#fiend factory

[oldschoolfrp]

The loculi, or "tail-killers," answering the age-old question "what if an intelligent psionic 6-legged ankylosaurus had a sword?" (from Eric Hall's "Fiend Factory entry "The Loculi," a new creature for AD&D in White Dwarf 36, December 1982)

[chronivore]

[itsmetord]

For @rhyliethecaterfly

[rhyliethelovelycaterfly]

Fixed Group For @pamithebunterfly2007

[pamithebunterfly2007]

LATCF accidents (created by @lizzietherwbychibifan)

[slrmagazine]

COAL CHAMBER Fiend For The Fans Tour 2024 Kicks Off August 23rd

COAL CHAMBER Fiend For The Fans Tour 2024 Kicks Off August 23rd. #coalchamber #fearfactory #wenesday13 @coalchamber @FearFactory @officialwed13

It will be great to get out on the road with Coal Chamber in the United States on our first headline run in almost 13 years! We are bringing some bad ass bands with us as well, so I look forward to seeing everyone at the shows! – Dez Fafara, Coal Chamber “We can’t wait to hit the road with our long time friends Coal Chamber. I remember the first time I heard their demo back in 1993-94 I had to…

[dotwpod]

(286) DotW Featuring 'Hope Fiend' and 'Species'

Disciples!Nate and I are back in the saddle again, and you’re in for a treat. We’re not only going to feature some cool bands (Hope Fiend and Species) but we’re going to also tackle a quiz on ‘Rock and Roll Legendary Stories’ and see how well one of us knows fact from fiction. Enjoy – and don’t forget: Sharing means caring.\,,/ d(> _ <)b \,,/ Dedication: Bernie Marsden passed away at…

[thedailydescent]

While we're still wrapping our minds around the election results...

Can I introduce you to the Bkheet family?

Yahya Bkheet (@yahyabkheet-blog and @yahyabkheeblog) is a father of three who used to work in a coffee and spice factory. His wife, Sharbat, was a Geographic Information Systems (GIS) specialist, and recently celebrated her 28th birthday on Oct 31.

[Image source: x]

Their children are:

Mira: an intelligent girl who loves playing, reading, and writing. At night, she cries herself to sleep from hunger pains. Recently, Mira also caught the flu, which her parents couldn't provide her any medicine for.

Dima: equally intelligent and studious, she's also like me, someone who loves to swim!🏊 In other matters of good taste, Dima loves fried potatoes. Everyday, she asks her father to buy some for her, but he is unable, as potatoes cost $23 per kg, and a bottle of frying oil $15.

Anas: is, despite everything, a joyful boy who loves to play and make his family laugh. What he wants more than anything, his father says, is eggs, which cost $2.30 for the price of one! He also suffers from skin disease from drinking polluted water, which is incredibly dangerous for one so young, if left untreated.

Yahya also has an elderly mother he is taking care of, who suffers from heart disease and diabetes, without any means to afford treatment.

Yahya's family is currently living in a damaged tent, and are asking for your help to rent a house for the winter.

What can we do?

Despite the fact that their gofundme page has been up since May 16, they are still sitting at €6,062 / €30,000, and have only raised €6 today! Two days ago, Yahya told me he was unable to feed his children at all that day, and was in despair. When he spoke to me, he sounded defeated:

Do not let Yahya abandon all hope now!

I do not believe that none of you have any money, especially considering the results of that parent income poll @serial-unaliver has done in the past. Even if you're not in touch with those parents, why wouldn't you be willing to lose a little comfort to provide some for others? You could give up take-out. You could walk to work instead of taking the bus/Uber. You could get donation food for the week and give up your grocery money to others in greater need.

Help Yahya buy some groceries today!

Fried potato ingredients + a dozen eggs: $46 + $15 + $27.60 = $88.60

Don't let his children go hungry again today. I have donated €33. Can anyone else contribute something similar?

This fundraiser has been vetted here and here.

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[monstersdownthepath]

Homebrew Horror: Galroscul, Nascent Lord of Gluttony and Cannibalism

(Art done by the incredible @crankyteapot!)

