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[inkmaze]

if my deranged saw posting got ppl to watch saw (2004) I can derange post my way into getting ppl to watch ravenous (1999)

[canonically-a-genloser]

oh you're gonna love her voice and some lines fit Crow "lets go somewhere more private....so i can EAT YOU" (lore time) (you let the demons take over bc it can have many meanings) (tee hee)

auauugh okay.

[hazbinsillynight]

Radiostatic week 2024

Day 3 : Date night

Vox asked his nemesis out out of nowhere in the middle of a fight. Confused and surprised, Alastor accepted. Only now they both had to spend a night without killing each other!

The Vee’s tower always appeared cold, calm, and threatening. The atmosphere has always terrified other demons but what they didn’t know was that inside the tower it was a different image that was given off.

It was warmer, and more welcoming, especially for the Vees who lived there and who after a long day of work only wanted to relax a bit. Sadly for them, the tower was never silent long enough for anyone to enjoy the calm and silence.

“Stop laughing dammit!!” Screamed the TV Overlord before throwing a pillow at his coworker and friend Valentino.

“I-I I can’t!!” The moth demon exclaimed, bursting into laughter, incapable of stopping.

“So Mister Vox, how does it feel to have a date with the radio demon? Your rival since always!” Velvet exclaimed, mimicking a micro with her phone, laughing as well.

“I didn’t ask him on purpose!! It came just like that. I didn't even want to ask him out!!” Vox screamed at the same time both stressed and angry. His answer only made Valentino laugh harder. “Val! I’m going to cut your fucking balls and shove them into your mouth!!”

‘Ouuuh Voxy I didn’t know you were in cannibalism kink! I’m sure Alastor’ll love that!” Velvet teased, causing Vox to glitch before his screen started showing multicolored bands and he rebooted.

“I think you broke him Vel.” The moth demon said, a bit more in control of his emotions but still laughing. 

“Come on, come on! We have to find him something to wear for the occasion or he’ll just wear his usual costume!” The social media Overlord exclaimed cheerfully, hurrying into Vox’s part of the tower.

**********

“Alastor come on, it’s just one date. What can possibly happen or go wrong?” The princess of Hell said at the door of the room of her sponsor.

“Everything! As if I was going to go on a date with that stupid TV! As if I was even going to go on a date?!”

“But you promised Vox, I know you did, I was there.”

“I don’t care.” The red demon hissed, clearly refusing to go with every fiber of his body. Just why did he say yes?!

Everything happened so fast, he didn’t even understand it and he lived this moment two hours ago! They were casually fighting against each other like usual, except that Charlie was here since she accompanied him on one of his walks. Vox attacked them and Alastor made himself a pleasure to ripost and attack back. Or at least he was until that crazy dumb and stupid TV asked him out. He was so surprised by that that he nodded and accepted his request. 

Clearly, neither he nor Vox expected this situation but with Charlie hearing everything there wasn’t any step that could be taken back. Just what was the media Overlord thinking?! They hated each other for decades! This didn’t make any sense!

“Alastor, come on! Vox didn’t deserve to be left behind. You already said yes, just imagine how miserable he would feel if you didn’t come.” Charlie tried again behind the door.

“Then he would have what he deserved! What is wrong with him asking such things!!”

“Come on Nifty helped me choose some clothes for you. You know what, how about a deal? You won’t have to take part in the next week's bonding activities if you go on that date!” The princess said, finally getting the attention of the radio demon. “What do you think?” 

“I suppose I could make an effort. But if there is anything in his behavior that’s wrong I quit.”

“Of course Al! I don’t want to force you, just to give him a chance. Oooh, I’m so excited!! this is going to be awesome Alastor you’ll see! 

*********

Vox never felt so stupid in both his life and his afterlife. Here he was dressed in the clothes Velvet and Val had chosen for him, waiting for the radio demon and ready to take him on a date. If he could just get really drunk and forget everything happened it would be perfect. But since when has his life ever been perfect dammit!?

With a look at his phone, he noticed the messages from both his friends who were encouraging him from their home. Right, he could do this! And if Alastor desisted it would be even better, right?

Speaking of the devil, the radio demon came out of the front door of the hotel. He was wearing a white shirt covered by a red velvet jacket without any sleeves. His trousers and bow were black, and Vox could see he left his radio cane in the hotel. 

“This is stupid and I hate you for asking me out.” The radio demon said before Vox could even voice a word. Good thing because he was quite mouth-gaped here. 

“Well, I hate you for saying yes so I guess we’re even Al.” The TV Overlord hissed back before taking a deep breath. “I think you’re looking great.”

There he could do this! He could survive to this date even if it was with Alastor. Or at least that was what he thought before he saw the hateful glare the deer demon was giving him. Just what did he say wrong?! No no no no! He could do this! Alastor was just playing with his nerve to prove Vox was just a horrible date. Ah! He’ll see who’s the horrible date!

“I know you like spicy food so I booked a restaurant where they serve creole cooking. I hope it is to your liking. We can change it if you want.” The media demon said with the perfect smile he performed on the stage.

Alastor looked pissed but pleased at the same time so he didn’t know if it was a victory or not. He didn’t say no so it must have been a win right? 

“I booked the whole restaurant so we should be in a nice ambiance. “ Vox said under the approbating eyes of the radio demon. 

Now Alastor won’t lie if he said he was relieved by this news. Having a public while he was going out with Vox from all people was clearly something he wanted to avoid. 

“Thank you Vox.” He said, causing the other demon to look at him in shock. Alastor rolled his eyes and they both continued their walk to the restaurant. Like Vox certified him it wasn’t far and Alastor liked to walk; they left the limousine Vox brought with him.

The two Overlords finally arrived at the restaurant and just like Vox said it was empty, the only table left was for them and the whole room was illuminated with candles. An orchestra was playing classic jazz music in the back and the ambiance of the place reminded his old home of the radio demon. He looked at everything amazed and gladly surprised to discover a place like this in hell. It felt so nostalgic…

“Do you like the place?” Vox asked a bit nervously, this wasn’t the kind of restaurant he usually goes to but for this, he tried to put himself in the place of his rival. He knew the other missed his country and home more than him.

“It’s perfect…” Alastor said, still surprised. The look in his eyes expressed everything for him. “Thank you Vox, you don’t know how much this place represents for me right now.”

Vox blushed heavily when he saw Alastor’s smile. It wasn’t the same he was used to seeing every fucking day, this one was special, kinder and it was for him. Something in his heart got warmer at this thought. 

“I’m glad you like it, Al.”

The waiter guided them to their table and Vox came to pull Alastor’s chair for him. The radio demon paused suddenly a bit more nervously, which was unusual for! He was the Radio demon, the strongest Overlord that ever walked Hell, and Vox’s rival. He wasn’t some stupid enamored guy who would blush at every action of his date! No matter how gentlemanly he could be. 

With a look at the menu surprised when he saw they served demon meat. This place was a cannibal restaurant. The radio demon looked at his rival, a bit moved by the intention. The other Overlord chose the place really well. 

Vox looked a bit nervous, more than him if he could say. Alastor held a laugh, he always found it funny that the face of the media the entire Hell was a mess when it came to dealing with him. 

“It’s perfect stupid TV so just relax. You’re so nervous I bet the entire restaurant noticed it.” He said, chuckling at his nemesis. 

“I’m not nervous!” The TV demon exclaimed blushing before adding with a calmer tone. “I just want everything to be perfect.” 

Alastor raised a helbrow suddenly interested. If Vox put so much attention on this date why did he say that he was mad he accepted his proposition? This was getting interesting. Perhaps he could play a little with his stupid TV tonight.

“It’s alright Vox.” He said with a sweet smile, gently taking the hand of the other demon. 

The reaction of the media demon didn’t take long. The TV Overlord glitched a lot and for a few seconds, there were colored bands on his screen. When he finally came back to his senses he was bushing so hard it looked like his screen had a new color. Ah, it was so funny to tease him.

Neither of them took their hands off and the conversation continued. They talked about everything and nothing, the last tantrum of Valentino, the last crazy idea of the princess, the complaints of Husker, or the new obsession of Nifty. They even talked about radio and modern technology without tearing each other apart! It was a really good evening so it was without regret that when Vox brought him back to the hotel Alastor proposed to him another date. 

“Y-yeah it would be great Al!” 

Vox was overjoyed about the news. Alastor wanted to spend more time with him! Him! That meant the date he spent so much time on had been a success. Suddenly the radio demon took his hand in his and gently kissed it, causing him to glitch a little.

“I’ll admit I wasn’t really impatient when it came to this dinner with you but in the end, I had a lovely night. Thank you Vox. I’ll see you around next time.” He said before going back into the hotel, leaving a blushing, enamored, and happy TV Overlord outside.

“I look forward to it.” He said before zapping back to his tower.

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

Hi this is my kinky hornyposting sideblog 😇 (main is @existentialsquid)

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Anyway, about me:

Call me Di and use my pronouns (she/they/it) and you will be spared. You may also call me any feminine term of endearment if we’re mutuals 💖 (i love pet names so i will probably end up calling you “darling” and/or "babe" if i take a liking to you 😇)

I am a vers switch but my "default" is dom top, although that can change very quickly in the right situation :3

Other than kink, I enjoy TTRPGs, Fromsoftware games (Dark Souls, Bloodborne, Elden Ring, etc.), animated media and nerd shit like that. Also, if you have miniatures or models you built/painted, I want to see them!

