#idk brain go brr enjoy?

[silverechosandblankmasks]

There’s something in the way that the birds of the Bad Boys die to fall damage.

Joel dies on a bridge building up, arrow killing him as his body is thrown into the space blow but he’s dead far before he ever hits the ground or water. 

But Grian and Jimmy? There’s something in the way most Avian hybrids die of is Kinetic energy. You would think fall damage at first, but no. Avians who go to fast or dont land right or not in enough time. Hitting Glass windows they cant see or looking away for just a second and going head-first into a tree or a house or a mountain they swear wasn't there before. Its the norm for them to die this way.

No, Fall Damage is so rare for the average Avian, but why? 

Becuase Avians are not made to fall. They arnt not meant to be bound or grounded or have their wings tucked away, and so their wings and their avian instincts that come with them often kick in even when they arnt fully conscious of it. 

Unless, unless of course the Avian has been injured or had their wings/flight locked away for whatever reason. Then the cause of death is almost Always Fall damage. 

Its in the way Jimmy over balances as he pushes the minecart just a wee bit too hard, expecting it to have more give, and he falls into open air. His hands scramble for a waterbucket or a pearl or something but his mind and body arnt really in it becuase his instincts kick in as his back spasms and his wings flare but they do not extend out and catch the wind to stop his descent like they should, they cant.

So he falls, a victims to his instincts as the very things meant to keep him safe cause his death and his scream is a canary song when it leaves his mouth.

And Grian dies a similar death in the same way.

He’s moving too fast to really focus and when his foot simply is too close to the edge, he slips right off and tumbles downwards. And really, it shouldn't be a issue becuase the ground is mostly water under the path he was bounding across but as he instinctually tries to spread his wings, they hang limp and unmoving other then a single twitch. 

His mind stalls at the lack of action and he doesn't even register he’s falling towards the only patch of land under him until he hits it and the realization of how he just lost sets in, hollow becuase he didn't have much to loose anymore anyway and yet it feels like more like he Failed. 

Neither take it well, feeling how silly it is. Avians, dying to falling? Its ridiculous. But really what do they expect? Its easier to remember to be more human, to not fall to those instincts in a game like this when you team with humans and other non-bird folk.

But two Avians in a team was always going to make them forget the limitations they set on themselves. Sure Joel was there but he was sometimes as animalistic as them, not enough to mirror off of with the other avian fueling each other and it was easy to forget when he kept pace with them easily and never blinked as they acted as avians do. 

But it was their undoing becuase a grounded bird of flight is a dead bird, one way or another, and so is the Avian who forgets this.

And they forgot that.

[astranauticus]

had to relisten to 2.4 for my last drawing and got compelled to draw the scene of dani point blank shooting her own dead dreams so here we are

[lovely-hikari-cosplay]

I’ve been playing Anarchy Battles for the past week to catch up on the the catalogue and I’m finally seeing the appeal

[nr1chaedickrider]

would love to have some sana crumbs!! idk about any specific idea just her casually dicking reader down with her strap if that’s possible :] thank youu

thank you for your request!

first of all, i think sanas strap is purple or pink, she just loves the colour!!!

but thinking about her fucking you with her 6.5, maybe even 7 inch strap makes my brain go brr..

she would LOVE taking you from behind, she would force you to hold yourself up with your arms and knees while she would ruin your little hole and slap your ass :((she would go soft in one moment and in the other she would go so rough it hurts but in a good way.

she would use the strap like it was her real cock, making you suck and deepthroat it while she moans even though she cant even feel it.. Pulling your hair closer on her strap.and she would love to face fuck you like she knows you enjoy getting ruined by her which turns her on even more :(

if we are talking about some punishment... she would lay on her back, tying your wrists together behind your back and letting you bounce on her extra big strap for hours, leaving you completly overstimulated :((but is it really a punishment if you enjoy it? she knows but she still does it..

hopefully you enjoyed reading these sana crumbs even tho they are kinda short !

[akko-kagori]

now abt those analog horror reccomendations . . . ^_^ idk if omori is analog horror (maybe its a mix) or mouthwashing or undertale but i downloaded all three games in one day so thats in. i already know abt the boiled one and yeesh doctor nowehere i wonder where he gets his ideas from other than that im not too sure but i wanna watch the fnaf vhs tapes they seem very cool :o haha

tell me whatev comes to mind !

Omori isn't an analog horror since it's not imitating the old vhs era... but still, Omori is great!!! (I have 34 hours in that game I love it)

my first recommendation is... the walten files!!!

(yes it's inspired by fnaf)

The walten files has THEMES and TRAGEDY!! It's not just "haha scary images go brr" it has an actual story to tell, a story about regret, those things that keep you up at night, that you'll never be able to forgive yourself more

I will say that it's def a series that gets better as it goes along- if you watch it watch until episode 3 (HOLY SHIT THE ENDIGTO THEART)

Next up... Local 58!!

I love local 58 so much, it's genuinely such a fun watch and you can watch it in any order you want!! Each episode stands completely on it's own and I love it for that

I will not describe what it is about because you just have to experience it raw

and then Gemini Home entertainment!! U'm not even gonna pitch this one, just go into it blind (IT'S AMAZING PLEASE TRUST)

Also Mandela Catalog. I will not give any pictures, because Mandela actually affected me on such a deep physiological level that I've had to completely ban myself from consuming anything related to it.

Mandela Catalog is about alternates, monsters the perfectly mimic humans- you could wake up, and your family could be gone, replaced by inhuman monsters mimicking them.

The alternates don't kill you by attacking you, they torture you, psychologically damage you to the point of killing yourself

Also... DREAMS OF AN INSOMNIAC!!!

