#but nightmares always zombies. and my teeth

[horrortember]

Calling all lovers of darkfic, grimdarks, creepypastas, and scary stories! I had yet to see a monthly writing event themed around horror, so I made one! The event will occur in September, so you have plenty of time to get ready.

If you feel like participating, tag your fills with #horrortember2024, and I'll reblog as many as I can! Fanfic is strongly encouraged, but original fiction is accepted as well. And, depending on how many people join, I'll post a list of completionists or participants at the end of the month!

A written list of prompts is under the cut:

1. AND THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN WHAT I DESERVE, FOR MY TEETH TO JUST FALL OUT: body horror, parasite, gore

2. BUT THEY SAW SOMETHING THAT’S REAL: pretending to be human, identical, visceral

3. WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF: vampires, zombies, werewolves

4. IT’S ALWAYS BEST WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE OFF: music, silence, echoes

5. BURIED ABOVE THE GROUND: dust, overgrown, forgotten

6. WHAT HAVE I DONE: losing memories, possession, cursed

7. DREAMLESS SLEEP: sick, survivor, injury

8. NOW ONLY DOGS WILL FOLLOW ME: cannibalism, eaten alive, maggots

9. HAVE YOU HEARD THE STORY OF THE RABBIT IN THE MOON: meta, cosmic horror, forbidden knowledge

10. WE DIDN’T GO IN THERE ALONE: hunted, solitary, darkness

11. YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME FOREVER: obsession, yandere, overpowering emotions

12. I WEEP AND SAY GOODNIGHT, LOVE, AS MY ORGANS PACK IT IN: doomsday, apocalypse, certain death

13. WHAT DO YOU KNOW: nightmare, prophecy, inevitable

14. I CAN MAKE THE WORLD SEEM SLOW: polaroid, motel, record player

15. DON’T KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE: doll, reflection, facet

16. NEVER SHALL WE DIE: immortality, decay, cyclical

17. WHAT DID YOU BURY BEFORE THOSE HANDS PULLED ME FROM THE EARTH: oops, self-made monster, playing god

18. SHE’LL SAY SHE LOVES YOU, EVEN THOUGH SHE ONLY WANTS TO STEAL YOUR SOUL: haunting the narrative, inseparable, devotion

19. ARE YOU ALIVE, AM I AWAKE: chills, hallucinations, paranoia

20. IN THE RED, YOU’RE BETTER OFF DEAD: hunger, craving, unconventional needs

21. HOW DO I BREAK YOU BEFORE YOU BREAK ME: unreliable narrator, serial killer, manipulation

22. THERE IS NO END: help isn’t coming, final girl, trauma

23. LIFE CAN BE LIKE A DREAM: gone wrong, descent into madness, distrust

24. HEAR THEM LAUGHING UNDERNEATH: hollow, below the surface, remnants

25. I’LL SAY GOODBYE SOON: timeloop, lesson learned, consequence

26. NO CURE IS COMING NEAR: animals, rabies, primal fears

27. WHY DON’T YOU LET ME BE FREE: hanahaki, soulmates, trope inversion

28. AND THEN HE STARTED LAUGHING UNTIL HE CRACKED HIS JAW: butterflies, roses, sunshine

29. WHERE LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL ALL THE TIME: man-made, perfection, out of place

30. YOU ARE CALLED TO THE TREES: climb, descend, mass migration

[mypimpademia]

— [2:20 AM]

Bakugo x Black! Reader

TW: None

KATSUKI IS A BIT OF AN INSOMNIAC. It happened overtime, and he misses going to bed at 10 PM and sleeping like a log till 5 AM. Now, he pushed his bedtime back to the old man hour of 9 PM, just to give himself an extra 30 minutes to toss and turn before falling asleep. And another 30 minutes to compensate for the nightmares and subconsciously relived trauma that had him waking up breathless and sweaty.

On worse nights, he’d shoot up into an upright position, gasping for air as you frantically tried to calm him down while fighting off sleep.

“Kat, Katsuki,” you’d groan, putting a hand on his bare chest to ground him. “It’s okay, it was just a dream, you’re okay.”

Katsuki would lace his sweaty fingers through yours, both of you feeling out the rhythm of his heart while you guided him through deep breathing. Once he stopped shaking and was breathing properly, you’d pepper kisses on the sharp line of his jaw, and gently lay him back against the mattress.

On better nights, he’d catch himself before he disturbed your sleep. Inhaling sharply, eyes snapping open, and body tensing as he came to.

He always makes sure that you never wake up when he does, staying still for a minute or two, listening to your soft snores. Then, he untangles your limbs as carefully as he can, slipping out of bed and tucking you back in.

With nothing better to do after pacing your quiet, moonlit house for a few minutes, Katsuki decides he’s hungry. It’s not uncommon for him to make late night snacks, or meals rather, especially after abruptly waking up from his sleep for the nth time that week.

But tonight, he was far too tired to be making a Michelin-star-esque meal in the middle of the night. So, he settled on a bowl of cereal.

Katsuki tried not to take long on his nightly departures from the bed, but your sense of time gets altered when you’re wandering around like a zombie. And just as he was pouring his Honey Nut Cheerios, he heard you slowly walking into the kitchen.

“Everything okay, Suki?” You grumbled, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind, your head resting on his shoulder.

By the sound of your voice, you were basically still asleep. The cool silk of your bonnet sent a chill down Katsuki’s spine, he felt guilty knowing that he was the reason you were up a stumbling around the house at this hour.

“Yeah, go back to bed, baby,” he told you, pouring milk into his cereal while mixing it around with his spoon.

You kissed your teeth in protest. You weren’t going back without him, and he knew that.

A chuckle vibrated through his chest and back, and he gently guided you towards the couch, where you sat curled up against his side wrapped in a blanket while he ate, a comfortable silence between you.

You were fighting back sleep, nodding off against his shoulder, eyes barely open. Katsuki was no better, nearly falling asleep into his bowl of cereal before forcing himself into consciousness.

“Gimmie some,” you croaked, silently opening your mouth, awaiting a spoonful of sugary cereal and cold milk.

Katsuki fed you carefully, making sure not to drip anywhere, and wiping away the bit that dribbled from the corner of your lip.

You laid your head back against his shoulder, settling deeper into the couch and sighing. He kissed the top of your head, and smushed his cheek against you.

“You just kiss me with milk breath?” You grunted.

“I just fed you and I can’t even get a kiss?” Katsuki chuckled.

“Not with no milk breath, you can’t.” You retorted.

“I love you too.”

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[gamergirl-06]

Nellis

For all the Nellis (Nick + Ellis) shippers out there (been seeing a lot of Nellis content lately) (also my regarding my left4dead story I posted here earlier, it was a text I sent my nan of what I had written in my journal but edited, she liked it 🥹)

Warnings: fluff

The entire saferoom was quiet. The sound that Nick used to complain about enjoying.