I’m polyam and in an open relationship with my boyfriend @bearded-protagonist-enthusiast, but I’m not really looking for a new romantic relationship right now. I’m totally up for friendship and sexting with mutuals though! 🥰

i am here to make friends, explore kink, flirt with mutuals, and post about:

T4T

and

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and

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and

monsterfucking (of nearly all kinds)

and

transformation/corruption (usually overlapping with monsterfucking stuff)

and

gore (blood, eroticised cannibalism, etc.)

(Note: there will be no real snuff, only occasional art and smut, as well as me just talking about gory fantasies)

and

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Also, obligatory: I have a bit of an oral fixation so there will be talk of biting - if I ever mention “breaking the skin” with a bite, please know that it is purely in a fantasy sense! Drawing blood with your teeth is very dangerous IRL due to risk of infection. Buuuut it’s pretty sexy in fantasy though, so I will talk about it in that sense. Stay safe out there!

I also like unambiguously consensual stuff with human characters who stay the same, but the above are my kinks so they’ll show up frequently on this blog :)

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Being preyed on (I can get subby as hell but I draw the line at being treated like a prey animal 🙅‍♀️ I’m not a little rabbit or a deer or a puppy that gets hunted, the idea of me being that is not sexy to me)

Piss

Scat

Raceplay

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Being degraded (generally I prefer being the one degrading, but in select situations I can be into being degraded)

Choking (I might find it sexy in fantasy on occasion, but I would never ever do it IRL because of the inherent health risks. For that reason, it can be a turn-off sometimes.)

Incest/fauxcest (I don’t always love all versions of this kink, but I’m open to discussing specific fantasies if I have a chance to say “actually, no thanks” before we start anything. You can call me mommy as a title if you’re one of my beloved mutuals 😇)

Detransition (I would never want this for myself but if someone wants to RP as their AGAB then I can be into that~)

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[cardentist]

evillious posting again, but I get a bit miffed when people Genuinely get mad at gallerian for cheating on his wife, insist that it's unforgivable and put it on the shelf with hetti media.

1: because it's just silly when people love characters who do cannibalism and blow up the literal entire earth in this series. the man caused fantasy world war 1, I think he's got bigger problems going on

2: ma's role in the whole thing and how what she did was narsty as hell

3: that the cheating was Like That.

Allow Me To Paint A Picture:

you're a teenage boy and a guy you think is your friend gets mad at you when you talk to his girlfriend. you both think it's weird but you don't say anything because you really don't have many friends in the first place.

but then your so called friend goes on a tirade about how you're inherently lesser than him and tries to literally hunt you for sport, and you get shot and one of your fingers never moves right again but you survive. and then you find out that your ex friend was a horrific monster who was born and raised by horrific monsters, and what happened to you is just one in a Very long line of lives they've tried to crush. so you use your status to help these people who saved your life put your used to be friend behind bars through lying and cheating and manipulation

and when it's over and done with his girlfriend who was never allowed to Really be your friend (she'd been His girlfriend, and you'd been His friend) confides in you that the way he treated her was awful and hurt her too. and you don't really like her and she doesn't really like you so much as you both know that it'd make him mad if he knew that you were sneaking off together. you learn that he killed himself in jail, and you miss the person who'd been your friend.

and now you're not even 18 years old and you're getting married, because trying to get back at someone who already wasn't there had consequences. but when your daughter is born you love her. you love her with everything that you have, you love her with everything you'd want to give a family.

you and your wife don't really get along. you'd never Really been friends before you were partners, and she doesn't get you in a way that you don't get her. she always had abundance even when she never had control, you've spent your whole life wrestling for control because you've never been given anything.

it's your birthday, and she's not with you. it's your birthday and one of the people who saved your life is here instead. it's your birthday and she wears the face of someone you lost a long time ago. it's your birthday and you've always wanted a family. it's your birthday and you've never had alcohol before but she bought it for you special to celebrate and she tells you to drink as much as you want. it's your birthday and you're wobbling on your feet. it's your birthday and you're laying in her bed. it's your birthday and she looks down her nose at you but she doesn't say no.

she keeps visiting you. she keeps holding you. she tells you what you want to hear. and then she's gone again.

both gallerian and mira were victims of circumstance, and Neither of them were good for each other. they didn't Deserve what happened but they weren't In Love. they married because their careers would be over if they didn't, they married because their child wouldn't have a family if they didn't, they married because they had to.

also gallerian is gay

(going into detail about what, Exactly, makes what ma did creepy as hell under the cut. 1: because it's creepy and 2: because a lot of people know and don't need to be subjected to it again)

warnings for: incest and grooming

so without getting into the Specifics of how ma happened (because that would take too much) here's the break down:

ma is an Amalgam that's hundreds of years old. she was made by smashing together a bunch of souls at random, and she wants to absorb more into her. but there are Also souls that she wishes to expel out of her.

to do this she needs to create empty vessels that meet the conditions that the souls will accept. namely they need to have the right magical potential (the souls that created her were, of course, some of the most magically inclined that's ever existed).

the problem with That being that essentially the salem witch trials are happening and have been for decades. most people with strong magical potential are dead.

enter gallerian's father. he's a judge with magical potential. she has a baby with him, that baby is gallerian. she then fakes her own death to dip out of being his mother by getting caught As a witch and being "executed."

the problem being that while gallerian has the right magical Potential (being a combination of her magical potential and his fathers), he's not the right Gender (the soul she wanted to get rid of is rather picky).

and so gallerian grows up without a mother, poor and with everyone knowing that he's related to a witch (there's Also something to be said about ma being fantasy japanese, with them living in fantasy america in roughly world war 1 and 2 era. though that part isn't elaborated on in text)

And Then All Of The Above Happens.

She Knows that she is gallerian's mother, She Knows that growing up ostracized without a family fucked him up, She Knows that he's vulnerable and why.

she was his mother, she met gallerian again when he was a teenager, he brought him back into her life specifically with the goal of having sex with him to get rid of the soul she was carrying, it was his 20th birthday the first time they had sex, she knew it was his first time drinking, he couldn't stand on his own.

if the soul had latched onto gallerian when he was born then she would have killed him, but it didn't and so she ruined him instead.

this is grooming, what she did was groom him. and it's not that gallerian doesn't have Any agency, but I simply don't think it's reasonable to treat the situation like it's cut and dry when it isn't.

Especially when she'd come back and does so much worse.

[web-novel-polls]

Favorite WN Criminal Submissions [Closed]

Last Checked: August 7th, 2024 - Please check the original post for updates

Submissions CLOSED - Masterpost here

Rules:

One character per response

Submit as many responses as you want

Characters must be from a web novel or media with a web novel source/adaptation; manhua, manhwa, and other similar media without a web novel are at my discretion

"Criminal" can be based on IRL laws or in-world laws

Whether they're innocent/guilty or punished for their crimes doesn't affect eligibility. It's mainly just a "I'll know it when I see it" situation (Ex: If Character A was wrongly punished for a crime Character B committed, both characters would be eligible)

Tournament Tag: #wn criminal tournament

Submissions

Cale Henituse from Lout of the Count’s Family

Submission: An essential part of absolutely every plan he makes is to steal his enemies' stuff lmao 😂  

Dragon half-blood from Lout of the Count’s Family

Submission: So much attempted murder, some successful murder presumably, kinda cannibalism (does it count as cannibalism if you eat other intelligent species?..) but consider: hes BABY (he's like 900yo) and hes a SOPPING WET KITTY CAT

Wiki Link

Fang Yuan from Reverend Insanity 

Submission: He actually isn't my favorite I mostly like bai ning bing from this webnovel but please appreciate all of this man's crimes someone on Reddit compiled 

Links Submitted: Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4; Wiki Link

Gu Mang from Remnants of Filth / Yuwu

Submission: It's complicated... Defected from his kingdom and became an enemy general, killing who knows how many of his former comrades. Stabbed his lover in the heart. Shipped back to original country and punished for high treason. There's the spoilery reason, but he was still branded a criminal and a traitor. Anyway, I love him, one of my favorite characters of all time, and you all need to love him, too. Stop sleeping on Yuwu, people.

Wiki Link

He Xuan from Heaven Official’s Blessing

Submission: Deceiving the emperor, kidnapping, decapitation. 

Wiki Link

Hua Binan from The Husky and His White Cat Shizun / 2ha

[No propaganda submitted]

Wiki Link

Ilvalino from I’ve Been Reincarnated as a Villainess’ Older Brother

Submission: 

Was trained as an assassin since childhood, already did assassinations by the age of 6. In the original story - an otome game - he continues with this career until he's 17, and is known to kill people for minor offenses such as bumping into him or stepping on his foot. Moreover, in his route, he's driven insane by inner conflict and kills all the other capture targets to be alone with the heroine. In the story after titular reincarnation, he's picked up by the reincarnator/MC instead, and ultimately quits assassination altogether - although, again, he already Did Some Murder by that time.

Jiang Yexue from Remnants of Filth / Yuwu

Submission: Incest, kidnapping, mass murder, use of the Zhenlong Chess Formation, curse casting, etc.

Wiki Link

Jing Beiyuan from Qi Ye/Lord Seventh

[No Propaganda Submitted]

Image Link

Jin Guangyao from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Submission: "All my life, I've lied to countless people and I've harmed countless others. It's just like you said. I killed my father, killed my brothers, killed my wife, killed my son, killed my teachers, killed my friends---I've committed every crime there is!"

