#i'm doing my horror assignments and dying

[leeny-leens]

Knives Out (Wounds In) | BCJ x Reader

Pairing: bsf!Barty Crouch Jr x bsf! Reader

Summary: You accidentally stab Barty and he...asks for more?

Warnings: BLOOD, STABBING, INJURIES, Barty has issues,I've never dressed a thigh wound before, description of injury being taken care off, Barty likes pain (and blood), proceed with caution okay I'm sleep deprived

Content: Barty and the Reader are a little unhinged, Barty is having a crisis, Barty being called doll (courtesy of @vun3r4b13xwrites for this brain rot), not proofread or edited, Barty makes like one really dark joke abt dying but it's not too dark

WC: 3.83k

AN: this was inspired by a post of @unconventional-lawnchair and honestly idek what happened, it somehow spiraled into being something much longer and ??? than anticipated so have this. Also tagging @esotericloser BCS ya said ya want it <3

Being friends with Barty meant that there wasn't much that could actually traumatize you anymore when it came to gory horror. Oh no, you’re bound lose that ability quite quickly in his company, with the way he walked around looking like a splasher horror victim half of the time. He barley ever had an explanation for it either, always shrugging and mumbling something incoherent about where the blood on him came from.

So really, you'd say you're pretty desensitized when it came to blood and injuries, especially when it came to Barty being bloodied and injured.

Nothing however, could have prepared you for the sight of your very own dagger piercing his thigh, blood spilling and splashing on the ground and wall.

It's your worst nightmare come true; a loved one injured and bloodied because of you and your stupidity, though Barty would go on a tangent, chiding you for the self deprecating notion of that thought.

The boy in question, you just noticed, stood by the open door, his face pulled into a blend between amusement and a grimace of pain as he stared between the dagger and your frozen form on your bed.

“Damn doll, when I said your stare could throw daggers at me I didn't think you'd take it seriously,” he said, painfully failing to conceal the wince in his voice as he joked.

The sound of his voice was apparently all your brain needed to reboot itself and jumpstart again. Immediately, you hurled yourself up from the bed, standing by his side in a few quick strides as you crouched down to examine the injury on his thigh.

“Merlin I’m sorry Bee, I was doing that stupid Charms assignment and- and you just came in and I panicked and oh my god are you gonna die?” there was seemingly no stopping you the moment you began to speak, the words stumbling out in no rhyme or rhythm as you tried to remember what little you’d learned about first aid.

In your panic, there wasn't much you remembered aside for needing to stop the bleeding somehow and making sure to keep his leg raised high, or was it keep it low to prevent bleeding? You couldn't recall it, your mind too riddled with guilt and terror at the vast amount of blood staining the carpet.

“You can't die on me,” you whimpered, tears barley held at bay “They're gonna expell me if they find out I killed you-”

The sudden realization of who your best friend was hit you harder than any hex you've sustained in your lifetime before you stared up at him with terror blown eyes “Oh my god your father is sending me to Azkaban for killing his only heir.”

This was evidently the straw that broke the camels back, Barty finally doubled over from laughter, his barking voice probably resonating through the entirety of the dormitory. His laughter quickly turned into pressed coughs as he tried to straighten back up again, mild gasps of pain escaping him in-between. Quickly, you're on your feet again, gently yet firmly guiding him to your bed and hissing at him to not put any weight on his injured leg.

To his credit, he let you push him around like a pliant ragdoll, following your instructions and keeping his pretty mouth shut aside for a few pained noises here there. His eyes flickered between you and the dagger, regarding the latter with a glimmer of fascination and you could tell it took everything in him to not poke at the metal protruding from his flesh.

“Relax doll,” he said in an attempt to reassure you “’M not gonna die yeah? Tis but a scratch.” As if trying to convince you, he tapped the dagger lightly, smiling at you with that wide expression, his lips pulled apart so much it brought his dimple out. “See? I've survived worse,” he added, and to your utter dismay, it did help calm you down.

“Right, it's probably worse than it looks like” you muttered, taking a few deep breaths to compose yourself before finally gathering your thoughts to help him. “Okay, stay right there and don't move okay?” you threw him a warning glare before disappearing into the bathroom, occasionally glancing over your shoulder to make sure he was following your instructions. You knew staying still was hard for Barty, his natural inclination to always be in motion was one of the biggest hurdles he faced in his day to day life. He couldn't sit still for longer than a few minutes, not without bouncing his leg or tapping his fingers against the nearest surface or hell, rocking back and forth. Don't get him started on people telling him to be still, that somehow made it much harder to comply than if he tried to do it on his own.

He was however, trying his best to stay still, probably to not worry you more than he already had, and you appreciated his cooperation immensely.

Returning back to his side, you knelt down at the bedside and set down a plain white box and opened it, revealing various bandages, potions and vials along side bandaids and scissors of different types and sizes.

Barty decided to stay silent, watching your movements with an attentive, hawk-like gaze and arched his eyebrows in surprise as you grabbed the biggest pair of scissors, only to bring it to the hem of his pant leg, quickly cutting through the dark fabric.

“You know,” he said amused, watching you cut apart his pants “This is not how I imagined you undressing me would go, could've taken me out to dinner first at least.”

“You're so lucky you already have a stab wound,” you replied dryly, moving the fabric away to reveal the pale skin of thigh and barley held back your grimace at the sight of the dagger lodged into it. “Otherwise that comment would've gotten you one.” you grabbed a whole bunch of gauzes and disinfectant, slowly trying to assess how bad the wound was in order to decide your next course of action.

This was the part you'd feared the most, the one where you pulled the dagger out.

As if he’d read your mind, Barty reached out to take your hand into his, bringing it to his lips so he could press a kiss on your knuckles. “It's gonna be okay doll,” he murmured softly “I trust you, you're bloody brilliant and you don't have to be scared of this.”

It was comical really, how he'd gotten hurt because of you and yet was the one to offer you comfort and reassurance. Had this been anyone else, you would've scoffed and thrashed against the gesture, but this was Barty, your Barty, who'd watched you overcome every obstacle in your life for the last six years, your Barty who knew you like the back of his hand and studied you like you were the biggest mystery in the universe to be unraveled. You could only nod in agreement, squeezing his hand tightly as you steadied your breath to pull out the dagger.

You vaguely remembered how Madam Pomfrey would talk up injured students to distract them from procedures, and you decided that if the matron of the hospital wing did it, it couldn't be that stupid of an idea to try out.

“Why did you come into my room?”

you asked suddenly, and he leaned back into the nest of pillows you had propped against your headboard.

He shrugged, a lopsided grin on his face. “No reason, just wanted to see my favourite person,” despite all the years with him as your best friend, the response still managed to draw out an over exaggerated eyeroll from you, one that did nothing to mask the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

You questioned him some more, asking about his day and what he was going to do, and because this was your Barty, you knew he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to talk your ear off, the dagger in his thigh quickly forgotten. Fortunately for you, that meant you could pull it out with one smooth movement, granting Barty barley any time to register the pain before you began to press a mountain of gauzes against the wound. The white fabric quickly became a soaked, scarlet mess and you could hear his breath hitch at the sight, not the way it would've from pain, but rather from something akin to speechlessness. He watched you press against the wound, switching out gauze after gauze whenever it became unusable after soaking up too much blood, and he was sure the blood rushing to his head at the sight of your fingers gleaming with the red liquid of him was significantly more fatale than the stab wound to his thigh. There was just something so primitively alluring about the sight, your face contorted into a grimace of worry and concentration as you applied moderate yet firm pressure against his thigh, not minding how dirty your hands became in the process. It didn't help that it was him sullying your pretty hands, and he swore his soul left his body when you moved a stray strand of hair out of your face, cursing when you felt the blood smear on your cheek.

He wanted nothing more but to lean forward and wipe it off, perhaps clean it up with his own mouth just to see how he tasted on you, but he remained rigidly seated like a statue, his mind a battle field of desire and rationality.

You were none the wiser to his predicament, taking his sudden silence as a side effect of pain or shock. You took to murmuring encouragement and random things about your own day, partially to fill the silence and partially to make sure the boy was still rooted into reality instead of floating into the realm of dark memories, just on the off chance that the sight of his own blood and the feeling of pain brought them forward. You told him about the stupid Charms project you’d taken up for extra credit, letting a dagger float around in a coordinated pattern, and how you'd been sitting at it for hours on end before he barged into your room, startling you into sending the dagger straight at him. He made the occasional grunt of agreement or let out a snort at a particularly funny joke you cracked, and after a few minutes that felt like an eternity, the bleeding finally seemed to stop enough for you to be able to actually inspect the wound.

It looked worse than it actually is, not too deep and not too long, and your entire body slumped in relief at the realization. For a moment, you rested your head in your hands, muttering thanks to whatever might hear you. “Thank everything you're not gonna die,” you said once you looked at Barty again, whose attention had been on you the entire time. “What a pity,” he replied almost too plainly, yet the grin on his face betrayed the self deprecating statement. “Here I was looking forward to bringing joy into my father's life for once,” you rolled your eyes so hard you worried they might actually fall out, and you could only lean forward to hit his shoulder with a warning scoff. “Don't be mean to my best friend,” you chided “That's my job, I can't afford to lose it in this economy.”

“So true, the prices are ridiculously high these days,” he mused, eyes glimmering as he watched you disinfect the wound and bandage it up.

“Exactly! I mean come on, 5 galleons for a pack of chocolates frogs? Do they think all of us are made of trust funds and old money?” Barty is unable to hold in his snort at your statement, reminiscing how you haven't let it go ever since your last trip to Hogsmeade nearly a month ago. If anyone knew how to hold a grudge, it was his doll for sure.

Absentmindedly, your fingers traced slow circles around the red, angry skin of the gash, careful to not press or touch anything that might elicit unnecessary pain. Barty’s entire body went stiff at the soft touch, so gentle and soothing, like he was made of porcelain and too fragile, the lightest press of your thumb against his thigh a breaking hazard. It was a stark contrast to how he was usually treated, but he’d come to accept it from you. While he hated being seen as vulnerable and weak- because he was everything but that-, he found himself relishing your touch and care, for it stemmed not from pity or underestimation but genuine care and love. And oh how he soaked up every ounce of affection you gave him, starved of it for his whole life but finding you there to give it to him like a steady stream flowing from the creek of your heart.

You took his stiffness as a sign of discomfort and swiftly withdrew your hand to stop the ministrations, almost missing the imperceptible whine of dissatisfaction that barely escaped the boy’s lips. When you stared at him with a puzzled look on your face, he greeted you with one of his own, cleverly covering for his mindless slip-up.

When it seemed like he hadn’t actually made any sound, you were content to get back to treating the wound, your fingers brushing over the tools in the first aid kit.

After realising the wound wasn't life threatening, your mind had cleared up significantly, rendering you able to think and remember what you needed to do to properly take care of the gash. You grabbed a bottle of blue disinfectant alongside more of the gauze, dousing the latter in the blue solution before pressing it against the injury.

The lack of warning, coupled with the sudden action, had Barty hissing and bucking in pain, even if the momentary sting left an aftertaste of pleasure in its wake.

You glanced up at him, your expression one of sheepish apology, before dapping the gauze carefully on the cut.

“’M so sorry, just a bit more yeah doll?” you murmured, your other hand coming up to rub along his knee. Barty wasn't sure what knocked out the breathe out of his lungs; the endearment or the touch or perhaps the sincerity and care that he could feel seeping into his cold and hollow bones with every second he spent in your presence. If getting stabbed by you meant he could have you this close, this warm and soft and attentive all for him? Merlin, he'd let you stab him over and over again, like he was your personal pin cushion.

He tried to keep the noise to a minimum, alongside the flinching in fear of losing your touch. The last thing he wanted was for you to let go of him, as selfish as that sounded. He quite liked having your full attention on him, like nothing else in the world mattered as much as he did.

Selfish and self-centred? Maybe.

Did he give a fuck? Not in the slightest.

