#because gods damn it I CAN FEEL THE HORRORS OF SUDDENLY BEING PUT INTO THE GAME INSTEAD OF PLAYING IN THIS SOMETIMES

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spellbound: spy

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you knock on megumi's door, your heartbeat ringing loudly in your ears. you're not sure why you're so nervous. you and him have been dating for a few weeks now, but you can't help it. just the mere idea of him is enough to wake the butterflies in your stomach. It's odd to think of how you used to mistake these feelings for hatred. but you two are beyond that now; that part of your lives is over. megumi opens the door with a grin on his face, and it's off-putting to anyone but you—he can't not smile around you anymore.

"hey megs-"

your sentence is interrupted by him cupping your face and fervently locking his lips with yours. kissing you as hungrily and urgently, if not even more, as he did the night you confessed. you push him off of you.

"jeez, can you at least let me say hi first, stalker?"

"sorry," he says flippantly, not actually sorry at all, as his face flushes bright pink.

"so what's on the agenda today?" you ask as you walk past him into his house. "some more horror movies, maybe-"

megumi stops you in your tracks by grabbing you by your waist, his arms wrapping around you, and drawing you into him, your back flush against his chest. "are you gonna kiss me back yet? you already said hi."

"you're awfully affectionate today, megs." you swivel around in his hold to face him, pushing a few strands of his hair out of his face as you entreat, "let me guess yuji and nobara aren't home?"

megumi sheepishly averts his attention to the floor.

"knew it. I have to practically fight you just to get a kiss when they're here."

"it's embarrassing..."

you gawk, feigning offense. "oh, so loving me is embarrassing?"

his gaze snaps back to your face, worried you're serious, but when he sees the shit-eating grin you're adorning, megumi rolls his eyes. "ok, you know what I meant. stop it."

"I know," you say cheerfully, before finally leaning in and giving him what he wants—sort of. you purposely pull away the moment you feel him melt into and deepen the kiss.

"now chop chop, these movies won't watch themselves!"

"I hate you."

"oh, I'm sure you do, stalker."

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Inumaki, nobara, and yuji are all giggling like crazy as maki unlocks the door, while yuuta attempts to shush them, considering it’s late and they are trying to be stealthy here.

with the door now unlocked, maki doesn’t open it; instead, she turns around and scolds, “can you guys shut up?”

“oh, cmon, babe, aren’t you excited? we’re about to catch megumi and y/n being all lovey-dovey!” nobara pouts, suddenly hanging onto her girlfriend's arm like a koala.

"well, we’re not gonna catch anyone if you guys don’t be quiet,” yuuta quips under his breath.

maki nods. "thank you, yuuta.”

"you guys are no fun, oh my god,” Inumaki says through a quiet groan.

“for real!” yuji exclaims, slightly exasperated. “we didn’t suffer through weeks of them being insufferable just for us to never see them happy together!”

“do you think maybe this is why,” maki says, unimpressed.

“maki, my love, shut up,” nobara gruffs before placing a chaste kiss on maki’s cheek. "you're literally an accomplice right now, so don’t pretend you’re not trying to catch them being losers either... now open the door, cmon we’re wasting time!”

"yeah, megumi has probably already sensed our presence by now,“ yuji whines.

yuuta’s brows knit together, looking and sounding slightly concerned as he asks, “what?”

yuji shrugs nonchalantly. "yeah, I don't know; he has like a sixth sense.”

maki rolls her eyes. “or maybe it’s because you guys aren't discreet at all.”

“oh my fucking god, maki, just open the damn door,” Inumaki snaps. “all this yapping, and for what?”

nobara nods. “yeah, babe, listen to Inumaki.”

“dear lord, help us all,” maki murmurs quietly as she turns back toward the door.

the three of them are all attempting to control their giggles as maki and yuuta eye each other. yuuta merely shrugs, and maki sighs before quietly opening the front door. Immediately, it’s dark; the only light coming in is the porch light from the front door.

“are they not home?” yuji asks through a whisper, squinting as if that will speed up his eyes adjustment to the darkness.

nobara frowns. “they have to be; they said they would!”

“fuck, maybe they found us out,” Inumaki adds.

maki suggests blankly, “have we considered turning on a light yet, maybe.” 

yuuta walks toward the light switch, mumbling, "I'll do it.”

It takes a minute for everyone's eyes to adjust, but once they do, everyone goes wide-eyed at the scene in front of them. you and megumi are asleep on the couch. you’re on top of him, lying on his chest, and buried in his arms. small content smiles on both of your faces.

yuji chokes back a squeal. “no way, no way, no way!!”

“oh my god, maki, hold me; I'm gonna collapse,” nobara quickly says before throwing herself into her girlfriend's arms.

maki stumbles slightly as she mutters, "I might collapse too; this is sickening.”

yuuta can’t help but smile. "aw, wait, this is so cute."

“right?” Inumaki instantly agrees. “look at them cuddling asleep, oh my god," he pauses momentarily. "I suddenly have the urge to kick y/n.”

maki’s glare practically burns holes into Inumaki. "don't you dare.”

"If you touch me, I'll kill you.”

everyone’s head snaps toward you, slightly startled from not expecting you to say anything considering you were asleep—or at least they thought you were.

“oh my god, haha!" Inumaki laughs nervously. “heyyy, we were just talking about you.”

you roll your eyes and slowly lift your head to look at all of them, before gently resting your chin back down on megumi’s chest. “you guys are so loud; maybe work on that next time you wanna spy on us.”

“we tried telling them to be quiet,” yuuta explains.

maki adds, “they don’t know what that is.”

you scoff, “clearly.”

“Is megs awake?” yuji asks.

“nope,” you say, quickly glancing at megumi, who’s still sound asleep. “you think I'd still be on his chest right now if he were?”

nobara half-shrugs in agreement. “you’re right, he’d go into cardiac arrest... shy ass bitch.”

you can't help but snort, which you immediately regret because megumi stirs awake.

“who are you talking to?” he slurs with his eyes still closed.

"shh, no one, go back to sleep,” you coo.

megumi’s face scrunches up, evidently suspicious, and the moment you see his eyes begin to open, you slap your hands over them.

“y/n, stop covering my eyes.”

"I don't know what you’re talking about.”

you barely have a second to process what's happening before megumi sits up, your hands dropping off his face as you grab onto his shirt to save yourself from falling. he also wraps his arms around your waist to help. now sitting up, with you in his lap, he looks around and finds the rest of the group smiling like idiots at the whole ordeal. megumi flushes deep red as he turns to look back at you, who’s smiling menacingly.

he gulps, not liking the way you’re looking at him. “y/n…”

although you’re already on his lap and in his arms, the force with which you slam yourself against him pushes him back down onto the couch, and now back in your original positions, you smother kisses all over his face. megumi somehow flushes an even darker red as he attempts to push you off him in embarrassment, and his embarrassment only grows worse when he can hear yuuta, yuji, Inumaki, and nobara either cooing or laughing while maki is pretending to gag.

"I thought you didn’t hate me anymore,” megumi asks through a pout, still attempting to evade your kisses.

"I don't,” you say before pressing your lips against his.

megumi kisses you back and uses the opportunity to snake his hands up and grab your face, pulling it away from his and effectively stopping you from kissing him anymore. “then why are you torturing me like this.”

you simply smile. “cause you're cute when you get all embarrassed.”

megumi pushes you off of him and onto the couch as he stands up, scoffing, “fuck off.”

you laugh as you sit up properly. "you wound me, stalker; I can feel my soulmate mark fading as we speak.”

megumi looks down at you blankly. “you're literally not funny. like at all.”

nobara seems to suddenly appear out of thin air by megumi’s side, slinging her arm over his shoulders as she coos, “and everyone booed when I said me and y/n would marry into the same family.”

maki rolls her eyes and pulls her girlfriend off megumi. “neither of us are married, nobara.”

“yet…”

megumi rolls his eyes. “shut up, nobara.”

yuji, who has just been enjoying recording the bickering between you and megumi up until now, lifts his head from his phone. “hey megs?”

“what?”

"have you told gojo anything? cause like he's asking me how you are, and I don't wanna spill the beans…”

"wow, you're closing your fat ass mouth for once?”

you don't hesitate to kick megumi in the shins for that and scold him through clenched teeth, telling him to be nice.

yuji is unphased. "don't play with me right now. your life is in my hands.”

megumi clears his throat. "...I'll text him.”

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[corpsebasil]

Hi Pookies I've been working on a Nikolai x Hunger Games fanfic for a while and wanted to give you a preview before we wrap up Modern Nikolai. Lemme know your thoughts :)

Quick Info for help: Reader is 22 in this, Nikolai is 25. District 2. Takes place in Catching Fire and a bit after.

The victors are going back in.

The victors are going back in.

      You lurch off Nikolai’s lap and dash to the bathroom, your dinner rising up in your throat. You're barely inside the room, barely on your knees, before you're retching into the toilet.

"'The tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors.'"

Your body shakes as you vomit, both from the force of the tears rising and from being sick. Momentarily you register Nikolai beside you, his warm body wrapping around yours, his lips against your hair in an attempt to give you comfort. I don’t want to go back, you think. I don’t want to relive the horror. There are many victors in the pool from District Two but the knowledge that it will undoubtedly be you chosen has you unhinged.

You remember, suddenly, when you volunteered at fifteen. You had been raised believing that you would bring glory to your district by competing but, after winning, you felt like you'd lost a piece of yourself. No sane person would feel good after slaughtering children. Children. Nikolai had been your mentor, then. At nineteen he had tried his best to put you back together, a shell of a girl, and afterwards he’d been the only person you'd trusted besides Coen. Coen. Your lover. Your closest friend. After he died, you trusted no one but Nikolai.

“I can’t.” You say.

“I know.” He murmurs over your gasping.

“It’s not—”

“I know.”

“It’s not fair.”

But nothing is fair, is it?

You turn suddenly and look at him. Your fingers grasp his face with enough force to bruise but he doesn’t flinch or move away--he never has. His eyes, that familiar, gorgeous blue, stay locked on yours. Your hands cup his cheeks and bring his forehead to yours, your eyes squeezing shut. Nikolai lets out a ragged breath and holds you against him, one arm flushing the vile concoction down the toilet before scooping you onto his lap. He runs his hands over your hair and holds you, just holds you, until you calm down.

