#killer come get your animals you dumbass

[triglycercule]

yall who cast reverse animal themes on my horror and dust,,, why we got BUNNY horror and PUPPY dust

ok but on a real note i was DYING drawing this. i cant believe its my first time drawing the 1 of the trio in a maid dress!!!! id like to thank underfella and calvateyla for inspiring me; i wouldn't have graduated from shit art college without you guys ❤️💜 (inspo) (SOMEONE GET THIS DOG OUT OF HERE DUST HAS A FUCKING CHAINED COLLAR???? 💀💀💀)

i didn't know what to do for the background either so i just added funny photos. HERE. yes its a coincidence the memes are both horror and dust themed i totally didn't plan that

[phas3d]

Hello love<33 i saw ur requests were open if it hasn't been done before can i request a Potter! Reader x Slytherin boys like the reader is Harry's twin sister?

Absolutely inlove with your writing btw🫶🫶

Potter!Reader || Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: abuse mention (tom, mattheo)

contains :: draco, tom, mattheo, theodore, lorenzo

notes :: i love this idea so much, i didn't think it would be this fun to write for - also i know neville technically killed voldemort BUT, just go along with me when i say harry killed voldemort

DRACO MALFOY

Getting a crush on someone was already hard enough for Draco to do

To be able to look past someone's flaws and finally see the beauty inside of someone

But all of that was quickly ruined once he found out you weren't just Harry Potter's sibling but his TWIN?

He genuinely gets so upset and angry not only at you but himself

He's not sure how to handle this information

But at the end, he decides that he can't stand the idea of dating Harry Potter's twin and possibly growing to be Harry Potter's brother-in-law

So he tries to avoid you at all times

But he can't, his body just won't allow him

And also, you're really good at finding him

In the end, he learns to accept it but Harry and Draco still bicker and fight

Even when you guys are 20+ years old, they still fight like siblings - which is actually perfect since they're brothers in law now

TOM RIDDLE

After Harry defeated his father, aka Voldemort, and brought "peace" to the world - he's hated his guts

Because although Voldemort was a mass murder, genocide supporter, blood racist, classist, backstabbing, asshole... That was still Tom's dad

But even then, Voldemort wasn't a great father. He was actually the worst father to ever live. For all of Tom's childhood, he was brain washed and tortured to believe his father was amazing, and sadly it worked on him

So finding out that his s/o, which was already an EXTREMELY rare sight since he can't tolerate anyone, was Harry Potter's twin....

Oh, he goes fucking insane and runs away to the forbidden forrest to "process" all of his emotions (he kills almost every animal in there out of pure strength)

Falling for the person who's related to your father's killer is not easy to handle

So,,, honestly I think Tom would break up with you and never give you a shot again

But, he still owns you - he just can't be with you duhhh

If you ever try to move on or get a new boyfriend, he simply make them "disappear"

It makes you isolate yourself from the dating world - but thank god Tom is there to offer to be fwb!

(this was his plan all along. he will never stop loving you but he doesn't have the guts to fully commit to a relationship anyways but he still wants you - so fwb is the easiest solution for him to avoid the guilt of actually dating you whilst still getting to own you in some way)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

He's the exact opposite of Tom, he actually really respects and likes Harry

After Harry killed Voldemort, he felt so free. It was like Harry got rid of the shackle that was keeping him down for so long

Unlike Tom, Mattheo always knew that what their father was doing was wrong and cruel - but he was forced to go along with the family's plans because he'd be punished if he didn't

Not only that, Mattheo and Harry both play Quidditch and are good rivals - he loves the competition

So he actually gets along fine with Harry

When he finds out you two are actually TWINS he's so shocked like omg

He wonders what would have happened if you ate Harry while in the womb or smth

And he also wonders why you and Harry aren't exactly identical (you are identical... mattheo just doesn't understand why harry has glasses and you don't....)

Doesn't mind bringing Harry on a couple of dates - But when Harry does come... it's basically like you're third wheeling

Your cute dates are ruined because these two dumbass men decide to do stupid stuff

Like for example, a cute date of mini golfing got ruined because Harry and Mattheo decided to see who could chuck their golf ball the farthest

They ended up breaking multiple windows...

Or when Mattheo took you out to go ice skating but it got ruined because fucking Harry surprised Mattheo with hockey gear

The two ended up playing hockey,,,, just a 1v1,,,, and crashed into so many bystanders that they just shut down the rink

They are now brothers for life... you must deal with this

THEODORE NOTT

When he finds out you're twins, he takes such a big sigh of relief

"Oh my gosh, that why you guys always hang out... I thought you might have been dating."

Instantly, you want to vomit in your mouth

Theo has little to no history with Harry, besides bullying Harry during their first few years at Hogwarts

But Theo was never a good bully... especially when he was younger

Because he was still learning English and had the THICKEST Italian accent that you barely understood him

One time in their 2nd year, Theo came up to Harry and insulted his nerdy glasses

But Harry simply tilted his head, "Sorry, no espanol."

From that day, it's a strong inside joke between all the Slytherin boys and Theo can never escape it

Harry's unintentional roast made Theo study English 10x times harder than he ever did before

So he's kinda grateful to him in a way but he does wanna get back at him

He's super chill around Harry and the two get along fine and dandy but nothing too special

They both respect each other a lot actually and don't cross any boundaries with each other

Since they're kinda similar actually: quidditch players, pull tons of bitches, decently smart, and "foreign" in some way

Basically: coolest in laws ever

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

Oh my fucking god these two suck each other dicks

The amount of glazing they do for each other is CRAZYYY

When Enzo finds out you're twins with Harry - he's so happy because Harry and Enzo are actually really cool with each other

They both play quidditch together sometimes, play the same games, and they love the same shows

You basically lose your boyfriend... to your brother

Everywhere you two go,,, Harry is invited against your will

Going to watch a movie? Harry and Enzo are gonna share a blanket and leave you in the cold

Going to an arcade? Harry and Enzo will play every single game against each other and even take selfies of their wins

Fuck, even going shopping, the two banter and chat while you try on clothes

One time they got bored of waiting for you to try stuff on so they LEFT YOU and went to go get MATCHING T-SHIRTS???!?!??!?!?!???

Of course,,, you and Enzo do get alone time - some times

But you honestly love seeing how strong Enzo and Harry's bond is because it makes you happy that you picked the perfect boyfriend for your family

It's even better when Harry get his yearly girlfriend (that he will eventually leave heart broken)

So now you can go on double dates!!!

And hopefully the girl that Harry is with is cool, so that way you can also share a strong bond just like Enzo and Harry

But you can't get too attached.... your brother is a man-whore after all... 😞

[base0h]

If you were in the hospital

a/n - I’m in the hospital so this is absolutely perfect 💪 kinda self indulgent sorry

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, sick reader, modern au, I bully kidd even when I’m sick (don’t worry I’m not too sick to bully him)

- this asshole wouldn’t fit through the damn doorway 💀 and he would be the person the other patients were complaining about

- “Um. Nurse? There’s this red haired guy who threatened to kill me earlier?” -random innocent person

- jokes aside, he would stay with you and get you whatever you need. Aggressively.

- “Hey Kidd, I need some water.”

- “NURSE I NEED SOME FUCKING WATER.”

- “Kidd! Ask nicely-!”

- “I NEED SOME FUCKING WATER PLEASE.”

- poor you 😭

- he would try and sleep with you on the bed but his fat ass can’t fit 💀 bro is too big for that

- he would also invite killer if that’s ok with you, killer is a better caretaker than him obviously

- he would be helping the nurses politely and making sure you were comfortable

- Kidd would literally threaten the doctor to come and check on you or else he’d kill his family 😭😭😭😭 pls save this doctor

- when the room gets super quiet, he’d ask the literal most random ass questions so it doesn’t get awkward but it gets more awkward after he asks them

- “Does your ass itch? Mine does.”

- “WTF KIDD?!”

- 💀💀💀💀

- He snores really loud so you’re probably not going to sleep very well, but knowing he’s there with you is comforting at least

- bro wakes up the other patients in other rooms 💀

- if Kidd is there, killer’s there too- they’re inseparable and also Kidd would die if killer and you weren’t there trying to keep this dumbass alive

- killer would be telling Kidd to shut up every five seconds as he should

- all in all, a 0/10 hospital experience, but a 10/10 emotional support experience 👍

- let’s just say this time, he’s not your doctor

- trust me, he’d be there before you even arrive in the ambulance 💀 he has everything you need

- changes of clothes, your favorite blankets, water bottles, stuffed animals, movies, literally everything

- he’d be the one who’s talking with the nurses and telling them what to do 😭 the poor doctor became his subordinate

- it got kind of annoying, but he asks a TON of questions almost every minute or so

- “Are you feeling nauseated?”

- “Dizzy?”

- “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

- “What’s your name, and where are you right now?”

- yeah he’s just worried, go along with it

- he’s the type of guy to literally never leave and just stare at you the entire time, it’s creepy

- “Law, you staring at me is not helping.”

- “I- wha-?! Fine. I’m just worried y/n.”

- “Okok! Sorry- you can stare at me- don’t sulk and turn emo in the corner!”

- “I’m not EMO!”

- “Yeah you kinda are.”

- Law is the definition of emo 💀 he can’t lie about it, and he can’t hide it, it’s just natural

- even if you don’t want to, he’s going to help you walk around the hospital room, just to keep the blood flow going

- he knows that even though you’re not supposed to move around a lot, walking a little bit is good

- law will not sleep at all- he will continue to stare at you as you sleep, it’s creepy 😭

- literally law: 👁️ _ 👁️

- it’s amazing how you were able to sleep with him staring through your soul, I commend you for that

- my man is THE WORST when it comes to you getting sick

- he looks everything up on google and gets the worst results

- “S/o has a horrible stomachache.”

- “Cancer.” -google

- “S/o feels dizzy.”

- “Cancer.” -google

- oml poor ace 😭

- he rushed you to the ER, and almost crashed into 80 cars on the way 💀

- “MOVE OUTTA THE WAY-! Y/N IS SICK MOVE IT!”