Wiki Link

Jun Wu from Heaven Official’s Blessing

Submission: This is MAJOR SPOILERS for Heaven Official's Blessing- but as for his crimes, just like. All his actions as Bai Wuxiang were so iconic. Jun Wu was so single mindedly focused, he manipulated so many people and brought so much death, destruction, and despair to ruin Xie Lian's life and to turn him into a Calamity like himself. It's the dedication to the bit for me, he wiped everything from his disastrous past and became emperor of heaven. Jun Wu had all of the heavenly court fooled and under his thumb for centuries and played the part of the caring mentor/father figure to Xie Lian all while gladly placing the cursed shackles on him. 

Wiki Link

Kim Kiryeo from The Hunter of the Other World Who Is Being Misunderstood

Submission: 

Kiryeo is an archmage from an alien civilization who was reincarnated on Earth. During his period of adaptation he is mistaken for being one of the extremely strong S-rank hunters, even though in reality his true magic capabilities are far more meager. After failing to convince the people around him that he's actually very squishy and weak, he decides to lean into the misunderstanding and falsifies the government records stating that he is indeed ranked S. Among the many crimes he's done, some notable ones are: Commited at least 5 murders (mostly in self defence) Attempted to steal a corpse. Succesfully stole a different corpse and accidently exploded it in a research accident. Commited tax avoidance for a whooping 40 bilion Won Agreed to help the police in a raid on illegal narcotics trade because he wanted to steal them from the crime scene, which he did.  Kiryeo also calls himself a war criminal, and admits to causing near extinction of 3 separate inteligent species back on his home planet. 

Ling Wen from Heaven Official’s Blessing (TGCF)

Submission: Created the Brocade Immortal, orchestrated the downfall of her predecessor, aided Jun Wu. Girlboss. 

Li Xian from Female General and Eldest Princess / FGEP

Submission: Ran a secret organization of spies, set up 20 soldiers escorting her back home to be killed by said spies, pretended to have been attacked, gave a vital shipment of food and supplies meant for her kingdom's besieged army to the enemy, framed innocent civilians of treason to improve the reputation of her spouse who caused their deaths, deceived the emperor, faked her spouse's death, faked her own death, etc...

Wiki Link

Mo Ran from The Husky and His White Cat Shizun 

[No Propaganda Submitted]

Crimes: where do I even start. World domination? SA? Murder?

Qi Rong from Heaven Official’s Blessing / TGCF

Submission: I mean... He dragged a literal child through the city on the back of a carriage. And he kills humans and eats them. He's pathetic. He's basically a cartoon villain, it's pitiful and that's why I love him

Wiki Link

Qiyan Agula from Clear and Muddy Loss of Love / JWQS

Source: JWQS Wiki

Submission: So many crimes... She is really the criminal of all time… 

Sha Qing/Luo Yi/Li Biqing from Sha Qing / The Killer of Killers

Submission: Serial killer who kills serial killers with their own MOs. 

Novel Updates Link

Shen Jiu from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Submission:

Murder, arson, child abuse... Look, some of those crimes were justified (stabbing Wu Yanzi) while some of them were absolutely not (giving a kid a flawed cultivation manual so that he'll die of qi-deviation). But Shen Jiu's life has twisted him so that he believes he's irredeemable, and he hates himself already, so he's just going to do what he wants, okay?  "First, he'd been a rat forced to swallow its anger, cringing while awaiting more beatings. Then he'd become a gutter rat, scurrying back and forth as everyone chased and hit it. No matter how he changed, he ws a rat; cowering with its tail tucked between its legs, unable to see the light; letting years slip by in vain, squandering its time and life." 

Image Link

Shen Zechuan from Qiang Jin Jiu

Submissions: Character of all time. He's done a lot of crimes, but I'll just mention that one time he put a guy in a cage, poured boiling water on him, and sliced off his skin piece by piece while he was still alive. 

Wiki Link

Shi Wudu from Heaven Official’s Blessing / TGCF

Submission: stole someone's fate which inevitably led to the death of that person and their family, immoral enrichment with complete disregard for other people's lives (capsizes their ships if they haven't offered him enough)

Wiki Link

Wei Wuxian from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Submission: Okay, okay, I know, but the submission rules state that innocence doesn't affect eligibility. Wei Wuxian is innocent of...most of the charges against him, but he is branded a criminal by the cultivation world (and does fight against them). 

Wiki Link

Wen Kexing from Faraway Wanderers

Submission: He makes murder look so sexy. 

Wu Yanzi from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System (SVSSS)

Submission: Known criminal and murderer, scum shizun to the scum shizun 

Xue Yang from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation 

Submission: 

he's kinda...😳 he gets horny about crime and looks good with blood on his face. what else need i say.

Image Link

Zhou Zishu from Faraway Wanderers and Lord Seventh

Submission: So many crimes... So, so many…

Zhuzhi-lang from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System (SVSSS)

Submission: Cute snek <3 also a demon general, murderer and kidnapper

Dealer’s Choice

Choi Noah from Villain Hides His True Colors

I know pretty much no one’s read this novel, but Choi Noah was a young child who awakened the “Gamer” ability due to trauma. He literally thinks he’s in a game & is absolutely unconcerned with common sense, including the laws. He repeatedly kills “mobs” and “monsters” (usually other humans or humanoids) for “coins.” In his first life, he became the first EX-Rank villain and teams with a devil trying to take over the world, who later betrays him for being “too evil.” The story starts with/right after his death as he “resets” the game to return to age 12 and ends up becoming a hero to “win the game.”

Gwon Ohjin from I’m Not a Regressor

“If he had to ignore his conscience for the price of living, he would do it any day.” - Chapter 13

This novel starts with Lee Shinhyuk, the final Awakener of a vicious battle against “the Heavenly Demon,” choosing to regress to kill the Heavenly Demon before so many people died. To do so, he asks a powerful goddess to bestow him her stigma, and once he regresses… he dies. Right in front of the unawakened, scammer Gwon Ohjin he had met years before. Who also happens to be the Heavenly Demon and the Owner of the Black Heaven, which can devour others’ stigmas.

If you’ve put two-and-two together, you’ll know that Gwon Ohjin’s Black Heaven absorbed the stigma that no one had managed to live through being bestowed, causing said goddess to assume GWON OHJIN is a regressor. He isn’t. He doesn’t know what’s going on. But he IS a scammer, and he sure as hell isn’t going to let the goddess know he stole her stigma off of some dead guy. 

Crimes: thievery, fraud, murder (and probably more lol)

Lee Sookyung from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

No propaganda prepared yet

Van Cromwell from Just Because My Apprentice is the Strongest, Doesn’t Mean I’m Strong Too! 

Mod Propaganda: Committed fraud (pretending to be an S-rank) that’s punishable by death just to stay with his childhood best friend. 

Rejected

Ballister Blackheart from Nimona

Reason: Not from a web novel

Nimona from Nimona

Reason: Not from a web novel

[valentinoappreciator]

a new and utterly deranged fic from yours truly <3

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Valentino x Female Reader

Rating: E for Explicit (account of the graphic violence, not steamy hot sex, for once lmao)

Word count: 4.6k

Where else to read: AO3 (username: TheWeirdDane ; title: Una Hermosa Noche) (not sure about correct-ness of Spanish but ah well) (will also be added to my masterlist)

Warnings / tags: graphic violence. Cannibalism. Blood & Gore. Soft Valentino (yes truly in his own funky way). Emotional manipulation. Love Confessions.

Author's Notes: PLEASE read the tags, my dudes 😭 I tried to make it graphic since I'm a blood & gore porn whore, but... idk.

Anyway, here we go~

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“It’s a beautiful night. Isn’t it, babydoll?”

You nodded. It was all you could do, what with you being gagged and all. 

Valentino put this cigarette holder to his lips, took a deep drag, and let out the smoke in a thick plume of scarlet. You watched, enthralled, as the cigarette in the holder smoldered. You drooled a bit; how utterly pathetic. 

With your heart racing in your chest, you felt almost sick with barely-contained lust when Valentino bent by the hips to get on your eye-level. Your own eyes widened while his narrowed, pulled into tight slits by his wide, menacing grin. 

“Ya know what else is beautiful?”

You felt a blush burn across your cheeks, reaching all the way to the tip of your ears and down your neck. When he raised an eyebrow, you shook your head, eagerly awaiting what you were sure was going to be a compliment in your favor. 

“Me.”

He laughed loudly before flicking the cigarette butt into your face. Not for the first time, you found yourself wishing that he would light a cigarette, only to snuff it out on your skin. Perhaps your tongue. You weren’t picky. 

A muffled whine escaped the holes in the gag. Valentino snickered, tilting his head, as if in sympathy. You both knew there was no sympathy in that man’s heart. Not right now, anyway. 

In that man’s heart - page-long essays could be written on whether he had one at all - there was currently nothing but an obsession that ran deeper than even the deepest pits of Hell. A possessiveness that rendered it impossible for you to hang out with others, let alone be on set with your fellow porn actors. 

Valentino was not a man who shared easily - if at all. Sure, he could share Vox, and he could share Velvette, but they were business partners. They were assets.

You.

No, you were his.

“But of course,” he purred, dragging a hand down over your cheek, passing the soft leather strap with ease, “you aren’t too hard on the eyes, either.”

