#my teeth doing something awful. and zombies

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt ~Dead on main~Someone is walking over my grave

Jason sits on his tombstone and thinks about..something.

He lazily washes off the dirt that has been stuck on his army boots after the rain. It covers the year of his death perfectly. Grinning, he puts out a cigarette by using the mentioned stone. The cigarette butt throws between ugly funeral wreaths.

Danny: Hey, asshole, stop it!

Jason turns around. A very angry twink is rushing at him. The notorious crime lord does not have time to react when a fist hits him. Red Hood falls into a puddle. Shit! His favorite leather jacket!

Jason: What the hell are you doing?

Danny: No. What the hell are you doing?! Just because a man is dead doesn’t mean you must not respect him. You’re in a cemetery. Behave yourself, shithead. Or I’ll teach you manners.

Jason: You’re not from around here. Right?

Danny: So what? I doubt it’s normal to wipe your feet using a tombstone. Even in Gotham.

A malicious gremlin folds his arms on a chest.

Jason sits in a puddle more comfortably and pulls another cigarette out of his pocket. Damn, it’s wet.

Jason: If you were gothamite, I wouldn’t have to explain. It’s my grave, idiot. I do what I want with it.

Jason throws useless source of nicotine at his photo with black ribbon. The person who convicted him takes a couple of seconds to compare the vandal to the buried one.

Danny: Aw, shit, man. My bad, I didn’t mean to interrupt your break.

Jason’s eyebrow rises in surprise. From the outsider he expected more screaming and running. Not…apologies.

Jason: Yeah? Tell that to my favorite leather jacket. Now you can bury it next to me.

Bad Jason, bad. That’s not how normal people talk.

Danny: I’ll make amends. Tomorrow, okay? It’s my first working day. I’ve decided not to take my wallet. Need to find a safe route.

Jason: First day?

Danny: Yes, new cemetery guard here in the flesh. But I have not had time to meet all of inhabitants. Mistook you for a bad boy in a story. Well, it is your fault too! I understand you’re upset about death or maybe about the color of wreaths but please just put all the shit in the trash. I’m Danny, by the way.

Jason: Ha, I was wondering why there was no regular dude at work. Probably my neighbors drove him to a breakdown. He was an asshole, so no regrets.

Danny: Do you think so? Mrs Dent didn’t seem restless to me, she was quite nice.

The guy didn’t seem to catch the joke. Or was crazy. Why are all the hot people in Gotham are? Doesn’t matter. Why not try, right?

Jason: Don’t worry about the money. You can repay me with something else.

Danny: So you regenerates the suit? Cool. What do you want?

Jason: Um, I don’t get it, but… as compensation, I’m wanna have your number and one date.

Danny: Sure, why not.

Danny looks at the headstone.

Danny:Can you go outside the cemetery...Jason? The place is romantic, I agree, but where I grew up, it’s not customary to bring a mate at the place of rest until you meet parents.

Jason: Seriously? Cheesy horror movies didn’t teach you not to mess with zombies?

Danny: Well, I’ve never had a partner who was attracted to my brilliant brain. It must be pretty nice. And I don’t mind a couple of love bites, zombie boy.

Danny’s playfully batting his eyelashes. Jason can’t help laughing.

Danny: The less fair opinion among my friends is that I’m just brain-dead idiot. But I think they just don’t understand the benefits of adrenaline addiction, miserable humans. *pretends to wipe off a tear*

Jason *pretends to sniff*: Aw, hell, you really are a brainless doll, aren’t you?

Danny: Even so, it just means I’m perfectly safe.

Jason: Don’t think so. I want a piece of you.

Danny: Then don’t be afraid that the feeling is mutual. My teeth are also quite sharp. And when I’m haunting, it’s not easy to get rid of me.

The cheeky smile has given way to a serious look.

