#lets think about what body horror stands for and what the themes are and why that's super fucking shitty to attach to actual bodies

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Hm, perhaps let's not include amputation under the label body horror y'all. Let's not call people's very normal bodies horrific, let's not do that. Amputees exist beyond fiction, so maybe lets not make this space hostile to them yeah?

There's plenty of actual body horror to dive into and explore without veering headlong into painfully obvious ableism.

[rafey-baby]

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outlaw!rafe holding pogue!reader hostage in her own house after banging his fist on her door in the middle of a stormy night, demanding to be let in with a gun in hand and wild waves in the sea of his eyes…

18+ mdni!

c/w: outlaw!rafe being mean and manipulative, mentions of murder, violence & other dark themes, he’s also weirdly soft in the end?

wc: 2k

he's been stuck in my head for a while so hope u enjoy xx

part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

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There’s still sleep dust lingering in her lashes when she hesitantly cracks open the oak door at 3 am— revealing a tall, scary man with scarlet stains on his big hands, white button up saturated in maroon and a scowl painted over his unsettling countenance.  

She stands there like a deer in headlights, unmoving as he stares down at her with arctic eyes as chilling as the frigid waters surrounding an iceberg.  

At first, she thinks she’s still asleep, tired brain conjuring up some creepy murderer scenario where she’s the idiot who does everything the audience in the movie theater is screaming at her not to.

But as she properly blinks her sleepy eyes open, she comes to the realization that this is not a horror film and this intimidating stranger (with oddly appealing features) who’s definitely just killed someone is very much real.  

She’s about to open her mouth and she’s not sure whether she was going to scream for help or simply stare at him with her mouth hung open in shock but she doesn’t get the chance to find out before he’s pasting a massive palm over her mouth.  

“Don’t make a sound,” his low mutter makes a shiver run down her spine. 

And she doesn’t, instead she just blinks, too out of it to even move a muscle; the reek of the dried blood on his hand hitting her nose, making her face scrunch up. And she doesn’t know why she’s not putting up any sort of a fight, blaming it on the fact that half of her brain is still swimming in the lake of her dreamland; soaking up the glittering sunbeams that never dull and dipping its toes in the grass that consists of misty nebula and twinkling stars. 

And he’s just so mean, ordering her around with a gun to her head, manhandling her around to his liking, grumbling about needing to stay at her house for a bit since he needs a hiding place from the cops after dumping a body somewhere in the ocean and getting caught. Apparently, his temper really just got the best of him at times.  

“I didn’t even mean to kill the guy, alright. He just kept pissing me off on purpose and I was provoked, what was I supposed to do?” He offers as an explanation that seems to do very little to soothe her overstrung heart that’s thudding in her ribcage. It’s loud enough for him to hear; almost as if she’s a terrified rabbit and he’s a big bad wolf, hunting down his prey.  

“I’m taking a shower now, and you’re not gonna move an inch, you understand? Cause if you do, I’m gonna have to hurt you, and I really don’t wanna do that, okay?” 

She nods her head, unable to form any coherent sentences. 

He takes note of the way her inhale gets caught in her throat when he steps closer to her, inquiring whether she lives alone or not, to which she just nods her head again.  

“Dumb girl”, he tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. “When someone’s knocking on your door in the middle of the night you don’t fucking open, alright?”  

She’s making it entirely too easy for him.  

The second he’s in her bathroom, she forces her exhausted brain to think; quickly coming up with a rickety plan as she listens to the water streaming down from behind the door. She waits for a moment, making sure the coast is clear before she bolts towards her bedroom, trembling fingers grabbing her phone from her nightstand and trying to dial 911.  

However, her shaky hands don’t help her one bit when they drop the phone; the clattering sound of it hitting the floor echoing in the quietness of the room.  

She can’t breathe, her brain short-circuits as she bends down, reaching for the wretched device that has somehow tumbled under her bed. However, when she finally catches it in an unsteady grip, she hears the shower turn off; an eerie stillness following. In her state of panic, she fruitlessly tries to turn it back on and call for help but it’s proving to be harder than she thought when her lungs decide to stop working, her respiration shallow and her heartbeat ringing in her ears.  

“Boo,” a low whisper right behind her makes her blood run cold; a shiver traveling down her spine as she slightly jumps, a faint gasp leaving her.  

“Why did you just do that, huh? Told you, didn’t wanna fucking hurt you and then you go and pull this shit,” a strong hand is gripping her by her throat as he turns her around to face him.  

“I’m sorry, I...I don’t—” she’s paralyzed, unable to move.  

“You don’t what, huh?” He stares into her horror-stricken eyes with an almost bored look, seemingly entirely indifferent to her torment.  

“Can’t…can’t breathe,” her voice is nearly inaudible, making a grim chuckle bubble out of his chest.  

“Can’t breathe? Maybe you should’ve thought about that before, yeah?” He scoffs, cruel words mocking her.  

“You’re so fucking stupid, want me to kill you, is that what you want?” He grits out as he squeezes at her neck, making her feel dizzy; gasping for air.  

“No! No, please. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Won’t— won’t do it again, promise, I’ll do anything—” she manages to force out as he’s nearly crushing her windpipe in his unrelenting grip.  

“Anything, huh? That’s real tempting and all but what I need you to do is not pull stupid shit like this, you understand?”  

“I won’t, I promise. You can...stay here for as long as you want and I’ll help, okay?” she thinks she’s gonna pass out soon, stars peppering behind her fluttering lids and her weakened limbs starting to feel heavy. His coarse panting fills her eardrums as he seems to contemplate her offer for a moment.  

“If you even think about running to the cops tonight, I’m gonna fucking find you, you understand?” 

She’s frantically nodding her head and at last, his hold begins to loosen around her trachea, allowing for her greedy lungs to finally suck in air as she takes a step back, trying to even out her respiration.  

He doesn’t say anything, silently observing her as she clears her throat, swallowing a few times as she tries to pacify her racing heart and calm the thoughts running around her head; trying to reassure herself that she’s still alive and she will stay that way if she just doesn’t rile him up anymore.  

He notices how her rounded eyes look up at him as he stands before her, smelling like her honey-scented body wash and orange blossom shampoo, nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, leaving very little to her imagination as the room grows quiet.  

“What’s— um…what’s your name?” Her voice is creaky when she tries a different approach once she feels the flat floorboards under her wobbly feet again, a nervous hesitation overlaying her precarious question.  

“Don’t worry about it,” he simply dismisses her, but a small pout molds her mouth as she stares at him and he lets out a discontented sigh, rolling his eyes.  

“Rafe,” he finally responds, not bothering to ask for hers, seemingly not caring enough for it. She tells him, nonetheless and he laughs at her priorities. A literal criminal has broken into her home and she cares about fucking introductions.  

“So…have you— have you killed anyone else?” She doesn’t know why she’s trying to make small talk with him but she supposes if she gets him to talk about something, choking her to death won’t be at the forefront of his mind anymore.  

“You seriously wanna know?” He raises his brows. 

She thinks about it for a moment and then settles on shaking her head, followed by a harsh chuckle rumbling out from his sturdy chest.  

“So, uh— what is it that you do? Like besides…killing people and stuff?” She tries once more.  

“Look, the less you know, the better, alright?” He simply states, making her let out a soft sigh in defeat.  

All of a sudden, a vigorous thunder crackles behind her windows, an ablaze lightning illuminating her dimly lit bedroom soon after.  

She flinches at the sound and the sinister way it momentarily lights up his face.  

“You scared of a little storm?” He feigns concern as he peers down at her.  

“N— no,” she lies, forcing her face to stay neutral, hesitant about him finding out her weaknesses.  

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe, yeah?” The mocking grin on his face causes a shudder to travel through her as she swallows, wishing this was all just a nightmare she could wake up from.  

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After that little incident, he thinks that she’s just as sweet as sugar, offering to make him tea and asking if he wants a blanket or an extra pillow so he’d be more comfortable sleeping on the couch.  

He can tell that she’s merely doing it because she’s terrified of him, which she should be. Nonetheless, he thinks it feels nice to be pampered, doted on; to have a pretty girl following his orders like a trained puppy. Makes him figure he's gonna enjoy his stay just fine.  

The following morning though, he’s woken up by her shaky figure standing next to his own tired form, pointing his gun at him.  

His softened bones feel mellow from the sleep and he lets out a sigh, rubbing at his sleepy eyes and shifts to sit on the couch cushions; teasingly lifting his hands up in surrender. 

“Puppy’s got a gun, huh? Trying to be all tough now, are we?” There’s a lazy smile on his face.  

“I— I want you to…leave,” she says, voice rickety and words unsure.  

And he’s trying to take her serious, he really is, but it’s proving to be a little difficult since she resembles a scared little kitten more than someone who knows what they’re doing.  

“You want me to leave? Maybe you should work on your pitch, I’m not very convinced, you know?” The exasperating smirk plastered on his face makes her brows crease.  

“Rafe, this is not a joke,” a scowl shades her face and he thinks she looks rather adorable.  

“Come on, Puppy. You’re not gonna shoot me. You don’t even know how to use that thing, do you?” His voice is even; she hesitates. 

“Well, it can’t be that…complicated?” It’s more of a question than a statement and he really can’t keep the chuckle from bubbling out of his throat. Her frown deepens.  

“Why don’t you give it to me, yeah? You don’t want death on your conscience. Would break you, you’re too soft for that shit.”  

“You don’t— know me.” 

“I know you enough,” he says, finally standing on his feet. He takes a slow step towards her and she squeezes the gun tighter in her trembling fingers.  

“If I give it to you, you’re gonna— you’re gonna…kill me. I don’t wanna die,” her words are hysterical, rushed.  

“Now who said anything about killing you? Look, if you give me the gun right now, I’m not gonna do anything. I give you my word, alright?” He’s towering over her, solid chest nearly grazing the barrel.  

“I don’t trust you,” her voice is a whisper.  

“I know, Pup. But I also know that you’re not gonna use that,” his steady hands are a contrast to her own precarious ones when he grabs for the firearm, slipping it from her weak fingers with ease.  

“There we go, no need to be so fucking theatrical, yeah?” He lowers his head in order to lock his eyes with her frenzied ones.  

“See? Not hurting you, am I?”  

She manages out a hum of agreement and then her waterline is brimming with water, salty droplets trickling down her cheeks as she chokes out a sob. “I’m sorry. I don’t—”  

“Hey, hey it’s all good. Mistakes happen, yeah?” He says and then his strong arms are wrapping around her trembling form because he’s not a complete monster and for some reason that makes her weep harder.  

Her crocodile tears wet his shirt but he doesn’t seem to mind, big paw rubbing against her back. And it’s almost…comforting, she thinks as he starts to sway her from side to side, like he’s trying to calm down a crying child.  

“There you go, just let it all out and maybe you can chill out a bit, yeah? You Pogues can be so fucking dramatic sometimes,” he pats at her back, rolling his eyes as she takes in shaky inhale after shaky inhale until she’s feeling slightly more placid.  

“Shit, if I’d known you were such a crybaby I would’ve picked another house,” he grumbles, pulling away from her weakened form, pushing her back to stumble on her feet; setting the gun back on the coffee table with a clank. 

[steddiehyperfixation]

with blonde hair and a tan

steddie brainworms so bad i wrote this silly little thing immediately after watching the rocky horror picture show for the first time the other night lol @steddie-spooktober day 30: "where in the hell did you find that costume?" | 1083 words | T |

Eddie can hear Steve and Robin squabbling as he makes his way up the stairs to Steve's room. 

“I just don't know about this, Rob.” 

“It was your idea!” 

“It's too much. I should wear something else.” 

“Little late for that now.” 

“Well-”

“Where in the hell did you find that costume?” Eddie stops in the doorway, frozen in a state of shock at the scene in front of him. His mouth hangs open, eyes wide, and a sudden heat rises in his cheeks. 

Because Steve is standing in front of his mirror wearing only a tiny metallic gold speedo and matching gold boots, his great expanse of tanned skin and muscles and body hair on full display. Robin stands next to him with a spray can of wash out bleach-blonde hair dye at the ready. 

Steve looks over at Eddie. “It's too much, isn't it? I knew it. I told you,” he says to Robin, gesturing at Eddie as if his reaction proves his point. “Look at his face, even he's embarrassed for me.” 

Robin snorts. “Yeah, I don't think that's why he's blushing, Steve-o.” 

“No one’s even gonna know who I am,” Steve continues to complain, thankfully ignoring Robin’s comment. 

“Rocky,” Eddie says. His voice comes out weird and cracked; he clears his throat. “You're Rocky, from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.” 

“See?” Now it's Robin’s turn to gesture towards Eddie in vindication. “Totally recognizable. Totally good. It's just one party, and you've got all that unwarranted jock confidence, you'll be fine.” She pats Steve on the shoulder, then turns and tosses the spray dye at Eddie. “Here. You can take over spraying his hair. I have to finish getting myself ready.” 

Eddie fumbles trying to catch the spray can, his attempt to stammer out a protest falling on deaf ears as Robin pushes past him out of the room. “Okay.” He sighs. This is fine. He can totally handle being left alone with this literal golden adonis without getting heart palpitations. He can be cool and chill and normal. He can. 

Steve looks amused. “You don't have to. I can probably manage spraying my own hair just fine,” he says when Eddie still hasn't moved. 

“No, I got it.” Eddie shakes his head, shaking himself into motion. “You won't be able to get the back right on your own anyways.” He approaches Steve - with great restraint, he might add, because there's a part of his brain that's all animal right now and it's just raring to pounce on him. “So are you done trying to talk yourself out of this costume, then?” 

Steve chews at his lip as he studies his reflection again. “I think so,” he decides. His gaze flicks up to meet Eddie's eyes in the mirror. “You really don't think it's too much?” 