DOAI was actually made by one of my fav creators, Pastra!! It's one of the most unique analog horrors I've ever seen, if vol 0 doesn't hook you, vol 1 DEFINETELY will (HOLY SHIT THE MUSIC AND VOICE ACTING)

AND ANGEL HARE

ANGEL HARE ANGEL HARE

PLEASE WATCH ANGEL HARE IT'S SOSOSOSOSSOSOOOO GOOD

It's my favorite analog horror series, I honestly love it so much <3

there are so many others I don't have time to fully get into so I'll spit out some others :3

the boiled one (big fan of doctor nowhere, although I know you already mentoned him)

Chezz kids (Chezz is so fun to say) (also it's about an abusive relationship and I enjoy that, love me so analog horror with themes)

Greylock (really really really good, very high quality)

The smile tapes (those tapes sure do smile alright)

the man in the suit (again, THEMES)

the tangi virus (brain worms for everybody!!)

Vita Carnis (the creature desgin is peak, the monsters are part of the ecosystem and not just scary monsters and I like that)

Somnium Dream Viewer (STILL SUPER NEW BUT I LOVE WHAT THEY HAVE SO FAR!! Big dream person and I love that there's an analog horror that explores them)

Arcadia (UNDERRATTED AS FUCK)

DON'T WATCH THE PAINTER THO, it uses brutal child sa for cheap shock, also the creator is UHHHH

[saintvalentinex]

7 Comfort Movies

so I was tagged by one bestie of all time @wretcheddthing and man I can’t wait for you to judge me on these

1. The Nightmare Before Christmas

This movie is number one because it’s quite literally when I gained sentience. It’s my first true memory. My dad came home from Blockbuster and held the VHS up in his hands for little 3 year old me to see, and told me he got it just for us. Jack truly has become a father figure to me over the years and he makes me cry from how much I love him. Plus Henry Selleck and stop motion animation my fucking beloved.

2. Sinister

Okay I can explain. This was one of the first horror movies I genuinely enjoyed when it came out and it still holds up. I love it and I’ll defend it with my life. It’s got good jump scares, and the married couple remind me so much of the Torrance’s from the Shining if they actually loved each other. It’s heartbreaking. And sphookie.

3. Howl’s Moving Castle

This stupid wizard gave me so much gender euphoria as a kid for real. That and it always made me hope one day I’d go on a grand adventure like this, before realising life can be what I make it. I’d say so far it’s going the way I want it to.

4. The Magnificent Seven (2016)

I’m always a slut for a team of people who really fucking shouldn’t get along who end up being a found family fighting side by side against all odds. That, and I’m very happy to see someone who’s mental health trauma reaction is almost like mine. Idk. Makes my little brain go brr and do a little dance. Anyway, I love westerns and this is a very good film because I said so.

5. Before Sunrise

Get fucked I love this movie KSNSKSKSK 🤍 I’m a sucker for romance movies where you never know if they’re going to get back together, and both characters are so fucking interesting.

6. The Woman in Black

Oh look another horror film on here! I really loved the book growing up and I enjoyed the different yet still very heartbreaking approach they took with the film. Like sinister, the scares still hold up and it’s very sphookie. But also prepare to get your heart ripped out.

7. Midnight Mass

I know I’m cheating on this one, but I don’t watch a whole lot of “comfort films”. They rarely get to me like tv series do, and this one deserves to be on this list. Exploring how the divine can be a monster if you let it, mental health issues and religious trauma… chefs kiss. If you somehow have missed this Netflix series, I highly highly implore you to check it out.

And now I shall tag! @whitefoxes @somethingscarlet13 @vexchief iiiii don’t have a whole lot of people to tag so if you wanna do this feel free to ?

[stagefoureddiediaz]

your most recent costume meta was so incredible i rambled about how much i loved it in the tags BUT I NEEDED U TO KNOW PERSONALLY how much it’s making my brain go brr idk smth about the implications of some of that…..thank u for ur work ❤️

BIA!!!!!!!!

You're making me blush so hard right now!!!!!

I'm so glad you enjoyed it - that brings me such joy!!!

I have added you to the tag list for the next one and yes there are so many implications with what the costumes are trying to tell us - the willow tree pattern gave me chills too - they use specific foliage so often and it always makes my head spin because it nearly always ties into either mythology or religion and its just so clever!

💜💜💜💜

[voidpunker]

Uhh if you wanna answer Questions maybe 42. Favourite song right now? 87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why? And 95. What would you do if you would be invisible?

OUGH UH

honestly. Create Machines is my current brain go brr song (idk if id count it as one of my faves ever bc. yeah cant beat the current ones lol but been playing it a lot)

and the city! forests are nice (bones....) but idk i enjoy being actually near stuff and having good roads yk? although the noise hmmmmm

also bold of you to assume im not already invisible /j anyways um honestly idk. break into ppls homes and pet their cats???? /j

[im-still-a-robot]

Its once again noon, I am here to say: I want to recommend songs to people but no one has the exact association of things to songs as I do

[sinlizards]

which ee songs remind you of saito... please go into as much detail as possible cause i just got into the band and have no idea which songs to start on but i like saito he's silly

also i like your art the lighting and colors are very pretty and the compositions make my analysis brain go brr, i'm not really sure how to draw but your art is the kind that makes me want to learn how so i can make stuff like it

idk i'm not really sure how to end this but tldr your art makes the happy chemical and you have good music taste

ahh thank you so much!!! I am really happy you enjoy my work so much T _ T as far as the ee + saito I hope you know you are enabling me so so much here and i am thrilled about it

warning for this being way too fucking long and also aitsf spoilers under the cut !