Danny: If we don’t get along, tell me right away, I’m not good at reading other people’s emotions.

~~~~~

Red Hood may be the son of the greatest detective but blinded by love Jason realizes that his boyfriend is quite dead only after a couple of months. He used to think Danny was a little…weird. Well, who in Gotham isn’t? It wasn't a problem. But during a funny fight about ignoring Danny in favor of a conversation with Tim , Fenton goes through him to grab his phone and then shouts that 'ghosting him is racist'.

Jason was delighted that he was able to hide his surprise. His boyfriend was too sweet, but sometimes insecure. Jay didn’t want Danny to start being cautious. Evidently, Honey thought from the first day that Jason knows. Let him keep it that way. Nothing has changed.

But now Danny’s promises to haunt Joker for the rest of his life if Jason wants it stopped being just super-hot flirt. So Jason need to make sure he doesn’t sic his darling poltergeist or whoever Danny is on someone. Even if it sounds good.

~~~~~Family dinner~~~~~

Dick: How did you two meet?

Jason: That’s a great story. My brave man beat the vandal who was messing with my grave.

Bruce: What? Who dared?

Danny: Jason, stop. It’s embarrassing.

Jason: No~ My family needs to know that chivalry is dead. My hero. Jason can’t resist a kiss on the cheek.

Danny: Taking this opportunity, I want to thank you all. It means a lot that you accepted Jason even not fully alive.

Alfred: Nonsense. Of course we..He’s family, no matter what.

Danny: Until the death separates us. Even at a wedding, love is promised only for a while. In parenthood, they do not take any oath about it. You’d be surprised how little past relationships can mean to people and how easy it is to hate what we are.

Danny: Damn, I ruined the mood, didn’t I? Sorry.

~~~~~

Jason: B, with all due respect, back off. You should ask Constantine how to help Danny if his family becomes a problem. Don’t mark my babe as a problem.

Bruce: I asked. And he laughed at me and said that you are the one who need protection. not him. Your Fenton is dangerous. Ghosts of such power only emerge in cataclysms after a large burst of energy or reach this level after centuries of battles or cannibalism and battles.

Jason: Seriously, old man? My boyfriend’s not gonna eat me. I’m not Red riding hood and he’s clearly not pretending to be my grandmother.

~~~~~~

Danny: Hi, honey. what’s new?

Jason noted with satisfaction that Danny had eaten all the supplies he had prepared for him.

Jason: Nothing, but now I have an idea for great Halloween costumes for us. They are gonna drive the old man crazy.

Danny: Did you fight again? What is it this time?

Jason: Guess what, now B’s worried you want to bite off my dick or something.

Danny: First, eew, disgusting. Don’t talk about our intimate life with fucking Batman. Why would he think that? I like you whole.

Jason: Whore?

Danny: Idiot.They don’t even sound alike.

Jason: Just admit that I am an eye candy and kiss me already. I need a break from the madness of my family.

~~~~~

Later Danny blackmails Constantine for information about the interrogation from Batman.

Then he sends a short message to the group chat : Tell the future father-in-law that while Jason can cook, he is safe from me.

The chat explodes from questions of Batclan to Bruce. Jay has great brothers and sisters. Danny knew their chaotic energy could be relied upon.

~~~~~

In the morning Jason yells at Tim. Why the hell did Replacement put "Friends For Dinner" from The Land Before Time as his alarm melody?

~~~~~

Bruce *is suspicious of the ghosts at the wedding*.

GhostWriter: Do not think that we like it. The boy is involved in his own version of Twilight. Oh Ancients, I hope the Ancients don't know about it.

Clockwork aka one of Ancients: Come on, that’s sweet. And story will have a happy ending. I guarantee.

~~~~~

Jason's in a date simulator with no chance of losing when everyone thinks he’s in a horror game. Is Danny dangerous? Yeah. Did he hunt when they first met? Who knows. The main thing in the middle of the conversation Danny realised he found a creature with a similar sense of humor. So that made Jason 10 out of 10 aka soulmate and he would kill for him.

[otakuworks]

Hiiii may I request a fem! Reader x husband! Leon where they watch their daughter play on the playground not until some small boy who creating paper rose and give it to her. The reader is in awe mode while Leon was in protective mode (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

❛ 𝐃𝐀𝐃 ����𝐎𝐃𝐄. oneshot

feat. Dad!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader | wc. 0.9K

sum. dads are always protective to their daughters, leon is no exception.

note. leon be taking out his guns for this—

main m.list re m.list

The scene in front of Leon is more intimidating than any zombies he has fought in his life and this man has been long acquainted with them.