Your blush intensified. Your eyes automatically turned down, looking at your current predicament; hands tied behind your back, your knees strapped to and pressing into the softest, most velvety pillows that money could buy. Pillows that would set you back several months, financially speaking. 

“In fact,” Valentino continued and straightened, cocking a hip to one side, “word’s been getting around. You’re quite a... catch, according to the peasants of Hell.” He paused briefly to position another cigarette in the holder and light it. Then he went on. “‘Cause, babe, you see, I’m not a peasant, now, am I?”

You shook your head vehemently. Valentino snickered and patted your head. You felt liquid heat sear your veins. 

“Good decision, doll. You’re right. I’m no peasant; I’m an overlord. I say jump, and you say...?”

How high! you screamed in your head. All that came out of your mouth, however, was a dollop of spit. 

Valentino caressed your cheek once more. 

“Being an overlord grants me certain... perks. I can do whatever I want. Whoever I want. Whenever I want. My word is law, basically, sweetcheeks.”

You nodded eagerly, looking up at him with wide, glistening eyes. You couldn’t be fawning more over him if you tried. It was a pathetic display of adoration, but Valentino was eating it right up. And you couldn’t pretend it wasn’t real, either. 

“So,” he said, exhaling wisps of pinkish smoke into the air while grinning down at you, “right now, I’m saying you don’t have to do nothing.”

For the first time, you managed to find a creak in the suffocating lust, and a light frown entered your face. You didn’t have to do nothing? What did he mean by that? You couldn’t do anything; that was kind of the whole point. You were tied up and gagged. 

Uncertainly, you tugged on the padded leather cuffs, making the buckles and chain between them rattle. 

Valentino chuckled at your apparent confusion. Took another puff of his cigarette. 

“Oh, doll. You never were the brightest girl on the payroll, now, were you?”

You blushed again. Granted, you knew your IQ wasn’t, like, fantastically high, but you had done well in your schools in your living life... Besides, your audience loved the ditzy school girl fantasy, and it was a no-brainer why that particular scenario had become your main income. So, what could Valentino possibly mean with this...?

Your frown deepened a tad. Valentino patted your cheek, and you knew you only imagined the warm tenderness that his hand left behind. Or did you...? The look he sent you was... different, in a way you couldn’t quite decipher or describe. It lingered on your lips for a fraction of a second. Then he was all wide grins and thick, heady smoke. 

“I own you, sweetheart,” he purred, bending forward once more. He even took off his shades, which made you nearly choke on the spit you inhaled. Without his glasses, his eyes were so much clearer, so much brighter, but even so, you couldn’t read them, or his face in general. 

“That means every part of you. All of you. Do you agree?”

You nodded eagerly, and foolishly tried to inch closer to him. He merely snickered in that mocking way that made you shudder, before pulling away from you. 

“So, if I were to, say, devour you, you wouldn’t object. Would you?”

Once more, you shook your head without really paying attention to the words. Sure, you heard them, but they didn’t really register.

Not until he continued, anyway. Then they clicked into place. 

“And if I were to eat you, you wouldn’t object. Right?”

Your eyes widened so far they must’ve looked like saucers, and you went completely rigid. He was... he was kidding, right? Making a joke? Cracking a fun one? No way he was... serious, right? 

“Doll,” he sighed, straightening up and subsequently pulling a desperate whine from your stretched lips. “That attitude simply won’t do.”

You shook your head, the crevice of doubt long-since sealed up tight with impenetrable concrete. 

“What were you before you came to me, hmm? Before I so generously gifted you this penthouse apartment where you host parties and do drugs all day and night?” He stretched out all four arms, gesturing to your surroundings. “Before your career really took off, where were you? Were you living in splendor?”

You shook your head. 

“Were you popular? Were you likable? Were you even anything?”

A whimper while you shook your head hard. Valentino glared down at you, his eyes once more obscured by his shades. 

“Did you have anything? Did you have a bed, a couch, a roof over your head? Did you have a golden credit card that could open any door in Hell? Did you have friends? A job? Anything?”

You shook your head once more, breathing fast and tears pricking the corners of your eyes. 

“Did you have a purpose?”

For some reason, that struck your heart like an icicle had been jammed through the rapidly beating organ. Once more, your body went completely rigid, and you simply stared up at him, eyes so wide they threatened to roll out of their sockets. Panting hard, saliva trickled down your chin and dropped onto the expensive pillows. Your fingers felt like they were buzzing slightly. So did your toes. 

“Doll?” he asked sweetly, cupping your cheek. “Did you have a purpose before meeting me?”

You shook your head, slowly at first, then with more conviction. No. Valentino was right; you were nothing before you met him. You had had nothing. Valentino had made you. He had taken you from an innocent - well, mostly innocent - freshly fallen sinner, and turned you into a porn star, known and lusted-after throughout Hell. 

He smiled, and it seemed... too genuine, somehow. You knew Valentino was a master manipulator, but you felt certain that no one could fake that kind of smile. 

“That’s right, baby. You were nothing before me. A useless bag of bones. A sack of meat not even worth looking at. A waste of skin, even. But I so generously took you in. I offered you clothes. I offered you an apartment. I offered you a job. And you took it all.”

The tears slid from the corners of your eyes and down over your cheeks. Valentino noticed - of course he did - and stroked them away with his thumbs. He looked... strangely sincere. Until he grabbed your jaw with a hand. Then his menacing grin was back in place. 

“You took everything I offered,” he repeated, and every word was like another icicle stabbed through your heart. “So, it’s only fitting that I now take everything that ya owe me, right?” 

You swallowed hard. For the second time tonight, another crack of worry appeared. You were foolish enough to let your gaze stray. It went to the emergency exit door for a fraction of a second but it lasted enough for Valentino to see. 

“Right?” he then growled, squeezing your jaw so tight you genuinely feared the bones would snap, and you instantly looked back at him.

Hurriedly, you began nodding. It was true; it was only fitting that you repay the favor. 

Whatever you want, sir, you tried to telepathically communicate to him. Maybe it worked; either way, he seemed appeased, and released your jaw, throwing your head back with a force that nearly sent you sideways into the floor.

He smiled warmly. 

“Good girl,” you blushed fiercely, “so that means you’ll let me do anything. Right?”

The crack of worry grew, if only a fraction. 

You nodded again. 

“And I do mean, anything. Ya can’t wriggle your way outta this one, babygirl.”

You shook your head and swallowed hard. If you had had a tail, and if you had been a dog-like sinner, it would have been wagging cautiously. 

I won’t, you tried to say, but all that came out were a few muffled grunts. 

“Good girl,” he purred, flicking the butt of his cigarette away. It landed on the floor somewhere behind you. “Let’s begin, then.”

He turned away from you, and you couldn’t contain a pathetic whine. That didn’t get him to turn back, though; instead, he went to the kitchen. You could hear him rummage around the cabinets and drawers. 

“Babe, where do ya keep the good knives?” his voice drifted into the living room. You froze, eyes widening even more, if that was even possible. Then he laughed, and you heard a light slap, as if he facepalmed. “Of course. You don’t have good knives. Not the kind of knife I’m gonna need, anyway.”

He came back into the living room and strutted towards a small leather bag he had dropped onto the couch upon his unannounced arrival. Your breathing came hard and fast; knife play was a good old favorite of yours, and his as well, but you failed to see how that would be repaying the favors. 

He made a big show out of turning around so you could see him open it. From the bag, he pulled a gorgeous, black leather sheath, the handle embedded with massive rubies that spelled out his name. 

Your breath hitched in your throat once the blade was finally free of its confines. It was stunning; slightly curved and somehow looking soft, it was big enough that the blade couldn’t fit in the palm of Valentino’s hand. The blade had a vague, rippling pattern, like waves were rolling across it. As with most knives, the tip tapered to a sharp point, but an interesting design choice was that the dull part on this one curved inwards. 

It was so beautiful that your eyes were fixed on it, to the point where you didn’t even realize that Valentino was moving, or that the tip suddenly slid down your cheek. 

You gasped. Not because it hurt - because, weirdly enough, it didn’t - but because of pure surprise. Then you looked up at Valentino, eyes brimming over with abrupt understanding. 

He wasn’t going to just do knife play on you, was he? 

Devour. 

Eat. 

He was, quite literally, going to eat and devour you. 

The realization sent a shockwave through you. You couldn’t help but recoil, although the effect was greatly de-dramatized since you were strapped down. Valentino laughed mockingly, slicing a thin line into your other cheek. 

“Don’t worry, babygirl. This knife’s so sharp, ya won’t even feel a thing. Well. Not the cutting part, anyway. See?”

To demonstrate his point, he slid the tip of the blade along both of your collar bones. You had to admit that, like with most things, he was right. You didn’t really feel the cutting, but you did feel the trickling of blood. 

Now that fear was pumping through your veins, you began trembling, and you tugged on your restraints again. They rattled helplessly. Valentino snickered, patting your cheek and smearing the blood that began dripping down your jaw. 

“Don’t worry. I made sure those cuffs are on tight. Wouldn’t want ya to wriggle out of this, now, would we?”

You didn’t move a muscle, aside from your eyes following Valentino. He squatted down in front of you, bringing him to your eye-level. He lifted the knife for you to see it properly, the tip slightly stained with your blood. 

Then, with cold waves of fear washing over you, he brought that tip closer and closer to your left eye, until you were sure it was touching. But it never did. You leaned back. The knife followed. You went cross-eyed trying to focus on the blade. 

