#me with wake up vs me with zombies

[misto713]

crossover idea: scumbag system vs. anastasia

SQQ successfully completed his 'suicide', LBH is devastated and clutching his corpse, SQQ makes his 'escape' into the growing mushroom body... except SQH made a liiiitle mistake:

SQQ's new body didn't take 5 years to grow, no no. It only took like a month. But, maybe due to the rush, maybe due to the fertiliser, maybe because SQQ blew up his own golden core right before his 'death'...

SQQ lost his memories during the soul transfer.

So now Shen Yuan, a freshly deceased 20-something with no System found himself in the world of his most (loved)hated novel as some random NPC. After all, not like he could recognize his new face (face being a mix of SY and SQQ), neither does he have a not-so-friendly eldritch abomination / System in his head to tell him who he is. And upon first waking, he has crawled out of soil like some knock-off zombie with no personal belongings so no hints there either.

Shen Yuan assumes he's some random rogue cultivator and starts to make a life for himself.

Meanwhile...

Luo Binghe is slowly going crazy, losing himself to his mourning, as his underlings get more and more frantic because Sad Binghe has a tendency to spread his 'sadness' around and makes the demons bloody feel his displeasure, when Sha Hualing gets a wonderful, bright idea:

If her boss misses his Shizun so much, why don't they try to find a replacement for him? One that looks just like the dearly departed old man. Oops, that didn't work. But that's ok, let's find someone who looks and acts like the Lord of Qing Jing Peak.

Discount SQQ: "Binghe, it's me! Shen Qingqiu!"

Sha Hualing & Mobei-Jun: "..."

And then?

Then they stumble across unsuspecting SY who wandered into the demonic planes in search of fun(dangerous) critters whose sketch and description he can add to his growing bestiary.

And man, this guy might not look exactly like Shen Qingqiu, but he acts like him. So much that even even they start to sort of believe it might be his weird reincarnation or something. Even the family name is the same!

They have to bring this guy to Emperor Luo. Maybe this guy won't get killed on spot and their boss will freaking chill for a minute.

Cue Shang Qinghua nervously biting his nails in the background and wondering why his Bro doesn't recognize him, or anyone else.

Luo Binghe, after exchanging three sentences with 'discount sqq', doesn't quite believe it's his (amnesiac) Shizun, but decides to keep him around anyway as he rides hard on nostalgia train. He can always use this guy as a teething toy and body pillow as he waits for a hint on how to get to the Holy Mausoleum to resurrect his real Shizun.

And Shen Yuan? Wonders what sort of fresh hell this is and whether he fell into some weird PIDW fanfic instead of the original because why is the blackened protagonist hugging the scum villain's corpse and why tf is he gay??

[holylulusworld]

Parallel Worlds (1) - Kinktober 24

Summary: You end up in a different world. It’s not that bad, though.

Pairing: Negan Smith (TWD) x fem!Reader x John Winchester (SPN)

Warnings: language, threats, angry Negan, daddy kink (lightly implied)

Trope: Daddy kink

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Fuck, fuck. Fuckity fuck. That’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you open your eyes. You’re not in Kansas anymore, that’s for sure.

You sit up, aiming your gun at the man towering over you. “Negan? What happened to your beard, and where’s Lucille?” You look the man up and down. He looks like Negan, but there’s something in his eyes telling you he’s not your leader.

Last night you went to sleep with a machete hidden under your backpack and your gun in your hand. Negan and you got cornered by too many walkers and had to hide in an old house. At least it was safe in the attic. Now you’re lying on a soft mattress, and a stranger stole your leader’s face.

“Whoa, calm down, doll!” His voice is different too. The man raises his hands in surrender, indicating that this is not Negan. “I found you in the woods, alone and barely conscious.”

“I went to sleep in a house, not the woods,” you growl at the man and scramble away the moment he steps closer. “Whoa, stay over there, buddy. I didn’t invite you over.”

“Lady, I’m not trying to hurt you,” the man huffs. “I’m John,” he touches his chest. “John Winchester. What’s your name?”

“Y/N?” You look around the room, frowning as it’s too clean. It even smells cleaner. “Where am I? What happened to Negan? Did you hurt him?”

“Who is Negan?” John frowns deeply. If you didn’t hit your head, he may have overlooked another person in need. “Fuck,” he curses. “Okay, what does your friend look like? Was he with you all the time?”

You snort at the thought of Negan being a friend. “Negan is not my friend. He’s…the leader.” You shrug. “If he says jump, you simply ask how high.”

“Leader?” John still doesn’t understand how you ended up in the woods surrounding the bunker or why you look at him like you saw a ghost.

“Yeah, the leader,” you huff. “It seems you got yourself a safe place too. Our safe place is called the Sanctuary. You must’ve heard of Negan and the Sanctuary. Everyone does know his name.”

“No, I haven’t heard of a guy named Negan or a place called Sanctuary.” John’s features soften at your confused look. “Okay, listen. You should stay here. I’ll get you some food and go back outside to look for your friend—I mean, leader. It’s dangerous out there.”

“You are telling me.” You roll your eyes. “Of course, it’s fucking dangerous out there with all the zombies roaming the area. We barely made it out alive this time. The walkers outnumbered us.”

“Zombies? Walkers?” John seems to be confused. That he never heard of Negan is possible if he was hiding at this safe place for a long time. But he should know what a zombie is, right? “Did you hit your head?”

“Dude, zombies are out there eating people alive!” You throw your hands up and froan. “Did you hit your head? What’s wrong with you? How did you get me out of the house without waking me? What did you do to Negan?”

“Where’s the fire, Dad?” A guy pokes his head into the room. He’s younger and a little cockier than John. He steps inside the room to look you up and down. “Oh, our sleeping beauty finally woke up?”

“Who are you? Where is Negan?" You aim your gun at the new arrival. “What did you do to him? How did you bring me here?”

“A crazy one, huh? You can pick them, sir,” the guy grins at you. “How about you calm down first, sweetheart?”

He takes a step toward you, only to freeze when you unlock your gun. “Whoa, I come in peace. I didn’t do a thing to the guy you mentioned. We found you out in the woods all by yourself.”

“I don’t believe you!”

“Hey, what’s going on?” A third guy enters the room—a freaking tall sasquatch. Great, now you are being corned by three kidnappers who want to do what God knows to you and your cute ass. “Oh, she woke.”

“I’m going to ask you one last time.” You aim your gun at the tallest of them. “Where is Negan?”

“Sweetheart, we don’t know a guy named Negan. You were alone in the woods—I already told you so.”

“This can’t be,” you snarl at the cocky one. “Negan is a bastard, but he’d never leave me behind for the walkers to chew on!”

“Walkers?” The tallest guy frowns deeply. “What are walkers? Maybe a creature we haven’t met yet?”