"How miserable I would be and my daughter if her father were to be thrown in jail for attempted homicide." Your satire quip earned you defeaning silence from the man, who merely watches the whole scene plays out, but his hands are undeniably twitching to click something dangerous.

"Your concerns are misplaced. And even if I'm guilty, the President would undoubtedly pardon me."

"Darling, you couldn't possibly be thinking of murdering an innocent boy."

A week ago, you had new neighbours settling in with their cute boy just a year older than your daughter, you took the initiative to warmly welcome them in the neighborhood with your daughter in tow. They were just as sweet as their son, who's a lot more vibrant than your daughter.

Her personality is a carbon copy of her father— quiet and observant. Though it wasn't a hindrance for her to make friends, she just doesn't have the initiative. You're partially glad the boy is unwittingly helping your daughter to socialize more.

"He gave her roses. Those things could be dangerous." He refuted.

"Paper roses, Leon. Are you afraid of our daughter getting a paper cut?" You deadpanned.

"He could be dangerous."

"How could you say that to a cute boy?" Out of disbelief, you gesture your hand as if emphasizing the innocent display of friendship between younglings.

He raises an eyebrow. "Back in Spain, there was a time I had a young boy as my enemy. Believe me when I say he was far from cute."

You cross your arms, glaring indignantly. "And believe when I say he's harmless."

Leon sighs and glances at you, inquisitive. "You seem to be familiar with that boy."

"Duh, he's our neighbor's son. Which explains why he and our daughter will get along just fine."

A flash of emotion passed his eyes, he hummed. "...Makes it easier for me to—"

"Dad! Dad!"

His girl came running with the paper roses, the wide grin on her lips makes it seem like it's impossible to turn upside down. Even in your peripheral vision, Leon's rugged look softened drastically at the sight alone. Murder plan? Gone.

He bend down to pick her up in his arms. "What is it, sweetcheeks?"

"Look! Caelus gave me roses as thank you gift from the cookies last time."

"Cookies?" He blinked.

She nodded, revealing her uneven teeth as she presents the paper roses. "Me and mom went to them and gave them cookies."

"As what a good neighbor does." You added, giving Leon a pointed look. "Did you say thank you to Caelus, sweetie?"

"Yep! Ohh... Mom, let's introduce Dad to him!" Her face brightened significantly as she wiggles out of her father's hold and came running back to her friend, who's waving at you as a greeting.

As you wave back to the young boy, Leon stood there dumbstruck. "She hasn't even come of age yet I feel like I'm meeting her boyfriend." He murmured to himself.

You elbowed him. "Oh, come on. Are you not happy with our daughter having friends?"

"I am, and I'm not against it. But why does he have to give her roses of all things?" He seems exasperated at the idea.

"Do you prefer a Boquet?"

"No, I..." He sighs, clearly exasperated.

You merely rolled your eyes. When you first met him, he gave you the impression of a strong and unwavering man, undeterred by any distrubances. Yet here you are, a sole witness of a possible murder.

"Dad, meet Caelus! Caelus, meet my Dad!"

The said boy beamed at Leon despite being unsure how to approach an unapproachable looking guy like him. "Hello, it's nice to meet you."

Leon looked hesitant but mirrored the greeting with half assed enthusiasm. "Be kind to the child, Leon. Or you're sleeping on the couch." You whispered with a tight smile.

"Not the couch." His satire response has you slapping his arm jokingly.

©otakuworks | 2024

[mediumgayitalian]

“Death Breath! Hey! Wait up!”

Nico bolts. He makes it about ten feet away from his cabin door before Will and his stupid long legs catch up with him, throwing an arm over his shoulder and then immediately tripping over his own foot and sending them both sprawling.

“I hate you,” Nico groans, curling up on the grass.

It’s too early for any of this. He was just trying to get back at Cecil for covering everything he owned in aluminum foil last week — and then he was going to go right the hell back to bed.

He knew he should have fucking shadow travelled.

“Aw, c’mon. You love me.”

Nico pretends to gag. The only thing he gets is Will’s crossed arms and raised eyebrow, so he doubles down and really starts to retch. Whatever. It’s eight thirty in the morning. He fell asleep at five. Rational thinking is a distant, distant memory.

“Whenever you’re done.”