A tap against his knee brought him out of his reveries, and his eyes met yours in a questioning manner. “Whadya say, darlin’?” he asked, trying his best to sound casual “Too busy enjoying your hands on me.”

His comment drew an amused chuckle from you, much too used to his flirtations. You never quite knew whether he meant it or not, all those playful jabs and nudges that toyed the line between friendship and something more, yet neither of you made a move to explore that territory, too afraid to lose what you had.

“I said I’m putting some of that scarring ointment on the wound,” you said, repeating the statement that had been lost on him. You’d already grabbed the small tub with the greenish paste. When you uncapped it, dipping your finger into it to apply it to his wound, you were surprised by his sudden recoiling, as if the mere notion of applying the ointment would sear his skin down to his bones.

“Bee?” You asked, surprised to see him flinch away from you.

He was mortified at his own reaction, not having had enough time to control his movements. He didn’t quite know how he could explain this to you, why he flinched away when you’ve been nothing but a perfect caretaker, inspecting and treating his injury.

Just as he began to sputter out a messy apology and an explanation, realisation dawned on you. You weren’t stupid, just like Barty knew you better than anyone else, you had the privilege of knowing him like no one else had. You’d watched him get into fights more often than you could count. You’d talked to him plenty about it of course, unable to just stand by as he destroyed himself, body and soul, over and over again. What had bothered you the most was him never properly taking care of his injuries, opting to let them fester and scar until his entire body was littered with gashes and cuts of various sizes. Over time, you’d come to understand that he didn’t necessarily enjoy the act of fighting itself, but rather how alive he felt with each punch, with each crack and broken bone. The scars were a testament to his existence, proof that he hadn’t been complete worn numb by life and its hardships. He liked the reminders, liked to look at them and trace along their edges whenever he felt himself slip away into the darkest corners of his mind, and you’d figured that this gash was no exception.

“You want it to scar,” you said, not a question but rather a fact. You watched as colour rushed into his pale face, mouth falling open and closing in a comical fashion. He could muster up nothing more than a nod, knowing that trying to talk his way out of this wasn’t an option.

Softly, you traced along the edge of the gash, your eyes never once leaving his. “Why?” There wasn’t an ounce of judgment in your voice as you posed the question, just pure curiosity and the need to understand him.

Silence blanketed the room as you patiently waited for him to answer your question. His eyebrows furrowed in that typical Barty manner, the one that made the silver piercings in his eyebrows more visible, catching the lights around him. When he spoke up, his voice was quiet, almost too quiet, as if afraid that speaking any louder might shatter both you and him.

“I want your mark on me,” from all the answers he could’ve given you, this one was the last one you’d expected, yet somehow the most perfect Barty answer of them all. His love had always been that way, all teeth and scratches, leaving marks in its wake as evidence that he had been there. In the same fashion, it made sense that he wanted love in the same manner; with marks left on him to prove that he was loved.

It was crazy, really, how much you understood him. It should’ve scared you, weirded you out at least, but no such sensations arised. There was only love and understanding cursing through your body for the boy you called your best friend.

Emboldened by his vulnerability, you found yourself leaning in closer, your lips ghosting over the edge of the gash before pressing them down in a gentle kiss. “It’s alright,” you mumbled “You can keep it Bee, ‘m not judging you.”

His breath hitched at the feeling of your lips pressed so closely to the wound, mind reeling at having you so close, so understanding and so incredibly loving despite him being so himself, a warning in and out of itself.

“Does that mean you’d be down to giving me another one?” He asked jokingly, trying his best to lighten the mood by even an ounce.

“Maybe,” you quipped back, pulling one of the bandaids out to put it over the wound. “If you ask nicely, I might,” you grinned up at him, enjoy in seeing him squirm for once. His eyes drifted to the dagger, mind running wild with anticipation.

“Please?”

“Is that the best you got, doll?”

“Bold statement for someone who just stabbed me,” he retorted “And took off my pants without asking!”

With a snort, you stood up, patting his thigh softly before putting the first and kit on the ground to sit beside him. “Well when you put it that way, I have no choice but to oblige, no?” You grabbed the dagger, twirling it in your hand before you ever so slowly lowered it down to graze the skin of his thigh.

He was completely still beneath your touch, his breath shallow as he waited for your next move. There was no hurry in your movements, the glinting tip of the dagger barely tracing across his flesh. “What do we say when we want something, doll?” You asked, amused by the extreme change in his behaviour. You’d never seen Barty so complacent and mellow in all your years together, much less because of you.

“Please,” he mumbled “Give me another one?” Subconsciously, he’d leaned in closer to you, hazel eyes almost completely swallowed up by the darkness of his pupils.

A small smile tugged on the corners of your mouth, and not wanting to tease him any further, you pressed the blade into his skin.

You watched as he bit his lips, trying to the best of his abilities to not wince in pain and spurred on by the heat of the moment, you closed the distance between the two of you, crashing your lips against his. The sounds of pain he let out were swallowed by your mouth, moving in frenzied hunger as you let the dagger blade dig deeper into his thigh.

In that moment, you realised two things.

One: You were in love with Barty Crouch Junior, your best friend since first year.

Two: You were incredibly and thoroughly fucked, for you would go to the ends of hell for this boy, the same way you knew without a doubt he would do the same.

And here, in the quiet of your dorm room, your mouth on his and the distinct, metallic smell of blood, you didn’t quite mind going to the ends of hell if it meant you could have Barty by your side.

[possessionisamyth]

Here's some RE Separate Ways analysis that isn't about shipping because I like Ada. I'm happy her DLC actually focuses on her, but some of the takes I'm seeing are Insufferable. Main statements in bold for ease of reading and skipping purposes.

-Wesker and Ada haven't been working together consistently for the past 6 years. This dripless bitch is calling Ada every five minutes to babysit her. I don't think that's the relationship dynamic of someone you're regularly employed under, and when it is, Ada is not the type of character to tolerate that behavior for 6 years. We know Ada is a contract worker. We can understand she's worked for Wesker on and off, but she's a freelance agent period. She must've done enough jobs for Wesker that he feels the need to check on her and have this constant reporting in to make sure she stays on task since he's clearly used to her not always following his orders. He 100% hired her for this assignment because he knew the situation and compared to the other options, she had the highest survival chances. Which, he was right. High risk, high reward.

Sometimes Wesker's babysitting works: Ada holding Luis at gunpoint when he tries to negotiate saving Leon and Ashley. Sometimes he knows when to step away: "Keep your dog." All of it is in the effort to get what he wants. Look, he let her live. He worked with S.T.A.R.S for years and wanted them all dead. If he worked with Ada regularly and she pulled this shit with the amber, he would've had that helicopter blown out of the sky. There's always some restraint with personal distance, especially with a guy who thinks so highly of himself.

-Luis is a drama queen. In the regular game, Luis acts cool and under control to the best of his abilities around Leon and Ashley. It's a part of his newly found hero-complex even though he does still know when to ask for help: "save me prince charming!" In the DLC, we see the real side of Luis. The one who's scared, and dramatic, and knows when he's not shooting with a loaded gun so to speak. When Ada tells him to leave her to fight, he does. He wants to help, but his respect for her abilities sends him fleeing like she orders him to. Also, like every scientist, he has zero self-preservation! He ran into a fire that clearly would kill him to get medicine. And the exchange afterwards? "No! Now you'll all die!" "Make some more medicine." "Oh..yeah...I can do that. I do have that ability."

The flamenco dance. "Are you mad at me???🥺 You're mad at me!😭" This man understands Ada can kill him without blinking, but still can't keep his composure around her. This is such a fun dynamic to explore in fic for expansion stories and "Luis lives" au's. The DLC gives him breaks to freak out and panic, whereas the main game holds the "cool persona" moments after Leon saves him. Even his dying words to Ada. This man is bleeding to death and still can't shut up. I love him.

Okay, that's all I gotta say about the loser men. Now for the star of the DLC. Ada. :)

-Ada "Sans Undertale go into my eyes" Wong. The methods Ada uses in the DLC are fun and appropriate. It's not invasive and in your face unlike another agent, but more subtle. She can track footprints, fingerprints, gauge the safe distance required for her grappling hook, and she knows when she needs to fight and whens he needs to run. Her practicality has always been the cleanest of the entire cast due to her being a spy, but this time we actually get to see this trait utilized through her tools.

-Ada is silly and quips her own jokes to get through it. Something I'm not seeing anyone talk about including the aeon people who are claiming anything they can get, is this specific humor parallel between Leon and Ada in the remake. Both of them have gone through the horrors of Raccoon City. Both of them went right back into very difficult military in function style work which always has a body count. I talked about Leon's humor coping mechanism here [X], but to hear Ada do the same thing? I feel like they went under the radar because they don't sound as stupid as Leon's quips, but they are still so stupid. "Nighty night." "Lights out." "Bring me a real challenge next time." "Now look at the mess you've made." "You think that gun will be enough?" She and Leon even share the same "Next," line!

If I had 80GB to spare on the game, I'd see just how many more I could get out of her. Like, these are dumb as hell. She's found a method to cope with the horrors she's witnessing that just so happens to coincide with Leon's. I'm not saying this as a marker of whatever romance you've tossed them in or even to diss any other romances. What I am saying is that they have a similar type of mental illness resulting from trauma, and they ended up using the exact same coping method despite never seeing each other.

Ada fans who hate Leon! This opens a door for you when it comes to character analysis and how Ada deals with her PTSD and/or depression! Run through it RIGHT NOW!

-Ada's infection pulls a lot more weight than it seems. I've seen some people say Ada's parasite should've been removed the same as Leon's and Ashley's. (Which is an extremely unsubtle argument to get them all in the same room for your shipping nonsense.) However, something I noticed with the DLC were the parallels to the troubles in RE2. The Black Robe/U-3/Pesenta monster is the first time where we get to see Ada dealing with a stalking enemy. Due to RE4 being so much more plot-lined streamed to maintain the flow of gameplay, these events were not allowed to be random, but the narrative purpose remains. Ada gets to have a stalking enemy in her DLC like Claire and Leon did in RE2 with the addition of a hubris check.

The hubris check? Well, Ada has never been infected until this DLC. In the original games, she can step back and watch people die because she doesn't know what it feels like. Now she knows what it feels like. The lack of control. The pain. The slow turning. Her job has had her flirting with death for years, but not in a way she can't fiddle with the odds. A parasite is not something a person can distract with words. The action to steal the amber is backed up via personal experience not just a morality code slapped on. The addition of Wesker's correction to "billions of causalities" means she's included in that number and just cements her incentive to flee. She's not doing this for Leon. She's not doing this for Luis. She's doing this for herself, and if it so happens to help other people then it is what it is. After being on both sides of the coin when it comes to viruses, she can no longer function as entirely impartial to the work she's doing.

-Ada doesn't ask for permission but asks for forgiveness. Don't take this phrasing literally. She doesn't ask Wesker to forgive her. What this means is that she'll do something before asking, and if it upsets people then she'll course correct. Her job is not the kind of job where she needs to take orders for every action she implements which is why Wesker calling every five minutes was annoying as hell. In the OG RE4 she kind of argues with Wesker for Leon to live for "his usefulness", but it's swiftly shut down until it's convenient to Wesker for Leon to live. This forces her to sneak around and betray Wesker multiple times to save Leon secretly, and the concept rightfully gets thrown into the garbage for the remake DLC.

The scene in the bedroom where Wesker tells Ada not to become a liability after taking her blood? Ada doesn't fight to get her shit back. Some people said this was flirting. Wrong. This is Ada seeking forgiveness after the fuck up of passing out in the middle of an active field by letting Wesker walk off with an infection sample. She then makes sure not to fuck up a second time in the same way, and she doesn't. She learns the signs of her parasite so in case she does pass out again, she'll be somewhere much less conspicuous. She listens for the changes in her environment and the feelings in her body and prepares herself for what's next.

-Ada saves Leon and Ashley for Luis' sake. I stated earlier that Ada's action to take the amber was for her own sake but ends up helping others. This is the exact situation going on when Luis talks about getting the suppressant. She needs the suppressant in order to do her job and kill the black robe so she can heal. It just so happens that Leon and Ashley need the suppressant for survival reasons too. They are an afterthought until Luis dies.