“Hello, wake up, dude!” You wave your gun. “Out there, a zombie apocalypse is going on. Walkers roam the world, and you waste my time here with talking. I must find NEGAN!”

“Zombies?” The cocky one’s eyes widen. He grins from ear to ear and claps his hands. “I knew it, and I’m prepared! See, Sammy.” He looks at the tallest guy. “I told you my bite-proof clothes will pay out.”

You shake your head. These guys must’ve lost their minds. How can they not know about the walkers and that the world is in ruins? “I’ll leave this place now to find Negan.”

“Wait! Wait up, sweetheart!” They watch you storm out of the room. “Let me come with you!”

“Sam, Dean,” John stops his sons from following you. “I want you to stay here. If something happened while we were on a hunt, we should be careful. Sam, search the internet. Dean, check on our armory. We need to be prepared!”

“Wait! Do you want my bite-proof jacket?” Dean grins as his father shakes his head. “You’ll regret it if you come back with only one brain cell!”

“Wait,” John sighs as you manage to slip out of the bunker. You stand outside, gasping when a car drives by. The kids in the backseat giggle, and the parents sing a song to entertain them.

“This can’t be real,” you murmur. The air is clean, and there is no sign of destruction. Not hours ago, you fought your way through the undead, and now none of them seems to be around. “Where are they? What happened?”

“I don’t know where you are from,” John says and places his hand on your shoulder. “I know you must’ve been through a lot. You’re not a hunter like us, but you’re skilled and strong. I believe that you’re not from our world.”

You snort. “That’s crazy. I mean, a few hours ago I believed the zombies wanting to eat me alive were the craziest thing I ever encountered.”

“We still must find your friend,” he says. “If you want me to, I’ll come with you. Let’s start where I found you. I was so worried about you that I possibly overlooked a trace.”

Looking around the woods, you feel tears well up in your eyes. There are birds and a rabbit hiding behind a tree. Even the atmosphere is different from your world.

Is it possible you died, and this is heaven? Maybe John is your leader’s reincarnation. A nicer version, not threatening to split your skull with a baseball if you breathe wrong.

“Hmm…not much to see,” John crouches down to look at the spot where he found you. “No footsteps, or blood.”

You step closer to look around the area. There’s no trace of Negan. “I don’t understand any of this. How did I come here?”

“I don’t know,” John says as he gets back up. He places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. “But I’m not sorry that you’re here, safe with me.”

“You’re definitely not Negan,” you sniffle.

“Good.” He wraps his arms around you to soothe you, and well, feel you up a little. He’s a man after all and can’t deny you woke his interest.

“What the fuck do you think are you doing there? Get your fucking hands off my piece of ass!” You freeze as a familiar voice ruins the moment of peace. “I leave you out of sight for a second, and you get all cozy with this cumball!”

John carefully lets go of you. He watches Negan storm toward you while swinging Lucille.

“Negan, I assume?” He asks, smirking as the guy in front of him looks like him. John knows now why you looked like you saw a ghost earlier.

“The one and only,” Negan snarls at John. “Now, if you’d take your dirty hands off my ass, I don’t have to split your skull. I give you five seconds to step away from her, fuckwad!”

“Daddy please don’t hurt him,” you whimper. “John saved me…”

“Daddy?” John dips his head to glance at you. “He’s your dad, doll?”

“Ewww…no!” You scrunch up your nose. “He’s my…” you don’t get to answer because Negan storms toward you and John.

“Sick fuck!” Negan swings his bat. “Get away from my girl!”

Part 2

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[best-overplayed-song]

Best Overplayed Song Bracket (part two) - round one

full playlist here

side A

dreams (fleetwood mac) vs here comes the sun

yesterday vs the sound of silence

old town road vs jolene

it’s tricky vs low

despacito vs smooth

some nights vs take me to church

stolen dance vs cigarette daydreams

every breath you take vs billie jean

tiny dancer vs hey jude

what’s up? vs dreams (the cranberries)

drops of jupiter vs over my head (cable car)

wake me up when september ends vs wonderwall

welcome to the black parade vs all the small things

somebody to love vs killer queen

californication vs santeria

escape (the pina colada song) vs margaritaville

roxanne vs brown eyed girl

sweet home alabama vs free fallin’

edge of seventeen vs you spin me round

american pie vs life is a highway

freebird vs stairway to heaven

everybody wants to rule the world vs don’t fear the reaper

we didn’t start the fire vs don’t stop me now

stacy’s mom vs we built this city

the chain vs we will rock you

immigrant song vs seven nation army

the final countdown vs eye of the tiger

sweet child o’ mine vs highway to hell

livin’ on a prayer vs i love rock n’ roll

one way or another vs zombie

side B

bubbly vs unwritten

careless whisper vs time after time

dancing queen vs september

everywhere vs little lies

get lucky vs boom, boom, boom, boom!!

hey, soul sister vs best day of my life

a thousand miles vs i’m like a bird

i want it that way vs oops!... i did it again

bad romance vs toxic

wake me up vs stronger (what doesn’t kill you)

before he cheats vs love song

firework vs born this way

i write sins not tragedies vs dynamite

poker face vs tik tok

tongue tied vs truth hurts

payphone vs fireflies

just dance vs ...baby one more time

like a prayer vs running up that hill

sugar, we’re goin’ down vs dog days are over

rolling in the deep vs ironic

pompeii vs centuries

thnks fr th mmrs vs ain’t it fun

love shack vs video killed the radio star

mr. blue sky vs hooked on a feeling

viva la vida vs paradise

total eclipse of the heart vs in the air tonight

feel it still vs pumped up kicks

YMCA vs 867-5309/jenny

blinding lights vs take on me

africa vs more than a feeling

View previous bracket here

[the-kr8tor]

Thank you for voting for the name Octobie! Now for the themes! I've combed through every single suggestion you gave me and categorised all of them into 12 themes.

So what I'm gonna do is post the 12 (right here) and from that 12 the 5 most top voted will move up for another poll until the top 3 wins! (Reasons/ and where I got the themes from your suggestions are listed below the poll/cut. W/ brief descriptions also)

Note: Theme names aren't finalized but the meanings will still be the same. (They'll have a cooler name once they get picked!)

Wondering why there will only be three themes? Well the third week theme is called wild card where anything goes! So if your chosen theme doesn't win you can always wait for the third week of octobie to come around and you can do whatever you want in that week as long as Hobie's in it!

Fantasy— fairy! Hobie, Dragon tamer! Hobie/Dragon rider! Hobie, Mythical creature, Sailor/Pirate! Hobie x deity! R, Time-looped historian! Hobie, fae, Mermaid. (Literally anything to do with the fantasy genre)

Halloween- Cloak Hobie, Witch R & familiar! Hobie, Witch! R and demon! Hobie, accidental summoning, pumpkin, Demon! Hobie and angel! R, death reaper! Hobie and target! R, vampire! R and human Hobie, serial killer! Hobie and detective! R, zombie! Hobie, pirates, thriller! Hobie, (anything spooky or scary!)