“You know you’ll be picked, right?” He whispers, but of course you know. Nikolai has never been one to sugar-coat things and he won’t do it now, God bless him. “These games will most likely be rigged. They’ll pick you on purpose because of—” He stops, but he doesn’t need to finish. Warner. The victor who killed Coen only five years ago.

He’ll be there too, you know it.

“I know.” You mumble.

“I’ll volunteer.”

“No.”

“I won’t let you go in there without me. You—”

“Damn it, Nikolai, no.” You snap and shove off him, standing up. You snatch up your toothbrush and try to ignore him, your entire body trembling. Then you realize—he won’t have to volunteer. If it’s rigged like he’s suggesting, then he’ll be there automatically because you love him and the Capitol knows it. You make a strangled sound and bend halfway over, your toothbrush shaking inside your mouth.

“Y/N...” Nikolai murmurs as you finish, drying off the toothbrush. The tears on your face are warm and salty when you turn to him, your eyes meeting his.

“I wanted you to live. I wanted us to live.” You say, your voice hoarse. That's the deal, isn't it? You fight and kill, you degrade yourself, your sell parts of yourself you can never get back, only for what? To be sent back to the slaughterhouse? No. No.

“You know that this is because of Katniss.”

Your body tenses and the old feeling of hatred rises up from when you watched her games. Because of Cato. Because of Clove. Because of every tribute that died in that arena, whether it was her fault or not. You can remember how much you despised her after she and Peeta were allowed to survive their games, but you feel as though this punishment is crafted uniquely for her. Two victors won’t make it out alive, now. Besides—she’s just a kid. Who are you to blame her for saving the boy she loves?

“I would’ve done the same thing for you.” You say weakly and he knows you're referring to the berries.

“You mean Coen.”

“No.” Your voice comes out harsher than you thought it would and Nikolai’s eyebrows furrow. “I would. For—for both of you.”

He watches you for a moment before taking your face in his hands. When he kisses you, you immediately think about how this might be one of the last few kisses you can share. One of the last few times he'll make you feel like you're melting into him. Nikolai presses warm and soft, gentle, loving kisses to your mouth. He pulls away and tugs you against his chest, his hands gripping you tightly.

“The difference between Katniss and I,” he says, tone gentle, “is that I would’ve killed myself in that arena if it meant your survival.”

HAPPPPPYYY HUNGA GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES

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@jegulus-microfic jan 22 - cry - 873 words

sapphic jegulus feat. pregnant!jamie (and the wonders/horrors of hormones)

“Mh,” James makes around the mouthful of pretzels she keeps dipping into the Nutella, “He’s kicking again!”

Regulus is already off the step ladder, overalls clad knees hitting the plastic covered floor next to where James is slouched in their camping deck chair.

They’re painting the nursery today. Or, Regulus is, while James is putting up her feet as ordered (not by the midwife but by her god damn fiancé so she better listen) and dipping pickled cucumbers into the chocolate cream as well whenever she thinks Regulus isn’t paying attention.

Which she is never not, and especially since James came back to bed out of their en-suite bathroom with a positive pregnancy test that fateful day a few months ago.

James licks her lips off crumbs and takes Regulus’ hand to where Harry is pedaling away inside her stomach, placing her palm over Regulus’ pale fingers.

It doesn’t take too long for Regulus to feel the skin move under her own palm, James’ skin warm where her shirt has ridden up over the bump.

For a woman that’s refusing to put on anything pregnancy wear related she’s been pretty keen on the idea of Regulus in an old crop top and overalls for her painting get-up.

James chuckles above her when Harry goes a little wild at Regulus’ proximity—she’s convinced he can already differentiate between his two moms.

Regulus less so, since he’s barely the size of an eggplant and all.

Still, she indulges her fiancé, and it’s true nonetheless that speaking to the baby firms the connection even as it’s still inside the womb.

Regulus hums happily, lips tugging at the corners and out of the corner of her eye she sees James’ nose scrunching in delight.

“Hello, babyboy,” she speaks at the belly, “Already training for your first triathlon in there, huh?”

James shakes the shaggy hair out of her doe eyes, grinning cockily, “Of course! He’s gonna place first on his very first go, too.”

Regulus rolls her grey eyes, “Not to already put any pressure on him or anything.”

James rolls hers in return, smile not fading as she brushes some of Regulus’ long, wavy hair behind her shoulder, caressing her cheek with her fingertips. “Love, you know damn well I’ll support him in whatever he chooses to like spending his time doing. But to be honest, between the two of us? I’d bet a Turning he’s on a balance bike before he can even run properly.”

Regulus scowls a little, James unperturbed as she looks back at her before arching a brow.

Regulus bends down over her belly again, cupping a hand around her mouth and whispering at their little baby, “She’s right, y’know. But don’t tell her I said that.”

Her fiancé cackles, throwing her head back and Regulus sets her lips down against the belly in a gentle kiss.

There’s a little sore spot in her chest suddenly and she blows out a breath through her nose, still so close to James’ belly Regulus feels the air hit her back.

“Harry,” she starts, “I know I’m probably not a naturally good mommy. There’s still lots of what I have to learn, and unlearn, especially. But I’m doing the work, I promise. I’m reading the books, and talking to my therapist on a set schedule because I love you. You’re not even here for me to hold but I already love you so much I feel like I could pulverize a whole fleet of ships if it meant nothing bad ever happens to you.”

She kisses the bronze skin again, thumb swiping back and forth over the small spot that keeps being pushed at, “I also know that I’ll mess up eventually but that’s okay because that’s normal. And I promise you—I promise, ok?—that I’ll love you so much it’ll make up for all of it.”

Suddenly there’s a sniffle from above and Regulus head whips around alarmed to see James lips in a quivering pout, chin wrinkling and tears welling impossibly high in her bloodshot eyes.

“Baby,” Regulus makes a cooing noise, moving one hand to cup James’ jaw, “Why are you crying, what’s wrong?”

James gives a little hiccup, aggressively gasping up the snot, “That was so sweet, what the fuck.”

Regulus tucks her lips in to keep from breaking into a small laugh and nods understandingly. James’ hormones have been rollercoastering a little the past few weeks.

“And also hot,” she adds, gaze dipping to Regulus’ lips and then lower where she knows the metal of her pierced nipples is peeking through the cotton. James pulls her lower lip between her teeth, gnawing on it before shrugging slightly, distracted by the view, “Talking about raising hell for his well-being and stuff.”

“And stuff,” Regulus parrots, sliding her hand around to James’ waist and licking the corner of her lips, knowing exactly what the best approach is to get James out of her headspace here now.

In the end, all it takes is Regulus leaning in closer, voice husky and telling James she’d kill for their little family without batting an eye for James to ask her to fuck her on the sofa from behind with the mirror in the hallway facing them.

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Legend of Korra Rant incoming so buckle in

Every time I attempt to rewatch the series, I'm reminded yet again that Mako ruined the series. Any scenes with him in it is ruined because of what an emotional abusive sack of shit he is and because I'm reminded that people still think this soulless garbage is a hero.

Let's go through the reasons for why he's garbage.

He doesn't give a fuck about his brother. People defend him using the fact he took care of his brother after his parents died to pretend he's an amazing dude and that him and Bolin have an amazing relationship. So amazing that he warns Bolin off of Korra because he was jealous despite Mako rejecting her then when he finds out about Bolin having a date with her, he confronts Korra as if she did something wrong. They kiss and when Bolin sees them, he then blames Bolin for having feelings for Korra. Then when he finds out that Bolin told Asami about the kiss he blames his brother. Man he's such a loving brother isn't he? FYI Bolin still acts like he's a great brother through the entire series. Not to mention how the trash bullies Bolin the entire series. He continuously dismissed Bolin's feelings to make himself look better, he's always screaming at Bolin about something like when Bolin is using Pabu to free the trash's useless ass. Bolin is the only useful one of the two. His earthbending and later lavabending actually helps throughout the series unlike Mako's useless firebending and the ligteningbending the writers forget about until they need to make him look heroic. Asami makes better use of electricity than the trash does. Take the trash out and you lose nothing but horrid abusive relationships between Mako and Asami and Mako and Korra. What a loss that would be. There's also the fact that they had a funny, sweet guy that was interested in Korra and the writers put her with the abusive trash who treats his brother like trash. Gotta love those healthy heterosexual relationships am I right? Can't have two women kiss on scene but we can have Mako emotionally abuse the female characters because he's a cis het dude and can get away with it.

Now let's go to Korra. That sack of shit is trash to Korra the first time they meet for no reason at all and when Korra expresses interest in him, he rejects her. But when she has a date with Bolin, the trash attacks her for it as if he has any say in anyone she dates. But then the sack of shit starts to date Asami. So apparently he doesn't want to date Korra but he'll make damn sure no one else will date her. She's nothing but a possession to him. But do you know what really made me want to explode. When Korra finds out that Asami's father was a terrorist, the heartless garbage had the balls to accuse Korra of being so petty and jealous over his worthless ass that she would accuse a man of being a terrorist. And when it was revealed she was right, the spineless sack of shit deflected responsibility yet again by saying it was hard to believe that the man whose wife was killed by a firebender would hate benders. And the shit writers want us to believe that he was such a genius they needed him to become a detective to make him relevant the rest of the series. Oh and the horror show isn't done yet. The piece of garbage that was pretending to care about Asami when he could use her to attack Korra suddenly doesn't give a fuck about comforting her after she learns her father is a terrorist. Korra has to tell his bitch ass to go comfort his girlfriend. And there are actually brain dead people who try to blame Korra to defend this soulless monster. That's why I automatically dismiss anyone's opinions if they claims Mako is a good person.