We watch Ada question Wesker and his plans all throughout this DLC, and she comes to her own conclusions after her experience working with him. She could've gotten the amber back and let the whole place blow into smithereens like Wesker intended. Who cares about the president's daughter? Who cares about another dead federal agent? Luis did. He cared so much he died for it, and just like that other clown in Raccoon City (aka her), she got emotionally attached. If there was anything she could've done for Luis to make his death mean something, it was this act.

-Ada sells Leon's jacket. This isn't analysis, but I thought this was funny as hell. ACAB! No exceptions! Freeze your tiddies off, Leon! I don't give a shit!

-Ada's new outfit is still better than her old one. It's still not the best they could've given her. I'm also not speaking from a fashion point of view when I say this. In the OG RE4 we see Leon in a jacket which is forcibly removed to show off his pecs to the ladies, but it clearly marks a colder time of year. OG RE4 Ada has arms out, legs out, and tits out because a hoe never gets cold. The sweater dress for the remake re-establishes that it's colder here because even Luis doesn't lose his jacket. Ashley doesn't lose her jacket either until they yoink it off her for ritual reasons. I still hate that the thigh high boots have that heel and would prefer the flats, but that's going to be in the complaint paragraph below.

-Capcom sexism at play once again. I don't give a shit about rigs and motion capture or whatever, her walk cycle was 2 adjustments from being full Bayonetta, and I hate it. The ass shots? Disrespectful. Her heels didn't have to be that high. Never heard of a kitten heel? They exist. The people who worked on RE3 Remake and worked on this DLC sure love to make a woman vomit don't they? Why the fuck was she so clean the entire game? She was being thrown around and tossed in the dirt a lot, but this woman's skin is shinier than a waxed apple. Either she has some wet wipes on hand, or god forbid women get filthy. Absolutely zero reason she shouldn't have been looking as rough as Leon by the time she gets on the helicopter! No reason at all!

That's all they wrote! I love Ada. I loved this DLC, and I loved the dynamics going on here even though I hated every time Wesker was on screen or opened his mouth at all.

As much as I would love to expand this post and go further into the changed Ada and Leon relationship, I frankly hate all the takes I've been seeing so much on either side of the Aeon debate. I hate the ongoing conversation around it so much that I don't know if I want to discuss this at all. The Aeon should've gotten this if not for Luis and Ashley side and the Aeon is dead side going back and forth with each other? All of you put on your clown noses! None of you are looking at this situation objectively to see where the lines cross and where they run alongside each other, and frankly I'm tired! I could clear this whole table off so both of you can get exactly what you want based on what you're not actually interpreting from this media, but I won't! Kill each other!

[what-have-i-unleashed]

rivers of red

surprise update for mermaid bunny!! my inspiration do be sporadic lol

anyway, here's to more toxicity between these fucked up skeletons >:3

(cw: violence, toxic relationship, mentions of abuse and suicidal ideation)

it has been weeks and killer still hasn't stepped foot outside of the castle even once.

the others frequently do for their missions. but when it comes to killer, he's always left behind. no one has given him a clear reason yet, and cross, easily the worst liar of them all, has told him to bring it up to dust since he's the nominally their second-in-command. as if killer would ever trust that creep, really.

but having nothing to do except roaming the castle and occasionally going down to the dungeons to ramble at their unfortunate prisoners (more like food source for nightmare) have lost their charm. killer is dying of boredom, being trapped in an empty castle for days on end. it feels weird not being utilized according to his function - he feels as if he's done something wrong. isn't what nightmare has brought him here for? to be an instrument of calamity?

yeah, but shouldn't you feel good about not having to kill anyone anymore? one of the voices in his head inquires.

who cares? it's in your name, killer, another voice crows. maybe kill them all and then nightmare will see your potential.

"i'm not killing anyone here. nightmare won't like that," killer says out loud, as there isn't anyone here to tell him he's crazy for doing so. unlike someone in the gang.

is staying here so bad?

it is! it's so booooring! you need something new, don't you?

but the world out there is such a horrible place! you will have to kill so many people if you step outside.

oh please! you are the most terrifying creature out there. no one will dare cross your path if they know what you're capable of. there's a reason they chose you after all.

killer tunes out the voices as they bicker back and forth. maybe they are right. maybe this is a test and he needs to prove himself in order to be let out of here. he doesn't want to stay here all docile and restless. he doesn't want to be treated like one of nightmare's little meals downstairs, trapped here and waiting for a rescue that will never come.

so when the gang finally comes back, against all his preservation instincts, he goes straight to dust in the great hall, who stills upon seeing him approach.

"we need to talk," he says to dust.

out of the corner of his eyes, he sees cross and horror lingering around, but they don't interfere, just like usual.

what? dust signs to him, strangely reserved.

"i want to go out on mission," killer replies.

i'm not in charge of assigning roles.

"you're nightmare's right-hand, aren't you? can't you just put in a good word for me?"

dust looks at him, his eyelights flickering. after a tense moment, he signs, no.

"what do you mean, no?" killer asks, but dust brushes past him. not letting him get away, killer grabs dust's arm. "hey, i'm talking to you!"

the air buzzing around them is the only warning killer has before he instinctively summons his knife as a barrage of bones shoots up from the ground, angling at his midriff. the attacks don't hit him directly as he softens the impact with his knife in the way. he grins at dust. so now they're speaking his language.

before he can jump at dust, someone grabs the back of his jacket.

"no fighting," horror's voice rumbles behind him. cross also appears in front of dust, saying something that he can't hear. the hooded skeleton seems to be shrinking into himself.

"he started it," killer sneers at no one particular. "if it's a fight he wants, then it's a fight he gets."

"don't be stupid," horror shakes him. "you break him, nightmare will break you."

"what?" killer smiles back at the one-eyed skeleton, all teeth. "little dusty there is his pet or what?"

everything momentarily freezes after what he said. horror's grip on his jacket tightens, and cross looks back at him. and dust - killer won't describe it, but the expression on his face is something else. it only prompts him to open his mouth to spit out more venom.

"you can't fight your own battles, dusty? always needing someone for you to hide behind, like the coward that you are?"

"killer, stop it," cross tells him, softly yet sternly at the same time. one of his arms hold out over dust, as if covering dust from the onslaught that killer is ready to unleash on him.

"even now, you have to have cross here to protect you," killer breaks away from horror's grip as he steps closer to his target. "don't you have shame? can you even call yourself our superior like this?"

dust doesn't reply. he doesn't even move from his spot, as cross resolutely stands between both of them.

"nothing to say, right-hand?" killer sneers.

"killer, that's enough," cross scowls.

"scram, guard dog," killer tilts his head at cross. "this is between me and him."

before cross can say anything, a familiar high whine echoes behind him. a purple light illuminates the hall for a second before the gaster blaster goes off. horror, cross, and killer have all teleported away to a safe distance just in time to see the blaster decimate half of the great hall. as the smoke dissipates, dust stands there, a crazed smile on his face. his bi-colored eyelights dart around and catch killer perching on a railing. killer feels something race through his body, the sensation of adrenaline coursing through his leylines that he has sorely missed. he reciprocates dust's smile with his own as he spins his knife in his hand and jumps.

the ensuing fight between the two of them is messy. killer can't exactly tell the intent between each blow dust delivers to him, but dust does fight like someone who wants to see him dead. dust's movements are jittery and unpredictable - he doesn't move like a regular monster for sure, but neither does killer. dust hesitates a lot mid-fight, his eyes flickering in its colors, but a smack to his face always gets him back into the mood quickly. his crazed grin wobbles at its corners more often the more the fight goes on. and killer notices.

when he sees dust takes a misstep and stumble back, killer swipes his knife at dust. the hooded skeleton's eye flares up, and killer anticipates a counter-attack of some sort - maybe a blue magic grab, maybe another intricate attack pattern that dust loves to do. but no, dust's flare only lasts for a second before it gives out, his eyelights fading back to white. his body relaxes as it falls into killer's knife, and on his face blooms a bloody half-smile. killer stares at it, startled.

he changes the angle of his knife at the last millisecond, the spine of the knife instead of the tip hitting dust's zygomatic bone. a small crack appears on dust's face, another injury on his banged up body. killer grabs dust's collar and pulls him up, the hooded skeleton unmoving like a puppet with its strings cut.

"... what was that?" killer whispers at dust, who remains unresponsive. it's like all his fight just escapes his body. the crack under his eye drips red onto killer's hand. his eyelights bore into killer's empty sockets.

let's just kill him, a voice pops into killer's head. the others will have no choice but make you their superior, right?

and then nightmare will kill us for sure. or worse, make us one of his fixture in the dungeons.

come on, do you really think so? what if the cracked head lied to us? you think nightmare keeps around this unstable coward for his abilities?

you really want to risk that?

dust continues to stare at him, not saying anything. not even a scared expression on his face. just eerily serene and smiling as he watches killer raise a knife right at one of his sockets.

after a while, killer throws away the knife and pushes dust away from him. dust crumbles among the mess they've made, and doesn't get up, his eyes still fixed on killer.

"... if you want to die, do it yourself," killer mutters under his breath before teleporting back to his own room.

he doesn't hear from the others for the rest of the day. he doesn't leave his room, opting to read his meager collection of books for the nth time. with no way to tell the time, he stays vigilant against the door of his room, waiting for the mute maniac to come back for revenge. or worse, nightmare. but dust never comes, the hallway outside of his room blessedly and strangely quiet.

it is a while when he hears a couple of knocks on his door, a muffled voice calling him.

"killer, it's horror. get up."

when killer opens the door, horror is standing in front of him with his arms crossed.

"what's the deal, big guy?" killer smiles, to which horror frowns slightly.

"you're gonna have your first mission with me today."

it takes killer a moment to absorb the words. "wait, really?" he says, stunned.

"unfortunately," horror turns to walk away, making killer follow him. "just a small espionage. don't mess it up."

killer beams, his steps having a little spring in it. as the duo passes by the living area, killer spots cross and dust sitting on one of the benches. cross is mumbling something to dust, his head angling down. dust's head abruptly turns and he locks eyes with killer for a second before killer walks past the living area completely.

as horror prepares the portal to their destination, killer can't help but think about what he's seen, his deformed soul feeling as much discomfited as he is able to. much as he tries, he can't remember dust being injured in his right eye at all yesterday.

And if a double-decker bus crashes into us To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die And if a ten tonne truck kills the both of us To die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

~ there is a light that never goes out - the smiths

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Okay idk if u wanna do this but May I request a crossover of vita Carnis and Mandela Catalouge headcanons?..

For Adam,Jonah and Mark. Basically they arrive at theyre s/o’s House..and find out they have a pet trimming named Meatloaf or something.s/o treat them like they’re baby like any pet owner would,what are they’re reactions?

Awwwwe yeah my two current analog horror fixations let's goooo

.......

Adam

He shows up at your door right as you were getting food for your pet.

It was especially important that you fed it at this particular time so it would settle down for the night...

But Adam's persistent knocking forces you to stop and answer the door, momentarily leaving it with an empty bowl.

"Adam? What are you doing here so late?"

"Did you get my message? Our client wants us to go to his place now. I got the salt and everything."

"...he's gonna have to wait a minute. I just gotta feed my pet and-"

"C'mon, babe. We can't lose this offer. I'm sure your pet's not gonna starve to dea-"

All of the sudden, both of you hear metal scraping and a loud whining noise that sounded like a dying animal, startling Adam while you just stare blankly at him. "You were saying?"

"..what the hell was that?????"

You decide it's better to just show him, so you go back inside and introduce him to your pet: a small six-legged fat lump of raw red meat with a collar around its neck.

"What the fuck is that?? An alien??"

"No, it's a Trimming. And their name is Meatloaf."

"....that literally explains nothing."

After feeding your Trimming and calming it down, you told Adam a little bit about its role in the Vita Carnis family.