First mentioned here, Galroscul is a fierce and powerful fiend who once coveted the throne of King of Demons, wishing to feed from Lamashtu's flesh to achieve his apotheosis... but before Lamashtu even registered his existence as a threat, he was beset by the combined forces of both Zura and Xoveron, who saw him as a challenger to their dominions over consumptive destruction and rampant gluttony. He was powerful, but not so much so that he could overcome such a fierce and coordinated assault from two Demon Lords and their armies, and yet his opponents could not simply kill him or he would rejuvenate and attack them while they were weakened, leaving them all back at square one... so they imprisoned him instead.

On a far-off world under the lock and key of a cadre of hedonistic Zurans and Urgathoans, Galroscul is imprisoned in a great and terrible machine that draws from his demonic power, infusing cuts of meat with fiendishly addictive energy that assures a steady trickle of profits for the meatmongers as customers become unable to stop themselves from buying more. This also serves the purpose of providing tantalizing food for the man-eating demons and undead among their ranks, and all the while the would-be Demon King is slowly being driven insane by the pain of the machine sapping his power and the pain of his empty stomach seeing countless tons of meat pass him by while he has no mouth to eat them.

And yet, wracked with pain and hunger, Galroscul is far more clever than he appears to be, and his fierce desperation will drive him to enact a plan no sane being would ever consider. Able to still wield sparks of his demonic magic even while imprisoned, Galroscul will slowly but surely do the unthinkable, cutting pieces away from his body and shearing his own divine power out of himself bit by bit. Every piece of meat and drop of blood that he cuts away falls onto the procession of meat below, contaminating them with a far more potent form of demonic corruption that his captors intended. Soon after he begins this process, demonic tieflings bearing the features of fiendish boars will start popping up all over the planet as new, bizarre religious groups begin to form around demagogues bearing traces of the Demon Lord's might, contacted in their dreams by the Hunger Sealed in Steel and guided towards the effort to free him.

The statblock below does not represent Galroscul as he was or as he is; in the current time, he is still imprisoned on a far-off world in the torturous meat machine. Despite his imprisonment, his influence still grows in strange parts of the cosmos from both the lingering cultists he possessed when he was vying for the throne of Demon King, and where covert deliveries of demon-tainted meat are served, whether it be the prison world he is held on or another world that his cultists have managed to smuggle products to. As the years tick excruciatingly by, he will cut enough away from himself to slip the machine's shackles and put out a rallying call to all his corrupted sycophants and wicked "children" at once. The factory in which he is held will be destroyed in a single night, after which Galroscul will rampage across this distant world's surface for a hundred days, devouring everything he comes across in both gluttonous fury and rapturous joy at his freedom. For now, though, he simply dreams of the times to come.

Thus, these stats represents Galroscul shortly after his freedom. He is greatly withered both physically and mentally, but this is merely in comparison to his previous power at CR 29, and he still maintains a grip on vast portions of of his old might. As the picture above alludes to, he still has pieces of the imprisoning machine fused to his body. These are now welded to his very essence, and regenerate from damage just as his flesh and bone, serving as eternal reminders of his failure... and reminders to never let it happen again.

Galroscul, the Hunger Sealed in Steel CR 24 Chaotic Evil Huge Outsider (stuff) Init: +8; Senses: Darkvision 120ft, Detect Good, Detect Law, True Seeing, scent (60ft); Perception +35 Aura: Frightful Presence (120ft, DC 29), Unholy Aura (DC 24)

------ Defense ------

AC 40, touch 20, flat-footed 32 (+4 deflection, +8 Dex, +20 natural armor, -2 size) HP 515 (27d10+351); Regeneration 15 (Good) Fort +32 Ref +20 Will +24 Defensive abilities Ferocity, Hog Wild; DR 15/Cold iron and Good; Immune Charm and compulsion effects, death effects, disease, Electricity, poison; Resist Acid 30, Cold 30, Fire 30; SR 34

------ Offense ------

Speed 80ft, burrow 30ft, climb 80ft Melee Bite +45 (2d6+19/19-20 plus grab), 2 claws +37 (1d8+7 plus grab), gore +44 (2d6+19/19-20 plus Dispelling Gore), sting +37 (1d8+7) Space 15ft; Reach 15ft Special Attacks Dispelling Gore, Down in One, Fast Swallow, Gruesome Gullet, Merciless Assault, Overhead Flip (DC 37), Swallow Whole (6d8+22 bludgeoning and piercing plus 5d6 energy plus Consume Essence (DC 29), 30 AC, 51 HP), Spell-like Abilities (CL 20th; Concentration +26)