I’ll say it up front that a lot of ee songs can be analyzed in many different directions so i tend to have multiple characters in mind for any given song! Obv I’ll just be sticking to saito but its worth mentioning if you have differing thoughts on these songs :] 

Hapsburg Lippp

the general tone of the song is VERY Saito, its violent and frantic in a way that really suits him. The song itself being all about nepotism and the corrupt nature of the wealthy ties in very well with how Saito used So’s status and money as a means of getting whatever he wanted. Also getting HUGE bonus points for the specific lines “If he's dead, he's not a deadbeat dad” and “I’m coming in cleaved in two” for lining up with So’s murder in the imaginary amv i got going in my head for it

Bad Friday

This song in my mind is like. Saito taunting Date throughout the course of the game starting from the initial body swap. I think the lyrics are self explanatory for why this is but the main bits are “you must have bust me out of my head/i’m wondering how did i get this blood all over me?” “shapeshifter coming for me” 

SUPERNORMAL

-Two reasons for supernormal as Saito! one is just directly the topic of the song itself: supernormal stimuli, a form of exaggerated stimulus which elicits a much stronger response than the natural stimulus which that response was evolved for. You can connect this to Saito’s desire for that intense dopamine/adrenaline rush that he is able to experience through violence

This also sorta ties into the second reason which is that this song is allll about excess and the aggressive & visceral imagery used to describe that really reminds me of how saito speaks especially

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Crisis Over: For sure more of a Date song but it gets its own special place here cuz i did use the line “I declare myself a god and cut off my head so” as the main inspo for this piece

Awe/Arc: By virtue of this song being about a car crash involving the president it makes me think about the car crash in Resolution route with Saito in Renju’s body, but also the line “Shock and awe, baby, just takes all of my time” which is a reference to excessive and grand displays of violence makes me think of Saito as well 

Final Form: Another one i think fits Date more (and even then its more on the abstract level since final form has a much different meaning) but I REALLY love the lines "Your first body, last body" & "And I've never been able to divide us" as like a Date Saito conflict thing

hope this helps!! if you do need a place to start with ee in general the way i and most other people i know started is by listening to Get to Heaven first then branching off towards their other albums :]

[lilyofthestyx]

I saw request we’re open for RE8. Could I please have a fem! reader who tries to get rid of Ethan Winters because he keeps causing distress to her wife, Alcina? Please and thank you.

yes. yes you most certainly can have this.

i have been DYING to write about some alcina x fem!reader for the sole reason being that i have NEVER questioned my sexuality so hard since this damn game came out so yeah.

ps: wrote this in first person hope that's okay!

pps: there is some major plot deviation because.... i felt like it. idk. it fit??

DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to own Resident Evil or its characters or plot. CAPCOM please don't come for me.

here you go love >:)

word count: 1.57k

"Girls!" I call, closing the door behind me. "My darlings, I'm home!" Shifting the grip on the parcel of items from the village, I look around.

Usually one of the girls would've answered by now. Bela is usually here to greet me.

She's probably with her mother.

I shrug off my fur coat, handing it to one of the maids. She takes it and lays it over the back of a chair. I can tell by the large, gnarled scar on her forearm who she is "Marienna," I mumble, staring up the stairway. "...where're the girls?"

Marienna's face pales as she stares back at me. Her mouth opens and closes like a trout. "Well?" I snap, "D'you know where they are or-?!"

A crash resounds down the hallway. Alcina's voice tears from her bedroom, followed by a shuddering sob.

I'm hurrying up the stairs in seconds, abandoning the parcel. My body collides with the door- forcing it open.

Our bedroom is destroyed- the vanity broken to pieces. Alcina's soft hands cling to the golden wood, thumb rubbing against the varnish. Slowly, her eyes trail up to me. A smile nearly as broken as the vanity crosses her painted lips. "...I loved this damned mirror," she mumbles, eyes turning down to the broken pieces again.

"What happened, darling?" I coo, stepping over the pieces to stand beside her. My hand on her shoulder, I turn her face gently towards mine. Tears are streaming down her face- leaving jagged streaks of mascara. "Are you alright? What happen-"

Alcina's body tenses under my touch. Trembling, her grip tightens on the wood. It cracks before being wrenching in twain in her hands. "It was that stupid manthing!" She hisses, standing back up to her full height.

"...what 'manthing'?" I ask, "Your brother?"

Alcina ignores me, leaning back down to pluck one of the larger fragments before throwing it across the room. "He laid his filthy paws on our daughters!"

My mind races as it struggles to understand what the hell is happening.

Manthing.

It's not Heisenberg. He'd never lay a finger on the girls.

Some brutish village slug- that's got to be it.

But why? Why on earth would they...?

It doesn't matter.

As Alcina leans down to grab another bit, I grab her hand. "...are... are the girls okay? Where are they?"

A shuddering sigh passes her lips. "...they're all together," she whispers, wiping tears from her face hastily. "Bela... she was... that disgusting beast, he nearly killed her!"

"What?" I mutter, eyebrows drawing together as I step back. "...what... well is she okay? What happened? Is she going to be alright?!"

Alcina sighs again. "...she'll be alright," her hand wraps around mine gently. "Her sisters found her. Brought her to me."

"Where is she now?," I ask, tightening my grip around her finger. "My baby girl... where...?"

Alcina smiles warmly, getting down onto one knee. Her fingers brush back the hair from my eyes. Tears fall quickly down my face as I realize what could've happened if Cassandra and Daniela weren't nearby. "She's with her sisters," she answers gently. "Resting... waiting for her mother to get back with the flowers and silk from the village."

A cold laugh passes my lips before I sniffle. "...her mother should've been there. Should've never left."

Alcina's face tightens. "You can't blame yourself, darling," she mumbles, turning my chin up so I can face her. "No one knew this... Ethan Winters... would be so hideously vindictive."

I nod slowly, wiping the tears from my face. "...can I see her?"

"Of course, my love," she says, leaning in to press her lips to my cheek. "Of course."

The two of us walk down the halls to the center of the house. 'Safest place for her' Alcina had told me.

She had spoken to me the entire way over here, trying to get me out of my own head.

Bless my beloved wife for trying.

But that name. It just keeps buzzing around my mind.

Images of my hands, covered in thick blood, gripping the handle of a sickle play through my head. The blade going through the jugular of this 'Ethan Winters' and popping out the other side. Him desperate for air, choking on his own hot blood, as he watches me loom over him.