And oh my God what he did to Asami. She is one of the kindest people ever and that piece of human filth treated her like she was nothing. She was nothing to him but a weapon to manipulate Korra into staying with his manipulative ass and once he was done with her he threw Asami aside like she was nothing. He's always screaming at her like any time she's driving. He thinks he knows who to drive better than the woman who races cars for fun. And she always end up saving his worthless ass while he gets his ass handed to him. Anytime Korra's around, this snake had his hands all over her right in front of Asami without giving a damn about how he's hurting her. Because he's never given a shit about her. Oh and they still do this in the final two seasons. They have Korra hug the trash heap while Asami is right there. But I guess since they're not dating they have him keep doing the exact thing he did while he was emotionally abusing them when they were dating. And his narcissistic ass had the balls to go to Asami expecting her to heat up the tea for the woman he's obsessed with despite him actually being able to create fire. It's so petty and heartless and it's obvious he just loves to hurt Asami. Because the only respect I'll give the trash is not believing he's stupid enough that he doesn't know that every action he does hurts Asami. And she still allowed this snake to stay at her place because he had no place to live. And she allowed his family to stay instead of punishing them for what he did to her. She's one of the most forgiving people ever.

And the fact he suffered no consequences at all for what he did infuriates me. Asami and Korra immediately forgive him and the shit writers have them act like they need his useless ass along to help find airebenders. And they yet again try to make us believe that Bolin needs his trash brother to come with them because they need him. And of course he ends up being useless the entire season until they need to make him look heroic in the final fight scene.

And they have Korra talk to this trash at the end so he can cry that he'll have his back. He's never had her back and he's always been garbage. But the writers prove they are shit writers by doing what shit writers do. Force the characters to act like the trash is a good person by telling you he is when his actions show otherwise and by writing scenes specifically to try to make him look heroic to get people to forget what he did because they're lazy and couldn't actually put in effort to redeem him. They also couldn't have given us a final scene between Lin and Korra to parallel their first scene together to show how their relationship changed to one of caring? Oh that's right, they needed to force the trash on us to make us believe that he has a deep relationship with the woman he claimed falsely accused a man of terrorism because she was jealous he was with Asami. They have such a deep relationship don't they?

The fact that Su Beifong gets more shit than this garbage pisses me off. Idiots act like she's evil because she made a mistake that hurt her sister as a teenager even though she's shown she's changed after 30 years and actively tried to make amends. But the trash abuses the female character for two entire seasons then never apologizes and refuses to even be around them because he's spineless and they act like he's a hero because the writers stop reminding you what garbage he is every scene. It really is pathetic how easily people forgave the trash just because the writers stop reminding them he's trash. That's why anyone who likes Mako but hates Su isn't worth listening to. Because unless they are spoon fed that a character is good by the other characters they can't determine what a good character looks like. Lin and Su actually care about each other even if they have fought. Mako has always been trash to Bolin and has never apologized for anything he's done but people act like Mako's a caring big brother.

And he's trash to everyone in general. Every sentence out of his mouth is the most negative shit and he's the most unbearable character to watch for those who don't immediately forgive him because they want to bang him. He's trash to Wu but people think that was hilarious because Wu was selfish when we first met him and he hits on Asami and Korra. And yet he didn't treat them like trash like Mako does. And Wu actually has an arc. He actually cares about people once he pulls his head out of his ass unlike Mako.

And what infuriates me is that the writers acknowledge the horrid love triangle in season 4 but played it off as a joke. They had the asshole act smug as he's telling the story because he manipulated Korra and Asami into fighting over his worthless ass. Then in the reunion he whines that Korra didn't write to his narcissistic ass when she was experiencing PTSD. Then the writers had him attacking Asami and Korra over and over again for everything they were doing even going so far as to asking Korra if he should trust her Avatar feelings only to acknowledge that they're doing the same thing that they did during season 1, getting on each other nerves ie Mako being abusive to Korra. And the writers portrayed this garbage as a hero.

The writers ruined this show with their desperate need to make us like this horrid character. I can't watch a scene with the trash without wanting to deck him. I have to subside on fanfics now or just not watch any scene with that trash in it. I don't trust anyone who wrote that trash to write anything ever again.

[candyskiez]

for the thingy, do tma based on what youve listened to so far?

Okay full disclosure to anyone reading this I am not done this podcast!!! I am on season three episode 87, and haven't finished that episode, please do not give me any spoilers or hint at any. Thank you!

Favorite female character: Melanie King. She's just so ridiculously likable. A thing I've noticed is she's very clearly Used to a certain amount of misogyny with her being in the industry that yk, gets you called insane. She's so immediately defensive whenever she thinks she's getting perceived as crazy or lying and you can tell that's something that's happened a million times, especially recently with the whole. Yk. Arrested thing. It's just a detail that's very well implied that idk. It's something I've been thinking about with her even though its not the main reason I like her. Idk how to explain why I like her she's just very very likable. She feels like a person I'd actually run into and she's just some random person going through the Horrors, just another ghost hunter that got really really unlucky. It's one of the big appeals of TMA to me, they all feel so much like just...people. Not like the authors forcing them or like they're Special because Author Says So. They're just random people and how they got into this situation is pretty believable. I love her dynamics with everyone, if an episode has her in it you know it's gonna be really good, she's just a damn good character and I'm really excited and terrified to see where she goes. Please don't kill her rusty quill.

Favorite male character: Jon Sims. He's just so GOOD man. I like when characters become mean not because of not caring but because they care so much and everything is so awful and everything keeps going to shit and it isn't fair! I love characters who are angry because of a deep love for the people around them! He cares so much about everyone and he hates it so much and man. I don't care how many times it gets done I love it so much. I love his development so far. While with Melanie I'm going "don't hurt her give her hot chocolate and take her far away from this mess just let her be happy PLEASE" with Jon I'm like "I need to see him shatter into a million pieces and try to put himself back together with bleeding hands." And from what I understand I'm in for a treat with one of those wishes and fucked with the other. Whoops. He's just a really good protagonist and just...God. This will not be the last time you hear me talk about how much I love Jon. Also an honorable mention for this spot is Tim. If I don't say how much I love Tim soon I'll die. He's just a guy! He doesn't know what the hell is happening and suddenly everything's fucked and he responds so realistically to it and he's just so interesting to me man. Every horror story has a character who knows absolutely nothing about what's happening and Tim does that so well because like. It feels like. Yeah, obviously. If I knew what he did, I would've done that too.

Favorite season: Man idk I'm only three seasons in. I guess season two? It was a really good season. Jon's spiraling was done so well and him becoming more compassionate just when it was a little too late for that KILLED me. Also TIM!!! Tim was a huge highlight of that season for me, he and Jon's relationship made me want to tear out my own organs. Their fight was just so. I understand exactly why they were so furious at each other. I understand exactly why Tim was so mad at Jon. "He's not wrong you know!" "I know." And Jon having to restart the statement because he's too emotional??? Kill me man just kill me. It just was a really excellent season. Jon and Tim were the biggest highlights for me but Martin was also incredible that season and I loved that scene in shit what was the episode. Hide and seek. With the Tim and Martin conversation. Everyone thinks Martin doesn't care just because he's trying to make things better and because he wants things to be okay it's assumed that he's taking sides or doesn't care that these awful things are happening or that he isn't hurt by it too, and like. It's an understandable assumption. I've made that assumption about people in the past, though I'm not proud of it. And it hurts Martin so much because Martin just wants things to be okay, he just wants to be safe and for his life to stop falling apart and for from what I'm understanding the only real connections he seems to have right now to stop tearing each other apart, and people just assume he's Okay with how Jon's acting, or that Jon wasn't also unfair to him because Martin was worried about him. And it's just. Ough. Martins whole Thing in that season had me Thinking about some shit he made me feel some emotions that's for sure. Can't wait to see what happens with him. Oops this was long.

Favorite episode: Okay I'm gonna be honest with you. This is the worst question you can ask me about this show because I for the life of me cannot fucking choose. There are so many good episodes. So I'm just gonna uh. Talk about a bunch? I've narrowed it down to four but it was so hard guys you don't even know.

Hive: This is just a really really good episode and it makes me batshit insane. I think a really good choice was making her actually not a very easy person to get along with. It would've been so easy to just say that she was nice and she tried so hard but she was alone because people were Mean :(. And I think that this makes the statement hit a lot harder especially as someone who's struggled with mental illness for a long time it's just. She hurt people and she can't wrap her head around it. All she takes away from it is I was left alone. All she sees is that nobody gets her, nobody cares about her, everyone hates her now, or did they always hate her? And I can see the exact thought process that led to her being so taken in by the worms. Like okay here is this thing that needs her, that can't leave her because they need her to survive, so they love her. They love her and they don't care that she's apparently toxic, she doesn't know what that means, she doesn't know what she did, but whatever she did doesn't matter because why would it matter to them. They think she's beautiful, that she's perfect the way she is, they make sense to her and she doesn't have to change. It doesn't matter that she's not a good person, because it doesn't need her to be. It loves her. Like. I'm not saying 2023 me would've absolutely been down to get possessed by worms but at that point in my life I would've absolutely stuck my hand in the nest too. Like. I get it, man. Especially off the hinges of July or November I was a fucking wreck man. I get her. I really like how this show portrays distress. It's not cute. It's not pretty. People do horrible things because they don't know what else to do. Sometimes you blow up every relationship you have, sometimes you stick your hand in a wasp nest to be loved by the only thing you can imagine still loving you. It happens.

The smell of blood: MELANIEEEEE. She stole my heart in this episode. I was so determined not to like her and I was sold by the end of the episode. Her dynamic with Jon was so fun and also just. The insight into how she thinks! I love the statements that are more like a conversation the most anything character interaction heavy is bound to make me eat my own limbs. The...OK I don't wanna say chemistry bc that implies romance but I also don't know what else to call it? They just bounce off each other really well they're SO similar and because of that their defenses against a Lifetime Of Bullshit will clash so hard but then when they can actually talk to each other earnestly they click so well. And just. God I don't even know how to explain why I love Melanie. She's just so??? She puts her show first until she suddenly can't anymore, she immediately expects hostility or doubt and it closes her off from any help or connections and she can't quite get that actually sometimes people just genuinely are worried about you. It's avain it's really clear she's been in the industry for a long time because she's so used to mistreatment she immediately lashes out at anyone who gets too close to acting like that. Shes clearly been through a fuck ton and I'm really excited to learn more about her. That's another thing tma does well the characters are so shaped by their experiences and they make so much sense.