You didn’t realize you had been holding your breath until Valentino burst out laughing. 

“Oh, doll, you’re too easy. Don’t worry, I won't gouge out your eyes. Not my style.”

Not feeling out of the woods just yet, you eyed him warily. He twirled the knife between his long, deft fingers. 

“Where next, hmm? Have a wish, baby?”

You were quiet, save for your quick, shaky breathing. 

Valentino sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, but you knew him well enough to know that he was having a fantastic time. He was feeding off your fear. 

“I always have to do all the work around here. Very well, then.”

Grasping the hilt tightly with one hand, Valentino used his remaining three to steady you. 

“This might hurt a bit, doll. But you’ll be a good doll and take it for me, won’t ya?” 

Tears trickled into the open wounds on your cheeks. You didn’t even wince; simply nodded obediently. 

“Oh, and when I say ‘a bit’, I actually mean ‘a lot’. But you know that, don’t ya?”

You nodded again. It seemed this was the only movement your otherwise paralyzing fear permitted you. 

“Good girl,” he purred, and his voice was thick with... something. It wasn’t quite lust - although there was plenty of that in there as well - but something sweeter, something lighter. Something... warmer? 

You looked up at him, very purposefully not looking at what he did next. However, with each agonizingly long and slow cut, your eyes fixed on a different feature you loved about him to try and distract yourself from the pain that was starting to sneak into your flesh. 

By the time he had finished carving along your ribs, you were trembling. You didn’t feel lightheaded yet; your stamina for knife play always amazed your audience, and although there was no audience right now - that you know of, anyway - you didn’t want to appear weak in front of Valentino. 

“You’re taking it so well,” he praised, sending liquid fire through your veins that heated up your face. 

Barely had he finished talking before he jammed the knife into you, right below your sternum. His grin widened impossibly much when a muffled scream ripped itself from your throat. Your eyes went wide, and you automatically tried to pull away, but every twitch and every move sent paralyzing jolts of pain through you. 

Panting, and feeling sick to your stomach from the agony as Valentino dragged the knife down, slicing through your flesh as easy as a knife through warm butter, you felt beads of sweat trickle down your forehead and down over your face. 

The pain was immediate, and it was sharp and stinging. It made you sob, the sounds muffled by the gag, and as a result, you trembled all over. 

“Hold still for me, sweetheart,” Valentino rasped, appearing spellbound by how easily your stomach opened for him. “Yeah, that’s it, good girl. You’re trembling so much already! And oh, doll, we haven’t even begun.”

Your eyes rolled back, showing white, and you tried to steady your breathing. With not much success, if any. Gurgled, choked-off sobs left your wide open but occupied mouth. Vaguely, through your paralyzed state, you heard Valentino moan, and you vaguely registered the clattering of a heavy knife falling onto the floor. 

Next thing you knew, the most surreal feeling overcame you - it was the same feeling you had when missing a step while descending a staircase. All air was knocked out of you when Valentino stuck all four hands into your abdominal cavity with a moan so loud it threatened to tear down the walls of your apartment, and so hungry one could be led to believe he hadn’t eaten for weeks.

Your eyes closed. It wasn’t even intentional; it just happened. As if to block out the sight of Valentino pulling and tugging on your innards. Blood poured from the gaping gash, as did your intestines. Valentino was there to catch them, though, and another moan left him, this one quiet and shaky. 

Eyelids fluttering, you felt weirdly empty. You didn’t want to know what that could possibly mean, or how you could still be awake, not to mention alive. You refused to look at what he was doing. However, the sounds were enough. They were more than enough, in fact. 

There was, of course, the slick sound of guts being rearranged - and not even in the kinky way - and the sound of... your heart thundering in your ears. 

You focused on that. Decided that each aggressive heartbeat was proof that you wouldn’t give up so easily. You wanted to, but you weren’t going to.

The pain was paralyzing, and you couldn’t do anything but sit there and listen to Valentino doing... whatever it was he was doing to the insides of your stomach. 

“Aren’t you even a little bit curious, doll?” he rasped, his voice thick with need. “You taste positively divine!”

That got you to open your eyes. Your eyelids felt like curtains of lead, but you managed to pull them back and tilt your head forward. In doing so, however, you realized your mistake; by tilting your head forward, you had used the last of your strength. If you wanted to not look at Valentino cannibalizing you, you would have to close your eyes.

And somehow, having seen Valentino right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to do that.

He was practically beaming. Blood and viscera smeared over his face, his hands, his arms, his clothes. The white fluff collar around his neck was stained to such a degree that you couldn’t tell the red hearts and your blood apart. His glasses were splattered with the red liquid. His nails had bits of intestines under them, and a piece of... liver? Was stuck between his sharp, now bloodied teeth. 

But despite being so messy, despite being covered in blood and gore and viscera, you had never seen him this elated. His breathing was hard and fast. His hands trembled slightly as they dug back into your cavity to pull out more of your innards. 

Then, fingers threaded through your hair on the back of your head, before they gripped tightly. You let out the most frail of whimpers. A whimper that morphed into a cry when his nimble fingers opened the gag’s buckle, and it fell onto the floor, bouncing a few times before rolling under the couch. 

The chances of you finding it again were slim. 

“You’re ravishing,” he croaked, and abruptly surged up to catch your lips in a searing kiss, the force of which pushed your head slightly back. It was rough, and demanding, and possessive, and so very good. Even now, on what was surely the brink of collapse, you could recognize the arousal and lust that simply oozed from Valentino and seemed to infect yourself. 

Thus, a weak, pathetic moan left you. 

“You’re such a doll,” he continued against your lips, his voice throaty and thick with what you imagined was blood and viscera, but what you wanted to be adoration. 

You kissed him back as hard as you could, eager to pour your own admiration into the kiss. As the kiss went on, he pushed your blood into your mouth, his tongue and saliva mingling with yours. 

It was foul, it was disgusting, and it was completely exhilarating. 

Despite being on the verge of - temporary, at least - death, you had never felt more alive. Your heart was fighting tooth and nail to keep you that way, the sound of rushing blood so loud in your ears that you almost missed Valentino’s next words.

“And you’re. All. Mine.”

The grip on your hair tightened hard, and you moaned into the kiss. Your eyes drifted closed again. Next thing you knew, his fingers quickly undid the cuffs on your wrists, before going to the straps around your legs. You couldn’t help it; everything that had happened tonight, and continued to happen, meant you slipped sideways and fell onto the luxurious pillows. There were so many of them that it was like a second layer of carpet, strewn over the already lush carpet on the floor. 

The kiss was broken. 

Immediately, Valentino all but shoved his face into your stomach, feasting on your organs. All four hands pulled them into his mouth, and he moaned so loudly, so passionately, so without shame, that you finally knew, with absolute certainty, that this wasn’t just a kink thing. Well, sure, that might be a part of it, but the most important thing was that Valentino had never been this honest with himself around you. 

Even without saying anything with his words, his actions almost screamed that he was deeply, utterly obsessed with you, in a way that could never be good or healthy. But, well, you were both in actual, literal Hell. 

He panted. The sound of loud, wet chewing filled your ears. 

Your own breathing was sharp and superficial. Once more, you wondered briefly how you were even alive right now. It shouldn’t be possible. Sure, you could only die to an angelic weapon - Valentino had divulged this during a particularly rough porn shoot, assuring you that this little session wouldn’t kill you but a holy bullet just might - but surely, this had to be up there, right?

... right? 

Not that you wanted to die.

The realization hit you like a freight train. 

I don’t want to die. Not now. Not when Valentino finally loves me.

Because surely, this was as close to ‘love’ as Valentino was capable. It wasn’t much, but you’d take it.

You stared up at the ceiling that seemed to disappear in the darkness of your blurred vision. You felt a wide, dopey grin spread on your face. You would’ve laughed if it wasn’t because blood was pouring out between your lips. The only other thing that escaped was a wet, gurgling sound that could have made it out for a deranged bark of laughter. A big, thick, glistening bubble of blood sat by the corner of your lips. 

You poked it with your tongue. 

It broke. 

You made another wet sound in the back of your throat, and Valentino lifted his head. 

Despite your face-reading abilities being quite limited at the moment, you could see that he was as if hypnotized. His jaws were slack, and his eyes big and round and almost empty. He looked almost high.

“What is it, babe?” he grunted, stroking your still rapidly-beating heart with a few claws. Your entire body shuddered. Your brain screamed danger, danger, danger! As it always did when Valentino was around. You had never listened to it, and you weren’t about to start now.

You shook your head, delirious, the big smile still on your lips. Your fingers buzzed pleasantly. Maybe you were the one who was high? Was this all a hallucination? Had you taken any drugs today? Not that you could recall...

Your tongue didn’t work. It barely moved, and felt heavy and swollen and limp in your mouth. Having been rendered speechless, you instead - somehow - managed to lift a hand. Weakly, and without any coordination whatsoever, you slapped it onto Valentino’s head. Still smiling, you felt around his head with your fingers until you reached the back of it. You heard the breath hitch in his throat when you caressed his skin. 

“You’re mine,” he repeated in a low snarl, leaning up to kiss you harshly again. “All mine. No one else can have you. Got that, baby?” 

You nodded, whining into the kiss. It had the rich, sharp taste of blood and guts. Once more, Valentino shoved his tongue in your mouth, but this time, it wound down your throat as well, nearly choking you. Your body jerked and twitched weakly. 