Constant--Air Walk, Detect Good, Detect Law, Greater Magic Fang (bite, gore), Unholy Aura (DC 24) At-Will-- Dragon's Breath (any option) (DC 20), Greater Dispel Magic, Greater Teleport (self plus 50lbs only), Hunger for Flesh (DC 20), Slow (DC 19) Telekinesis (DC 21) 3/day--Bountiful Banquet, Dimensional Anchor, Hungry Pit (DC 21), Mass Reduce Person (DC 20) 1/day--Delectable Flesh (DC 22), Dimensional Lock, Freedom of Movement, Time Stop

------ Statistics ------

Str 39 Dex 26 Con 37 Int 22 Wis 20 Cha 23 Base Atk: +27; CMB +43 (+4 grapple); CMD 61 (+4 vs grapple)

Feats Cleave, Cleaving Finish, Combat Reflexes (B), Consume Essence, Dazzling Display, Dramatic Slam, Great Cleave, Greater Grapple, Improved Grapple (B), Improved Unarmed Strike (B), Intimidating Prowess, Multiattack, Overhead Flip, Power Attack, Savage Leap, Savage Slam, Weapon Focus (Bite)

Skills Bluff +29, Climb +42, Diplomacy +26, Disable Device +28, Escape Artist +38, Intimidate +50, Knowledge (Arcana) +16, Knowledge (Dungeoneering) +16, Knowledge (Engineering) +20, Knowledge (Nature) +16, Knowledge (Planes) +19, Knowledge (Religion) +16, Linguistics +12, Perception +35, Profession (Chef) +23, Sense Motive +28, Spellcraft +16, Survival +25, Swim +23, Use Magic Device +29

Languages Abyssal, Aklo, Celestial, Common, Draconic, Giant, Goblin, Gnoll, Necril, Orcish, Polyglot, Terran, Undercommon; Telepathy 300ft

SQ Nascent Demon Lord traits

------ Ecology ------ Environment Any Organization Unique Treasure Triple ------

Combat: From afar, Galroscul will buffet his foes with Slow and Dragon's Breath to soften them up, Hunger for Flesh and Delectable Flesh, to disrupt their ability to cooperate, and will set up Hungry Pits for future maneuvers. Against Outsiders or creatures whom he has seen use teleportation magic, he focuses his Dimensional Anchor and Lock to prevent them from fleeing. Against humanoids, he will prioritize Mass Reduce Person to shrink them down, allowing him to swiftly devour them with Down in One. After a very short setup, he rushes into combat and focuses his gore attacks on enemies with numerous magic effects on them to rip them asunder. Once in melee, he is not an especially complex creature: He seeks to devour as many enemies as he can at once, utilizing Great Cleave, Cleaving Finish, and Down in One to do so. Against meals that refuse to go down easily, he will utilize his Savage Slam feat line to pulverize his target (or hurl them into Hungry Pits) while Dramatic Slam allows him to continue terrorizing the rest of their allies.

Morale: Galroscul's morale is a fickle thing. His loss of power leaves him vulnerable to death, something he fears immensely while his cult is fractured and weak, but he gets lost in the thrill of combat and the taste of blood to the point he often does not realize how hurt he has become until he reaches a specific hitpoint threshold which forces him to go Hog Wild. Once Hog Wild, his frenzied state sees him acting like a desperate predator alternating wildly between fight and flight depending on how often his attacks connect with their intended targets and how many of his enemies are still standing. Because Hog Wild prevents him from teleporting away, he will fight to the death if he cannot instantly spot an escape route.

------ Special Abilities ------

Dispelling Gore (Su/Sp): The runes carved across Galroscul's tusks grants his bite and gore incredible power while having a ruinous effect on all other magic. Each time he strikes a creature with his gore attack, that creature is affected by a targeted Dispel Magic. If he confirms a critical hit with his gore, the creature is affected by a targeted Greater Dispel Magic instead.

Down In One (Ex): Galroscul's jaws can briefly unhinge to quickly snap down morsels before they can even react. Once per round when reducing a creature of any size to 0 HP with his bite attack OR when confirming a critical hit against a Small or smaller creature or object with his bite attack, he may immediately swallow that creature whole without needing to make any grapple checks.