Hide and seek: Godddd. I love this episode. I love this episode!!! Where do I even start!! I mean okay Jon and Tim are a major focus in it so obviously I'm gonna be having a great time. Like. God. Where do I even start. First off Tim's view of Jon is so AUGHHHH this episode because. It hurts and also I cannot blame him at all even a little bit for a second. There are so many good lines in this episode. Also Martin and Tim's interactions in this episode? Insane, so good, told me so much about both of them and anyone who knows me knows I love character analysis so you KNOW I was eating my phone the whole time. I don't even know how to explain what's so good about this episode because it's just. All of it. All of it is so good. It's just a really good episode what else can I even say here. Jon apologizing to Martin and Tim when he thought he was about to die killed me. Every Tim moment this episode killed me. If I was held at gun point I'd probably say this episode is my overall favorite but like. Don't make me choose okay.

A guest for Mr Spider: When I say this statement completely changed how I see Jon I mean it completely changed how I see Jon. It changed how I saw literally everything he's done throughout the podcast. Everything he does makes so much sense with this context but especially his actions regarding the not Sasha. Of course he sent everyone away. Of course he felt like he had to solve it all by himself. After all nobody else could get hurt, because it's His responsibility and He didn't notice and He should be the one dealing with the consequences anyway. He has this view of himself where he's like I'm the only one that should deal with this and yet. It's not arrogance or not entirely. It's this mess of I have to do it by myself and i cannot trust anyone else with this they WILL mess it up but it's not even that he thinks highly of his own capabilities he just judges (fears) everyone else so much. And his trust issues make so much damn sense in retrospect like. His sense of safety was completely shattered when he was so young, and he grew up feeling undesired and like a burden and. Of course he assumes any act of kindness is an act, of course he's so suspicious of anyone who tries to get close, he never had those connections. This episode is just. So good. It explains so much about him and is just a really good start to the season and I can't wait to see what happens next.

Favorite ship: So far, Jonmartin. Yes I know I've been very basic with all these but like. It's common for a reason they're so interesting?? Like yes very sweet but also they're so fascinating. There's something going on there I can't wait to see what happens. But also I'm eyeing a bunch of other ships too. I am a multishipper by trade. I will whack any character together. I'm kinda eyeing jontim very closely. I will probably whack any interesting protagonist/antagonist dynamic together before you can do anything because they intrigue me.

A character I'd die defending: Honestly all of them. I get all of them. They're just people. Most of the decisions they make are ones I would've made in their situations, I can't get seriously mad at any of them.

A character I can't sympathize with: So far, none.

A character I grew to love: Melanie. She dragged me in kicking and screaming.

My anti otp: So far, none!

I once again ask you don't say any spoilers or hints, thank you!

[y-rhywbeth2]

Self-indulgent oc moments again. About the brat and the old man and the gender issues and slightly the reproductive horror trauma. I can never quite work out how it works in the details but it makes my brain itch.

Ketheric - and by extension Isobel - sets something off in Vel badly. Like femineity and father-daughter relationships in general fuck them up deep down. Faerûn is still very cisnormative in the sense that the identity of 'woman' is tied to biology and motherhood, and that was all very well and fine until you reach 15 years old and your father is threatening you with life as a breeding mare as punishment and suddenly it all gets very tied in with trauma and you start only identifying with masculinity/as a 'cis'man to feel at least a little safer (and because as an extension of Bhaal, you must be a man too, right?), even though by the cultural values you were raised with (and technically according to Toril at large) you are both.

And then there's Ketheric and his daughter who he loves and mourns and is extraordinarily unhealthily obsessed over, and now the Bhaalspawn is a mess of envy and disgust (on top of the general disgust of a fundamentalist zealot looking at a cyclical apostate who sees the gods through the lens of 'how can you serve me?') who will take every opportunity to dig their claws into any opening they can find and twist and tear.

Not to mention the double daddy-issues because 'hello dead foster father I killed who loved me dearly and whom I still feel crushing guilt and self-hatred over and need to be punished by for being such a horror and a disappointment!' Foster father who was an elf. Hit me harder, O'Su...

And then there's Ketheric with his guilt and pride and disgusted pity-scorn looking at this broken, brainwashed 'child' desperate for parental love and attention. Who reminds him simultaneously of Isobel (even though they're not really alike) and Thisobald, as well as Aylin (spite), and the issue with divinity in general - you might not be able to fight a full god, but choking an upstart quasideity will do. Also the appeal of humiliating the brat and putting it in its place. (You kneel to him at his own hearth, damn you!) But also the sheer blind faith is somewhat reminiscent of Isobel and Selûne...

In some ways I wish I'd made Vel a white-haired moon elf just to make them look a bit more like Isobel. Still there's always breaking into her room/tomb and wearing her old clothes or just using illusions.

[p-r-art]

Can you resist me? Part 1

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader Warnings: Smut Form: Twoshot

"Damn Megumi are you alright?" I called out to the dark-haired man who was flying to a nearby tree. This mission was supposed to be easy. Get one of Sukuna's fingers and then come back. On the condition that Sukuna doesn't eat the finger. But things turned out differently again. Yuji had no control and Sukuna snatched the finger right out of my hand before I could put it away. It was disgusting to watch the finger being devoured. I really thought my lunch was coming up. But because Yuji, or rather Sukuna, devoured the finger, the king of curses was able to gain control. And unfortunately, he probably wanted to fight because it hit Megumi, who was now lying unconscious against the nearest tree. I looked back at the pink-haired man in horror. "And only to you little girl." His voice pierced the silence. I hadn't noticed, but he was suddenly behind me and unfortunately he hit me very hard in the neck. "You fuck-" I lost consciousness.

-Timeskip-

"Wake up, woman!" A loud scream reached my ears. As I was lying somewhere on the floor, I sat up and held my head with one hand. "What happened? Where am I?" I look around in confusion - the room is red and very dark. "You are in my domain (Y/N)." It is Sukuna's voice, I immediately look at him and see that he is sitting on a throne made of bones?

-I don't think I'm quite back yet-

"How did I get here?" I try to remember, but my memory doesn't come back. "It's not that important little girl. What you should be worried about now is what am I going to do to you next?" "Oh God…" I look down as I think about my next steps. "But I have to say you look kind of cute sitting there looking so desperate. It's adorable." I could only see it out of the corner of my eye, but he was licking his lips with his long tongue. Red flushes appear on my cheeks as lewd thoughts run through my head. "Are you blushing for me right now? Yes you are~" "No it's definitely not because of you." I quickly look away to hide my blush as well. Footsteps echo through the room and a few feet stop in front of me. Sukuna squats down to my height. I feel fingers grab my chin and look up into his face. "Of course it's because of me. I'm the one who complimented you, right? So it can only have been my words that made you like this." His voice is dripping with arrogance. "No, it's not because of you, you idiot!"

-Is that really the best insult I have for him? God I should learn that-

Sukuna grins at me. His hand doesn't leave my chin. "So now you're calling me an idiot too? Is that any way to talk to someone who compliments you? I think that's very rude of you, you little brat." He forcefully throws me back a little, so I'm finally free of his hand. "Why am I here?" I try to change the subject quickly, otherwise I explode with redness. "Mhm~ is there someone in your life right now that you see?" "Huh?!" I looked at him confused. And hope I just misheard him. "I want to know if you're single or not you little brat." "Um, yes I am. But what does that have to do with my stay here?" I'm even more confused than before. "Well then it shouldn't be a problem if I do it here." Sukuna comes very close to me. I can already feel his warm breath on my face. "You're so cute when you blush and don't know how to react. It's almost too bad to spoil you."

I get kind of shy as close as he is to me. His grin never fades. "Your reactions are fun, let's see what happens when I do that." Sukuna's arms grabbed me and lifted me up. His lower pair of arms wrapped around my waist one of his lower hands squeezed my butt as well. The upper pair of arms supported my back. My eyes widened at the position we were in. "And how does it feel to be in my arms and feel my power? For a little brat like you, you need some training to behave again." His face gets closer and closer to mine. I still feel at his mercy, so I look away again. "Look at me!" His voice is powerful and authoritative. Nevertheless, I don't do what he tells me. "I said look at me!" He gets even louder. I flinched a little and then did it anyway. I still couldn't get a word out, even though I always had something to say. "That's better little girl. What am I going to do with you? I already know what and you'll definitely like it." He licked his lips again and came closer and closer to my face.

-He's guaranteed to kiss me-

Ich schaue immer noch geschockt in sein Gesicht und kann es kaum erwarten, seinen nächsten Schritt zu sehen, aber irgendetwas sagt mir, dass ich nicht zulassen sollte, dass er mich küsst. Also hebe ich schnell meine Hand und halte sie vor seinen Mund. Seine roten Augen weiten sich bei meiner Aktion. Er ergreift sofort meine Hand und zieht sie weg. „Was?! Willst du nicht, dass ich dich küsse oder andere Dinge mit dir mache?“ Er grinste erneut, aber seine Stimme hatte einen komischen Unterton. „Willst du, dass ich dich zwinge? Ja, das sollte ich, da du eine Göre bist.“ Er brachte sein Gesicht schnell zu meinem und seine Lippen lagen auf meinen. Ich schnappe vor Schock nach Luft. Er zog sich kurz zurück. „Ich wusste, dass es dir gefallen würde.“ Und die Lippen des Königs der Flüche waren wieder auf meinen. Ich ergab mich seinem Kuss. Ich konnte einfach nicht länger widerstehen. Seine Lippen machen süchtig. Der Kuss wird immer intensiver, während er mit einer seiner Hände über deinen Rücken zu deinem Haar fährt, es ergreift und dich an sich zieht. Mein Keuchen verwandelt sich in ein Stöhnen. Wie von selbst wandert eine meiner Hände zu seinem Hals und die andere zu seiner Brust. Da die Vorderseite durch seinen Kimono freigelegt war, war es leicht, seine trainierte Brust zu spüren. Ich greife nach seinen Haaren und ziehe daran. Er grunzt in unseren Kuss hinein. Ich stecke meine Zunge in seinen Mund, kämpfe aber vergeblich um die Vorherrschaft. Ich merke, wie Sukuna immer erregter wird, denn ich bemerke eine harte Beule an meiner Muschi, die ständig an mir reibt. Er unterbricht unseren Kuss erneut. „(D/N) Ich wusste, dass du mir nicht widerstehen kannst. Mhm~ Lass mich noch etwas mit dir machen.“ Er legte mich darauf und lag nun auf mir. Sein Blick trifft meinen, bevor er über meinen Körper wandert. „Das braucht man alles nicht mehr.“ Seine Hände zerreißen meine Kleidung und lassen mich nur in meiner Unterwäsche liegen. „Sukuna!“ Ich schreie vor Entsetzen und versuche, mich mit meinen Händen zu bedecken. „Sei nicht so. Dein Körper ist unbeschreiblich. Lass mich dich alle haben.“ Er beugt sich herunter und küsst das Tal zwischen meinen Brüsten, wobei er seine Lippen immer tiefer bewegt, bis er meinen Venushügel erreicht.

