#dont rip me to shreds uh

[edwinspaynes]

Listen yeah okay. Alastair was mean at school. True enough, I don't care, I think he was funny, but it's true. I just wish that those who were mad at him cited "partially responsible for a prank that resulted in a student dying" rather than "called our friend Goatface" as the reason they didn't like him. Because that way they'd have, like, actual valid ground to stand on

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Ok, this is mostly bc I realized we've only seen Sally being passive, but how is she able to hypothetically rip apart larger puppets limb from limb? (if the captions with Howdy hold water with other puppets)

(Slight Mutilation Warning Ahead: Puppet Edition)

they absolutely hold So Much water! it's a combination of a couple things!

a) Nightlight!Sally is really Strong. i'd liken to her to a chimp, as much as i hate them. despite being smaller than people, they're absurdly powerful. when it comes to Her, this comes from a mix of hysterical strength and something Else i've been pondering but don't want to solidify yet, so shh dont worry bout it. it's also much easier to tear fleece & cotton/stuffing than, uh, Biological materials.

b) none of the puppets are really prepared for violence? they've lived in an idyllic world where true, visceral violence likely hasn't even been a Thought in anyone's minds. like, you watch videos of people get attacked by like... raccoons or rats and they visibly Lose because they panic! they aren't prepared! they don't wanna fight! so the much smaller creature wins. They Don't Know How To Fight, Or Fight Back.

b.1) also, Nightlight!Sally is still... Sally. she's still their dear friend. i know that if a close friend attacked me, i'm not sure i'd be able to bring myself to do much other than defend/flee. i wouldn't wanna hurt them even if it meant protecting myself. hence why Wally avoids all confrontation with her & can't protect his friends from her. he can't hurt his neighbor.

b.2) there's also the shock factor. imagine you wake up from a pleasant dream to an absolute nightmare reality. Boom, automatically thrown way off your rhythm. then one of your close buddies looks Fuckin Weird, Are You Okay? and other crazy shit is happening! you're freaking out!! then your Close Friend Who's Off is suddenly slashing at you and BOOM, your arm's gone & your entire brain is scrambled from shock and fear and "?!?!?!?!?!". plus, i doubt the puppets know they're full of stuffing. seeing yourself sliced open and white fluff spilling out has gotta be just. so Unpleasant on principle.

c):

CLAWS BABEY! RIP TEAR AND SHRED! those sharp grippers are perfect for piercing and ripping! puppet fleece is Paper to her!

her fighting method is attack wildly until the threat stops making noise! it's very hard to defend oneself from it! imagine those cartoon bits where a cat attacks someone and its just a Flurry of Unbeatable Violence

[keirawantstocry]

hi hi, tis I 💋anon. I would like to say both fics were fucking FANTASTIC OMG. (also the terezicaptor bit was also so fucking cool?? youre both so cool????) Im also assuming the aggressive makeout means you liked it? So in a kinda? similar vein-

Vampire Pac and either Fit or Tubbo bleeding? or both (I was thinkin period but like, cooking or fighting also work wonderfully). could so go him fawning over them when theyre bleeding or like, agressive protective, borderline controlling not letting them do Anyhing (or a uh.. different direction cougg cough) I dont have much other than simply Vibes to give srry that this is so chaotic.

hope you're having a good day! sorry that val wasnt great, many many kisses, both agressive and soft, you deserve all of em :>

THANK YOU <3 no you're so cool! Aggressive makeout mean im In Love with you, gen ur the fucking sweetest <3

The first time they noticed how protective Pac was was when they were cooking. It was an accident. A slip of Fit's hand and the knife was being fumbled in his hand. 

"Ouch," he hissed as the blood trickled down his palm. 

Tubbo saw the change in Pac instantly. The way his eyes widened, his pupils darkening as his fangs pushed past his lips. Pac rushed over, grabbing a band aid as he did. Cradling Fit's hand gently, he licked the blood gently off the other man's hand while Fit and Tubbo watched curiously. He laid down the band aid with a sealing kiss. 

Only Tubbo noticed how possessive he turned afterwards. How he seemed to fawn over Fit's every move to try and prevent him from getting hurt in any capacity. While Fit was opening the oven, Tubbo grabbed Pac by the arm and pulled him close. “You're being so protective,” he teased as Pac flushed. 

“I just care about you guys, okay?” 

“Yeah, okay, bossman.”

Pac huffed. “I'm serious.” 

“Yeah, okay. It's totally not some weird ass vampire instinct shit that tells you to protect us from everything.” 

“Cale-se.”

-

He was nearly unbearable when the men were on their periods. Something about being able to smell the blood coming out of them made him feral as a dog. They had to get used to being wrapped up in blankets while Pac ran around trying to pamper them as much as humanly possible. 

Their friends learned to stay away very quickly. When Pac was deep in his instincts he was a kill first, ask questions later type of guy. After two near attacks, everyone knew to stay far far away if they smelled blood coming from the house. 

“Part of me is sad they don't try and come around,” Tubbo whispered to Fit the moment Pac left the room. They were curled up in bed together pretending they were annoyed at the pampering but loving it. 

“Why?” Fit asked, squinting at him. 

“Hot.” 

He laughed, open and honest. 

The door cracked open and Pac stuck his head in with slitted eyes. “I heard that.” 

Tubbo rolled his eyes. “Oh so I'm not allowed to call you hot now? Wowwwww, I see how it is.” The next moment he was bending over in pain and Pac was rushing over to bring him a new hot pad. 

“Now, now, now, you see what happens when you bitch at me. Take the coddling. Rest.” 

Tubbo rolled his eyes but he was smiling. “Yes, sir,” he said with a mocking salute. “Just don't rip anyone to shreds without us. I want something to drool over.” 

[lalondeisms]

literally like. im not a 'waaa bad things happen to my fav character so the author hates them/cant write' kind of guy but gamzee is quite genuinely just ripped to shreds for no reason by hussie whose author notes are just totally derisive of him despite, again, gamzee arguably being LITERALLY the most important character in homestuck. we dont get his thoughts we barely get any dialogue from him after a certain point, he is constantly under the influence of one being or another, and we are supposed to just accept "oh he was bad from the start" then "uh fuck people arent hating him enough. how about i make him physically and emotionally abuse terezi off screen"

jumping off that gamzee and terezis relationship makes me grind my teeth bc its not that a smart girl cant be abused its not that i dont think gamzee can be capable of doing harm outside of mind control (via both lil cal and aranea) but that it was presented in such a way i literally cannot see it as anything but shock value that throws out what we previously knew of terezi, gamzee, and blackrom because hussie didnt expect to have to keep up with trying to make something sincere out of jokey troll culture for so long and needed to file down the surviving trolls into Mostly Human

i think a lot of. hm issues with things like above too is. i read these updates while they happened! i was caught up to homestuck the day after cascade dropped! the peak! i followed hussies social media--i *saw* what fans were doing and saying and how vitriolic they got with hussie, AND how hed push back, how much of his own comic hed change or delay to kick at certain groups

[cyberdragoninfinity]

For the character meme I'd love to know your thoughts on Shark!