Where you're from, they're common house pets, being even more popular than dogs or cats as they were docile and willing to eat anything.

When you're done explaining, he just stares at Meatloaf for a while, who's now swaddled in a blanket and curled up in your lap.

It looks kinda gross, but he is intrigued.

Apparently, it's trained to sniff out Mimics and scream when it detects one....which has saved your life on multiple occasions, and it did the same when it sensed an Alternate in your house not long after you moved here.

That's cool.

He thinks you should bring it on BPS assignments.

Jonah

On the other hand....

When you mentioned owning an exotic pet, Jonah didn't expect anything like this when he showed up uninvited, letting himself in with a spare key.

"Hey I brought some pizza for--WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, S/O?!!

Babe, please don't scream-"

"Am I tripping or is tHAT A FUCKING FETUS??!!!!" He points wildly to the Trimming sitting in your kitchen sink, covered in soap and looking saddened bc your bf interrupted bath time.

Meanwhile, you're pissed off by his yelling and covered its sensitive ears, glaring at him. "Will you calm down? This is a Trimming..you haven't heard of them?"

"No???? It looks like the goddamn chestburster from Alien! What is it?!!"

He was ready to run out of the house, but you convinced him to stay and you explained what a Trimming is, rinsing off the soap while doing so.

Poor guy's still trying to comprehend why (and how) a thing like this even exists, eyes wide as he watches you dry it off and care for it like you would a puppy or kitten.

It doesn't help that you call it "Meatloaf" and have a cute little bow on its collar/head.

Nothing you say will stop him from getting nauseous, suddenly losing his appetite for the pizza (especially since he got pepperoni and sausage on it).

You reassure him it's not gonna go to waste, instead feeding it to Meatloaf in bite-sized pieces.

Jonah's just in shock as it happily devours them with no hesitation, before it waddles back into your arms for cuddles.

You made it your mission to get him to hold it, trying to show him it's not scary at all.

It's....still a work in progress.

Mark

You knew exactly what he was gonna think of your Trimming.

So you explained what it was exactly, even showing him a photo so he's better prepared to meet it when he comes over.

The last thing you wanted was for him to scream "demon" and throw a bible at your sweet little nondemonic meat pet.

But still...he clams up when you greet him at the door, holding Meatloaf in one arm.

"O-Oh, it's..uh....cute...?" Mark tries his best to be polite, yet his face is as pale as a ghost's.

You're just relieved he didn't panic and cause a huge scene.

However, for a normally social creature...Meatloaf became unusually shy around him, flinching away when he attempted to pet it and whining if you put it down for too long.

It constantly followed you, refusing to be in the same room as him.

This keeps happening whenever he visits, and he's unsure what to do.

So one day he asks if it'll ever warm up to him.

"Oh! How could I forget? Trimmings usually like it when they're sorta "involved" in conversations..if that makes sense." You tell him. "Meatloaf probably thinks you're unfriendly because you talk to only me when you come over."

"....so..how do I fix that? By talking to it myself?"

"Yep!"

"Will it...understand me?"

"Not sure, but it just likes hearing chatter." You then speak to Meatloaf, scratching under its chin to stir it from sleep. "Hey, Loafy. My boyfriend wants to tell you something."

With the Trimming now looking at Mark, he feels...awkward, but he finally stutters something.

"H-Hey, uh...so I'm Mark. But you probably know that. S/o talks about me a lot and...uh....anyways we've been together for a few months. Sorry if I didn't seem that "friendly" to you, but I hope um...you...approve of us..?"

He trails off as it shifts out of your hold and climbs into his lap, curling up and cooing happily.

His eyes are HUGE and he's filled with fear(tm), but eventually makes the brave decision to pat its fleshy head, hearing it...purring?

Then you see his smile.

You're extremely happy about this bonding moment and had to snap a picture of the two.

'Yeah, this one's definitely for the books'

[dancingdonatello]

Hullo! May I request the turtles together or just Leo with a paranoid reader? In the sense that they're usually calm and bold, but leaving their bedroom door open at night with no lights makes them feel unsettled/uneasy. I've been having that problem and now I'm typing this at 2am with a light on, and it's usually only when the door is open lmao? I don't mind any format! It's okay if this isn't really inspiring anything, I don't mind if this isn't answered! Thank you though if you do!

rise leo x paranoid reader 

“Leo,” you whispered harshly into the dark. “Leo.”

He woke up with a snort, shifting beside you in the bed. “…What?”

You stared into the hallway. “Do you see something out there?” You raised your blanket up higher as if it would shield you.

Leo didn’t answer.

“Leo.”

“What.” He rolled onto his side, sleepily glowering at you in the dark. “There’s nothin’ there.”

“You didn’t even look.” You stared into the dark, right at something that appeared to be even darker. It was definitely a person or a demon waiting to attack you.

Leo sighed sleepily.

“Will you wake up?” you hissed out a sharp breath, watching as the shadow moved. “Leo, Leo, Leo—”

Leo stomped out of bed and turned on the lights.

In the hallway, there was a coat hanging from the closet door. Not a person or a demon. Just a coat.

Leo watched you expectantly.

How far had you fallen from your dignity? Since when had you and Leo switched roles? He was supposed to be the ridiculous one and you were meant to be the sensible one.

You said nothing as he flicked the lights back off.

Instead of being left with your usual paranoia of the dark, you were left with your thoughts of horror. Maybe the Leo next to you wasn’t really Leo. Maybe he was a fake or an alien pretending to be your mutant boyfriend. (You were definitely still left with your usual paranoia.)

The figure in the hall moved again. You were once again convinced it wasn’t a coat.

—

You swore you heard the front door open. You had already shaken Leo awake and ordered him to bring out his sword, frantically motioning to the open door of your bedroom.

Not taking any chances, he listened and took his swords. He left the bedroom, stalking through the house for any intruders.

He came back with an exhausted look and collapsed onto the bed, sword still in hand. It sliced through your pillow.

“Did you kill them?” you whispered.

“Nobody broke in.” Then he was snoring.

—

Then, of course:

“I think I’m having a stroke.”

It was 2am. You and Leo had binged a show and stayed up late. You had a headache and slurred speech. You looked up your symptoms and Google assigned you a disease.

“I want roses for my funeral.”

“Roses?” Leo sleepily murmured. “For a funeral?”

“I don’t know any other flower,” you admitted sadly. You were dying. You had no time left to learn any other flower. Or maybe your stroke was making you forget. “We have to go to the hospital.”

Leo sneezed loudly before starting to snore.

[iri-desky]

Oooooh I saw your reblog on my post and I'm intrigued to see what you can do! >:D

If you have the time, I would like to request for a Horropedia x fem!reader for a headstart... Maybe specifically with the reader also wearing glasses? It would be funny if he asked if the design is from any movie and stuff XP

No rush and good luck! 🙌

Thank you so much for the ask, yay! I tried my best. And sorry for the wait! I had school finals ;-; Didn't really have much time nor energy to write--nonetheless, I enjoyed this!

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(◇BESPECTACLED ◇)

♡ Horropedia x Fem!Bespectacled! Reader

♡ Type: Narrative, One-Shot-- Reader Self Insert (denoted by (y/n))

♡ Genre: Romantic Fluff

♡ Content Warnings: None!

Enjoy~

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"I'll admit, I can absolutely say the first X-Ray Monkeyman movie is fantastic, although the second film is compartively sub par..."

It was a quiet evening, sunlight flowing through the windows and painting the room in scarlet and tangerine. Within the pallid walls of the foundation, you were assigned the blandest of paperwork.

Well, it would've been a quiet evening if it weren't for Horropedia's--your best friend and current coworker-- perpetual chatter.

His voice tends to carry, Horropedia's, although nonetheless you didn't quite have the heart to silence his persistent jibber-jabbering. The absolute glow on his face whenever he discussed one of his favorite horror movies or was asked about the latest horror debate was incomparable to anyone you've ever seen, a gleaming grin on his face as his glasses shimmered with a tiny, piquant starlight in the evening sun. Eyes like honey, delicate and sweet, and an intellect, serrated, sharp.

Indeed, he had not a tint malevolence of in his jabbering or gaze, just passion.

"Hey! ... (y/n)? Earth to Miss (y/n)! You alright there?...It looked like you're looking straight into the void. Careful, the void stares back should you gaze too long," He chuckled heartily, taking a swig of his coffee.

"What? Oh, nothing." You muttered, shaking your head-- you blinked rapidly in the light of the sun, attempting to reorient yourself. "Lost in my thoughts. But, anyway, I still think the second movie's better than the first." You chuckled.

He smirked as he processed your counterclaim. "Actually, while I can respect your point, the first film is definitely better than the first. Scares are higher quality, the actors give a more believable performance..."

"Well, didn't the second film have better marketing?"

"Not quite. While the second film had a more active marketing campaign, the first one was more successful. In fact, in one of their first screenings, they sold limited edition glasses similar to the pivotal artifacts from the movie. It was only sold at the premiere, it was a huge success... in fact, these glasses aren't ordinary spectacles," He stated, proudly, pushing up his own glasses. "They were in fact the glasses sold at its premiere!"

"Oh, wait," He said excitedly, rushing over to you, "Those glasses look familiar... did you get them from the film's premiere? I did, myself--" He slipped off his glasses and stepped in front of you, proudly presenting the inner pattern of the frames to you, bumping shoulders with you. He was so absorbed in his ramblings, he didn't notice the streak of pink dashing across your face. "They may not look like much, but see here? This inner pattern--it's highly distinctive!"

Your face brightened at his enthusiasm. "I don't think so, but I guess you can look sometime."

He turned up to you, and slipped on his glasses again. "Wait, lemme see here for a second-"

Before you had a moment to object, he stepped right in front of your face and was peering to the side, in an attempt to see the inner rims--in doing so, he bumped noses with you as you gasped in surprise. It took him about three seconds to realize what he was doing.

One -- he touched noses with you, brilliant eyes amber in the dying sunlight, enthralled by his passions.

Two -- he peered to the side, searching for that telltale pattern in pure, analytical fascination.

Three -- he pulled a strand of hair out of your face, behind your ear, his movements, delicate.

It was to get a better view.

After that final moment ticked by, there was a beat as Horropedia stared at your face. Then his cheeks flooded with fuschia, his eyes growing wide as saucers. His hands began to shake.

"Oh." That's all he could stutter out.

For once, he had nothing to say.

"...I guess I'll...I'll...um..."

He slowly slipped off your glasses, taking a step back--just one.

He then, shakily, slipped off his own.

He stared down at the two pairs in his hands.

"...nope...haha...yours aren't the souvenirs..."

You couldn't speak.

His head tilted up again into your direction, glancing up at you as he continued to awkwardly fumble with both your glasses in his hands.

"...(y/n)?"

"...mm-hmm?"

"...Have I ever told you...uh...you look...look...I love the way you look...with...uh...your eyes with...your eyes are really gor--gorgeous with no glasses and your glasse-"

He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. You had cut him off when your lips touched his.

It was a gentle, saccharine kiss, his supple lips meeting yours with adoring pressure and fast succession. His kiss was zealous, albeit pure--and clearly, he didn't mind it at all.

He was so absorbed into the kiss that, several moments later, both of your glasses clattered to the floor from his hands.

He dragged himself away, his visage frazzled and--to say it plainly, an absolute blushing mess.

"...Whoops," He chuckled, reluctantly bending down to scoop up both of your spectacles. He handed yours over, hands still shivering. "I--I believe these are yours." He said with an awkward grin as he shoved on his own glasses, brushing stray hairs out of his face.

You grappled your own glasses in your hands, an involuntary smile tugging at your lips.

"...(y/n)?" He asks.

"Yeah?"

"... thanks for listening to my stupid questions."

You step back up closer to him, his flustered expression a badge of his affection.

"It's my pleasure," You smile. "And, Horropedia?"

"...yes?"

"... would you like to take your glasses off again for a second?"

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I had a great time writing this, but just FYI that this is my first request anywhere! So definitely feel free to give me some feedback. Hope you enjoyed!!