- trust me, they moved out of the way

- the doctors hate him because he thinks you have some crazy disease when in reality you just have a really bad flu

- “I’m telling you! It’s appendicitis!”

- “Sir- it’s the flu- please calm down.”

- “I’M CALM.”

- no he’s not 😭

- very confused by the machines

- “IS THAT LIFE SUPPORT?! I KNEW IT! YOU’RE DYING! AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

- “Ace. It’s an IV. It’s so I don’t get dehydrated.”

- “LIFE SUPPORT BECAUSE YOU’RE DEHYDRATED?! ASVJSBDJENDINFKFNFJF!”

- called sabo and started freaking out to him 💀

- “SABO. Y/N IS DYING WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO?!”

- “Ace I’m sure y/n is not dying. Calm down.”

- “WHY IS EVERYONE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN?! I’M SO CALM RIGHT NOW?”

- you sure abt that ace?

- I can confirm that he is never calm when it comes to your health and safety

- he wouldn’t know what to do, but he’d follow you and stay with you for the entire time, so don’t worry about that

- he’s like law, and would stare at you literally every second that you’re there

- “Zoro you don’t have to stare.”

- “I dunno- what if you start having a stroke?!”

- “I’M NOT OLD IDIOT!”

- my guy doesn’t know that you’re not an old, senile elderly person 💀

- he would fall asleep on you while holding your hand, since he’s been so worried, it kind of exhausts him

- it’s adorable though

- he snores, but it’s cute that he fell asleep holding your hand just tight enough to let you know he’s there with you 💜

- if you ever needed help getting some water, a heat pack for your stomach, or literally anything? He’s got you covered

- but if he has to leave your room for it he might not come back. Ever.

- as you were watching tv about some crash a couple miles away, you saw a green haired guy in the background that looked oddly familiar

- he seemed to be buying a water from a vending machine

- when he turned around you almost broke the tv remote in half

- “ZORO?!”

- nah this idiot 💀 y/n I suggest you put some kind of leash on him

a/n - zoro needs to eat the gps gps no mi 😭

[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐓 ( a collection of sentence starters from season one of amazon's fallout show. feel free to adjust the wording and pronouns as needed! do not add to the list. )

❛  and in that respect, he could be a cannibal or just like, crammed full of tumours. ❜ ❛  flesh is weak but steel endures. ❜ ❛  unless you know what to find and preserve, you're more useful as a corpse. ❜ ❛  how do we know they're not feral? ❜ ❛  well what makes you think i give a good goddamn about that? ❜ ❛  well what the fuck would you know 'bout where i'm from? ❜ ❛  but for me, well, i do this shit for the love of the game. ❜ ❛  you come from a place of rules, of laws. this place is indifferent to all of that. ❜ ❛  question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether? ❜ ❛  you earn the suit through acts of bravery. this is an act of bravery. ❜ ❛  and i'm telling you you're gonna go through a whole lot worse if you stay 'round here. trust me. ❜ ❛  clean hair. nice teeth. and all ten fingers. must be nice. ❜ ❛  the vaults were nothing more than a hole in the ground for rich folks to hide in while the rest of the world burned. ❜ ❛  you know your kind ain't welcome here. ❜ ❛  you gotta be fucking kidding me. ❜ ❛  you'll be lucky if you can make it to fucking breakfast. ❜ ❛  i'm sorry for yellin', been shot in the leg. ❜ ❛  do you have anyone else you can trust in this town? ❜ ❛  do i really have to kill him? ❜ ❛  well, if you like the taste of lavender, why not just drink a bottle of perfume? ❜ ❛  that's the worst thing i've ever put in my mouth. that's horrible. ❜ ❛  do unto others as you would have done unto you. ❜ ❛  thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time. ❜ ❛  water water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. ❜ ❛  where do you think you're going? you ain't going nowhere. ❜ ❛  there you are, you little killer. ❜ ❛  no! what a disgusting idea. i'm simply going to harvest your organs. ❜ ❛  i may end up looking like you, but i'll never be like you. ❜ ❛  i really wanna believe you but practically every person i've met up here has tried to kill me. ❜ ❛  listen, hey. you don't get this medicine, you're gonna pass out, okay? and if you lose consciousness, we're both gonna die. ❜ ❛  i've seen these in old engineering manuals but never in real life. ❜ ❛  now, seeing as everyone on earth seems to be after that thing, i'm guessing that's what you're looking for too? ❜ ❛  and you could've killed me when i collapsed back there and you didn't. ❜ ❛  i get that trust doesn't come easily up here. but you can trust me. ❜ ❛  i hate it up here. ❜ ❛  the things i'm willing to do for you never cease to amaze me. ❜ ❛  hey, hey, hey. come here. i'm sorry. i know you always try to do the right thing. that's what i love about you. ❜ ❛  trust doesn't come easily to those of us with a guilty conscience. ❜ ❛  in my experience, the apple tends not to fall too far from the tree. is that true in your case? ❜ ❛  these people are hiding something from us, and i'm gonna prove it to you, okay? ❜ ❛  there's always some new little faction, ain't there? brand new team of believers with their own dumbass ideas about how they gonna save the world. ❜ ❛  so what d'you think [name]? am i really walking out of here today, or are you gonna try and draw on me for what i did? ❜ ❛  a good bad guy doesn't see themselves as the bad guy. ❜ ❛  and yet power is taken, not given. a lesson you seem to have learned. ❜ ❛  war never changes. ❜ ❛  you look out at this wasteland, looks like chaos. but there's always somebody behind the wheel. and that's who i wanna talk to. ❜ ❛  maybe you can stop them. maybe you can't. maybe all you can do is try. ❜

[luvrboydave]

Please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!

pairing: ghostface!kirk hammett x fem!reader

warnings: somewhat dark content, stalking, creep!kirk, panty stealing, knives, blood, violence, little bit of a breeding kink, sadism maybe (?), degradation, name calling (slut, whore), pet names (doll), possibly ooc kirk

words: 3.1k

a/n: i did not proof read this so if there are mistakes that's totally on me LMAO i hope you all enjoy bc this was my first time writing anything like this (it ended up being a little less ghostface centered bc my brain went on autopilot)

By the time he has you checked out, it’s a few minutes past closing. He sees you to the door, holding it open for you like the gentleman he is. As you’re leaving, Kirk calls out to you, that sickly sweet smile on his face, “Be safe. It’s dangerous for girls like you to walk the streets at night.”

Kirk first notices you when you strut into the movie rental store a few minutes before closing. You look entirely lost, eyes scanning the store hurriedly. When he walks over to you, he swears that he’s just doing his job, being a good employee and helping out lost customers. But deep down, he knows he’s lying to himself. He puts on that bright smile he hates so much and asks what you’re looking for in his nicest voice. When you tell him you’re looking for Friday the 13th, Kirk knows he has to have you.

Your cautiousness makes it way harder for Kirk to follow behind you. In retrospect, maybe telling you the streets aren’t safe wasn’t the best idea if he wanted to stalk you back to your house, but he’d just have to deal with it. When you look over your shoulder, you see a flit of darkness from the corner of your eye, choosing to brush it off as the shadow of an animal. You speed up slightly, just wanting to get home and watch the movie as quickly as possible. Kirk continues to follow you, dipping back into the shadows when you check over your shoulder.

His words make you feel uneasy. You’d heard that there have been rumors of a so-called ghostface copycat killer on the loose. Some unstable dumbass killing people with that stupid mask on after watching Scream. You’re extra cautious on your way home, checking over your shoulder occasionally to make sure you’re not being followed.

Eventually, you make it to your house, breathing a loud sigh as you finally unlock your door. You step inside, slipping your shoes off and turning the lock behind you before heading towards the living room. You set the VHS on the coffee table and walk to the kitchen, preparing something to eat during the movie. You head back to the living room, sliding the VHS into the player and plopping down on the couch.

Kirk watches you closely through the window to your left. He studies your reactions to the movie, how you jump when a loud noise plays or how you grimace and squirm at the gore; he finds you fascinating. He watches you for the entire duration of the movie, only leaving after watching you get undressed for bed. He leaves your house that night with a painfully hard dick and a plan to have you all for himself.

–

Kirk continues to watch you for at least another week; he’s practically memorized your schedule by now. He knows that recently, it’s become your habit to come into the rental store to rent a new horror movie every night, which is very convenient for him. He can follow you home and observe you as soon as he closes the shop, and on his days off, he can sneak into your bedroom window while you’re away and rummage through your underwear drawer, maybe even take a pair home for his nasty fantasies and return them the next day soiled with his cum. Kirk knows it’s disgusting, but that’s exactly why he enjoys it so much; the thought of you wearing a pair he’s soiled and not even realizing it gets him so worked up.

Kirk smiles to himself as he’s shelving tapes. Tonight, he would execute his master plan. Glancing at the clock, he sets things into motion—11:50 p.m. Right on time, you walk through the door, your previous rental in hand. Kirk nods his head to you in acknowledgement as you drop your tape into the return bin. He eyes you as you head to the horror section to peruse the available films before returning his attention to his task.

“Excuse me, Sir?” You squeak, standing behind Kirk. He whips around to face you, smiling and greeting you, “How may I help you?”

Kirk takes a moment to think; it’d be pretty ironic if he picked Scream for you. You watch his smile widen as he says, “Why don’t you just rent ‘em both?”

“Well, I’m a very indecisive person…so I was just wondering if you could help me decide which movie to rent.” You mumble quickly, holding up Scream and A Nightmare on Elm Street.

You shrug. “That’s my limit. I need to save as much money as possible, y’know.”

He puts his hand on your arm, and you tense up.

“How about I rent Elm Street for you…I’ll let you take it home if you promise to return it by tomorrow.”

Your eyes widen, and you smile at him. “Really? I swear I’ll have it back by this time tomorrow!”

He chuckles at your words, and his hand slips from your arm to your lower back. He guides you up to the counter, hand lingering for a bit too long on your body as he moves to check your rentals out. You think nothing of it, brushing it off as him being friendly.