All of his teammates were asleep, Ellis was nestled into his side with his arms wrapped around his waist and Nick in a protective embrace.

Nick looked down at his boyfriends sleeping from and smiled. He couldn’t believe he found the southern boy amongst the chaos.

He remembered the day he met Ellis on the roof of the burning hotel.

Flashback

“Hey come back” Rochelle yelled

“Come back, come back” coach yelled out to the helicopter which just left “oh he ain’t coming back”

Nick gritted his teeth in anger “damnit”

Ellis chimed in “looks like that chopper is head in’ to the evac centre at the mall”

“Gotta agree, let’s follow em to the mall” coach agreed.

Nick walked over grabbing and a crowbar and he smiled thinking back to his time as a con man “this feels good”

He failed to notice the southern boy come up beside him until he opened his mouth.

“What does?

Nick almost shit himself as he turned beside him and looked Ellis in the eye.

“Could you not do that” he said a little annoyed a little in shock as his breathing went from fast to normal in 2 seconds.

“Sorry I apologize” Ellis said.

There was something about the boy that drew Nick in but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He watched Ellis grab the two pistols and walk into the hotel.

Flashback ends

He had to admit, he was a bit of an asshole towards the kid but that’s because he felt feelings towards him and it scared him at first.

The last time Nick loved it ended in a messy marriage he ended up being unhappy in, and after that it had been a long time that he hadn’t felt those feelings. He was so used to being the most important person to himself and so distrusting of others that he closed himself off which was why he was an asshole in the first place.

He was scared to have human interaction and at one point even going as far as saying “I trust the zombies more than I trust real people”.

But that was before Ellis and now..hell he had changed, for the better. He started to trust everyone in the group and been kinder towards others because Ellis was, coach and Ro liked this Nick better. Sometimes he would make snarky remarks but that was all in good fun. Nick even made a lot of bad dad jokes to cheer the group up which worked a lot of the time.

Nick loved Ellis so much and he didn’t want to admit it but the thought of losing the love of his life scared him.

He had reoccurring nightmares of Ellis dying at the hands of infected and everytime he would wake up in a pool of sweat.

He hasn’t told the others about them because he didn’t want to seem weak and especially not Ellis, he didn’t want to seem like he couldn’t protect him.

Tonight was one of those nights, Nick lay awake due to the same horrible nightmare and he couldn’t get back to sleep.

Laying there with Ellis on top of him, all he could do was look out of the window of a house they had found as he watched the moon in the sky.

Nick sighed “why did I do to deserve this?”

Ellis stirred slightly which caused Nick to look down at him.

“Why are ya awake?” Ellis said as he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Nick.

“Just couldn’t sleep?” Nick replied looking back out the window “Now go back to sleep”

“No, there’s sum’n bothering ya. Ya can tell me Nicky” Ellis said as he placed a hand on his boyfriend’s cheek.

Nick looked back down out Ellis who gave him his undivided attention before sighing “ok”

He began “I’ve been getting the same nightmare a lot since we’ve been together. It’s horrible and always the same, you dying at the hands of infected and me begging you to stay awake for me…”Nick stopped and his eyes glassed over with tears.

Ellis began to rub soothing circles on Nick’s cheeks as he continued.

“I’m scared that those dreams will become reality one day and I can’t bear the thought of losing you because I love you so fucking much” his voice cracked as tears rolled down his face “I don’t want to hold your dead body sobbing for you to come back to me, I need you, I want us to have a life together. You changed me for the better Ellis”

Wiping away Nick’s tears, Ellis kisses his cheek before saying “Darlin’ you ain’t gonna lose me, I have so much dumb shit that I want to do when we are out of here and you know I can’t miss out on that”

Nick let out a giggle, an actual genuine giggle

“Thanks hon” Nik replied

“Much obliged” Ellis replied “also I’ll be damned if I die because I wouldn’t want to leave you either and I wouldn’t be able to do this anymore”

Nick is caught off guard by Ellis crashing his lips to Nicks and once realizing, Nick hold Ellis in his arms before they pull away.

“I feel weak” Nick said

“Why?”

“Because I feel like I can’t protect you if I have those dreams it makes me feel that-“

Ellis cut him off “hey hey hey, you are not weak, you’ve protected me more times than I can count”

Nick smiled “really?”

“Yes, now cuddle me” Ellis said and Nick slipped down next to him pulling Ellis into his chest.

“I love you Ellis”

“Love you too Nick”

[glimmerlofsea]

Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

I DID IT

Warning : Lots of guilt, mention of scars, and lots of fluff! ;d and platonic relationship, I guess?

WC; 3,0k+

#TALKISSA; okay... before we start, I just want to say thank you for the opportunity you gave me to this Billy Hargrove fanfic that I made! No lie, this is the first time I've uploaded it on Tumblr, I've done it several times on Wattpad, but I want to try something new by writing it on Tumblr! If you don't mind, would you give it a chance by reading this story? I would really appreciate it! Thank you, and happy reading! For those of you who faithfully read my fanfic, I will give you the name 'issea', hihi (sorry I'm bad at giving nicknames). Happy reading, issea!

01:00 AM.

The clock ticking very loudly barged into your ears, people's shouts and shrill sounds almost made you unable to breathe properly.

Your legs couldn't stop shaking since you were waiting in front of the ICU room. You kept putting your thumbnail between your teeth because you were nervous.

You let out a heavy breath, as if you were holding back the tears from coming out, until finally they all came out and you couldn't stop crying in the hospital hallway. Your breath hitched, you were the one who should have stopped breathing forever— Your head should have been on your side, but no, they're convinced you to die.

This all starts with you being trapped between dimensions in Hawkins, just like the Zombie Boy they know but you are strategic enough to make yourself alive.

Of course it brought a lot of heavy trauma, but that incident actually made you enthusiastic about socializing again— even though in the end you were still stuck with Steve and Nancy. Not long after that you met the charming guy who came all the way from California, brought his flashy blue Camaro and made an attractive appearance in his tight jeans. This incident makes you want to enjoy your life even more, who knows you will die at the closest distance and at the wrong time, right?

Your thoughts make the new 'King of Hawkins' interested. If he doesn't make friends with girls, then it's with you that he makes them. Not only because you eliminate his lust, but he feels safe around you.

He is your Chicago. He was.

You were waiting in the hospital in blood-stained clothes, if you hadn't shouted at Joyce to immediately close the gate, maybe Billy would really have died. You felt guilty for yelling at that woman, you could feel Mrs. Byers, but you can't put your friends at risk.

Friends who feel safe around you, who feel like their life depends on your life. You didn't want to lose him, you couldn't.

You kept praying all the time that God would give him another chance, so that you and he could share the time together and the adventures he always wanted while in his hometown, California. You love him, but he doesn't feel worthy of being loved.

You were in your room, tidying up your things, you didn't want Billy to see you when he was fully awake. You were a nightmare for him, you were the one who caused him to have all these nightmares and you hated yourself for it. You did it, I did it, your mind always has images of those 3 sentences.