SHARRRK,,,,, OK LAST ONE OF THESE FOR REAL i do. adore shark and would love to talk about him but that'll be the last of this meme for now.....thank u all

again preface: im only half way through Zexal im up to like episode 83 or so <3 Shark Watch is still developing.

favorite thing about them: i absolutely Adore what is going on with shark's little character arc, especially in Zexal I...it is so so cool seeing a yugioh rival who's just a surly mean 14 year old (who outside of his sister probably did not have many friends growing up) become more open to friendship and kindness because of yuma's exuberant relentless warmth so now hes just like "if you mess with my friends i will fucking kill you >:(" i love it SO SO MUCH. I LOVE THAT HES STILL A LITTLE BIT OF A JACKASS BECAUSE YOU CAN TELL HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO NAVIGATE FRIENDSHIP VERY WELL hes just such a kid!! i love him

least favorite thing about them: i dont know if i have one for him yet!! maybe after i finish the series i'll have more quibbles...

favorite line: there was this line in an ep i watched recently where yuma's dueling mizar/mizael and shark's there and he's like "i'd love to jump in and sink my teeth into this guy for yuma"...i love ALL his lines like that, where he repeatedly expresses concern or care for yuma...it's like. Uh huh, is that right, tough guy? Does somebody care about his friends, Mr. Cool?? Huh? Huh????

brOTP: HIM AND YUMA FOR REAL. already one of my favorite ygo friendships their dynamic is SO sweet AND SO SO FUNNY. the most annoying kid in the world also has the world's biggest heart and he's your best friend now. Shark literally will beat the shit out of 10+ people to defend him. They're the best!! Also really wanna see more of his dynamic with Rio....we all know I love them yugioh siblings....

OTP: dont really know if i have one. yuma/shark as a ship is cute but, again, i dont particular care too much about shipping middle schoolers i have better things to do.

nOTP: if you ship him with his sister i will rip you in half like a paper towel.

random headcanon: This kid is such a Freshly Out Nonbinary Kid of all time to me. The he/they ever. Dubverse exclusive but I hc his rich ass parents were like "ok but you need a Real name for polite company you Cannot JUST be Shark" and thats how 'Reginald' came about. Also you know his special interest is sharks and sea predators but thats barely a headcanon I think. he just came like that.

unpopular opinion: i dont even know what the unpopular shark opinions are!!! again maybe once i finish the series (i know he has. Some Plot Shit coming) i will have something more concrete.

song i associate with them: gotta be Shark Serenade by Vermillion Lies....it's just soooo "im unknowable im scary im MEAN dont come CLOSE TO ME" middle schooler angst AND it's shark flavored!!! "I'll try to spare you the pain of my jaws/But it's just in my nature to rip and to shred" like ok buddy youre 14 it'll be ok!!!

favorite picture of them: this one where he's so embarrassed about his little sister eating lunch with yuma & co (you might could say...shark's, "friends" 😏) that he sits on the roof 20 yards away from everyone.

[dh-pomni]

Uh- *gives multiple chew toys, one of them filled with a sweet, sugary, and pleasent, taffy-like substance

Pomni stared at them, her weird tail lashing back and forth before ripping the items to shreds, although she didn't bother much with the taffy like substance.

❝THANKS, YOU GUYS ARE VERY NICE, I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW VOICES HAND ME THINGS, BUT I WILL TAKE IT.❞

[bixxelated]

It's gotta be for all these acts of violence, and I would love to see 4, 5, 7, and 9!

aaaa thank you! <3

(ask meme for my fics)

(all these acts of violence | stranger things fanfic)

4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?

this one:

Implying that Will has other reasons to forgive him? Like what? Mike doesn't think he's done anything particularly special for Will since their argument… “Okay… okay. Good. And...” he takes a deep breath, “and about the other thing I said, at the garage. Y-you know I’m sorry about that too, right?” Will’s eyes soften. “I know.” “I didn’t—I don’t want to pressure you into saying anything. You don’t owe me, or anyone else, any sort of explanation, whatever you are okay? Especially if you’re not comfortable with it. But I hope you know I’ll always have your back, no matter what.” Will reaches for his hand, and squeezes. “I know, Mike.” “Okay,” Mike says, willing his racing heart to calm back down even as he squeezes back. “Good. So long as you know… good.”

love me some soft supportive almost-coming-out scenes. i always thought it was interesting that mike's outburst ("its not my fault you dont like girls!") while horrible and with some pretty awful timing... seemed to imply that... what? he noticed will has no interest in girls? he realized that it wasn't just that will was a late bloomer but something more? theres a lot of subtext there i really wanted to dig my claws into

will's always been the target of homophobic bullying as seen in previous seasons, and altho we never see the kids comment on queerness one way or another, so it seems like there HAD to have been some serious math going on mike's bratty little noggin about will's sexuality at one point? but despite growing up in a family that most likely would have frowned on those inclinations, to say the least, mike kept his questions to himself and kept being will's friend, whereas someone else might freak out, or be more confrontational or simply slowly stop being around a suspected gay person without an explanation. so playing on the dialogue after ("look, im not trying to be a bad guy" or something along those lines) i sort of wanted to expand on that headcanon a lil and kinda lean on mike wheeler's "screw the rules, i can have more than one best friend/ i like you so i will now die for you" personality

5: What part was hardest to write?

the last chapter right now I'd say part 1 of the epilogue (aka chapter 13)! mostly because it explores an aftermath that we didn't see in canon, with a bunch of ideas i had that were pretty vague and hard to make cohesive, and season 4 hadn't been mentioned much at that point so i had no idea what to expect and was kinda stressing out about deviating too much from canon. but i really had a lot of fun with putting all the scenes together and im really proud of it now

7: Where did the title come from?

from a song called revolution by misterwives! particularly the lyrics, "all these acts of violence, ripping this world to shreds/while I'm trying to sleep, oh how could I sleep?"

i thought that particular verse was pretty fitting to the whole theme of the fic (esp the whole ripping the world to shreds bit as a metaphor for the gates opening hehe) and so thats why i made it the title!