Gruesome Gullet (Ex): While his crushing and gnawing innards are usually enough to kill most foes, Galroscul has numerous stomachs he can move meals into, each capable of digesting a wide variety of material. Creatures swallowed by Galroscul take an additional 5d8 points of Acid, Cold, Fire, or Electricity each round, chosen by him; he can divide the damage types as he desires between each swallowed creature by shunting each of them into different stomachs as a free action once per round. His multitude of stomachs allow him to continue swallowing victims even after some have previously cut their way out, and their reinforced tissues benefit from his full natural AC bonus, rather than half.

Hog Wild (Ex): Galroscul has been defeated once before, and refuses to ever lose again for fear of going through the same tortures. If he begins his turn below 150 HP, as a free action he enters a frenzied state in which he cannot use any of his spell-like abilities, but he gains the Dual Initiative extraordinary ability, with his second turn immediately added to the current initiative order. When he goes Hog Wild, all creatures within 300ft must immediately save against his Frightful Presence with a -4 penalty to the saving throw, even if they had succeeded the save previously that day. While going Hog Wild, Galroscul is immune to the staggered, fatigued, and exhausted conditions, and cannot be put to sleep through any means. He remains Hog Wild for 1 minute or until the current combat ends, whichever comes first, and cannot go Hog Wild again until 24 hours pass.

Merciless Assault (Ex): Once per round, if a creature within Galroscul's reach is knocked prone or becomes shaken, frightened, or panicked, he may make an attack of opportunity against that creature. In addition, when damaging a creature with his Savage Slam feat, the damage dealt is instead equal to the natural attack he established the initial grapple with.

Nascent Demon Lord Traits: Galroscul has lost enough of his power to have been reduced to a Nascent Lord instead of a full one, and as such he has the following traits:

Immunity to charm and compulsion effects, death effects, Electricity, and poison.

Resistance to Acid 30, Cold 30, and Fire 30.

Summon (Sp): Once per day, Galroscul can summon any demon or combination of demons whose total combined CR is 20 or lower. This ability always works, and is equivalent to a 9th-level spell.

Telepathy 300 feet.

Galroscul's natural weapons, as well as any weapon he wields, are treated as Chaotic, Epic, and Evil for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.

Galroscul can grant spells to his worshipers, which requires no actions on his part. He grants access to the domains of Animal, Chaos, Destruction, and Evil, with the subdomains Fur, Demon, Rage, and Cannibalism. His favored 'weapon' is bite attacks.

[monbons]

Stitches and Sentences

Happy Sunday all! I am off to my private school's open house today to sing the praises of our freshman English program so prospective parents will continue to pay my salary. Given the early hour, here is an early post.

I made lots of progress on my army of Baz bodies this week, but I can't preview most of what I am doing because several of the dolls are inspired by currently unpublished chapters of ongoing fics or in-progress art.

I can share Bubble Baz, inspired by my own fic. Annie beat me to creating a version of Baz in his hoodie (I love him!). Below is my version of Bubble Baz, cozy and in the felt! More pics here.

Although at this point I have made 28 dolls (and counting), I've kept very few them---just Shep and Penny (pictured above). A significant part of the joy of doll-making for me is gifting them to fandom friends. With that said, I didn't realize what a cool feeling it is to see your character embodied and be able to keep him! I love Bubble Bazzy so much already. He slept on my pillow last night.

In fic land, I struggled to find a snip of The Boy Next Door that I could post this week that wouldn't contain major spoilers given how Chapter 6 ended. I think I managed it by redacting some of the text. Simon POV below the cut.

SIMON Baz: [redacted] I re-read Baz’s text several times. Words always go a bit fuzzy for me, but this is unprecedented. After all, it’s not like letters generally rearrange themselves into blatant contradictions just for a lark. My head is swimming with questions. I ring Baz immediately.  “What the fuck, Baz? Is this a joke?” I demand.

Hellos and high-fives from the doll factory!