What would you do? You'll be far away from Hawkins and never come back here, you're too embarrassed and guilt enveloped you and hugged you tightly, not allowing you to let go.

Until Max finally realized what you were doing,

"So what? You're just gonna leave us?!" Max's voice was no less shaking when you first saw Billy's condition, her voice showed that she had been crying, "Y/N, please!"

Without looking at her, you just packed up your clothes to put them in a bag, "I don't want him to see me, Max."

"Exactly, why? Why don't you want him to see you, Y/N? If you leave you'll—"

"—I did it, Max." You said, cutting Max off, looking at Max who was just as puffy as you, "It was my fault."

You sat on the edge of your bed, followed by Max, Max let out a voice, "I don't want to think about it, but you make it sound like murder. Billy bet his life in the hospital, Y/N! You can't just leave like that , you-"

"Let me explain it."

Max was silent when you interrupted her conversation for the second time,

"I never wanted to bring Billy into this interdimensional, supernatural things or whatever you want to call it. And I didn't want him to see me as a crazy psychopath girl who had wandered into another world, Max." You said looking at Max, she watched your words carefully, "That was when I made a stupid condition, he wanted to date me but I said if he could beat any older girl in Hawkins then I would give him a chance. I know I'm fool, but guess what? It's not worth it at all Max, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"Why are you sorry for, Y/N? I still don't understand."

"That night, he said he was going to date Mrs. Wheeler, that's when he fell into the Upside Down, Max. I know that because at that time I didn't see Mrs. Wheeler coming out of her house, and someone called me, it was Billy, but I didn't hear anything but heard..." You stopped for a moment and looked at Max deeply, "Demogorgon's voice?" She suggested.

You nodded, "But that time was different, it was too roaring and fierce. I wanted to tell Hopper but if it was true that Billy was the host I couldn't help but want to protect him, Max."

Max hugged you, you buried your chin in the little girl's shoulder, she stroked your back, "You're just trying to protect him, that's the point, okay? Don't leave him, Y/N, please. He needs you, we need you."

"You're not gonna change?" Max asked as you sat near Billy's body, which was still on the verge of death and life.

You sighed, "No. I want to contain this blood trail even if it makes me look like a murderer."

The door creaked, you stood up to see who it was, it turned out to be Susan and Neil. Susan with her expression of pity immediately hugged her daughter while Neil didn't even show any emotion at all, sometimes you think why did Billy have to go through this? Why didn't Neil, who fell, deserve more punishment?

"Damn it, I knew he would be very troublesome. Should have finished him off first."

Even though the sound he made was very small, your ears were sharp enough to catch it. You don't know why, but you felt really hurt, like someone was trying to split your heart into several parts.

You stepped towards Neil, "Your son is in a coma, and all you can say is 'he's a troublesome''? For fucks sake, why should God give you a heart to live if you can't use it well?"

You could feel Max holding your arm tightly by the collar, begging you to stop.

Neil chuckled, "Watch your damn mouth, young girl."

"No, watch your damn mouth, Neil. My friend here is trying desperately to survive and you? You're his father hoping he dies? Unbelievable. I can just—"

Neil slapped you, you could feel Max's grip getting tighter.

The door banging sounded very loud,

"Mr. Hargrove, you will be detained for investigation as a result of a domestic violence case, you have the right to speak if you have a lawyer."

Officer Powell forcefully handcuffed Neil's hands. Neil couldn't stop cursing your name but you were happy that Billy could finally live without violence.

You looked at Max, Max hugged you, "Thank you."

Billy hasn't opened his eyes for almost a week, you decide to clean yourself up, the kids visit Billy twice a week to accompany Max.

Sometimes Steve, Robin and Nancy also join in to visit Billy, and also make sure you're okay.

Max is at school, you keep convincing her to focus on school and you will take care of Billy. You were cleaning up some leftover food on the patient's table, tying your hair back and leaving some strands of hair on your right side because Billy loved it.

"I told you it's better on the right side, right?"

The familiar voice that dives into your eardrums makes you flinch, startled, remember a thousand languages and your feelings are mixed and you can't explain how.

You turned your head and saw Billy who was smiling, you quickly hugged Billy very tightly, "Be careful, there are holes in my body." His words made you chuckle in between your tears.

You broke away, "I'll call the doctor." But he held your hand and buried you against his body, for a moment you felt comfortable, but you were afraid of making him hurt, so you made a little distance from him, "Doesn't it hurt?"

"It does. But you're my medicine, aren't you?"

You smiled, “I really missed your voice.”

He was the first to realize that you were crying, tears came out of your eyes, he wiped them with his fingers, while you were still looking at him with your sobs, "I fucking hate seeing you cry. Why are you crying?"

You choked on your sobs, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, if I hadn't told you to do the terms of that stupid sentence maybe you wouldn't..." You couldn't even finish your sentence.

Billy tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, while you took a deep breath, "What if you don't make it? If the monster does—"

Billy stroked your back, he was so calm, "Sshh.. It's okay, I'm fine, you're fine. That's what's important now, understand? Look at me, do I look like I didn't make it through that maniac incident?"

Your crying began to calm down, you sighed, holding the wound on his stomach carefully, "Yes, a little."

Billy chuckled, he kissed your hair, “I missed you.”

You shook your head, "No. I missed you, asshole."

There he is. The hug he gave seemed to say that you would be safe from whatever would happen to that cursed town, you really hoped that Billy was still Billy after this incident. Just hearing his heartbeat makes you calm, and you don't feel guilty anymore.

Author's Note : Thank you to all the issea who have read it to the end! I really appreciate it and sorry if this sucks because I can't get straight to the romantic story— but I'll try it! ♡

[v4lky-ri3]

The Siblings

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Notes: This is dedicated to my brother. I love you to the ends of the Earth and will definitely protect you through the zombie apocalypse. I've had this idea in my head for months now, and thought it's about time I make it real. There will be a part 2 later down the road. As always, would love to hear your thoughts <3

CW: gore/graphic imagery, mentions of death and the undead, apocalyptic and dystopian setting

Word Count: 567 words

Soundtrack: The Promise by When In Rome 💿

No one knows how it started. One minute you’re in school and the next you’re running away from your best friend down the corridors. Chaos swallowed the world, entire governments crumble in a matter of days. Cities were abandoned, metal skeletons now decaying, and those who were left behind didn’t make it. Except me.

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Heavy footfalls echo across the halls, screeching following shortly behind. Flashes of colourful garment and glistening jewels are ignored as the glass crunches underneath my boots. I need to get away, I need to hide. I’ve made it this far, 2 years of surviving by the skin of my teeth. Glancing over my shoulder, the ghastly beast’s jaw hangs and gapes. Hollow eyes, bulging black veins, and a rotten corpse add to the walking nightmare. A shell of the person that once was. Now merely a husk, a host to the virus.