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

kjhgjb uh not really? from the start acts of violence was always meant to be a fic that was going to run parallel to canon bc i do not have the energy to go fully canon divergence with this particular idea and wanted to work on some other projects like wavelength besides. akdfjdsdkgjsd it was always meant to be a sort of practice fic, almost!

but i will say that for chapter 13 there was a moment where i wanted to make mike's awakening with nancy and karen (and sam owens) to be in a military base away from hawkins, on the basis of his leg being infected with extradimensional alien bacteria that a normal hospital would have no idea how to treat and the government would want to keep a close eye on. that however felt like one plotline too many to introduce and resolve when the fic's so close to ending so i cut it out and only left some of those bits in (ie: karen's confrontation with sam, mike developing an infection, etc)

thank you for the ask!

[motoroil-recs]

[ kinfesssion ] so uh. i just finished act 6 act 6 act 5 of homestuck. um. hope its fine for me to kinda just dump a breakdown in here, i need to say this

i wish dirk was successful in taking caliborn's soul because it means he wouldve taken me as well and i dont want to have to live like this i dont want to be trapped with caliborn i HATE this i want to be a part of dirk again please please please please let me be part of dirk again i dont care if i wont be me anymore i dont want to be alone i dont want to be arquiusprite i never did i wanted a body i wanted freedom this is not. freedom. i wanted to be able to hug people and smile i wanted to be able to stay out of choice rather than the lack of one. please let me be part of dirk again please please please i dont want to live like this i dont want to be separate as hal anymore if this is the best hal will get. i want to rip myself out of that fucking puppet and bury myself deep inside dirks soul where no one but dirk himself could touch me until i can forget the feeling of wholly drowning in a soul as awful and loud as caliborn. i hate the color green i hate the color green i hate the color green i hate the color green i hate the color green i hate the color green i hate the color green i hate the color green please please please please please please please please pleasepleaseplease let me be orange again

i will rip caliborn to shreds until i can either tear us apart or tear him apart even if it kills me too

-hal strider

🏎️‼️

[snobgoblin]

idk if Murdoc would like Shrek or not because on one hand, Shrek was the start of the decline in voice acting. Ever since Mike Meyers played as Shrek, DreamWorks has really set the trend of hiring celebrity voices instead of trained/talented voice actors (this isn't to say celebrities can't be good voice actors, for example, Robin Williams was excellent. It's just that people like Justin Timberlake aren't cut out for it) So it was really the start of Celebrities starting to take over the animation industry (think the Trolls movie) but also.. it's about a green man being a dick to everyone, so maybe he relates, idk

[zamalie]

im required to finish a speech class for my AA and i initially went oh. Just once huh. Yeah this is fine I can power through it! what could go wrong

[legend-tripper]

alright besties start placing bets: did i lose my job today, yes/no

[i-simp-for-gintoki]

Gojo, Yuji, Megumi reacting to their s/o being injured and not noticing

“Uh How About Gojo , Yuji , Megumi React With S/O that have High Pain Tolerance Like They Don't Realize That They Have Really Bad Injury Until Someone Point It Out To Them?” -anon

I dont have megumi on my character list but i’ll still try to write him!

 Also look at me using warnings cause my friend yelled at me for not using them before 

But was there really a reason to use them before??

Warning: mentions of blood and injuries, its really not that descriptive tho

Gojo Satoru:

He knew you were strong and knew that you were more than capable of taking care of yourself

Which was really nice for him because he doesn’t need his mind filled with pointless worrying

But every now and then you guys see a curse that gives a bit of a challenge (not for him tho) and end up receiving a few injuries

“Guess whos back?” you called out

Walking to the front door to greet you, gojo’s smile faltered a bit as he laid eyes on you

There was just a giant piece of metal stabbed into the back of your shoulder

“Welcome back. I see your going for a new look. Have to say im not the biggest fan” he says putting his shoes on

Raising a brow you question his wording and where he’s going

“We are going to go and see Shoko”

“Huh? Why”

Gojo points to your shoulder and you let out a surprised noise as you finally see the problem

“When did that get there?!” you yell 

How you didn’t notice this before was beyond Gojo

“This explains why Ichiji was freaking out so much then” you say going to remove it but gojo stops you

“You might not feel it but lets have a professional help you okay?” 

“But whyyy” “becausssseee” he says using the same tone as you

“It’s smarter” 

“Woah, Satoru using his brain? Maybe im not the one who should be getting checked out”

He chuckles as he opens the door for you. “Mean. Now lets go”

Sighing you nodded your head and both went off to see Shoko

Itadori Yuji:

Gojo had sent you two to clear out a building of curses

It was relatively easy

There was one or two curses that gojo failed to mention but you both still exorcised it

Meeting back up with you on the first floor his happy smile immediately dropped

“What happened?!” he yells running over to you

“Huh? Oh one of the curses ripped my school jacket, no biggie” you shrug and look down at your stomach

The white shirt you wore underneath the uniform was completely red and shredded

“Ah”

“Don’t ‘ah’ me! Thats really bad!” he says sitting you down

He pulls out some emergency aid and does his best to patch you up

“Did you seriously not notice??”

“Not at all, i just have a high pain tolerance”

“I think this is more than having a ‘high pain tolerance’, theres something missing up there”

“RUDE”

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT”

“No hugs and kisses for a day” “No fair! Er-enough about that for now, we gotta let Gojo-sensei properly patch you up”

“Honestly, Yuji. I’m fine”

“No you’re not!”

Fushiguro Megumi:

Similar to Yuji, you guys had just finished a mission and were meeting back up

Seeing your state his blank look turned more surprised

Head bleeding and one shoulder clearly out of place, that didn’t stop you from smiling brightly

“That was pretty easy right Megumi? Since we did this under an hour Gojo-sensei owes us ice cream”

He deadpans 

“Are you serious?” he asks making you nod your head

“Of course! I want my f/f icecream!” “No not about that, are you just going to ignore your injuries?”

“Injuries?” he sighs and walks over to bandage your head

“You’re heads bleeding and im pretty sure your shoulder is dislocated” “Oh wow” “how did you not notice??” 