Once the tongue left your throat and mouth, your brain felt even more empty, if that was even possible. His hand rummaged around in your open stomach, pulling out the remains of your organs one by one, until they were in his lap. It was done slowly. Tenderly. Kindly. 

Eventually, the only organs left inside your body were your heart and your lungs. 

“You’re mine.”

But where the other announcements of possessiveness had been gruff and throaty and demanding, this one was soft. It was full of warmth, and so subdued it was more akin to that of a lover’s gentle caress. 

You looked down at him, blearily. Suddenly, all the ferocity was taken out of him. All that was left was a man who shook so hard it was like he was having a long and on-going seizure. He sagged against your torn up and deeply mangled body. 

“Mine.”

Now, it was said weakly. There was exactly none of the obsessive possessiveness that had driven him to eat you in the first place. It was like being smacked in the face with a wet, rolled-up newspaper. 

You blinked slowly. In your current state, you couldn’t quite make out what he was trying to say, until he whispered,

“Please.”

Then, as if that one little word made all the difference, you understood. 

Valentino never said please unless he was teasing. Which had to mean... 

Valentino was capable of love. 

It was just... a kind of love you had never, ever known. And now, he had cast it all on you. 

“I’ll fix you. If I have to sew you together myself, stitch by painful stitch, I’ll do it.”

You felt weirdly warm throughout, especially considering that most of your blood was not inside your body anymore.

“Just... be mine.”

You let out a small, bloody blob when you opened your mouth to try and answer. Your hand on the back of his head slid to his neck. He shuddered hard. 

“Please.”

Weakly, you squeezed his neck for a second. 

How could you possibly refuse him? Sure, in your current state, you might not be thinking straight, but you were clear-headed enough to know that you didn’t mind Valentino loving you, or you loving him back.

“Let me love you. Let me love you like only I can.”

His voice was painfully sweet and desperate. 

The decision practically made itself.

You nodded.

[roses-bah-garden]

Hi!! Could we have a level 5 template for our new headmate?

He's a masc leaning ghost inspired by analog horror like Vita Carnis and The Mandela Catalog. He really loves spiders, true crime, gore, and collecting old keys. Also, his dream job is to be a cinematographer, so if you could incorporate that in some way, that'd be pretty rad!

hi! your new headmate sounds rad :) hope this helps!

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

analog horror, ghost, masc lean ... [LVL 5 PACK]

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name(s) ;; locke, forrest, thatcher, max, static, wolf

pronouns ;; it/its, they/them, he/him, film/films, rot/rots, dead/deads, cam/cams

age ;; agenull

species ;; ghost

gender(s) ;; demiboy

orientation(s) ;; aromantic, pansexual, autosexual

role(s) ;; janusian, rotmate

source ;; brainmade (inspired by analog horror)

sign-off(s) ;; 🎞🕸, 🎬🩸

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appearance ;; 5'10" and sickly thin. extremely pale, & covered with scars and freckles. shoulder length black hair. pale blue eyes. slightly translucent. dresses in grungy style. see below for picrew.

personality ;; he's extremely creative, and loves working on a variety of creative projects. they can be a bit unsettling, and that's exactly their intention. its tough, and can be a bit snappy and angry at times, although rot tries not to let out negative emotions onto their fellow headmates.

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likes ;; true crime, gore, spiders, collecting old keys, cinematography + filmmaking, horror movies, making + posting edits

dislikes ;; being perceived as helpless/non-threatening, "fluffy"/comforting media

possible front triggers ;; feeling threatened, editing, finding new keys

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cisid(s) ;; ciswhite, cisADHD, cisharmless, cistraumatized, cisharmed

transid(s) ;; racenull, transcotards, transhoarder, transharmful, transserialkiller, transeverity (trauma -> worse), transstalker

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; spectrophilia, objectophilia (cameras), autonecrophilia

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moodboard ;; found here

playlist ;; "i am an animal cannibal" - mysteron / "it will come back" - hozier / "i dont trust u anymore" - left at london / "it's only sex" - car seat headrest / "runs in the family" - amanda palmer

kinlist ;; cesar torres (the mandela catalog) / julia montauk (the magnus archives) / the hunt conceptkin (the magnus archives) / grey wolf therian

bonus info ;; typing quirk (all lowercase,,, punctuation marks always come in sets of 3...), protects the sys by acting creepy/scary towards people who are scaring/threatening the sys (eg catcallers)

[adarkrainbow]

Searching for lost media: the Scary Tales documentary (1)

I was not expecting to throw a hunt for lost media over this humble side-blog dedicated to fairytales, but here we go... As I was searching for information on the fairytale Bluebeard I saw an interesting mention in its Wikipedia article:

Bluebeard is featured in Scary Tales, produced by the Discovery Channel, Sony and IMAX, episode one, in 2011. (This series is not related to the Disney collection of the same name.)

Of course, this led me to search for the famous “Scary Tales” series... Only to find it was nowhere to be seen. It was ignored by most website (overshadowed by famous shows with similar tales, like American Horror Stories, or by other documentaries such as “Scary Stories” - about the book “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark”). Only a few streaming websites had an article about the show - and even then, all they could say was “It isn’t disponible anymore”, “This series is unavaible”, “This page doesn’t exist anymore”.

Hopefully a few websites still survive with a few descriptions, reviews and pictures proving that this documentary series did indeed exist. 

The first one I stumbled upon was a page from press.discovery.com, with this lovely picture:

The page was visibly created before the series aired, since it talks of its premiers. It is under the category “3net programs”, and here is what it says:

Scary Tales

Premieres Sunday, October 30 at 9PM ET

Unlike anything you've seen in 2D or 3D, Scary Tales is scripted series so weird and fantastic, it needs an extra dimension just to contain itself.  There are marauding giants, ghost-plagued forests and human wolves... a place where cannibals feast, kidnappers terrorize and fiends lurk behind every tree. Inanimate objects come to life, and the innocent are punished. It's a world that really exists if only in our own subconscious.  The hour long, four episode series is produced by Workaholic Productions, Inc.  3nets Director of Development and Production Don Bland serves as executive producer on behalf of the network.

Here is the source: https://press.discovery.com/us/3n/programs/scary-tales/

Now that I had a website that told me roughly what the show was about I dug a bit more around. Scary Tales has an IMDb page right here: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2111891/ . It lists the show as being from 2011, produced by both 3net and Workaholic Productions, and as having four episodes. Its synopsis there is: 

Learn about the horrific original versions of your favorite fairy tales plus commentary from historians.

With this lovely picture to go with it:

There is also the full cast of the show (which I will not copy here - maybe in another post), and more interestingly the full list of the four episodes, with their respective subjects. In order, they are:

1. Red Riding Hood & Bluebeard (aired on the 30th of October 2011)

"Red Riding Hood" examines the history and historical context of the popular fairy tale and reveals themes of sexuality, murder, cannibalism, and lycanthropy. "Bluebird" investigates the folk tale of the wife murdering aristocrat and argues that the story may be based on the real life murders of Gilles de Rais.

2. Hansel and Gretel & Cinderella (aired on the 5th of November 2011)

"Hansel and Gretel" examines the historical context of the popular fairy tale and reveals themes of hunger, child abandonment, cannibalism, child abuse,and murder. "Cinderella" looks at the less well know aspects of the surprisingly dark and brutal fairy tale.

3. Snow White & The Juniper Tree (aired on the 3rd of December 2011)

"Snow White" looks at the story behind the surprisingly dark and morbid fairy tale arguing that may have been based on the story of Margarete Von Waldeck and her cruel stepmother. "The Juniper Tree" looks at a vicious and bloody fairy tale about a stepmother who murders her stepson and tricks her daughter into thinking that the death was her responsibility.

4. The Pied Piper & Rapunzel (aired on the 12th of December 2011)

"The Pied Piper" looks at the reality behind the legend of a child murdering rat catcher of Hamelin and offers some theories about what really happened to the disappearing children of the village. "Rapunzel" examines the dark aspects of the popular fairy tale about the long haired maiden locked in a tower.

While the show is nowadays (apparently) completely unaccessible, not present on any streaming platform and not sold anywhere, there’s a handful of votes for the documentary on IMDb, up to fifteen for the first episode. 

The IMDb info was notably taken back by the Kinorium website, on this page: https://en.kinorium.com/1554991/episodes/s1e1/

A third and final website in my search (there’s other info I’ll put in another post) is the most fascinating of them all. It is the portfolio of set designer Susannah Christine, who worked on different segments of the show - and has pictures of her set design. I won’t put all of them here - just a few, the rest will be in the second post, and to keep things short I’ll put them under a cut. But already, if before I release the second post somebody has any information about his show, or know where one can watch it (because I admit I am very curious about its content), let me know! 

Here’s Susannah Christine work for the segment “Snow-White”:

And her work for the segment “Rapunzel”:

Plus a picture of what I think might be the Bluebeard segment:

[notquitedeadpod]

I sent a Spotify q&a thing but idk if you check those. When I first listened to the mailbag/q&a episode you talked a bit about the themes and background of vampirism, queerness, cannibalism and eroticism and I was wondering if you had any rants you wanted to go on. This topic interests me so much but I don’t rlly have the media literacy imo to do a deep dive into Dracula etc and look at the context and imagery of this topic. You mentioned the feeling of being ostracised due to vampirism and how that mirrors queerness and again if you have any other thoughts I would love to hear them.