Eras swap/ through the decades- Modern! Hobie x 1970s! r, modern au, 1800s, different au Hobies meet and different au readers meet, aged up meet cute (they meet in their 60s), decades, (time is the main gist of it, whether it's hobie through the years or some decade specific scenario)

Music- guitar, record play, music lessons, backstage, concerts, rival bands/musicians, band practice, battle of the bands, (anything that has to do with music!)

Comfort- stray cats, nicknames, arts and crafts, london tings, hate the am (mornings), flowers, cats, snow, cozy/chilling at home, library, favourite au/trope, cottage core, (anything that wakes the butterflies in your stomach or makes you feel the ooeygoeey feeling fluff!)

Anarchy- ACAB, battle vests, protest, punk. (Anything that Hobie would be proud of doing)

Slice of life/ family life- swing date, the twins, first dance, just cozy things, cozy/chilling at home, morning/nighy routine, handsy, date day/night, meet cute, sick day, childhood friends. (Cozy or family related!)

Crossover- villains and/Vs heroes, magical girl! Hobie, tokyo ghoul au, DC Crossover, Hobie meeting batman, android! Hobie and human r, baldur's gate 3 au, hobie and mutant x-men! R, hobie and deadpool!, deadpool! Hobie, gambit! Hobie, ghost rider! hobie, spy family au, nightcrawler! Hobie (whether it's a video game, anime or a different genre of comic, that goes here!)

Medieval- royalty, royal! R and rebel! Hobie, (anything that makes you sing the game of thrones opening lol)

Villain au- black cat! Hobie, deadpool! Hobie, mystique! Hobie, prowler! Hobie x villain! r (evil! Hobie? Evil! Hobie! Or any au pertaining to villainy!)

Movie mashup- scream killer! Hobie and caller! R, freaky friday/body swap, rom-com, will they/won't they?, swan lake au, mad hatter! Hobie, phantom of the opera au, the greatest showman au, avatar au, (general movie au or theatre au)

Runway ready- patches, runway, hair, piercings, braids, dress up/ fashion show, draw in your style. (Fashun!)

[sixteenth-days]

i adored the eldritch cleo and voidwalker pearl ficlets so maybe… mayhaps.. eldritch pearl please?

(beware, mild rambling follows) it’s fascinating to see what elements of common characterization people keep vs get rid of when doing this fanon swap, and it’s making me reconsider how much of my perception has been filtered by these almost omnipresent ideas of species matched so closely to certain hermits. but i think it’s neat too, to see how cleo almost always retains some aspect of being a zombie, for example. x tends to keep his armour. it’s just. fascinating as… maybe a fandom study, in the vein of character studies. i adore all of this so much. also it’s wonderful to see how people are exploring the prompts!

At any given time, most of Pearl is not here. At least ninety percent, if she had to put a number on it, though she doesn't really like to do that, because it always feels strange, doesn't it, to try to quantify what she knows innately is not quantifiable.

The numbers aren't important. What's important is: most of Pearl isn't here. It's somewhere else.

"Okay, but where?" Gem says slowly. She's looking at Pearl like if she just stares hard enough, and tilts her head just right, she might be able to see the rest of her hiding behind her narrow shoulders and long neck. Pearl doesn't fault her- Gem, she's learning, has a tendency to map out threats, a habitual leeriness of predators- but she doesn't think she's going to get anywhere with it.

Pearl shrugs, looks up at the sky. "Up there, maybe? Or..." she kicks at the dirt, thinks of the hole that goes miles and miles down to bedrock. "Under there. Or both? I'm not really sure."

What Pearl is trying to explain to Gem is that sometimes, when she blinks, she loses track of herself.

The sensations of the world, as soon as they're not pressing up insistently against her mind and orienting her in space, are gone as if they never were. Sometimes she closes her eyes and forgets to open them again, because when the life and sound of the world fade from her mind it's the only time she can remember everything else, all the vastnesses of her true body and the comfortable blackness of its habitat.

One time Mumbo found her like that, standing at the edge of the Boatem Hole and humming to herself, right at the lip of the swallowing nothing that feels like home.

"It's like sleepwalking," Pearl says, finally. "No harm in it. Just a little scare sometimes."

"But that sounds dangerous," Gem says, brow furrowed. "What if something happened?"

Pearl waves it off. "I'm not worried about it," she says. "Someone always wakes me up before long."

Above, in the sky, the moon hangs.

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi there, I hope your day is going well! I have a question regarding the race of a character I'm hoping to use in a story I'm making, and would love to get your insights.

The story is a post-nuclear-fallout setting following two characters who are researching a cure for aggressive radiation poisoning and fighting the will of a malevolent and sentient slime-mold.  The characters dont have official names yet so I'll nickname them as Vessel and Scientist, and I'd like to focus on Vessel for this question specifically. 

Vessel is a Black woman who was originally working as a scientist on a team tasked with experimentation on slime mold growing in radiated zones, which became sentient during her time working on it. She was ordered to kill it and was unsuccessful, and as a result died on-site. Her death was downplayed to keep the lab running, and she wakes up post-mortem very much not in the same zip code or in the same time. (The reason her nickname is Vessel is because the slime mold she attempted to kill resurrects her and is using her to try and return to the lab it's from to rejoin the mother culture (the slime mold is like a combo of the aliens from the movies Life(2017) and Venom(2018))).

The story itself is dealing with some themes like the exploitation of marginalized groups by wealthy militaristic powers, the idolization of western sciences and the consequences of doing so, destruction of the land for profit, the struggle of individual vs collective (man vs man), and the challenge of building community. Based on these themes and the setting, I'm drawn more-so to portraying BIPOC as my protagonists, as opposed to white characters, because BIPOC have largely been the driving force of any dramatic and radical change in our present society, and I'd like to spotlight them in my work as protagonists and not just Important Side Characters. 

THE REASON I'm hesitant to commit to Vessel being Black has three branches,

1) the plot line i've designed would deal very heavily with depersonalization, the state-sanctioned poisoning and death of a Black woman, being used by a force beyond the characters will, and the internal/external struggle of essentially fighting yourself to maintain control of your Self/Body; 

2) I'm not a Black person, and the plot for this character would deal with a lot of very heavy stuff that Black people experience every day, 

3) and it feels very thematically/contextually similar to Haitian Zombi's, which I've been researching since seeing your responses discussing them compared to western zombies, which makes me hesitant to explore if it's getting into territory I shouldn't be interacting with, y'know? (The concept for this story was initially 'radiation zombies', so that's the background I'm pulling from as I'm making the story.)