You pause and look like your genuinely in thought

“Maybe it was the adrenaline?” “Theres adrenaline and theres being completely unaware that your seriously injured” he says wrapping your head a bit tighter than necessary

“Should i just pop it back in?” you ask gesturing to your shoulder  “i’d rather you let a pro do it”

 “like gojo sensei?” “I wouldn’t trust him with this…”

“You wanna do it? I probably wont even flinch” 

He denies your request since he doesn’t want to make it worse

“Aww, Megumi you do care about me” “what makes you say i dont? Of course i care! Especially if your injured” he says with tinted cheeks

You laugh and give a quick kiss on the cheek much to his annoyance

“Lets go get that icecream” “injuries first”

 “how boring”

[justanartisticduck]

3 and 15 </:] (crooked hat)

Crooked hat!!!!!!! </:DDD But Aaa!!! Oki!! Here goes! :DDD

3. A character from my childhood: No thoughts- only her <3

Ps: her name is Catty Noir! She is from Monster High and i love her so so so much <33

15. A character I’d throw hands with: ROY BECAUSE HE SUCJS HHHHH- SHRIGNOLD CUZ HES WEIRD, I DONT LIKE HIM ANYMORE, EX FAVORITE CHARACTER, ETC. (Seriously tho he sucks now and I uh don’t like him anymore lol-) but there are THREE BIRDIES I WILL NOT HESITATE TO THROW HANDS WITH... Kass (botw), Sam the Eagle (muppets), and Flo (acnh) DONT ASK WHY FLO AND KASS ARE ON HERE THEY KNOW WHAT THEY DID (Flo made my animal crossing island a literal living hell for a few months- and then and then Kass told me Zelda loved link 🙄 (discomfort ship go brrr), was VERY rude to me and he looked at me funny >:( HE HURT MY FEELINGS!!) OH!! AND AND MIPHA AND ZELDA (both from botw) OUGHHHHHHH I HATE THEM-

And finally, the character you all have been waiting for…. The Bowling Ball…. I will rip that bowling ball to fucking shreds if I ever happen to come across it. No hesitation :))))))))

i have so much hatred for so many characters you’d be surprised- :)

ANYWAYS!!!! Thank u for the ask brother!!! This was rlly fun!! :DD

[wisp-exe]

yes i did post the first two already but i added some changes and added more tapes

Tape #4

Hi, Tommy Innes here. Uh, this is my fourth tape so if this is the first one you listen to, you should listen to the others.

(awkward pause)

I encountered one of the subjects today, the one known as wilbur soot. He used his powers on me, it was just as I had been told. Go back to Tape #1 for the details. I honestly think it may have been a fever dream. No matter if theres something more going on, I think this investigation is stupid. What kind of person has powers and uses them to start a cult?

Anyways. I went to a restaurant in town. The worker had a weird name. His name was Ranboo. Who names their kid that? He looked weird too. Had black spots on his face. That cant be natural.

(end of tape)

Tape #11

(rustling, the sound of drawers opening and being looked through. The Speaker talks in a rushed and panicked voice.)

Holy. Fuckin’. Shit.

Hi. Im Tommy Innes with the investigation of the syndicate cult. And I just saw a ritual. I took pictures. They should be included in the file. The people mentioned a “mist”. Said its the reason people dont realize whats going on. I’ll have to investigate this mist thing further. They summoned this beast. It was a boar. But it could speak english and wore a monarch’s outfit.

He ripped those guys to shreds. Im going to puke-

(rustling noises, a door closes and it goes quiet)

(the speaker presumably returns, judging by the door opening and closing again. You hear the lock clicking into place)

(it stays silent.)

(you hear more rustling noises, this time sounding like papers. There is a banging on wood, presumably the door, and the sound of a door trying to be opened)

(end of tape)

Tape #6

(silence)

Do I have to do the introduction? Ehh I’ll probably get fired if i dont-

Shit is this recording?

anyways.

I met a man called Phil today. He seems to be the most normal person in this stupid town. He complimented my wings. Which is weird because they’re tiny and an ugly eye-searing red. Whatever.

I lost my journal.

(a pause as well as the sound of chewing)

Anyways, so I dont have anything to report besides that-

Holy shit these cookies are good-

I went to the local bakery. The baker was nice, just a tad weird. And shes Friends with Wilbur Soot.

(end of tape)

Tape #5

Ayup. This is once again Tommy Innes. Nothing interesting happened today. Oh well. These tapes are recorded every two days, or whenever something interesting happens.

As you know i talked about meeting Wilbur Soot in my last tape. I saw him in town again, but didnt approach him. He smiled at me, for some reason. I headed out to a field to relax, and met

a cow. His name is Henry.

I’ve been keeping a journal.

(the speaker’s voice goes to a whisper)

I fear I’m being watched.

(end of tape)

Tape #14

(The speaker is a different voice)

How do I work this thing?

(another voice replies “Its recording”)

It is? Oh! What do I say?

(The second voice is too muffled to make out)

Oh yes! This is Wilbur Soot, This device was found in the room of an outsider, and we are now confiscating it. The outsided, Tommy Innes according to these tapes, will be converted to a syndicate member.

(end of tape)

Tape #8

Tommy Innes. I recovered from my short illness, I’m lucky it was a simple fever, otherwise it could have jeopardized this mission. I saw some guy with pink hair today. He was looking at me weirdly. Maybe he suspects something. I hope not. My accent may have given me away. Or my clothes had. The people here dress weird.

I met Phil again. Im starting to suspect he’s too normal for a place like this. He brought me to lunch. The food was good, our server was a guy called Purpled. He seemed cool. He seems like just a normal teenage guy, right? I think I may try to befriend him. That’s all I have to share.

Except maybe-

(static noises, muffling the speaker)

(end of tape)

Tape #10

I suspect I may have been misled. I went to the library. There was a book on [REDACTED]. It said terrible things about it. Uh. I’ve been given a place and time. It was in a letter addressed to someone named Dream. Uh. I found it on my desk when i got to the hotel I’ve been staying at. I dont know who it’s from. Theres not return address or anything. Bye.

(end of tape)

[euphoricsunflowers]

drowning in your scent — chae hyungwon

a/n: ajshdhs this this officially the longest fic on my blog by a whole lot (i think the only thing that comes somewhat close is queen’s whore at like 3.1k sheesh) so in the spirit of that! please give this fic a lot of love!!

word count: 4.7k

content: goddess au, sub!hyungwon, dom!fem!reader, the sex scene involves kissing, lip biting, neck kisses, and riding, fun stuff like that, and minhyuk is here!! he’s mentioned a lot lmao hyunghyuk besties

warning: this fanfic does take place in a village setting where there’s a bad harvest of food and so there’s a lot of mentions of food and starving. as someone with problems with food myself this could be potentially somewhat triggering so please don’t read if need be and i want to emphasize that if you need help to please reach out for it. i know what it’s like, please even feel free to reach out to me if need be, but do remember i’m not a professional.

summary: a boy from the village struggling through a bad harvest and the goddess of nature, of animals and forests, and of flowers so lovely the scent will make you dizzy, make a deal.