His last words will be for mercy.

His last view will be my blade.

My breath is bated as I watch him stalk through the darkness of the courtyard. In the moonlight, I can see is head is down, eyes wary as he keeps a fair grip on his pistol. The cool air lets me see him regulating his breathing- keeping him steady, keeping his pistol steady.

He's experienced.

My grip on my own weapon tightens as he stops in the gazebo. His eyes narrow as he turns around, his pistol raised. I watch in mild amusement as he whirls around, looking for something to shoot.

He's experienced, yes, but still not experienced enough.

I tug the fabric around my face higher along the bridge of my nose. Gripping my sickle, I balance on the balls of my feet.

Ethan finally relaxes, dropping his arms with his back to me.

A small smile creeps along my lips under the mask. A foolish move made by an even more foolish man.

My body slides underneath the stone railings for the stairs leading into the center of the courtyard. Untucking one of the smaller knives from my belt, I pinch it between two fingers and flick my wrist forward.

The knife goes flying- landing right between Ethan's shoulder blades. A guttural yell comes from him as he spins around to face me. In a blink, I'm up in front of him, nose brushing against his.

I can see the fear in his eyes.

I can't help my smile growing beneath the dark fabric.

Ethan raises his hand, pistol in his palm. With a tut of my lips, I shake my head and stab his hand through with my sickle. "...no, no," I mumble as he continues to scream and thrash against my hold. "There'll be none of that, I'm afraid, Mister Winters."

His teeth gritted, he hisses as my sickle is pulled from the inner part of his wrist. A bitter laugh bubbles up from my gut as he stumbles back onto the floor of the gazebo, now holding the pistol in his shaky left hand. "You can't be serious!" I giggle as Ethan pulls the trigger.

A wet squelch hits my ears as the bullet tears into my stomach. I sigh dramatically, looking down at the gushing hole in my dress. "You didn't think I was human- did you?" I ask, twirling the sickle in my hand.

"Wh- what?" Ethan mutters, eyes fixated on the bullet wound in my torso.

"I'm not," I continue, stepping closer to him as he tries to back away. Another gunshot echoes through the courtyard- the bullet landing in my left shoulder. "Not entirely, anyways."

"What the hell are you?!" Ethan yells, firing three more shots. One in the crook of my neck, one just barely grazing my temple, one lodging itself in my hip.

My jaw tightens as I hurry forward, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him back into the center of the gazebo. "I!" I snap, grabbing him again and gripping his wrist. "I... am the mother of the girl you almost killed!"

I pull another knife out of my belt. Trailing it down his lips, I smile. "And the wife... to a woman scorned." With a single swing, the knife digs into the flesh of his palm and nails it to the gazebo.

Ethan yells in pain. As I step back, his other fist cracks across my face. I stumble back. Grabbing at my cheek, I chuckle darkly. "Oh, Ethan," I coo coyly, grabbing my sickle. "You really shouldn't have done that."

I swing and watch with what could only be described as 'glee' as the blade pierces his throat. Covered in blood, the blade glistens crimson in the pale moonlight. Ethan's choked pleas are drowned out by my laughter.

"Why?" is the only word able to leave his lips without being smothered in a gush of blood.

"Because, Mister Winters," I hum, my nose brushing against his as I watch the life in his eyes flicker. "You should never have touched my family."

BONUS ENDING:

"What is that delicious smell?"

I turn around to see Alcina bending down to peek outside. A smile crosses my lips as I gesture to the mutilated corpse with the end of my sickle. "Dinner, my love," I hum, wiping off the blade with the fabric I had used for a mask. "Sorry it's not the cleanest."

Alcina scoffs and waves me off. "It's fine, _________. I'll just go let the girls know their mother brought dinner...," she pauses, eyes flicking over the gushing body. "...who was that? He smells... familiar."

"Just Ethan Winters," I answer nonchalantly.

"...y-you..." Alcina stammers, eyebrows weaving together and lips pursing. "You... when did you-?"

"He must've been tired," I continue with a small smile. "He was not nearly as difficult a kill as I thought he'd be."

"...I'll... I'll be going now."

"Okay, love," I chirp, "I'll drag him in in a second. Love you!"

Alcina's eyes are still wide, mouth slightly agape as she steps away from the doorway. "...love you too... darling."

can you tell i had a lot of fun with this?

yeah. because i did.

i hope you enjoyed! writing lady d is so much freaking fun i kid you not.

big vampy lady make brain go brr

[sweetjijisama]

Sometimes I draw stuff with markers and weird stuff happens xD

Like my brain not going brr when it comes to proportions and more idk. Yeah, I'm being too hard on myself again and fuck perfectionism :')

I am thinking about posting the drawigs/paintings that I don't really like... maybe someone else will really enjoy them....

Character: Omori from the game "Omori"

[serashalala]

Maybe I've said this a lot to a bunch of people at different occasions but it's genuinely hard to be convinced that people like the stuff I write or draw, mostly because I do them for my own satisfaction. I write stuff I want to read, and draw stuff I want to see.

My drawings are more often than not my wallpapers at some point or they become stickers I print out for myself. I don't think my work is pristine, but I like looking at it because it has a composition that makes brain go brr and posture that I always wanted to draw til I did.

I read my own stories before going to bed because it is both entertaining and not engaging because I love what happens in the fic but I know it will happen so the anticipation doesn't keep me up. I've got like 26 epubs with the author 'sherashalala' that I interchange night to night cos I enjoy reading what I write-- and genuinely I am not saying this as an arrogant author who sees no fault in my work, on the contrary I cringe at every unfinished paragraph i forgot to beta-read. I just like enjoying my stuff, I write to read.