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@you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold

[oldschoolfrp]

Merry Christmas 1982 from Citadel Miniatures, who had a reciprocal relationship with Ral Partha in the US, with each distributing some of the other’s products in the early 1980s.  (White Dwarf 36, GW, December 1982)  The “Special Offer!” in the 3rd column mentions Military Modelling magazine, suggesting this ad originally was formatted for publication there and reprinted without correction here -- though the line at the very bottom of the page got it right.

[wisted-twunderland]

TWST boys go to Disneyland!

Heartslabyul

Ace: Is an absolute fiend on the teacups and knows which one spins the fastest (the orange diamond) and how to really get it spinning.

Deuce: Gets spun too fast on the teacups by Ace and throws up. When he feels better he enjoys being the Pilot on Smuggler's Run.

Cater: Documents the whole thing on Magicam in real time. He gets all of the classic shots, like the selfie in front of the castle, holding up the Dole Whip in front of the Tiki Room, etc.

Trey: Spends a lot of time on Main Street sampling all the different confectionaries. Also sits with Deuce after he throws up.

Riddle: Will ride the Alice in Wonderland ride and talk about all the historical inaccuracies to anyone who will listen.

Savannaclaw

Leona: He's been dragged here too many times with his nephew and made to ride all the kiddie rides, so he'd rather skip the whole thing and nap in the hotel room. But when he is inevitably dragged to the park, he enjoys the atmosphere of Adventureland and eats an unreal amount of meat skewers from Bengal Barbeque.

Ruggie: Doesn't go because it's too expensive. Nah I'm just kidding, he goes, but he definitely packs all his own food. Goes through the bakery tour and the Ghirardelli factory tour for the free bread and chocolate until he's told he can't have any more free samples.

Jack Howl: He likes Frontierland best, because it's the least crowded (and the cactus landscaping is exceptional).

Octavinelle

Azul: He's not big on rides, but he really enjoys scouring the historical showcases at the front of the park. As the owner of his own up and coming mega-conglomerate, he is eager to glean any information he can about the park and its rise to fame (and fortune).

Jade: He's very eager to get a selfie in from the yellow mushroom in Fantasyland, claiming its because of its historical significance. (Did you know it used to be a ticket booth?)

Floyd: Rides any and all of the roller coasters as many times as possible. Is not above pushing past little kids to run to the next ride.

Scarabia

Kalim: Is as excited as any kid there. Wants to see and do everything, and cries at the fireworks at the end of the day.

Jamil: Spends most of his time trying to keep up with Kalim and make sure he drinks some water once in a while. Enjoys the music and the parade more than he lets on.

Pomfiore

Vil: Enjoys the park from under a sun parasol, UV shades, and a high SPF sunscreen. He HATES that Snow White's Scary Adventure has been turned into *~*Snow White's Enchanted Wish*~*. The kids of today are WEAK.

Rook: He is hunting aiming to meet as many characters as possible and get them to sigh in his hit signature book.

Epel: Makes it his goal to sample every kind of candy apple in each of its differently decorated forms (Poor bear apple, Mickey ears apple, marshmallow apple, baby yoda apple, etc). Also a roller coaster fanatic.

Ignihyde

idia: Rides Buzz Lightyear's Astro Blaster's over and over trying to beat the all time high score (it's his). Knows where all the best targets are and can turn the cart with one hand while shooting with the other. ("This is the OG of interactive rides, even though Toy Story Mania may be more modern, this ride paved the way. At the time getting your picture taken and sending it to friends via email was unheard of but this ride blah blah blah blah...)

Ortho: Enjoys Pirates of the Carribean for its theming and "primitive robotics". Likes Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln for the same reason.

Diasomnia

Malleus: Will purchase and consume a Mickey shaped ice cream bar at every opportunity (He knows where all the ice cream carts are by the end of trip). He finds Fantasia amusing and says that the dragon is a "passable likeness".

Lillia: He's amazed at how much the park has changed since he was last here ("Star Wars Land? That area used to be a petting zoo.") Enjoys Haunted Mansion and startling Sebek in the queue.

Sebek: "We need to make sure we use our Lightning Lane at precisely 3:30, and then we must get to Goofy's Kitchen immediately after for our character dining experience, after which we must reserve our spot for the fireworks..." He's extremely concerned with getting the most out of the trip and ensuring that Malleus has a good time (Malleus doesn't care).