“hyungwon,” the voice calls out to him, and his heart aches when he sees it’s minhyuk that’s speaking to him. the usual cheer and brightness to minhyuk’s voice has all but vanished, “come on, we need to get to work,” he trudged slowly behind his friend, with minhyuk’s hand holding his own. there’s nothing but comradery between them, and yet hyungwon feels like he would trust minhyuk with his life.

“i hate this,” hyungwon murmurs under his breath, but he can faintly hear minhyuk chuckle at his whining, “i’m serious!! there’s barely any food and i’m starving and i’m supposed to pick fruit that i won’t even be allowed to eat?!”

minhyuk’s face is stone cold suddenly as he turns to, for lack of a better phrase, tell hyungwon to shut the hell up, “lower your voice,” he orders, and hyungwon deflates, but he obeys, and the quiet returns as they continue to walk to their spot in the field to pick the fruit, “i’m sorry, but i worry that being so outspoken will be your downfall, won.”

as they pick the apples, in silence from their short and blunt conversation, hyungwon spots one that stands out from the rest. he tries to resist getting a closer look at it, but he just can’t. he takes a few steps over towards it, subsequently a few steps away from minhyuk, and the apple does the rest. it’s almost hypnotic in the way hyungwon can’t take his eyes off of it. it’s red and glowing and hyungwon doesn’t know how he’s the only one captivated by the apple.

it’s like the fruit is speaking to him, calling him away, and he starts walking, even when minhyuk calls after him, he knows minhyuk spoke even though he couldn’t hear him. he walks for a few minutes, through the trees and the dense forest that he’s never traversed before. he doesn’t have to constantly gaze at the apple now, but he grips it in his hand like his life depends on it.

he comes upon a small statue hidden in the depths of the forest. it’s a stone carving of a bird, wings spread as if flying through the sky. it’s beautiful.

“isn’t it?” he hears from behind him, actually registering someone spoke to him this time, and he turns to see who it is. instead of the face of cheerful minhyuk he’s so used to seeing, a beautiful figure graces his eyes.

hyungwon can’t even focus on the physique, though, he’s too entranced by the piercing eyes that stare into his soul practically and the voice he can hear ringing in his head. “isn’t it, dear?” your voice repeats again, and he feels compelled to answer, though he’s not exactly sure how you read his thoughts. maybe he had actually said them out loud.

“yes,” he murmurs softly, turning back to look at the statue, “it’s gorgeous,” he takes a step closer to the statue to get a closer look.

“your voice,” you speak again, “i- nevermind,” you stop yourself, instead choosing to take a step closer to him, your hand touches his shoulder, “can i help you with something, dear?”

“i- what?” he’s taken aback by your question, because he didn’t search you or this place out, he was practically lured here by the fruit, “no, i-i’m okay, thank you though.”

“are you sure?” your touch on his shoulder finally registers in his head, like all his reactions are slowed and delayed, “if you’re not here for something, then… why are you here?”

“i dont… i don’t know,” he was never loud, but he’s even quieter now, “the apple… it led me here.”

you suddenly fell silent. he wonders if you used to apple to lure him, if this is a trap, but your touch is still so distracting and he can’t bring himself to care much. you look so harmless, with such pretty features that he wants to stare at forever.

it does make him wonder, however, just why your tone was so brazen when he said he wasn’t here to ask anything of you. you looked baffled when he said no, like that was the only reason you expected him to be here, “do people always just come searching for you… asking for things?”

“yes, they do,” you respond bluntly, but your words aren’t hostile. he faintly feels a sense of pity in his heart for you.

“that sounds like… such a sad existence,” the words leave his lips without him really putting much thought into them.

“it is,” you say as silence falls between the two of you before he speaks up.

“you uhm… are you… human?” you’re a beautiful yet lonely person in the forest, and it makes him wonder if you even are a person.

“no, dear,” you say as you lift your hand, the grass beneath both of you growing as you do so, “i am a being that represents nature. i think you humans would call me a god or goddess?”

“oh that’s… incredible. please explain to me more,” his eyes find you once again, watching you with already such a soft, adoring gaze.

“you just want to hear me talk, little human,” your tone is playful as his cheeks become rosy.

“maybe,” he smiles cheekily, “will you still explain it to me?”

“of course, sit with me and the flowers, will you?” you ask him, and he plops on the ground, sitting with his legs crossed as you begin, “i can control how nature exists in this world. i can make your flowers grow or trees in your forest more dense. you humans also love to hunt the sweet animals i create, ”

you pause, as if to give him a chance to speak up, and he does, “i’m sorry about that.”

“it’s alright, dear, your apologies are not necessary. besides, once they do die, they become gifts for other gods, and those gods treat their gifts from me very well,” you smile somberly, “tell me, how are you humans doing?”

he wants to lie, for some reason. he has an urge to just say ‘everything is fine, let’s just talk about happy things. i want to be happy’ but he doesn’t, “we’re… you want my honesty, right?”

“yes, yes absolutely,”

“we’re suffering. there’s too little food for everyone,” his stomach rumbles as he’s in the middle speaking, and he makes a sort of ‘see what i mean?’ gesture, “and we barely have enough to keep everyone alive through the month..”

you subtly gasp at his confession he just gives so easily, “and yet you were expected to pick fruit? that seems unfair, dear.”

“it was work that had to be done for the good fo the village,” he lowers his head at the thoughts racing through his head, envisioning the soft eyes of his friend, “but min- uh, my friend, he’s all i have. i know i… said i didn’t have anything to ask of you… and this may seem too much of me to ask, but now that i know what you are and can do, could you please help them? the people of my village, i mean,” he pleads, his eyes shining in the light.

“you want me to… provide them food?”

“please, i’d do anything,”

your face is suddenly much more serious, and you grip his shoulder as you lean in close to him, “for future reference, dear, don’t ever tell a being like me you’d do anything. ever. got it?” you were kind. you knew you were kind, but there were some that would rip his poor, innocent heart to shreds, steal his soul because he didn’t read the fine print. you’re relieved someone so soft and sweet and almost angelic stumbled upon you of all beings.

