#i have a lot of thoughts and i must scream

[lipglossanon]

22 December

Moaner!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, pervert Leon, stalker Leon, obscene phone calls, name calling, degradation, masturbation

Black Christmas (1974) homage 💜

not proofread

You wave the cigarette smoke away from your face. Brittany giggles and blows another puff your way, sending your irritation spiking as you stand up from the sofa. 

“You’re such a child,” you sneer at her. “I hope you get cancer.”

“Hey!” She frowns at you, bubbly laughter dropping off. “What a shitty thing to say to someone.”

“But you’re not someone,” you smile sweetly. “You’re just a dumb bitch.”

Before Brittany can move from the couch, the den mother steps in with a haggard face. She’s nearing her 50’s and her days of putting up with hormonal young women are drawing to a close. 

“Now you two, be nice,” she chides, tired eyes moving between you both. “Brittany go pack. Your dad called a few minutes ago saying he’s on his way to pick you up for the airport.”

She stands from the sofa, running a hand through her box blonde hair. “Thank you, Miss Margaret. It’ll be nice to spend the holidays with family, something not all of us have.”

She grins, a nasty showing of her bleached teeth, “Have a lovely holiday, sister.”

“Hope your plane explodes on take off,” you shoot back, listening as Miss Margaret sighs in defeat—both of you watching Brittany disappear around the corner. 

“I wish you girls wouldn’t fight like that. It’s so unbecoming,” she pats her pockets, pulling out a peppermint candy, wrapper crinkling when she opens it.

“Well, if she wouldn’t have screwed me over with that Professor, then I wouldn’t have any issues with her.”

Patting your arm, the den mother makes her way back out of the room. “I know, dear. But thankfully, you’ll have a break from her over the holidays.”

Standing next to the tree in the empty living room, you pinch the bridge of your nose, willing yourself not to get a headache. The shrill ring of the landline cuts into your thoughts like a dull knife. Blowing out a breath, you walk into the foyer and pick up the corded receiver. 

“Hello, Alpha Beta Theta house.”

Loud breathing comes over the line, like they’ve just finished running a marathon. 

“Hello?”

A shuddering groan fills your ear along with a wet squelching noise, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“Is—is anyone there?” You clear your throat. 

“Unh, unh,” a masculine voice finally makes a more pronounced noise. “Mmm.”

“You know prank calls can get you in a lot of trouble,” you twist the cord in your fingers, nerves beginning to get the best of you.

A raspy laugh before he speaks. “Bet you have a tight piggy cunt. Little miss uptight bitch.”

Fear and anger burn hot in your chest. “Did Brittany put you up to this? Well, fuck her and fuck you too, you fucking loser.”

You slam the phone down onto the cradle. Clenching your fists at your sides, you want to scream. You want to kick and slap and hit and gouge and—

The shrill ring of the phone has you baring your teeth at it like a feral dog. Snatching it up on the second trill, you bring the receiver up to your face.

“Alpha Beta Theta.”

The words are pulled from your mouth like rotten teeth. 

“Don’t hang up on me again, you cunting whore.” The man hisses at you. “I’ll rape all of your holes and then make more to stuff my cock into.”

Sweat beads on the back of your neck along with your palms and under your armpits. 

“W-who are you?”

He laughs again. “No one. Now stay on the line.”

The wet sound from earlier picks up, only this time it’s louder. He grunts and you suddenly realize what he’s doing. 

Schlick, schlick, schlick. 

It’s insane and disgusting—

and yet—

You clench your thighs, clit achy while you listen to this pervert jerk off. He curses under his breath and it makes your nipples stiffen. Gripping the phone in your hand so tightly the plastic creaks, you breathe in shakily. He must hear it cause his noises pick up speed, the wet slide of what has to be his fist around his cock grows louder still. 

“Wanna stick my face in your fat piggy cunt, lick those pretty piggy lips and suck on your juicy piggy clit.”

Instead of disgust, arousal pools hot and heavy in your core, panties sticking to your wet pussy. He groans brokenly, words bitten off as you listen to him cum on the other side of the call. Your hand begins to cramp from the grip you have on the receiver, making you swap over to the other ear.

Breathing heavily for a few moments, he sighs out a hum. 

“Merry Christmas, cunt.”

Those are his last words as the dial tone blares to life. You sit the phone down and shakily walk back into the living room. Pussy empty and aching, you sink down on the couch cushions. 

“Who was that, dearie?” 