[kokorosfanfics]

May I request an nsfw Taka x reader first time one shot?

I've been really into Taka lately. Hope you like this! -Mod Kokoro

Kiyotaka Ishimaru x fem!S/O first time. NSFW!

"And that's all our homework done!" Taka beamed out happily. You and your boyfriend would always go to his place after school to do your homework together, and spend the rest of the time doing other kinds of activities. Usually it was studying, or maybe you found a nice movie to watch. Sometimes you found a video game. Or, you made food together. This time though, things would go a lot differently. Way differently.

You got up to stretch your limbs, relieved to be done with that dreadfully long biology homework. It was brutally long, difficult, and sometimes you wondered if they just tossed random words together to sound like intellectuals when they just weren't.

"I think we're both pretty tired after that assignment. Movie?" Taka asked cheerfully. Truthfully, this assignment was child's play to him, but he wanted to be considerate.

"Yeah. Movie sounds good. Let's see what's on." You made your way to the sofa while your boyfriend fetched the remote.

He sat next to you, one arm around you to hold you close, while the other hand used the remote to boot up the TV. You had your head rested on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around him to snuggle into him. He began to flip through channels.

"I don't think horror is good on a school night, we've already seen this sci-fi, maybe a good fantasy is- OH MY GOD!" Taka flinched and dropped the remote. The loud volume combined with perfect timing lead to the sight of a romance movie in the middle of a sex scene.

Flustered, Taka began to scramble for the remote, face blushing madly, his face as red as his gorgeous eyes. You on the other hand, stared wide eyed at the screen, your face heated, and desire welling up inside you. You thought of what it would be like to do those things with Taka. You wondered if he ever thought about it too. Subconsciously, you began to rub your legs together as you thought about it.

"THERE! I-IT'S OFF NOW!" The TV was immediately shut off, and Taka breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait, S/O are you alright? Your face is very red!" He gently pressed his hand to your forhead.

"N-No love, I'm fine. Just um, I was kind of thinking, well about that movie scene..." You wanted to ask if he ever thought of doing those things, if he wanted to do it with you. But you felt so nervous. What if he was weirded out? Taka was loving though, so would he really?

"Oh? Did it bother you? I'm sorry, I should've had better grip of the remote."

"N-No, not that, but um, the thing they were doing, well..." You looked down, too nervous to complete your sentence.

"S/O..." Taka eyes widened. Were you suggesting what he thought he was suggesting? He's definitely thought of having you in his bed, doing what couples do, but the thought it could happen.

"Um, it's fine. We can pretend that didn't happen." You were too nervous.

"N-No... I get what you're trying to ask. I want to take our relationship to the next level." He told you, placing his arms around you.

You looked up at him. "R-Really?" You asked, excitement burning within you, heating up like a volcano.

"Yes, love." He looked at you with love and passion in his eyes. He pulled you in for a kiss, a deep, passionate and fiery kiss. But also gentle and sweet. You melted into his sweet kiss, throwing your arms around his neck. His wet tongue met yours, and they danced between your mouths together.

He scooped you up in his arms as he began to carry you to his bed. He laid you down gently, admiring your blushing face.

"S/O...." He whispered. "I've been wanting to show you how much I love you for a while now."

Taka began to gently take off your clothing, enjoying more and more of your body coming into view as he undressed you.

"You're so beautiful, S/O. So gorgeous." He began to move his hands across your breasts, and you moved your hands to his shirt. You were dying with anticipation to see your beloved Kiyotaka shirtless, and to see him completely naked. Before you knew it, your wish was granted, and you saw the most ripped and muscular sight imaginable before your eyes. His body was gorgeous beyond words.

"Taka.~ You're so gorgeous. So sexy. I want you." You moaned to him.

He kissed your delicate lips. "I want you too, my love. I want to make love to you all night." He tenderly groped your breasts, rubbing your nipples as he kissed you from your jawline to your neck. He kissed, sucked, and nibbled until he found your most sensitive spot. You moaned out his name in your angelic, wanting voice. He continued to focus intently on that spot that got you going. Taka loved to study and analyze, and his beloved was no exception. He was going to find what made you holler out and moan the most. He left his mark on your neck, a hickey, from him to you, just for you. He bestowed a kiss to it before he went to suck your nipple. He sucked just hard enough that you felt the pressure of his mouth and tongue on you, and his fingers took care of your other nipple. You gently took a fistful of his hair, moaning out his name. He let go of your nipple, and began to leave kisses from your nipple all the way down to your entrance. He took his fingers and spread apart your folds to reveal your clit. He gave it just one lick, and you could feel the shudders up your spine.

"You taste so good. So, so good. I love you S/O." He said before he dived his head down to stick his tongue into you.

"Ahh~ Oh Taka~ Your mouth feels so good.~" You breathed out. Taka began to taste every inch of your sex, licking and sucking your sweet juices. The taste was indescribable to him. It felt as if he were dining on a world class five star meal. He wanted nothing more than to pleasure you, to show his undying love and devotion for you.

So, he added his fingers to the mix. He began to stretch you slowly and gently, making you feel even more pleasure from this act. His fingers felt so wonderful. Stretching you out just perfectly, pleasuring you all the way. Soon, you felt a heat building up inside you. Your climax was nearing.

"I'm getting close~ Oh Taka!~" You cried out, clenching around his fingers and tongue.

"That's right my love. Let me taste more of you. Come on.~" He used his free hand to squeeze one of your thighs, encouraging you to release. Before you knew it, you had climaxed on him. He sucked up all of your juices, slurping up as much as he could, and off his fingers.

You panted after coming down from your high, and you knew what was next. Taka rose up to hover above you, and kissed you tenderly, but passionately. You looked down to see his member, fully erect and big. You went wide eyed at the knowledge it would soon be inside you, filling you up.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt. I'll be gentle, I promise." Your beloved pressed his forehead to yours, reassuring you.

You nodded your head. "I trust you, Taka. Take me, please." You whispered up at him with lovingly and pleading eyes.

He kissed you once more before he began to lift your legs up. "Alright. I will. I'm going to."

He began to slowly inch himself into you, careful not to hurt you. He knew how big he was, and he was going to stretch you. He was going to fill you completely.

"Mmmm~ Taka it's huge. It feels really good." You moaned out.

He had fully entered you now. Completely sheathed in your body. Twitching in anticipation, wanting to thrust already.

"Are you ready? I'm going to start now."

"Yes. I'm all yours, take me." You told him.

So he did. He began to slowly move in and out of you, and each time he went back in, he went just a little harder. He began to pick up the pace, going faster and harder into you, all while telling you how much he loves you.

"S/O, your the best thing that happened to me. I love you so much. I want to be with you forever, and ever and ever. I love you so, so much!" Every word he spoke made him go harder and faster into you, so hard and so good.

"Oh Taka, I love you too. I love you so much, I want you forever!~" You hollered out, hands clawing at his back.

You felt that same heat rising in you once again, but more intense. You knew you'd come soon again. Taka knew it too. He felt you clenching around him, and so he began slamming into you. He bent your legs further down, so he could plummet deeper into you.

You were met with the most satisfying orgasm you could ever even dream of. You cried out your lovers name, feeling yourself ascend, your eyes roll back, and you came undone all over him. He was getting close too. Very soon he'd be joining you in release.

He bent down and kissed you with love and passion, his tongue deep inside as he came. He orgasmed into you, filling you with his seed. The two of you were making out as you both slowly came down from your ascension into bliss.

Soon, the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of your wet, passionate kisses. After a good long while of it, Taka slowly pulled out of you.

You both smiled lovingly and looked in each other's eyes.

"Never forget how much I love you, S/O."

"Never forget how much I love you too, Taka."

He fell beside you, pulling the blankets over the both of you before pulling you into a loving and tight embrace.

"Goodnight, S/O." Your love told you with a kiss on the forehead.

"Goodnight, my love." You said before nuzzling into him and your eyes fluttering shut.

This was just the start of more passionate nights to come.

[cc-cobalt-1043]

The signalman (A thomas and friends horror story)

It was Halloween night on the Brendam branchline and it's occupants had gathered at the sheds to listen to Edward's ghost stories.

Edward, Eric, Adam, Desiel, Donald and Douglas were resting inside the main berths while Michael, Tyler, Salty, Porter, Derek, Boco, Frank, Bill and Ben were crowded around or on the turntable.

The engines listened as Edward finished his story.

"Another good story Edward." Desiel complimented.

"I do my best, but I have to ask, do any of you have any stories to tell, I wouldn't mind a break for a bit." Edward said.

"I have one, about a signalman back on the London South Western." Adam said.

"I don't know Adam, how can a signalman be scary?" Eric asked.

"Well, want me to tell it?" Adam asked

"Go on Adam, I'm sure it'll be good." Douglas encouraged.

"Alright, here we go.

"Back when I worked on the LSWR me and some my brothers were assigned to a peaceful little branchline out in the countryside, we worked alongside an older engine named Claudius who was a lot like a father figure to me in my early days." Adam said.

There was a long tunnel on the branch and according to the engines there used to be a signal box just next to it, however it wasn't there now." He said.

One night:

Adam was preparing to take an evening goods train when Claudius came over.

"Hello Adam, you about to leave?" Claudius asked.

"Yeah, I'm leaving in a couple of minutes." Adam said.

He thought for a moment before looking at Claudius.

"Claudius, what's this I keep hearing about a signal box near the tunnel?" Adam asked.

Claudius sighed then explained.

"That old box was ran by signalman Charlie Dickson, he was a nice fellow but was also strange, according to him he kept seeing visions of himself dying, in these visions he claimed a train would hit the box and kill him." Claudius said.

The present:

"He kept seeing his death?" Frank asked, the class 60 looking at Adam confused.

"Apparently so." Adam said.

"Did anyone make fun of him?" Ben asked.

"Oh plenty did apparently." Adam said.

He sighed.

"The joke was on them though." He added.

Flashback:

"I'm sad to say though he was correct, not long after he started having these visions a passenger train derailed and crashed into his box killing him  instantly." Claudius said.

"And it didn't end there either, a few weeks later an engine broke down at the tunnel's bore, he claimed to have not only seen the ghost of the engine heading into the tunnel but also the ghost of Charlie Dickson watching, and according to other engines who've broken down in the tunnel parts of their trains have disappeared, although nothing is confirmed." Claudius said.

" Don't worry Claudius, no ghost is going to spook me." Adam said.

Adam soon set out.

Later that night:

Line controller Willie Nixon was worried, Adam had meant to arrive over half an hour ago with his train it wasn't like him at all.

After waiting a few more minutes he sent out a works crew and an engine to investigate.

Adam had broken down in the tunnel, he had just begun to doze off when the crew arrived.

"You alright Adam?" one of the workmen asked.

"Yeah, can we get out of here?" Adam asked nervous

The crew nodded and coupled Adam to the rescue engine.

The engine soon returned to yard were Willie greeted them.

"Adam, are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes sir, just got a bit nervous earlier." Adam said.

He recounted what Claudius had told him.

Willie chuckled fondly.

"Don't believe everything you hear Adam, that story is just an urban legend, what really happened is-" Willie began.

"Hey, you're a few short." The yard foreman called.

"What do you mean?" Adam asked confused.

He looked back, his train was indeed missing it's last few vans.

"How, I never stopped to uncouple any." He said surprised.

He suddenly reacted a startling conclusion.

"Unless...." He said.

No one said a word.

At the tunnel:

An engine steamed into the tunnel vanishing from sight just as it entered the tunnel, a lone figure watching it in the distance.

[themswritinwords]

Past/Current/Next WIP Game

This looked way too fun, so I'm hopping on an open tag from @blind-the-winds. Gonna no-pressure tag @northernrosewritings, @hayatheauthor, and, of course, passing on the open tag! (That means you!)

Rules: past is a WIP you stopped working on/finished; current is a WIP you're currently working on; next is a WIP you want to write

Past

I was gonna go for Ethan Ellis, since it's the only one that's officially done in the sense of "in a publishable shape and currently being queried." But then I thought about my first love, Shadows of Flame.