Silver: Enjoys the Sleeping Beauty walkthrough, as it is dark, full of vintage charm, and uncrowded. Falls asleep before the fireworks ever start.

[itsmetord]

Charlotte and the chocolate factory cast meme

For @lizzietherwbychibifan @rhyliethecaterfly

I share the cast Corey riffin as violet Beauregard with @rhyliethecaterfly

[rhyliethelovelycaterfly]

Top 10 Characters That Deserve Better Part 4

Violet Beauregarde (2005)

Mr Snake

Dib Membrane

Charlotte

Cloud Strife

Goh

Emily

Mammoth Mutt

Bubbles The Orange Bird

White Bomber

Previouses:

[pamithebunterfly2007]

Lincoln and the Chocolate Factory. FT, Extra Wonka Kids.

Remember that time I made a cast meme involving with some Wonka Kid OCs, there pretty cool btw. Also here are so very cool extra kids created by awesome people:

Abby Park (Turning Red) as Trixie Hypnoski

Misery (Ruby Gloom) as Barbara Forlorn

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) as Sebastian Rattle

Cody (SML) as Gordon Gables

Finn (Adventure Time) As Susie Marsh

Jackson Wells (Zoophobia) as Noah Mote

and Muffin Cupcake Heeled (Bluey) as Sunako Akumu

And you wanna see my extra cast of LATCF, visit these links and pls give them likes!

[eatmekaneki]

Paradise Fallen-

Chapter One

18+

Series Summary: God is dead and so is the Devil. Only the angels and demons on earth are here to help us now.

You find yourself mixed in a battle between forces of good and evil when you witness a crime on a dark road at night and get moved into witness protection.

The criminal is baited into finding you so he can be pulled out of hiding. You start to have your heart and body pulled back and forth between this blue eyed angel and the fanged fiend who sneaks into your bed at night.

Warnings/Tags(*for entire series): Graphic Violence, Smut, Angels and Demons au, Vampire!Getou, Angel!Gojo, Angel!Nanami, Demon!Toji, Fallen Angel!Choso, FMM threesomes, Poly relationships, dubcon, knifeplay, gun play,

Notes: trying my hand at a series for jjk and crossing my fingers ! Hope you guys like it 🖤

—————-

~”The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..”- Paradise Lost~

Humanity often yelled out to a god, wondering if he was listening. From the start of life, for most the call came unanswered. Over time the answers seemed even more silent and the world became even more violent.

People started to wonder if there even was a god to begin with at all.

A small group knew the truth, that yes god was here, at one point. The same few know the darker truth. That he’s been dead for quite a while, and those who killed him walk right among us every day, hiding in shadows and in our stores and businesses and maybe even in our very families and homes.

You never thought about fantastical or religious things like gods and angels and demons. You didn’t feel the need to curse a god for the shitty hand you’d been dealt in life and you never believed in one to start.

The biggest thing on your mind right now was driving your takeout chinese food home before it got cold.

The spring rolls and rice were sitting in white boxes tilting slightly to the side almost spilling over on the seat next to you. You were shooting your eyes back and forth checking on it at every turn as you drove, not wanting to make a mess and spill your precious food.

The mess could be dealt with, it’s not like your shitty car was spotless anyways. You certainly didn’t try and trash it, but you worked long days. Also who has time to take care of every little Tupperware container and wrapper on the floor?

Losing the food would break your heart though. It was rare that you could afford something like this.

It was a special treat, a congratulations to yourself for your measly little raise you got at the factory you worked at.

Though it was just a standard raise anyone got for working at the company for a year.

You sighed and turned up the radio to distract yourself from souring your celebration.

You had to keep a positive mindset.

You might be single, you might have a shitty job at a factory that makes folding chairs, you might have a shitty car and a shitty apartment, and shitty friends that don’t call…but…

You realized you almost lost the point of the whole thing.

‘but I have this takeout food’ you weakly grinned.

You had seen the flashing lights from a police car indicating someone had been pulled over coming up ahead.

They had parked off to the shoulder of the road. You didn’t think much of it at first, until only a few moments later there were red brake lights in your lane right in front of you.

You hadn’t noticed before that a car was ahead of you. Now they cut through the dark night’s dimness and shined brightly right in front of you. You had no choice but to slam your brakes down hard. Sending not only your already precariously positioned spring rolls and rice; but your main dish flying as well. They hit the windshield scattering with a splat, as your head slammed against your steering wheel hard with a smack.