Part 2

[helaenatargarye]

(Art commissioned by a group of friends for Helaemond fandom, art by meolkyy)

My fanfic “Carmine red and sapphire blue”

Prologue

From the diary

I'm returning to your pages again in the hope of being saved and tearing out of my chest that harmful passion that covers my heart from year to year.

Aymond strives to become a king. It can be seen in his eyes, facial features, you can feel it in his movement, the aroma of his skin, you can hear it in his voice. He hates and did not forgive Aegon either for the "joke" with the piglet or for the fact that he stole me. It's all crazy. Aymond will definitely find a way to take away from Aigon everything he considers his own and does not care about the price. It's so scary.

I'm against the wedding with Aegon. He doesn't love me, almost from the very hour when I screamed to let the world know about my appearance. My older brother is not interested in me either as a woman, wife, or as a person. This marriage will not bring us happiness. He will scinerate our souls like the flames of the Ballerion, nicknamed Black Horror. However, our mother does not hear my protests and convinces me that it is my duty. Is it really possible?

At night I sob in my challs and write your pages with a trembling hand. My hands hurt from all this writing, but I can't stop writing. I crave to belong to someone else, I don't want to be the queen of Aegon. Sometimes Aymond comes to comfort me. He comes at night, secretly, because his mother suspects him of love for me. Love is not brother to sister and tries to keep him further from me. Cruel, ruthless!

He comes at night and gently touched my forehead with his lips. He usually did it comforting something upset or before another breakup. Before jumping on a horse or Vhagar, leaving his father's house for a long time. He wraps his arms around my waist, presses me to him and swears by the Gods I know I love him. Eymond does not violate my innocence and therefore signs my sentence. Am I just a tool for him in the fight against Aegon? Why doesn't my gift, or rather, my curse, allow me to know his thoughts?

They say Damon stole Rainira's kisses at her wedding, but he didn't dare to go any further and take her away. Please! Let Aymond be more determined and brave than my sister's husband.

Eymond is ruthless, as is his blade, which he owns even better than a dragon. I feel his feelings as if they live separately from him. It's like cold water running over hot skin. He can do whatever he wants with me - burn the stigma on my body. However, I already belong to him, but he doesn't see it.

He whispers to me that he is my damn brother and I am overwhelmed by sadness. No, I don't want him to be my brother. I'm exhausted from love, from despair. If I could, I would throw myself into his arms. I would have allowed his fingers to study my ugly, imperfect body.

If only he knew how defenseless I am against his touches, hugs and kisses. I'm shivering from them, shaking when I poke my nose into his chest while you take the hairpins out of my hair.

Shameless. I can already see him running his palm down my stomach. I feel how their weak muscles suddenly "come to life" and shrink, remembering their destiny, and I shudder. But it doesn't exist in reality. All this is only in my head, in my eyes. How is this even possible? I'm Aegon's bride...

All the time I feel acutely that it is wrong and vile in relation to Aegon, because I am his bride, but I have no feelings for him. I'll have to get used to it, put up with it. Maybe he will be a good husband? I don't know.

If the Gods of mercy, Eymond takes me out from under the crown before Aegon can master me and wash the blood with ice water from the sheet.

You need to remember that the hand twists the loom: the coil is green, the coil is black. Dragons of flesh weave dragons out of threads.

[mad-hunts]

tw: cannibalism, (slightly) graphic depictions of violence and HEAVY elements of horror will be ahead, so i'm going to put this under a 'read-more' if you'd rather skip out on this one.

so they looked around for a bit, and that's when they found it. this blood trail going down the floor of the hallway, which was already kind of scary, though it was nothing compared to the sound of someone's ringtone suddenly resounding from one of the rooms in the back (think one of those love songs with sort of creepy vibes to them like ' unchained melody. ') so, once your muse gathered enough courage, they decided to proceed down it even though something inside of them was screaming that something seemed wrong. and it seemed like they were right because once they reached the back, they found a dead body just... pressed up against the wall with blood spattered behind them. and there were other spots of the wall spattered with blood as well.

i feel like, for a character that's supposed to be pretty horror-oriented, that this account has been kind of lacking in content related to that lately, SO imagine this scenario, y'all. your muse is friends with or just cares about barton in some way. and thus, whenever they find out that he's attracted the ire of someone dangerous + that he's been missing for WEEKS, they assume the worst and try to find out his location. which leads them to this already creepy, dilapidated, and abandoned mortuary. and they honestly didn't know what they were expecting once they entered it, but it certainly wasn't this deafening silence, and there seeming to be... no one around?

so, you try to circle around to find out what the hell is going on, but then you see the thing that barton is hunched over is a body and a third one on the autopsy table in the room. and your muse can't help but blanche + feel like they've just stumbled into the lions den, because barton is not only SO beat up, but he's eating the person below him. and it's absolutely horrific because whenever they gasp at the sight is when barton finally looks up at them.

it was ALL over this corpses' face, though, as it appeared like they died from some sort of brutal blunt force trauma. but there's also another blood trail that is smeared across the floor up and under one of the doors in the back, which they are REALLY questioning whether they want to open now. they choose to do so with their eyes closed after remembering that barton would do the same for them (and by that, i mean he would want to save them JSJSJ), and all they can see when they open them is the back of barton hunched over something, or someone as you discover while getting closer to him. and it's like he is either ignoring you or hasn't heard you enter the room because he's still focused on whatever he was doing.

and there is just NOTHING behind those eyes even though he's got a copious amount of blood dripping down from his lips and dripping down his chin + neck. like JSJSJ i don't know about you guys, but i would be sooo scared because not only is this NOT normal behavior for him at all, it's god damn terrifying to see someone cannibalize you someone else. and so if he were real, along with me being in this situation, i probably wouldn't talk to him for a while because i wouldn't even know where to begin AHHH

[merv606]

Terry eating Daniel out in Mercy but after he’s finished in him. The first time Terry does it, Daniel moves away suddenly catching Terry off guard with the sudden spurt of energy.

“Don’t,” Daniel pleads holding up a hand, mortified and shy at what Terry wants to do. “It’s not…you’ll get your mouth dirty, Terry,”

Terry can’t help but grin at that, charmed. His boy still manages to surprise him even after everything they’ve done. His Daniel still being capable of being shy and skittish even after Terry has had him so thoroughly, and seen and tasted every inch of that tantalizing skin.

This was touched in before in an ask - I’ll post it after this snippet.

The first time Terry had put his mouth on him down there had been …. A learning experience, that’s for sure.

He had protested.

Well, had tried to anyway.

Daniel knew it was pointless - when Terry wanted something he got it. Daniel even being here was proof of that and Daniel being here like this - naked - legs open - hole on display as Terry’s tongue tasted him.

“I knew we belonged together, sweetheart. I just had to hold out long enough for you to see that too.”

But when he had traced his lips down Daniel’s spine, large hands gently spreading his cheeks, Daniel had expected fingers to prep him for the older man, but instead got warm breath as Terry licked over his hole.

Instead of the familiar, his mind registered shock and horror, once he realized what Terry was doing.

What he ended up with was a mouthful of bedspread, biting the sheets before Terry pulled them free - gripping the sheets so tight the corners ripped free. Gasping, breath hitching like he was trying to catch it but couldn’t, screaming when the pointed tongue traced his rim - feeling along the furled muscle.

The wet spot he ended up in, coming without his cock being touched proof of the lies he was telling Terry (and himself).

His mouth was begging to stop but his body oh that told Terry all he needed to know. His boy’s body never lied - not in Terry’s hands anyway; it wouldn’t dare.

Then the first time Terry fucked him, holding his legs open after to watch as his come leaked out had been just nothing short of mortifying / as was Terry playing with his hole, catching the cum and smearing it around rim, having Daniel clench so globs were forced out only so he could finger it back in. Then there were the photos he had taken, although he promised Daniel his face wouldn’t be in them.

He thought he was as far out of his comfort zone as he could even be.

Until.

Until tonight.

Until this.

Because this?

This Is something else entirely.

This is Terry eating him out.

Eating Daniel out after he came.

After Terry came inside him.

This is wrong.

This is perverse.

This is too damn dirty to …

This ….

This feels too good.

God, the shame that goes through Daniel at that.

The things he does under Terry that he never thought he would - that he never knew was possible. Truly, it’s laughable now - how some things never change.

He tries to squirm away, tries to get away from Terry’s mouth on his freshly fucked ass …. But he gets hands on his hips, bruises that he can feel that come tomorrow he knows will match Terry’s fingers as those hands keep him in place, right where Terry wants him.

“Don’t,” is the only word Terry utters, and Daniel obeys, already accepting what he knows is coming.

The grip on his hips gentles.

“Want you to hold yourself open for me.”

Tears prickle Daniel’s eyes. Relief that the older man has stopped, yet needing relief for his soft but aching cock that only continuing this can give. Because Daniel knows if he’s to come again, it will only be allowed to happen from this.

“Baby,” Terry says gently, “do you need some help?”

“No,” his voice cracks, “please it’s … it’s too much ….”

“Shhhh,” Terry soothes him. “You know I would never give you more than you can handle.” A large warm hand smoothing up his back.

Daniel can’t help arching into it, like a fucking cat being petted by its master.

“You used to say the same thing the first time I had you like this …. My mouth on this pretty little hole…. Remember?”

“That was different.”

“How?”

“Your come is leaking out of me now for, Christ sake.”

Terry chuckles, knowing he could get him boy to say it. So prickly when he wants something he thinks he shouldn’t.

Terry couldn’t love him more, even if he tried.

“Yes, but just like the first time I got to taste you like this, you said the same thing. That it was too much. That I shouldn’t put my mouth there.”

Daniel closes his eyes. As if he could ever forget that memory.