Eddie breaks the mirror eye contact before his face can turn any more red, fixing his focus singularly on starting to spray the blonde dye onto Steve's hair. “No, you uh, you look good. You really should've warned me- told me, I mean, what you were gonna be. I would've matched your theme, could've gone as Dr. Frank N Furter.” (His current costume in comparison is quite boring, just a basic vampire - albeit with some pretty impressive fake blood around his mouth if he does say so himself, but ultimately nothing special.)

“Now that would be something,” Steve mutters, the words a little breathier all of the sudden, but Eddie still doesn't dare let his glance wander from his hair. His voice is back to normal in a second anyway. “Well, there's always next year.” 

“Yeah, next year,” Eddie echoes. That really would be something, both of them in flamboyantly skimpy costumes. He's not sure if that would make this situation better or worse for him. 

He pushes up some of Steve's hair to make sure he's covered all the layers in the back, his fingers accidentally brushing along the skin of his neck, and Steve shivers. Eddie finds himself watching with an odd satisfaction as the goosebumps ripple up in the wake of his touch. 

“I think I might freeze to death like this, though,” Steve comments with a self-deprecating chuckle that just barely conceals that weird breathiness that's returned to his voice. “I probably should've considered that before I decided to go out half naked at night in the middle of fall.” 

“I bet you could easily find someone to keep you warm tonight,” Eddie tells him, forcing detachment. He locks his attention back on his hair dyeing work. “You walk in there looking like this and you'll have all the girls at the party falling at your feet. Probably even some of the guys too,” he adds, remembering Steve recently came out as bisexual. 

“Yeah?” Steve sounds like he's smiling, or maybe smirking. He tries (unsuccessfully) to catch Eddie's eyes again as Eddie moves in front of him to get to the last few pieces of hair. “And what about you?” 

“What about me?” 

“Would you be one of them?” 

Eddie finishes with the hairspray, nothing left to keep using as an excuse to avoid his attention. He finally looks at Steve's face and raises an eyebrow, deflecting. “You want me to fall at your feet, Harrington?” 

Steve shakes his head almost imperceptibly. He glances down for a moment, then looks back up at him from under his lashes and takes a step closer. “I want you to keep me warm,” he clarifies in a murmur as he reaches for Eddie's free hand and guides it to hold his waist. Eddie's blood ignites at the touch and the look Steve's giving him, flames racing along his veins. 

That's as good an invitation as any, and Eddie's restraint shatters. He draws Steve hungrily to his lips. How could he not? The spray can falls from his grip in favor of using both hands to pull Steve closer and roam his body. And if Eddie's wandering hands linger for a while in their investigation of that perfect gold-clad ass, well that's between them and the lovely little sound Steve makes against his open mouth. 

And Robin, who has the misfortune of poking her head back into the room right then. 

She yelps and jumps out of view of the scene, banging her fist against the wall just next to the doorway to get their attention instead. “When you guys are done being gross,” she shouts, “there's a party we're gonna be late for!” 

[sulumuns-dootah]

WHB demons' favorite horror movies

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: Another long post including all our demon boys :D Also thought I'd change up the look of these all-demon big posts so lmk if you like this one ^^

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Satan

You'd expect him to pick some torture-porn, but he actually picks something supernatural

More specifically a movie with vengeful spirits

People hurting each other? meh... Spirits messing with people bc they're pissed? Well, now we're talking

Favorite movie: The Grudge (2004)

Sitri

Rather than something scary, Sitri like watching something cosy

Doesn't want to spill his tea when a jumpscare gets him

The only time he'll watch something like that is with his partner, so he can hear their heart race

Favorite movie: The Shining (1980)

Amy

(We've had Amy just for a little bit so bare with me)

Rebellious boi allert (?)

Pretty boy loves to watch movies about other boys ^^

Favorite movie: Lost boys (1987)

Leraye

In last year's halloween-themed post I wrote that Leraye doesn't care as long as the movie has thunderstorms in it and I still stand by that

Who has the brain capacity to remember movie names when most of your blood is rushing south?

Paimon

Please, please, please introduce Paimon to Hereditary!

Still, despite the movie literally having them in it, Pai prefers more of a "girly" horror

Favorite movie: Jennifer's body (2009)

Belial

Okay, not really a horror movie fan per se, but a horror musical?

With a lot of good music with funny lyrics?

And the type that Jiyu enjoys singing?

You've got Belial's attention

Favorite musical: Sweeney Todd (2007)

Astaroth

We've got a psychological horror fan on our hands!

Oh, and if the movie has the characters speak in unordinary way?

A local accent or different language has Astaroth interested instantly

Favorite movie: The Vvitch (2015)

Zagan

Zagan likes the old classics

Or the old movies where the characters don't speak

Sadly, he doesn't speak up for himself when the nobles are arguing what to watch, so he has to watch a lot of movies from the others

Favorite movie: Frankenstein (1931)

Ppyong

As brave as Ppyong thinks he is, he doesn't like horror movies that much

Usually, someone has to be with him for comfort and safety while watching anything remotely scary

Favorite movie: Any of the Scooby Doo movies

Mammon

I... don't think Mammon has a preference.

Part of me feels like he doesn't really get the point of watching movies

Like, if you suggest snuggling up and watching something, he'll be all for it, but only bc of the snuggling bit

Favorite movie: Your favorite movie

Bimet

Is anyone surprised that this gold-digger loves any movie that follows wealthy people?

Me neither

Doesn't matter what genre it is, he's The Rich Person Apologist™

Favorite movie: American psycho (2000)

Eligos

Eligos doesn't like scary movies, but(!) horror adjacent movies are his thing

Loves all those teenage witch shows and movies like The Craft

Oh, also Scream Queens ^^

Movie nights with Paimon and Eligos >>>>>>

Favorite movie: Elvira: Mistress of the Dark (1988)

Valefor

Since Valefor like to know about other people's experiences in bed, why not extend that to the type of media he likes?

Found footage feels right to say that Valefor would enjoy

Also, why do a lot of the found footage movies contain sex scenes? :/

Favorite movie: Ghoul (2015)

Leviathan

I bet you expected something Lovecraftian, huh?

So did I, but couldn't find any movie in that genre that would scream Levi's name

But you know who fits his aesthetic perfectly? Tim Burton's movies!

It also kinda makes sense since I'd imagine our poor PTSD-having demon would hate anything making him feel on edge

He's had enough of being scared

Favorite movie: Corpse Bride (2005)

Foras

Ooh, another psychological horror fan!

I also imagine that all the Hades nobles like theatre/musicals/ballet, so let's look for somethin in the middle...

Favorite movie: Black Swan (2010)

Barbatos

You can imagine how Barbatos reacts to most scary movies, which usually consist of dark scenes shot at night

Not to say he won't watch anything with you, but he will complain about how pale the actors are :/

Favorite movie: Midsommar (2019)

Glasyalabolas

Okay, we can all see this coming

This fucker (affectionate) loves his torture-porn

I mean, most of us have read his H-scene

Favorite movie: Hostel (2005)

Orias

Our old/young man loves movies with creepy children since he looks like one of them

Some even give him inspiration for acquiring more souls for himself

Favorite movie: Sinister (2012)

Beelzebub

To capture this idiot's attention, a movie needs to be really interesting to him

Likes his cannibal movies

They, just like to Orias, give him inspo, but this time for recipes

Favorite movie: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

Bael

Bael is more grounded with his taste in movies

Still a slasher fan, but more on the realistic side

Imagining him just sitting on a couch/armchair while sipping some tea under a blanket while watching a movie gives me tired single mom vibe idk

Favorite movie: Psycho (1960)

Naberius

An obvious fan of Werewolf movies since he's one technically too

Kinda hopes that he can learn something about controlling his transformation from them

(I don't really like werewolves alltogether so I found this one on google - I hope it's good)

Favorite movie: Wolf (1994)

Stolas

Rebelllious boi 2

If there's guns that shoot, Stolas will watch it bc it goes with his tough guy persona

Favorite movie: The Purge (2013)

Amon

Given that he'll most likely fall asleep during the movie if he's not watching it with Beel or you in the room

Likes 90's movies in general bc they're more chill and more about the vibes

Favorite Movie: Scream (1996)

Ronove

Another torture-porn enjoyer

Surprise surprise?

Yeah, him and Glasya having a movie night is an experience only for the stongest

Favorite movie: Laid to Rest (2009) or The Collector (2009)

Phenix

Phenix loves any and all movies and they don't need to be scary or anything due to their affliction

Still, I think if they weren't under Asmo's influence, they would enjoy a good succubus/siren movie

Favorite movie: Siren (2016)

Dantalian

Yep, another torture-porn fan, except this time for the opposite reasons

Glasya and Ronove look for fun gore, Danta is looking for hot ways to die

Favorite movie: Audition (1999)

Belphegor

Okay, not a movie but an anime

What else would you expect from our weeb snoozer?

Favorite anime: Junji Ito Maniac! (2023)

Beleth

Usually, Beleth loves his mafia type of movies

When it comes to horror, he wants to be laughing hard

Bonus points if he can relate in some sort of sense to the main villain

Favorite movie: Beetlejuice (1988)

Gusion

Teacher boy loves his horror villains S-M-A-R-T

Like the calculated, composed type

Favorite movie: Silence of the Lambs (2001)

Bathin

There's nothing scarier to Bathin than being contained to one place without the possibility to escape

It makes him feel claustrophobic no matter how big the place is

Like you could lock him up in a castle full of spacey rooms and he'll be anxious

Favorite movie: Misery (1990)

Andrealphus

Since Andre can't see, I don't really think he's enjoy movies

He does, however love the audio stuff

Audioboooks and horror game OSTs are his go-to's during spooky season

Favorite audiobook: Between two Fires

Favorite game OST: Layers of Fear

Agares

Since Belphie took Niflheim from him, Agares realised he really loves his vengeful spirit movies

'They took from her so she started taking from them'

or how the quote was in his favorite movie

Favorite movie: The Woman in Black (2012)

Vassago

With his love for speeches and such, Vassago finds himself ofhen enjoying the religious horrors

Bonus points if there actually are some speech scenes

Favorite movie: Midnight Mass (2021)

Lucifer

If there's a movie containing the Antichrist, Luci is interested

He kinda also finds it amusing to see humans fumble with their demon names and stories

Favorite movie: The Omen (1976)

Morax

It might be a bit childish, but Morax likes movies themed around holidays

Bonus points if there is an adorable character

Favorite movie: Trick 'r Treat (2007)

Buer

Buer loves a good mindfuck movie with an unexpected twist

Other psychological horrors are good too, but you know...

There's nothing better than a lore drop that makes you wanna rewatch the movie from beginning and look for the subtle hints

Favorite movie: Orphan (2009)

Marbas

The last member of our gore aficionados

The only struggle for Marbas is to not criticize some anatomy errors of the sfx team

Favorite movie: Terrifier (2016)

Gamigin

It's rare for this babey dragon to watch horrors, but if he's with someone, he will

Once he's watched one already, he's less scared and will watch it again alone

Any movie where he can relate to a character is an instant hyperfixation until another movie comes around

Favorite movie: The Boy (2016)

[two-red-lungs]

The Kids Are Alright (Eddie Munson)

Your first date with Eddie Munson is fine, as far as first dates go. You get pizza together: meet awkwardly outside the door at 7pm, hands sweaty, exchanging nervous, butterfly-riddled smiles. You eat. He can't stop moving in his seat opposite you, tapping his hands on the sticky enamel tabletop. He looks at you with big brown eyes. Wary, at first, then as the night goes on and it becomes clear this isn't some string-along joke, or a prank, with boyish glee.

But the second date is the one that really shines.

Eddie, in all his intellectual glory, takes you to the Dollar Tree.

It's late, again, and the D in the logo flickers in and out of existence. The air inside smells like cheap plastic, dust, and the urban sprawl of capitalism. This is a place that's usually... dead. A pathetic sort of dead, where dreams come to die, the cashier looks about five seconds from falling asleep, agonizingly boring elevator music plays over tinny speakers, and Hawaiian themed teacups are on sale for ninety-nine cents.

You think god, what the hell are we even doing here? This is hardly a dinner date, or the bowling alley, or makeout point, or any of the usual dates your friends always bragged so cooling about. But then Eddie looks at you over his shoulder, spins on his heel, and throws his arms wide. His outfit jingles.

"Welcome," he says with a glint in his dark eyes, "to the goddamn kingdom of imagination."

You should leave. God knows to anyone else at school this date could sound like a horror story, an uncouth, uncool, unladylike disaster. But there's something in those eyes. Something vibrant and alive and real. So instead of leaving you think, okay. Why not.

Best decision of your life.

He knows this place by heart, every white-tiled aisle under the buzzing fluorescents. And he's funny, too: you didn't expect him to be so funny. As you both slowly amble and push your squeaky-wheeled cart he picks up random shit, talking as he fiddles.

A fuzzy caterpillar cat toy becomes his moustache. He wraps a crinkled paper streamer around his neck like a boa and faints dramatically against some of the shelves. He scurries to the aisle next to you and pretends to walk down a staircase, disappearing from view: when his moppish head pops back up again, his wild hair flounces.

Huh. He smiles like the sun.

Eddie asks about everything possible, and god, under his stoner slang he's whip fucking smart. You crack a joke or a sarcastic reference and he smoothly returns it with equal emphasis, two tennis players on the court.

You check out picture frames. Eddie suggests throwing a little spraypaint on it, a little silver paint to light the edges, some weathering with sandpaper, and suddenly you've got yourself some primo decor.

"You like to paint?" You ask him, standing in the aisle, holding the shitty wooden frame. He's looking over your shoulder. You can feel his body heat, this close.

"I'm a big believer in, uh. Creativity, y'know?" His smile is big, toothy. Still nervous. Like as extroverted as he is, as big as his personality could be, the sting of a scoff or a sneer could still hurt.

You tell him that's cool. Something in his eyes softens.