“yes,” he practically squeaks.

“good,” you sigh as you stand up, “i will help you, little thing. in return, please stay with me for one day. tomorrow afternoon, at this exact hour, you can return to the village,” you extend your hand for him to shake, “are those terms agreeable to you, my little human?”

his heart pounds in his chest. you want him to stay with you? for a whole day? he decides it’s a price that’s easy to pay if he remembers the prospect of being able to save him friend and his people from starvation “yes,” he murmurs, reaching out to shake your hand.

—

it doesn’t take much effort from you, just a wave of your hand and apparently, the harvest in the village would magically improve. he supposes one day is not a lot of his little time to give up if it meant the village could be revitalized with a bountiful amount of food. he just hopes minhyuk isn’t worrying too much.

you have a cottage of your own, he learns. it confuses him slightly because you’re a goddess, why would you need a very human-esque living space? he supposes he’ll never learn the answer to that question. the thing itself is impossible to see from the outside, he could have sworn nothing was there until your hand was in his (his heart stopped for a good minute) and you led him up the stairway leading into the cottage.

“make yourself at home,” you tell him, and he nods in a daze. your place was beautiful, full of flowers and vases with more flowers and little flower trinkets on the table and mugs with flower designs. judging from anything you considered to be your domain, you seem to like flowers. the softness of the atmosphere is calming to him, the scent of all the flowers is overwhelming, his knees are weak.

“what- what are you going to do with me for this day that you have me? you must have some plan for me,” you tilt your head with a faint smile on your lips as he sits beside you on the couch, “do you want me to work? am i a servant? please, all cards on the table, tell me what you want from me.”

“all cards on the table?” you echo, and he nods, for a second wondering if you just straight up didn’t know what he meant, but you lean in to him, close enough to just barely need to lean just a little more and you’d be kissing him, “i just think you’re cute. forgive me if i just wanted a day to gaze at you.”

he’s startled as you pull yourself away, leaving him flustered and blushing and stuttering as you excuse yourself outside to grow more flowers. he sees the beautiful sunflowers and roses and tulips and then his eyes find you once more. your beauty just radiates, it’s so overwhelming and intoxicating that he feels the safest really taking it all in when you’re focused on your flowers, not leaving him a blushing mess whilst so close to kissing him he just might faint.

the sun hits your skin in such a beautiful way that he can’t can’t stop staring. it’s ironic how you wanted him to stay for a night because you thought he was cute but he cannot take his eyes off of your beautiful smile and hair and demeanor and just… aura. your presence is so soft and comforting yet so overwhelming to him. it’s all something he can’t understand.

you return a few hours later, having given your guest time to really settle in. as you open the door, he’s in the kitchen area with one of your mugs, drinking a cup of tea peacefully and quietly, “welcome back,” he mumbles with a smile.

“hi there, little human,” you smile back at him, taking a seat beside him, “i’m… sorry. i know you were probably lonely, here all by yourself-“

“no, i actually enjoy the quiet. it beats picking fruit,” he shrugs.

“speaking of food, i was able to grant your request, but i completely forgot about you. would you like something specific to be prepared for your evening meal?” hyungwon forgot what it was like when there wasn’t barely enough food to survive on. he tells you his wishes for meat and vegetables and starches his stomach aches for, “alright, dear. sit at the counter with me as i cook.”

he’s stunned for a second, “i didn’t know you can cook.”

“you don’t know my name, my sweet. we have a lot to learn about each other.”

“what is your name?” he asks, and you giggle to yourself, having known he’d ask it the moment you brought up the fact that he hadn’t yet.

“y/n,” you answer, finding the spices you wanted, “and yours, my beautiful flower?”

his heart skips a beat at the endearing term you use. at this point, he wonders if you’re getting enjoyment out of flustering him so helplessly like this, “hyungwon,” he sees the way you smile when you hear his name. it makes him smile too.

“hyungwon… what a beautiful name you have, my dear. it’s fitting, for someone as beautiful as you,” at this point he’s absolutely sure you’re getting a kick out of making him a flustered mess, because now his cheeks are red and he can’t meet your gaze, “sorry, i don’t mean to fluster you—,” liar, he thinks, “— i just can’t help adoring you.”

“you’re too much for my weak heart,” he mumbles exasperatedly as you cook, looking over at him with that cheeky smile on your face like you know just how much you wreck his heart and his composure.

you seat him at the small-but-not-too-small dinner table, bringing plates of food and finally sitting at the seat across from him, “eat as much or as little as you want, dear.”

he goes to ask before he puts too much thought into the question, “are you not gonna eat-? oh, wait, nevermind, do you not need to?” you nod, smiling.

“i’m grateful that you think of me, angel, but you’re correct: this is all for you,” and while he’d theoretically be hesitant to eat while you just sit there, he finally remembered just how hungry he was, and so it would have taken much more restraint than he currently had to restrain himself.

after dinner, you lead him him to the bedroom in your cottage. emphasis on the singularity in that term, “oh- uh, a-am i going to sleep with you-?” he stutters.

“you can, you don’t have to if you don’t wish to, flower. i don’t really have to sleep so if you want the bed all to yourself, then it’s yours. i just… i thought maybe- you know what,” you tone changes suddenly, and he’d be damned if he didn’t catch it, “nevermind. take the room. call for me if you need me, i’ll be outside with the flowers again-“

“wait!” he calls out as you turn to leave him alone. you look over at him, eyes shining so beautifully in the moonlight.

“yes, my flower?”

he’s flustered once again, but he can’t help wanting you to stay with him. he reaches his hand out to you, similarly to how you reached yours out to him, “stay with me?”

you accept the proposal, sitting on the bed with him, weaving a few flowers into a flower crown while he lays on his side, watching you work on the crown like it was the most entertaining thing in the world.

“i think sunflowers will look pretty against your skin, hyungwon,” you mumble, keeping your voice soft as to not disrupt the peaceful atmosphere you’ve both created, and he smiles bashfully at your words, “truly, i think anything would look beautiful on you, but the yellows would really bring out the strong, almost sensual browns in your eyes. can- can i?”

he nods in consent, sitting up and sitting still for you, and your fingers gracefully position the crown on top of his head, “ah, do i look good with it on?”

“oh absolutely, sweetheart, but,” you scoot closer to him, and once again, his heart beats rapidly and his thoughts evaporate into thin air, replaced by the bashful shyness and the way he’s suffocated by your scent, breathing it in like it’s a drug, “in my opinion, you’re the most beautiful.”

he can’t breathe.