He sees you to the door again, waving to you and shouting, “Have a good night, stay safe…” before closing the doors and locking up.

–

When the person on the other end replies, your stomach drops. His voice is gravelly, very obviously altered with a voice changer.

You’re almost an hour into Scream when the landline rings. You get up from the couch, stopping the tape before answering the phone, “Hello?”

“Who is this?”

You barely think before answering him, “Is this some sort of sick joke? It’s not very funny.”

“I assure you, this is very real…but you’ve got it all wrong in that pretty little head of yours. I just wanna talk...” he pouts on the other end.

“I don’t care. Bye now.” You state, putting the phone back on the hook and breathing a loud sigh.

As soon as you sit down and prepare to continue the movie, the phone rings again. You throw your head back and groan, standing up again to answer the call.

“Hello?” You hiss, annoyed that your movie time was interrupted by some dumbass playing a prank.

“Well, that wasn’t nice…” The man on the other line laughs, “I only said I wanted to talk.”

“Talk to someone else then.”

As you move to hang the phone up, you hear him growl, “Don’t you dare hang up on me, slut. I’ll slit your pretty little throat if you even think about it.”

Your words get caught in your throat, stunned at the switch from the once calm voice to the threatening one you hear now.

“Now, listen carefully, we’re gonna play a little game. Get one question wrong, and you’re dead, understand?”

You stand in shock, throat tightening painfully and tears beginning to well at the corners of your eyes.

“I said, do you understand? Yes or no.”

You nod, whimpering a soft “yes” through your tears.

You easily answer his first two questions, both about movies you’d already seen.

“That’s not fair! I haven’t finished watching the movie. There’s no way I’ll be able to answer this one correctly!”

“Good…now, who is the killer in Scream?” he asks, and you can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

“Too bad. You better start thinking of a good answer. Otherwise, it’s game over for you.”

Your brain is moving at a mile a minute, trying to recall every detail from the past hour of the movie that could point to who the killer might be. You remember the scene where the character Stu explains how to gut someone, which is quite suspicious. You take a shaky breath before answering, “Stu. The killer is Stu.”

“Sorry, doll…That’s incorrect. I guess that’s game over! The correct answer would’ve been Stu and Billy.”

“Wait, no! There was no way for me to get that one right! You tricked me!” You cry desperately, sinking to the floor and hiding beside the couch.

“Hmm…I guess that one was a bit unfair. Okay, how about this one: where am I?”

As he finishes the question, you hear your bedroom window being forced open and the stomp of heavy boots on your floor. In a panic, you drop the phone and quickly rush to the kitchen to grab anything you can to defend yourself. You grab a knife and duck behind the kitchen island, trying to steady your breath and be as quiet as possible. Holding the knife close to your chest, you peek around the island, catching a glimpse of a pair of black boots in the living room. Slowly, you begin crawling towards the hallway to your bedroom, thinking you could escape from the window he entered through.

Halfway down the hallway, the floor creaks as you take a step. You feel as if your heart is going to burst from your chest. The masked man’s head whips towards your direction, watching you as you scramble up from the floor, dropping the knife, bolting into the open bedroom door and slamming it behind you. Once in the room, you immediately run to the window but quickly realize that it’s closed. Curses fall from your lips as you search for an alternative, ultimately deciding to slide underneath your bed.

Your bedroom door creaks open, the man’s heavy boots sounding like thunder with each step he takes. You cover your mouth with your hand, eyes squeezing shut to keep yourself from letting tears spill down your face. You can hear him open the window again, and you assume he’s checking to make sure you didn’t get away. He moves from the window to the closet, throwing the door open and checking every inch for you.

Your heart is pounding as he circles the bed. And then suddenly, his footsteps stop. You wait a few seconds before doing your best to look over your shoulder in the cramped space. A scream escapes your throat when you see that goddamned mask looking at you all squished under the bed. You feel his hand grab onto your ankle, and before you can even start to react, he’s pulling you out from your hiding spot. Your hands grasp for something to hold onto, legs kicking frantically to try to escape his hold.

Your efforts are in vain as he easily pulls you from underneath the bed. You continue to struggle in his grasp, flailing around, trying to get him to let go. The man makes the mistake of not securing your hands first, allowing you to reach towards his mask and pull it from his head. Your Brows furrow in confusion as you take in the face of the unmasked man–the sweet movie rental boy named Kirk. He’s stunned for a second, not expecting you to be so bold, but quickly snaps out of it and reaches for his knife. He uses one hand to hold you down on the floor as the other presses the knife to your throat.

“I wasn’t planning on killing you before, doll…I was just havin’ a bit of fun.” He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, “But now that you’ve seen my face, I’m afraid you’ve gotta go; I can't have you running around telling everyone my secret.”

“Please…” You whimper quietly, “I’ll do anything; please don’t kill me.”

“Those are dangerous words, slut. Are you sure you stand by them? You’ll do anything for me to spare your life?” His tone is sinister, and you see a dangerous glint in his eyes through your tears.

“Yes. I swear, anything you want.”

His grip slowly loosens on your neck, and he lightly slides the knife's tip down your neck.

“Good.” He smiles, standing up and grabbing a fistful of your hair, “Get on the bed.”

Kirk uses his grip on your hair to pull you up from the floor and shoves you back onto the mattress. You watch him, eyes wide and scared as he stalks closer.

“Shirt off, now. Otherwise, I’ll take it off for you, and I promise you don’t want that.”

You pull the shirt over your head with shaky hands, immediately moving to cover your exposed tits out of embarrassment. Kirk growls and reaches forward to move your arms away from your chest.

“Hide yourself from me again, and I cut you, whore.”

Kirk continues making you undress until you're in only your pretty blue panties. When he sees the pair you decided to wear, that dangerous smile returns to his face, “Y’know…that’s one of the pairs I jerked off with.”

He says it so casually that you almost disregard it until you fully process what he said. You respond with a simple “Huh?”

“Yeah, I snuck in here and stole a pair to use almost every time you were gone.” He laughs, “You make it awfully easy for someone to break in…if I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted me to.”

Kirk unlaces his boots, slides them off, and then climbs onto the bed to hover over your body. His hand slips lower and lower, caressing down your plush body until he reaches your clothed cunt. Running two fingers over your pussy through your panties, Kirk chuckles, “You should be ashamed of yourself. You’re soaked for the man who threatened to kill you…fucking whore.”

You whine as he rubs at your cunt, hips lifting to chase his hand as he pulls it back.

“Look at that…” he teases, “My little doll is already desperate for me, and I’ve barely touched her.”

Kirk finds the knife again, sliding it up your leg slowly before finally letting it rest on your cunt. Your heart speeds up when you see the knife so close to you. He drags it to your hip, slipping it under the waistband of your underwear and slicing through it, mirroring his actions on the opposite side as well. He pulls the ruined fabric away from your sopping cunt, leaving you entirely bare under him.

In an instant, the blade of the knife is pressed to your throat again. He slips a finger into your cunt, fucking it into you painfully slow.

“Better not move too much. We wouldn’t want that pretty throat of yours slit open, would we?”

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, scared that any slight movement of your throat will get you cut. When your hip bucks up into his hand again, you feel a sting where the knife is pressing into your skin. “Whoops!” He exclaims in fake surprise, “Guess I got a little carried away…” Kirk brings the knife away from your neck and up to his lips, tongue darting out to clean your blood from the blade.

You’re absolutely sure he has a few screws loose, but you honestly couldn’t care less right now. You cry out as he adds another finger, stretching you open perfectly. Your hands grasp his hair, threading your fingers to find purchase in the curls. Your vision blurs as he speeds up, the coil in your stomach feeling like it could snap at any second. Kirk makes you cum faster with his fingers than anyone else has ever made you cum.

You moan loudly, body shaking and convulsing as you let go around his fingers. He helps you ride out your orgasm, thumb rubbing lightly at your clit, overstimming you ever so slightly. Kirk drops the knife to your side and begins lifting the black ghostface robe off of himself, revealing the Misfits shirt he wore earlier that night. He unzips his jeans and pulls his boxers down just enough for his dick to bob out.

‘Can’t wait to slip into your tight and messy cunt, doll…so fuckin’ wet for me.” He growls, teasing the head of his cock against your sensitive clit. Kirk pushes your legs up to your chest, practically folding you in half, and uses one hand to keep you in place. His other hand rests on your throat, adding light pressure as he pushes his cock into your cunt. You grip the sheets as his cock stretches you open.

He’s relentless with his thrusts once he bottoms out, fucking into you like an animal. “Fuck, Kirk!” You cry, “So fuckin’ good, feels like you’re in my guts…”

He grips your throat tighter, and the cut from earlier begins to sting again. You can't tell if the tears falling from your eyes are from the pain or the pleasure at this point; all you know is that you don’t want Kirk to stop. The lack of oxygen makes your brain feel fuzzy, and you’re not sure what to pay attention to anymore. Everything feels so overwhelming.

“Mmh, shit…I can feel you tightening up on me.” Kirk groans, “If your pussy keeps hugging me like this, I might just have to fuckin’ breed you, doll.”

Lost in the moment, all you can do is whine his name as he fucks into you faster, lewd sounds of skin against skin echoing off the walls. He moves his hand from your throat, allowing you to catch your breath. The now free hand moves down to play with your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

You see white as you cum around Kirk’s cock, low whines and loud moans falling from your lips. Kirk’s orgasm comes not long after yours, cock throbbing inside you as he empties his cum into your cunt. You expect him to pull out and leave as soon as he’s done, but surprisingly, he doesn’t. Instead, he picks the knife up again, hovering over your left tit. He brings the knife down and begins to carve something into your skin. It hurts like hell, and you tear up as he does it. He pulls back to examine his work after he’s finished, eyes scanning the marred flesh with pride. You look down, trying to see what he carved, only being able to make out the letters ‘K.H.’