I turn the corner and crash into a store, shelves bare and covered in blankets of dust. The creature's shrieks rings in my ear, until a small whimper and pair of wide eyes peek over the counter. The cluttering and shuffling of objects, and low growls draw closer. Maneuvering around the counting and crouch beside the boy. I look to the side, where a young boy was trembling with fear. Placing a finger to my lips, while reaching out to grab an empty can and throw it across the store, as it lands with a clatter. A shrill screech rings out as the creature lunges toward the can. Without hesitation, I grab the boy’s wrist and pull him to his feet.Rushing out of the store, while the creature is distracted. 

The scrapping of nails and pounding of shoes against the tiles bounce off the walls. Sunlight reflects off the broken glass underfoot, puddles as they splash. The creature hisses, its hand stretching towards us as we weave beams of sunlight. Its skin bubbling and burning under the light, howls of pain cut through the air as smoke rises from its flesh. Mere steps away from the door, the feeling of bony fingers curl around my ankle yanking me back. I kick the beast in the face. Blood splatters, staining my cheek, as its fingers slowly unfurl itself from around my ankle. Dragging the boy out of the building and into the desolate streets. 

"Are you okay?" I ask, hunched over gasping for breath.

"I’m okay," he muttered, looking down at the ground, "Thank you for saving me." A moment of silence passes between us, an unspoken question hangs in the air.

"Alessia,” I sigh,  “my name is Alessia." A blinding smile bursts from his face, as he wraps his small scratch-covered arms around me. 

“My name is David,” He says, “Can I join you?” Looking up at me with eyes sparkling with hope.  I can’t  leave him here to fend for himself, it feels wrong. People changed, humanity became the worst version of itself after the Outbreak, becoming worse than the creature that chased us. He won’t survive on his own.

“Sure,” I said.“But we have to get moving. It’ll be dark soon.”

We walk down the streets hand in hand. Greeny sprouts from between the cracks in the concrete. Vines climb and sprawl upwards. As our shadows stretch along the pavement. Distant calls of growls and howls carry through the air, as the clouds glow a burning orange.

[georgie3116]

RE// MCU - Black Widow: Nemesis

> Please enjoy an excerpt of my Wattpad FanFic. This excerpt comes from Chapter 3 when Jill Valentine finally meets the Black Widow. Find a link to the full (in progressed released story).

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Jill began to crawl away the smell of gasoline filled her nose and she's only free of the wreck just before the car explodes, more pain shot through her muscles as the explosion pushed her into the road.

Jill looked up in horror as the creature continued to walk through the flames of the inferno, the plastic wrap covering its face began to melt away and Jill swore it would be a sight that would remain with her for the rest of her life.

Its face was a living nightmare a contortion of inhuman flesh, a giant mouth, and oversized teeth

"Hey, fuckface" a female voice yelled distracting the creature from its original prey.

Suddenly a rocket was launched in its direction which the creature catches with its tentacle that protruded from its arm, annoyed it threw the explosive into a car with ease as it narrowed its gaze recognising the red-headed Avenger perched on the roof of a police car with a very big rocket launcher aimed at it

"AVENGER" the creature growled with anger, this B.O.W had been infected with a primary objective 'Kill S.T.A.R.S’ but also a complex threat assessment matrix and unfortunately for Natasha Romanoff it recognised her as a threat to its objective and its existence.

Before the B.O.W can react against her she fires another 'her last' rocket at the creature catching it right where the Black Widow had aimed it to go, the creature collapsed in a flaming heap keeping it down for good, at least that what Black Widow hoped.

Natasha ran to the woman laying in the street discarding the now useless rocket launcher, Jill stared up at her rescuer in awe, an Avenger here in Racoon City, the infamous Black Widow had saved her life

"You- you're an Avenger" Jill stuttered her words, she mentally kicked herself for being such a gibbering mess in front of her all time favourite hero,

Black Widow gave Jill a small smile, but Jill couldn't help but notice that the red heads smile never reflected in her eyes

"The names Natasha Romanoff and I'm saving you" Natasha placed Jill's arm around her shoulder so that the injured S.T.A.R.S officer could lean on her for support,

Jill had to admit the woman was a lot stronger than she looked "Come on let's get you some place safe" she painfully raised Jill to her feet, the two women quickly fled the scene although Natasha quickly looked back at the burning body of the B.O.W in the street 'And stay down' Natasha Romanoff thought to herself.

Chapter 4

LOCATION: The Streets of Racoon City

"Whe-, where are we going" Jill asked as the red-headed Avenger continued to carry her, Jill's proverbial knight in shining...Kevlar?

Natasha doesn't answer Jill's question instead she moved quickly with the S.T.A.R.S officer hanging over her shoulder for support and looking back occasionally to ensure that they hadn't been followed

"I think we're in the clear" Natasha let go of Jill allowing the woman to catch her breath "I hope so" Jill gasped clutching at her hurting ribs, a series of loud gun shots caught both of their attention, a loud explosion soon followed.

Black Widow suspected that it was the U.B.C.S officers she had sighted earlier, given the cops experience with Umbrella she decided that it might not be a good idea to tell her that unfortunately they were going to have to work with the Umbrella mercenaries.

"I saw some soldiers a few blocks down protecting civilians from the Zombies, hopefully they might have somewhere we can find sanctuary for a while" Jill nodded it was a good idea, she quickly became aware that she had been staring at the beautiful Avenger,

Jill felt mortified at herself for being so rude "Let me guess you want a picture" Black Widow smirked causing Jill to cringe

"Sorry, but I've always wanted to meet an Avenger"

Natasha's lips formed a thin line, she didn't like the 'almost celebrity' status that came with being an Avenger and certainly didn't feel like she deserved any admiration, Stark on the other hand lives for the attention, she however was no hero

"Hey, I'm a person just like you" Natasha insisted although it was a lie, she hadn't been a 'person' for a long time now.

"I don't think there's anyone like you Ms Romanoff and for what it's worth you're my favourite Avenger" Natasha smirked at Jill's attempt of flattering her, she didn't need to bother the officer with details of why no one in their right mind should idolise her.

Jill painfully straightens her aching spine stretching her sore arms "So... are there any other Avengers coming to the rescue?" Black Widows gaze dropped slightly

"No, I'm afraid not. The others are currently held up in Wakanda, news of the attack won't reach my teammates in time to come to our aid" Natasha Romanoff was different from her team, the Wild Card, the outcast, the mystery.

However, Natasha Romanoff had proved time and time again that she deserved her status as one of the founding members, since her method of ask questions first, punch later made her the ideal Avenger for S.H.I.E.L.D to pass this mission off onto

"That's a shame, I could sure do with a Thor or a Hulk right now" Natasha smirked again, her smirk was as sharp as glass

"Yeah, you and me both" Natasha supported Jill again as they made a beeline towards the sound of gunfire.