Of course your shitty car had shitty airbags that didn’t work.

You didn’t feel anything on your head, you thought that was strange considering how hard you’d hit it. You were able to hear the metal crushing against metal as you had hit the car in front of you. You were well aware of the sweet and sour sauce dripping from a cracked windshield and splattered across the inside of your car.

You were now also aware your head was still resting on the steering wheel and you hadn’t lifted it yet. You were tired, this was all too tiring…

You closed your eyes for just a moment to rest…

———

“Are you sure you killed them all?” a raspy voice spoke.

There was silence.

Not even a cricket chirped as two men dressed in black clothing stood by 4 cars on this dark country road. The only thing illuminating the scene was the silent flashing red and blue lights of one of the cars, a police car.

“All of them,” a deeper, sturdy voice replied.

Two of the cars were badly damaged in a wreck caused by the situation the first two were in. Yours, the last one, was fully caved in, and you now sat unconscious with your head resting on the steering wheel dripping blood, or was that the sweet and sour sauce?

One of the men had checked on you and seeing the state you were in counted you as dead with the rest.

The car in front of you, a van, was filled with motionless passengers, a hand hung limp out of one of the back doors still slid open.

“Can you turn those fucking lights off Geto.” The first voice spoke again.

“Like I know how to work a police car?” The second man, Geto, snapped.

“It can’t be that hard, idiot” the other man bit back harshly.

The van was pulled directly next to the cop car, which was parked behind Geto’s car where he had pulled them over.

Dumb bitch in the van just had to stop and ask the cop if everything was alright. Wrong place, wrong time. She must’ve noticed something strange and when saw him sitting in his car hanging his head down lifeless with the bullet wound in his head.

She screamed when she saw him and struggled frantically to put her car back into drive as the passengers in her back realized the situation and started screaming at her to drive away quickly.

Geto had left him there only a couple minutes ago and had just gotten back into his car.

Toji, his boss, yelled at him to take care of it, and without a second thought he got back out of their car and shot the bitch in the head too, along with 3 other humans in the back seat.

It was honestly light work for a demon, especially the type of Fiend that Geto was…

Unfortunately he’d made quite a messy situation, as not even seconds after he’d done this and stepped back, another car came crashing through.

It slammed into the back of the van, shoving it forward a bit before stopping abruptly with a screech.

The woman inside almost instantly passed out and Geto considered that situation taken care of on its own.

“And all because you didn’t like the way he said your name.” Geto sighed as he closed the car door behind himself, getting in the driver's seat next to his boss Toji who was relaxed in his seat casually smoking a cigarette.

“Yeah, it was condescending. Humans should know better. Addressing someone like me in such a demeaning manner…” he coughed on his cigarette and a lot more smoke than should’ve came out of his throat. Almost as if it wasn’t just from the cigarette but from something deep within his chest.

“I know you’re new to the Overworld Toji, but I shouldn’t have to keep reminding you, humans don’t know about us. They aren’t going to bow to you here.” Geto heard police sirens suddenly in the distance. “Let’s go.” He quickly put the car into drive and sped away.

Toji looked back at the scene with a smirk. “They’ll know about me soon enough.”

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You thought you’d died and woke up in heaven when you opened your eyes in that hospital bed.

You were certain of it when you turned your head to see a white haired man with the bluest eyes you’d ever looked on was sitting next to you.

A complete stranger dressed in an all black suit, toying with a cloth and cleaning a pair of dark sunglasses.

“H-hello?” You tried to speak out your words but realized how scratchy your throat felt.

You raised a hand up to your neck.

“Ah-“ the man stood up suddenly “nurse!? She’s up!”

A nurse walked in only a few seconds later, cheery and asking you if you needed anything. You asked for water and she left the room for a brief moment before returning with it and checking your vitals and looking under a large bandage you had on your head to make sure it didn’t need to be changed.

She seemed satisfied and before leaving the room she spoke to the white haired man.

“Detective Gojo? Please don’t question her too hard, it is a head injury she’s got after all.”

The man nodded and smiled a charming smile the nurse’s way. “Of course ma’am!”