Miss Margaret stands on the other side of the room in the doorway leading to the kitchen. 

“Uh, no one,” you repeat the pervert's answer. “Just a wrong number.” 

“Oh, okay.”

She heads back into the kitchen, leaving you alone with your messy thighs and turbulent thoughts.

[prince-sytry]

"Mmh? Please be bold~" He just just hummed, tilting his head a little, contemplating if he should order another serving of those delicious mice.

"Aah.. You might have a point, I am a problem to those afraid of honesty. I'm not forcing anyone to talk to me, but if they do, they know what to expect." He shrugged it off. He enjoyed his life, and if anyone had a problem with the truth, instead of getting pissed at him, they should rather do some self-reflection as to why it ticked them off.

Unimpressed, he wasn't surprised about the next answer.. well.. maybe a little bit. Maybe he hadn't expected Andrealphus to have fun at all, but at least shopping seemed to be on the list. The next reaction, however, made him narrow his eyes, a little frown appearing on the demon's face.

"You really never heard of that, huh? So.. I assume you also never tried it, but yet you're quick to judgeI know it must sound like the weirdest shit for someone as composed as you, but just give it a little thought~

All alone with no one in sight.. imagining everything that has pissed you off lately, and I won't be mad if you'd include me, drawing all those negative emotions in the back of your throat and then... just screaming them out, letting yourself go, no restrictions, letting your power manifest however it wants.. turning that whole mountain into a fucking pile of ice and snow and then feeling that amazing rush of relief..." he tried to paint the situation and knew that he'd give a lot to see that scene. "Or maybe get a good massage with or without the happy ending?"

Andrealphus detested that easy grin that seemed stretched permanently across the Prince’s lips. It was arrogant and so infuriatingly smug — like the cat who’d got the cream. He hoped that Sitri had enjoyed his little taste at control because, while utterly flustered by the sheer bold directness of the Prince’s words, he wouldn’t be so easily surprised a second time.

There was an impassive look decorating Andrealphus’ features as he moved to rest his chin on the palm of one of his gloved hands. Despite the look of poised detachment that rested on his face, there was an almost analytical look lingering in his bright, blue, eyes — he was assessing Sitri, attempting to unravel the puzzle of a man that’d so successfully managed to crack a facade that he’d spent endless years perfecting. “If I may be so bold, Sitri, if you find yourself being told to shut up so frequently…” he traced patterns idly in the thin layer of frost that’d rested atop the table, while maintaining eye contact with the cat, “…perhaps you may be the problem.” The answer was simple: just learn when to shut the fuck up.

The peacock struggled not to scowl at the list of suggestions that were offered to him. The beaches of Envy? He detested the heat and would sooner die than get sand in his feathers. Parties in Gluttony? They were boisterous affairs with too much cheap alcohol and far too many lower class riff-raff. Dinner at Ozzies? They had a strict ‘couples only’ policy. “I enjoy shopping,” he conceded after a moment, shrugging his slender shoulders loosely and brushing a speck of dust from the fur of his robe. A scowl then fixed itself firmly onto his features, his attention squarely on the bastard sat across from him. “Excuse me?” he arched one of his eyebrows in challenge, hating how the ‘beautiful silhouette’ comment made him feel a little flustered — better to repress that and focus on being offended. “Screaming into the void? That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard all day.”

[asteral-feileacan]

Update on the Arcane situation, in bullet points, according to me at 1:30 am, and mostly not in chronological order:

man took a chainsaw to the back but eh you know him he'll be fine

my blorbo is now jesus apparently, this definitely won't end badly right guys?? right??

OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMATES

so like 4 of our main characters have just been like temporarily deleted from the universe, that's a little concerning

manic blorbo takes on child assistant who follows her around, accidentally adopts said child

where is jesus i miss him

oh we still have 6 more episodes to go

cait no

jayce, ily, but i think now might be a teeny tiny bit late to think "hey maybe we shouldve listened to the ferret on this one"

also i have a lot of feels about sevika and jinx and their shared loss

ALSO VI WIPING AWAY HER NAME IN THE OPENING CREDITS?? HELLO WHO WAS PERMITTED TO DROP SUCH A BOMB ON ME STRAIGHT AWAY

cait no x2

whiplash but like viktor and jayce are giving me emotional damage and i want more of it thank you

still giggling over they were roomates

ugh the jarring, faded, charcoal-esque animation/stop motion with cait, fully 3D and rendered in the center during the funeral jsgsbsjajah

last i can think of but not least, CAIT N O.