I think she's a compelling character, intelligent, brave, resilient beyond belief (with a love interest in the Scientist as the story progresses), but if my concepts for her are crossing boundaries and perpetuating stereotypes (like stoic Black woman, not allowed to be soft, etc) I'd rather have a second pair of knowledgable eyes look it over before I commit with my whole chest. 

I deeply appreciate any insights you may have, thank you for your time!

Hello! This does seem like a very intriguing story, and at least you caught where the problem points could be. So that's good!

I definitely say that if you want to get into symbolism similar to, but not OF, Haitian Zombis, you absolutely ABSOLUTELY need to do your research. Specifically on what things might be tied into closed practices, just so you know to avoid them. Research in general involving medical racism too, if you want to know how deep the rabbit hole gets with Black bodies and western experimentation, because there's plenty there too.

I would say since you sound aware of your intention and some of the concerns, go ahead, and I would highly, HIGHLY suggest a Black sensitivity reader. Someone needs to tell you if you've (literally) lost the plot, preferably before you release anything.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Scaredy-Shroom

Debut: Plants vs. Zombies

Here is Scaredy-Shroom! A very humble fellow, who I love very much. Scaredy-Shroom is scared, as you likely know. He is frightened, uncomfortable in the given situation. And as someone easily scared, I can relate to this! Especially when I was younger and even more easily scared! When I first heard about Plants vs. Zombies, I thought "Zombies? I don't want to see that!" and assumed it had to be a Scary Game. And now kids are growing up as Scary Freddy The Scare Bear fans. I would not have done well as an iPad Kid. BUT ANYWAY!

Scaredy-Shroom may be scared. But he is courageous! Arguably. I don't think he would be fighting zombies if he was not planted by the player. But he's here, and he does a good job, even if he is scared! I am proud of him. He has a low sun cost, respectable damage, and infinite range! He DOES cower under his cap if zombies are too close, but it is a small setback, and you owe it to him to keep him feeling safe, after all he's done for you!

While he does a good job at night, there is really no point to using Scaredy-Shroom during the day. He'll be asleep, so you'll need to use Coffee Bean to wake him up, and at that point you've spent as much as you would have on a Peashooter! And Peashooter does not cower and stop shooting at any point! I think this is okay, though. Scaredy-Schroom doesn't need to be a miracle worker. He is very stressed and needs his sleep. Look, his cap is even shaped like a pointed sleeping cap, a little! He is so cute.

Have you heard the news? It's part of why I'm making this post! Scaredy-Shroom was NOT in PvZ2 for a very long time, but just recently, after about 10 years, was added back! At first, I was hesitant about the slight redesign, specifically the cap. This is no longer a pointed hat, but instead has a jagged, seemingly broken bottom! I really do wonder if this was intentional, or a misinterpretation of the original design. Oh well! I have decided I like it, and looking kind of disheveled fits his character! He doesn't have arms to do it with, but it makes me think of him rubbing or picking at his cap when nervous, like I fiddle with my hair. He's just like me!

So? Was Scaredy-Shroom's big return worth the wait?

No, it was not! Scaredy-Shroom is, simply, just Not That Good. In the first game's night levels, he is good! He has his use and the game is built around that! But in 2, an unbalanced game with even more difficult zombies, as well as a steady stream of new and extremely powerful plants being added, he just does not have what it takes. They DID give him extra defense when hiding, but it's really not nearly enough. Indeed, Scaredy-Shroom in PvZ2 is not very good.

And I wouldn't have it any other way!

Like I've been saying, Scaredy-Shroom is, in the first game, useful in some levels, and nearly useless in others. He isn't SUPPOSED to be overpowered, or even strong! If he was, that wouldn't be Scaredy-Shroom! I can understand people being disappointed with his weakness in 2, but as someone who no longer plays it, I'm just happy to see him finally in a game again, and with a neat new design. Ideally, he would have been in the base game with campaign levels designed for his strengths, but it is too late for that.

In a way, it's good that he probably won't get used much. It gives him time to relax. I'll just let Scaredy-Shroom speak for himself here:

"How did I get talked into this? I wish I was at home."

[voxofthevoid]

hi! how are you,vox ? For the wip open season, it's gotta be number 29 for me. I love canon-divergence ideas.

I'm alright! Same old, same old. Hope life's being good on your end 💙

29. breakdown on the way down, honey

Canon divergence AU where Yuuji never eats the finger or becomes a sorcerer, and his first encounter with Gojou involves nearly running over a blood-soaked man who refuses to go to the hospital.

Ah, I have a soft spot for this one. Yet another result of joint brainstorming sessions with @nearalways, and since they're not online for me to ask permission to post their parts, I'll show ya mine (hm, that sounds vaguely wrong). It should still make sense!

Without Yuuji in the picture, canon developments are altered enough that a non-Culling Games version of Gojou vs. Sukuna ends in Gojou just walking around like a zombie after putting down his ward-turned-monster and his dead bestie's puppeteered body. Staggers into a road and meets Yuuji when the latter nearly runs him over.

Gojou made sure to burn the corpses this time. This hasn't fucked him up at all! I think it'd be sheer numbness that makes him go with Yuuji. Also blood loss.

Yuuji trying to take him to the hospital at first and Gojou very calmly threatening to open the door and exit the speeding vehicle.

Anyway, Gojou's never grieved normally a day in his life. If a handsome man takes him home and patches him up all sweet, he would consider choking on dick a fair price to pay and a good distraction. Yuuji, meanwhile: Are you aware most of your blood is outside your body.

Yuuji maybe kissing Gojou and putting him to bed and waking up to an empty house, except Gojou's back less than a week later, going "So how about that blowjob now."

It goes on like that, with a mixture of porn and minimal plot. Star phrases include—

Imagine having Gojou for a booty call jumpstarting Yuuji's ability to see curses. He swallows some questionable blood and come and voila! CE, motherfucker.

It's still the least traumatizing way this could have happened. Yuuji got the best hole! Hole so good it pried his third eye open.

Yuuji would be the type to call Gojou and go "Is your asshole haunted?"

As you can tell, we are very unserious people. Except when we aren't 😂

Ask in response to the WIP Open Season

[phanfictioncatalogue]

(TW) Character Death (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

A Game of Life (ao3) - Koolhotsweetloveberries

Summary: Daniel Howell, an honorable member of the King's Knighthood, does not expect much from his time at court. All changes when the court jester, Philip Lester, enters.

Based on Dan & Phil's game of life, and Dan & Phil Crafts- Slime.

As the World Caves In (ao3) - cosmic_angel_writes

Summary: Dan and Phil vs The Zombie Apocalypse

breathe in, breathe out (ao3) - darkesthorizon

Summary: Dan never thought he'd have to live without Phil, but sometimes he thinks wrong.