God, you don't know how many hours you spend in that place, just talking and touching shit and discussing potential DIY projects and cool ideas. You talk comics, and music, and Hawkins social politics. He tells you about Tolkien. You tell him about David Brin. He likes David Murray, you like Siouxie Sioux. You both agree the autumn leaves this time of year make the Hawkins High look like its roof is on fire (and god, if only).

Your cart is full of bullshit you don't really need, bullshit full of promise and potential, and Eddie is letting you ride the cart with your feet on the front bar as he pushes it down the aisle at mach one speed. He splutters behind you, your hair in his mouth. He's laughing.

The total comes to 12 dollars even. The plan for the next date is to turn the kids bathtub toys you bought- ducks and dolls and dolphins- into zombies and mummies and other creatures with the shitty barely-opaque acrylics set you scored.

The sky is black outside, and it's raining. He asks if he'll see you again this week, and you say yeah, duh. The air feels like fireworks- like lightning, like a live wire. You think for a second that he's gonna kiss you.

Eddie pulls out a silver-plastic tiara from under his vest, nicked free of charge from the girl's section, and sets it on your head. It's cheap, pattern-punched plastic with pink plastic gems. It's perfect. He's made you a fairytale.

Munson bows, smiles again- the one that makes his eyes crinkle- and then he's off in his van.

He's so weird. He's so strange. You don't understand him.

You think you really like him.

[scarlet2007]

⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Illumi Zoldyck x reader ₊︶꒷꒦︶

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Summary: Illumi finally kidnaps his S/O. (female reader).

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Warnings: Kidnapping, Bone breaking, Yandere theme, Illumi being a bish and traumatizing our poor girl, angst, horror, Oh and i named the reader "Lily".

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You wake up to find a man standing at the edge of your bed watching you. You can't see much other than his large eyes and long black hair.

Your body froze in shock, all you could do was stare at the figure in front of you in horror. It was indeed a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed. You closed your eyes slowly, trying to make it seem like  you were still asleep. You slowly pulled up the covers over your head and started panicking.

'Is that a ghost?', you thought to yourself.

He tilted his head slightly, confused as to why you covered your head with the blanket.

"Did you not hear me?"

He spoke in a cold flat tone. Illumi had taken a step closer to the bed, and he was about to sit down, but he paused. He knew your eyes were still open. He could feel your heartbeat.

'What? Am I dreaming? Or is there really a man in my room?', your breathing quicken as you tried to think of ways to escape.

Illumi reached out a hand to pull the covers off your head, "It's rude to close your eyes when you're speaking to someone."

You let out a scream as you felt the man pulling the covers off your head. Terrified, you gripped the covers for dear life, as if the covers will act as a shield against whoever this man is.

"That won't save you", He grabbed your wrists tightly and pulled your arms away from the covers. He grabbed the covers and tossed them to the floor. Your heart was beating fast, but Illumi didn't hear it. He seemed a little disappointed. He wasn't expecting you to scream at least.

"Don't scream", He muttered to himself, shaking his head slightly. Illumi had to admit that you were pretty.

Your eyes widened, 'This isn't a dream... I can feel pain in my wrist.'

At last, you finally found the courage to ask, "What-.. what do you want?"

"You look so frightened. Relax." Your fear only seemed to annoy him, and he squeezed your wrists a little tighter. Illumi seemed a little amused. "I'm taking you back home with me", He whispered, his tone calm as usual.

You whimpered in pain as he applied more pressure to your wrist, he seems strong.

"W-what do you mean 'back home'?"

You looked at him with wide eyes, trying to breathe as evenly as you could.

"As in, I'm kidnapping you", Illumi whispered matter-of-factly, as if it were something obvious. He seemed to enjoy your reaction so far. He smiled slightly, his eyes still showing no emotion.

"Please stop screaming", He requested in a soft voice, while gripping your wrists tighter.

"Hurts-..." You whimpered as you glanced upward at your wrist that the man had pinned over your head.

"Oh! You're in pain?" He seemed a little surprised, and he loosened his grip.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you", Illumi lied smoothly, letting go of your wrists. He tilted his head to the side, amused by your reaction.

You gulped as you massaged your wrist, thanking the man for releasing them.

"I- I swear I don't have anything valuable on me- Even my family won't give you money if you kidnapped me- please-..."

"Oh, I'm not kidnapping you for the money you have." He seemed a little confused. He tilted his head again, thinking about the situation. He seemed to wonder why you thought that.

"I'm kidnapping you because.." Illumi looked at you, taking in every feature on your face,"I love you", He said softly.

This seems to confuse you even more, as you looked at the man with a puzzled face.

"I think you got the wrong person-.. I have never seen you before"

"Why are you so confused? Can't you feel how much love I have for you?" He seemed hurt that you still couldn't tell how much he loved you. Illumi's facial expression softened while he looked at you, his black eyes seemingly gazing into yours. He tilted his head yet again, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I don't think I am the person you are looking for- I have never even seen you before-! Please, let me go, I won't tell anyone that this happened..."

You plead to the man in front of you, trying to get out of this situation.

"No no no, don't be silly", Illumi looked at you lovingly, smiling. You could hear the affection in his voice. "You belong to me. That's why I won't let you go even if you ask nicely."

"I love you with all my heart, and I won't let you leave me", He murmured in a soft voice.

The panic settled in again as you started to move backward, trying to put as much distance as you could between you and the man.

Illumi was disappointed that you weren't pleased by the news that he loved you. Was it so wrong for him to kidnap such a pretty girl like you? He tilted his head again, looking at you.

"Your heart rate is getting faster. You look scared. Why are you scared? I won't hurt you. I love you", Illumi murmured with a small frown, walking towards you again.

"Please don't come near me-..", You frantically started to look around for anything that you can use as a weapon against him.

Illumi walked closer to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. He seemed to be trying to calm you down. You were panicking too much for his liking.

"Why are you so scared? You don't believe me when I say I won't hurt you? I won't! I love you, so how could I possibly harm you?"

You flinched as he placed a hand on your shoulder, trying not to let out a scream.

"You don't kidnap the person you love-! How can I trust a stranger with my life? For all I know, you could brutally kill me or do something worse!"

Illumi laughed at your response, shaking his head.

"Don't you think it's a little rude to call me a stranger? I've been following you for a while now. I know you, and I love you", He murmured in a small voice, gripping your wrist firmly again.

You struggled against him, trying to pull your wrist out of his grip as you shook your head.

"Please, I beg you-.."

Illumi didn't let you go, and the more you struggled, the tighter he gripped your wrist.

"Please be patient. I know you're scared, but you don't need to be scared of me", He whispered in a cold voice, not realizing how intimidating you must've found him.

"I would never hurt you. In my eyes... you are the most perfect girl I've ever seen", He murmured softly, tilting his head again.

You kept struggling while tears formed in your eyes.

"But you are hurting me right now-"

"Stop crying", Illumi said softly, tightening his grip once more. His tone made his command sound like some kind of an order, and he didn't seem to care that his tone was intimidating.

"I will keep you safe. You'll see, once I take you back to my family", He murmured in a small voice, tilting his head once more. His facial expression was blank, yet you felt uncomfortable with him holding you so tightly.

"NO- please- no, god, please no..."

You tried not to cry but it was getting harder and harder, your wrist burns and this terrifying man is trying to kidnap you.

Illumi seemed frustrated by you crying. He squeezed your wrist even tighter, and he looked at you angrily with his black eyes.

"Stop crying and do not make me do something I will regret", He whispered in a small voice, his tone serious now. You couldn't help but tear up more. He pulled you closer, taking in your smell and examining your face.

You started to scream and kick towards his direction, trying to make him release you so you could run for your door and escape*

Illumi didn't seem bothered by your struggles. He simply held you tighter, and he was now starting to get annoyed by your screaming.

He looked you straight in the eyes as he squeezed your wrist tighter and pulled your arm closer. He was almost shaking from pure emotion.

"I love you.. I need you.. Don't struggle anymore", He whispered harshly, looking at you with a fierce expression. His eyes were filled with rage, as he held you tightly.

"No, Let. Me. Go!" You gasped in pain as he applied more pressure, you are sure that he has blocked the blood circulation in your hand with his iron grip. If he squeezed a little harder, you are sure he will manage to break your wrist.

Illumi finally snapped, as he tightened his grip even more. His face was contorted in rage, and he seemed to be getting frustrated with how you struggled. He didn't notice that he was starting to harm you. He had become obsessed. He pulled you even closer to his body.

"Don't struggle anymore. I need you. You are mine. If you don't listen, I will snap your wrist. I swear on my life", He murmured in a cold, threatening tone. His grip tightened even more.*

You couldn't hear him over the sound of your heartbeat and quickened breath, you started to suffocate as you couldn't inhale properly with how panicked you were, with every strength that is left in you, you tried to wiggle out of his grip and shake him off you.

Illumi had grown so enraged that he didn't even register you crying out in pain. He was filled with emotion, and all he could think of was wanting you to himself. He was oblivious to your pain, and the tighter he held you, the more desperate he became. He couldn't focus on anything but your face. Illumi ignored all of your pleas, and he held you in place. He just wanted you.

"Stop struggling", He whispered in a cold tone, his facial expression still filled with rage.

It happened. A cracking noise filled the room, it wasn't loud but Illumi managed to hear it. The cracking sound was followed by a scream of pain as you closed your eyes, finally breaking down in sobs.

Illumi's eyes widen as he felt your wrist snap, and he heard you scream in pain. He didn't quite know how to react. His eyes remained fixed on your face, and he was still holding you tightly.

"Oh... are you okay?", He murmured in a small voice, tilting his head. He seemed confused as his facial expression turned from rage to concern. You couldn't tell what he was thinking. He was still holding you tightly, as he waited for your response.

The pain would've been bearable if it wasn't for you panicking so much and the fact that you have never sprained any parts of your body, let alone break a bone.

Tears flood your eyes as you continued to cry out in pain, the man still not losing his grip which made it more painful.

Illumi seemed to realize for the first time how deeply he was hurting you. His grip on your wrist loosened slightly, but it was still firm.

"There, there's no need to cry", He cooed in a soft voice. Illumi sounded as if he was talking to an infant or a small child. He didn't think much of the pain he was causing you."If you cry, I might hurt your wrist more."

He tilted his head to the side, seeming to want you to stop crying.

You gasped in pain as you closed your eyes before hearing the man, you opened your eyes slightly to find him still on top of you.

"Please-... don't-... I-...", You were trying so hard to calm down but it was getting harder and harder the more you stared at the man.

Illumi tightened his grip on your wrist again. He looked mad that you were panicking so much.

"You don't have to act like this! Don't be afraid of me. Why can't you believe that I love you?", His voice sounded frustrated and irritated, and his expression turned cold once more.

"I won't hurt you", He lied, as he still continued to hold you tightly and squeeze your wrist just to get your attention.

"I- I believe you! just please..! Let my wrist go-! I b-beg you...", you tried to stop crying as the pain increased.

"As long as you're still scared of me, you won't love me", Illumi muttered in a soft tone. He squeezed your wrist tighter, as he wanted you to be so frightened that you would love him. But he was only causing more damage to your wrist.

He looked at you intently, waiting for you to fall in love with him so he could relax the grip on your wrist. "Look at me."

You looked up at him, while gasping in pain. You were shaking at this point.

Illumi tilted his head to the side again, as he looked at you with those lifeless black eyes.

"Please stop crying and just believe me. Look, I won't hurt you", He said, sounding sweet and loving. But what he was doing wasn't the nicest thing to your wrist. He was squeezing it as tight as he could.

"I love you, really."

"I- I LOVE YOU TOO!", You cried out in pain as you tried to please the man as much as you could so that he would let go of your wrist. You were starting to get dizzy.

Illumi let go of your wrist, looking at you happily, "There you go."

"Good girl", He murmured in a soft, low voice, as if he was speaking to a very small child. Illumi sounded like a different person when you said you loved him. He smiled at you lovingly. "I'm so lucky to have you", He murmured and tilted his head to the side once more.

You nodded your head in response as you tried to stop crying. You pulled your wrist towards your chest, looking down at them, it was hard to see their condition but the bone was surely broken, and you were not able to rotate your wrist either. And it hurts when you tried to move your fingers even slightly.

Illumi had calmed down a lot. He was satisfied by the fact that you loved him, and he had succeeded in breaking your will. He could finally relax.

"Let's go, my dear. Let's go back to my family's mountain and become my wife", He murmured in a soft voice, smiling at you lovingly once more. He grabbed your hand and started walking towards the door, as if your wrist wasn't broken in two.

"Ah! C-can you grab my arm or shoulder instead? It hurts when you pull...-", You trailed off, scared that you will annoy him if you mention your pain again.

"Oh, of course", Illumi replied sweetly, smiling at you as if you were a small child. He put his arm around your shoulder and lifted you up, carrying you in his arms.

"You're so light- do you even eat? We'll need to feed you more", He murmured with a small chuckle, and he walked outside of your apartment. He had to go to his mansion on the kukuroo mountain now that he had you in his custody.

"We..?", 'There are more of them? If one of them is this crazy, how bad will others be?' Just thinking about it makes you shiver.

Illumi remained quiet as he carried you over his shoulder. He didn't even think about the fact that you were scared of him or his family. All he was focused on was that he finally had you all to himself.

"My family will love you. I'm sure of it." He muttered quietly, as if he was trying to reassure you. "I'll introduce you to my little brother, Killua first. Killua is going to be so excited to meet you."

"Ah- I see... i would love to meet them too... By the way- if you don't mind me asking... I mean- like, can I ask you something?", You fumbled with your words, trying to speak as carefully as you could.

"Hm? What is this question that you're so hesitant to ask?", Illumi asked politely, keeping his focus on you. He was curious about your question, and all he wanted was to hear you say it. He tilted his head to the side once more, seeming to want to listen to the sound of your voice.

"What's your name...?", You looked up at him, trying to see if he was annoyed by your talking or not.