Kirk pulls out from your cunt and watches as his cum spills from you with a sadistic smile. “Hope you’re on the pill, doll.” He mumbles as he tucks himself back into his boxers and zips his jeans. He puts his boots back on and grabs his knife and costume before going over to the window and opening it. As he’s climbing out, he looks back at you, who is on the verge of passing out on your bed.

“Thanks, doll…Keep it up like this, and I won’t have to kill you. See ya around.”

Kirk is gone in an instant, and you’re left alone on your bed, pussy filled with his cum and his initials carved into your tit.

tags: @ridethehammett

[theres-a-body-here]

Creep!Reader with Male Survivors (Part 2)

You're one cruel and sick creep, and you plan to let every survivor know that.

Jake Park

He doesn't feel much towards you

To him, you're just another killer he needs to evade

Jake won't let you use his emotions against him

You don't really like to chase him

"Come on! Smile or something"

Your camera is in his face as he just stares at you nonchalantly

You huff and storm away while muttering

"Danny's right; you're a waste of memory space"

Ironically, you don't see his look of confusion

Who the hell was Danny?

Jake never seems to be stressed by the things you put him through

He's as calm and cold as the fog

He rarely ever talks to you

You find that pretty boring

You've resorted to doing the most unhinged shit you can think of to get a reaction out of him

Kiss his cheek while you carry him to hook?

He just keeps wiggling out like normal

Camp and tunnel him?

He avoids your gaze and hangs there silently

It's getting frustrating

Unfortunately for Jake, you have plenty of time for new ideas

You have plenty of time. You have even more when you kill everyone but Jake and leave him slugged.

He was sprawled on the grimy ground, blood oozing from his wounds. You knelt beside him, your demeanor oddly nonchalant for the grim circumstances. Your fingers idly toyed with your whip.

"You gonna say something?" you asked, the curiosity in your tone almost casual, like you were discussing the weather. Your camcorder dangled lazily from your hand, recording the macabre scene.

Yet, Jake remained defiantly silent. His teeth were clenched, and he steadfastly avoided meeting your eyes, determined to deny you even the tiniest shred of satisfaction, refusing to give you the reaction you so desperately craved.

With an impatient sigh, you found the silence dreadfully monotonous. An idea struck you, and you slowly extended your hand, pushing a finger into one of Jake's open wounds.

Jake couldn't contain his agony any longer. He let out a primal scream through gritted teeth, his suffering reminiscent of a wounded animal's cry. It was a satisfying sound, one that you had longed to hear.

A sinister grin crept across your lips as you chuckled softly. "Finally," you remarked in a more casual tone, "I knew you had something fun for me." With a sadistic glint in your eyes, you continued to toy with his wound, and Jake clenched the ground beneath him, his face contorted in pain.

Still, he refused to speak to you. He eventually bled out before you could manage to reach his insides up to your elbow.

Bill Overbeck

Bill is absolutely unnerved by you

You seem to be infatuated with the older male survivors

This doesn't bode well for him

"You run pretty well for a smoker"

He hears your awful laughter as he tries to loop you

Bill grits his teeth as he slams a pallet on you

He smiles a little when he hears your cry of pain

You seem to not handle fakes very well

Bill has slammed almost every pallet on the map on you

He can hear the grinding of your teeth under your wolf mask

"That fucking hurt"

Looks like you getting tilted, Bill smirks

"Remember that pain when you chase me, dumbass"

Bill doesn't stay to see your reaction

But a chill goes through his body when he hears you make a promise

"I'll give you something to remember, forever"

He stays on high alert as he escapes the chase

His mistake was caring for the others

He probably should've realized it was a trap

You hooked Feng and waited close by

When Bill felt you pull him onto your shoulder as he went for the save, his heart sank

He began to wiggle like hell

You don't take him to a hook; you just plop him down on the floor

You knelt beside Bill, your ever-present camcorder continuing to document his pain. The werewolf mask loomed over him as your hand reached out to touch his back, fingers tracing patterns.

Bill's stomach churned, and the urge to vomit threatened to overcome him. He fought desperately to crawl away from you, the taste of dirt and despair mingling in his mouth. But it was a futile struggle. You were a relentless force, like a predatory creature toying with its prey.

With a sickening, calculated grace, you knelt upon his back, your weight crushing him down into the unforgiving ground. Bill's world shrank to a suffocating tunnel of terror. As the unfeeling lens of your camcorder captured every agonizing moment, he couldn't help but wonder who the recordings were for.

As your hand ventured lower and lower towards his ass, Bill's panic surged to a fever pitch. He thrashed about violently, desperately trying to evade your touch, his heart pounding in his chest like a trapped animal. The dread of what might happen next gnawed at his very soul.

But then, like a twisted reprieve, the unmistakable popping of a generator broke through the realm's silence. Your hand withdrew, and you let out an exasperated sigh. The unexpected interruption seemed to momentarily spare Bill from further torment.

"Maybe next time, Pookie bear," you cooed, your tone dripping with a perverse affection that sent shivers down his spine. You rose to your feet and began to walk off towards the main building.

Bill felt unclean.

Ashley Williams

One of the few who tolerated you

He was quite the annoyance sometimes

Fuck Mettle of Man

But you liked him

He was always fun to chase

Witty remarks and flirts back and forth

"Stay still, Handy Manny"

"Sorry kiddo, no can do. Maybe drop your fetish whip and then we'll talk"

It was really refreshing

So much so that you let him have the hatch if he's the last one

Sometimes

The footage you have of him is basically one long blooper reel

Even when you carry him he's pretty chill, even as he wiggles

"Aw come on, throw me a bone will ya?"

"You brought Head On and Flashbang, hell no"

Even if he doesn't hold grudges, don't expect an easy chase

You rarely chase him at the beginning of trials because he's that good

Frustrating, but in an amusing way

It helps that he's pretty smoking

Groovy

"You're really something, Ash," you purred with wicked allure, your werewolf mask hiding the twisted grin that danced on your lips. "I think I want you for my next... film."

Ash couldn't help but chuckle, his voice laced with a playful tone, "Oh, baby, I've seen films like yours at the adult video arcades. You'll have to try harder than that to impress me!"

With a deft leap, he vaulted through a grimy window, your whip striking him with a satisfying snap. But even as pain coursed through his veins, Ash didn't miss a beat, calling back to you, "Nice try, wolfie, but I've had worse dates!"

You hesitate for far too long as you hear him say that. You scoff at your relapse in focus, knowing you probably wouldn't catch up to him now. You record his fleeting form with your camcorder. It wouldn't hurt to have some comedy in your collection.

You wonder if he'll be mad that Ash used his petname for you.

Ghostface, when you told him how your match went:

Bonus~~~~~~~~~~~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CALLED YOU WOLFIE?!?!?"

Masterlist here

[ant1quarian]

MC as a pest control person?

How different Avian Boys would react to you, a human, doing pest control in their neck of the forest.

Featuring:

Classic

Red

Axe

Dust

Killer

As always, the word "Avians" = Violence mentioned

Classic actually appreciates what you’re doing, after he gets over his initial distrust in you. He’s had a problem with a lot of pests in his territory for a long while, but he’s usually too lazy to do anything big about it. He’s also very intrigued and has probably set off a couple traps to figure out how they work.

It’ll take a while, but eventually he’ll show himself to you. He’s very careful not to spook you too badly as he knows avians have a bad rep, but his curiosity always does eventually take over. Soon it’ll be common for Classic to come up and yoink your crap. Be careful not to leave anything particularly shiny out, or he’ll grab it and you likely won’t see it again– unless you’re planning on bargaining for it, which means you’ve got to have something bigger and/or shinier.

Red is initially a bit disgruntled that humans are in his territory and had likely assumed you were using weird, human ways of hunting and taking from his territory (which he didn’t care about that much.) 

It was once he realised you were getting rid of the pests that he realised– oh shit, you’re actually nice. Pretty rare, from what he’s seen of humans. Expect him to just randomly pop up one day, scare the ever-living-shit out of you, and just offer you food (he’s never seen you eat on the job, after all). Whether you take it or not doesn’t matter– he continues to be his normal, flirtatious self. He seems to genuinely enjoy flirting with you, acting as if he’s trying to lure you into the forest.

He’s actually pretty fun to be around, though he does make a habit of setting off your traps every now and then before blipping away at that incredible speed he can move with and looking at you like: ‘now isn’t that weird. Wonder who did that.’

Axe is, well… he would have seen you in his territory and promptly though “the fuck” before beginning to study you. He’s there. He’s always there, intrigued by your very existence. There probably isn’t a lot of pests in his territory– his presence tends to scare them off.

If he scares the shit out of you and you still come back, well… he’s going to hang around. A lot. I won’t act like he’s some sort of saint because he most definitely would have tried to steal you once or twice. All in all, if he decides you’re allowed in his territory, it’s a struggle getting out of it every time you do have to leave.

It’s also normal for him to bring you food and also just… eat the pests you manage to trap. Your co-workers have definitely figured out that something’s up.

Dust would have noticed you the second you stepped close to his territory, probably wondering what a tiny, squishy human was doing in his area. He undoubtedly kind of just stalks you while you’re around, both intrigued and vaguely irritated.

His territory is pretty clean. The sharp edge to his scent that his LV gives him scares the shit out of most predators and makes a vast majority of the pests run for the hills. If they’re not native to avian country, they tend to turn around and run away as fast as possible.

Eventually he will just turn up and stand in your view, watching you intently as you set traps and cut down any sort of invasive flora. One day, you’ll begin to find the carcasses of the dead pests laid out beside your trap– and in excess amount. Seems Dust has figured out which specific animals you’re trying to get rid of, so he’s hunting them for you. 

Killer is a territorial dumbass and would have immediately confronted you once he found you. You would have had to stammer out the reason you were there quick-smart, or you’d find yourself skewered on an Eiderlade (The name humans have given avian feather-swords).

Once he realises that you’re here to help… well… he kind of turns it into a competition? Your traps catch three pests, he’s caught six. He views it at a challenge ‘cause “no way some human’s gonna one-up me in my territory.”

