#creepy experiments

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Werwolf

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We all love lain ♡♥︎♡

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I can't see you. Do you see me? 👁️👁️

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*Audible plop of me dropping this in front of you*

so uh, ya, idk what to think of it (by @Henneyyy on tic toc)

[bananafire11]

TW BUGGY STUFFS

Working on my own tadc horror au... with a side of experimentation stuff cuz i can never truely escape that trope

I need to come up with an actual name for this au

Feedback and/or ideas much appreciated :]

[lookstairs]

I think one of the most realistic parts about Baby Reindeer (2024) is how much Donny downplays the abuse he faces

I know everyone wants to hate on him for being “stupid” and blame him for everything that happened because yes from an outsiders perspective he made questionable choices but isn’t that what HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE DO?

I know so many people who’ve “played nice” or tried to downplay abusive behavior. You try and tell yourself “It wasn’t that bad”, or that it was just some crazy experience that should be forgotten. It seems so much easier to stay silent and just try to move on.

You don’t wanna start problems

You don’t wanna be mean

You don’t wanna be the bad guy

[bansheesofinisherin2022]

speaking of remakes of classic literature: why does no one make a modern take on austen's northanger abbey that parodies the mordern horror genre (as opposed to the gothic satire it initially was)? that could be fun and cute without fucking up the main message

[deadsetobsessions]

Between the whole “clone trying to kill her original version” thing and the whole “trying to find herself after being freed from the millionaire fruit loop halfa” thing, Danielle “Ellie” Phantom figured that she’d fit right in with Gotham.

They’ve got shades, a concerning amount of undead, and the people there seem to have traumatic backstories galore. Perfect.

Danny might die again if she told him where she’s staying, though. So she won’t tell him!

Ellie touched down in an alley near the first bus stop into Gotham, returning to the visible spectrum and returning her intangibility. She wanted to explore everything, and where better to start than the entrance of Gotham?

She slips out of the alley, walking past the terrified looking tourists. Ellie ignores the smell of soot they gave off, attributing correctly that it came from the explosion she heard before she approached Gotham. The city, like any other major city, was littered with trash and odd bits of metal. There’s graffiti too, but less so than the sunnier cities. The clouds- and smog, because Ellie could smell it miles away from the city- that obscured the sky left the city in a chilling atmosphere. Hazy. Like, a graveyard at dawn. Perfect for someone like Ellie.

It’s so different from Amity, stone where she dreaded plaster, gloom and doom where she dreaded seeing sunshine she couldn’t reach. 

Ellie wandered, under bridges, and in between paths. She danced through shootouts, glides past brawls, laughs when pick pockets find their hands empty after bumping into her.

She gets a coffee and one of those delicious lemon bars, with Vlad’s money. Hers, now that Tucker’s gotten his hands on Vlad’s inner systems. The barista gives her a suspicious look, but she brings out her strongest midwestern accent and the look melts into exasperation. And pity, but Ellie doesn’t really care about that. She “ooh’s and ahh’s” at the grimy stone, the gothic inspired architecture that Sam would kill to experience, goggles at the boarded up buildings. There’s a cathedral or two or five, she doesn’t remember, but the pretty glass seems to be broken at most of them. She wonders what happened. Then she remembers that there are vigilantes here, and concludes that she has to remember to look up more often. A giant clock-tower. A district with less people and fancier homes. A university! She might apply after she’s done traveling around and have gotten her GED.

Her shoes pound the pavement, something about the effort it takes to take a step burns in her soul. Yes, this is what it means to be free. She kicks the knees of two would be robbers in as she passes them on her way to purchasing three bars of the best chocolates she’s had in her short existence.

The cashier looks at her like she’s odd. Oh, well.

And then night falls. Ancients, does the city truly come alive. There are screams and sirens and surges in ectoplasm that balances her essence of being out. Ellie, with a new pep in her step, follows the trail of ectoplasm right into an area called “Crime Alley.”

“It feels almost like… a haunt…?”

Ellie hums and keeps walking. Maybe this is the territory of one of the undead Gothamites…?

She’s got a bit of Danny’s saving people thing after all, because the three bars of candy on her is gone in minutes to children with hollow cheek and dead eyes. 



Ellie startles backwards as a body slams onto the pavement in front of her, barely missing the risen steps of the building they were in front of.