So when I receive positive feedback of my works I am genuinely shocked and at a loss for words because I didn't know that the stuff I do for myself were things other people enjoyed too-- ignore the fact that the fandom has like, 15mil people in it with a large fraction of it being into fancontent rather than canon content, people like my niche and the weirdly specific scenarios I wanted to play out in writing.

The fact that I have yet to receive soulcrushing negative feedback is sorta like an anvil tied by rope dangling over my head. I feel like it'd ruin me but I wouldn't stop enjoying what I do.

And I am guessing that there’s this certain imposter syndrome I think that's going on because it's just as hard to remember that stuff that I enjoy can also be stuff that are considered alright can be not mutually exclusive. I feel like I'm annoying or arrogant for always feeling the need to express this train of thought WHEEZE. It's not that I think little of my work, it's more like I'm shocked that other people don't.

And idk if this has some weird underlying 'perception of fancontent has become weird' or 'society has made you think that theyre entitled to your mind' or 'dude this is just regular fandom experience' thing going on, frankly I dont really care WHEEZE. I just wanna say genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, I am confused as to why 300ish people are in my house and liking the couch with pillows I made to specifically accommodate this 45 degree scoliosis I got but I'm glad you like cotton yarn and memory foam. That's how the situation is to me HAHAHAH

[girlwiththeblueblood]

I have a question of youre au Divine Pact

How would the boys react if one of the temple guard idk if i even say that right. uh smack the Reader in the face in front of her Gods

Ooh that gotta be so bad. rip in avance xD

I wanna tell you i enjoy ur au its so much fun to reed it i finish the chapters today :D i wish you have a wonderful day or Night writer stay safe out there

Oh, this question made my brain go, "brr!"

I thought up a few ways that the situation could play out, and I shall list them in no particular order :3

That guard gets in trouble with their higher-ups because he hit a civilian, you know, the ones that are meant to be protected, and at this point in the Reader's storyline, a Town Guard slapping her across the face is about the same as someone kicking a puppy, she does not have the confidence to win her battles since she's still fighting her anxiety. Depending on the laws of the land, that guard would probably get fired for hitting someone unarmed and on holy grounds and could arguably be the temple priestess (a big no-no in that world).

Sun and Moon are pretending to be Mortals, so if they still want to be seen as such, they may not go into full wrathful god modes and opt to destroy them with words and follow the laws of mortals; plus, combat is still a thing 😀

YOU COME INTO MY TEMPLE-! It is their holy grounds; how dare they raise a hand to their own. Unlike the Reader’s father, who is still under Sun’s protection (much to his disdain), the guard is not. If he chooses godly wrath, Sun has full jurisdiction to do away with them as he pleases. However, Moon does not have a claim to the Reader yet; he can claim the right to defend someone on his shared holy grounds. It is not against the rules for him to act against the guard, but Sun has more of a right to than he does; the cruellest thing he can do to the guard is to do nothing to stop Sun and wait for after death to grab the soul before it gets to Chica and toss it into the abyss. But that would all depend on if Moon decides how much effort and interest he has in this tiny, pitiful little mortal who hit a mortal he has invested in; and how chaotic he happens to be feeling at the time.

That was fun to think about :3 Thank you for the question and reading the story so far <3

[driima]

Caught | Dabi x Captured! Pro Hero F!Reader

Title: Caught

Pairing: Dabi x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Dubcon, kidnapping, mild depictions of injury, brief depictions of blood, intimidation, biting, fingering

Note: aaa brain go brr, just enjoy some Dabi, idk

It was loud.

There were screams - terrified screams - all around you. Rubble was crashing down to the ground, creating loud explosions. Footsteps were pounding on the ground, reverberating against the city buildings, but the worst of it was the fire.

The flames burned with abnormal colors, not their typical orange, but instead a deep blue. With each flare they incinerated everything they touched, alighting everything in their path. It was chaos.

Your mind was snapped back into reality when someone fell before you. You crouched down, your gloved hands reaching for their trembling body, and you helped them to their feet.

“You’re okay,” you assured the young man, his wide and frightened eyes searching your masked face. “Keep running that way,” you pointed down the street. “Get as far away from the fire as you can. The heroes are here to help.”

The man nodded and began running in the direction you pointed, following the other scared citizens. You turned back to the fire, your brows furrowed. There wasn’t much you could do to tackle the fire. Your quirk, Cell Manipulation, allowed you to control and change the cells within any living organism. It was powerful, as it allowed you to regenerate faster by simply creating more cells. However, it was difficult against the flames as fire nuclei were cells you couldn’t touch. You frowned.

“(H/n)!” someone called out, causing you to turn your head. It was one of your fellow pro-heroes, Big Shot. He ran towards you, a worried look in his eyes.

“We have backup arriving in a few minutes,” he said. “Have you evacuated all of the citizens from the vicinity?”

“Everyone has been moved out of the streets. I cannot say for sure for those who are within the surrounding buildings, though,” you said. Internally, you didn’t believe anyone would still be alive in the buildings. The blue flames seemed to disintegrate anything they touched, and if it weren’t that that got to them, it would be the overwhelming amount of smoke. You turned back to Big Shot. “Do we have eyes on whoever started this mess?”

He nervously scratched his head. “We haven’t located them yet. However, our intel believes it’s the arsonist that’s affiliated with the League. The same one who is responsible for those smaller crimes involving cremated human remains. Be on the look out for anyone suspicious.”

You nodded. “I’m going to look for them. Judging by how the fire started from the left,” you pointed to a jumble of burning stores and alleys. “They must have come from around there.”

“Be careful,” was all Big Shot said before you ran off, your feet pounding against the ground.

You squinted your eyes, the ash thick as it wafted through the air. Blue flames licked at your hero costume, threatening to singe the suit, but you maneuvered around them easily. You paused momentarily, leaping out of the way of a melted traffic light that was falling from its post. You threw up your hands as it slammed against the sidewalk, narrowly missing your body. The force sent a slew of burning coals into the air, most of which nearing your body, and you backed up to avoid them.