Illumi looked at you sweetly and smiled. He chuckled as he responded."You haven't figured that out for yourself, love?"

"My name is Illumi, Illumi Zoldyck. I'm 26-years-old. Don't forget it.", He murmured softly and tilted his head to the side.

"What's your name?" He asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Your eyes widened once I heard his name, "Zoldyck..? Like- from that Kangaroo mountain..?"

Illumi chuckled when you said 'Kangaroo' instead of 'Kukuroo'. "It's Kukuroo mountain, love, not Kangaroo. And yes, I am an elite Zoldyck. What's your name, love? *He inquired curiously while he continued to walk outside. He knew what your name was, but he wanted to see if you would be truthful or not.

"Lily." He nodded when he heard you answer him.

"Umm, that mountain is a big tourist attraction, so when I was new to this city, I went there- I saw your dog eat humans and decided to live far away from it-..." You trailed off, remembering that day.

"Ah... I see." *He said in response to your answer. "That day must have been traumatic for you", He said softly, trying to show sympathy for your feelings.

'This day is more traumatizing', You thought to yourself.

"And what are you doing in the city then? Do you have a job?" He asked curiously, acting as if he already didn't know everything about you.

"I am still a student so I work part time at a library."

"Oh, a student huh? Well, you're in luck. Our family will make sure that you have a better future", Illumi murmured in a soft and caring voice.

"Is that car yours?"

"Yes! That's my car. You're a very inquisitive person. Do you like it?" He asked curiously as he looked down at you. He smiled at you sweetly as if he was trying to impress you.

"It's.. It looks cool!" You tried to smile at him despite the pain you were in.

"I thought you already knew that I was a student...Shit- am i talking too much?", You looked at him anxiously, trying to figure out if your talking was annoying him or not.

"No no, not at all", Illumi murmured in a soft and friendly tone. He smiled at you sweetly and tilted his head to the side as he walked down the street with you in his arms.

"I like your talkative nature, Lily. You can tell me anything, and I'll try to have a conversation with you."

"I think we've almost reached my car now." He muttered sweetly, as he continued walking towards the car with you in his arms.

"You parked quite far. Wait- what is going to happen to my belongings?" You looked back towards your house.

"Don't worry about that now, my love", Illumi replied calmly, as if he couldn't care less about leaving your belongings. He didn't want you to worry about anything but him. He loved you after all. He looked at you warmly with those soulless, black eyes of his.

"Don't worry about it." He murmured sweetly and continued walking to the car.

"B-but-.."

"Shh, it's all okay, darling." *Illumi replied sweetly and he continued walking to the car as if you were a child. He was caring about you in his own way, but he also did what he wanted with no regard to you.

"You don't need to worry about anything other than being with me. Everything else is insignificant",  He muttered, sounding serious.

He soon reached his car and opened the door carefully. He then sat you down in the passenger seat, and sat himself, in the driver seat.

You shut your mouth as soon as you heard him say that, though the idea of leaving everything behind just like that.. hurts. You worked so hard to buy everything, to work for everything and now... it's all gone.

You looked at you wrist and gasped quietly, it was an angry red and limp, with bones sticking out. You couldn't bear to look at it as it made you disgusted and scared.

Illumi looked over to you to see your disgusted and horrified face. He realized instantly that he went too far. He tried to hold his anger in, but it was hard. You could see the small anger in his eyes as he tried to be kind to you.

"Oh, did I break your wrist?" *He murmured in a sweet, kind tone as if he was trying to comfort you. But it was obvious that his concern was fake.

"Its- It's fine, it doesn't hurt that much...", You gave him a weak smile, or at least tried to while looking at him.

"Don't lie to me. I don't like it when you lie to me. You're hurt, and I did it." Illumi replied in a harsh tone, looking at you with his soulless black eyes. His sweet persona was gone, as the cold-blooded Zoldyck blood was now in-command. He was getting mad at your lying and he didn't want you to lie to him again.

"I know you're not a liar, Lily.. So don't lie to me", He murmured once more, as he turned the car on.

You took a sharp breath as you heard his tone, he is angry again. That's not good. You quickly bowed my head, "I am sorry, Illumi! I swear, I won't lie to you again, please forgive me!" You cried out while shaking slightly.

Illumi looked at you sweetly and his tone immediately shifted back to a soft, kind and sweet voice. "Good girl." He murmured gently, as if he didn't just snap at you. All of that anger was instantly gone, and he looked at you like you were his princess again.

"I forgive you", He spoke softly and smiled at you sweetly.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of that wrist once we arrive at my mansion." He said in a caring tone.

"Thank you!" You sat up straight once you heard him say that.

You looked towards the sky, it's pretty late right now.

"Aren't you tired..?"

"No.. I'm not tired." Illumi murmured sweetly, as if he couldn't sleep without you next to him.

He then drove the car down the street to the mansion. Once they reached the gates of the mansion, Illumi stepped out and then reached his hand into the car to help you get off. The mansion was enormous, and it looked like a palace.

"Please watch your step, darling." He murmured in a soft tone as he helped you off the car.

You thanked him as you looked at the mansion in front of you.

That's it. That's your life now. It's no use fighting against him. You already gave up fighting when he broke your wrist. It's useless now. Everything is over for you. Your dreams, your goals, your life. Everything. Is. Over.

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Author's note: So.. I am back after 2 years of inactivity-

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[slasherhoe87]

Peepaw Michael's s/o thinking he passed in his sleep 😭😭

So this happened to me with my s/o this morning. I'm still shaken but all is well... felt writing would help me.

SFW / Fem!reader / Angst, fluff, emotional

The sun's warmth and light greeted you when you awoke. Sighing, you felt like if you closed your eyes you could easily fall back asleep.

You turned your head to your left and smiled fondly. Michael was fast asleep. He seemed to sleep longer and more often these days.

Its been five years since he barged into your life and for the first three years of knowing him he did not sleep often nor for so long as he does now.

His age is catching up to him. Though still a deadly powerhouse you notice he comes home earlier than he used to after a night of hunting. When he returns you spy the subtle stiffness in his gait, the crick in his right knee, the weary sigh behind the beat up old mask.

He doesn't protest and fuss like he used to when you offer to draw him a warm bath with your favourite horror themed bath bombs. He sinks into the tub with a blissful groan while you soap your beloved up and massage his taut, knotted shoulders.

You find he seems more content now to sit by your side on the sofa, watching movies or tv - his large calloused hand holding your own, his thumb rubbing small circles on its back. Before this, he lurked alot in the shadows and corners of your small home. Always alert, always hovering, standing, watching. Now he just wants to be close to you at all times.

In the beginning of your relationship, touch was something he was not comfortable with. He had reminded you of a feral cat - aggressive, aloof, skittish. Half the time he ignored you unless he wanted food or sex.

But now, he sought out your touches, your hugs, your cuddles, like a man starved. And sex was no longer just sex - it was love making. It was no more just animalistic rough rutting - now Michael sought your hands to intertwine his fingers through your own. No more does the mask stay on. Now you are gifted with warm, loving soft kisses to your jaw, neck, chest, forehead and mouth.

Sighing softly, you rolled over to face Michael's back and gently ran your fingers up his bare arm. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his neck and then to the side of his handsome, matured face.

You frowned slightly when you received no response. Michael was typically a fairly light sleeper and by now he would'e felt your touches and responded as he always does.

You tried again, this time running the palm of your hand up and down his toned bicep while murmuring a soft good morning in his ear.

Nothing.

Worry slowly bubbled up within you as you still received no response from your lover.

"Michael?" You tentatively call out.

Nothing.

Another call of his name and a firm shake of his bicep this time.

Nothing.

"Michael?"

You place your hand in front of his nose and barely feel any air leaving his nostrils.

You shake his arm harder this time. "Michael!?"

Nothing.

Your bottom lip starts to tremble, your eyes blur with unshed tears, your heart thrums wildly inside your chest all the while shaking his arm again and again.

Just as you let out a choked sob thinking the worst, he jerks awake and immediately turns to look at you, bleary eyed and slightly confused, still in a sleepy haze.

You break down and start crying in full force. Your body feels shaky, your heart is still pounding in your chest.

Michael swiftly sits up and wraps you in his strong embrace. He doesn't know what the hell is going on or why you are so panicked. His first thought is perhaps you had a terrible nightmare and simply need some consoling. If that's the case then he's happy to oblige for the only person he gives a damn about in this world.

Your hold on Michael is like iron - like if you grip him any softer he'll disappear from you like sand falling through your fingers.

Eventually your heartbeat evens out and you feel like you can breath again, think again, feel anything other than dread and sorrow.

Your rest your forehead against Michael's for a moment before you begrudgingly pull away from him.

When you look into his good eye you see worry and confusion. He tilts his head in question as to what had you so spooked.

You look down at your lap, wipe your teary eyes and tear stained cheeks before looking up at him again.

"Y-you wouldn't wake up... I touched you, shook you, called and shouted your name but you continued to lay motionless. I even felt for your breath on my fingers and felt nothing"

You took in another deep breath. Michael had begun to gently rub soothing circles on your intertwined hands.

"I... thought you died in your sleep"

Your lip trembled once more and sobs came out in full force again. You didn't know what you would do in a world without Michael.

Before Michael, you had felt like you were living your life on auto-pilot, just going through the motions of a mediocre life.

Then on halloween night, five years ago, Michael barged into the back door of your small home, injured, bleeding. After getting over the initial shock of the Shape in your home, you tended to his wounds as best you could and Michael seemed to have decided that he wanted to stick around after that.

Now, five years later you truly felt Michael was your soulmate. You only wished that the two of you could've met sooner... that you could've had more time with Michael.

After hearing your answer Michael was taken aback. He certainly didn't expect to hear that of all things. Did he really sleep so deeply last night? It seems so. Though thinking on it now, he has noticed that for a while now he has been waking up more groggily, his eye taking longer to open, his mind taking longer to clear from sleep, him sleeping in well after y/n has gone to work.

He nodded his head and gave a soft sigh. Before he would've scoffed and glared at you but now he could understand where you were coming from - he was entering his winter years and the chance of passing in one's sleep would increase with each month and year to come.

Cupping his large, warm hand to your soft cheek he leaned in giving you a firm, passionate kiss. Within it was the message that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. You spent the morning making love with one another - the morning's ordeal forgotten.

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 3: mirror sex

stray kids 1.5k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Bang Chan NSFW

🖤 warnings: undernegotiated kink, implied consent, themes of negative body image🖤

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Truly, these are the dangers of not pre-booking a place to stay.

Last-minute travel isn't usually your thing, but an unexpectedly long weekend means that there's finally time in your favorite guy's backbreaking schedule for a little getaway.

But last-minute travel, with no hotel booked, means love motels.

They're not as creepy as they sound, not usually dirty or weird. Inexpensive, yes, and usually a little older than the resorts and boutiques that most people prefer. They get a bad rap just because of the connotations, but like, people have sex in all kinds of hotels.

You think it's kind of cool, honestly. Homey, in a weird way.

The person at the front desk is a nice older lady, and she doesn't even blink as she asks if the two of you have any plans this weekend.

"Plans outside the room, I mean."

She winks. She's not subtle, but it's sweet.

And now, in the elevator, Chan is looking around in unmasked horror. Taking in the garish burgundy interior, the thinly-veiled adverts for sex workers taped to the walls.

"It's not that bad," you say.

"It'll be fine for two nights," Chan replies, sounding as if he doesn't believe that at all. "Anyway, we're only sleeping here. We'll have stuff to do."

"Oh, come on. We might as well put the place to its intended use."

Chan scoffs, as if the idea of using the sex motel for sex is ridiculous.

"As long as the room's clean, that's all I care about," you continue. "It's a hotel. Whatever."

"Whatever," Chan agrees tentatively.

He's still lying to himself, but he does relax a little.

When you get to your floor, things are extremely normal. Nondescript hotel decor, the faint smell of carpet cleaning solution and lemon furniture polish. Cleaner than other places you've stayed for far more money, honestly.

The room itself is at the end of the hall, which you like, for the privacy, even though there are only five or six rooms on the floor.

You let yourself into the room, and it's as clean and fresh as the rest of the hall. Again, about as good as it gets in terms of a cheap hotel.

"See?" you say.

Chan looks at you, clearly unimpressed.

"What? It's clean. I'll check for bedbugs, but other than that..."

He points upward.

There is a giant mirror stuck to the ceiling above the bed, but nowhere is perfect.

"Even that's clean," you joke.

The surface of the glass is spotless, no fingerprints and not even any dust that you can see from down here. Chan still looks unhappy. Cleanliness is obviously not his concern.

"Don't be a downer," you say.

"Why do people like that?" he grumbles.

You've set your bag down on the armchair in the corner of the room, rifling through it for your toiletries to set out in the bathroom, but you humor him without looking. "Like what?"

"The mirrors."

"In the room?" you glance at him. "Isn't that, like, the sex motel cliche? The heart shaped bed, the red lights, the mirrors?"

This room only has one of the above. Pretty tame.

"It just means you have to - I mean, you can already see your partner, why would you need-"

"You're really thinking about this," you interrupt.

He is. He really is, standing beside the bed and staring up at his own reflection pensively.

"It's so you can see yourself," you add, walking past with your armload of cosmetics.

From in the bathroom, you hear his answer, still pouty.

"Why would I wanna do that?"

Oh, here we go.

"Some people get off on it," you say.

He scoffs a laugh, humorless. You're being generous by not calling him out, here, because he's being self-deprecating. You hate that.

"I'm gonna terrify myself in the middle of the night," he says.

That might be true. He's a little bit of a scaredy-cat. But that's beside the point.

"That's not your actual problem, though," you reply, as you come back into the room proper.

He shrugs.

"Haven't you ever been curious?" you ask.

"About what I look like?" he shoots back, glancing back up at the mirror. "Done. Wow."

"I mean during."