“Just let me blow you,” he tries to turn over as he says it but, as he thought, a hard hand on his hip stops him.

“I don’t want your mouth. Not tonight. Tonight I want this,” the older man prying his cheeks back apart, licking up through the mess.

Crying out, Daniel bites into the edge of the mattress, sure he’s leaving a permanent indent of his teeth.

Terry lets him, knowing his boy likes it hide behind this sometimes, knowing that he needs this now, to hide even just a little bit of himself to feel safe. Safe enough to enjoy this; safe enough to give himself over to this. If that means Terry is denied those lovely noises well, he’ll get them next time.

Right now, he is utter perfection.

“You should know by now baby there is no part of you that doesn’t belong to me. That isn’t mine to do with what I want.”

To say the older man eating him out after he’s come in him is overwhelming is the least of it, but then the sound of two fingers fucking back in. The wet squelch isn’t even obscene, just embarrassingly because he’s so used and open - so wet from lube, Terry’s spit and whatever come is left inside him.

“You taste even better after I’ve used you.”

Gripping the sheets willing himself not to hump back …. The older man can tell though - like he always can - how much his boy likes this - how much he’s getting off on it.

Fingering more out, rubbing it around his boy’s pink swollen rim, pushing it back in but then he’s being fucked too hard and too fast - too perfect - his body so wet and open for it.

Daniel comes arching off the bed not even a hand on his cock - just Terry’s mouth on his fucked open ass and his tongue inside - his spent cock giving a valiant twitch, but only a small dribble of clear liquid coming out as his second orgasm is forced out of him - the first one having been fucked out of him earlier.

Terry pulls off with an audible pop, licking his lips.

“You should know by now baby, there is no part of you that doesn’t belong to me. That isn’t mine to do with what I want.”

Daniel wants to deny this; wants to …..

But he’s already reaching back, holding himself open, the warm splash of more of the older man’s come like a brand in his heated skin.

Everything he is and every will be again is truly at Terry’s mercy for the taking.

[intertexts]

YIPPEEEEE WILLIAM WISP SURIVIVAL HORROR ARC !!!!

EPISODE 28 TRIVIA (this is a long one):

- "that was the most important lore dump william has ever gotten and he wasn't even there for it"

- "i feel like this smoke clone thing is like a black hole for bits where if I roleplay with myself for long enough I start to create actual dire consequences and I don't know how I feel about that"

- each of the islands does actually have a purpose to teach them something! mato had gone to each of the guardians beforehand and told them basically "these kids are coming, i want you to teach this one this thing" or whatever. the first one was for vyncent to learn to stop overthinking things and learn to trust in his surroundings. this one was for william to learn to take these kinds of things more seriously. HOWEVER. this guardian didn't really want to do that, so she gave them a lore dump instead. the next one is dakotas!

- william power loss lore: "william IS alive. this arc i have just been constantly messaging bizly to think of ways to circumvent william taking any personal responsibility or trying to get his powers back. now that he knows there are other whisperers he just wants to find THEM and trick them into doing his job for him. he just wants to retire like tide wanted them to and hang out on the beach"

- grizzly says it's been a long time since they've had a dark serious session and he's ready to get out of bit mode and get back to that. smile emoji

- they took william sending the smoke clone in his place originally as a bit but then realized it was actually completely in character for him to do something like that because he's a coward! charlie says like yeah he can't turn intangible or invisible anymore he's vulnerable as shit this lady crawled out of the mouth of a giant snake he's terrified!

- they all miss being on the winnebago roadtrip hehe. THEY ALSO MISS BEING THE PURPS :( i think I said this back when you were first listening to the purps. do you remember me saying one day you will miss the purps. do you miss the purps yet. I miss the purps-

HEY BTW LORE DUMP TIME. YOU GOT TO LEARN ABOUT CLARENCE TODAY!!!!!! :D

- charlie: "so now my plan is to recruit mato and the other whisperers to replace me because they can do everything I can-"

condi: "actually, they can do everything you *cant*"

-a chorus of DAMN DUDE-

- grizzly says he doesn't want william to be helpless he doesn't want william to not be on the team anymore etc and charlies like "he's not helpless he has a chainsaw now!" and says he wants william to have a couple different weapons based on horror movies (chainsaw, axe, shotgun, maybe a machete or something etc etc etc)

- OKAY THANK GOD WE'RE GETTING INTO THE POWER DISCUSSION NOW. I'm about to restore your hope a little bit. here we go:

charlie: "yknow ive actually been really struggling with this arc and I've been messaging bizly a lot about it because AS A PLAYER I really want william to . well I want him to die again!! the whole thing with william is that he bit off a lot more than he can chew, curiosity literally killed the cat in his case and he was suddenly saddled with all this power he didn't want and responsibility he couldn't handle. and now dakota has basically given him a get out of jail free card and he has NO fucking interest in putting himself back that position. william is a bit of a noodle right now but he WANTS to be a noodle. he's alive again, he can feel shit, he's loving it. so any chance he can get at all to not have to take that responsibility back he's gonna take it. so now I've put myself in a position where as a player I DESPERATELY want him to have his powers back but I know in character he basically needs to be forced into it because he would never voluntarily choose to do that to himself again"

<< dude you don't understand HOW MUCH of a relief that was for me to hear the first time. i was like OH THANK GOD charlie as a player is in the same position i am as a listener. and also now that im in the position of being able to look back on this I can appreciate williams in character stance on things a lot better. yeah it fucking makes sense that he doesn't want to DIE again. hes been basically numb for the last three years of his life, of course hes gonna get a huge rush out of being able to feel things again. he never wanted to be a superhero and now that he doesn't have to he just wants to be a kid. head in hands. anyway. im rambling back to Actual Trivia

- grizzly: "I hope you get put into a position where you have to choose between saving one of your friends or staying alive"

bizly: "i dont think it'll be as straightforward as that"

- bizly then explains the plot of spiderman 2 in the most convoluted silly way ever. however they mention the part where that little kid comes up and tells Peter Parker he looks up to spiderman as a hero and this is important for the next piece of trivia

- condi: "does anyone look up to the Prime defenders"

bizly: "yeah!"

Charlie and grizzly: "fuckin WHO? WHY? we SUCK"

bizly: "bookworm looks up to you guys, there were those kids in the park after the cartoon thing"

condi and charlie: "yeah but those are both just dakota because we accidentally bullied bookworm he hates us now"

bizly: "well. yeah. people look up to DAKOTA." *everyone starts laughing* "well because he's a hero! and he wants to be a hero so he acts like one. it's not about people looking up to you its about... understanding and accepting the responsibility you have because of the gifts you've been given"

charlie: "what gifts bitch im ALIVE"

bizly: ".... for now"

- WILLIAM JUST NEEDS TO GO GHOST AGAIN (<< sorry they said a danny phantom reference I got excited)

- "william fucking dies for real this time and gets replaced by goobleck" im pretty sure I explained goobleck in a different trivia time . i hope. because if I didn't this probably looks insane

- OK AND THEN GRIZZLY OF ALL PEOPLE starts weirdly seriously insisting that ashe is dead. "yeah man ashe is dead. totally gone. he's the Trickster now" and EVERYONE ELSE is like "whoa dude what? this is so un dakota like of you what the fuck"

- grizzly starts making up scenarios that he thinks will make william snap back into hero mode and goes "will you follow me into battle?" AND CHARLIES RESPONSE is "yes. dead serious. if anyone so much as comes at you on this next island I WILL blow their head off with a shotgun"

- charlie brings up the fact again that william is "basically a call of cthulu character who turned into a looney toon over the course of 50 episodes" AND bizly says there *are* more serious episodes coming but probably not until after training arc is over (<< me who has future knowledge >:]c)

GOOD TRIVIA.... GOOD ROLLED. fuck yes it's sick to get that insight from charlie,,,,,,, my reasoning the whole time so far has been "bro would not have named his fucking character wisp and based his entire story around this one thing and have an unresolved character arc around this one thing and then just decided nahhh he doesn't want to." which. yeah!!! tracks!! & of course he wouldn't want that back!! cant wait for william wisp to die again somehow :] <- i FUCKING made that prediction like a month ago and i'm still standing by it. this fucker has like one more death in him this season i think. actually i think maybe he'll get killed By someone since he doesn't really..... have the capacity to accidentally die in stupid ways anymore. whatever. we'll see. anyway god wiwi is so call of cthulu to me... honestly my first impression of him was like. x-files twin peaks maybe buffy shit. that specific 90s mystery/horror/comedy vibe to me... the boy who went hiking alone and was lured off a cliff by supernatural forces who then reanimated his dead body.... (slightly relatedly one of the best hikes back somewhat near where i used to live was called breakneck ridge :] thats what i'm always thinking of irt him... its super pretty also u should look it up) anyway. god. enough wiwi talk I MISS THE PURPS.... I WAS ALSO JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS. HEAD IN HANDS.

mannn. i'm so excited to see where this goes i love all of these threads. can't wait for heavier stuff incoming. i wanna see wiwi blow someones head off for coming at dakota.theyre so terrible.

[jurrasicworldcc]

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous Fanfic

Title: [REDACTED]

Setting: Alternate scenario if Sammy died from the venom in “The Long Run”

Warning: Language and intense scenes

I do not own anything!!!

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Yaz held Sammy’s hand as Brooklynn injected the antidote into the cowgirl’s arm. Sammy’s skin was still green and Yaz uttered, “C’mon, Sammy. Wake up. Please wake up. Forget what I said, we’ll always be friends, no matter how far apart we are…It may not be easy or perfect but…Please…I love you…Like love love you…”

But…Sammy didn’t wake up. Brooklynn leaned in closer she didn’t feel Sammy’s heartbeat. The star shuddered and uttered, “We’re too late.”

Ben gasped and then Kenji clenched his head. Darius hugged Brooklynn and Yaz cradled Sammy in her arms. The athlete sobbed in her failure and screamed a blood-curling wail.

The rain boomed and went pouring. Darius and Yaz agreed to bury Sammy somewhere while the others got the supplies for the boat.

At a random part of the jungle, Yaz dug into the burial point for Sammy’s “funeral” and sobbed with the tears still running. She dug some more and then said, “I lost my best friend…and do you know the worst part? I had feelings for her…I had a chance of us being together and a chance at happiness…I blew it because I was scared of what my mom would think and also ruining my friendship!”