The lady blushed a bit at the lovely young man’s glance. He was the type of cute that even a smile sent your way would turn most girls heart’s into butterflies. He looked sweet and kind but serious when he turned to look at you.

“I’m sorry I have to do this right away, I just want to get all I can when your memories are fresh so we can catch the bastards that did this.” He explained.

“I-“ you stuttered, grabbing your water and chugging down a good amount before continuing. “I don’t even know what happened myself. It was just a car accident wasn’t it?”

The man pulled his chair up closer to your hospital bed.

“You got in an accident, yes, you were lucky…” he looked down, not meeting your eyes. (Which you were thankful for, his piercing blue eyes were starting to cause you to not focus on anything else.) “the car you crashed into, they were dead before you’d even hit them.”

You felt your heart sink at that, and the young Detective explained the situation to you.

As far as the detectives were aware, there were two men who were being pulled over for speeding, the officer had already started writing out the ticket in his car when it appears one of the men came up and shot him. The van must’ve noticed the scene and they wanted to take out any witnesses.

You had hot angry tears in your eyes. You almost couldn’t believe what he was saying. Who would do something so evil?

As you squeezed your eyes shut to shake away the thought you realized something…

“I saw him…” you gasped “i-“

The detective’s face lit up. “You did?” He was sat up straight and leaning even closer to you, as if pulling the seat forward hadn’t been enough.

You nodded realizing how fuzzy the memory was.

“When he came to check on me…I think I opened my eyes just barely for a moment. He didn’t notice. But I saw him.” You nodded “he had dark hair, long, and when he smiled at me because he thought I was dead…” you suddenly realized you couldn’t say your next words outloud, or at least you’d have to rephrase them.

“I- actually think maybe I hit my head too hard” you chuckled nervously. “I was going to say when he smiled it looked like he had a set of fangs. Like a vampire in a movie.” You nervously giggled a little again, hoping the detective would join you.

But he didn’t.

He seemed to ponder this even more. His eyes grew narrow and he put on the dark sunglasses even though you were indoors.

“Fangs.” He whispered. “Here…”

You didn’t like the way that the detective was taking you so seriously. You definitely hadn’t meant him to, yet…something did feel increasingly more unsettling.

“And you didn’t see the other man?”

“No…only one.” The more you think about it , the more you remember the details of his face too.

You had barely opened your eyes for five seconds when he peeked his head through the door to see you.

He’d seen your open and blank wide eyes staring at him with a bloody head and assumed you were dead, not looking right at him.

But you saw. You saw how beautiful this killer was despite what you now had just heard about him. His dark thick long hair looked like it belonged in beauty commercials, and his strong muscular frame showed even though he was wearing a dark baggy shirt.

At the moment he opened the door to the car you thought he was your guardian Angel there to save you. But when he thought you dead and grinned, you saw the fangs and thought otherwise.

Your mind had blurred and you fell back into nothingness after that.

If no one had questioned you on it when you woke, you might have even thought of that as just a weird dream from hitting your head.

But it seemed like this pretty detective was taking you a bit too seriously for your liking.

There was silence for a while, the detective sat with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together in a tent. He rested his chin on his hands and thought for a good few minutes.

“Y/n..” the man spoke. “I’m nervous for your safety. If these men find out you’re alive they’ll come after you too.”

Ice ran through your body at that. You hadn’t really thought of it like that. But he was right. If any of this comes up on the news and shows a survivor, that devilish, and too handsome to be a murderer, man is going to fucking murder you next.

Gojo then stood and stared over at the window.

“I’m going to make some calls…but I think I need to have you stay with a Guardian for a while.”

The way he spoke the word guardian felt like much more of a title than most people would mean it as. It felt strange.

You were realizing something was off about all of this. Yes, you’d hit your head, and yes, you could just be feeling absolutely mad from that, but something was definitely off.

You were terrified of a murderer on the loose, one that knew you and might want to finish the job. You were relieving the horrors of the crash in bits, and mourning a $35 Chinese meal you won’t be able to afford again for years with the repairs you’ll need on your car. You felt sick and wanted to not even think about the other people that didn’t make it in the accident you survived.

But why…why was it that more than any of that, the one thing scaring you the most, replaying on a loop…was the smile that man gave, and the way he showed his teeth to be bright white fangs.