Immediately, like flipping a switch, his ears flame pink. "Not really."

"No? Never?"

He looks at you pointedly. He knows what you're doing. You're not subtle, so that's fine.

"We should find out," you say, grinning.

It's a challenge, now.

Your gorgeous, gorgeous boy hates how he looks. That's common knowledge for anyone who's tried to get him to take a photo together, or shop for clothes, or compliment him on a new haircut. Most of your mutual friends just ignore it. But sometimes you just can't stand it.

He would never be the type to want to see himself in the mirror in the throes of passion, uninhibited. Which is exactly why he needs to give it a try.

"How easy do you think I am?" he accuses, correctly.

"I dunno." Instead of bothering him more, you flop down onto the bed yourself, feet still on the floor, staring up at your reflection. "You tell me."

The bait is laid, and like always, his insatiable ass can't help it. You two haven't had proper alone time in what feels like forever. He nudges between your knees, standing over you as you lay there on your back. You already like the look of the scene in the mirror, the way that his reflected form looms, the way it makes you look small.

"You know," Chan says, "We could put this place to its intended use."

You grin at your own words recycled. Great minds and all that.

"What an idea."

"Just an idea," he assures you.

He drops onto his knees, nudging you up the mattress to make room for himself.

You almost lose track of your own plan, once he kisses you. Hands roam, clothes are lost, the ease and comfort of something you've done so many times. For a while, it's just an encounter like all the others. His hands that know you, his warmth and presence and attention.

And then you remember, suddenly, once you're nude and he is too, and he's asking you how you want it.

"You on your back," you say, trying not to smile at your own ingeniousness and reveal the plan.

"You got it, baby."

He flips over, and he's settled fully into the pillows with you halfway onto his lap before he looks up. He looks up at the ceiling, and he realizes.

"Wait-"

"Gotcha," you smirk, settling fully on top of him.

He could very easily just knock you over and change things up, or he could ask you to stop, and of course, you would. But he doesn't. He just flushes, red again down his ears, his neck, and he covers his face with his hands.

"That's not gonna work," you say, peeling his fingers away from his eyes.

"I can't believe you tricked me," he says pitifully.

"I did no such thing," you reply. "But now that we're here, why don't we play a game?"

"Something tells me I won't like this game."

"Here's the rules," you say.

You pause long enough to rise onto your knees, to seek out his length - desperately hard, revealing that you haven't freaked him out too badly - and line him up.

"I'm gonna make us feel good. And you...have to look."

Chan pouts, putting his full lips to good use. "I'd rather look at you. Don't you want me to look at you?"

He punctuates it by running his hands up your back, hips to shoulder blades, soothing attention from gentle fingertips.

"I think you should look at yourself," you tell him.

"But-"

"Actually, no. I think you have to look at yourself," you decide.

He peeks upward. His flush deepens.

You're not sure why he doesn't like what he sees. From where you are, it's stunning. His slim body lines, the sharp cut of his face and his dark eyes against the bleached-white hotel sheets. Distractibly, biteably pink and embarrassed.

"If you don't look at yourself," you add, dropping your hips just enough so that he can feel you, "I'll stop."

He looks overdramatically betrayed, like a dog when you take their toy away to throw it. It's cute enough that you reach down to squeeze his face in your hand.

"That's the game," you say.

"Fine."

His voice is an embarrassed squeak, but that's consent, baby. You trust him enough to know that although he hates losing, he's not going to yes you to death if things are actually feeling uncool.

Permission granted, and his eyes dutifully trained on the ceiling, you ease yourself down onto his waiting length.

Curiously, once you're seated and he's swearing through his teeth, you tilt your head up to look at yourself, too. The angle isn't as good to see you, but you've got the gist of it. Your spread thighs, your arched back, the little bit of motion as you grind on top of him.

Nice.

"Don't we look good?" you ask, sweet as can be.

He nods against the pillow. "You look-"

"Not me," you tut. "You're not supposed to be looking at me."

Chan swears. You wait.

"I...I look..."

After a second, he swallows, and squeezes his eyes shut.

Pity.

You pull back up onto your knees. His wet cock slips free.

"I told you the rules. Keep looking at you."

[dgrailwar]

Round 8, Day 1 - ALL TEAMS (but mostly Team Pretender) - [ TRUE NAME DISSOLUTION ]

Team Pretender chooses to trigger the Pretender's True Name Dissolution! Oberon's gameplay style, personality, skills, and perhaps even the current state of the Grail War will cha--

"Ahh… you're sure? This would be a pretty nasty spoiler… I mean, might spoil things in a pretty nasty way."

"Well, if you say so. Let's put up a curtain, just in case anyone wants to remain in this illusion of bliss."

Ah. So you decided to keep reading? Good. I hope you're ready. Because in exchange for visuals, you'll have to live with words.

You watched as the form of 'Oberon' began to decay, his form withering and rotting away into dark, pulpy matter. The process was vile and agonizing, the smell of sloughing sinew and blackening bones filling the forest. The bugs crawled to the disgusting carcass, worming their way in, making nests and feasting greedily as the fairy king dropped to the earth, his body no more than a dark puddle that slowly grew in size, before rising.

Rising, and rising.

A swarm of darkness, rising and rising.

A vile king, an abyssal worm, rising above the digital space.

An empty entity that loathed existence itself. An eternal pit that swallowed worlds.

And as naught but innocent bystanders, the Masters could only watch in horror, for how could they have known this would happen?!

Hah!

Yeah, right. That's horseshit.

Of course they knew what would happen. They just didn't care. Not about the others, or how things would change. That's human nature, you know? Ruin things because it seems interesting at the moment. That's the simple fact of the matter.

They probably looked on proudly. 'We did it!', they would declare, 'We summoned such a mighty and powerful Servant, and none will stand in our way', they probably proclaimed. Or, perhaps even more naively (and perhaps even worse), 'Our friend now has the power to win'! Blegh. Anyways.

Then, as the audience is given a beat to grapple in the horror of the scenario, in a manner of surprising comedic timing they would check their Command Spells… and they would be gone.

'Gone? How could they be gone?', would be the question buzzing in their minds, panic beginning to settle in. Of course, the answer was simple.

That giant abyssal creature did not exist, and yet did exist. A 'hole', only truly meant for a Lost World.

Anyways, do you want a big explanation on how each Servant suffers and dies under the curse, and how the Grail crumbles and withers into itself, reverting to nothing, and how the magical energy suffused by this dark entity breaks free from this digital prison, dooming this world? I mean, I could. Sure.

But why bother? It's basically settled. Here.

What was that thing that Shakespeare had Puck say at the end of that bullshit play?

"If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber’d here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream."

It's over. You can leave now.

The dream is done.

The Abyssal Wyrm comes and everyone dies. Meaning you've reached a...

I said you can go.

Leave, shoo. Go away.

There's not much past this, so bye.

…Hah! Fine. I lied. I mean, obviously. What a shit ending that would be otherwise. Let's keep it 'sporting', then. This whole farce makes me want to puke, so I need to let out my anger on someone before this ends. Ah- wait, this is narration. No more 'I'. Let's stay detached, lest this become a monologue.

Now, let's settle the matter of where this story stands.

There was the melting, the decay, the ruination of the idea of 'Oberon'. Check.

The insects feasting, nesting, and crowding on his decaying body, a ritual to send his body to the earth, and arise anew. Duh.

The vanishing Command Spells, as you realized that your connection was nothing more than a scam. Of course.

The giant abyssal creature looming over the horizon. Obviously.

That stuff happened. Remember it.

But the Servants didn't die (yet).

The digital space wasn't swallowed by darkness (yet).

All isn't lost (yet).

Those were lies. Though, if I'm the one saying it…

Ah, whatever. Now... how did these sort of things go for the others? Right, right.

Behold, the vile king of the abyss. He who resides wherever 'emptiness' lies. The wrath of the Planet, given form and cursed with eternal loathing and hollow truth. He who only should have existed within the confines of the Lost World, as he has no role within human history. He, made of lies, sheds his farcical shell. He who makes you go 'Oh, we, uh, should have summoned the Archetype of the Planet for this one' with dumb mouths agape!

Behold, the end of worlds and dreams. The one who fells the morning lark. The one who consumes the evening shroud. The one who devours the twilight.

Behold--

The Extra Class of Endless Deceit, Pretender!

[lesbians4armand]

Part Two of my Preacher’s Daughter is an Armand Album thesis for @nightcolorz 

Thoroughfare

I don’t have too much to say on this song as it’s one of the less Armand songs of the album imo, but there are a few bits still. 

The references to California and the west coast feels very much like San Francisco devil’s minion but not enough to really elaborate. 

Gibson Girl

“You wanna love me right now, You wanna get alone with me, You wanna get my clothes off, And hurt me” For so long , Armand’s perception of love has been so possessive and physical. If someone loves him, they want to own him and they want to fuck him, this is what he was taught too young and it was proven right again and again.

“Says he’s in love with my body, that’s why he’s fucking it up” He’s told that Marius loves him, loves his body, yet is continually hurt and abused and sold until he dies and his body is made that of a vampire because Marius just loves him too much to let him die for real. Him, or what he can offer?

“Then he says to me, Baby if it feels good then it can’t be bad” Being taught that if something is pleasurable then it can’t be bad, whether it be adult’s wanting to fuck him when he’s too young, or killing and drinking blood, or having his blood drunk. If what Marius does to him feels good, then it can’t be bad or wrong like the ones who actually hurt him, right?

“You wanna fuck me right now, You wanna see me on my knees, You wanna rip these clothes off, And hurt me” The lyrics repeat, this time more violently. This again reminds me of the banquet scene, Bianca’s cousin’s and other men wanting to hurt and degrade Amadeo, then Lord Harlech wanting not just to sleep with him but to own him, and trying and succeeding to kill him when he refuses.

Ptolemaea

“You love blood too much, but not like I do.” Armand was addicted to Marius’s blood before he was turned, just as Daniel was addicted to Armand’s. This running theme of obsession with the blood just hits me in such a way. 

“You’d do well to say yes to me” This line is barely a whisper in the song but it’s very Marius being very controlling over Amadeo, not truly giving him a choice as to what he does. 

“Saying I’m the one he’s gonna take me” Amadeo is Marius’s favourite, over any of the other palazzo boys. He is the only one he would bring into the blood, for better or for worse. 

“Calling me the one, I’m the white light, beautiful, finite” Again, Amadeo is the only one he would give the dark gift to, but he also gives him a diamond ring because “diamonds are the white light of God” which is what this lyric always reminds me of. Heis beautiful of course, but as a mortal it’s finite, Marius wants to preserve such beauty, even speaking about what a beautiful corpse Amadeo would be. 

“You poor thing, sweet mourning lamb, there’s nothing you can do, It’s already been done.” I’m not explaining this one. It just is.

“What fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me” I could talk more about Amadeo here but you know what this lyric really reminds me of? Show Armand revealing his history of sexual abuse to Louis to be told that Louis once ran a brothel. What fear that must be, knowing your partner will never really understand this part of you because he was the one behind doing it to others. Of course, Armand is not a woman but the point very much stands.

The repeated cries of stop and the scream speak for themselves in this song I think.

August Underground & Televangelism

Putting the two instrumentals together as I won’t talk about them much, but the deeply horror vibe of the first and the calmer, sadder vibe of the second is very telling of Armand's story.

Sun Bleached Flies

“What I wouldn't do to be in church this Sunday” Being raised so religious then losing it so abruptly it makes him sick in his horror and longing in Venice. Before then, he had God, and now nothing. 

“God loves you, but not enough to save you” Same thing, Andrei was so devoted to his saints and his prayers he was deemed holy, and then later given the name Amadeo, beloved of God. God loved him, but he was not saved. Not from the slave traders or the brothel owners, not from Marius. Then, even at death he was not saved, forced to remain eternally young and eternally dead. And again, when taken by Santino he was not saved by God. Beloved, never saved.

“So I said fine, cause that’s how my daddy raised me, if they strike once then you just hit them twice as hard.” Violence was so normalised to Armand by Marius, he doesn’t even blink at it any more. 

“We all know how it goes, the more it hurts the less it shows” Armand keeps so much of his story and pain and trauma within it barely shows through, blocking his mind even to much older more powerful vampires like Khayman, only revealing small amounts. 

“And that’s why I could never go back home” He can never really return to his real home of Kiev, because he’s not Andrei any more. It’s his homeland but not his home.Even Venice he can never really return, Marius and the palazzo are no longer there, he isn’t Amadeo any more. All his homes are ghosts. 

“But I always knew that in the end, no one was coming to save me, so I just prayed and I keep praying and praying” Same vibe as “God loves you but not enough to save you.” He will never be saved, no matter how much he prays.

Strangers

“I tried to be good, am I no good?” Armand submits to others so much because he so desperately wants to be good for something, at something, be useful, more than just “having a skill.” It’s deeply heartbreaking. 

“With my memory restricted to a Polaroid in evidence” I’m actually writing a fic with this title atm about Armand and the Vecchio painting but it’s just so fitting. He has little memory of that time, little connection to that identity, yet it’s painted and displayed on a wall for millions to see, still on his knees with torn clothing, always serving.

“I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours?” Whether it be Marius, Lestat, Louis, Daniel, anyone, Armand wants to be loved more than anything, but not just loved. He wants to be owned, for the love to be all encompassing, more than anything else to the other person. They can’t have anyone else because Armand needs them so badly to be devoted to him, to show him the love he’s never known, to provide an end to his awful loneliness. He wants to be theirs. This is why he kills Claudia, breaks down a door with an axe, gives Daniel his blood and the dark gift, abandons the coven for Lestat. 

“If I’m turning in your stomach, am I making you feel sick” Both the references to grief and consumption here are so good. Does feeding from Armand make them feel sick, or is it the guilt in what they have done to him, the horror in knowing what he has been through? 