By the way, I adore you. (ao3) - lxzyfangirl

Summary: Dan is very sick, and the future is not looking too bright for him, thankfully, he has Phil, his best friend, to accompany him through it all. But is Dan satisfied with being just friends?

Dies Irae (ao3) - queen_of_seratonin_deficiency

Summary: After a terrible tragedy, Dan is sent to a psychiatric institution where he is supposed to heal from his deep wounds. What happens if he meets someone else with deeper wounds?

Fictitious (ao3) - soundsofmymind

Summary: Daniel Howell was admitted to the mental hospital because of early childhood PTSD. While there he meets Phil, another patient and his only friend. From that friendship blooms a beautiful romance. But, one day Dan wakes up without his beloved Phil. He must find out where he went.

glass houses (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan has an illness the doctors can’t treat. he lives in a bubble of imprisoning plastic. his life is monotonous, cold, and without any connection to the people around him. then he meets phil.

Holding My Breath (ao3) - dip_the_pip

Summary: I’m dying and confessing my love for you & I called you at 2am because I need you

human (ao3) - lyricallyharley

Summary: Sometimes people wonder weather it's better to feel pain or nothing at all. It's a question, like many others, that's most likely not meant to be answered.

I Better Die First (ao3) - imademon

Summary: Phil is a ghost, haunting his and Dan's forever home and trying to get Dan to see him.

In the Garden (ao3) - dont-tell-them-i-write-phan (QueenJunoTheGreat), QueenJunoTheGreat

Summary: Dan Howell loved three things. Painting, the abandoned garden around the corner from his house, and his very best friend Phil.

My Baby Shot me Down. (ao3) - Mi_Munson

Summary: Daniel Howell became a police officer for one reason, or rather, a person, Phil Lester, a wanted criminal.

Red Like Roses (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Red like roses fills my dreams and takes me to the place you rest...

Resistance was not an approved outcome (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Dan and Phil are about to film a video for the gaming channel when some otherworldly guests crash into their house, leaving yet another hole in the ceiling for the builders to fix. Unfortunately, when given an ultimatum about their impending abduction, Dan and Phil choose two very different paths.

Based on the tour preshow question: Would you rather be a ghost or an alien?

schrödinger's cat (ao3) - brookwrites

Summary: it’s july of 2019, and dan and phil are headed to vidcon. everything has been absolutely amazing for the two of them since they ended their hiatus, and they’re ready to jump into the next stage of their lives...until a reckless driver destroys everything they had in store. suddenly phil is left completely alone to cope with the loss of his soulmate, and all he has left is the dark void of his own mind. dan’s the only thing that can help him, and he’ll find him, even if he has to get some wings first.

surely the second coming is at hand (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: From darkness they came, and to darkness they must return. And Dan is ready.

Or, a rewrite of the final events in DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime, as well as an analysis of Dan's internality during those moments.

The Boy From Manchester (ao3) - Koolhotsweetloveberries

Summary: Dan Howell wishes with all his heart that he was someone else. If he had to choose, he'd be a cool guy living in Manchester, like all his favorite YouTubers. They say 'be careful what you wish for'.

An AU inspired by Makoto Shinkai's 'Your Name'.

The Cult Under The Hill (ao3) - leewritesstuff

Summary: Daniel Howell was an unknown man. He was tall, lanky, and quiet. Nobody could pick him out of a crowd, no one could tell you his name. They could only tell you that he gave them the creeps.

Phil Lester was described by everyone who knew him as the sweetest thing that you’ll ever have the pleasure of meeting. He was quiet, he was polite, and most of all; he was kind.

One of these boys does not make it to the end of this story.

the end of all things. (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: they were from two separate sides, it was never meant to be.

The Most Human Colour (ao3) - lvckyphan

Summary: “I’m sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell, and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.” — Richard Siken.

It’s easy to dismiss the things we don’t understand as non-existent. Love is a religion and Phil is agnostic.

The Philver Scream (ao3) - UnorthodoxSavvy

Summary: While Dan's career in the FBI is taking off, Phil is left behind to pick up the pieces of his life after his brother's death. However, he finds himself plagued by strange nightmares that he can't explain. Soon, people around him start dying. Can Dan and Phil's partnership survive the mounting body count?

There Is No Guide To Losing Your Soul (ao3) - krissyxlove

Summary: It wasn't supposed to be like this.

To Live and Let Go (ao3) - raisedufromperdition

Summary: Upon his diagnosis of a terminal illness, Dan vows to spend the rest of his short life with Phil by his side, completing his bucket list while learning what it really means to live and love.

Without You Here (ao3) - raisedufromperdition

Summary: “I never thought losing you would be so hard,” Dan began, with a deep breath. He toyed with the strings of his grey hoodie, ignoring the stinging in his eyes.

A story which consists of Dan talking to Phil’s grave and reflecting upon their life together.

[drcyrusbortel]

A Whisper In Polyester

Ship: Starco

Summary:

Sleeping in microgravity is a funny business. Sleeping bags can be used at any angle, anchored to any convenient surface. Air currents blowing across your face soothe and relax, and prevent the accumulation of lethal amounts of carbon dioxide. Some say the dreams are better, more vivid. And so are the nightmares.

Fluff, tie in to Space Unicorn.

=/=

This author does not own the Star vs the Forces of Evil franchise. This story was written for personal amusement.

=/=

“Star! Star! Help!”

Marco flailed his arms in vain as he continued to sink into the pitch-black depths of Europa’s subsurface ocean. His thick, titanium diving suit was dead, his comms were down, and the diving-suit-clad zombie dragging him down refused to let go of his leg. He took a deep breath, and looked down, his helmet lights illuminating his yellow, Michelin-man-like legs.

Instead of a single diving-suit clad zombie, a horde of them now clawed at his suit. Marco looked more closely at the zombies. Some had charred, red skin, broiled by ship-to-ship lasers. Some had been half-spattered into goo by kinetic projectiles. And some, victims of anti-ship particle beams, were in the throes of radiation poisoning, vomiting their guts out, their hair gone, and their skin burnt, moaning in pain…

All were clad in the uniforms of the Japanese Space Defense Force. Enemy combatants, killed on his orders.

His suit sprung a leak, and the overwhelming stench of the alien ocean – window cleaner, compost, and coal tar – wafted into his nostrils. He tried to pinch his nose, and smacked his arm against his visor.

“Marco! Marco!”

“Star? Is that you?”

Star, helmet lights blazing and arms outstretched, grabbed Marco’s hand.

The fetid water filled his suit fast, and Marco took a deep breath. This didn’t make sense. The immense pressures of the deep ocean should have knocked him out instantaneously. And zombies weren’t real.

“Marco! Marco! Wake up!”

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Commander Marco Diaz, Joint Government Space Force, awoke with a jolt, and, writhing in his microgravity sleeping bag, slammed into the figure floating over him before careening into a wall.