She wiped some of her tears and then heard Darius’s laughter. It wasn’t laughter that came from a bad joke about dinosaurs, it was one of a maniacs. Yaz was confused and asked, “Darius…Are you….laughing? How could you laugh at a fucking shitty time like this?!?”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAAHA!!!” Darius finally calmed down. “Because it’s all so damn funny! Of COURSE, you could’ve been together!” He smiled. “Sammy loved you since the day you’ve met her. She even considered that moment where she confessed her whole spy thing “your breakup”. And she was nervous too! She told all of us!!”

Camp Cretaceous - February, 2016

Sammy went to Darius and said, “You’ve gotta help me, Darius! I’m gay for Yaz! She’s strong, smart, fast, and a really great artist! She gives me this strong feeling like if a cow kicked me in the stomach!”

“I…I’m not great at this but if I were you, I would do things for her while her ankle is healing, and she’ll like you.” Darius replied.

Weeks later

“Sorry it didn’t work out, Sammy…” Darius uttered.

“What’s this now?” Brooklynn asked.

“Sammy has feelings for Yaz.”

“Oh, my…GOD!! I have the BEST advice for you! Say, have you ever heard of “Flirting?”

April

“Yaz?” Kenji asked.

“Oh, sorry…” Brooklynn uttered. “She, Darius, and Ben went out for a couple of days looking for more food…Me and Kenji can help you when she comes back.”

“Oh, thanks, Brooklynn.” Sammy said.

May

“Why are confessing feelings so hard?” Sammy asked.

Present Day - June

Yaz shuddered and uttered, “Sammy loved me? You knew all along…She loved me and you…YOU RUINED IT?!?!?!? But why, Darius? You could’ve told me at any time!”

“Simple, she doesn’t deserve you, Yaz.” Darius chuckled.

“Deserve? But I loved her! I’m her Yasmina, and she’s my Sam-“

“SHE IS NOT SAMMY!!!” Darius screamed. “She’s an imposter! A filthy imposter!!”

“What do you mean-?” Yaz suddenly bumped her shovel into something metal sounding.

“Excellent timing…”

Yaz faintly heard the sound of Darius putting something on like a clicking sound but she ignored it and moved the dirt of where she banged her shovel at and then saw what appeared to be Darius’s decaying corpse and screamed. “IMPOSSIBLE!! How can you be Darius unless…”

You’re not Darius… Yaz looked at the other Darius who was now smiling evilly like something from a horror movie that Yaz and her mom watched before. “W-Who…are you?”

“I told you…” Darius then came out of the shade wearing what appeared to be decaying forms of the other camper’s items like Brooklynn’s jacket, Kenji’s watch, Ben’s fanny pack, Sammy’s headband, and also what appeared to be Yaz’s shoe tied to the fanny pack. “I’M YOUR BEST FRIEND!!”

That was the breaking point for Yaz. She laughed insanely and said, “My be-be-be-be-be-No, no, no, no! You’re a fake version of my friend and you’re crazy! I should know! You kept me and Sammy apart, you’ve lied to me, AND YOU’VE LET HER DIE! And now, you need to PAY!!!”

Darius laughed maniacally and then Yaz tackled him and began to strangle him. Darius choked and uttered, “If…you kill me…then you’ll never…URK-meet her…”

“MEET WHO???”

“SAMMY!”

Yaz then stopped and let go of Darius. He chuckled and she said, “You’re LYING! She’s gone and you know it…”

“Not this sack of shit and blood!” Darius kicked Sammy’s body aside. “The REAL Sammy! The one who will love and appreciate you for who you are and never let you go! The Sammy who will Iove you…You can be together…”

“Be together…How?”

“I’m creating a perfect universe and Sammy is in it! I can take you to her!”

“Oh, please! Please take me!”

“Why, of course, I will!”

The Genetics Lab

Darius finally activated his universal portal and Yaz took off her jacket and let her hair down. Darius held out his hand and Yaz took it. The two prepared to step into the portal and Darius asked sadistically, “What lengths will you go to so you can have the perfect life?”

Corrupt Darius Bowman found

Universe Coordinates received

Current Coordinates: UNIVERSE-69

Dimensional Trace initiated

Threat Level High

Universe Protection Protocol Activated



[rallamajoop]

Resident Evil Village

So, although Deus Ex: Mankind Divided was (and very much still is) supposed to be next in the gaming queue, I somehow spent Christmas playing Resident Evil 8: Village.

And having now finished this damn game on three different difficulties, developed an addiction to the Mercenaries challenge mode, discovered a host of unexpected feelings about Ethan Winters & family and that Heisenberg bastard, and read a godawful amount of fic… I’m still a little undecided how surprised I should be that it sucked me in so hard.

Because on the one hand, if anything in that crazy franchise was going to get me, clearly it was going to be the one full of vampires and gothic horror tropes (not to mention being set in that one mysterious region of Romania we all know from the Hammer films, where everyone speaks English for no particular reason). Looking back, I’ve been in and out of horror-adjacent fandoms since, oh, about when the first Venom movie came out – maybe this was the next logical step.

On the other hand, it’s an FPS: a genre I only grudgingly came around to at all a matter of months ago. And though my days of saying I don’t do FPS are now undeniably behind me, it’s also a horror game, and (all recent records aside), when it comes to horror games, I am a wimp. The kind of wimp who watched playthroughs of P.T. back in the day going holy fuck I could not manage to walk down a corridor in this shitshow the atmosphere alone would smother me alive. The kind of wimp who noped the fuck out of Portal on the very first level featuring turrets (holy shit, they’re shooting at me? Those are bullet holes in the wall! Is that MY BLOOD on the wall? Oh my god how am I not already dead oh my god) and never came back.

What made the difference this time? Well, apparently my general aversion to shooting people doesn’t so much apply to lycans and zombies, and horror games are much easier to deal with when you’ve already watched a Let’s Play of the whole thing, and know what you’ve signed up for. Or maybe I’m just old and jaded enough that I’m not as easily scared by pixels as I used to be. It certainly helped that Village leans more towards the shallow, action end of the survival horror pool. But as for That One Bit that everyone talks about when they discuss how RE8 made them shit their pants, I can only admit that the other thing I learned about myself watching those playthroughs of P.T. is that ‘screaming mutant foetus monster’ is exactly the point at which my brain gives up on terror and just goes “…well that’s just a bit gauche, isn’t it?” (Don’t talk to me about those don’t-look-away walking dolls from the DLC though. That bit got to me like no screaming foetus ever did.)

No, the really odd thing about me suddenly falling hard for this game is that, well, it didn’t get me at the time. Much as I’ve enjoyed watching apparently the whole rest of the internet being brought together in mutual horniness for the incomparable Lady Dimitrescu, the whole step-on-me-mistress-thing has never really been my jam – and though I did watch that Let’s Play of the full game way back when, nothing about it grabbed me enough to become really fannish about it at the time.

What changed? Well, we can partly blame a couple of youtube channels I’ve been casually following lately by folks who were also big Resident Evil fans. But the tipping point may have been my questionable decision to watch a playthrough of the new Shadows of Rose DLC at exactly the wrong (or perhaps right) time of the month, resulting in me bawling my eyes out and discovering feelings about the Winters family I never knew I had.

All that said, actually buying and playing the base game was one of those random whims, entered into with 0 expectations I was actually likely to finish the thing. I mean, the factory section alone looks like such a slog.

…so it turns out that (putting aside the hassle of navigating the place) the factory can be a ton of fun once you’ve figured out what you’re doing.

What can I say? This is a game truly brimming with personality, the dark-fairytale vibe utterly works, the campy OTT villains are a delight, I will gladly fight anyone trying to tell me Ethan’s a boring nothing of a protagonist ­– and having had the time to get past the “GDI game is this guy supposed to be a lycan or not? MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND!”-annoyance* that stopped me from enjoying Heisenberg properly while watching the playthrough, this time I fell for him hard (and wound up shipping him with Ethan, so fandom has got me again). The ending delivers, the horror elements are on point, and it’s just damn good fun to play.

Doing my first run on Casual difficulty was my one mistake. It’s the mode most widely recommended to the inexperienced player, but either that’s a recommendation calibrated for folks playing with a controller rather than a keyboard, or all that time playing Deus Ex (which, I remind you, is heavy on stealth takedowns and 3rd-person-cover mechanics that do not apply here at all) prepared me better than I realised, because Casual difficulty bored me. The mechanics, world and story still carried me through, but I did not die a single time that wasn’t thanks to an insta-death mistake. There’s no way to change difficulty mid-game, and you’re far enough in by the time you really get to find out how difficult combat was going to be that I didn’t feel like restarting. But having finished the game, I was hungry for a real challenge.

So this is when I noticed New Game+ was an option – as was unlocking infinite ammo for many weapons – and rationally deciding that replaying on only Standard difficulty with the added advantage of all those upgraded guns wasn’t going to cut it, I jumped difficulties right up to Hardcore mode.

This, too, may have been a mistake. The very first lycan attack had me running to the Internet for advice on how to survive it (it turns out the accepted strategy is basically to just hide in a cellar for as long as possible, then leg it into the next house and climb halfway up a ladder, where you’re very hard to hit). But with that milestone cleared, I found my groove, and had a much better time (though I certainly died a lot more this time through). Even with all the upgrades, it was pretty damn punishing in places – but punishing in the way that forces you to really engage with the mechanics (or at least learn to love the good old ‘set a mine and back away’-strategy). And I’m pleased to say that unlike DX:HR, RE has proper difficulty modes: we’re not just tweaking damage ratios, enemies also get much faster and more aggressive at higher difficulties – not to mention those damn lycan archers now apparently have the accuracy of a sniper.

Having beaten the game on Hardcore, I was pretty well done (there’s an even harder mode, Village of Shadows, but I wasn’t looking for that much punishment). But any lingering doubts about how fully I’d embraced the shooty-bang-fun-times side of Resident Evil gameplay were well and truly put to bed by the time I’d discovered the Mercenaries bonus game.