“I will be sick at the thought for the next eight weeks,” Nico informs him. For dramatic effect, he looks up at Will’s face — which he cant even see, since the sun’s in his eyes — and shudders.

“You know, you have a genuine, beautiful talent for the dramatic arts, the likes of which I have never seen. Are you sure you’re not secretly an Apollo kid?”

I better not be, ‘cause then all the staring I do at your calves would be real weird, he thinks to himself, then considers whether he can convince Kayla to give him a lobotomy. He thinks she might like the opportunity.

“Piss off,” he says instead of that, artfully schooling his face into the aristocratic mask he’s perfected from his father, squaring his shoulders and looking at Will like he’s a pebble lodged in the flesh of his heel.

Will rolls his eyes. “Get up, Sharpay Evans. You’re gonna stain your shirt worse than you already have.”

Nico sniffs haughtily. “My shirt is perfectly fine, thank you very much. I order them in black for a reason.”

He notices a giant grass stain on the side when he stands. He ignores it. Will does not.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re the Goth King.”

“Ghost King.”

“Right, right. That helps your case.”

Nico shoves him, fighting back a grin. “Whatever, Solace. What are you bothering me for?”

“Oh, yeah!”

Nico is a deeply cheesy person. Down to the core of him, past all the sarcasm and prickliness and trauma, or whatever, he’s made of fucking mozzarella, because what business does he have comparing Will’s eyes to the morning winter sky? Huh? That’s embarrassing. It isn’t even original. If Nico caught anyone saying shit like that out loud in real life, he’s collapse into the shadows from embarrassment. He needs electroshock therapy.

“I was thinking —”

“Rare,” Nico quips, just to watch Will’s eyebrow twitch. It does. Nico smiles.

“I was thinking,” he repeats, mocking glare in Nico’s direction, “that you and me go to the city this afternoon.”

“You chased me across camp for that?”

“Oh, please, Zombie Face. I chased you maybe twenty yards.”

“I think all that time sniffing rubbing alcohol has deteriorated your brain.”

“I think I’m going to shove you in the lake.”

“Feel free to try. You will not wake up the next morning.”

“Nah.” Will shoots him a smug smile. Nico trips over air. “I can be as annoying as I want and you still won’t kill me. I have impunity.”

Nico rolls his eyes, refusing to dignify that with an answer. The less he acknowledges his own shame, the more likely it will go away on its own. Probably.

“Anyways. Guess what Cecil told me today.”

“His last will and testament?” Nico guesses, suddenly remembering his reason for being up this early.

“No, no, not that.” Will pauses. “Well, I mean, he did. I passed it on to Chiron. He has requested that when you maul him, you avoid his face, because he wants to be a sexy corpse and he can’t do that if you destroy his prettiest features.”

“Noted. Please inform him I will come for him within a window of the next fifteen hours.”

Theres a very particular face Will makes when he finds something genuinely funny. A smile a little more crooked than his regular one, teeth working at his bottom lip to hold it back, left dimple appearing in his cheek. It makes Nico want to do stupid things like press his thumb into said divot. He instead shoves his hands deeply into his pockets.

“I’ll let him know.” He clears his throat. “Anyways. You know what day it is today?”

Nico squints. “Tues…day? No, Wednesday.” He glances at Will. It’s been maybe….three days since their weekly sleepover? No, fuck, four. He thinks. “Thursday. Final answer.”

“Monday,” Will corrects, “and, gods, you need to sleep more. And a calendar. But no, that’s not my point.”

“Feel free to get to it.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Will finally explains. He tries for exasperated, but it doesn’t work — he’s clearly excited, bouncing on the balls of his feet and waving his hands. “And The Five Seasons is doing half off for couples, so you and I need to go!”

He waves his hands, as if tying off some grand reveal. His (blue blue blue blue) eyes are squeezed nearly shut by the force of his beam, which lessons slightly with every second Nico does not respond.

“William,” he says finally. He opens his mouth, then closes it again. “William.”

Will pouts. “What?”

“Explain how this is relevant to me, William.”

“Aw, c’mon, Nico! Don’t be difficult!”

“William,” stresses Nico again. “We are not a couple. Did you hit your head again?”