“Ow! Marco! Are you up?!”

Marco looked around the habitat. Fireproof Velcro. Sleeping bags. His handheld and laptop, which he had left floating in the center of the room and were now pressed up against an air vent.

And in the middle of it all, Star Butterfly, her long hair spread into a broad fan that seemed to cover the whole room.

“Sorry.” He rubbed his forehead. “Just a bad dream.”

“The uhhh… underwater zombies again?” Star pulled herself against Marco’s sleeping bag.

Marco nodded as they drifted towards the ceiling. “Yeah. Europa… really messed me up.”

“Do you… want to talk about it some more?”

Marco shook his head. “It’s late. You need the rest.”

Star opened her mouth to protest, but fell silent as she examined the pained look on Marco’s face.

Marco closed his eyes, trying his best to think of anything other than water and death.

A sturdy weight clamped over his chest, and he began to feel around. Another sleeping bag had been belted to his. He opened his eyes as Star snuggled into her own bag.

“Star, I don’t think…”

“Shhh. It’s okay.” Star hushed. “More mass means less acceleration for a given force. When we’re together, nobody’s going to be pushing us around.”

“More inertia.” Marco replied.

“Yeah, so things can stay the same.” Star said.

Star began to drift off to sleep. Fans whirred gently as they detected the room’s increased occupancy, and the gentle hiss of a valve echoed through the ventilation system.

“Forever?” A whisper in polyester.     

Star mouthed her reply.

“Forever.”

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[grandhotelabyss]

what was the experience of going from no internet (atleast in its modern form) to it suddenly dominating everything in one's life?

I enjoy the genre of question in which I am implied to be a touring carnival exhibit, The World's Oldest Living Man. "Do you remember when you had to wind up cars with a crank before they'd drive? Was the world really black and white or does it just look that way in the movies?" (I'm not mad at you, anon; I'm just teasing.)

Anyway, I may be in the minority here, but the really rough patch was the intermediate period between the last decade the world was mostly analog (the 1990s) and the first decade it was mostly digital (the 2010s), despite the socio-political chaos (wokeness vs. populism and then the pandemic) caused by the latter. If you were extremely online in the 2000s, which I sort of was, and the monoculture still reigned, and even in some respects seemed like it would reign forever, everything felt sort of hallucinatory and unreal, a bright waking nightmare; this is what Fisher's writing captures well, the disappointed cyber-utopian's dazed horror at a permanent zombie mainstream. Before that, in the analog days, counterculture and mainstream culture were more stably sealed off from each other, and you didn't necessarily expect them to bleed into each other, but also thought you could make a go of it in the counterculture if you could find your way there. (I didn't start going online until I was 18, in the year 2000, when I went to college.) Whereas now, it's all one thing. Pace Angela Nagle, there are no normies left to kill. The Boomers can't stop fiddling with their phones at the restaurant table while I keep mine politely in my pocket; they read their ebooks while I still only read (at least anything serious) in print; and they've seen memes I've never even heard of. Perhaps we're all hallucinating these days, but we're in it together.

Now certain shifts from the old world to the new are a little overstated. Remember, television killed your elders' attention spans before the internet came along, and my parents' generation were the first that happened to, back in the '50s. Everything McLuhan said about TV is 10 times truer of the internet, but it was true of TV too. Then there was talk radio and the print underground, which is how I and my father before me learned all the conspiracy theories before "online" came along. I do not speak of pornography, but it was there, and one knew where. I grew up on MTV and comic books, so I've never had much of an attention span to speak of. I like books, though. I don't think they'll ever disappear; I think the internet will disappear, and books will be all that survives of us, which is why I insist, no matter how online I am or ever will be, on writing books, real-life paper books, for our successor empires—human, robot, or alien—to ponder over in the lone and level sands.

[jerzwriter]

If your MCs asked the age old question "Would you still love me even if I was a worm?" what would their LIs respond?

Nonny, I got far too excited by this. Especially thinking about the difference in how Tobias & Casey's Exchange would go vs. Ethan & Kaycee's. Then I had to throw Eli & Zoe (WTD) into the mix too.

Text Fic #1: Open Heart | Tobias x Casey | Teen+ Text Fic #2: Open Heart | Ethan x Kaycee | Teen+ Mini Fic: Wake the Dead | Eli x Zoe feat. Troy | Teen

Tobias x Casey:

Ethan x Kaycee:

Eli x Zoe:

It had been a long and hot summer day. Chores felt almost unbearable in the sweltering heat, but without a zombie sighting all day, no one was complaining. Well, except Troy. He and Zoe were resting... to different degrees... on a shaded patch of grass beside the main lodge.

Troy was laid out flat. If not for the occasional movement of an arm to fan himself, he would have easily been mistaken for a corpse. Meanwhile, Zoe was on her stomach, perched up on her elbows as she played with the pile of dirt in front of her with all the wonderment of a child. She was so enthralled she didn't hear Troy's incessant groaning, much to his chagrin.

"Zo!" he finally yelled. "How are you even upright? I swear... this is where it ends. I'm dying here!"

She shook her head with a dramatic eye roll but stayed on the patch of earth before her.

"Troy, my little drama queen, a hard day's work won't kill you."

"A hard day's work in what's likely 100-degree temperatures just might."

"It's not that hot in the shade. You could always go take a jump in the creek."

That got his attention, he lifted his head just slightly off the ground. "Care to join me?"

"Mmm-mmm," she shook her head. "I'm staying here. I've made a friend."

"A friend?" He asked with a cocked brow.

"Yes. Willie," she said, holding a little worm up in her hand. "He's my new friend."

Just then, Eli approached. The smirk on his face made it clear he had heard their conversation. "You're friends with a worm?" he said sitting next to Zoe.

"Yes!" She answered proudly. "Not just any worm, Willie! Isn't he adorable?"

"Uh, Zo?" Troy muttered. "How do you know it's a he?"

Zoe's face twisted as she contemplated the answer. "Come to think of it... I have no clue. So, maybe it's Willie, maybe it's Wilma, maybe my little friend goes by both... I don't care, I love them anyway."

"Now you're in love with a worm?" Eli chuckled.

She shot him a look as if he was the one who was insane.

"Eli, I said I loved Willie/Wilma. I didn't say I was in love. Gosh, do you know the difference?"

"I think so," he chuckled. He leaned back onto the cool earth, enjoying the silence... for the brief moment it lasted.

"Eli?" Zoe asked. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"I might love you," he smirked, "But I don't think I'd be in love with you."

"What?" she gasped, clutching her heart in mock horror. "And why not? You'd stop loving me just because I turned into a worm."

"Wait," Eli said, sitting upright. "You're changing the rules. You didn't say you turned into a worm. You said you were a worm. Like, when I met you, you were already a soil dweller."