It's post(-near)-apocalyptic high fantasy, wherein the King's right hand man, Ayris, is living a lie. For his own safety, of course, but a lie nonetheless. See, Ayris can do magic. If he'd been around 20 years ago, this would have made him one of the Irriman. Only around 20 years ago, one of the Irriman went off the deep end and tried to take over the known world. She nearly succeeded, too. After having murdered, subsumed, mind controlled, or otherwise squashed all opposing Irriman voices, stealing all their magic for her own in the process, she marched her army of unfailingly loyal supernatural freaks across the continent, steamrolling everyone and everything that wouldn't submit to her rule. An alliance between the three largest and strongest nations managed to stop her. By stop her, I mean kill her. Which is great news, unless you're Ayris. Because not only has he lived his whole life having to hide his powers for fear of getting murdered as a potential threat, it turns out it didn't work. She's back, and she's got her sights set on revenge-- and Ayris.

If we go back to the earliest iterations, I've been working on this one for 15 years. Of course, I don't want anyone going back to those earliest iterations, and I will start torching old notebooks to make sure that doesn't happen. But my point is that I have a special place in my heart for Ayris. I was working on this one in its current unfinished iteration when I had my child 4 years ago, but put it on hold just after covid lockdowns when I realized the pacing I'd had set out just wasn't working. There was more to it than that, but that was the biggest issue I couldn't seem to get past. So I shelved it. But you can't keep a good WIP down, so it'll soon be out of "past" and into "present," and I'm so excited! I've figured out what needs to change, I have a plan, and I even have most of an outline. (Amazing what 2 years on the shelf will do, eh?) But it's gonna have to wait, because....

Present

The Rockbridge Experiment. Urban fantasy meets Southern Gothic, with just enough "dude that's messed up" to toe the line of horror crossover.

Evan Grant is a detective. For now, anyway. She was pretty close to quitting altogether, especially when she got this assignment. Fae in the human district. What could possibly go wrong? A lot, as it turns out, and none of it in the way she expected. When she's paired up with a half-dwarf and a dying elf to solve a string of kidnappings and murders, Evan's whole belief system gets put to the test. The elf just so happens to be able to see the future, which might be handy if they weren't living in a world where magic was hunted to extinction several thousand years ago. Worse, those kidnappings and murders are starting to smell an awful lot like a drunken uncle's favorite dinner table conspiracy theory- that there's folk out there running horrible experiments to try and bring magic back. Evan and her new partners have to solve these cases quickly and quietly, or risk upsetting the delicate balance of human-Fae relations, quite possibly unpausing a particularly uneasy cold war. Add in an undead (maybe possessed) terrorist, the literal monsters in the shadows, and a millennia-old, quite-possibly-all-powerful baddie pulling strings they didn't even know existed, these kids are about to have one heck of a time.

"But wait!" I hear you cry. I thought that was one of the finished ones! And to that I say, "you're right! But I'm rewriting it!" Not editing, rewriting. Why? Because the first draft was, I kid you not, 365k words.

And yes, I may have had three separate alpha readers binge it in less than 3 days and come back asking where the sequel is, and yes, I spent a long time crying in the shower about how much I didn't want to change a dang thing because do you have any idea how long it takes to write 365000 words??? But as much as I love my slow-burn, takes-its-time, thoughtful-exploration-experience version, it's never getting published like this. Hard stop. It's just not. It took a lot of shower tears, but I've accepted that.

I've also learned a thing or two about the craft of storytelling since finishing it the first time, as well as over the course of finishing it the first time--- my writing style matured a lot from the front half to the back, and it unfortunately shows. So did my understanding of story structure, my characters, my own worldbuilding, etc. So I know now what's extraneous and where I want these characters to go, and I had just enough alpha reader feedback to know what landed the way I wanted it to and what didn't. I know what I need to do to make it as tight, coherent, and impactful as possible. So rewrites are underway, and we're not stopping til we've chopped this sucker at least in half! Which isn't to say it's gonna become a novella, not by any means. My best estimate right now is still sitting around 120k, but at least that's within the realm of "non-debut normal-ish" for the genre.

Future

I could cheat and say Shadows of Flame again, because I'm gonna start working on that one as soon as I get Rockbridge settled. But I like having two or three active non-editing WIPs at a time, so I'll also put in a plug for my next brainworm hyperfixation, which I'm currently calling "Fantasy Escort Mission, but with Babies, Goats, and Demons."

Okay, there's only one each of those, but our protagonist Ayla Severin, gets saddled with all three. She only knows about the baby and the goat, though, because the demon is bound to the baby's bodyguard. Why does the baby have a bodyguard, you ask? Because it's the infant prince of the neighboring kingdom. With whom Ayla's country is at war. Because a rebel faction framed Ayla's nation for the murders of the entire royal family. The baby, however, escaped (thanks, bodyguard!), and is living proof of the framing. If Ayla's team can get the prince back to the members of government who weren't part of the coup, they might be able to stop the war and bring the rebels to justice. Unfortunately, the only possible way they're getting across enemy lines without getting caught is through a wilderness so inhospitable that both countries gave it up as hopeless decades ago. That would be hard enough for an elite force of highly-skilled commando soldiers, but this is a baby we're talking about. An orphaned baby, and orphaned babies have to eat, so along comes the milking goat. And the demon? Well, it's certainly not going to be making things any easier, but just what it is up to is anyone's guess. Ayla gets to sort all of that out while also battling her own, less literal demons-- the grief of losing her little family, and the guilt that comes along with it.

So keep a look out in the next few months for early brainrot re: my many Plots, Schemes, and Homemade Blorbos, because I'm super excited about literally all of these!

[zh-lele]

zh-lele's wips

□ here's a list of my wips so I can keep track of them and my progress, and in case any of you (my followers) are interested in a story and wants to let me know (this encourages me to work on them even more!)

□ please keep in mind I don't know when I'll publish any of these, but I'm planning on finishing them all eventually.

□ send me an ask or leave a comment if you want to know more about a story/want to join a taglist! <3

untitled wip #1 (m)

vampire!doyoung x club dancer!mc x vampire!johnny | supernatural & horror

About: In a decaying world, mc is terrified of dying. And what do you do when you want to live eternally? In your head it's pretty simple: you get with your vampire boss and get him to turn you; that you'll have to kill him if you want to keep his fortune is just a minor detail. But, wait! You better get to him before he gets to you first.

Status: 8600 written words

Expected release date: No idea 'cuz this fic will be long as fuck

untitled wip #2

demon!jaehyun x reader | supernatural, comedy & romance (i guess???)

About: When Jaehyun was assigned his mission to become a demon, he never imagined he'd be stuck in limbo for what felt like an eternity, tormenting poor living souls in every possible reality until his superiors decided he'd be ready to work in the big leagues. Sometimes, he thinks he should've just listened to the angels and turned around to enjoy a peaceful afterlife in heaven. That's until he's assigned his last poor living soul, and he starts to doubt if he really wants to ruin your life and never see you again—even if it meant getting banished from the kingdom.

Status: planning

no expected release date

untitled wip #3 (m) | taeyong's part of my 'drifting' series

(was originally titled 'Dancing in my backseat' but there's a big chance I'll be changing it)

street racer!taeyong x reader | romance & angst

About: Find out the reasong why Johnny's gang got separated and get to know Taeyong better while he's still alive.

little preview & drifting masterlist | extra content: taeyong's film archive

Status: outlined

no expected release date

free fall | yuta's part of my 'drifting' series

street racer!yuta x fem reader | romance

About: Running away from all the drama of the past few years, Yuta moves to start a new life in Japan. This time, he hopes he can find some tranquility, opening his own garage in the outskirts of the city. If luck is on his side, he'll finally find love too.

little preview & drifting masterlist

Status: outlined

no expected release date

untitled wip #4 (m)

yangyang x fem reader | romance & angst

About: Another college story about how you (almost) got your heart broken by a player.

Status: planning

no expected release date

[lakesbian]

Sorry, I’m the one who asked the awakening question. You posted some thoughts about the start of 1.7 a couple of days ago, so figured you had finished the chapter by this point. Again, sorry about that, I’ll be more careful in the future.

ohh fair assumption. yeah i didn't think he was gonna do it that soon i thought he was going to get into some more silly shenanigans with the gang (rose) first. and also i am the slowest reader on the planet at times due to comical amounts of executive dysfunction and propensity for distraction. it's no prablem. anyway here's my thoughts about their different metaphorical assignments 2 the items as per requast:

the dagger: "war" is an obvious and common concept 2 ascribe to weaponry, nothing much interesting to note about this one. if i really wanted to read into it i could suggest that they went for "war" instead of "murder" or whatever because war/mass-scale conflict is already on the mind due to they sort of just got dropped into the middle of of a magical battlefield + have nukes to cold war w/ on hand.

hourglass: to quote blake, "Something we didn’t have enough of, something dangerous, foremost in our thoughts, with its association to Laird."

dreamcatcher: blake picks like. the most basic-level interpretation possible (dream), whereas rose's "fate" read indicates that fate has already been smth on her mind. i'm not great at reading into rose yet but there is the whole thing where blake actually has a life outside of The Horrors, despite still being fated to experience 'em, but rose exists pretty solely because of The Horrors. i think she's feeling the pressure of fate much more than blake is + is more concerned w/ the future overall than him and subsequently brings it up here

skull: "doom" from blake and "death" from rose are largely synonymous but i Can get something out of this. i've mentioned before that i don't think blake has fully processed the consequences for a misstep--he's aware of them, but he hasn't genuinely processed them imo. he's very "one step at a time" about everything and very prone to making hasty decisions when he feels trapped, immobile, or like he's not doing anything, and he explicitly counts "sitting down and researching" as "not doing anything." every time he wants to make a rapid decision--or just goes ahead w/ one w/o rose's consent--she's the one to express outright fear of death*, whereas he's more concerned with reducing his immediate psychological stressors (i.e feeling immobile). i think this indicates that he's thinking in significantly vaguer terms (i.e "doom") whereas she's extremely concerned about concrete possible outcomes (like Literally Dying if blake runs off and gets himself killed).

*i think death will probably seem like one of the more pleasant things that could've happened to them later on but i digress

coin: this one is p straightforward. while they obviously both have the same shitty family, blake is a man who subsequently didn't actively fight for the inheritance as a child, so he already doesn't have the same negative association w money rose does. in addition to that, he already absconded from his family when he was 17, and after time spent being homeless + being in very poor financial shape even after he gets an apartment, he associates the idea of money significantly more with positive emotions and good luck than with the inheritance. rose, however, never left home like blake did + was a girl who was expected to fight for it. she witnessed firsthand everything the promise of the money did to the family. hence: blake associates money w/ fortune, rose associates it with ruin.

rose: this one is. exceedingly straightforward, to blake a rose means his grandmother + rose (family), to rose a rose means herself. adding this one to my brain soup alongside padraic's rose metaphor and stirring but i'll need more data points to write anything coherent. I Am Remembering though.

also someone wanted to know my thoughts on maggie so far. i don't really know anything abt her i only saw her for 2 seconds but i think it's so fucking funny that wildbow made Her the part of pact that gets referenced in worm and not blake. like blake is so sopping pathetic that despite being the protagonist he doesn't even get a feature when his own damn book is being easter-egged somewhere else. sorry blake you're just not personable enough. maggie is all plucky and charming and says things like "drat." all you do is stumble around cursing and bleeding. you don't have being a YA protagonist in you.

[mistwraiths]

3 stars

While this book wasn't awful nor hard to push through except for the last 20% because I was ready for it to be over, I do kind of wish I DNF'd because ultimately I didn't really care.

I love sci-fi and aliens so I was expecting to like this book. The worldbuilding, the science and what not doesn't make much sense and ultimately, I was left very confused half the time and looking at the big plot holes the other half. The idea of a reality changing machine or whatever existing is a very fascinating concept but don't ask me to explain how it works or what shadow engines are or shadow jumps or subreal flashes or how the "Princes of the Wisdom" do their things.