@sinvulkt @hellphrog i am not okay please help me get through the next 6 episodes

[s1x-foot-deep]

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[cicadascribbles]

Immortal characters like vampires and gods and whatever are always depicted as being apathetic to downright delusional as a byproduct of their immortality.

Being godlike and powerful makes them jaded and unempathetic (Greek gods in media) and the restless search for connection and validation makes them delightfully delusional and manipulative (many of the vampires in Interview)

But then you move into the robotic vein of immortality and you find a completely different kind of emotional composition entirely.

I was chatting with @rxmain-lettuce and essentially listing off every popular robot in media these days from Wheatley and Glados to AM and Auto.

When you have a character achieve immortality it so often comes with the consequence of depression and loneliness. The immortal’s loved ones pass on and they watch decades pass them by. It results in a character inherently out of touch with reality.

Even well meaning immortals in media like Heimerdinger (Arcane) are slightly deluded in an outdated or lofty way of thinking.

And then you have immortal robots who are anything but apathetic and jaded.

Robots like Glados and AM who completely sidestep apathy by being so hatefully vengeful

It’s almost what keeps them alive.

But then you get into robots like Auto or Five Pebbles who aren’t directly hateful but are antagonistic simply because their intended purpose no longer aligns with that of the human protagonists.

It’s also important for me to mention that I’m largely talking about antagonistic robots. There are plenty of friendly robots in media, however I feel that the characterization of an evil robot is something set into our very history with technology.

I mean the whole idea of “robots are going to kill all of humanity” could’ve started as early as 1900 when the poster, “An Unrestrained Demon” was prevalent.

We’ve always feared technological advances and personally I think we should go back to thinking about how robots are gonna take over the world. The his who thought of that and made movies out of those ideas were genius.

We don’t got jaded, sad, hateful little robots like we used to

[feliciadraws]

*WANDERSONG SPOILERS*

Okay excuse me while I scream for a bit Man oh MAN there is so much to unpack here;

I'm currently in the Crater in Mohabumi (I think it's called) in the kingdom of Chaandesh, and this is one of the most simultaneously interesting and heartbreaking moments of the game I think, not least after seeing and hearing about the war between Chaandesh and Rulle from both sides and how this war is affecting the people of Chaandesh, who it seems have actually been needlessly vilified by Rulle to the point where Hala ended up running away and getting herself KILLED because she wanted the war to stop and no-one would listen to her- Okay so- Miriam and the Bard talking and dancing in the Crater about themselves and how Miriam's been on a semi-existential, soul-searching journey of her own while the Bard's been on his own quest, and how she admitted that she actually admires the Bard's positivity in spite of not being the hero and his happiness and sureness with himself, but the Bard admitted to her that he himself actually tries hard to be positive despite feeling immense sadness in himself over not being the hero (as evidenced with his depressive spell in the aftermath of his discovery of the truth and mission to shut down the toy factory in Chismest Town) and that how the so-called hero herself is still running around killing Overseers and how nothing he does or will do will matter in the long run, but nevertheless he still pushes on and keeps trying... And how Miriam admitted to him that she admires that about him, against the weight of the uncertainty she feels within herself...

This is...I'm losing my freaking mind over here and my heart hurts and I've got the game running in the background as I'm typing this and I'm in both my thoughts and my feels as the Crater theme plays in my headphones...

The Crater theme is an actual banger by the way, great to have a mini existential mulling to.

[fangirlanxiety74]

Alright this has been in my head for awhile now so I'm gonna finally discuss it here: IHNM gang but what Undertale soul they represent. Yes I am aware there's only 5 of them (not including AM) and 7 hearts, but yk, I think some of them represent more than one soul

And starting off with that

Ellen: KINDNESS and PATIENCE. As far as the series describes her, Ellen is very much a kind and patient person. These are core parts of her that AM either couldn't take away, or chose not to. But she's constantly described as the group's morale, she's the one always trying to comfort them and keep them going, she's characterized as very patient, she's the one actively going out of her way to help Benny. I just think this makes the most sense.

Gorrister: JUSTICE. Ted kind of outright says it, but this was the core part of Gorrister that AM took from him. Gorrister is literally described by Ted in the short story that he was a peace marcher, an activist, someone who stood for their morals and did what's right. I feel like it's a no-brainer that he would be the one to have Justice as his soul.