"Everyone, follow my men!" yelled a male voice most definitely a soldier Natasha thought as she made a quick assessment, he certainly had the build of a soldier, but his hair made her pause a complete fluffy mess on the soldier's head,

she wondered if the hair was an intentional fashion statement or just poor upkeep.�� 

The soldier suddenly took notice of the two women 

"Hey ladies its not safe on the streets!" he yelled and seeing that one of them was injured he approached to help, that was until he noticed that one of them was the Black Widow 

"Oh wow, we had no idea an Avenger would be in the city" both Natasha and Jill simultaneously rolled their eyes.

***

[sixty-silver-wishes]

My take on Monster High! These are mainly based on the Gen 1 designs, which I grew up with, with a few of my own touchups!

- Cleo has a fake Osiris beard as a nod to Hatshepsut (to let everyone know she’s royalty, obviously!) I replaced her choker with some wrappings resembling a stylish neck scarf, and her eye makeup is modeled after the Eye of Horus. It always annoyed me that Cleo had basically no non-human or supernatural qualities in her design, so if I were to color her in, I’d make her a dark green- another nod to the Osiris myth.

- Lagoona is basically the same, but I gave her a rounder head, wider mouth, and no nose to make her appearance more fishlike. I also gave her a swimming cap instead of a hoodie. She was always my favorite of the monsters as a kid!

- I tried to make Clawdeen appear more wolflike by adding fur on her face, ears, and legs, and giving her paws instead of hands. I loved the moon motif that the new generation uses for her, so I gave her belt a moon phase design.

- Frankie has more scars and a more patchwork appearance here, and the dress is made up of all different fabrics- sort of like Sally in Nightmare Before Christmas. I still wanted to keep a “preppy” aesthetic, so I kept the overall shape of the G1 outfit. I also made more use of the lightning bolt motif in Frankie’s hair and dress collar.

- I wanted to accentuate Ghoulia’s zombie features, so I gave her more sunken cheeks, no nose, and eyes with dark sclerae. However, her 2000s scene look is absolutely iconic and I could not tamper with it.

- Draculaura probably has the most changes here. I moved her hair higher onto her head and gave her bat-shaped hair ties. While I like her new design, I honestly prefer the striped hair in Gen 1 to the split-dyed hairstyle she has today, so I kept it. I made her ears and nose longer and pointier, and gave her more prominent teeth like Clawdeen’s. While I kept her overall pastel goth/lolita fashion aesthetic, I gave her a high collar as a nod to Bela Lugosi’s Dracula costume. Her skirt is more voluminous and has some extra patterns on it.

[immorker]

First post on tumblr, if the tags are wrong please tell me about it Works for #horrortember 1. AND THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN WHAT I DESERVE, FOR MY TEETH TO JUST FALL OUT: body horror, parasite, gore Well it's more of a weird sensation when you get something stuck in your teeth. Greens, meat fibers.

The toothpick doesn't help you, so you go to the mirror, you're going to take care of the problem.

But in the reflection you see something strange, something...alive. upd: I can't stop thinking about dental nerves, ha.

2. BUT THEY SAW SOMETHING THAT’S REAL: pretending to be human, identical, visceral I guess we're done pretending to be a nightmare, huh? Everyone around you already knows who you are. Take your heart in your hands and think - who are you with?

3. WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF: vampires, zombies, werewolves

Simple here. The moment, the daze when you're already out of the dark, but you hear a growl behind you and your adrenal glands start going crazy, releasing a shocking dose of catecholamine into your bloodstream.

4. IT’S ALWAYS BEST WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE OFF: music, silence, echoes

Visualization to the album Apocryphos - Atrementia.

disruption of the connection of identity and one's name

5. BURIED ABOVE THE GROUND: dust, overgrown, forgotten

A strange silent forest through which you must pass, for a feat no one wants to accomplish.  And as you get closer, you begin to realize - it's not clods of dust, it's not tangles of grass, it's...it was once people.

[srarizard]

Back on my Rayman bullshit.

I literally have nowhere to talk about Rayman but the Tumblr tag seems to be popping so here goes. I am probably the only person on planet Earth who cannot stop thinking about Reflux. I will always be critical of Rayman 3 for its very surface level characters and unfunny "humor", but it still has a lot of environmental storytelling if you look for it. For example, there is plenty of evidence to suggest that the Knaaren are bipedal toads.

Artistic liberties were taken, of course, but it's almost a perfect match. It also explains the dot on his forehead, as most toads have warts all over. The warts only become more prominent during the final boss battle, too.

Not to mention, the tunnel system they live in is directly outside of a ravine full of poisoned water. This implies that there might have been a time when they were semi-aquatic. They also have flat teeth, with no canines. I like to think it's because they are herbivores forced to feast on whatever they can find, because they have no plants within miles to feed on. It would explain why they prefer the brain, as it's squishy and easy to chew, as well as the zombie eggs that are the only notable, reliable food source seen in the desert.

Now, what about the way that they evolved? Most of this is speculation, but I can at least tie it together. Knaaren are invincible canonically. Reflux contradicts this in two ways; he has defeated other Knaaren to claim the title of champion, and he dies at the end of Rayman 3. It can only be concluded that he isn't a "normal" Knaaren, and the best way to explain this is to acknowledge the fact that the champion receives the power of the Leptys. Not only is Reflux the only Knaaren to use magic, his boss battle is, quite frankly, insane. I just replayed it yesterday, and it came extremely close. It's possible he used his power to exhaust the other Knaaren to the point where they can no longer fight in order to claim the title of champion using those powers.

In theory, it can also be said that the power of the Leptys creates a weakness. God powers must take a lot of energy to channel no matter what sort of creature you are. So, in theory, Reflux was burning the candle at both ends, pridefully striking down challengers and assuming that he would never be defeated with how much power he has come to earn. He becomes a monster in his thirst for revenge at the end of the game, which ultimately kills him. What this implies about the Leptys is vague, but it certainly has something to do with the deity.

Now, this is my favorite part. Reflux is actually the only character Rayman has ever done wrong. I'd say he's the only one Rayman ever killed, but uh, depends on your view of canon, so I'll be focusing on what is undeniable. Rayman blasts into the desert without warning, and granted it's to save his friend, but he ruins Reflux's life in doing so. He had no choice but to become the champion and shame his opponent. Reflux made his entire identity on being champion, and eagerly accepts when André promises the ability to claim revenge. Rayman was just supposed to be a fun exercise for him, and now Reflux finds himself outcast due to an outsider who doesn't even want to be champion. It's the fault of his pride, but it is still a way that Rayman has made someone's life worse.

It's also interesting to think of them as cultural opposites. Rayman comes from a lovely dream world, and Reflux comes from a hellish nightmare that he had to claw his way to the top. Rayman was born a hero, and Reflux had to earn it. Ubisoft really shot themselves in the foot by not expanding on that, I think. They could have really made something out of the contrast of dreams and nightmares.