"And that would make a difference?"

"It would," he stated firmly.

"Zo," Troy bellowed without moving a muscle. "I'd love you even if you were a worm."

"Thank you, Troy," she said, sticking her tongue out at Eli. "But would you be in love with me?"

"Hell no," he replied without hesitation.

"What? Why?"

"Because I wouldn't want Eli here to kick my ass. Not for nothing, but I don't think he'd be into sharing."

"But he said he isn't in love with me in this scenario. Although I think he's full of it, he'd still fall for me. So, Eli... since you're in love with me, and Troy's in love with me...."

"I didn't say..."

"In this world, you're in love with me, Troy! So Eli, can we interest you in a little throuple thing?"

"Wait!" Troy bolted up. "Are you saying it would be Eli and me in a throuple with 'worm Zoe'?"

"Yes! Exactly!"

Troy shook his head with a shudder. "Sorry, Zo. You lost me. That's a little too kinky, even for me."

Eli shut his eyes with a sigh. "Oh boy..."

"Great! So now I'm a worm, a lowly, little worm, out in this scary world all by myself... and my boyfriend and my best friend have just abandoned me."

"Zoe," Eli muttered.

"Yes?"

"I would still be in love with you if you were a worm."

"You would," she gushed. "Why?"

"I don't know. I just need to shut the two of you up before I lose the little that's left of my mind."

"Regretting losing that life of solitude right about now, aren't you?" Troy teased.

"Absolutely," Eli laughed, but Zoe was not amused.

"Oh? Really?"

"Yeah," he insisted. "Back then, it was just me and my worm girlfriend... and she never talked at all. Hey, wait," he grinned. "Suddenly I'm seeing the benefits of you being a worm."

Zoe placed Willie/Willa lovingly back on the ground, then pushed Eli back on his back and pounced on top of him.

"Really!" she said, peppering his face and neck with kisses. "Would worm Zoe do this?"

"I guess human Zoe has her merits," he surrendered.

"That's it," Troy mumbled. "I'd rather sit in the sun than have to keep listening to this."

"You're just jealous because you're not part of the throuple!" Zoe laughed as Troy rushed away.

"We got rid of him," Eli smiled.

"It gets easier all the time," Zoe agreed. "But... you would still love me if I was a worm...right?"

"Of course," he said, giving her a gentle kiss. "You are the only worm for me."

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[sapphic-story]

What's Lee working on in 2024?? A Mini Guide:

I have a better job with slightly less hours so hopefully it is time for creative things again yippee!! Text under cut

Slide 1:

Liho (comic)

Themes: definitions of love, social expectations, relationships dynamics, idealization

Welcome to the loveliest campus in the world, protected by the ever adored Cupid Heart!

Ifeolewa is a sophomore college student that has been chosen to become a magical girl and defend the sanctity of love around her school!

…unfortunately, Ife has a 5th grader’s understanding of love at best and doesn’t quite understand the complexities of modern relationships and romances.

Now, Ife juggles school, fighting villains, “fixing relationships”, and trying to win the heart of her crush, Liho (her best friend’s incredibly recent ex-girlfriend).

Slide 2:

Slips of the Stars (comic)

Themes: loneliness, abandonment, free will vs fate, individual perspective

Kaasey “Slips” Marion is a aimless, bored, burnt out college student who doesn’t know where they’re going in life. 

They’re also convinced that every person around them is literally in a story, meticulously recording the story details in her notebook. They believe they are a background character in these stories, probably for comic relief.

Also, every day the world ends and then she wakes up at the beginning of the day again. 

That one’s new.

Slips has to step out of the shadows and work with her main characters to figure out what’s happening, why, who’s causing it, and how to help this story finally have its happy ending before time runs out.

Slide 3:

Hospital Food (achronological ergodic novel-y thing..?)

Themes: Mental health and chronic illness, identity, multigenerational relationships, life and what could lie beyond it (if anything)

Sickly new employee Ward devoted her time and energy to her new job at an inpatient care facility for individuals with deadly parasites eating them alive. Ward and her team fought day and night to save patient lives from the very same parasites that threatened Ward’s life more and more every second.

Now, Ward, her coworkers, and their clients are nowhere to be found. The facility they worked and stayed at no longer exists. 

What happened? Where did they go? Is anyone left alive? All that’s left are the forgotten files, notes, and memos collecting dust in abandoned desks and drawers, waiting to be discovered.

Slide 4:

Other odds and ends 

I share story custody with some friends on some things about spies, zombie apocalypse, urban fantasy mysteries, and more magical girls

You might see me posting about an experiment I did polling college students about loneliness and their relationship to technology

Additionally might also just generally see things for my class/work 

There’s also a lot of story ideas and tropes that I really like (see next slide) so you’ll see a lot of very specific tags regarding those concepts 

I like playing with different mediums like art, writing, music, video games, and many more!

All the art in this is my own :) save for the jojo reference

Slide 5:

About the Author

Hi I’m Lee sapphic-story

I’m a 22 year old Black American lesbian

I use they/them pronouns

I’m a master’s student in educational psychology and work in a community college system to enhance student services 

I have a lot of specific interests including…

Time loops

All things urban fantasy

Perceptions of love

Familial relationships

(Former) christianity 

Atypical relationship dynamics

The physical/emotional/ psychological effects of being a “hero”

Story structures

Self aware characters

And way more I have so many tags 

Stay tuned for further story updates

[best-overplayed-song]