Nimdok: PERSEVERANCE. Nimdok is the one who kind of kicked off the story from when we're introduced into what's going on. He's the one who got the plot to start moving, telling the group that there was canned food in the ice caves, who insisted they go and find it (with the help of Ellen), he's the one who was willing to try and fight the giant bird and asked AM for weapons to do so, even if it didn't go the way they wanted to and he had to give up and keep the group moving. And also, given his age compared to the others, I think you have to have perseverance to continue to keep going and try to live/keep others alive in such a depressing situation. Maybe this one is a bit of a stretch, I feel like it is, but that's how I interpret it.

Ted: DETERMINATION and BRAVERY. I feel like it's kind of easy to give Ted determination as the protagonist of the series, but also given how I understand determination to work in terms of Undertale, I think it fits? I mean, to pull a drastic move as killing the other survivors, the only people he has ever interacted with for a 109 years, just so they can have peace and through that, challenge AM and the horrors he's put them all through? I feel like you have to be pretty determined that it's even going to work to pull that off. Especially since with how he's characterized, he believed they were all out to get them. He thought they hated him, that they were jealous, etc. and he still went and put them before himself and submitted himself to an eternity of Hell. I can also consider this a very incredibly brave thing to do, so that's why Bravery is included.

Benny: INTEGRITY. Benny is the hardest one to pin down in terms of the souls. My immediate thought is Bravery as well, since you can interpret the act of him finding what he thought was a way out and immediately gunning for it, (possibly) knowing of the dangers and consequences that would come with trying? But also, I can argue that Integrity was the trait that AM took from him. As far as I understand how he's characterized in the short story, he was a scientist, a theorist, a college professor, etc. And with that kind of profession, I imagine he lived a really good, honest, moral life, and AM stripped that from him to turn him into just a person who works on pure instinct. But this could also be just me reading too many fanfics that involve Benny and characterizing him this way.

Uhhh anyways this was just me talking about their characters because I really like them all, others less so, but I also really like Undertale and I just wanted to do a silly character study so!! Yeah if you got this far thank you to listening to me ramble lol

[byanyan]

ㅤbeen thinking today about how byan's anger can be really scary to witness... it's very... raw. anger is the emotion they feel the most intensely, and the one they filter the least. it's raw, it's heated, and it's very instinct-driven — they have very little control over it, and they're certainly not thinking before they do or say anything. impulses are followed, whether it's to lash out and cause harm to whatever has hurt them, or to throw or break whatever is within arm's reach just to release even a little bit of the energy that's overwhelming them. they don't know what else to do with it. literally no thoughts, all that their mind can focus on is the emotion; they just want to get it out and stop feeling this way (and/or ensure the person who's pissed them off gets what they deserve) and they'll do whatever it takes to ensure that. i think that lack of control really shows too, like it's palpable in the air and adds an extra layer of discomfort and uncertainty if you're in the same room as them. concern for one's own safety is valid in such a scenario too tbh, because they have hurt people in the past who they never would have caused harm to normally (both directly and indirectly; sometimes by their own hand, other times as an unintended consequence of them throwing/breaking something). it's not something they're proud of, but they also just... don't know what to do about it. ...they're honestly afraid of their own anger, at times. afraid of what they're capable of and what they might one day do.

[azurecoffin]

hi who wants to hear my crackship of nature girl x dryad

plz I think the way out of nature girl's emo phase is sapphics hear me out plz

[nancywheeeler]

anyone for going to the woods and screaming at the top of our lungs?

[rosicheeks]

okokokok i need a minute. like. first of all i’ve seen wicked a lot a lot bc my family loves it and i love it and it’s all our favorite so like you singing from it is insane but then your VOICE… angelic. wonderful. beautiful. perfect in every way. 99999/10, would love to have you give me a makeover 💖💖💖 also you’re so fucking pretty in that vid???????? like oh my goshhhhhh you are unreal i cannot believe it

-🌸 (i am just in awe)

🥰

[tellie-vision-art]

I desperately want to RP Axel/Priya with someone but I think I need to post my fic (yes it’s happening thank you for liking my art 🫡) first before asking for it 😭 I need people to understand MY VISION

I could talk about them for hours probably but I need to restrain myself and leave it for the fic but also THEIR DYNAMIC IN MY BRAIN IS IMMACULATE

[floral-hex]

So this is my thing now, I’m afraid to go to sleep. This is kinda bullshit, brain.