He’ll start being a little shit sometime soon as well– constantly yoinking things off of you and has to be bribed to give them back. He especially likes to set off your traps right after you’ve set them with a shit-eating grin– but you’ll realise your traps were untampered with when you come back after being away. It seems he only does it because it’s one of the main ways he gets your attention– and for him, any attention is good attention.

[elliestwoleftfingerss]

Hey, can you write something for Tommy Miller? The reader is tommy's wife and he finds her after serval years after he thought she was dead (she using all his tricks, she learned from him) he being a proud husband. Thank you 💜

Sorry if I took a while to reply to this, my absolute dumbass was reading it at 10 at night and thought the gender was switched (I basically thought Tommy was the one who was supposed to be dead lmfao). This gave me strong 'Huntsman: Winters War' vibes, so if it goes off a little, blame Chris Hemsworth <3 Thanks for the request, and I hope y'all enjoy :>

Not proofread

Gender: Female (She / Her)

Word count: 1125 words, 6054 characters

Warning: Mentions of death, Mentions of violence, Strong language

You knew death was coming to you. It was an inevitable end, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Death seemed like a foreign concept to you; you were always out of reach, but this time, it dug its claws into you and made up for those times you’d cheated it.

With everything you’d experienced in your life, death was more of a welcome than a burden. Your body finally gave in, your mind being able to finally rest from the endless trauma. You’d lived your life, and death opened its arms to you.

Where you were ready to let go, however, Tommy was not. You’d never seen him fight for something so hard before. With half-lidded eyes, you watched your beloved husband as he battled your dance with death to keep you awake. These hands, that had slaughtered more men than you were ever aware of, were so gentle with your broken form as he applied a pressure on the stab wound to your abdomen. The ruthless hands of a killer, handling you with the utmost care.

He tried everything he could think of to stop you from giving in to the temptation of death, but you eventually shut your eyes and let yourself rest.

“Tommy, if you’d just listen to me-” Joel’s gruff voice started, but the older brother wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Tommy interrupted him, for the umpteenth time. He refused to believe what he was hearing.

“Stop fuckin’ lying to me,” Tommy spat, his hands planted firmly on his hips as he turned his back to Joel to pace around the bar. “She isn’t alive.”

No, the dead are supposed to stay dead. Tommy watched you die. In a futile attempt to keep your heart beating, he knew you were long gone. He felt your pulse slip away, the only indicator of your life fading into oblivion like it had never existed at all.

“You aren’t hearing me!” Joel boomed. With Tommy already talking with a loud voice, Joel was now full-blown yelling. He couldn’t get his brother to listen to him; Tommy was convinced that you were dead. Everyone was convinced you were dead. They knew you were.

So how the hell were you alive?

“Because I watched her die!” Tommy snapped back, his voice threateningly low as he whirled around. This was clearly something Joel and Tommy didn’t agree on.

Before the boys could finish this argument, Tommy grabbed his pack and swung it over his shoulder. He didn’t hear any more of what Joel had to say, and stalked out of the Tipsy Bison.

Tommy and Joel’s horses, Justified and Old Beardy, stood tied up outside of the bar, and Tommy was fast to walk down the front steps of the Tipsy Bison and unknotting Justified’s reins. He hopped onto the horse’s back with his pack around his shoulders, spinning the animal in a tight circle and galloping off toward the woods.

As Tommy fled into the woods, he thought about what Joel had told him. It seemed impossible that’d you be alive: you died in his arms. He was first-hand witness to the whole situation, so he knew that there was nothing that could bring you back.

Joel said otherwise. How were you still active, after all of this time? You’d been killed years ago, and Tommy knew what he saw. He saw the woman he loved and valued most, lose the light in her eyes as she gave up the battle of staying conscious to the world.

Tommy huffed as Justified slowed down, the horse trotting his way through the woods with Tommy upon his back. The man needed some time to think about the information that his older brother had just tried to give him. Riding through the woods always gave Tommy some peace of mind.

That is, until he heard a loud gunshot ring through the trees.

The force of the noise was enough to startle Tommy and his horse, the animal immediately taking himself in a circle to run away from the direction that the noise came from. It came from deeper within the forest, the brunt of the shot bouncing around the wooded area.

A normal person’s first instinct would be to run in the opposite direction of a gunshot, but Tommy was drawn to it. Was someone else out here? How close were they? Should he sus out the situation and follow the noise?

The middle-aged man chose the latter, and gave his horse a firm boot with his heels to send him galloping into the woods. The horse wasn’t happy to oblige, but gave in due to the sheer force that was Tommy Miller.

As they raced deeper into the woods, Tommy hoped another shot would ensue so he could try and find the source. He hadn’t seen any people outside of Jackson that he didn’t know, so the situation was refreshing to him.

Tommy pulled Justified to a halt, the horse’s hooves pacing against the foliate ground as the man on his back perked up. Tommy had spotted something – something large, lying on the ground.

Swinging his legs over the saddle and landing with a silent groan, Tommy led his horse toward the thing he’d spotted. As he got closer, he noticed that his observation began to take the shape of some kind of large animal. Upon closer inspection, the animal was a deer. He wasn’t sure what kind of deer, but it was dead.

The deer had a bullet wound at the side of its head, which would’ve killed it instantly. It was a strategically placed shot for a person, so whoever had killed it must have been a good marksman.

Tommy knelt beside the animal and inspected it, one hand holding his horse’s reins, and the other trailing over the wound that the deer had in the side of its face. He wondered who’d shot and killed it. The deer only had the single wound there, so whoever shot it did it effortlessly.

A twig cracked.

Tommy’s head snapped over his shoulder, and his pupils contracted when he was met with the barrel of a gun pointed directly at his face.

On the other end of the gun, a woman, no older than Tommy himself, clutched the weapon with both hands. She adjusted her fingers against the firearm as she kept the front end of the gun in line with Tommy’s eyes.

As Tommy’s eyes crept up the length of the gun and the extended arms of the person, his gaze eventually reached their face. He swallowed back a lump forming in his throat as he took in the bloody-faced woman standing before him.

You, his wife. You were alive.

As promised, a tag for @musings-of-a-rose

Another part? Let me know in the comments or reblogs :) Thanks for reading, and remember my asks are open so bombard me <3

[bubblegum-gf]

i got HACKED TO PIECES by KEVIN and then NECROMANCED by DAN and now i have to wander around pretending i didnt come back wrong and also watching this stupid fucked up thing theyve got going on.

i HAVE TO do it bc i dont have free will anymore (which isnt as bad as it sounds btw bc im dead anyway so i dont care about living my life or whatever) and dan keeps using me as his messenger so now i have to go break into kevins house and hang a fuckin dead pigs head from the ceiling so when he comes home in the evening he sees it silhouetted in the dark dripping blood on the kitchen tiles. and i just know kevin is NOT understanding it the way dan is intending it (necromancers are INSANE, i think this is flirting ??).

i wish i could tell him hes a dumbass and should just send him flowers or something normal but, yknow, no free will and all that.

but also if kevin catches me in his house hell probably kill me again. which wont hurt bc im already dead but i also wont bleed, instead this dry dust will pour out of my skull where his axe splits it open and my body will fall apart in all the places he cut me open before

and i just know kevin gets super creeped out when that happens and that means hes gonna kill even more people until he feels better and then dans gonna exhaust himself resurrecting them all, and then to make HIMSELF feel better dans gonna send someone to leave a dead animal in kevins bed (thats what he fantasises about kevin doing for him) and the whole fucking thing starts again bc they are NOT figuring it out.

also dans been practicing controlling living bodies (works the same as reanimating a corpse except its temporary bc the living person eventually breaks free) bc he wants to impress kevin and i just know its not gonna go down well when he forces kevin to dance with the possessed corpse of his girlfriend, who dan is planning to kill bc hes jealous.

its not like kevin even loves her, shes just there to give him alibis and hes fully aware shes cheating on him. but even though he doesnt care about her, its still gonna upset him when dan kills someone close to him bc the whole point of being a serial killer is that HES the one who kills people, HES supposed to be in control. which he wont be when he feels dans rotting, dead magic sucking at his flesh like quicksand and forcing him to move at dans command.

but its not so bad for me bc i have no living soul to resist his magic with and you only really feel it when you resist.

i just wish theyd make out already or at least move in together bc this pig head is really heavy and i have to carry it allll the way across town.

you had me at “dan fantasizes about leaving a dead animal in kevin’s bed” you are the only person who makes them freaky enough

then you had me again at possessed dancing (with a corpse!) I LIVE for that shit. And ROTTING DEAD MAGIC?!?! mwah

just imagined them as love me dead by ludo and now I’m even worse about it

dan for realsies “you and me could write a bad necromance”

dan: whatever. go my reanimated corpse

sorry about your lack of free will but I’ve got my popcorn out now if you have more updates. You can have some popcorn too if you’re able to eat as a reanimated corpse

[belosmobilityscooter]

Another draft which funnily enough is the original concept to the first one I posted, I ended up changing it from readers’ to belo’s pov because I thought that was more interesting and I didn’t like the originals pacing. Also felt like the end had some off topic inner rambling too. Anyways this was written before thanks to them came out and is kinda old so sorry for odd phrasing. Anyways enjoy this scrapped draft!!

Your hands gripped the wheel tightly, trying to will away your slowly ramping hysteria.

You didn’t exactly want to spend the night in the creepy serial killer woods, but what other choice did you have? It wasn’t like there were any motels around, or any internet connection to find one. Your gaze gloomily peered out of the rain bombarded windshield, scanning the upcoming road for anything past the millionth tree.

In the midst of your third mental crisis of the night, just at the edge of the treeline a flash of movement went unnoticed.

You were screwed weren’t you? You were going to die a horribly grizzly death out in the backend of nowhere because your dumbass decided to drive the full way back home-

Without warning, a large shape barreled across the asphalt at full speed.

Your eyes widened, foot trying to hit the break.

Large, blazing blue eyes turned to look directly ahead, and a thrill of horror shot down your spine.