Best Overplayed Song Bracket (part two) - round two

full playlist here

Side A

the sound of silence vs. dreams

low vs. jolene

take me to church vs. smooth

billie jean vs. cigarette daydreams

what's up? vs. tiny dancer

wake me up when september ends vs. drops of jupiter

killer queen vs. welcome to the black parade

escape (the pina colada song) vs. californication

free fallin' vs. roxanne

american pie vs. you spin me round

everybody wants to rule the world vs. stairway to heaven

stacy's mom vs. don't stop me now

seven nation army vs. the chain

highway to hell vs. eye of the tiger

zombie vs. livin' on a prayer

Side B

careless whisper vs. unwritten

little lies vs. dancing queen

hey soul sister vs. get lucky

oops!... i did it again vs. a thousand miles

wake me up vs. toxic

born this way vs. before he cheats

tik tok vs. dynamite

fireflies vs. truth hurts

running up that hill vs. ...baby one more time

rolling in the deep vs. dog days are over

thnks fr th mmrs vs pompeii

mr. blue sky vs. video killed the radio star

total eclipse of the heart vs. viva la vida

YMCA vs. pumped up kicks

africa vs. take on me

view previous bracket here

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxxiv.f: The Demagogue, you fucking ignorant little magician ... my entire drive is to trample on the supposed strong … bring that which claims to stand tall, and bring it to its knees … then deprive it of all humanity, to disrespect not just it’s memory but it’s entirety … erasing it and everything it built. I’ll do the same with The City and Red and You and all that stand in my way in stopping that from happening. “You are too far gone … you’ll achieve nothing and will die and … but not to be forgotten … as I know only then and in that moment will the grand regicide that took place so long ago … would have been worth the gamble of resurrection and ego reconstruction … if you can’t see what you've created … then see … what you’ve destroyed” The cityscape disappeared … and then I appeared in a dark room … in a pool of some kind about ankle depth … … … What … is this … Shard? “You push and you push … but never once do you see the errors of your ways. It’s your greatest crux … you’ll just continue on this relentless and unreasonable war path with the world … your ideals vs it’s … I want you to see what the wake of your storm leaves … I want you to see the pain caused by your terrible ignorance and prejudice … see … THEM!!!” *CLAP* a random red light came on in the room I was standing in … so bright I shuttered my eyes with my hands. Then I felt hands come from behind me grabbing my wrists, then a swift *KICK* STRAIGHT To the center of my back … not just sending me to my knees … but face into the liquid submerging it. I could feel my arms being pulled straight back to restrict them. I tried to resist, but it was like my strength was completely sapped, or if my arms were trapped in concrete … there was nothing I could do … I was held there for a minute or two, and I could hear my attacker faintly, mumbling through the thick viscous liquid but not make out anything they were saying. I started to feel myself suffocate, the liquid seeped into my mouth, and it was awful tasting … then I was pulled from the liquid fast, with a boot firmly pressed against my back. *COUGH* *AGHH* I spit out all the liquid. Then I hear a voice … one … I know … to a dear Hatred … Red. “SEE IT!? SEE IT!? AGHH!!” HE DROVE HIS FOOT INTO MY BACK … And yanked my arms back to an agonizing stretch. AHHHGHHG!!! I open my eyes wide in pain … and what I saw … was … pure pain. The pool I was in, was a deep red … there were hundreds of mutilated bodies that were burned down to the flesh … they were all looking at me, with eyes big and clear to see, not burned or damaged at all. My heart starts to race, and this unearthly fear started to fill my everywhere. Then … they started to call out to me, in this zombie-like rumble, reaching out at me with their hands, hundreds of them, bodies on top of bodies. “bubba” “red” “salem” “wrath” “body” “mind” “help me” “play” “save me” “you left” “not blood free” “your fault” “where are you” “kill me” “betrayed me” “bastard” “abuser” … no “Destroyer” “Die” “Ruined it” “Hate you” “You Were Nothing” “Robot” … No “TRUSTED YOU” “LIED” “HURT ME” “WASTE” “SCARRED ME” “FORGETTABLE” … NO NO NO!!! I was turned around quickly, being choked now by … Red … RED!!! I Struggled to grip his hands, I couldn't get a hold of them, he smiled wide, and his eyes were piercing! Then the corpse hands grabbed at me, latched on to my arms and were pulling them to my sides trying to rip them off. AHHGHH AHH AHH AHHHHHH FUCK YOU!! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL RIP OUT YOUR FUCKIN THRO- “YOU COULDN'T EVEN IF YOU WANTED TO!!! Weak, pathetic, TRASH!!! HAHAHAHAAAA” NO NOOOOO His face morphed in front of my eyes, skin moving all around … to that golden hue, that Golden Shard, my eyes widened as his face became clear. “You'll fail in your efforts to rip up the contract … you will fail in your efforts to kill Red … and you will fail to progress further with anything, being trapped in time, wasting what youthful years you even had left.” ... [To Be Continued]

[album-cover-battle]

WRITTEN BRACKET BELOW THE CUT!

Polls start April 3rd at 3:00 pm EST!

LEFT SIDE, UP TO DOWN

1. I Hired A Clown For My Birthday And All I Got Was This Stupid Album !! - Gum Disease VS Hansel And Gretel - Sodikken

2. From Rotting Fantasylands - Nero's Day At Disneyland VS anarchy!! - STOMACH BOOK

3. Melodrama - Lorde VS maybe i will see you at the end of the world - Sydney Sprague

4. Another Light - Red Vox VS Dog Police - Dog Police

5. Oil Of Every Pearls Un-Insides - Sophie VS The Electric Lady - Janelle Monáe

6. Fear Of Death - Tim Heidecker VS Yellow Magic Orchestra (USA) - Yellow Magic Orchestra

7. Is This It (USA) - The Strokes VS Four-Calendar Cafe - Cocteau Twins

8. Ditzy Scene - Cardiacs VS I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance

9. Hypnotize - System Of A Down VS Subliminal Sandwich - Meat Beat Manifesto

10. The Eternal Struggles Of The Howling Man - Rob Zombie VS Willoughby's Beach - King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard

11. Transcendental Youth - The Mountain Goats VS Oceanborn - Nightwish

12. Odyssey - Valiant Hearts VS Melon Collie and the Infinite Sadness - The Smashing Pumpkins

13. Hosannas from the Basements of Hell - Killing Joke VS Blood Fire Death - Bathory

14. Irratics - Irratics VS Tago Mago - CAN

15. Fragile - Yes VS The Mollusk - Ween

16. Snakey Wake - The Residents VS Out Of The Blue - Electric Light Orchestra

RIGHT SIDE, UP TO DOWN

17. They Might Be Giants - They Might Be Giants VS Weezer (Blue Album) - Weezer

18. Sigma - REOL VS Soft Sounds From Another Planet - Japanese Breakfast

19. By The Way - Red Hot Chili Peppers VS In The Court Of The Crimson King - King Crimson

20. Plastic Beach - Gorillaz VS Alpocalypse - Weird Al Yankovic

21. Titanic Rising - Weyes Blood VS Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier

22. How To Be A Human Being - Glass Animals VS Axis: Bold As Love - The Jimi Hendrix Experience

23. Bitchboy - The Oozes VS Insomnia - Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards

24. 3d Virtual Buddies - Dream Puzzles VS Elsewhere - Set It Off

25. Tmp2 - Graham Kartna VS ABSOLUTE EARRAPE 99999 - Algorithm Dude

26. The Ugly Art - Machine Girl VS Jill's Psychedelic Sunday - Paul Shapera

27. Can't Buy A Thrill - Steely Dan VS Life In Cartoon Motion - MIKA

28. Prequelle - Ghost VS Dead Man's Party - Oingo Boingo

29. OK Go - OK Go VS La Culpa - Los Bunkers

30. Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum - Tally Hall VS Dinosaurchestra - Lemon Demon

31. Days Of Future Passed - The Moody Blues VS A Kiss In The Dreamhouse - Siouxsie and the Banshees

32. Pretty Hate Machine - Nine Inch Nails VS Dance Fever - Florence and the Machine