This mode sets you up with limited weapon selection up against a hoard of easy-to-kill enemies, scoring you higher the longer you can keep a combo going. Again: not the sort of thing I expected to suck me in, but anyone who’s ever watched me play a rhythm game will know that I can be a real sucker for a full-combo challenge. Mechanically, it’s almost the opposite of beating the story on Hardcore, but it forces you to learn layouts of some game areas in ways you never needed to before, and actually seeing numbers for how much damage you’re doing illuminates so many mechanics you were just guessing at.

Better yet, there’s a hoard of stuff you can unlock by playing it, including (as of the DLC!) the ability to play as Heisenberg or Lady Dimitrescu, which is a whole heap of fun in its own right. And if you’re prepared to play long enough to get 25 other achievements (I was), you can even unlock ‘special customisations’ for most of your weapons in the main game – boosting damage even further, or a bunch of other bonuses that I could not resist trying out…

…only, having already beaten the game on Hardcore, there wasn’t much appeal to doing that again, only with less challenge. So… oh fuck, I’m going to play this thing on Village of Shadows difficulty after all, aren’t I?

Honestly: no regrets. Lord knows I’d never survive this mode going on raw (shut up shut up I’M NOT GOING TO TRY), but it’s very doable on New Game+2. And it’s very much the mode for folks who’ve already beaten the game at least twice, because just when you were getting familiar with the story’s pre-scripted roster, this mode mixes it up and throws in new enemies where you don't expect them (and just rarely enough that they’ll always be a surprise). Having trouble with those lycan archers on Hardcore? Well, now there’s more of them, in places you didn’t expect! Had enough trouble escaping Lady D. after she slices off your hand? Ha, now we’ve spawned an extra enemy in the same space, and did we mention that you have no weapons you can use one-handed? (Seriously, good times! And that’s ‘times’, plural, because surviving that one took me a few tries.)

All that said, I’m not sure those ‘special customisations’ were really calibrated for even this difficulty – and they’re vague enough that you’ll find that out the hard way. The magnum’s ‘Extra damage against lycans’-bonus, for example, apparently means ‘can now one-shot even the alfa varcolac miniboss’ (pictured below). And sure, that’s the magnum: but the sniper rifle’s ‘extra damage at range’ can do the same thing. It’s just maybe a bit much.

Honestly, I’d be all for it if the point was to give players who really want that Village of Shadows achievement another way to get it – but then you get to the gauntlet that is the endgame, and all that fancy souped up inventory gets taken away from you for plot reasons.

Actually, I’d put the start of the endgame-gauntlet back at Sturm (last boss of the factory level before Heisenberg), because even though you’ve got your regular guns there, he’s invincible from the front, charges like a mad bull and can apparently target you through solid walls. Then you fight Heisenberg, in the obligatory here-have-a-tank sequence, and neither New Game+ upgrades or special customisations have any effect on your tank. And then you get the section where you have to play as Chris, whose lousy pistol-and-machine-gun arsenal is also unaffected by special customisations (though I can see no good reason why not). And Chris’ section really is a gauntlet, with an uncooperative auto-save, an infinite stream of charging lycans, and another boss fight against some bastard who doesn’t take damage from the front, swinging a giant mace in a tiny arena. All of a sudden, you’re playing the exact same version of this game as someone who never hit New Game + at all.

I died a lot in this section. Seriously, so many times. But I stuck it out, and I gotta say, damn but these higher difficulty modes force you to learn how to play. In case anyone else reading this actually wants some tips: stuck at the Stronghold? The trick is to book it back to the entry passage the moment the first wave starts, maybe drop a mine or two, and use the narrow space for crowd control (same thing works during the second wave – it gets a little less intense from there). Stuck in the factory? Learn to love flash grenades! Sturm? Again: flash grenades! (You would not think a guy with a propeller for a face would be so susceptible, but who am I to argue with results?) Heisenberg? Turns out aiming for those glowing weak points really does make a difference, and your tank can make a MUCH faster dash out of the way of his charge move if you stop firing the machine gun. Chris? God, don’t even get me started on Chris.** (“Oh my god, Chris, your lousy pea-shooter guns have all the stopping power of wet tissue! Get a real gun, you LOSER!”)

After all that, the letdown at the end is that Miranda (the final boss) is kind of a piece of piss. You finally get all your old inventory back, and she takes damage from the front and everything. After dying a stupid number of times reaching every milestone above, Miranda went down in one go. I’d be more unimpressed by this, but after all Ethan’s been through at that point, maybe he kind of deserves it.

Obviously, I had to play Rose’s DLC bonus campaign too, but – much as I loved it for story and atmosphere – it was admittedly less fun to play. That’s probably deliberate: it’s much more down the survival horror end of the action-horror spectrum – aiming is slow and cumbersome, and your options and resources are very limited. Given that you’re playing as a teenage girl rather than a grown man on his second rodeo, that makes a lot of sense… but there’s still not a lot there to have me eager to come back for a replay. (Her final boss battle is a lot more satisfying, though it does suffer from the fact you’re thrown so many new mechanics that just figuring out how you’re supposed to use them is pretty distracting.)

I could go on at this point – as always in new fandom mode, I have so many thoughts on the world, the fandom, the challenge of piecing together the backstory timeline, the possibilities for where this series might go in future, and how poor Mia deserves so much more love than she gets – but that can all wait. The long and short remains: I never would’ve imagined how hard I could get sucked into this game, but I have had such a time learning how wrong I was.

* Look, if a guy who shows up with the lycans, and can apparently command other lycans, is not supposed to be a lycan himself, then maybe think twice before including another giant lycan character who a) wears his coat, b) USES HIS HAMMER and c) never appears on screen at the same time as him. You’ll save so much confusion on the part of your audience, I promise!

** Really? Well, fine.

The game autosaves shortly after you beat the first two varcolacs (I found it helped to go left around the fungus into the field, and use some grenades), and again once you reach the clearing (protip: if you can make it there, everything behind you despawns! There are a couple of real waves of attackers to get through to get there though, plus a slow-but-constantly spawning stream of lycan runners to mask that), then one final time before you jump down the hole. Knowing those auto-save points is useful, because 1) reloading your last manual save point will put you all the way back before the Heisenberg boss fight, which is officially Too Far, and 2) if you pass an autosave accidentally after using up all your supplies and on low health, the next bit is going to be that much harder. To survive the clearing, forget killing everything: spend the first wave hiding behind the house on the right with the supplies (it confuses them), and the second hiding behind the other house with supplies on your left, then climb the ladder to the roof and stand up to target the mould. Don’t climb the roof earlier: the archers will get you. To survive the boss, try to run under his swings when he leaps at you, hit him with a flash grenade every time your pals with the goddamn space laser are ready, target him, then shoot the hell out of the weak point on his back. [deep breath] DONE! (And goddamnit, Chris, if I have to listen to you say ‘I’ve reach the target clearing. Damn this looks big’ one more time, I will shoot you myself.)

[ansundertale]

Death has a very specific aura to it. The smell of rot not one that people can shake off easily, but when your whole world was death, it becomes a comfort. When you play with organs and bones like an artist plays with paint or clay, the horror of death doesn’t feel suffocating. It feels freeing alike any other feeling.

When I was thirteen I found an old tome in the abandoned house no one was supposed to enter, wrapped in a leather that didn’t look like any leather I’ve seen my butcher father peel off animals and tan himself. This felt like a leather made of something much more aware. I discovered hundreds of human anatomy drawings and diagrams in that tome. This was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before because for the first time in my life I was interested in something that felt more important than just surviving.

I started by digging up dead pets or livestock, but I never killed them myself. I’d wait until a dog was attacked by a coyote or a cow would get sick before I’d dig up its remains and play either the new power I’d been given with the tome. I wanted to utilize its promise to grant the power to give life back to the fallen.

The first few experiments went horribly wrong, cats screaming in pain or rats not being able to move or see, just be alive. I switched tactics and began only trying skeletons after all if they didn’t have nervous systems, they can’t feel pain right? So I fashioned a few together with raw flesh but just enough to connect the bones together.

The first success was a mess, he had rotting flesh holding him together by thin threads of magic and his skeleton was missing a bone in his arm so I had to steal someone else’s from a different grave. Too bad the other person had much shorter arms so his right arm was longer than his left. Still the pride I felt in that moment was monumental. I grabbed a piece of leather that matched the leather from my time and painted on a name: Berin.

After that my experiments kept evolving, more advanced skeletons and eventually full zombies that looked better each time as I pinned on their name tag. However, Berin stayed my favorite of my undead army. He stayed by my side and kept me company in my family home as I stay at paintings of my deceased parents and sister. Is that why I’m so obsessed with bringing life to corpses? Is this why I’m so obsessed with death? Regardless I kept up my work with Berin at my side.

The rumors about me are not true. I have never ordered one of my undead to attack someone, and I have never planned to do anything evil with my new little family. However, nosy neighbors spread gossip around like wildfire and the rumors evolved until those damn self righteous adventures came along promises to put me down like a dog for crimes I never committed nor planned to commit.

When you’re surrounded by undead you don’t think about what death will be like for yourself. You stop having nightmares about that when you realize how temporary death can be. You don’t think about the pain and fear in those last moments. You don’t think about the darkness overwhelming you suddenly when you’re murdered by “heroes”. My afterlife was something I never thought of but unfortunately I didn’t get even get one. The gods decided that because I played with the sacred art of death, I had to just be in a black void for eternity. I have no clue how long I was stuck in that limbo state of no return.

The light returning to me was a shock to the senses unlike any other. I opened my eyes and found myself in my old family basement, runes and candles littering the room. Standing over me is a skeleton with pitch black eyes with green pupils. An aura of death and power around it unlike any of my experiments. Then I saw it was wearing a faded name tag made of human skin. The paint has long faded and wore off but I could be the ‘B’ and ‘E’ on it well enough. Then I saw his arms, the right longer than the left. My Berin had resurrected me like I resurrected him.

You, a necromancer, were always fond of your skeleton minions. Even going as far as to make each one a personalized name tag. Then you were cut down by those blasted heroes, only to one day reopen your eyes and see an Elder Lich looming over you with a very faded name tag.

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

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...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!” 

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?” 

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off. 

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded. 

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point. 

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime. 

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!” 

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?” 

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?” 

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you. 

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming. 

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door. 

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him. 

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?” 

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead. 

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

 As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind. 

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound. 

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear. 

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest. 

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping. 

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face. 

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed. 

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.