These boys have been occupying my every waking thought since I started the pod and I can’t express it properly I just!!!!!!! Thank you eira, it’s *sooo* good (:

yes this is one of my FAVOURITE things to talk about and I just absolutely love it. as mentioned elsewhere, I'm working on a post S3 bonus episode type thing where I'll go into more detail about this and expand on my thoughts, but it's something that fills my waking mind, I'm here for it conceptually.

right now I'm thinking a lot about the vampire as a metaphor for transness, and this very specific sort of desire i feel sometimes and felt particularly keenly, actually, before I was properly out of the closet. that sort of deep possessiveness, a hungry sort of envy, where sometimes it felt like there was this twisted up little monster inside of me and it was furious and starving and all it wanted was to consume and destroy. I've learned that actually the twisted up little monster is part of me, not some invading force, and it's not inherently destructive, I just need to acknowledge that desire, feed it, and it won't be violent anymore.

these ideas and concepts are very key to my thoughts and as i say i will expand on these more post-S3 so keep an eye out sort of June-ish time <3 thank you for dropping into my inbox and asking me to indulge in one of my fave things to talk about <3 I'm so glad you're enjoying the show!!

--- Eira xxx

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

Going all out on this because Dot did an amazing job with these questions:

🧩, 🦴, 🥝, ❄️ & 🦷 for the ask game, please <3!

KEZ YOU OUT HERE SPOILING MEEE 🥰🥰💖💖

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

9 times out of 10 it’s either first person POV, a character waking up for the day age describing themselves as they look in a mirror, or WALLS of text. Formatting and first paragraph will always destroy my perception of a fic, and it doesn’t matter how good it is even two sentences after that.

Another more esoteric thing is any kind of dad’s best friend or stepfather or barely legal/he’s too old for me trope. I think those are literally the most vile fucking shit, and I just block on site. And I’m all for taboos, and people writing what they want, but I’ve never seen that shit written well nor on a blog that isn’t sparkly and pink and giving off major DDlg vibes. Fucking stomach turning.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

Answered this guy here! But I’ll add a few others that aren’t pieces of media dfhj. The words: abattoir, incandescent, butcher, slaughter, dappled. Different deep jewel shades of blue and green. Animal eyes. Bones in odd places. Videos of interesting women cooking. Dreams about: mothers, children, fire, the apocalypse, all my lost true loves, every corner of the town I visit that I should mark on map.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what’s the most recent lie you told?

I lie quite a bit, but it used to be that almost every word out of my mouth was an exaggerated abs pointless lie dfhjd. Yay growing up in dysfunctional household! These days I’m much more conscientious and purposeful about being honest, and I’m always trying to improve, just going with white lies about stuff at work to make my life easier (“I need to use the restroom” means I’m going for a smoke), or at home to keep things smoother (“They were out of X creamer” means I forgot).

Most recent lie was this evening when I told my sister I had left the store and I couldn’t get her a certain brand of energy drink, but I was in the checkout line and didn’t want to go back through lmao.

❄️ ⇢ what’s your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

HO BOY SO MANY DFHJ. These are more vibes than anything solid sfhj. In alphabetical order:

@alittleposhtoad grieving in a cold place, love that has kindling in friendship, oranges peeled by one set of hands for another, tea in an old electric kettle on a black night, you can always come home here and home is what you call my head on your chest.

@dotcie two weirdos walk into a dive bar, and their mutually assured obsession exhibits as mutually assured destruction, sweating under a street lamp in a town where tourists don’t go at 3am with a man you swore you’d never see again, bedsheets they smell like sweat and home under an open window.

@kastlequill cannibalism as a type of taboo and closed religion, rage wielded elegant and precise like a blade, thought put into evils until they’re extrapolated into facets of humanity, the dichotomy of suffering as holiness and pointlessness, dangerous men they have either accepted or full on love the blood in their mouths, cities at sunset with the lights glittering on.

@parttimeprophet hey babe hehe. Animal hated paid back in animal brutality, cold women with colder determination, hell and religion and the death of god and the apocalypse, lipstick that glimmers like rubies, men that love the collars around their necks.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

More wisdom: take breathers as much as you can in any area of life - steal then when you can at work, in hobbies, in talking, in cleaning - whether it’s 5 mins or 5 months, you need to rest, shit will be waiting for you when you get back. Don’t write down anything you don’t want read. Horses and boats are fun hobbies, but you can have the same financial experience by throwing wads of cash in a bonfire.

More life hacks: if you want to buy a used car, go for a Honda, bc you can beat the dog shit out of them for 30 years and they’ll still run like a clock. To save money, don’t get addicted to coke. The secret to the best homemade fried chicken you’ve ever had in your life is a pinch of cinnamon in your seasoned flour, and to make it crispy add a tablespoon of baking soda. Cream of tartar will make it meringue not break, but if you use too much it will taste hella metallic. 2 drops of dandelion tincture in a shot glass worth of water helps with liver and gallbladder inflammation - that’s Appalachian not crystal woowoo medicine. Don’t whistle outside at night.

[4noki-vns]

August Update - Recent News & Game Announcement

Summer is coming to a close! It’s hard to believe that we’re two-thirds of the way through the year. Let’s take a look back on what’s been going on recently and what my plans are for the near future:

Recent releases

Short story poll results

Socials

Game announcement…!

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releases

We had two releases in the last two months: a demo and a Steam release.

Consummation ~wind above the dragon sea~ (demo)

This is an island spared by the heavens, a cage for the remnants of humanity. A freelancer blessed by the wind receives a strange letter, leading her to a promised place of her youth. In that same district-city, the four great families chosen by the four great gods gather for their biennial conference. As the paths of those hated and loved by the gods cross, a darkness beneath the sea stirs—to devour, to drown, to destroy, to choose.

Lachesis or Atropos (Steam Edition)

A private investigator visits a small town after recovering from a coma. She searches for her mentor's lost beloved, but the very eyes she was born with, those that can see the black strings of hate, drag her down into the darkness of conspiracy. A cult, two priestesses, and the threads that puppet the world.

short story poll results

After a combination poll on Twitter, tumblr, and Substack, it was decided that I will write a Who is the Red Queen? short story to be delivered via this newsletter!

This short story is still in the concept phase. Please note that due to the multi-ending nature of the game, the short story should be considered non-canon or alt-canon.

I wonder what it’ll be about…

Perhaps a little short featuring Cheshire and the White Rabbit? Perhaps an exploration of what happens after a certain ending? Perhaps a story about the past between the White Queen and Red Queen?

Only time will tell.

socials

And with the slow and excruciating death of Twitter, I will make a quick aside to mention some other social media sites that I have made an account on.

tumblr

cohost

misskey.io (fediverse, can be followed from mastodon)

bluesky

It’s hard to say what will take the place of the dying corpse of the bird app, but for the time being, please feel free to follow me on any of those places!

Still, the best way to keep track of my work will be:

this newsletter (even if substack dies, the newsletter can be transferred easily)

itch.io

game announcement…!

Now, enough with the gloomy talk. Let’s talk about something exciting! A game announcement!

This is not the long term project that I spoke of previously (you’ll have to wait a bit longer for that), but rather…New Project!! The Final Prize is Soup - a spooky grey background with 3 chibis of girls with black hair and gold, red, green-blue eyes from left to right.

I will be participating in Spooktober again this year as director, character designer, and co-writer for a survival horror yuri visual novel by the title, The Final Prize is Soup.

After a disastrous break up, Qian Hailu wakes up to find that she's dead. Luckily (or unluckily), she's been given a chance to turn back the clock and avert her death—as long as she can pass three rounds in the game of life. You who are unqualified to drink Meng Po's soup, you have been chosen for the game of life. Three worlds, three rounds. Win all three and you may avert your fated death. Lose any and your bones are forfeit for tomorrow's lunch broth. Good luck. Our ghosts have prepared their takeout containers, all plastic, non-microwaveable.

tldr. death game in the afterlife (ft. cannibalism lesbians)

You’ll hear from me about this game, hopefully, quite a lot during the upcoming month of September. Please look forward to it!

(((o(*°▽°*)o)))

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See you in September!

shino

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[respectlless]

Are you on hiatus still? If not I'd like to know if you have any HH hottakes

im sort of on hiatus, i didn't make an official announcement but to be blunt ive been a bit unmotivated in general, i still have lots of muse but i guess i have hit a bit of writers block, hoping to be out of this rut soon though. i do lurk on this blog though i have yet to respond to my dms from forever ago (sorry! ill reply as soon as i can ;;)

i do have some hot takes actually

1) liking valentino is fine. i love him, i don't condone his actions but i adore villains. going after people that like valentino is not okay, i have seen so much unnecessary hate towards people that like him as a character that don't condone his actions.

2) if you don't like valentino that's completely valid but understand that the other vees are completely supportive of and complicit in his actions. vox and vel are not sweet little babies that need to be saved from valentino, velvette makes daterape drugs and vox probably watches valentino do horrible things and does fuckall to stop it, and if anything profits off of it and therefore thinks whatever happens to angel doesn't matter. so long as he's making money. there is no lesser evil among them they are all equally horrible. val is not some super manipulative puppet master who's pulling the strings in this operation, vox is leagues smarter and walks that man in circles.