“Well, duh, Neeks, it’s about the scam!” He flaps his hand in a way Nico assumes is meant to convey something. “We’re gonna — eat! Cheap! By pretending to be a couple!” Now both hands are flopping, paired with wide, imploring eyes. “Obviously!”

“Obviously,” Nico repeats, slowly. He instructs one half of his brain to keep its focus on not melting into a puddle of blushing embarrassed goo, and the other to exercise restraint and not strangle the boy in front of him. A headache begins to press behind his eyes. “Will, what the shit.”

“You of all people!” Will throws his hands up. “You love scamming people! You hate corporate holidays! You frequently throw pebbles at people who look, and I quote, too obnoxiously happy! You’re the best hater I know! You should be on board!”

He makes a compelling point. Not that Nico is going to make that easy for him.

“You seem very invested in this,” Nico points out. He manages to keep his voice tastefully judgmental, which he’s very proud of.

“Of course I am! I want cheap Five Seasons food, godsdammit!” He pauses, switching tactics. “Nico,” he says softly. He puts a gently hand on Nico’s forearm, making him freeze. He is suddenly very, very close, and wow, did his hair always frame his face in gentle waves? Has that always been a thing? “I really, really want to scam a restaurant with you.” He smiles, small and crooked and gods, Will doesn’t look dangerous very often, but holy Hades when he does — “Will you make my Valentines, and scam a restaurant with me?”

His fingers begin to trace little circles in the inside of Nico’s wrist.

“Yes,” he squeaks, voice cracking.

“Yes!” Will cheers, pulling his fist. “Yes, hell yes, Nico! We are going to scam the shit out of this restaurant! Half off for couples? How about half off for heathens! Free money, baby! Fuck yeah!”

He turns back towards Nico, smile still wide and radiant, blinking eyes pools of sparkling excitement. Nico’s knees go a little weak. “I’ll come get you at 2! Thank you, Neeks!”

He runs off back to his cabin, only tripping twice. Nico watches him go, feeling a little like he’s tripping, too, with all the swooping his stomach is doing.

“Dude,” he mumbles to himself, shaking his head. “Be normal. Christo.”

It takes him ten straight minutes to get back to his cabin, even though he’s standing at the porch.

———

The obsidian handle of the Hades’ cabin door rattles.

“Neeks!” calls a voice behind the door, “you ready to go?”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” Nico scrambles over to the mirror and stares at himself. He turns a little to the left. He scowls. “Shit!” Tugging the shirt off, he turns back to his closet, tossing the piece of clothing to join the rest of its brethren on the floor. “Shitfuck. Fuckshit. Shit.”

“Nico!”

“Coming!”

Tapping his foot rapidly, he looks harder, as if that will magically make the right shirt pop into existence, perfectly pressed, on a hanger. “Shit.”

“What could possibly be taking so long? You’ve had two hours!”

“I care about my appearance, Mr Flip Flops and Scrubs!”

“Bleh bleh! Hurry up!”

Nico bites his lip. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t, really. Five Seasons is not actually a fancy restaurant. He and Will just like to joke that it is, because it has tablecloths. They’ve gone there dozens of times before; they stop every time they’re in the city for supply runs or visits to Olympus or to harass their summer-only friends at school. There is literally no reason for Nico to be stressing about what stupid shirt he should wear. Gods know Will is wearing cargo shorts.

“Nico!”

“I’m coming!“

Scowling, he digs through the pile of discarded clothes until he finds the first shirt he’d put on — a dark green button up that was given to him, along with a bunch of other fancy clothes he never wears, by the Aphrodite cabin. He hastily shoves their buttons through their holes, cursing when he mixes them up and has to start over, and sprints over to the mirror to inspect himself.

The shirt looks good. It’s a little tight on the arms, which he suspects was on purpose, and the colour compliments his skin nicely. The buttons are a dark, shiny brown that match his eyes. They pair nice with his simple jeans and black vans, casual enough that he doesn’t look like he’s going to Prom, or anything stupid like that, but dressy enough that it looks like he put effort in. He runs his fingers through his hair, trying to make the staticky strands sit right, but gives up pretty quickly. It’s okay if one thing is a little messy, right?

“Finally,” huffs Will as the door swings open. He glances Nico up and down, then grins. “You look great.”