“i-i, um, oh my god,” he stammers, so shy as you smile at how he struggles.

“can i kiss you, pretty boy?” you whisper, your hand raising to hold his cheek as you gaze at his lips. it’s subtle, probably because he was malfunctioning inside, but he nods, closing his eyes and passively waiting for your lips on his.

he didn’t know what to expect, with you being a god and all, but it was so much more than he could have prepared himself for, both mentally and physically. it was a rush if he’d ever felt one, both his body on fire and goosebumps lining his skin.

your style of kissing makes him ache in so many ways. his lips will definitely be bruised from the way you bite them, drawing blood like a vampire but in the kindest way possible, your hand cupping his cheek and you other rubbing his thigh soothingly is enough to keep him from crying out because of the pain.

“stop me, hyungwon,” you mumble under your breath, “if you don’t want this, you need to stop me. tell me to stop and i will,” but how did you ever expect him to do that when he’s already so wrecked and all you’ve done is kissed?

“don’t,” he whispers, “don’t stop, please,” and you oblige, keeping your lips busy on his neck as he groans, reaching out to hold your waist, “please,” he echos his own words weakly.

“tell me what you want, i’ll do it, just tell me,” you see how choked up he is, and it’s cute how easily he’s wrapped around your finger, “tell me, tell me, my flower.”

“touch me more,” he breathes, and you help him throw off his shirt. your hands are all over him in an instant, you press kisses down his neck, paying attention to his chest as your hands wander lower and lower.

he bites his lip in anticipation, but it feels just like how it felt when you bit his lip before and he audibly moans at the recent memory. it’s almost embarrassing when he realizes just how openly and easily he’s been moaning since you started.

and it’s not like he exactly expected a warning, but he wasn’t ready for when one of your hands started rubbing his crotch and making him moan and whine helplessly, “please don’t tease me.”

“hm, alright, sweet thing. how about i ride you? would you like that?” he nods desperately, weak at the thought of you using him for your own pleasure and leaving him to drown in the overwhelming pleasure you give him, “take off your pants and underwear, then.”

he scrambles to do as you say, watching with his jaw dropped as you make the garments you wear all but disappear with just a wave of your hand, and he’s intimately reminded that you’re not human, that he shouldn’t have trusted you so implicitly as to let you put him in this position, and that he’s playing a game where he doesn’t know the rules.

but then he sees the genuineness in your smile, the way you treat him so kindly yet assertively, soft yet harsh, and he just can’t fathom being in any real danger when he’s being swallowed by so much pleasure when he’s under you like this.

he’d been zoned out for a few moments until you’re actually riding him already, holding his hand in a softness that makes him weak. he suddenly notices the flowers in your hair, the way your nose crinkles up when you smile down at him, the way looking at your lips reminds him of the ache on his. it’s incredible just how infatuated he is, the way he adores so much being not just under you in a physical sense but also being under your spell.

he moans in such a heavenly bliss, eyes fluttered shut as he can only hear his own voice make sounds that would normally make him embarrassed. he can’t bother to care right now because when he opens his eyes, you seem to like the sounds he makes. and he wants to please.

“hyungwon, d-dear,” you murmur, your hands resting on his chest to keep yourself stable on his chest, “i can’t keep my eyes off of you, baby. you’re absolutely ethereal. so please, can you show me how pretty you are when you cum? can you cum for me, my flower?”

god that name was the most precious thing to him, he wanted to be your beautiful flower forever.

he does cum. he orgasms viscerally, his body trembling as he throws his head back, his jaw slacked as he moans loudly, cumming so hard he can see white.

he stays in that headspace of pleasure, higher than the clouds, for a few moments as the high subsides and he’s left with a euphoric feeling that keeps him shivering with aftershocks, until he starts to hear your voice. you whisper little nothings to him as he starts to come down completely, “i’ve got you, little thing, don’t worry, you’re safe with me.”

he briefly ponders why you keep calling him ‘little thing’ when he’s as tall as he is, but your kisses to him temple take that thought away, “y/n?”

“yes, dear?”

“can you sleep with me?” he asks, not realizing that you already told him that you don’t need to sleep.

still, you can’t resist him when he’s just so adorable with that pout he probably doesn’t even realize he’s making, “of course, let’s clean up just a little bit, and i’ll lay with you while you sleep, angel.”

—

morning comes far too soon. you still have him for another 7ish hours, but once they’re up, he’ll return to his village, to that friend he mentioned, and disappear from your existence forever. it’s almost pitiful how quickly you became attached to the pretty thing.

you look over at him, sleeping so, so peacefully, his cheek squished against the pillow while he pouts and you can’t help but coo at how precious he looks.

it’s impossible to imagine a life anymore where you can’t keep looking at his face, at his pretty lips (that are covered in bruises in a way that makes this moment a bit less melancholic and innocent), at the softness in his eyes when he gazed at you. what a miserable fate that would be to live through.

“what’s on your mind?” you hear him groan tiredly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. you go to object, say ‘of course it’s nothing just go back to sleep dear’, but he catches it and, even in the early morning, he won’t take a lie.

“i just… you have a life to return to, and i don’t want to deprive you of that. i’ve just grown to like you, is all,” you murmur as you run your fingers through his hair, hearing his soft gums of contentment, “an existence of being by yourself might make one somewhat… easily attached.”

hyungwon doesn’t know how to respond, but he sits up, despite the tiredness that still rests in his body, he moves to get himself out of bed, using his hand to brush his hair out of his face, “we still have time together, so let’s do something you want to do.”

“like what?” you smile sadly, “what should we do?”

“hmm…” he makes a really cute face when he thinks, you realize, and it just makes you fall a little bit more, “well you really like flowers right?”

“of course,”

hyungwon’s face lights up, like he’s had a sudden realization, “oh! then what if we painted? i have minhyuk’s paints in my bag!! minhyuk told me to hold onto them for the day and i kept them on me!”

“wha- what if your friend doesn’t want you to use them?” you stutter, but you can feel that you’re already on board.

“then that’s his problem!”

now to be honest, painting was not hyungwon’s strong suit, but he had such a fun time with mixing colors and making flowers that don’t really look like flowers come to life on the many wooden walls of your cottage. neither of you had brushes either, so it was really just fingerpainting, and by the end, your hands were covered in myriads of greens and yellows and pinks reds and blues tinted by the white, they were almost works of art themselves.

and after hours of painting, making more flower crowns, even teaching him to make flower crowns, and more activities, your time with him was dwindling. of course, he doesn’t have to leave, but the time that he had to stay was slowly slipping away from you.