Anyway, thank you for coming to my TED talk. If you read this far, please stan Reflux.

[irlkisukeurahara]

Gonna rant about my Pokémon AU again

Rose's Darkest Day happened a little over three years ago. November will mark the fourth year since it occurred. Ever since that day, Leon has been suffering from a severe delusion. He thinks that Eternatus killed him. That he died protecting Hop and that everything he's done was in vain, and now he exists as nothing but a dead husk of a man, a zombie. He consistently believed this for a year and a half.

And Raihan believed it wholeheartedly at first. He was convinced that Leon was right, that he was dead and brought back to life at the mercy of God. He walked on eggshells around him, thinking that if he did something wrong Leon's life would be revoked again. He couldn't lose him again.

He had to force Leon to eat. Leon was convinced that there was no point in eating because he was a corpse, but Raihan occasionally managed to convince him to feed himself and stay alive. This was a constant for a year and a half, until Leon slowly started to realize he was alive. Then Raihan realized Leon was delusional.

But Leon wasn't clear of this delusion forever. Leon doesn't know yet, but he has Bipolar Disorder. When on an upswing, he believes he's alive and enjoys being alive. But, during a depression, he's back into believing he's a corpse. He falls back into nihilism and starving. Raihan doesn't know how to deal with Leon's issues. He asks anyone and everyone close to Leon for help. Sonia just said to not encourage his beliefs. Kazarah (OC) said to not mention it whenever he's not delusional. Hop ignored his messages entirely. Raihan tries his best, but he continues to struggle.

As it turns out, when Leon almost died against Eternatus, the blast mutated his body. His DNA was altered, making him part Eternatus. He becomes a Dynamax Energy hotspot, allowing anyone to Dynamax if they're within a stadium's distance of him, even in other regions. The more intense revelation of this, however, is Eternatus State.

Whenever Hop is threatened, his mind flashes back to the day he almost died. And as such, his body is overtaken with fear and rage. And Eternatus takes over. He becomes animalistic and violent to protect Hop, attacking with claws and tearing people's flesh with his teeth and cannibalizing it. He could also use Eternatus' moveset in this state, but it's rare for him to do so as he's mindless and running on adrenaline.

The start of a Bipolar Depression episode always starts with a nightmare of when he "died." And as he lays there helplessly in his dream world, the Eternatus State triggers in his sleep. He snarls and growls, scratching scars into the mattress. As one attempts to wake him up, he'll impulsively attack to defend himself. He then snaps back into himself, and sees the person there with a claw mark on their face or chest. And then he panics. Especially when it happened before he was aware of Eternatus State.

Leon is convinced he's a demon, a monster. Hop had already been considered monsters by their mother and grandparents because he inherited their father's psychic powers. Now Leon was a monster in a literal sense. He struggled to grapple with reality. What was he supposed to do?!

He's a helpless and dangerous walking corpse.

[natalieleif]

Happy Goretober-ween, everyone! I wasn't quite able to get through all the gruesome prompts this year, but I was able to pull off 22 of them, which is a solid haul.

It was a fun challenge to try and sketch a unique character for each prompt, including digging through my old tabletop archives and sketchbooks for concepts I haven't looked at in a few years. Gonna put em all in a compilation here, I hope y'all enjoy!

(CONTENT WARNINGS: since this is Goretober, trigger warnings for blood, vomit, and general squick in the sketches below the Read More.)

Credit to On.Going.Crisis for this year's prompt list!

TEETH. The zomboy Ian himself, discovering some new changes to his undead anatomy.

2. CANDY GORE. My magical girl Harper after getting into a rainbowy fistfight with the monster of the week.

3. NOSEBLEED. This one I did for the work whiteboard, so it was fun trying to figure out how to make it not too gross. :P

4. MUTATION. The new Biology teacher, Miles, doesn't look totally normal... weird.

5. AUTOPSY. Hey Andrew, what do an android's organs look like, anyway?

6. EYES. Initiation into the mob can be pretty strict, but Shift is nothing if not determined.

7. GUTS. Captain Eiche, pirate and deliveryman for the royal isles, knows that a captain always goes down with the ship.

8. CRYSTALS. Witch-in-training Noelle discovers some new crystals that are really starting to grow on her... maybe a bit too much?

9. POISONED. Tiefling charlatan Lucas discovers why you don't sample your own potion supply.

10. HANAHAKI DISEASE. Sad hipster musician Nico is not very good at getting over his ex-boyfriend.

11. INSECTS. Changeling magician Cybil is 99% goofball, 1% professional dreamweaver with a knack for the dramatic. Wouldn't recommend visiting her nightmare studio anytime soon.

12. BRUISED. Roller derby champion Zoey Explodey shows off her lumps from a recent brawl.

13. STITCHES. Practicing self-care in an abandoned zombie-filled West Virginia town isn't easy for someone already chronically ill, but Monica does her best with what she's got.

14. PARASITE. <pops Bubble pops Bubble pops Bubble pops>

15. FUNGI/MOSS. Okay, I slightly cheated on this one. TTRPG Warlock version of Ian struggles with a more magical sort of zombification.

16. HOOKS. 1930s archivist and curator of mystical wares, Roland Chatterjee, shows off his fine collection.

17. PLANT GROWTH. Nature elemental and changeling Elijah Bell wonders if his flowers and vines go all the way down. (They do.)

18. CANNIBALISM. Impulsive survivalist Angel tries a sip of her zombie friend's forbidden juice box.

19. BITES. A sequel to HANAHAKI DISEASE above--the feeling when your toxic vampiric ex Elliot tries to use chivalry on you.

20. VOMIT. Post-apocalyptic anarchist adventurer Snap Zapcannon eats a bad ration. Oops.

21. LACERATIONS. A fanart this time! @jeanne-de-valois 's boy Uriel getting some ghostly visions. It's probably fine, don't worry about it. (Also, preorder The Hundredth Voice if you haven't already, it's good.)

22. SILVER PLATTER. Trauma psychologist Dr. Gabriel Haller has made a lot of sacrifices to get where he is.

And that's the lot of 'em! Hope you enjoyed, and HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH.

[lolipoptheclown]

Ranting about my Spooky Month OCs cause I love them

(this will be very long)

Michelle

My first Spooky Month OC, she is kind of more of a self-insert than an OC though. She has blonde messy hair, I have blonde messy hair, she only ever wears sweaters, I only ever wear sweaters, she loves clowns, I love clowns, etc. She is also the only one who doesn't have a last name. I can't choose one that would fit her lmao. She has a reoccurring nightmare, but she always forgets it when she wakes up. She has the third most tragic backstory probably, and when the new episode comes out she's gonna be having a great time:333

Carolynn Parker

My second one. She actually is a replacement for my ex-bestfriends OC, which is why she doesn't have too much lore, causing her to not really have a very traumatic backstory. Her only actual issues is that she's insecure and she hates her job lmao. I had to create her so I could continue with Michelle's story, she is very much a side character. I love her though, she's so silly. Her and Michelle are kinda sibling coded lol.