Panicked, you spun on your heels, attempting to run down the alley behind you to escape the advancing flames but you were stopped as your body slammed into an obstacle that you swore wasn’t there before. Stumbling, you lost your balance and your body teetered backwards. You braced yourself as you crashed to the ground on your back, a pained groan leaving your lips as your head roughly smacked into the concrete.

You bit your lip, attempting to bite back the pain as your eyes cracked open. Your vision was swimming and your head throbbed from the impact. Above you, you made out a blurry figure. Panic ebbed at your heart as you felt yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, your vision blinking, your body unable to move.

Before you clocked out, the last thing you saw was a blurry hand reaching down for you, blue flames dancing from their palm.

•••

It took you several moments to come to. Your eyelids felt heavy. Your heart pounded in your ears. Your mind felt completely and utterly empty. It felt as if a hypodermic of adrenaline was emptied into your bloodstream but you could do nothing against it as you were still swimming in darkness.

That is, until it felt like someone had doused you in a cold bucket of ice water.

You shot upward without warning, eyes flinging open so wide each iris was a perfect orb of (e/c). You took in your surroundings, your eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to clear the fogginess from your vision.

You were in a room. A small, dirty room. The four surrounding walls were painted an ugly dark gray, some bits chipped here and there, other bits splattered with substances you didn’t want to know the origins of. To your left there was a tiny window, however the glass was intentionally blurry and it was tiny. Not to mention it had thick steel bars wedged between the window frame. Directly in front of you was a blank steel door, one that was probably locked. You frowned. Where exactly were you?

Shaking your head, you placed a hand on the wall and went to push yourself up but immediately ceased your actions when a wave of dizziness hit you like an incoming truck. You were still disoriented. Not to mention when you moved your leg, a small clank was heard, and you realized after glancing down at your ankle that a thick metal bearing was wrapped around it. You followed the rusting chain with your eyes and realized you were trapped against the wall with only several feet to move. The anklet, you realized, was cutting off your quirk. You let out a shaky breath.

“Think,” you told yourself, glancing down at your hands that were now in your lap. “Think.”

Your short attempts to create a plan were cut off as there was a painful buzzing in your ear, so loud that you groaned and brought your hands up to knead your forehead. Just how hard did you hit your head?

Your brows furrowed as you slowly brought your knees up to your chest, your head burrowing between them.

You didn’t know what to do.

•••

You didn’t know how long you stayed in that position. It felt like days. Your stomach was curling in on itself with hunger and your throat was dry. Your bladder felt numb as you had long forgotten about having needed to use the bathroom and your limbs felt stiff from not having moved in so long.

You were tired. Confused. Distressed.

However, you managed to push your emotions down to keep calm. There was no use in freaking out. It would only waste energy. You were busy trying to get yourself to fall back asleep, your eyes closed and your arms slack. You were just about to grasp that peaceful sensation when the sound of the door scraping against the floor filled the room and a light briefly flickered onto your balled-up form before it disappeared as the door was closed. You stiffened.

Part of you didn’t want to look up. You wanted to be defiant - to ignore your captor entirely - and stay in your ball. The bigger part, however, forced you to look anyway.

Standing above you was a man. He was tall, overbearingly so, and though he was slender, his body looked to be riddled with lean muscle. His hair was black and spiky. His clothes, a torn jacket overtop a white t-shirt and a dark pair of pants, were baggy. His skin, in most visible places, had a purple look to it, almost as if it was burnt. The scars ran along his body, held to his normal skin by shiny surgical staples. The most striking feature, however, were his deep blue eyes. They shone even within the darkness of the room, a deep aqua color that rivaled any blue moon.

“Well, well, well,” the man said, his lips pulling up into a smirk. “It looks like the big, tough hero didn’t save the day.” His voice was deep yet cool. It had a gravelly tone to it that you would have taken for attractive in any other circumstance.

You scowled, your gaze hardening into a glare.

He chuckled at your look, taking several slow steps towards your huddled form. He crouched down once he was close enough, the smell of ash and cheap men’s cologne filling your senses as he stared at you intensely. He had a full view for he, or someone else, had removed your hero mask and most of the armor on your costume. You were left in your underclothes, a plain black shirt and matching black tights.

“Do you know where you are?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. When you didn’t answer, he continued, “The League of Villains wanted to have a lil’ bit of fun but you bull shit heroes, if you can even call yourself that, got in our way. In order to commence with our plans, we need a bit of information and you just so happened to have fallen right into our hands. Now be a good little hero and answer some questions for me.”

Your lips curled back into a sneer. “If you think I’m going to answer a single question that comes out of your burnt, charcoal lookin’ ass mouth, you are mistaken,” you spat out.

He stared at you, seemingly processing your words. You were about to bark out another remark when he leaned forward ever so slightly, a hand coming up dangerously close to your face. Your eyes widened when his hand was suddenly engulfed in familiar blue flames, the fire so close to your skin that you could feel the baby hairs that coated your cheek being singed away.

“That wasn’t a request,” he said in a low voice and you made note of the threatening tone he had.

He was the one responsible for the bonfire in the city. He was the one responsible for all of the arsenic murders. He was the one the heroes have been tracking for months. And you walked right into his hands.

Your jaw locked in anger but you bit your tongue to hold back from anymore snarky remarks. You held his gaze as he drew back his hand, deactivating his quirk. He stared at you for a moment longer before he spoke again.

“If you do anything funny, I’ll kill you,” he continued. “The boy, the one in Class 1-A, the one with the explosion quirk. Do you know where his residence is?” he asked. You frowned.

Class 1-A? How were you supposed to know? It had been forever since you completed your hero training at UA High.

You shook your head.

It was his turn to frown. “It would be in your best interest not to lie to me,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I’m not,” you shot back heatedly.