“hyungwon,” you mumble, getting his attention as he sits on the couch while you were supposedly making tea. you raise your hand, displaying a bright red apple, “this is the one from yesterday, right?”

“y-yeah, i think so, why?”

“i- come here, please.”

he wobbles over to the kitchen, sitting beside you as you show off the fruit, “what’s going on?”

“remember when you told me the apple lead to you the statue?” he nods, “this apple is blessed with my energy. it’s… magical, in a human sense. i just want to apologize for decieving and likely confusing you yesterday,” you look down at the fruit, shiny and glowing red with liveliness, “but i have a… proposal of sorts.”

“i- alright, what is it?”

“take a bite,” you say, your tone heavy with implications of what will happen, “take a bite, and stay with me, will you?”

“what- what about my family? my friend? what about the life that i have?” he asks, but it’s all rhetorical, he doesn’t expect a serious answer, “i was willing to give you a day, i can’t give you my life.”

why can’t you, you feel the urge to murmur to him, why can’t you give that all up? you know i’m all you want now, you’ll only spiral down even further into me, “you don’t have to eat it all, just a bite, just one.”

“what- why are you so adamant that i eat that apple?”

“because!” your voice cracks ever so slightly, and once again his heart aches and he rushes to attempt to soothe you, to hold your heart in his hands and never once let it be hurt, “because you are all i want, hyungwon,” you mumble as he hugs you, resting your head against him, “because i want you to return to your friend and your village, but i’m selfish, i’m so, so selfish. this is the best middle ground i could think of.”

“...what does taking a bite entail?” he asks tentatively, and his heart jumps when he sees your eyes shine with hope. whether or not you know it, you’ve got him good.

“half the time, you’ll be mine. your soul has to reside in my domain, your heart will constantly ache for me,” you murmur, your hands suddenly wandering and he chokes out a moan, “but the rest of the time, you can return to the village. you can return to your life, and i will not make any attempts to steal you away during that time.”

he’s left speechless, not exactly sure what you’d want him to say now, but you place the apple in his hands, pressing a few faint kisses to the edge of his lips just to fluster him, but then you disappear outside. he watches you through the window as you tend to your flowers, picking a sunflower to place into your hair. he’s so entranced by the way you move that he can barely focus on what he needs to focus on: the apple.

he wonders what minhyuk is feeling right now. he’s probably worried to death, horrified out of his mind that his friend just disappeared into the forest. he wants so badly to go back and reassure him that nothing bad happened and go back to the way things were except things would be better.

but he does also feel a sense of… devotion? infatuation? love, maybe? whatever it is, he feels something towards you. his heart aches to please you, to do in this situation what would make you happy. the way you looked when you were so emotionally vulnerable with him, you didn’t seem like a god that he had to worship in that moment, you seemed like a soul that he wanted to love. it’s this feeling deep in his soul that just leaves him, both his heart and his body, utterly defenseless to the prospect of you.

so this is the end of him as he’s been for his whole life. or at least, in a sense, half of him. he’s grateful that you went outside to let his head clear just a bit, it’s always so clouded with you and your scent and your aura that he feels delusional. he tosses the apple around anxiously as he tries to decide what to do, but in the end, there’s not a chance in the world that he could ever go against what would make you happy.

he tries to delude himself into thinking it’s a conscious choice he makes, but he knows he’s lying; he just doesn’t want to accept it. he’s been a wreck since the moment you lured him away with the very apple he holds, there’s not a single reality in which he gives you up. his heart aches to protect yours, and his body wishes to be ruined by yours.

he takes a bite. he’s yours.

—

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[dinklebat]

just some fun creepypasta aus i’ve thought of and want to rant about maybe someday:

1) Alright stick with me for a moment: magical girl au.

WAIT PLEASE DONT LEAVE I SWEAR IT MAKWS SENSE!! So you know how magical girls have like those little animal/magic sidekicks that let them transform. It’s slenderman. Slenderman is the magical sidekick. The creeps magically transform and fight supernatural creatures. Honestly kind of thinking of a Madoka Magica style setting where it’s very pastel cutesy but then WHAM DARK ANGST DEATH!!

2) Realism/Mafia AU

Everything is exactly the same but magic isn’t real so they’re all just normal serial killers in an underground mafia gang trying to take over a city. Slenderman is the mafia boss and he’s a normal dude but with like really wack scars that make his face look like it’s not even there at first. Ben is just a computer hacker kid. Sally is uh idk Slender’s adopted daughter who all the goons have to treat like a princess or he’ll snap their necks idk. Jeff and Toby are still Jeff and Toby.

3) High School AU

This one’s actually probably the weirdest but I think about it a lot. Slenderman is a detective, who decides to investigate the death of his brother, Splendor, a local high school principal. He suspects someone at the school did it so he goes undercover as a teacher and chaos ensues.

Basically, all the creeps are either students or staff at this really weird school. Ben is a computer genius gamer nerd, Jeff is that one super extra goth, Toby is a band geek, etc.

4) High Fantasy/DnD AU

Not gonna specify further but most of them are warlocks and Slendy is their patron.

5) Ghost Town AU

You’re on a road trip with your family when suddenly your car breaks down. The next town is only a mile away, so you decide to take what you can carry and hike over there. The town is surprisingly friendly, with the mechanic more than willing to help you fix your car.

In the meantime you wait in a cafe with your family. You laugh and eat at first, but then you begin to look around. Other patrons are talking, but no one else is eating. You begin to panic, insisting quietly that your family leave.

Your family is confused. They smile blankly at you, something mysterious behind their eyes. A hand grabs you. The waitress. She asks you to calm down and drink your coffee. You insist that you’re not hungry and book it out of there.

You run through the streets. Your blind panic is gone and you realize almost everyone in town has the same empty glaze in their eyes. Your heart beats faster as a man grabs your wrist.

You prepare for the worst, but this man is different. His eyes are clear, calculating. He smiles at you widely. A bit too widely. No, way too widely. His mouth stretches and his face pales. Whatever he is, it isn’t human.

The colorful town shifts its hues. The townspeople begin to sag and rot. They’re not people at all, you realize. They’re animated corpses. You scream for deaf ears.

The citizens slowly gang up around you, their bony fingers grabbing and pulling at your flesh, ripping you to shreds as the smiling man laughs over and over.