[kalashtars]

venting in the tags yippeee

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC "Pick Me Up"

The stream goes live on the first day of the school year. It's the usual song and dance - mad laughing, threats, poor jokes, terror, and about thirty kids huddled together in a classroom behind Joker's back. Tim recognizes it as one of the Gotham Academy classrooms. Dick can't imagine the horror those kids' parents must be feeling right now. Jason jokes about middle school traumatic experiences. Damian is feeling very justified for skipping classes today.

Bruce, all suited up in his Batman garb, is making his way to the Academy as fast as he possibly can. Those are kids.

Gotham is once again anxiously kept on the edge of their seats, watching as Joker decides to interview the kids on their learning experience so far. Something about leaving a good first impression on the new generation or some other bullshit. Most kids stutter over their words - it's true that Gothamites are way more composed when facing life-threatening events, but those kids are only fourteen or fifteen for the most part. They are not old enough to keep their cool in the face of a murder clown.

That is, until Joker points his camera at one of the girls. Black hair in a high ponytail, blue eyes without a trace of fear, a slightly displeased, even bored expression on her face. She looks straight into the camera, not even waiting for the laughing madman to finish his question, and deadpans:

"I don't think I like school. Pick me up, please."

Joker sputters.

"Not so scared, I see," he sneers, and, in the next moment, a comically large gun painted in purples and greens is pointed to the girl's forehead, "How about now?"

The girl scrunches her nose and makes a so-so gesture.

"It's kinda meh," she admits, "Like, yeah, points for style, but you know, size doesn't matter. It's all in the technique."

Dick snorts over the comms. It's a bad time for laughing, sure, but the phrase caught him off-guard. This is not what you'd expect to hear from a teen, and definitely not something you'd expect anyone to say to the Joker. Jason's comms are muted, but Barbara knows he also laughed a little.

"Technique, you say?" Joker hisses, pressing the gun closer to the girl's head, and she winces, leaning away from it, almost as if she is disgusted by the touch.

"Yeah, I mean, guns are not that scary anyway. What are you gonna do with them, blast my brains all over the floor? Been there, done that," the girl shrugs, "Kinda nasty, but overall, it's just like slime, only sticky." She pauses and looks to the side, seemingly lost in thought, "Huh, maybe we should have added Borax to it. Or was it baking soda?.."

"Listen here, you little brat," Joker's fingers catch the girl's chin, and his voice becomes sickeningly menacing. Bruce is almost there, just two more minutes. Tim is already grappling onto the wall.

But none of them get to finish.

"Put your dirty fingers away from my sister," a low, cold, and even in a way that speaks of barely contained fury, voice comes from out of the screen.

The camera spins, like whoever is holding it turned really fast, and everyone watching the stream sees a fairly normal guy standing by the window - a turtleneck and ripped jeans, same black hair as the girl, same blue eyes... Wait, they are not blue.

And that's not a guy.

The camera falls down to the floor, and there are a lot of panicked screams coming from the broadcast now, but none of them sound like children's voices. It's the screams of adults, of grown-ass men, and later, someone even claimed they heard Joker's scream among them, too. The picture on camera glitches a few times, and the angle is awkward, but everyone still gets to see how shadows in the room morph into eyes, wide open and green, and how the darkness grows sharp teeth, countless grinning mouths that don't belong to any faces.

Screams turn into gargling and then to quiet whispers, filling the ears of all those listening with countless words in languages they don't know.

Red Robin turns off the recording and looks to that same guy from the levestream, sitting across him on the couch. The guy - Daniel, or Danny, as he introduced himself - looks him in the eyes and raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, and?"

"How did you do it?" Tim asks for the third time this evening. Danny blinks.

"Did what?" He asks, completely incomprehending. Tim groans. He's been trying to get his answers, any answers at this point, from the guy for thirty fucking minutes already. So far, he's got nothing. Danny, whoever the fuck he is, proves to be the most annoying human being on Earth.

"Seven people in a coma, including Joker himself, with no physical injuries and none of the children remember a thing! How?!" He demands, and a girl's face peeks from around the corner:

"I remember!"

Tim snaps his head at her, "What do you remember?"

The girl pauses, blinks, and looks to Danny. Then shrugs, "My brother picked me up from school."

Tim drops his head down and breathes out in frustration. He can't force the information out of civilians, he is a vigilante, not a mafia.

"Would it make you feel better if I promise not to do it again?" Danny asks, and his voice is way too innocent for Tim to believe him. He raises his head to look the guy in his shameless, amused eyes.

"I hate you."

"Thanks," Danny grins.