“Oh.” She says. Because this is one of the Undead. And he’s Red Hood. Danny is going to flip.

“Run- run, kid.”

Ellie tilts her head. “And why would I do that?”

“You’re gonna get hurt, brat!” The man barks, and winces as his ribs shuttered. The red helmet’s tinny voice doesn’t intimidate her nor does it hide the concern and fear bleeding into the guy’s body language.

“Not really?”

And with that, Ellie slams her elbow into Goon 1, knocking him straight into another building. Goon 2 tries to grab her and she phases out of his reach, floating upwards and slamming her fist into his face. He joins Goon 1 in decorating that building’s new mural, called the two dumbasses that picked a fight with a wandering Ellie.

Hood watches her, cradling his ribs.

“You a meta?” He grumbled at her, wheezing as she crouched down and poked his sides. He smacks her hand away.

Ellie, who has clearly spent too much time near Danny, replies, “Being dead is a medical condition.” without missing a single beat.

Hood, on the other hand, misses several beats.

“What?”

Ellie barrels on, amused at his fumble. “Did you know you died?”

Hood looks at her and Ellie swears she can see the dumbfounded expression.

Ellie laughs, free and sharp. Yes, Gotham is nothing like Amity.

[babydolllblogger]

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[whump-queen]

thinking about

Whumper slamming whumpee face-first into the floor. Their powerful hands pressing—grinding whumpee’s delicate cheekbone into the ground, twisting their arm behind their back and wrenching it up until whumpee cries out.

The chills when whumpee feels those hands running up their torso, whumper’s low voice in their ear, ordering them to “hold still, cmon now, don’t resist me pretty, or I’ll be forced to do some real damage.”

[intothedysphoria]

Embarrassingly, the first time Steve had met Billy, he’d thought he was doing drugs.

It fit the mental profile. Billy was short but with massive hair, massive, heavy boots and patches on his jacket. The only other person Steve had met who looked like that was Munson. Munson was a dealer.

He was later informed that Billy was just trans and “oh my god dingus in what world does injecting testosterone look like injecting heroin?”

The second time Steve met Billy, he realised Billy was absolutely magnetic.

Not in the rom com way or anything, but there was just something about him. Everyone loved Billy. He was funny, acidly sharp and had the natural good looks of the guys who were never interested in Steve on Grindr.

He was also a self professed slut. What this seemed to mean in practice was picking up half a bar whenever they went clubbing or roaring with laughter as he rejected them.

Some guys were weird about it. They had these creepy ass fetishes about trans guys but Billy would always either tell them to fuck off or knee them in the balls.

He’d visit the diner Steve worked at most days and they’d make small talk. Billy liked his pin, the one Steve had with a small dinosaur on. It was fun. A touch of individuality.

Once Billy pinched his cheek (??) and called him cute before slowly walking away. Steve then locked himself in the staff toilets and willed his boner to leave.

The google search “what do trans guys like” was either full of cis men being douchebags or just straight up porn. Neither of these were particularly helpful to Steve.

He fell asleep watching Noahfinnace YouTube videos and trying to find a way to ask Billy out that didn’t make him feel like he was being weird.

Billy apparently did not give a shit about any of Steve’s worrying because he dropped his bag on top of the counter at the end of Steve’s shift and declared

“Harrington pack up your stuff. We’re going out.”

He drove his car at the speed Steve imagined could have Back-To-The -Futured them to the 80s and made a stop outside a tiny Polish place. “You’re Polish right?” Steve’s dad was from Warsaw and his mom was from Algiers. So yeah, you could say Steve was Polish.

It was slightly squashed in but authentic. Billy was also very clearly nervous. His face was extremely flushed and he kept putting his hand out then retracting it. Like he thought Steve would reject him.

Like Steve would ever reject him. Could ever reject him.

Billy decided to drive Steve back to his house. It felt like one of those dates from the 1950s, if you disregarded Billy grumbling about “fucking itchy nipples”. He smacked a wet kiss onto Steve’s lips, scribbled his phone number onto Steve’s arm and started walking back to the car.

“Next time Harrington, I’ll bring the strap on!”

Then his voice faded into the dark.

Next time. There would be a next time.

For any trans harringrovers, I hope you enjoy it

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