle you to sleep, if you’re okay with that.

Will have Barbatos give you a ton of pillows, plushies, snacks, chocolate and only the best beverages and meals, hoping you’d get better, even if it is in the dark, in solitude, watching a movie or playing video games.

Humans were strange to him, but he wasn’t going to ever give up on you, and instead, he will do anything to understand you better!

- - - Beelzebub

This cinnamon roll doesn’t really need an explanation, he just gets it.

So much that it hurts.

He, too, since Lilith died, became more sensitive to others’ energies - Albeit, only his brothers’, but considering how chaotic they are...

It’s enough, really.

But if his brothers drain him, a bigass old demon, then he couldn’t imagine how much worse it would take its toll on a frail, little human that isn’t stronger than a snowdrop, compared to him.

The only way he knows how to get rid of this draining is to eat, be alone and workout with bigger weights, pushing himself to his physical limits, to forget his emotional pains, so that’s what he will suggest to you.

He will encourage you to take some time off for yourself, not caring about anyone else around.

Beel will provide you with anything you’d need, and if it’s food, he wouldn’t even take a small bite out of it - He couldn’t, even if he wanted.

But what he’s best at is cooking comfort food and cuddling you, without saying any word - Unless you want to vent your emotions away or something, which is completely fine for him as well - But whatever you need, he will provide without fail.

- - - Belphegor

Belphie’s solution to any hardship is sleep.

He doesn’t get it at first, until you or Beel tells him what is going on.

He will offer to cuddle with you, and even give you his cow print pillow, hoping you’ll have sweet dreams and that you’ll feel a bit more rejuvenated by the time you’ll wake up.

If you don’t feel like sleeping, or can’t, he will actually offer to stay awake with you, for however long, and will do anything you want, to some extent.

You want to eat? He’ll order from Hell’s Kitchen anything you want.

You want to watch a TV series? He’ll stay awake with you through as many episodes as you feel like watching, and will comment on them, if you want him to.

Belphie doesn’t know much how to behave with humans, but he is pretty sure that emotions are emotions for either race, so if you’re sad or emotionally fatigue, he can quite get it, to some extent, even though it would be worse for humans, who are so fragile in comparison to demons.

If you freak out that you’ll fall behind in school work or home work, he’ll just do them for you and teach you the important stuff that you have to know for exams, since not everything is really note-worthy, and we all know he gets 100% to all exams.

He won’t tease you the whole time, but will be very affectionate with you, if you are okay with that, and that cute, soft smile is only your to see.

[more-than-a-princess]

Jin's reaction was expected. Even if he was trying to be polite about it, it was an odd tradition for anyone who wasn't a Novoselic citizen. To her people, it was simply part of life: if they had two native parents, they all had their own Makango Catch story, told just as often in happy relationships as first meeting and engagement stories. "It is," She confirmed for him, "But the marriage is made more difficult in order to, hopefully, prevent separations. It's more complicated if a member of the Royal Family wishes to marry: they and their intended partner must each catch a golden makango, which is the rarest color coat for them. If they do not succeed, the wedding may not go ahead as planned: they must wait six months for the next Catch."

They walked along, her attention mostly turned to the streets as she was plenty entertained by the various businesses, and how they began to fade away to more residential streets. So many similarly-styled houses, and so tiny! She supposed the families within found them wonderful and cozy, and that was what mattered. But as Jin smirked, explaining his lack of conscience, he only elicited a puzzled head tilt in return. "But parents are meant to provide for their children," She replied, "It seems to me like it is less 'using them' and more having your family support you. If not emotionally, then financially." She didn't like the idea, not particularly. But she did know a little about having a family who didn't entirely support their children's interests and passions. Through the window of one of the homes, a teenager was reclining on the sofa, a zombie movie playing on the living room television. With no one to share it with.

Sonia grimaced: yes, she knew that feeling well. So it was better to hear about how he pursued his dreams. Except he seemed to have no intention of answering her. It took all the poise and politeness she had not to groan: did he always have such trouble making friends?

"That's what my family believes my interest in horror and the occult to be: something I'll cast aside, hopefully soon, so I don't continue to be a disappointment," She commisserated with a hopeful smile. Sometimes, it was all she could do to keep herself from feeling down. It wasn't as if many would take the emotional turmoil of a princess seriously. "But I intend on maintaining my interests, even after I inherit the throne. But as for my stories, well, it's considered impolite for a royal to talk of themselves unless at an official event or interview, and I'm directed to. It also helps that my life story is constantly being written and documented for me, though it's awkward at times when strangers show me photographs from my childhood, to fawn over them. Besides, I find other people far more interesting: each with normal lives, each with a unique tale to tell. It helps me understand more of the world I wish to nurture and improve with the power and resources I've been given."

Drat, she'd been hoping to learn more about her quiet-natured friend. But at least he trusted her enough to stay at his home, that was something. She smiled as they turned a corner. "Which house is yours?"

@more-than-a-princess continued from here

"That certainly sounds...uh..."

What was a word he could use here without sounding insensitive to another's culture? Honestly, it all sounded completely ridiculous. Did getting married truly have to be such a pain in the ass? And just what was supposed to happen if the couple failed to catch their respective Makango? Were they simply not allowed, or...Dammit! Here he was, overthinking something so pointless.

"-Interesting, I suppose. Getting married must be a lot of work in Novoselic. Hopefully, those Makangos aren't too difficult to catch..."

There was a small moment of pause from the detective as he heard the woman's apology. What reason did she have to apologize to him? Sonia had done Jin no wrong. The fault laid squarely on the Kisaragi's shoulders. Perhaps his own as well, if you were to ask him more directly. Despite that, her words were actually...comforting...Although he would be quick to point out that it was only slightly. Rather than get sentimental, Jin merely turns his head behind him, flashing the Princess a smirk.

"You shouldn't be. Regardless of how they've treated me or anyone else, I've used their power, influence, and money to achieve my goals. That alone is more than enough."

His statement is confident as he turns his head forward, giving her a light tug to turn left and towards a fairly quiet street, scattered about with various shops and food kiosks. Her question, however, was somewhat odd and partially difficult to answer, if only because Jin preferred to not wear his heart on his sleeve.

"Let's save that first question for another time. As for the second...I'm still well on my way to becoming the head of this family. My 'parents' view this detective job as nothing more than a temporary distraction. A hobby that I'll cast aside once my 'father' dies and I take over his responsibilities. So long as he's alive, I can do as I damn-well please. And I intend to even after."

The longer this conversation went on, the more Jin's pace began to pick up. Talking about himself was exhausting enough as is but when answering so many questions one after another, he needed a break. The detective slows down, eventually coming to a halt to ensure that his companion was keeping pace.

"That's enough about me for the moment. Why don't you tell me a bit more about yourself, Princess? Surely, you have some interesting stories to tell."

At least interesting enough to let him clear his mind for a moment, he would hope...