Castor Hemlock

Third OC. Coming up with his name was probably the most difficult part. He is actually named after 2 plants. The Castor Oil Plant and the Water Hemlock, cause, you know, he lives in the woods. He's definitely my favorite, I love drawing him so much. He's my only OC that doesn't hate Bob Velseb, is actually friends with him. He is also kinda friends with Skid and Pump too. He doesn't know about Bob trying to kill them, if he did figure it out then he would've probably killed Bob himself tbh. Scares people for absolutely no reason other than to be annoying. He is always full of anxiety, under constant stress for like no reason. He has a reoccurring nightmare about Eyes. He can also transform his body to look more scary, growing fangs and claws, and his eyes turning black with white glowing pupils. Usually it's unintentional, because it usually happens when he's like way too stressed for his own good. He gets this thing where his teeth feel like they are itching, which usually causes that to happen. He's a bit too silly sometimes. He doesn't mean to cause any harm to anyone though, he tries his best to keep himself in check.

Helen Collins

(warning for mentions of how she died)

My newest one, I created her last night actually. I don't have much for her story yet, still working on it, but I have a few ideas. She is a zombie, but is not aggressive. She doesn't eat anything, and she barely ever blinks, which causes her to not see very well. She is usually extremely calm. She used to be the most aggressive and anger-driven person ever, but after not getting much social interaction for like years, her concept of emotions has kind of been destroyed. If she finds herself needing to escape a situation, she can turn herself into a ghost and run away. Nobody can see her when she does that, except if she chooses to let you. She was strangled to death. She also has autopsy scars, and she can't put herself under too much physical stress or else it will hurt her. She mostly just wanders aimlessly at night, and goes back to her grave at sunrise. Castor has tried to scare her once but he pulled away because of how fucking cold she is LMAO. If you live close to the graveyard she has most likely watched you sleep (she isn't trying to be creepy, she just has literally zero social skills).

That's all!!!

[sanguine-salvation]

You're looking in a window. Inside, men in hollow masks paw and toy with your Madam. The chains reek of sulfur as they burn her skin. The men cackle at her weeping and gag her tight. Even as they do, she begs for mercy. The Roman. A man you once called friend. Now wearing a mask, just as the others do. Adorned in the same gold and white, like some facsimile of a God. In his hands, a branding iron, the icon of the Talons. The draculina struggles. The iron is plunged against her skin.

Her screams are almost human.

[ Send my muse an anonymous nightmare ]

They slammed against the window again and again.

They knew it never worked. The glass never even shook when they threw their whole weight against it, and the stench of burning skin ruined every ounce of air around them despite how there was no way into or out of the gilded hell-wrought cage.

So they could only do what they always did; stare in fury as they saw their friend being made into some twisted amusement for the wretched, filthy zombies who laughed at tears they were not worthy of seeing. Carmine, what little of his pointless hideous corpse was left beyond that pure white and gold, heaved the iron into her flesh and marred it as if it was his to touch.

More than anything, they watched as their best friend lay at the mercy of stupid beasts. ... The ones they left her to. Left her, left her, cruel, wicked. A Queen of Death made captive, tied with mockingly thin chains held by the living filth. All while they flew free. The sound of her song being rent snapped in their chest like their ribs breaking.

They slammed the glass again, clawing until their nails threatened to split off, their snarling rendered silent. They only realized they were not at the window, not watching her body be twisted for the disgusting games of zombies, when they hit the floor with a pained grunt.

It was still dark, and their throat and chest burned. But not just because they'd been yelling in their sleep, but because they were angry. It burned them from the inside out, and they pawed in the dark for nearest knife they had. Sleep made them clumsy, but they lurched wildly to their feet despite being only barely awake. Had to, had to. Her screams wouldn't leave their ears, over and over from every part of the room. Their teeth grit as they looked out the window into the night.

Their abdication could not be forgiven, no, but it could be righted in blood.

[kevindaydayiseveryday]

Being immortal does not mean ‘immunity.’ Since I was first locked in here, my symptoms of yellow fever have only gotten words, and according to the ghost of my grandmother, I will eventually die, it’s just going to be a lot longer. Likely, the starvation will take me out first.

My throat always itches these day, burning from the lack of water and swollen from my attempt to eat rotting flesh. It took what I can only assume to be years before I managed to successfully tear the stone away from grandfather’s casket. He hasn’t stopped chiding me since. I cut my hair using a knife i found in his pocket. It’s already dull. When did I find it?

I don’t think I’ll need to cut my hair soon. It’s been falling out in large clumps, which makes for a nice pillow at night. I can’t tell when it’s night or day anymore. Was there ever a time that I could? My stomach broils from heat, bugs and emptiness. My eyes burn worse each day from shitting and pissing nearby. My night dress is almost completely gone, it wasn’t made for stone, dirt and possible madness. I’m still debating that with my doctor, Dr. Spider. My last doctor, Dr. Worm, died in a case of tragic misstep. Dr. Spider will live longer, I hope.

When the door opens to the mausoleum, I must say I wasn’t expecting it. A young person stands in front of me— what separates people again? Age, perhaps. Unlike me, their back is straight, the bones perfectly unified together. I smile, and unto them, “Welcome into my home. Here, you, too, can live forever! I think it’s the air.” They stare blankly at me. “Ah! Gender. That’s what you are! A boy! Or are you a girl? I was a girl once. Yes, just like grandmother here. Say hello, grandma!” I gesture over to the woman, who sits in her special rocking chair, made just for her, sewing me a new dress. It was supposed to be done ages ago, but fashion is always worth the wait.

The person swallows, not moving away from the door to drink the tea I hold out to them. Their mouth moves repeatedly in what I think must be horror, and then they scream and stutter back. “You’ve frightened grandma! Don’t be making such noises. Grandma, don’t worry. I think he just woke from a nightmare.”

The creature’s mouth widens in a smile, revealing rotten gums without any teeth. It’s eyes are yellow and the skin around them peels away. It’s covered in blood, head to toe and I can feel my heart pounding, but I can’t run, my legs refuse shake at the thought, so I just keep moving slowly back, hands swinging behind me to try and balance my movement. The sounds the beast make are high pitched, a banshee made of shadows, broken bones and peeling skin. It holds water in what must’ve been hands at one point, and even the water is disgusting to look at. Brown with hints of yellow, likely pee or mold. It scratches at its neck, long fingernails tearing at the swollen, red lumps and blistering welts.

I lose my balance and throw up, vomit spewing all over the floor. The monster moves towards me, it’s voice almost cooing in low wails that almost sound like words.

I wish it had stayed in the mausoleum, so that I never would’ve had to have seen the worms, only noticeable in the moonlight. Hundreds of them dig in its skin, white and pink, long and squish.