None of the characters are really likable at all but I can see that the authors is showing that they're unfortunately products of their fascist, homophobic, racist, etc upbringing especially Kyr because she's essentially a TERRIBLE person and a bully and in the beginning does truly unlikable things such as misgendering; violence against a cuffed alien, and more. I will say I do think her slow come around was done fairly well although it was extremely heavy handed in the last bit.

All the side characters aren't great either, the ones who seemed maybe different are her brother and the nursery assigned girl who actually don't get a lot of focus. I actually felt sorry for how awful Yiso is treated but I LEGIT don't know anything about them??? I don't even understand how they're friendly after one or two little trips into the Wisdom (don't understand that). Avi was the worst but fascinating because he was always choosing AWFUL options and being the biggest bitch ever.

I will give credit to the BIGGEST plot twist I definitely didn't see coming.

However, in my opinion, the execution of what potential could have made this book so cool was that it felt poorly and shallowly done. My big issues is that this book only touches briefly on the things it explores. The biggest plot twist is that the Wisdom just REMAKES reality with Kyr's help. They literally CHANGE IT. It's so freaking cool of a concept. I would have liked to see more grappling with this decision of learning about Kyr and being Valerie. It seems a little ridiculous to me that everyone is mainly alive, I'm sorry but Kyr and her friends were purposely planned for humanity in the last reality so why would most be alive in the reality where people didn't have to plan and could just choose??? Kyr's genetic mother wasn't even pregnant before shit went down in the other reality? Why would her twin be when her father could potentially be completely different from whatever gene pool they picked?? Cleo?? Lisa?? Avi Like how??? And like Kyr learns and is immediately disgusted with this reality. Why???? Isn't this everything she could have hoped for?? Later when we go into a different reality, there's this symbiosis of Kyr and Val that honestly could have been really interesting internal tension or at least made to sound difficult or confusing or uncomfortable but isn't.

The ending is just very heavy handed "we gotta save everyone" because we're showing people "we are good now we think about others" that it gets a little eyeroll worthy. To be quite honest of the ending, I didn't like it. I do think Kyr dying would have been a great way to end it and Yiso because that would have been tragic and sad, but felt poignant. Then it's like jk!!!! the wisdom isn't completely dead!!! you get to live which really cheapens the attempted sacrifice of letting people escape the horror of Gaea Station without you.

So yeah. This book was just kind of mid. At least after the big plot twist the pacing picks up because things are finally having to happen and be dealt with. But overall? Not the cool sci-fi book I wanted it to be.

[cybernightart]

15 Questions and 15 Mutuals Tagged by @nitewrighter Were you named after anyone? funny story actually! I got my name because years before my dad met my mum, he had a dream about having a child with my name, and he was dead set on naming me that to the point he made sure none of my cousins were called the same name! When was the last time you cried? Like 2 days ago, I stumbled across one of those sad grim reaper comics with the animal spirits and those make me sob every time istg Do you have kids? Nope Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes, but I'm very obvious about it. I struggle when other people are sarcastic, I'm very bad at picking it up, so I try and make it easy for others when I do it What’s the first thing you notice about people? In person, it depends. Maybe what they are wearing or their hair if it dyed a funky colour. But usually I get a vibe about a person, like a gut instinct whether I think they are going to be a good person or not, and I'm right a majority of the time, but I give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Online though, same sorta thing. Except i get the gut feeling about the way they type or in general talk with people, and how they have their profiles/blogs decorated (if i look, which isn't guaranteed) What’s your eye colour? Dark brown! Scary movies or happy endings? I wish I could watch scary movies, but I can't handle them, though I love gore art and horror stuff. I just can't do scary games or movies. I love happy endings though, a sure fire way to make me hate a book or movie is to have a sad or otherwise bad ending. Even if I love the rest, if the ending is bad, I hate it all. I watch movies to feel good. I don't wanna finish a movie feeling worse then when i started it! Any special talents? I can do the clover thing with my tongue, I can roll my stomach, other than that I don't really know? Most of the things I can do are “special talents” I didn't know they weren't normal until someone told me. Where were you born? Scotland! Though unfortunately i lost my accent, as i moved somewhere else a few years back What are your hobbies? Apart from playing games and drawing, it really depends on my current hyper fixation. But I have done things like knitting, crochet, painting (water/acrylic), sculpting, collecting things, baking, jewelry making and more (wish I was better at writing though, I'm 90% sure I'm dyslexic and have a really hard time reading/writing, and it's very hard for me to get my thoughts into text. My brain goes 500x faster than I can type and I have the bad habit of jumping around when I'm telling a story or writing something out, on top of the hard time with attention/ regulating focus part of my Adhd) Have any pets? I have 1 fluff ball of a dog called Maisy, she's a shih tzu bichon frise! What sports do you play/have you played? The only time I decided to sign up for a sports team, was in March of 2020, for a badminton team. The day try-outs were going to happen was the day we shut down for the pandemic. I now semi jokingly say that was a sign from the gods to never play sports XD How tall are you? I am an absolute giant, a towering giant behemoth of a human being at my incredible height of 5’4 ( 162.56 cm) XD Favourite subject in school?

Art all the way! But that was followed up by science and la depending on the unit/assignment Dream job? Video game character concept artist! Or concept artist in general but i love character design sm more then designing objects or scenery Tagging (i don't have 15 moots so cant do 15, but i do have these wonderful people!) @reaphantom @fr00tzcat @cyberbirb-arts @genjishimada @cloud-amiibo and anyone else who’d like to participate :D 

[lazysloth19]

Now hear me out I hadn't felt well and had a messed up dream.

Sedatephobia

Digital circus AU:

The series continues as normal leading up to the recent episode except in my dream it's added more horror elements to it.

Caine is actually a person, whose mental state was transferred into this mental code to function in a simulation similar to Chappie. The reason for this was the company made the circus originally as a virtual game show for people all over the world to be able to participate anonymously, with the promise of highly advanced AI program. But with a deadline, and no luck Caine (actually named Carter Robinson) participated, after being promised his chronic medical needs are paid for him to live. What they didn't tell him is he'll be pronounced dead to the public and be contained in a comatose state, stuck as the AI

They were on a strict deadline and missed some major bugs, such as the most important system of logging off (Similar to sword art online the first season.) that's why the characters five senses function normally, able to feel pain, basically keep them alive.

The characters are random civilians responding to a lottery ad on magazines about the simulation. The winner basically is given a code to access the simulation for free.

I'm going on the idea of the game Portal, we discover that the testing is necessary and if Glados or Wheatley don't do different tests, it's like an itch that will get increasingly worse. Not only is Caine terrified of dying in real life if the developers find out he's not doing what he was programmed to do, if the characters don't finish or do an adventure after a while he can hear the heart monitor slowly slow down.

The truth of Caine being alive takes place after the recent episode, on the next adventure Caine couldn't decide what adventure he can assign that Zooble will like... Again. So he decided to look through the suggestions, but decided that took too long and ultimately made Zooble spin a wheel. Zooble not wanting to go alone made the character's draw lots

The adventure was about a maze Mansion. They would have to find the right doors to open to find their way out. The map was made in a hurry and Caine warns them to be careful that it was quite bugged. Pomni much like the first episode finds an exit door, but instead of an exit door it looks like a dark hospital room, a dummy on the bed dress like a patient and a computer screen and keyboard. A sticky note is next to it has a written password, she type sit and she now has access to what looked like surveillance cameras labeled with people names, but were locked except for one named "Carter" she goes to click but Caine pulls her out of the adventure and locks her in a room

Caine having to keep his persona up, tells Pomni she ran into a bug and will temporarily be taken back, but Pomni stops him and questions him about the surveillance, since one of the locked ones seemed familiar. Caine glitches and for the first time doesn't sound cheery.

"Pomni... Are you having fun?" He asks as the room was eerie silent... But Pomni faintly hears a rumble of what sounds like AC unit on. She doesn't know what to say as Caine stares at her blankly, standing there in the blank room."... Are you happy?" He glitch closer." Happy with your friends?" He got closer."... Happy you're ali-"

She wakes up in her room, she rushed out to the lobby, was it a dream? Some nightmare? Maybe that's all it was. But Jax, the talkative bunny, asks " And just where did you go Pomni? Caine said you had already finished. You obviously cheated somehow." He smirked crossing his arms. Pomni freezes, she swears she could have seen Caine in the corner of her eyes blankly staring at her, as if daring her to say, her ears ring.

Beep beep beep beep

"... You good Pomni? You don't look good?" Ragatha breaks her blank state. Pomni looks back, Caine is not there."... Yeah... How was the adventure... Tell me all about it." Pomni suddenly doesn't want to be somewhere quiet.

Pomni I'm going to place her around 18 or early 20s, her name is going to be Patricia Bartlett, college student, working part time at a library.

Gangle, probably early 20s, is a manager to some business or company, she is Gloria Finley.

Ragatha, mid 20s, I'm going on the theory she's rich, Rachelle Anton Greyer.

Jax, mid 20s, gives me punk vibes, Joseph Damien Rox

Kinger, Mid 30s or early 40s. He has a degree in computer science so maybe works as some sort of technician or to make things interesting as a computer coder technician (wink wink) his name is Richard Harper West.

Feel free to do what you want with this, peace and love, happy new Year.

[discoknack]

Links to convos and asks about Ghost Kafka AU

This is mainly for my personal use, which is why the title is small, I'm tagging nothing and nobody, and the appended notes are for me. Is that mean? Should I make one for public use?

For those who do read it anyway, red is stuff I thought about but didn't put in the posts. And the AU belongs to Sonicasura but I stole it for some scenes.

Species Swap: Agunimon, Ghost, MAG

Sonicasura's post about three different AUs, where Kafka becomes an Agunimon by using cursed armor, or a ghost by dying, or a MAG through unethical experimentation by an evil organization. I might want to look at the other ones at some point. for ghost, offers an early glance of his death and his initial looks after eating souls but before the Larva. Overview of how Defense Force reacts to the emergence of Kafka's elusive ghost. Science Department's tryna figure out how to catch him. Kafka made a fake human body and works with the Sweepers for those sweet sweet vermin Yoju souls. Also the Larva makes his body sort of alive again, but he can die forever.

Reblog: I make commentary on all three swaps. Inquire about the temporary human body thing in the ghost section. I make a joke about how Kafka would feel eating a Kaiju that *wants* to be eaten. Express how great it is to feel alive.

Sonicasura's reblog: Responds to my commentary. In the ghost section explains that Kafka made a temporary body using alchemy. He could steal his own body parts for it, especially because the Kaiju that killed him essentially embalmed him. He can repair it with the power from kaiju souls. Tiny (the Larva) was a surprise, probably magic.

Why do I hear the arby's tag in Kafka's voice?

Basically me meming about ghost kafka in the tags of the Species Swap post led to a short conversation. Sonicasura says Kafka's human form looks like he walked off an autopsy table.

Anon suggests Hikari would like to know Ghost Kafka

Sonicasura answers that Hikari and Kafka are long-time friends and Kafka haunts Kikoru as a favor.

Anon Curious of Isao's opinon

Ask sent to sonicasura about Isao's perspective when Kafka begins haunting the household and harassing him. Isao is annoyed, initially thinking it a pest Kaiju, until Kafka threatens him with his own wife's words. Seems to imply that Hikari as a ghost makes threats either at Kafka or where he can hear them, and then Kafka repeats them at Isao later. And also implies that Hikari made similar threats at or near Isao while alive. Hikari can't be seen by the spiritually unaware because she isn't strong enough compared to a well-fed soul-sucking Kafka.

Anon Curious of Kikoru's opinon

Ask sent to sonicasura about Kikoru's perspective when Kafka haunts the household. Kikoru is 9 or 10 (I didn't see this post until after a later post) Response provides outlines for at least two scenes. Investigating stake-out style. Meeting Kafka for the first time. Kikoru inquiring about her mom's spirit. Arranging the meeting between mother and child.