Metal screeched as it was torn from its hull, a heavy body battered against the vehicle and everything was sent astray. You were thrown forward, your foot holding down the break as something, smashed against the glass and skid across the cracked blacktop.

Fear tore through you as you were flung forward, only caught by your seatbelt as your head collided against the steering wheel. The car was sent into a spin, the wet road propelling it. You were moving- and then your foot stomped on the break desperately.

Things came to a stop with a shrill screech of tires and you were thrown forward again, the seat belt digging into your skin.

And then, there was just silence.The sounds of music crackled in the air, the heavy hum of the car’s engine running as rain continued to fall. However, none of that was hardly heard by you.

Your heart pounding so loudly in your ears it was deafening, shock stilling your body. You couldn’t move, muscles stiff as you sat there. Your eyes drifted up to your windshield, which oddly was the first thing you noticed at that moment.

There was a large crack that rippled across the sheet of glass, and.. Something wet, and black was smeared across the fractured surface. You stared some more.

“ What the fuck, “

The hoarse string of words, which sounded more like a geriatric swan getting waterboarded, came from your lips.

What… What just happened? Your skull pounded painfully, like the bone was stuffed full of cotton, you wondered if you hit it or whether that was just the adrenaline. Neither mattered.

Slowly, you forced your hands to release their death grip from the steering wheel, noticing the visible tremble in them. You touched your forehead, a low hiss coming from your gritted teeth as the searing throb in your head returned with much more force and warmth spread wetly across your fingers.

When you spun out you hadn’t even realized you hit your head. Shit, did you have a concussion? Could you even get a concussion from banging your head on the steering wheel? What if you got a brain aneurysm from blood filling up your brain and you died? What if you were already dead? Suspiciously, and still in shock, you patted yourself down to just make sure. Your eyes fell back to the cracked window, then to the side as you tried to peer out the rear view mirror.

After a short moment of recuperation, the sudden weight of reality came crashing in on you. Oh god did you hit a deer?

Your stomach lurched dreadfully at the thought, you didn’t do well around dead animals, not since you were seventeen and accidentally hit the neighbor’s dog with your car. You still felt awful about it, although you didn’t see the elderly beagle when you were backing out of the driveway. That cataract-blinded dog never saw your 2008 honda civic coming.

Oh my god what if I hit a person? You paled, that was possibly even worse. What if it was some stray hiker who was trying to get help and you accidentally just killed them? Swallowing hard, you slowly unbuckled your seat belt. Whatever it was you ran over, you weren’t sure. It was far too… large to be someone.

The memory of those huge watery eyes staring ahead glossily at you replayed in your mind, as you stared ahead at the dark road, the brights of your car pointing aimlessly into the silent woods.

Unless absurdly huge hikers running across the road in pitch black was a common occurrence in this part of Connecticut.

No, it wasn’t a person, you decidedly answered yourself. Maybe it was the fact that this had happened so quickly, or that when you hit your head a few screws came loose, but the rational part of you wasn’t thinking correctly. The rational part of you should have booked it out of there, being a responsible citizen be damned. But again, you weren’t thinking rationally tonight.

You popped open your glove box and rummaged through the assortment of old receipts and trash, the sound of crinkling wrappers falling to the floorboards audible as you withdrew a flashlight. You had been given it the day you left for college and had only used it one time since, that one time being when you had just moved into the house and were rummaging through the attic looking for anything salvageable to use as furniture.

That was almost a year ago now, and too many years to count since dear old dad gave you the thing. You were going to need it to see the damage.

Leaving the car running, you hesitantly opened the car door and stepped outside.

Immediately you became aware of the immense cold of the rain as it cascaded down around you, pooling in a small puddle at your feet as you felt the warmth in your body follow with.

Your hand nervously fidgeted with the weighted flashlight as you turned it on; the beacon sputtered to life, illuminating the darkness with a streak of fluorescent light you were thankful for, your unease dissipating ever so slightly. Although your heart rate never decreased in the time you had stopped, the repeated pounding in your ears was putting you even more on edge.

You turned the light towards your car, cringing as the wrecked state of the front was revealed in the sharp glow.

The front bumper of the car was definitely busted, the once sleek metal was crushed along with the left headlight. The silver paint had been scrapped and chipped, leaving a sharp gouge in the color. However, it seemed like nothing was wrong, nothing that you could tell anyways that would cause it to explode when you started driving. Still it was going to be a pain in the ass trying to get fixed though.

The glass of your windshield hadn’t completely splintered under the impact of- whatever hit it, although it also needed to be replaced. You sighed heavily, trying to ignore the future headache you would have when you were going to have to call the auto shop.

You moved to turn, but paused, feeling something catch the bottom of your soles.

“ What the… “

You whispered, lifting your foot and watching as something black, almost like tar dribbled down the underside of your boot, coating your shoe and the blacktop below in an inky substance. It streaked across the ground in a messy skid, covering the wreckled front of your car and beginning a trail on the darkened road.

Your immediate thought was that it was blood, and you felt bile rise in the back of your throat. However, you forced yourself to move on. A wet squelch resounding as you walked past.

Following the new trail, you carefully rounded the side of the car, on the lookout for a body of some sort. As grim as it was you needed to check to see what you hit and if it still even was alive.

Your grip tightened around the heavy light and you stopped.

The rain had long since soaked through your black formal wear and you were shivering, a part of you wished you hadn’t even gone to the funeral at all. Your eyes narrowed with confusion and tension, drawing the light to shine down; the trail ended here.

That’s strange, where's the body?

Your thoughts were pierced by a weak animalistic sound that came from ahead of you, causing your head to snap up.

“ Who’s there? “

You called out, although you knew it was stupid, what did you expect it to respond with?

Ah yes, maybe you can help me because- YOU HIT ME WITH YOUR FUCKING CAR‘

You moved with dread, shining the flashlight ahead as you anticipated what would inevitably be the sight of a wounded and possibly dying animal.

And yet, that wasn’t what you found.

For the second time that night you almost screamed. Because there on that paved road you did not find an animal.

[ap0stle]

WIP questionnaire tag game

THANK U FOR THE TAG @astramachina

umm the wip in question is TMNTDT aka Tell Me Not to Do This aka teenage mutant ninja turtle...dookie time

What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?

oough that was back in like... 2016? 2014? and i started with the first chapter right away which ended up being the fourth chapter and then became Nothing At All because i have wrecked this thang beyond recognition <3

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

definitely Burn a Church by Coma Cinema bc it's been in my mock-soundtrack playlist for years and fits the vibes really well :3 the playlist in question is kind of a mess and old as hell but i'll link that too just in case ^_^

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

curtis definitely, i think i get caught up on the details of everyone but he is the most wholly developed and also umm. very similar to me so i love him dearly. he is the worst.

What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?

if you like weird indie movies about young mentally unwell people that may or may not be queer and/or on da spectrum... you will enjoy my garbage and such movies as I Am Not a Serial Killer, As You Are, Super Dark Times, etc. ALSO magnus archives fans maybe bc of the whole Mold Cult thing that is still under development

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

settling on a format was and is still my number one struggle lol. i have switched between a book, comic, videogame, screenplay, website... i have like 50000 drafts scattered across different websites and applications and if this thing ever comes to life i think i will actually fucking ascend

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

ssssssssssort of. there are a lot of dead animals. and fungi. and mold. there have been some minor pet ideas thrown around for the more. Safe Environment characters but for the time being no actual lovable creatures :/ maybe eventually!

How do your characters travel/get around?

Juno's car because mr. dumbass dumped his murder truck into a river ^_^

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

....yes. in all seriousness i have so many different versions in different POVs and tenses it's a toss up as to what i work on and if it will even make it to the next round of editing LOL

What aspects (tropes, maybe?) will you think draw your audience in?

its not quite explicitly queer (in the latest version) but heavily HEAVILY implied and i feel like the stories that are sort of ambiguous about their queerness tend to draw more people in ?? or they're more popular anyway LOL. so trope: queerbaiting ????

deeply unwell man who has not slept properly in 600 years. the ladies love that shit

^ unreliable narrator ?

religious horror sort of?

bury your gays except. is he actually dead?? .....

What are your hopes for your WIP?

to settle on a fucking medium LMAO. i cannot for the life of me stick to one, or a point of view, OR a tense so um . makin a goddamn decision would probbaly make the writing process like 600 times easier

tagging UM. shaking my brain for writer mutuals ik ive tagged yall before but i cannot think rn so @hammity-hammer @aether-friskets @xxdrowninglessonsxx @deviantartidentitydisorder

anyway if anyone else wants do this just pretend u have been personally tagged ily THANK U AGAIN MITCH ♡♡♡

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: “Always Two There Are”

Getting reeeeeaaaal spooky up in here all of a sudden and also say hello to one of my favorite bad bitches.

We open with Phoenix Squad still traveling idly through realspace in search of a permanent base.

This is a deceptively pretty shot.  Like:

“Hi. :)  Nothing bad is going to happen this episode. :)  See how bright the sun is?  Things are fine. :)”

Rex has already been integrated as a crew member it seems, as he’s quite contentedly playing dejarik with Zeb.

Chopper must have been irritating Ezra and Kanan really badly that week, Kanan doesn’t even really bat an eye at Ezra asking to drop him if he manages to levitate him, lol.

“Shenanigans” leitmotif in flute as Sabine decides it’d be really funny to play a little prank on Ezra, advising Chopper to magnetically clamp himself to the deck, which Rex notices.  And then as expected the Force Theme prelude.

Devilish little bean.

She’s not doing this to be mean, I think, just poking a bit of fun at him, akin to her punching his shoulder back in “Visions of Hope”.

Ezra’s a bit too frustrated by [*gestures to Kanan and Rex’s... everything*] to really appreciate it, with good reason, as no sooner has he complained than Rex stands up all, “Well MY Jedi was--” immediately offending Kanan.

Help him he looks so tired and done.

And Sabine shaking her head in the background there and quickly vacating the chair, wow everyone pretty much bailed on listening to Round #234 didn’t they?  Lol.

Kanan’s annoyed, “Ezra!” as Ezra disappears up the ladder, ha ha.