It almost touches me, almost covers me in the same junk, but even crawling backwards I can move faster. I scream again, and this time, Judy hears me. She’s calling for me but I don’t have the words in my throat, just more screaming and shrieking.

Judy’s gun goes off, and for a moment, the creature is down, but it gets back up and continues to slowly creep towards me. I finally find my feet and start running, looping around the thing to get over to the safety of Judy— thank god for her gun, it’s the only time I’ll ever be grateful for the stupid thing— and hide behind her.

“Is that a fucking zombie? What the hell Jasper!”

“I don’t fucking know! It came out of the fucking family mausoleum over there. So yeah, probably a zombie. Holy shit we just discovered zombies what the actual fuck. We’re gonna die. We’re gonna die! We’re actually going to die right now.” Judy slaps my face, though it’s at an awkward angle so it’s not ver effective, while the other hand holds and points the pistol. Judy shoots again, and again the monster stumbles backwards, hitting the ground. It moans and sputters in various high and low pitches.

It’s hand digs into its side and digs out one of the bullets, as well as a ton of viscera coating the nails. It’s eyes lock onto mine and it clutches the bullet in its hand and begins to wails. I notice Judy’s hands shake. The zombie crosses its legs and looks up towards the sky and wails again. “Blow it’s brains out.” Judy doesn’t reply. “Come one already! Fucking shoot it! It’s already dead and you could save humanity from what I’ve released. Judy! Please!”

Judy lowers her gun and hands me the gun, slowly shaking her head. “I can’t. I don’t—I don’t know… it’s human, jasper. Or at least it was… you shoot it.”

“I’ve never shot a damn thing in my life, there’s no chance I’m hitting that things head from over here.”

“What do we do then?”

I breathe in slowly and pull out my phone. “Call the cops. Get the military involved.”

“We’ll get arrested for trespassing.”

“We have two options: get arrested, or start the zombie apocalypse. I’m choosing lying about why we’re here!” I call the cops.

The second time something knocks me back, I stay on the ground. My eyes well with tears and I begin to sob. All I wanted was another friend. Someone else to talk to! I lock eyes on the person— two persons?— and scream at them, begging to them, “Why? What did I do? I didn’t hurt you! I wasn’t going to—“ my voice hitches when I notice the stars. In all the years I spent with grandma and grandpa and the rest of my family, I had never seen the stars. I can feel the wounds on and in my throat reopening as I scream, and the blood tries to choke me. I keep screaming, drop the bullet and clutch at the grass. Dirt, not blocked by stone slips through my hand and I even pull away a flower. I don’t remember when I last saw a flower. Likely, it’s been since I was first locked up.

I feel the bones in my hands shatter as I dig deeper into the ground, but moving seems impossible under the sky and in fresh air. It’s cool out. There’s a breeze and dew on the grass. I never want to go inside again. I lay back and count the constellations.

The FBI comes, as well as military men. Judy and I are taken to a safe place for interrogation and decontamination. No charges are pressed for trespassing, but we do spend days in some base. We’re shown the person occasionally, asked about the behavior she showed before versus the behavior she shows now.

A human woman. Her clothes are likely to be from the 1760’s or so. Hundreds of years old. Despite two gun shots, extreme dysentery, yellow fever, dehydration, starvation, rotting and infected wounds/ skin, as well as a lot more they haven’t told us about— her somehow still beats, and her brain still scans to show she’s living. It’s functioning correctly in every way, though they can see on the scans she’s been through a lot of emotional and physical trauma in her life. You could also just tell that by looking at her.

The current assumption is she was kidnapped and locked in the mausoleum weeks ago, though it’s hard to get DNA properly off of her, and it fails to explain the yellow fever and clothing. Not to mention the fact that her physical trauma seems to be healing expeditiously faster with treatment than it should. Technically, she shouldn’t even be able to stand, but her body refuses to collapse, rest even for a moment. For obvious reasons, she gets upset inside or trapped in places, so the makeshift infirmary they’ve set her up in has a glass ceiling.

I know it’s not much of an ending, and maybe one day I’ll continue, but for now— enjoy!

when you were 16 years old, in the late 18th century, you contracted a severe case of yellow fever. When you got the fever, your family sealed you in their family mausoleum for centuries. Unfortunately, this was the moment you found out you were immortal…

[ace-mob-boss]

So I have these kind of like. Delusions idk, like, I see monsters both of my own making and fictional game shit and whenever I'm alone for the most part, but occasionally even if someone's in the room asleep with me I can see this shit so vividly but at the same time not at all

Like. I also know it's fake. I'm a very logical person at heart and I KNOW it's fake but it's so hard to just know it because it's not even regular zombie kinda shit. It's like recently its been banbans play house or wtv the fuck it is but I've mainly been seeing the white one peek up places, the bird basically behind my eyelids, the red one jump scares(using jump scares vaguely because its kimda just like, lying in wait for me without doing something but yheres an underlying dangerous intent) the intent to kill and the blue one crawls on the ceiling and tries to eat me, basically just like in game.

It's just been getting worse and worse, but my own monsters are semi worse even though when I have the banban shit I don't see them as often. And there's one that's conditional that only shows up when I'm at my aunts house that's like. This homeless man and I really can't with this shit. It makes my hair stand on end and I wanna shake my hands and scream and everytime I run to my room after turning all the lights off in the house, especially if my door was open, I have to scan all the corners of my room and bed to see if SOMETHING is there.

I really just don't know how to deal with it. Like, especially because some of them are just really tall and lanky and murky black masses with maybe just eyes or just teeth but some just hover behind me waiting and others crawl on the ceilings waiting. They show up most often when I'm washing the dishes alone and everyone else in the house is asleep. I just. It's so hard cus there's so many things that are just different about me nd I can't bro. I also feel like such a pick me whenever I try to bring it up cus It makes me feel like i made it all up but I DIDNT. And I really just don't know what to do.

If I think about it it's always been like this. When I was smaller I use to see them but they were more rule based and I ONLY saw them when I was trying to go to bed. I remember all of yjem and they sound silly to people but they truly scared me.

I have vivid nightmares surprisingly as well, they're not od the monsters I actually SEE though. They're still made up but they often involve people who are close to me in REAL LIFE and I always die. Since I was at least 6. I use to play plants VS zombies and I had to stop because I'd have such vivid dreams of them breaking into my house, killing my family and id either get caught alive and be eaten alive after being bum rushed or I'd starve to death under my bed. And there are some other ones from my dreams and they sound so STUPID.

IVe only had such bad dreams on scales like that like two or three times since the beginning of 2022 now but they're so vivid and undeniably scary. I ponder if it's schizophrenia but I just don't know and I don't want to sound crazy or be treated like a liar or a pick me. I just wanna be able to be in my house alone and relax yhe whole time without trying to keep my self occupied for as long as possible before the monsters show up or I start thinking that they're there. Can it even count as schizophrenia if I know the delusions are fake?

[appri-dot]

It's my art I get to make the hc design!