You barely registered his next movements. Suddenly there was a large hand wrapping around your throat tightly whilst another was forcing your knees apart. He moved quickly, shocking you, as he was now kneeling between your legs, his face dangerously close to yours. You could feel his warm breath fanning down against you, causing you to involuntarily shiver.

“You’re making this difficult, princess,” he said darkly. “If you just tell me what I want to know, we wouldn’t be having this problem. If you just complied, I could make you feel a lot more comfortable.”

He relaxed between your legs, his thumb tracing lines along your neck. He stared at you, momentarily letting down his guard, and that’s when you saw your chance.

You whipped your head forward, your skull connecting with his harshly, knocking him backwards. Your teeth clanked against each other and he grunted in pain as he fell back. You used your feet to get a good kick in, though your assault was immediately halted when he grabbed your unchained ankle roughly, his eyes reconnecting with yours. You gulped as he moved towards you in an aggressive manner, his eyes aflame with anger.

You fucked up.

He kneeled before you, back between your legs, but this time a lot closer. His chest roughly pressed against yours, his hips pinning your body against the wall. One hand slammed against the concrete next to your head, the sound making you flinch, whilst the other gripped your chin painfully tight. He brought his face in close, too close, his hand tilting your head so that your eyes stayed connected with his.

“You know, I enjoy a good challenge,” he mused, tilting your face slightly to the left so that your neck was exposed to him. “But there are other ways to get what I want.”

Before you could question him, you felt a pair of warm lips against your neck and you let out a startled gasp. He left a trail of harsh kisses along your skin, something that would usually make you swoon but in this circumstance, it made your stomach churn. Your breath hitched when he sank his teeth into a particular spot against your neck, an action that nearly caused you to moan aloud. He chuckled as he heard your panicked breaths, his lips moving further up your neck until they were dotting along your jawline.

He paused, moving upward until his lips were ghosting yours. He stared into your eyes, a smirk on his face. “Tell me what I want to know,” he said sensually, the hand he had on the wall moving to rest tightly against your waist.

“I already told you,” you snapped back. He simply hummed in response, and before you could protest, he had slammed his lips against yours and had whisked away the air within your lungs.

His lips worked feverishly against yours, not in a kiss of passion or romance, but in a kiss of lust and hunger. He pressed his tongue along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. When you denied him, he dug his nails into your waist harshly, causing you to involuntarily whine, and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. It was a sloppy kiss, the smell of burning logs exchanging with each breath. You were the first to pull away, an action that caused him to groan in frustration and arch against your chest.

Your eyes were wide and you panted, heaving for air. You stared at him incredulously as he licked his lips, smirking at your flustered state.

“You taste good, princess,” he purred, enjoying the red hue that was spreading across your face.

He returned his lips to your neck, moving further and further down. His teeth grazed along your skin, sinking into your flesh here and there as he trailed bites along your collarbone. You squirmed under his ministrations, letting out a breath of air as your hands tightened into fists.

“Enjoying yourself?” he whispered against your skin, an edge to his voice.

You grit your teeth and snarled, “You wish.”

In return, he bit down on your collar hard, his teeth digging into your flesh. You let out a pained whimper as his teeth broke your flesh, hard enough to draw blood. You trembled as he lapped it up with his tongue, his being sighing contently when you winced in pain whenever his tongue brushed against your wound.

He trailed his tongue upward, bored with the trail of blood that dribbled from your collarbone, until his lips brushed against your ear.

“Are you ready to tell me what I want to know, princess?” he murmured against your ear.

“There is no way in hell I’d- Ahh-“ you were interrupted by him when his hand swiftly snaked under your shirt, his palm tightly pressing against your chest.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he whispered into your ear, all whilst he was palming your left breast. You shut your eyes tightly, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to keep you from letting out any embarrassing noises.

His fingers hooked between the middle of your strapless bra and he went to forcefully pull it down when you shot your hand to his wrist, stopping him. He glanced into your eyes, pausing his movements.

“No,” you told him through a shaky breath. Your hand was trembling against his wrist, your nails digging into his skin through the material of your shirt.

He smirked, moving his face closer to yours. “No?” he mused. “But it seems like you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

You went to retort when suddenly your hand began to heat up and you hissed, yanking it away from his wrist quickly. His palm lit up like a torch and you could only watch in horror as both your bra and shirt crumbled to ash atop you. His smirk widened as he brushed away the ruined remains, his eyes lazily raking over your exposed top. You moved your arms to quickly cover yourself when he caught your wrists with his hands, pinning them against the wall on either side of your head.

Your lip trembled as he shuffled his body downwards, his eyes taking in every inch of your skin. You could feel his breath fanning against your bare chest, the sensation giving you goosebumps. He leaned forward, his lips grazing over your skin, and he said quietly, “Tell me what I want to know.”

You choked back a whine as you breathed out, “N-No.”

He grinned, moving forward so that his lips could wrap around one of your rosy, pink nipples. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking against the bud. Your head tipped back against the wall, your body stiffening as he gently bit down. Your mouth fell open and you moaned softly at the action, something your stomach twisted at when you realized what you just did. He chuckled against your skin, his lips detaching from your nub with a loud, wet plop.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured quietly, his tongue dragging over his lips as if you savor the taste of your skin. His hands dropped your wrists, landing on your waist instead to toy with the hem of your pants, his eyes boring into yours.

“Don’t,” you pleaded with wide eyes.

He smiled as he admired your trembling lip. He brought one hand up to cup your cheek, a gentle move, his thumb brushing gently back and forth as if to soothe your nerves. He leaned down, his forehead resting against yours as he stared into your eyes.

“It can all be over if you just tell me what I want to know,” he said gently, his voice laced with false reassurance.

“I already told you,” you whimpered out.

He clicked his tongue in disdain before he pushed his lips onto yours once more. It was a softer kiss, not as forceful as the first, but the only reason he was doing it was to distract you whilst he hiked down your pants.