Ironically, if Ezra hadn’t volunteered himself for the mission and come along, it probably would have gone completely uneventfully.  It was Ezra’s presence on the station that Fifth sensed, and Seventh’s probe probably reported him specifically to her too.

Whoops.

I do have to wonder if this episode was specifically timed for Halloween because it makes an excellent Halloween episode.

Creepy abandoned location?  Check.  Ominous music?  Check.  Killers hiding in the dark?  Check.

My gosh look at the dust falling off the old doors there.  Or maybe that’s ice, Zeb and Ezra’s breaths are also visibly puffing as if it’s cold.

The approach to the station is completely silent, music-wise.  Once we’re inside we get a soft cue full of long eerie strings and plunking music-box-like chimes from several different scale xylophones.

This tilting Dutch-angle shots used throughout are not dissuading the horror movie vibes by the way.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: How Ezra and Sabine both look down and step carefully, watching their feet as they avoid debris on the floor.

A biased shipper note: Ezra’s comfortable enough to get Sabine’s attention with a hand on her shoulder.  Under normal circumstances she probably wouldn’t be this jumpy about it. XD

Ah yep, I was right, the ID9 Seeker doesn’t transmit to Seventh until after it’s seen Ezra.

Chopper turns on ALL the lights ha ha.  He knows when he’s in a horror movie.

This scene with Fifth, Kallus, and Konstantine on the Star Destroyer plays out almost beat for beat like the “Vader senses Luke on Hoth scene” from Empire.  And you know what it just occurred to me that Vader specifically called Konstantine to pick Fifth up last episode, and also gave him his own personal shuttle.  (Which he’s going to use to jet off this Star Destroyer to the target.)

I guess we know which one’s Vader’s favorite lol.

Always love when Jedi use their sabers as flashlights.

For a bit of levity, the music and banter turns playful, Zeb and Ezra arguing about who’s going to find the medical supplies first.  (While they all completely miss the room the crates are in.)

He’s a dumbass and I love him Your Honor.

In the meantime, Chopper gets jumpscared and ambushed by the ID9 Seeker droid, who uses Choppers voicebox to call for help.  It’s actually really sweet that Ezra’s been learning binary in order to better understand Chopper.

Lotta casual touching in this episode I didn’t really notice before.  It’s cute.

Zeb getting stuck in the vent will never not be hilarious.

“Okay, that’s uncomfortable.” <3

What a gentleman. <3

You can baaaaarely make out Seventh in the shadows of this shot.  Her intro is almost casual at first, she just saunters up into view completely unbothered.

AND THEN THE RED LIGHTSABER IGNITES AND WE ARE ALL LIKE, “OH SHIT, THERE’S TWO.”

Yeah, that’s the appropriate reaction.

A little moment of battle tag-teaming for Ezra and Sabine here as the background music swells with rapid tinny percussion beats and an eerie woman’s voice like a siren song.

Ezra fares little better in his brief skirmish with Seventh Sister than he did against the Grand Inquisitor, though his stance is a bit improved.  But the two teens are soon booking it as fast as they can away from her.

ONLY TO RUN RIGHT INTO THIS NIGHTMARE RIGHT HERE.

Again, the appropriate reaction.  Lol.

The bass booms of the Inquisitor theme enter along with Fifth and the siren wail gets louder as Seventh slooooooowly strolls after them.  (After paying a brief, “Oh it’s you.” glance at Fifth)

I love how she’s not even worried her prey will escape; It makes her even scarier, that she doesn’t feel like she even has to expend the energy to catch you.

They come up against a locked door and Ezra moves to cover and defend Sabine as she frantically works at the panel.

She gets it open, they turn to run through, but Seventh catches Ezra in a Force Grip, freezing him in place, and her ID9 Seekers grab hold of his ankles and start dragging him back towards her along the floor.

Yeah that’s not terrifying.

Sabine whips around, horrified, immediately trying to run back.  Ezra can practically feel Seventh bearing down on him now and pulls a move straight from Kanan’s lexicon, yelling for Sabine to run before stabbing his saber through the door controls and sacrificing himself for her escape.

LIKE MASTER LIKE PADAWAN.  *SOBS*

ALSO CAN I APPRECIATE SABINE COMING UP AGAINST THE DOOR FUTILELY, YELLING HIS NAME?

(Trick question, I’m going to whether I get permission or not I love this moment.  Ezra doesn’t even hesitate, he knows he’s caught but he’s going to make sure he protects Sabine, even as she desperately tries to get back to him.  Shut up, don’t look at me.)

Seventh Sister very quickly establishes that she’s the brains to Fifth Brother’s brawn, preventing Fifth from killing Ezra outright and planning to use him to lure in the other two.

Excuse me, MA’AM, that is unwarranted proximity.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The way Seventh’s nails make small indents and depressions in Ezra’s skin, showing off how scarily sharp they are.

Also Sabine hopping over debris in the hallway here.

“I don’t wanna die this way... I’m the last of my kind!”  LOLOLOL I’M SORRY I KNOW THIS IS A SERIOUS SITUATION BUT THAT LINE KILLS ME.

Zeb immediately snapping into protective big brother mode. <3

I love the way Seventh moves, she’s so slinky and catlike.

Ezra plays a very defiant captive, using his trademark snark and sarcasm as a shield.  The music for this whole scene has gone back to the muted scraping strings, dragging on high notes like nails on a chalkboard.

Fifth tanks Zeb and Sabine’s ambush attempt but then makes the mistake of leaving Zeb alive, letting Seventh’s ID9s take care of him instead.  He’s not the brightest.

Still scary how tiny Sabine is over his shoulder though.

Back with Seventh and Ezra and Seventh has graduated from asking questions to inflicting a bit of mild torture.

And she continues to be inappropriately touchy with him.

Yeah this whole episode basically activates the entirety of my gremlin brain, there’s so much quality peril and whump.

Seventh casually reveals the Inquisitorius knows about Ahsoka and that and the “As pretty as you are...” comment are the first things that really shake Ezra.

I do like how Zeb not really understanding Chopper when he recovers him motivates him to start learning Binary too, offscreen, and he’s learned enough to start to parse Chopper by “Future of the Force”.

Fifth brings Sabine in, much to Ezra’s dismay, and Seventh gets very quickly irritated.  Despite her demands and her previous threats to dismember Ezra, he doesn’t budge.

This is very pretty lighting on the two.  The red isn’t quite as harsh as you’d expect.  Side note.

Lotta silent eye communication as they process Zeb’s ruse. <3

Sabine tries to warn Zeb away but Fifth puts his saber at her throat and Ezra immediately rushes to comply, which will not be the last time that threatening Sabine gets him to surrender.

(Watch how his head starts forward here.)

(His eye movement is rapid and darting.)

<33333333

Oh sue me, I’m a big ol’ sap.

Seventh gleefully talking about killing Ezra and Sabine “very slowly.” ughghhh she’s so creepy.

Zeb coming in with a flurry of action music and blaster shots to save the day.

And this is why you should never have a plan that involves teamwork, Inquisitors, because y’all suck at it.

See, this is how it works. :)

Hera with her feet up on the chair like that ha ha.

Kanan was so ready to scold Ezra and then Ezra mentioned Inquisitors, plural, and he and Hera are immediately on their feet and twitching like worried parents.

Kanan’s struck speechless and can’t even answer Zeb, because he didn’t know, he didn’t know there was more than one Inquisitor, half his team could have gotten killed, his padawan could have been killed just because he got annoyed with the bickering and left.

Hera jumping in with supportive touches all around. <3

I love this embrace.  It’s just such married body language.

But ouch what a way to end an episode.  The Imperial March closes us out, slow and heavy, portending doom.

Soooooo yeah, I pretty much love this episode to pieces, it’s a frequent rewatch.  Introduces us to our new weekly low-level antagonists (who while not as strong or charismatic as Grand have enough significant presence and threat to be interesting to me), continues the Kanan-Rex tension and drama, has some of my favorite Sabezra interaction, and splashes us with the cold reality after the previous fun episodes that things are more serious now, the threat is bigger and expanding.  Uncharted territory lies ahead and here there be monsters.

Next couple episodes are more Friendship Fetch Quests.  I haven’t rewatched them in a while so we’ll see if I find any new appreciation for them.

[arcplaysgames]

DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY, TIME TO BEAT SOME ASS

Magatsu Inaba is by far the best dungeon. The best ambient music for sure, and also just annoying in interesting ways. Adachi has a lot more control over the place than previous folks did, which leads up nicely to the revelation about him that we all saw coming.

There's a point where he's like "let's play a game! get thru this level without getting in any fights!" and it was so fucking irritating, i got booted out of his world twice trying, and like... that's a fun trick, to have the mechanics of a place be more hostile so you dislike Adachi even more. Also, the level where you have to follow the spiral all the way to the middle, passing or fighting about 8 shadows? goddamn fucking bullshit. I hate Adachi, he's amazing.

WHEN I TELL YOU I LAUGHED OUT LOUD

OH GOD I FIGURED IT OUT he's like dime store Handsome Jack. he doesn't nearly have the swagger, but because that swag is not so Off The Chart Bonkers like Handsome Jack, he seems like less of a poser than Jack? So it actually works really well. Adachi is just enough of a total bitch that he can still back it up. He's a delightful villain!

Like literally if you removed the tacked-on stupid sexism (WHICH WEIRDLY? THEY DO? IT DOESN'T COME UP AGAIN REALLY AFTER HIS INITIAL REVEAL) he's a top five villain. Huge fan of this odious little bastardman.

B R U H

Adachi, I love you, you're such a shit

Which, I am cackling, but narratively, he works phenomenally well for his position in opposition to the seekers of truth. Oh yeah sure he's the killer, but also he is going to drop some hard fucking realities on your plate while he's at it. Yeah, many cops are bullies who go into the force to get access to power. Yeah, the public will be angry at the revelation that Namatame isn't the killer. People want specific truths to become reality, and that is what has fueled the Midnight Channel all this time.