“Don’t think about it too hard you’ll never sleep a wink at night again” Ending on this lyric that perfectly encapsulates how I feel about Armand. I think about him too hard.

[deanwinchestermydaddy]

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes

Billy Loomis x ???

Word count: ~ 2699

Warnings: (18+) MINORS DNI! cursing, violence, murder, mention of suicide, blood, stabbing, fluff (if you squint but its Scream so idk), knife and weapons, parental deaths mentioned,  mentions kidnapping, mentions sexual activities, dirty talk, daddy kink, childhood trauma, unhealthy relationship, bad ending for some (rip the people that died), slut-shamming, dark themes touched, Billy Loomis (always kills me with that finger licking) sweet! Billy, unexpected ending (I guess) LET ME NOW IF I MISSED ANY WARNINGS   DON’T READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU GET UPSET OR TRIGGERED EASILY BY ANY OF THE WARNINGS.  

SUMMARY: it takes place right when Billy is cornering Sidney.  Follows the movie and some stuff is added to make sense ( for me lol). Hope you guys enjoy it!

A/N: this is the first really dark fic that I wrote wish surprises me a lot. Might make this one into a series still thinking about it tho. Let me know what you think or if I should do a series based on this! thank you loves!!

Billy turns to Sidney who is not standing that far away from him and the look that he is giving her is unrecognizable. They hear screams and more panic sets in Sidney. Billy's eyes are on her and he sticks his tongue out and slowly licks the dried blood tasting it, "corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig's blood in CARRIE" Billy says as she slowly takes a step back moving into the kitchen; he lurches as she takes another step back in horror. She continues to back up until she goes into the arms of Stu, "Stu... please... help me..." she says as he just stares at her with a subtle smile and holds a voice changer to his mouth, "surprise Sidney" he whispers into the thing making her realized both of them were the killers.

Since they were busy focused on Sidney you ran to where they were, "HEY! LEAVE HER ALONE!" you yell catching their attention and allowing Sidney to run to you letting her get behind you, "thought I killed you" Stu says as Sidney's mind was racing while your body fills with adrenaline and you felt your clothes soak and drip blood into the floor. Squeezing Sydney's hand you pulled her as you bolt into the living room to create some distance between them, but they stand in the entryway trapping both in. "where y'all going? It's not over yet. We've got one more surprise... Stu I believe it's your turn" Billy says as if it was something to be proud of, "Oh yeah" Stu answers as he disappears into the kitchen, "what's wrong? Both look like you've seen a ghost" Billy says as the noise comes from the kitchen with a dragging sound. Stu comes along dragging two bodies and rolls them into your's and Sidney's feet, "Daddy!" both yell for both of your dad's at the same time, "close enough" Billy says as Stu places a cellular in Mr. Prescott's shirt pocket.

"Guess won't be needing this anymore," Stu says as he and Billy lurch to scare both and in a quick movement you turned and hugged Sidney to shield her from their attacks, " you should've died with your mom" You whispered on her ear and you stabbed her around 6 times in the back.  She started screaming and trashing in pain; you let her go but not before taking the knife out and she drops to the floor bleeding, "why are you doing this?" she asked looking at you as you backed up towards the guys. "It's all part of the game" Stu answers, "it's called GUESS HOW I'M GOING TO DIE!" Billy says looking straight at her, "FUCK YOU!" Sidney says to Billy as she was slowly and painfully bleeding out, "Oh Sid, that's my job. Isn't that right baby?" you said as Billy grabbed you by the hips pulling you closer to him and started kissing your neck without stopping the eye contact with Sidney, "right" he answers, "you're crazy... all of you" she said as her eyes move back and forth between the three, "the official term is 'psychotic' " Stu said matter of factly as she is trying to hold her posture but there was so much blood.

"You'll never get away with this," she said as she was struggling even more, " tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy it was to frame him" Billy said as Stu continue, "Yeah, we just watched a few movies. Took a few notes. It was fun". The three relish the madness as Sidney looks at yours and her dad to see them cry, "why did you kill my mother?" she asked with a determined look making you laugh, "Why? WHY? Did you guys hear that...Hmm... you don't really remember me do you?" you said kneeling in front of her taking the knife into your hand as she shook her head, "I don't understand..." she said fighting the tears that still were running down her face, "we did your mom a favor, Sid.  The woman was a slut bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something"  Billy explained, "so we put her out of her misery, I mean let's face it, your mom was no Sharon Stone" Stu says cracking up over, while Billy turns very serious, " is that motive enough for you? or how about this. Did yoy know you slut mother was sleeping with my dad and she's the reason my mom moved out and deserted me" Billy said as Sidney stares, "or even better? The whore of your mother started sleeping with my dad as well making this asshole abandon us, causing her to feel that she had to kill herself to get out of the misery your fucking mother put her through. And you know what's the funniest part, Sid?... Is that  I saw her do it when I was a 6 fucking year old" you said slicing her cheek as she is rigid with shock, both testimonies resonating the truth of her mother.

"What?" she said, " think about it, Sid. On the off chance that we get caught, motives like that could divide the jury for years," you said standing up and kicking her in the process, "you took our mothers, so we took yours. Big sympathy factor. Maternal abandonment, mother loss, childhood trauma, and paternal abandonment cause serious deviant behavior" Billy said as he grabbed your hand to guide you to where yours and Sidney's dad were, "NO DON'T" she yells with the little strength she has left, "I wouldn't waste any more breaths, Sid. Cause if my grandpa taught me well you are about to die in a few minutes" you said laughing, "YOU ARE INSANE" she said spitting blood, "yet I'm not the one bleeding out on the floor" you said moving your sight back to your dad, "please let them go" she begged, "come on, Sid. Think about it. Your father is the chief's suspect. We cloned his cellular. The evidence is there, there is no point in begging" Stu says as he gets closer, " what if your father snapped? your mom's anniversary set him off and he went on a murder spree killing everyone" Billy continues, "except for me, Y/n, and Billy... we were left for dead" Stu says holding another knife in his hands, "and then he saw the poor bastard that his wife cheated with, kidnapped him, kill him and you. Then shoots himself in the head. The perfect ending" you said as Billy places the gun on your hands and gets behind you, "see you in hell bastard" you said as you shoot your dad dead, "you looked so hot baby, it's making me really hard" Billy said spinning you around so he could face you, "if we didn't have matters to attend I would let you fuck me right now daddy" you said and he lowered his hands to grope your ass as both started to make out heavily, "don't want to be a cockblock 'cause I would love to watch that, but I think we have other things to do" Stu said making both stop and Billy looked really pissed clenching his fist and jaw making Stu raise his hands in defense.

You let go of Billy and he takes the gun setting it down on the table near the foyer. While you decided to look for the landline to make the desperate call for help as Billy moves to Sidney's dad, "grab the gun, I'll untie pops" he said to Stu, "where'd you put it?" Stu said searching the foyer for the gun, "it's on the table" Billy says, "no it's not" Stu answered as Billy hobbles over. The gun is gone. "Where the fuck is it?" Billy says, "Right here asshole" Gale Weather said and Billy and Stu look up at the same time to find her standing at the front doorway, gun in hand and she looked a mess, "I thought she was dead," Billy said to Stu, "she looked dead. Still does" Stu answered while Gale holds the gun firm in total control, "I've got an ending for you. The reporter left for dead in the news van comes to, stumble upon two dipshits, finds the gun, fumbles your plan, and saves the day" Gale says not paying attention, but Billy notices a familiar figure stepping behind Gale, " I don't like that ending tho" you said stabbing her twice on her side making her drop the gun to hold her side as her knees gave out, "you?" she said as she drops completely to the floor and tries to reach for the gun but you ste on her hand allowing Billy to grab the gun, "cool move" Stu said making you smile, "let's finish it all" you said stepping away from Gale and holding your hand out for the gun and then shooting Gale in the head, "this time I'm making sure she's dead" you said turning to Stu and then moving to Sidney's dad who looks like he has given up.

Taking out the gag from Sidney's dad allowed him to talk, "Why are you doing this?" he asked as he hadn't heard the whole speech given previously, " I'm getting tired of people asking the same stupid question, but I'll indulge you since is your last request. Everything happened since you couldn't keep the bitch of your wife off others man's dicks" you said handing the gun to Billy as Stu left the room, "good night pops" Billy said and shot him in the head and then placed the gun on her dads after cleaning it.

You pressed the phone to your ear, "911, What's your emergency?" they asked and you started to act, "PLEASE! HELP! HELP! THE KILLER IS HERE I SAW HIM STAB MY FRIENDS, PLEASE SEND SOMEONE I'M BEGGING YOU!" you said both Billy and Stu chuckling at your acting, "we are sending help right now sweety, everything is going to be okay. Just calm down" the operator said as she heard you cry, "can you find a safe spot?" she asked, "I'm...I'm gonna try," you said sounding scared, "can you take the phone with you?" she asked, "yes. I'm trying to go to a safe spot....OH GOD NO! THERE IS SO MUCH BLOOD!" you said sounding scared and fake sobbing, " listen to my voice sweety and continue walking alright. You are going to be okay" she said trying to calm you but she didn't know that you were acting. You started screaming for help as Billy got behind you grabbing the phone and dropping it, "NO PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! " you said with terror as Billy couldn't keep his hands to himself and pulled the voice changer, "SO TELL ME WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE?" he said and you started to scream and then he stepped on the phone disconnecting the call. "and the Oscar goes to... Y/n" Stu said clapping his hands as you rolled your eyes.

"okay let's figure out who stabs who?" you said walking near the guys, "wait! you should do it! no offense Billy but she knows where to" Stu said as he handed you the knife, "I'll  guide him Stu, and either way they are on their way" You said causing Billy and Stu to both eyed each other as you stood behind Billy putting the knife on his hands, "ready?" Billy said looking at Stu, "Yeah..." Billy pulls the knife back and brings it forward quickly with your hand guiding his movements slicing into Stu. He stumbles to his knees, wincing in pain. "Jesus..." Stu says as blood gushes, real blood, a dark, deep red. Stu inspects the wound to his side then he smiles, "good one" he said as Billy slashes at Stu's arm, two quick cuts making him double over, when Billy was going to slice him again Stu stopped him, "That's it, Billy. I can't take it anymore. I'm feeling woozy". You took the knife from him and looked at Stu who looked in major pain as he staggers a bit to get away, a couple of seconds later you hear him drop to the floor. "come on baby just do it. I trust you" Billy said standing in front of you, " I love you baby" he said placing his hand on your right cheek making you looked at him with surprise. It was the first time he told you that he loved you and it was the worst moment, " I love you too" you said as you pushed the knife into him and pull it quickly puncturing him and he doubles over, "Jesus... fuck that hurt" He said and you looked at him worried, "I'm fine don't worry" he said squelching the pain, " I'm ready" you said ready for him to stab you just like he did to Stu. Billy with the knife now in his hands placed it directly where you told him, he leaned down to kiss you as the knife pierced your skin and took it out quickly. "I think you went a little too deep Billy," you said as your blood gushed out faster than theirs, "Fuck! I'm sorry," he said and you saw the panic in his eyes as your knees started to give out. "is fine I can hear the ambulance I'll be okay, baby," you said as he slowly put you down and then he lay on the floor a few steps away from you as everything went black.

~TIME LATER~

Beep, beep, beep was all you heard, slowly you opened your eyes and saw someone with their head resting on their crossed arms that were placed on your bed, “Billy?” you said with a raspy voice making him look up and smile, “hey sleepy head” he said as he got closer to you and kissed your forehead. As he got back into place he winced, “I'm okay” he said as he saw the look of worry in your eyes, “how long was I out?” you asked and he grabbed your hand, “for a week, they said that you lost a lot of blood” he said feeling guilty since he was the one that stabbed you and went too deep.

Before you could say anything else a Doctor walk in, “I see you woke up Ms.Y/L/N. And Loomis you are here again still” the doctor said making you look at Billy, “I couldn’t leave my girl alone Doc” he answer making you smile, “Well that’s sweet of you, but right now I have to talk with Ms.Y/L/N about her condition” the Doctor said and Billy started to get up to leave but you held his hand tighter, “he can hear” you said and the Doctor nodded, “okay, that’s good with me... So the stabbing didn’t hit any vital organs by just an inch, you lost a significant amount of blood but we were able to stabilize you and save both your’s and the fetus's life” he said and you had to do a double take just as Billy, “what?” you said as you felt Billy’s hand turned into a fist, “yes, you are pregnant about 8 weeks pregnant” he said you just starred at him in shock, “I'll let you process everything” the Doctor said as he walked away and tears started to run down your cheek, Billy raised up and walked away and started to throw stuff to the floor making you cry harder, “I’m sorry Billy, I’m sorry” you said sobbing and he turned and rushed to your side grabbing your face kissing it, “no, no, no I should be the one saying that baby. I could’ve lost both of you that day” he said as actual tears rolled down his cheek, “The Billy Loomis is crying” you said and he gave you a look that made you shiver, “move to the side so I can cuddle my baby mama” he said making you smile.

There laying in the hands of Billy you felt that everything was gonna be alright and that the madness of both was completely gone or was it?

[starkeyletters]

•̩̩͙⁺𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 P1

Forbidden Masterlist | Part 1 |

Warnings - 18+, Mature theme, Drug & substance use, Violence, smut, mental illnesses, crime, etc.

Wordcount - 2,1K+

Pairing - 𝑅𝐴𝐹𝐸 𝐶𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑅𝑂𝑁 x 𝙁𝙀𝙈 𝙊𝘾 [Reader] | 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 [ 𝑎𝑢 ]

Summary - Supposed enemies. Forbidden to ever even think about dating eachother. But what will happen when they break that rule?

A/n - Another start to a story, I hope you like this one!!

It all started when Rafe came up to you and kie as you were picking up the drinks. Kie walked away before he even started talking. You, on the other hand, stayed. It wasn't like rfe treated you the way he did the rest of the pogues, but still, he didn't treat you the greatest. He told you, and I quote, 'Tell your boys, We know what they did.’ And with that he smiled, walking away as you did the same.