You could feel them growing. The tears. They were building up in your eyes, threatening to spill, and you let out a feeble sniffle. He shushed you against your lips as he helped your legs out of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your plain underwear.

You didn’t want this. At least, you thought you didn’t want this. Your mind was running wild, and though your brain was screaming for this to stop, your body was heating up with want. You couldn’t suppress the growing slick between your thighs, as sick as it sounded.

Almost hesitantly, he moved his hand away from your cheek and you found yourself missing the warm, tender sensation. He dragged it down your body, tracing your neck, skimming over your chest, resting against your stomach before it landed on your inner thigh. He traced circles there with his fingers, moving higher and higher towards your clothed core.

He paused, his fingers skimming the fabric of your panties, and he glanced at you. You held his stare, his eyes trained into yours. It was almost as if he were searching for something.

“Do you want this?” he asked after a moment.

What?

No.

You don’t know.

You stared at him, your lips parting slightly. Did you? Did you want this? It was wrong. It was entirely wrong and you know it. You were a hero. A pro hero. He was a villain. He was with the League of Villains. You couldn’t possibly want this.

“Yes.”

His bright blue eyes clouded over with unadulterated lust. His fingers pressed against your clothed core, your breath catching in your throat, and he smirked devilishly.

“I may be a villain, but I won’t take you unless you want me to,” he mused. “I’m shocked, hero. Saying yes and all. But I shouldn’t be. This wetness between your legs explains everything.”

He hooked a finger into the fabric of your panties and pulled it to the side, revealing your glistening heat to him. He admired you for a moment, his eyes raking over your lower half, before he pressed two fingers against your folds. He spread them easily and you shivered, embarrassment flooding through you as you realized just how exposed you were to him.

He caught wind of your flustered state and he chuckled before a finger dipped between your heat, sinking into you swiftly.

Your head tipped back and you moaned in pleasure, your eyes screwing shut tightly. He kept his finger buried in you for a moment before he began to move, pistoning it in and out. With each movement he went deeper and deeper until your walls nearly enveloped his knuckle.

You shuddered. You shouldn’t be doing this. You knew that. But it felt so good.

Your eyes shot open when you felt another finger being pushed into your core. You whimpered as it was even tighter than before, his long fingers stretching you out. He waited a moment for you to adjust before he began to pump them again, his pace faster than before.

Your breaths were becoming more and more labored as he worked his fingers within you. His pace was quick and he smirked when he looked down at you, admiring your flushed cheeks and the sweat that was beginning to form along your forehead.

The hand around your waist tightened when he added yet another finger. He grit his teeth when he realized just how tight your walls were, your heat constricting around him as he pumped his fingers within you. You moaned, your legs beginning to shake as pleasure shot through your body.

It felt good. It felt so good.

After a few moments, you gasped out when he curled his fingers within you, your eyes squeezing shut. “So close!” you whined, your words being followed by a sensual moan.

“Come on. Come undone on my fingers, little hero,” he purred.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as your body convulsed, your walls tightening around his fingers. Your orgasm washed over you in pleasurable waves, your body going numb for a few seconds, all the while he pumped lazily into you to help you ride it out to the fullest.

As you slowly came to, your half-lidded eyes watched as he retracted his hand. He studied the fluids that coated his fingers, his eyes briefly flickering to yours. He stared back at you as he brought his fingers to his mouth, his lips wrapping around them. His eyes never left yours as he sucked on them loudly, making sure to give a loud ‘pop’ once he was done. Your mouth gaped open as he smirked at you.

There was a moments silence, albeit your loud breathing. Finally, he shuffled, and you watched as he got to his feet, his lean form towering over you. Despite your recent euphoria, your pleasurable state was soon replaced by an uncanny sense of fear as his blue eyes bore into yours.

“Dabi,” he said.

You blinked in confusion.

When you didn’t respond, he said, “My name is Dabi. Remember it, princess. You’ll be screaming it next time I visit.”

With that, he sent you a wink and turned around, his boots clicking on the floor as he opened the door with a loud creak. You could only watch in stupidity as he left you alone, naked, and confused in the room.

Shit.

[suibianjie]

With the year ending, let's look back at what we did! What are your favorite creations you did or the ones you think deserve more love? Send this to 5 other creators to share the love

Thank you! (also thank you @highwarlockkareena and @yibo-wang for the tags as well ❤)

5 fave creations from this year:

[Lan Jingyi’s iconic line from the Yi City arc] - when I pick stills for posts like this, I flip through them frame by frame to pick the perfect shot. It was very fun to look at all of different faces Wei Wuxian and Lan Jingyi made for this scene 😂

[SVSSS + AO3 tags] - the idea for this one came from a chat with the pals, where the question was asked “so is SVSSS technically non-canon?” 🤣 Had so much fun picking out tags and selecting scenes to gif. 

[Wangxian in Yunmeng Jiang purple] - I really enjoy doing photomanips, and this one is probably my favorite so far.  

[Lans + their reaction to Su She] - no one side-eyes quite like Gusu Lan, and I was chuckling almost non-stop while making these gifs lol

[CQL Lan Wangji with his donghua look] - another photomanip. Doing these are always a fun challenge. I think it’s kind of like solving a puzzle? Makes the brain go brr 😁

And here’s 5 posts that got less attention than others (but I love them regardless and have no plans to stop lol)

[Hua Cheng s2 trailer photomanip] - this took longer than most to do because I had to paint in a lot of hair and tweak the shading, but I’m super happy with how it came out.

[CQL Hanguang-jun, in the style of MDZS Q] - listen, I’d pay an irresponsible amount of money to see a chibi version of CQL

[Wangxian on an evening stroll] - got to use a lot of filters and techniques I usually don’t have a reason to use, plus they look so soft I just 😭

[Demonic Cultivator Jiang Wanyin] - not taking any critiques on this one but Jiang-zongzhu with dark eyeshadow (!!!!!)

[Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji photomanip set] - idk, it came out pretty so I like it lol