HE'S GREAT. TEN OUTTA TEN. Well, nine. The weird "bitches and whores" thing was so odd, glad they left it behind now.

As far as dumbass Assimilation Plots go, this one is better than most.

Okay so I seriously way overleveled for this game's difficulty, but even so I love the Adachi fight. After seeing everyone's Shadows as these huge weird unleashed id-creatures, going into combat against just a guy, that was really way more effective and menacing. Also his idle animations are great. Adachi will stare at whoever is up next and every few seconds he just has a hysterical laughing fit behind his hand. It's AMAZING, he's so creepy and cracked.

Also as I expected, this bitch got a Persona. Which makes sense! He has faced his inner self and his reward is a Persona, which seems to be the Magatsu Izanagi that was hinted at in his maxed-out SLink I glimpsed in the other ending.

So not only does he have Reverie's power, not old is he a Wild Card, he also has the same persona but Disaster-flavored.

Sadly he's really not a difficult fight. I would have killed to have an Adachi with multiple persona, but that would necessitate questions about him and the Velvet Room, blah blah.

ANYWAY HE'S GREAT.

pats Adachi on the head as condescendingly as i possibly can

OH BUT LEST YOU WORRY THAT YOU'D GET THROUGH A PERSONA GAME WITHOUT A BIG NIGHTMARE EYEBALL BOSS, WE AIN'T DONE YET

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

dumbass horror ask But!! what are two horror movies that aren’t connected in any way but you think would make a good double feature?

Hmmmm, okay I've never really done a proper double feature before so idk how accurate this will be, but sure here's a few that popped into mind that maybe could work together:

Re-animator and Braindead (could also replace Re-animator with Return of the Living Dead). I feel like all three of these have the same type of vibe and are all quite wild over the top films, so it would be quite fun!

Basket Case and Sleepaway Camp. This could also be a terrible idea, but idk in my mind they're both campy and weird enough for it to work.

The Faculty and Disturbing Behavior. Teen horror movies from the 90s, they got a similar atmosphere.

Scream 2 and Urban Legend (could technically also replace one with Cry_Wolf but Cry_Wolf kind of sucks so I don't really recommend it). Mainly because they're slasher movies in a university setting. Since Urban Legend is a post-Scream slasher, it's trying to go for that similar meta vibe so I think it would work well with Scream 2!

Something between The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Toolbox Murders and Tourist Trap? Toolbox Murders was made as a bit of a Texas Chainsaw ripoff and the filmmakers of Tourist Trap were trying to get similar success as Texas Chainsaw. And I feel like they do kinda succeed with capturing a similar vibe to TCM even though they're not as good overall. Toolbox Murders feels like a weird fever dream. And I think Tourist Trap is pretty good at getting that same creepy atmosphere for when the characters are in the house. So idk, I feel like something there could work because of the similar atmosphere maybe?

The Final Girls and You Might Be the Killer. I think The Final Girls is a lot better than You Might Be the Killer, but both are pretty fun comedy horrors. Could maybe also do The Final Girls and Tucker and Dale vs Evil? Or alternatively, Friday the 13th and The Final Girls to first see the serious slasher movie and then it being made fun of (honestly I don't know if it's usually better to go for similar films or different ones for double features so idk which here could be better)

The Ruins and Wolf Creek maybe? Both are pretty dark and bleak. Both are in a sort of middle of nowhere/no one coming to help situation. They're in quite different locations, so it wouldn't feel too similar.

I don't know enough about double features so sorry if like none of these are good. As always would like to hear your opinions! And thank you for all the horror asks, they're v fun!!!!

[oc-cinematic-universe]

explanations for the answers to this post! answers are under the cut both for how lengthy this is going to get and just in case you don't want to know for whatever reason!

there will be a fully animated scene with music and everything - FALSE

while doing a fully animated scene would be really cool, it is not feasible as a single person working on this comic. i've also thought it through and realized, while the story itself is better suited for a movie, having individual scenes be animated when i've worked so hard to fit the story to a webcomic medium would be a huge disservice to the story! it would be cool, but would not have the effect i want! but it is mainly just the fact that it would be too much for me to handle. animated pages will happen, but the animations are small and simple so i can reasonably get them done

the demon has a backstory. this will not come up in comic

the demon was a previous reaper of souls working under the previous god who handled the underworld before death took over. demons are created when reapers are basically fired from their jobs, corrupted into a form that needs to seek out souls for sustenance. while This Demon was one of many to be cast out after death took over and started getting rid of all the dumbasses, it was one of few who managed to actually find a food source of any kind, and one of even fewer to still be around and a threat.

none of this really matters for the plot because nobody cares about this bitch and its main personality trait is being annoying so no one would ever listen to it if it did bother to provide an explanation. death may vaguely bring it up, but i have no plans for him to explain either. it's just not as important as the fact that the demon is here

superhell is real

while the current gods do not know where it came from, an inter-dimensional pocket connected itself to the underworld. with it came an understanding that it is a place to send the worst a universe has to offer. the universe killers, those who even in death cannot be contained and pose a danger to the safety of the universe. so yeah superhell's real and the gods don't know how it got there

The Wizard Maze. Oh God The Wizard Maze.

this is basically the entire premise of chapter 9. the demon uses newfound power to rearrange the school and trap certain people in their game of cat and mouse.

characters have arguments with me personally

dara has literally already done this!

kid becomes a necromancer out of spite

elowen, the goddess of life, thinks necromancy is bad because she thinks everything should always happen in its natural path and straying from that path will only harm the world. cody thinks this is bullshit and does it anyways!

joe gets a gun

joe tries to shoot his doppleganger in the face!

gods as a species have been thought out in detail. none of it is plot relevant

i think the way the gods function with the world is super fucking cool and interesting and a fascinating bit of worldbuilding but the gods are not the most important characters in the comic, and How they work, like the demon, is not as important as the fact that they're here

a set of pages must be viewed by layering them on top of each other

"must" is a bit of an exaggeration. i only realized after posting i should have changed it to "can". emotions and feelings and the state the characters are in is an incredibly important part of this comic to me, and finding interesting ways to go about showing it is a passion of mine. there will be a point of time where dara can't think clearly at all and is experiencing massive deja vu on top of dissociating in general. while the pages will be readable on their own, the plan is to make it so you are able to overlay parts of pages to get a clearer picture of what's going on in the present and in reality, and not purely what dara's experiencing. because pushing your way through an episode like she's having is *hard* and requires effort to get any kind of grip

NOTE: THERE IS POTENTIAL THAT THE OVERLAID PAGES THING WILL NOT HAPPEN. if i can't manage to pull it off the way i want to, i will have to scrap it and attempt something else. i have back up plans in place already. but i do WANT it to happen and will try my best with it

demon asks god for power. god says "ok", does so, and then leaves

i don't know what else to say about this one man. lonan's just an asshole and doesn't care if this demon kills everyone. yeah sure why the fuck not, take the power, who gives a shit. the demon didn't exactly realize it would have to talk to its former boss to get the power but it worked out in the end didn't it

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

A Boy and His Horse

@ccartman

Bojack had found himself in plenty of shitty situations before but this one really took the shit cake of all shit cakes, for once he had done nothing wrong . at least he thought so..

He grunted as the van hit a bump on the road feeling very claustrophobic in the small cramp trunk that was not meant for anyone past 4ft.. yet somehow they managed to shove him inside. despite his protests that it would never work , but there he was stuck in a very tight place feeling really claustrophobic.

you drunk idiot how could you let this happen? yeah I let this happen this is definitely my fault not my kidnappers. you're the one that borrowed money from em for a night of ecasty what it worth it? I dunno......

probably .

Maybe he had taken money from these shady characters but that was a long time ago how was he supposed to remember everyone he made deals with ? everyone he pissed off? There was a list a very long list dating to probably 100s of faces his drunken brain barely remember so when strange men appeared on his doorstep's guns ablazing his drunk brain barely remembered anything especially when they kept shouting for the money.. Calling them a bunch of ugly shitheads who should go crawling back to their mothers basement and threatening to call the police had not been his smartest means of defense, the hateful eyes coming from behind the slits of the masks made his blood run cold and he realized he hadmade a terrible mistake.

. you idiot.. why couldn't your keep your fat mouth shut? I was drunk You're always drunk. its fine, its fine i'm sure they just want a ransom for a high profile celebrity I'll be back filming philbert by monday. you know if you died right now no one would miss you.. . how is it possible for you to be bigger asshole than my kidnappers? I AM YOU ASSHOLE.

Bojacks heart sunk at that thought wondering if it was true, would his friends miss him? He was sure they would, especially diane even if things had been rocky lately. he still wasn't sure why she had been so distant lately, but he still had hollyhock, pc, gina even that mr. peanutbutter. who while annoying had shown to be dependable

and. they couldn't film the show without their star. Sure they can they'll just use CGI like with that movie that didn't win you an oscar.

Bojack groaned turning out the voice in his head ears pounding from the all the booze he had earlier well , the constant bonks on the head from being stuck in a very tiny trunk had him wishing for his pain killers.. that were in his pockets just out of reach.. disoriented he heard murmurs from the front didn't fill him with much hope of getting out alive either.. something about being sold to a burger king in the UK what??? that didn't sound good.

you'd make a shitty burger. I am not talking to you. you're talking to me right now dumbass. you know what I hope they kill me so i never hear your shitty voice He flinched hearing a loud gunshot ring out, oh dear god no! No! didn't mean it no fuck.. fuck.. shit NO! .! His heart started pounding loudly in his chest as he figured that his time was coming to a crawl, he tried to squirm free of the ropes but the knots were too tight and he was finding it harder to breathe figuring this was the end But he was a large animal so he started kicking the trunk hoping to break it open when it just popped open.. leaving the older disgruntled horse staring wide eyed at...

... a child.... he wasn't sure what to make of that at all, panting heavily through the gag he just stared wide-eyed at him, hoping he let him go.. the bloodstains on his shirts made him feel.. a bit less hopeful.. but it was just a kid..

@ccartman