You were just as confused as kie was when you told the boys, you thought it was a joke, well, almost until you watched the fear being portrayed on both Jj’s, and Pope’s face. Its not like any of you let it ruin your night, the four of you just fucked around, trying to ignore the cold stares from all three of Rafe, Topper, and Kelces faces.

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That night.

“Hey, we're just gonna go take a leak,” Jj said, getting up from the seat, pope following. You and Kiara looked towards each other as you saw Jj dig into a bag. Putting a gun into the waistband of his shorts. “JJ!” Kiara shouted-whispered at the boy, you just sat there. 

Wonder why the hell you weren't surprised at the fact Jj brang a gun to a Family- might i add- movie night.

“Jj, why do you have a gun?” you did the same as kiara and whisper-shouted at the boy. He chose to ignore both you, and kiara. “Can Never be too safe!” He yelled over the crowd, running through it with pope, eventually disappearing behind the projector screen. 

Your suspicious raised high at the fact both rafe was bothering you about the two boys who just left with a gun, and the fact that they brang a gun.

You knew your suspicions as to what was about to begin were right as soon as you looked behind the crowd to no longer see any of the three Kooks standing where they had been. You know Kiara felt the same as the both of you exchanged looks of horror. Your stomach dropping.

Meanwhile The three kooks, and two pogues got into it  with each other behind the large projector screen. As you and kiara slowly approached all of them, yelling and grunting from the fighting was filling the air. 

“HEY!” Kiara yelled running into the middle of Five guys all tackling at one and other in pairs. “Guys stop!’ You also yelled, following behind kiara as she jumped on one of the boys back, Rafe pulling her off as you swung your arms at the other two, getting pushed to the ground. 

You watched from a distance of where your sore body sat on the ground, Kiara was taking a match to the projector. Lighting it on fire. There  was nothing you would do in that moment but watch in complete, utter shock at not only the action but the way it quickly became one big flame. 

Two of the three kooks were quick to flee the scene once the fire broke out, one, being rafe, was held back by Jj and pope. They had him on the ground. Pope held him down as Jjs hands were wrapped around his neck. Jj was choking him while cursing at him. You watched as you ran over to what was happening, Rafe trying to breath as his hands went up to try and pry Jjs off of his neck in despair.

Your eyes watered as you got over, trying to push Jj off, and once you almost had him off, kiara came and kicked him in th side. Jj ell over, letting go of rafes neck. He was coughing out blood. And a red outline of where JJ was choking him formed rather quickly.

You cried out, going up to his head and resting it in your arms, taking his hat and placing it next to you. His yellow shirt was quick to be filled with blood and you sobbed at the boy in your arms. “I-its okay rafe w-we just-” 

You watched jj, kiara, and pope all get up, screaming at eachother. The fire was still burning pretty bad, and you could hear a faint sound of sirens begin from a distance. “Y/N! Come on!” you heard pope yell as you shook your head, watching kiara scold jj as they were also quick to flee the scene. Pope gave up after about a minute, shaking his head as they all left you there. Which only made you sob harder.

You watched the boy in your arms head go back and fourth as he looked up at you in despair. You don't exactly know why you chose to stay that night, or what you were going to tell the cops when they showed up, but you were not going to leave this poor boy all alone like this.

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“I don't know! Maybe not choke him to the point where hes coughing up fucking blood!?” You yell back, at everyone, Your voice breaking mid-sentence, You were sat on the opposite couch towards the other five. Someone both Sarah and John B were brang into this mess. You were crying. But why? Why are you trying to defend Rafe Cameron?

“You’re only like this because hes your ‘friend’. Which a little reality check for you - He probably doesn't even like you. He's probably just using your gullible ass to get fucking information off of us! God, he probably has a fucking camera planted on you somewhere, or when you leave here you go to him and tell him every little detail of information we fucking got! That's all we have Y/N, All we have!” JJ yelled, you couldn't see anyones reaction to his outburst. He was supposed to be your best friend, why did he think so low of you? Why didn't he say something about how he was feeling sooner?

“JJ!” You heard Sarah scold, watching her get in his face through blurry tear filled eyes. Everyone else sat these, these mouths hung open from the remarks that were made by jj, the accusations. Everyone knew he went too far. Yet, The only one to act on it was sarah. You stood up, not being able to deal with anymore of whatever this was. You walked into your room at the chateau, slamming the door behind you, locking it, and falling onto your bed as loud sobs escaped from your mouth.

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A few hours had passed, it was the evening. Tonight was the bonfire, a Keg-stand get-together on the beach  that is annually held, one, if not multiple times a month. You calmed yourself down about an hour ago and got yourself ready for the bonfire. You weren't letting them ruin something else. Plus, you needed this. To get out of the house. And maybe this wasn't the brightest of ideas, but you wanted to see Rafe, You knew he would be these for you.

You drove to the bonfire in the twinkie with all of them. Earning looks of sympathy from Sarah, and surprisingly kie. You didn't speak to any of them. The looks from Jj said everything you needed to know. The others left you alone completely, at least they had some sort of decency.

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You stood up from your seat on a log, with your red empty solo cup in your hand that was recently filled with whatever beer from the keg. Walking back over to the keg to refill your cup. It was only your second drink, you were still sober. Once you had reached the stand, the guy serving the beer took your cup out of your hands and filled it. As you stood waiting for it to be refilled you completely zoned out, Until a hand landed on your shoulder. Wearing an awfully familiar gold ring, Causing you to turn towards the person.

“Hey,” You turned to see Rafe, Him saying hey softer than usual, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You couldn't feel anything but relief knowing it was him and not one of your so-called friends.

 

“Hi.” You replied, taking your beer from the guy as he finished filling it. “So I- uh see you're not with your friends- pogue friends.” He started to go on, you just helplessly nodded, taking a sip from your cup. “I'm a pogue too, asshole.” he laughed, “Yeah but you're different,” you rolled your eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Finally realized you're too good for them?” He ‘joked’ as the two of you began walking away from the stand.

“No, there just mad at me right now. And i'm mad at them. Well- not all of them, jj mainly.” You sighed, taking another sip from your cup. “Really? Why?” he asked, “uh-um. Because when you guys were fighting- at the movie, Well, i may’ve told them they went to far.” you gulped, looking at the still very visible red hand prints and line that circled his neck. “So, because you took my side?” he smirked at the thought of you defending him. “Mhm.” you grinned back at him. Not caring if the act seemed desperate.

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A couple hours after you first spoke to Rafe, the two of you had been sitting on a log around the bonfire. You had been quite tipsy. Rafe had stayed sober. Only having drank one glass of beer. You had spent the entire time with Rafe since you had gotten that beer and he joked with You to make you feel better, which worked. Just his presence supplied you with enough happiness. The pogues on the other hand, your friends, kept eyes on you the entire time. Giving you looks you simply chose to ignore.

“You cold, princess?” Rafe questioned you, watching your body shaking at the slightest, the cold night breeze was starting to fill the air.. Your hair moving just barely with the breeze off of the water. You nodded, snuggling further into his saide. He took off his grey jacket, which looked extremely comfortable, and put it on you. 

“I-I think i'm gonna go use the bathroom really quick-” You slurred, drunkenly, “Here I’ll help-” Rafe offered as he took you over to the porta potty bathrooms. He waited outside them as you used it.

Rafe turned as he felt the feeling of a hard smack to his shoulder, turning, he was met by an extremely drunk Jj. With pope not too far behind following.

“Hey man!” jj laughed loudly, ‘joking’ as he pushed onto rafes chest, causing him to stumble back a bit.  As You opened the door of the porta potty, you stood there for a moment, trying to realize what was happening. You couldn't process a thing. You were drunk. But what you could tell was that Jj was pissed, he was laughing as his eyes watered and tears streamed down his face. What could you say? It's not like he didn't deserve to feel that way.

Rafe was laughing, his tongue resting on the inside of his cheek. Oh, He knew what this was about, exactly what. “What is-” You slurred coming out of the porta potty. 

“R-Rafe?” you drunkenly slurred again, tumbling around. Not being able to walk straight if you were to even try. You looked at the two boys, confusing yourself as you couldn't make out which was which, your vision was horribly blurred. Your eyes shutting in an attempt to make out who they were.

And just before Rafe was able to grab you, to try and help you, you were quickly stumbling into another figure, Jjs figure. As pope pushed on Rafe. Making an attempt to knock him to the ground. 

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5.18.23

@ starkeyletters 2023

[vampiremediareview]

The Vampire Lovers

The Vampire Lovers is a 1970 horror film heavily based on the famous novel Carmilla. It was directed by Roy Ward Baker and starred Ingrid Pitt as Carmilla and Madeline Smith as Emma, our sort of stand in for Laura in this version.

The plot follows the typical storyline of Carmilla. A carriage crashes causes Carmilla to be taken in by Emma's family, whereupon she betwitches her into a love affair and she is quickly swept up with her. Carmilla is moody and seems to swing between emotions at the drop of a hat, meanwhile our gentle sweet Emma is growing fainter and fainter every day.

The main change that I noticed first is that Laura, the protagonist of the original book, dies within the first few minutes of the film and another girl takes her place. Something similar occurs between Laura and Bertha, though I'm not sure why this change was decided upon. Furthermore, their romance is a lot more explicit in this movie than in the book. The two kiss, explore each other's naked bodies and appear to have sex at one point.

The Standouts

Ingrid Pitt puts on a truly amazing performance as Carmilla. She's alluring and captivating to watch on screen. Everyone is fascinated by her- even the men in one of the opening scenes all crowd around her, amazed. She's often in these brightly colored blue and red dresses. It almost puts one in the mind of a poison dart frog in a way.

My Personal Take

As far as adaptations go, this one was quite lovely. The set design of Karnstein Castle is appropriately gothic and lux... The scenes that are meant to be scary do come across as such. They didn't spread themselves too thin or try to be too much at once like some other movies. They build an atmosphere of suspense, mystique, and horror interspersed between moments of eroticism between Carmilla and Emma.

It was difficult for me not to notice certain running themes, though they were minor. Obviously, there's the factor that this evil, bloodsucking creature bears a name that ends in -Stein, which is commonly used as a suffix of Jewish last names. Her hair also goes from light to dark when she becomes evil, something that is not my personal favorite trope in the world. Furthermore, Emma is weak and helpless to save herself, and has to be saved by a group of men from this...

A lot of these complaints are rather small in the long run, and not entirely the fault of the movie's creators as they were present in the book as well. It's just something that I like to consider when I'm thinking about a movie... "What do the vampires represent in this movie?" and Carmilla as a dark haired, foreign jewish demon isn't the best thing in the world.

Overall

Despite what I mentioned in the last section, I do highly recommend this movie. Even moreso than the previous one I covered. Though you may want to avoid watching it in public due to the aspects of nudity and sexuality. Let's face it, if you're on this blog, you're probably looking for problematic, evil vampires... If you like problematic, evil lesbian vampires then this is the movie for you. Definitely watch away!

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

This was something that I had been thinking about for quite a while and drew out at Program on Thursday and finished on Saturday morning at 6 AM.

It would've been done on a Friday night, but I got distracted by my little sister playing "Catherine: Full Body" after buying it, as well as going to the edit this several times in order to make it look good lol

That being said, this is what I would imagine what would happen if Medea got her own OVA as mentioned in this post I made 6 months ago: Link

It would play out like an episodic series similar to the "Stardust Crusaders OVAs" and "Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan", and it's all retold in flashbacks from the perspective of an older Medea in a similar vain to "Persona 5", hence why we have Part 6!Medea up there.

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Shortly after her daughter was framed and arrested for arson in 2011, Medea sought out the Speedwagon foundation for assistance, there the foundation's agents asked that she recount her experience with DIO and his gaggle of Stand users during her yearlong stay in Egypt.

She proceeds to tell them of what had happened in 1988 as requested, the following events took place a year before the events of "Stardust Crusaders".

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The story's genre is: Action, Supernatural, Drama, Horror, Crime, Tragedy, Psychological

Opening theme: "Suna no Wakusei" by Kenshi Yonezu feat. Hatsune Miku

Ending theme: "Drive" by The Cars

BTW that drawing of Midler is fanmade and was founded on Pinterest without a link to the artist, if anyone here knows who the artist is, please let me know so I can give proper credit. The other images are founded on Jojo Encyclopedia, and Medea King and Eris Raitt belong to me

[rotten-maddie]

The Passion Of Indie Horror.

And the money of mainstream.

Independent art refers to creative work produced outside mainstream or corporate systems, often characterized by the artist's complete control over the creative process. These artists typically self-fund, self-publish, or distribute their work without relying on major institutions or commercial backing.

Independent art thrives through various forms of creativity, from literature and visual arts to the intricacies of game development. Independent artists are driven by passion and dedication, often pouring immense effort into their work. Though they may not have access to mainstream platforms, their talent consistently finds its way to a loyal and supportive audience, who appreciate the unique perspectives they offer.

Today, I want to focus on the world of indie horror, whether expressed through writing, visual art, video production, or game development. Indie horror stands out as a unique and powerful genre, often exploring themes and ideas that mainstream horror tends to overlook. We'll be diving into the elements that make independent horror so compelling, from its creative freedom and raw storytelling to its ability to push boundaries, and why this genre deserves more recognition and a larger platform to be showcased.

Indie horror captures a unique and often more unsettling side of the genre. Unlike mainstream horror films that dominate the box office, indie horror thrives on creative storytelling and unexpected twists. This absence of commercial pressure allows for more daring and unconventional narratives, which is precisely what makes it stand out. Let me explain further.

- The Common Demand Plot

In mainstream horror, certain familiar plot structures tend to dominate—like the classic slasher or the eerie haunted house. These themes resonate with audiences and consistently perform well at the box office. When people think of horror, these are often the go-to narratives that come to mind, having become defining staples of the genre for avid moviegoers.