Comforting Shadows

Sonicasura outlines his death via silk-spitting wasp Kaiju, saving the monster sweepers but dying alone in an alley, quickly mummifying. Brief description of Kafka's ghost form immediately after emerging from his cocoon. Third Division finds the wasp Kaiju dead, suspicious circumstances described. DF can't break open the cocoon to identify his body. Kafka now as a Shade-type Onryo experiences horror hunger and requires souls to sustain himself. Ghosts consider darker spirits as dangerous, and even if Kafka only ate kaiju souls, they would run away. Hikari remains a ghost due to family matters, and she takes Kafka under her wing. Depiction of Kafka's ghost form after consuming many kaiju souls. Because of his power, the living can see him. Need for alchemical disguise. Kafka could open the cocoon, therefore DF learns of his body. DF assumes grave robber to be kaiju. Mina grieving and pissed off, assigns her division to handle sniffing it out. Kafka's death not made public and body held as evidence. Kafka returns to MS with coworkers unaware. Usual activities for the next six or so years described. Pranks Isao all the time, destroying his room, hiding his documents. Leaves gifts and does invisible favors for Kikoru, eventually becomes friends. Description of Ghost Kafka's transformation and description of his human form after eating the Larva. List of abilities. Snatcher boss fight inspo.

Thinkin' bout sonicasura's ghost!kafka au

A post I made pondering Hikari's character, Kafka's initial haunting behaviors, Kikoru's age when Kafka went kaput. Ponders the day he eats the Larva, suggesting he spills the beans to Reno by smacking the shit out of the Yoju as a ghost before anything else happens because priorities. Buut this would mean he is not at hospital, Larva would have to meet him at home, not as funny. Ponders Kafka's character and motivations in response to the transformation and the fact he is still dead to the DF.

Sonicasura shares manga panels of Hikari. Tries to explain to me how Onryo are made, but at the time, I didn't quite get it and looked it up after this. Describes Kafka as "chaotic neutral". No to killing, yes to torturing bad guys. Kafka chills out more from looking after Kikoru. Sonicasura says that Kafka *does* go to hospital. Which means DF was called. Kafka doesn't have a pulse so he plans to escape. The timing of things in canon has me think he was meant to stay the night at least. Describes Kafka's transformation from the perspective of Reno. Kafka's body is left in the bed, sort of like in a coma. His organs are operated and repaired by the Larva. If Kafka does choose to join DF, he'll use magic to disguise himself further. If he doesn't, he'll just look out for Reno.

Reblog from me figuring that it would make the most sense for Kafka's meat puppet to get its leg broken for everything else to line up. If he tells Reno to call the DF, he has plenty of reason to keep his ghostliness hidden. I mention Mina's feelings when she sees his face again, knowing he is dead, and figuring that it was someone else who just happened to look like him. Kafka is very troublesome for the nurses, having narrow parameters for his cooperation. Avoiding some plot holes by digging another: why don't the nurses try to sedate him? Oh well, don't care rn.

Sonicasura concurs on Mina. Once Kafka died, she had a permissible reason to have access to his records and learned how Kafka kept trying for the DF for years until he aged out. That hit Mina hard, and seeing a man who looked like Kafka was another punch to the gut. Sonicasura explains that Kafka tries to avoid hospitals because the nurses can figure out Something is Dreadfully Wrong with him, and also ghosts in the hospitals are hostile toward him. Risk they'll harm his companions.

So his body is human that night?

Sonicasura goes over Kafka's alchemical disguise. Learned during the first few months (Now I'm curious how Kafka kept that from the MS since it's some months of absent Kafka. Paperworks?). He needs his own original heart to prevent other ghosts from using his vessel. Body looks sickly pale from lack of vitamins and melatonin (melanin?). Otherwise customizable. Pigs blood transmuted into Kaiju blood slowly after Larva. Can absorb nutrients from food.

If my brain will let me read the manga, I hope I can get a better picture of Mina's character, especially for the ghost!Kafka AU.

Ask sent to Sonicasura about Mina's character and relationship with Kafka, particularly after the reveal. An Imagine by Sonicasura about the very thing.

Ghost Kafka Goes Girl

Ask and small convo about Kafka's ability to change his vessel's form before the Larva locks in his appearance. No particular physical descriptions except that he went out a few times as a woman, but looked different each time. After the Larva, he can just change minor things now like hair, eyes, nail colors. Might look into what GirlVessel!Kafka could look like later for art.

Tryna Squeeze Out That Motive - what is Kafka compelled to do? What is his theme?

This is me overthinking the Onryo thing and sending it as an ask to Sonicasura. For the first time, I bring up the web thing here, as well as a potential propensity to inadvertently harass Mina at some point. Sonicasura goes over his self-loathing as he died. Explains that he has a new side to him as an Onryo full of malice, and Hikari helps him stabilize. So it looks to me like his misbehavior is motivated by an external influence (like how a guy who turns into a monster tends to deal with monster urges) rather than an intrinsic aspect of his character (which I still didn't get the picture of until later). At the time I also misunderstood "confronted with the darker side to humanity" thinking that meant him, but now I know it means bad guys. Might want to think about later, "That malice will soon be tempered fully into a Obsession, the driving point of spirits. One which represents Kafka perfectly: To Protect." On the surface, seems relatively obvious for Kafka's character, but I'm guessing that because it's pointed out, Kafka will eventually control his newfound urges and be able to channel them into more complex priorities than just 'make bad guys hurt. bad!' I wonder if he'll become a slightly different thing again. *hmms like a skeksis*

Inverse-Translation Nicknames

A long-winded explanation of why I do certain things in my Kaiju No. 8 fics and some problems I run up against and my solutions, sent as an ask to Sonicasura to check my understanding and see if she has more ideas. Yes! Overview of characters in relation to honorifics, Kikoru's relationship with Kafka in particular. 'Kuro' is also a nickname option. I looked it up and 'Kuro' in some sense means black, having a positive-leaning connotation of elegance and so on. I did not use it in Kikoru's Spirit Guy because I wanted Kikoru to use a nickname in a more negative sense, but I think she will use 'Kuro' for him later as he earns her trust.

Kikoru's Spirit Guy Part 1

A short story by meeeee! Basically the backstory for part 2, sorta following Sonicasura's outline of the first meeting between Kikoru and Ghost Kafka face-to-face. Trying to get into Kikoru's head about her relationship with her school studies and how she handles getting a B. Risa partly antagonizes and flatters her over it. Children that age grow at different rates and I put Risa on the more childish end. Sebasu struggles to navigate the situation on the way home, wanting to comfort Kikoru but not wanting to overstep on parenting or boundaries. Kikoru's main drama is how she's going to tell her dad about it, and how she feels after getting the answer she expected, feeling like she screwed up big time. Concerned Ghost Kafka Jumpscare.

Kikoru's Spirit Guy Part 2

Kafka's perspective during and after Kikoru's breakdown over a paper test, and Kikoru's perspective after waking up from fainting. Sebasu and Hikari appearing in ways that can characterize them. Kafka wants to make sure Kikoru is okay and doesn't fall behind in school because of him. Kikoru thinks he intends to play deadly mind games. Also I tried to include the motif of Kikoru's connection with her mother by having Kafka use similar language about Hikari that Risa did about Kikoru in part 1. Interestingly, despite him being dead, I have Kafka use future tense.

Regular-ass Hibino Kafka

Doesn't say much. Just something I thought was amusing and might look at later.

Sparklebug

sonicasura explains a headcanon about Kikoru's relationship to her mother, regarding nicknames. it is appended to my joke post about Kafka and Kikoru's initial dynamic.

Ghost Kafka Attacks + Convo

First Portion: A short story rambly thing by me, bouncing off Sonicasura's outlined depiction. Ponders Kafka's character, death and immediate post-death, and a possible first meeting with Hikari. Also ponders rules of the setting. My headcanons about his ghost appearance and how it changes. My headcanons about his abilities and smells (yes, smells. I figure it would be interesting to give him a scent that various characters would have different associations with. Kikoru finding it comforting, Isao finding it enraging/annoying, Mina having mixed feelings about it, Perhaps one character associates it with a sex shop and everyone cringes.)

Second portion: Sonicasura concurs re: Kafka beating the crap out of bad guys without killing them. Corrects Horror Hunger to something akin to addiction, allows possibility of quitting early on. Puts Hikari in the dark on Kafka's early soul sucking status. Alludes to alternate mechanism of identifying the turning point. Suggests Hikari's involvement in rehabilitating other Onryo before Kafka. Establishes rule-of-setting regarding Kafka's sucking prowess vs Kaiju Fortitude.

Third portion: Basically me taking the Onryo thing too literally again and busting my brains trying squeeze a character element maybe-antithetical to Kafka out of him. Failing that, trying to shove him into soul-sucker route ASAP. Tried to justify why most spirits would flee even without knowing his soul-sucker status. But I also tried to justify multiple ways Hikari would learn Kafka ate a kaiju soul, including the claim that ghosts can sense each other's vibes. Asserted that eating even one Human Soul crosses the Moral Event Horizon (implying it locks you into sinister-soul-sucker with no exceptions), but also reiterated that eating a Kaiju Soul isn't that bad (so maybe it does or doesn't lock you in). Tried to take a look at Hikari's perspective, but I didn't have a good grasp on her character and either forgot or didn't know how to suggest a scenario where: she knows he ate a soul and that he is at risk; and he knows he's at risk because she told him the stories; but she doesn't know the risks of kaiju souls in particular, and while keeps an eye on him, she trusts him to make his own decisions; to where Kafka in the end chooses to gather more power for the sake of protecting others, of course. Whether he made it through quarantine successfully before making that choice or was still under the influence of cravings, which is more narratively interesting? If I return to this, it won't be any time soon.

Fourth portion: Sonicasura correctly identifies that I need to chill out, lol! Goes over Kafka's canon character. Clarifies that the Onryo thing is an approximation. (I'm not sure what the next paragraph is saying: "As for his conversation with Hikari about eating a kaiju soul, he just died. The afterlife was just a passing thought or idea that Kafka sometimes hears throughout his life. Hikari basically teaches him a LOT that he needs to know." All those sentences on their surface, I know. But I'm not sure if together it's saying: yes, she does know he ate a soul and taught him about it along with everything else; or no, he was too overwhelmed by all the new stuff to tell her. Either way, I don't have to worry about it because I won't be making stuff directly about it, heh...) Explains how ghosts feel about those who eat souls. Animals have souls. Explains the addiction aspect. Implies that the method of detecting soul-suckers is not vibes.

[lowereastnowhere]

I had mentioned on one of my horror movie posts that I've done some practical effects work for fun (I did theater makeup in college and used to go to zombie walks all the time), in addition to working as a production assistant on an indie horror movie roughly a bajillion years ago. These are all part of why I generally don't get grossed out by practical effects in horror, as I'm always more fascinated trying to figure out how they did that, and also knowing how it's done definitely distances me from it.

None of the effects stuff I did for fun was terribly exciting, and sadly most of the photos are probably buried on an ancient hard drive or card somewhere - camera phones were quite new, and yes I know I'm dating myself here. My personal favorites were doing a partially skinned bit for a zombie costume, where I used boiled and dyed asparagus stalks pulled apart for muscles, and a design for Caliban from the Tempest for a theater makeup class where I made fancy latex molds to exaggerate my brow and cheekbones and did my entire face with hand painted scales. Still didn't do well on the assignment, because the teacher said I looked too modern for Shakespeare but... Haters gonna hate.

I worked on the movie back when I was living in Chicago in highschool, probably was 16 or 17? Since I was a minor I couldn't be an extra or involved in anything potentially dangerous, so I mostly was a gofer. Lots of passing out water bottles, taking behind the scenes shots, and so, so much time cleaning up fake blood. The best day I got to help hold the blood pump in place for a dramatic scene where someone got stabbed with a broken bottle, which meant I was in splatter range. Even after scrubbing up I got a lot of funny looks on the train home, but it was so worth it. Movie wasn't great, but it was incredible to show it to my partner years later when it was briefly on Netflix. 🖤