3) cat alastor was never funny to me im sorry 😭 if you like it that's fine and you're so valid but personally i see that thing and cringe

4) media literacy is dead in this fandom; people either consider characters sweet babies or they consider them to be the root of all evil. angel dust is a terrible person, before he and husk bond he does harass husk and that's not okay. vaggie even states this. angel has trauma but trauma does not justify that behavior. angel is at least redeemable, he's so capable of improvement, but when the fandom gives alastor the same treatment? im genuinely baffled. alastor the SERIAL KILLER CANNIBAL people think is redeemable because he... loves his mommy? that's not how that works dawg. the btk killer was a family man and good father, that doesn't mean he didn't deserve to be locked up.

4) i am sick of people hating the women of this show. the ones like charlie are considered boring and the ones like mimzy or velvette are considered annoying. characters like rosie or cherri are only given love in relation to alastor or angel, and don't get me started on the genderbend carmilla everyone liked more than the original. it's fine to not like a character but if the only characters you dislike are women im raising an eyebrow at you

5) i don't get radioapple 😬 ur so valid if you ship it, absolutely no hate but i don't get it

6) loser baby isn't even in my top 5 for songs ngl its a very sweet song and i loved the message and how they had a nice bonding moment... but i heard the line 'power bottom at rock bottom' and i just. cringed.

[novalore]

✎ᝰRULES

Hiya, my name’s Nova. This blog is a discourse-free and creative outlet zone— my safe haven for whenever I have a thought or dream that I just can’t escape. I will not tolerate any hateful speech and inappropriate behavior because of this, I reserve the right to close my inbox and hard block who ever I’d like to ensure this blog remains a safe zone.

Thank you for checking out my rules page prior to interacting, I appreciate it!

Thirsts vs Drabbles vs Long Fics

Thirsts are exactly what you think they’d be— thirsty ideas. Either they’re thoughts passed through my inbox or a third-party source, they’re short pieces I’ll usually write between 100-400 words depending on how much I love the idea.

Drabbles are similar to shorts— inspiration can come from anywhere and everything tbh, they’ll range between 500-900 words. They will always have a prompt or a piece of dialogue as the title that I write to.

Long Fics are any stories I have dedicated a lot of time to— ranging between 1.5k to 4k on average,.I’ll never really write anything more than that on one post because it can be a bit overwhelming for me personally but, if I really like the idea, I’ll write another part or two to make a short series. These stories may include world-building, character development, etc.

Schedule — TBD

I generally try to publish at least two drabbles or one long fic through the week.

Although this blog may contain dark content including but limited to: dub-con/cnc, pseudo/step-cest, knife play, serial killer au; there are some topics I will not write for.

a/b/o, knotting, pet play, age play, master/slave kink, eating disorders, scat, cbt, water sports, vore, zombies, cannibalism, bestiality, necrophilia, wound fucking, character x character, lolicon, m-preg, milf!reader x young!character, high school au, gun play, foot fetish, incest, detransitioning, domestic violence, male or amab reader, self-harm, etc

General depictions in my writing — (1) reader and character will always be in their twenties unless stated otherwise, I will never write anyone younger than 21; (2) I’m short (153cm 😎) so I’m going to write for a shorter, female audience— mainly because I don’t know how to write for tall people unfortunately; (3) no specific physical characteristics will be in the fic unless stated in the content description, I do this to remain as inclusive as possible; (4) all characters I write for are appropriately aged up and written with a canon time-skip in mind.

I draw my inspiration from a lot of things — smutty audio, manga panels, chatbot ideas, otome games, songs, real-life scenarios, etc. I own none of the characters or the worlds I write about. I own none of the manga panels I use in my posts. I own none of the dividers I use unless stated otherwise. I often spend hours at a time on my writing so, please do not copy and paste my writing to any media without my permission. This includes posting to TikTok, AO3/ Quotev/ Wattpad/ Commadful/ Fanfiction.net, Instagram, Facebook, etc. Do not use my writing to create chatbots or use it to make part twos through sites like ChatGPT. I reserve the right to file legal action if I find out that my writing has been reposted without my permission.

At the moment, I am not taking any requests, however any thoughts for a writing piece are appreciated. One to two sentences are acceptable— please try not to horde my inbox with more than just half a paragraph. Also, I reserve the right to simply not write out any request or idea if it makes me uncomfortable.

[juniperhillpatient]

What do you think is your favorite horror trope, or the most effective in your opinion? Mine is probably (not to be cliche or anything) cannibalism; aside from the 'sexy vampire hot' type factor (not to understate that ofc vampires and such are very cool), I really like the *horror* of it and how effective it can be, less in a 'ew gross eating people' taboo way and more just the desperation involved and the effect the existence of the taboo would have in that situation. Survival cannibalism especially? The struggle of mourning a loss vs the gnawing hunger. The horror of finding your loved one with blood on her face over an open grave that was filled in yesterday. Idk a good survival horror hits well for me, but obviously you might have a different take!

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS this is literally SUCH a fun ask & I'm struggling so hard with an answer for a few reasons. 1. I'm a teeeny bit tipsy so brain not worky lol. 2. I love all horror so much? I'm such a fan of media that makes me uncomfortable. push my boundaries. unsettle me. make me want to close my eyes so as not to see the horrors unfold. give me nightmares. I love stories that are meant to disturb. It's very difficult for me to pick just one genre or trope in my favorite genre! 3. you perfectly described my actual favorite trope SO fucking well I literally have nothing to add???

Like....

You have it exactly right. It's cannibalism. It's such a fucked up & fascinating trope & I've been fixated on it since a scary young age haha - my mom used to get calls from my kindergarten teacher 'cause my bestie & I would scare the other kids with stories & games about cannibalism LMAO

also I can't keep track of which of my mutuals know to be obsessed with Yellowjackets so sorry but you watch Yellowjackets right?? I think you do. if you don't this ask is compelling me to tell you that you need to hurry up & become obsessed along with me haha

[guroperv]

Random question time!!

What's everyone's favourite season and why?

Any particular teacher or class in school that you just fucking hated? (For reasons outside of not being good at the class)

Favourite -core aesthetic and favourite non -core aesthetics?

How do you keep your nails? Trimmed and short? Long? Fake nails? What's the deal?

Any criminal/killer who you just don't get the hype for? Or maybe someone who you understand why they've got a lot of hype around, but just aren't that invested in personally?

Favourite drinks? Think we asked about food already but not sure if we asked about beverages

How does everyone like their meat (if applicable)? Raw? Rare? Well done?

Any media that you love but can't stand the fans of so you don't interact with the fandom?

Free space!! Just tell us whatever here or use it to post another fav picture :]

-⚰️🔞

goodness that's a lot!!!! thank you x3 i love the big asks with a ton of stuff for me to answer hehe! answers below the cut so you all don't have to scroll through a novel on your dashboards <3

1. my favorite season is winter. i was born in december, and i just love the cold stillness and the way the snow shimmers and sparkles, it's so pretty! shi's favorite is spring, he likes the crisp air and all the beautiful fresh blooms of flowers, he says it makes his mind at ease to be out during a cool spring day. stein's is autumn, he enjoys the dark nights, and halloween is his favorite holiday. none of us enjoy summer, thankfully, and i think it has to do with the body not tolerating the heat well.

2. i hated my english class in 7th grade, and my teacher hated me too for some reason. she was this crotchety middle-age white woman and she just absolutely despised all of the work i turned in and would purposefully score my work lower than my peers even though comparatively, my work was at about the same level as theirs (i used to compare my stuff to my friends' who also had her class). never understood what was up with her, she just did not like me for whatever reason. :/

3. my favorite -core aesthetic is probably....scenecore, does that one count though since it can also just be defined as scene? but my favorite non-core aesthetic is a tie between cybergoth and frutiger aero, since i grew up in the early 2000s when both of those were HUGE (as was scene/core) so i guess they're just very nostalgic to me.

4. i trim my nails, and then let them grow somewhat long and keep them that way for a bit. i care deeply about my health and that's what's best for fingernails is to trim and then let them grow out a bit and then repeat!

5. it's not that i don't get the hype behind these guys, i do, i fully understand the appeal .......but im just not personally all that crazy about the columbine shooters. i know my throat might get jumped at for saying this, but i just don't care. i like seeing all the crime scene stuff and the footage from the school CCTV monitors, but the guys themselves i just.......don't care for. *shrug*

6. my favorite drink is the campfire mocha from our local coffee shop called caribou (a midwestern coffee shop), it has marshmallows and crumbled graham cracker so it tastes like a smore. shi's is water, but he also likes tea, specifically matcha. stein's is straight black coffee because he's a lunatic.

7. i prefer my meat as rare as it can be without the risk of me getting sick. it's just so tender and juicy and the blood honestly adds to the flavor! shi prefers his medium-rare. stein likes his medium-rare as well...and for the sake of this question and this question alone, the one who i still have trouble mentioning prefers his meat cooked rare and similar to how you prepare a hog steak. he's a cannibal, but obviously we can't really access human meat easily...😅

8. yes actually, i have been a huge fan of five nights at freddy's ever since the first game came out! but the fandom is fucking abysmal from what ive seen so i really try not to get involved in it. i hate when fandoms get so large that a bunch of annoying people filter into it 😭

9. hhmmmmmm well, directly to you; im still struggling with a url. literally can't think of anything!!! i have an idea for my blog theme but the url is giving me so much pause :( and also, here's a picture of my werebunny plushie dreadful i got last week!