This sense of familiarity becomes comforting for horror fans, as they know what to expect from their favorite sub-genres. Many may not be eager to venture into unfamiliar territory, preferring to stick with the themes they love. Ultimately, what resonates with them depends heavily on the specific sub-genre they gravitate toward.

- Popular Sub-Genres

Some popular sub-genres of horror today include:

1. Psychological Horror – Focuses on the mental and emotional instability of characters, creating fear through psychological tension rather than gore. Films like Hereditary and The Babadook fall into this category.

2. Supernatural Horror – Revolves around ghosts, demons, or other paranormal entities, such as The Conjuring series or The Haunting of Hill House.

3. Slasher – Centers on a killer who stalks and murders a group of people, often with graphic violence. Classics like Halloween and modern revivals like Scream are prime examples.

4. Body Horror – Focuses on grotesque or abnormal transformations of the human body, seen in films like The Fly or The Human Centipede.

5. Folk Horror – Draws on rural, cultural, or pagan traditions, often highlighting the eerie side of folklore. Films like Midsommar and The Witch explore this.

6. Found Footage – Presented as if the events were recorded on handheld cameras or security footage. The Blair Witch Project and Paranormal Activity helped popularize this format.

7. Survival Horror – Characters are thrust into life-or-death situations, often facing creatures or apocalyptic scenarios, like in A Quiet Place or The Descent.

8. Monster Horror – Features creatures, often larger-than-life, like vampires, werewolves, or zombies. It and World War Z are notable examples.

- The Mainstream Virus (AKA Money Grab)

Not all movie producers are solely driven by profit; some are genuinely passionate about delivering exceptional, high-quality films. However, many within the industry prioritize financial success over creative risks. The focus often falls on adhering to proven formulas that guarantee a steady flow of revenue, rather than experimenting with new ideas that could potentially fail and impact profits. This approach is sometimes referred to as "mainstream money fighting," where the emphasis on financial security leads to a decline in the overall quality of the product.

1. Video Games: The gaming industry frequently sees rushed releases, often due to pressure from investors or deadlines. For instance, the release of Cyberpunk 2077 in 2020 was highly anticipated, but it launched with significant bugs and performance issues, especially on older consoles. The rush to release it in time for the holiday season led to backlash and damaged the game's reputation.

2. Film Franchises: Some movie franchises, particularly sequels, have been fast-tracked to capitalize on a popular trend or fan base, sometimes sacrificing the quality of the storyline. The Divergent Series and Fantastic Four (2015) are examples where rushed production led to disappointing box office results and poor critical reception.

3. Merchandise Tie-ins: Major blockbuster films or TV series sometimes prioritize creating merchandise to capitalize on a cultural moment, often leading to a lack of attention to quality. For example, toy lines for certain superhero movies or kids' films are sometimes developed before the final movie script is complete, resulting in poorly designed or inaccurate representations of characters.

4. Music Albums: Artists are sometimes pressured by labels to release albums quickly to meet marketing schedules or capitalize on trends. This can result in rushed production and less cohesive or polished albums. For example, some fans criticized Drake's Scorpion for being overly long and unfocused, suspecting that label demands contributed to its sprawling length.

The Difference In The Indies

Independent horror takes a different approach, offering audiences stories that break away from mainstream tropes, diving into unsettling, unconventional narratives. These projects often explore unique, daring concepts that traditional studios may shy away from, delivering chilling tales that linger in the mind long after the credits roll. With creative freedom at the forefront, independent horror carves out a distinct space, pushing boundaries and crafting fresh, unpredictable experiences.

Creative passion fuels every project, whether indie or mainstream, but the latter often struggles to deliver authenticity in original storytelling. In today’s horror media landscape, audiences are inundated with overused tropes, nonsensical sequels, and remakes that stray far from the essence of the originals. In contrast, independent horror consistently offers fresh perspectives and diverse interpretations of the genre. It showcases the work of passionate creators who genuinely care about horror, allowing for innovative narratives that explore deeper themes, unique characters, and unexpected twists. This dedication not only enriches the genre but also fosters a connection with audiences seeking something new and authentic.

Believe it or not, many independent horror projects have the potential to break into the mainstream, driven by passion and dedication. This commitment can pave the way for success, opening doors to wider audiences and greater recognition. However, even if a project doesn't achieve mainstream status, it remains special and influential for those who appreciate indie horror and the genre as a whole. The unique perspectives and innovative storytelling found in independent projects contribute significantly to the rich tapestry of horror media, ensuring that every effort has the power to resonate with audiences in meaningful ways.

Modern mainstream horror often relies on excessive gore, predictable jump scares, and clichéd tropes, leaving many viewers feeling frustrated and disengaged. In contrast, independent horror delves into realms that prioritize dread, atmosphere, and compelling storytelling, inviting audiences to explore new dimensions of fear. This focus on nuanced narratives and emotional depth creates a richer experience, transforming each film into a captivating journey. Independent horror embodies a fresh approach to the genre, proving that genuine creativity can evoke a profound sense of unease and leave a lasting impression.

In conclusion, it's essential to support indie horror artists and independent creators across all genres. Their work is fueled by genuine creativity and passion, qualities that resonate deeply with audiences. While anyone can possess creativity, it’s the passion behind independent projects that truly brings them to life. By championing indie artists and small businesses, you help foster a vibrant creative community that thrives on innovation and authenticity. Your support not only enriches the arts but also ensures that unique voices continue to be heard and celebrated.

[blametheeditor]

Voretober Day 19 | Takeout

Voretober Prompt List

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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?

What if that person is no longer entirely human?

CONTAINS SOFT VORE

Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore. Unwilling prey. Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone

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“Vincent?” 

Mike hugs the book Scott let him borrow as he sits in his bed, waiting for his brother to appear. It only takes a second before Vincent peers into his room. “What’s up, Mikey?” 

“I can’t sleep,” Mike murmurs.

Vincent hums. “Still too cold?” A head shake. “Miss your dad?” A shrug. “Nightmares?”

He hugs the book tighter when the right guess finally comes, looking down at the blankets wrapped around him. They’re definitely warm, but they’re not as warm as a giant, and if there isn’t a giant around then he can be grabbed by pirates again, and taken to Sara, and put inside a cold cage where anyone walking by can look at him. Because they thought he was a human, and humans can never grow, meaning they’ll never see their dad or brother ever again. 

Mike looks back up at Vincent to see his brother walked into the room and is offering a hug. One he immediately takes while keeping the book close, because he promised Scott he wouldn’t let his brother see any of the drawings. 

It’s still not warm enough. Even as Vincent scoops him up so he’s completely surrounded, it’s still too cold. 

“Same ones as yesterday?” Mike nods his head. “Anything I can do to help?” 

Mike meets amber eyes glowing in the darkness. “Can you grow?” 

“Here? I think we’d both upset Scotty if we broke everything.” 

“Not here,” Mike whispers as a smile starts to grow. “In the bigger area.” 

“Right, of course, why didn’t I think of that?” Vincent smirks. “We bringing the book with us, or leaving it here?” 

Mike narrows his eyes, trying to figure out if his brother is trying to trick him. He carefully leans over in order to put the book on the bed, watching to make sure it doesn’t get picked up. His concentration is broken when Vincent suddenly stands up, Mike softly shrieking as he’s tossed over a shoulder, left there as the tall human carries him out of the room. 

It gives him a clear view of the book in the same place he put it, as well as Scott’s open but empty doorway as they walk past it. He taps on Vincent’s back for attention. “Is Scott sleeping?” 

“Right now he is. He might wake up later to join us though.” 

Mike watches them pass by the hallway and then the kitchen. When Vincent walks through the door into the bigger section, he doesn’t help the younger down and instead silently kneels. Knowing what his brother’s about to do, he curls up as much as possible, squealing in delight as the ground suddenly disappears as he feels gravity trying to throw him off the shoulder. 

When everything stops, Mike quickly stands up even as the shoulder beneath him moves, watching the giant carefully fold himself until he leans against the wall next to the doorway. 

He shoves at Vincent’s neck for attention. “You should show Scott that trick!” 

“Oh Scotty would hate that trick,” his brother says. “He already hates the shoulder because there’s no handholds, he’d hate it even more at the thought of falling off while I grew.” 

Mike slumps into his brother’s neck. “You think he’d let you if I was waiting to catch him?” 

The shoulder jumps in a laugh. “Maybe, we can definitely ask him.” 

“Okay,” Mike grins, curling up against the giant happily. Lets his eyes close as he listens to Vincent’s thunderous heartbeat. 

Except it’s not right. Something’s missing. He doesn’t know what, though, because it feels like he’s been wrapped in a hundred blankets, and Vincent’s humming shakes him to his core, but it’s not all encompassing. He can still be grabbed and taken somewhere no one will ever find him this time. 

Mike gasp when he realizes what’s wrong, turning to shove at the neck he leans against for attention. “Vincent, can you store me?” 

The giant’s head tilts to try and see his face. “Store you?” 

“Please?” Mike asks. “It’s cold and I’m...I’m worried someone’s going to grab me.” 

Something he never thought he would ever be scared about. No one dares try to challenge a Colossian, and taking a child who can’t shift yet is grounds to be dealt with however their family or caretaker sees fit, and it never ends well for the perpetrator. 

But it was Mike’s fault for not saying the assumption he was a false Colossian wasn’t right. He just didn’t want to be taken back to his dad, who would’ve been furious with him and would never let him out of sight again, and that meant he never would’ve seen Vincent again. But then he ended up in a cage without his dad or brother knowing where he went. Started loosing hope they’d never find him after a month passed. 

Vincent did, though. Said he was sorry for how long he took. That his promise to always keep Mike safe will never be broken, even if he doesn’t take orders from Mike’s dad anymore. 

It wasn’t his fault Mike was in trouble, though, it was the younger’s own. He should’ve stuck to the original plan of meeting Vincent once he was old enough to shift. 

He didn’t notice a hand was reaching for him until fingers curl around him. Mike’s then lifted up in front of a smile big enough to hold him inside. “You only ever have to ask.” 

Mike squeals in joy as he’s then lifted higher as Vincent tilts his head back, opening his mouth directly below dangling legs. Ones that kick in excitement as warm breath washes over him until they’re too close to accidentally kick a tooth. Once Mike’s past the glistening teeth, the fingers then carefully drop him, making him land on the tongue with a soft ‘oof’. But any attempt to sit up is stopped as he’s lifted up and pinned to the roof of the mouth. 

Instead of fighting to try and reach what little light he can see to make a game out of it, Mike goes limp as he’s coated in saliva, already feeling a lot safer. He can fall asleep right now, let Vincent talk around him if he was right about hearing Scott’s voice. But he’s not kept there for long, getting pulled deeper into the mouth once it’s deemed he won’t hurt the giant’s throat. 

Vincent then swallows the small form, looking down to meet Scott’s fearful expression. 

He expects his best friend to run back to his room before the giant can even think about grabbing him once he realizes he’s been spotted. It’s a surprise when, after jumping, he takes a single step through the doorway. 

“He, uh, a-asked you to eat him?” 

The purple man can’t help a small smile at Scott’s uncertainty. “He did.” 

“Oh,” Scott murmurs. “He likes being eaten?” 

“You won’t find a Colossian who doesn’t find it comforting,” Vincent muses as he wraps an arm around his abdomen, fingers gently pushing against the minuscule shoves he can feel from his stomach, a silent confirmation he knows Mike has been safely stored with no issues. “Truthfully I don’t understand the appeal, but it helps keep the nightmares away for him. And being the storer certainly has its benefits.” 

Rather than stopping the conversation there, the absolutely minuscule figure he wants to do nothing more than to hold takes another step forward. “L-Like what?” 

Was it him who made Scott this strong, or did his best friend have to claw and kick his way there because the person who was supposed to support him wasn’t there? 

What else does he need to ask forgiveness for? He’s already made so many mistakes since bringing Scott to space. Already has broken the trust of the person he cares most about. And he will do it again, because they have barely tipped the iceberg of what he has done and will need to do. He’s already so far behind in earning redemption, 6 years to be exact. 

It would be easier to tell Scott everything. But Vincent knows there’s a line he can’t cross. Because as kind as Scott is, he won’t be able to deny the fact that Vincent is a monster forever. And telling him everything would turn that day to this one. 

No, he’d rather be selfish. Hold Scott close for as long as possible. 

“It means I know you’re safe. That nothing and no one can ever touch you.” 

“...any downsides?” 

A shiver runs down Vincent’s spine. “I’ll never get used to the feeling of swallowing something alive.” 

Scott winces. “Right, yeah. That, uh, must be weird.” 

The giant snorts. “So what brings you out here?” 

“He's not the only ones with nightmares,” the tiny figure says. 

Vincent hums. “Want to talk about it?” 

He knows what they’re about, had the same ones when he was first stored. Except it wasn’t someone he trusted more than anyone else who caused such horrifying nightmares that would have him jolting awake in terror, unsure if the waking world was any better. 

He sees it, the moment of fear flashing across Scott’s face. But then the impossibly fragile shoulders slump and the tiny figure is walking toward him. His eyebrows raise from surprise that despite having swallowed Mike only a few minutes ago, his company is wanted above all else. 

He doesn’t offer a hand, though he wants to sweep up the determined figure. Hold the tiny Scott he’ll never get tired of interacting with. Pocket it even though he’ll get an earful for it. 

But his instinct to grab is held back by curiosity. Without anything hindering his path, Vincent is rewarded with a Scott walking up to the side of his outstretched leg, turning around before sitting on the ground to use it as a backrest. 

Fuck that’s adorable. 

“No,” Scott says as he crosses his arms before closing his eyes. “I want you to not move while I fall asleep right here.” 

A smile slowly spreads across his face. “I can do that.” 

“And I better not wake up in a pocket.” 

“No promises.”