Nico was right. He is indeed wearing cargo shorts, although to his credit they are his one pair without various Head Medic stains. His sweater, too, is a pretty blue, V-necked, long-sleeved, and a completely different style than his shorts. It clashes horribly. His shoes are, for some reason, bright solid pink. Nico suspects Hecate magic. His hair is braided in two French braids, his favourite way to wear it. Nico believes he is also wearing a touch of sparkly eyeshadow.

“You look dorky.”

Will grins wider. “Thank you! I wouldn’t let anyone help me choose something.”

“You should have.”

“I wanted it to be authentic, Nico. Also, got something for you.” From behind his back, he pulls out a handful of daisies, black dirt clinging to their roots, like he plucked them straight from the ground. Nico is inexplicably endeared by the image, and prays the smile on his face is less soft than he knows it is.

“You got me flowers?”

“Well, duh, Avril Lavigne. We gotta sell the scam.”

Nico brings them close to his face and inhales deeply. They smell fresh and earthy and sweet.

“That’s a stupid reason to bring someone flowers.”

“Give them back, then.”

“No. Fuck off. They’re mine.”

Will’s eyes twinkle. “Okay.” He holds out his arm. “Ready to go?”

The jump is close enough that Nico can convince him to shadow travel, and not just because he sadistically looks forward to the shade of green Will’s face will get after. As dangerous as he knows it can be, he misses it, sometimes. There’s something comforting about it, something soothing and familiar. Shadow travelling to the restaurant eases any lingering nerves.

“If you’re gonna throw up, do it somewhere I can’t hear you,” he says as they materialize in an alley.

Will’s cheeks puff out. “I’m gonna do it on your fuckin’ shoes.”

“I will leave your ass here, Solace, I swear to the gods.” Despite his grumbling, he rests a cool hand on the back of Will’s neck until he’s recovered. “Good?”

“Yeah.” He straightens, dusting off his sweater. “Let’s go.”

Nico follows him down the alley and onto the street, elbowing past the crowd of pedestrians until they approach the familiar glass doors. He rolls his eyes fondly every time Will apologizes to someone.

“You need to be meaner.”

Will sticks his tongue out and tries to trip him. Unfortunately, he only manages to throw himself off balance, nearly crashing to the floor of Nico hadn’t caught him.

“Good gods, Solace.”

“That was your fault!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The doors of the restaurant are absolutely plastered in cheesy red hearts and bows and cartoon kisses. And, as promised, a giant sign promising couples a fifty percent discount on their meals.

“My love,” says Will dramatically, holding out a hand, “shall we?”

Nico sighs, resting his hand delicately in Will’s. It sparks with electricity, like it always does. “I suppose.”

“Party pooper.”

“I’m not hearing oh, Nico, thank you so much for doing this incredibly stupid thing with me, you are my dearest friend and I owe you one. Or three, for some reason.”

Will’s mouth twitches. “Oh, Nico, thank you so much for —”

Nico shoves him, laughing. “Shut up.”

They’re seated pretty quickly, server smiling when they take notice of their clasped hands. Will orders chicken tenders, like he does every single time without fail, and water. Nico orders from the adult menu and absolutely does not make any kind of show about it.

“There is nothing babyish about chicken tendies.”

“Oh, of course not.”

“Is this about you having a credit card? That does not make you more adult than me. It makes you a nepo baby.”

“Mhm. Sure thing.”

“Nobody likes a nepo baby, Nico.”

“Look, I think your drink comes with a complimentary sippy cup.”

Teasing and joking with Will is so easy that Nico forgets the core of their mission. The pink garlands hanging from the ceiling fade into the background — he’s too busy crying with laughter when Will nearly chokes to death on a french fry, too busy flicking a forkful of food at his shoulder just to make him shriek, too busy kicking his shin under the table. He catches Nico’s foot between his the fourth time he tries it, keeping it trapped for the rest of the meal. Nico finds he doesn’t mind.

“And your bill,” says their server when they’re done, setting down a slip of paper. “Forgive me if I’m being presumptuous, but do you two qualify for today’s discount?”

Will smirks widely. “We do,” he says, with no small amount of pleasure. He shoots Nico the least subtle wink of all time. Nico rolls his eyes, cheeks going a little pink.

“Great! You guys have a wonderful Valentine’s day.”

“You, too.”

The server hurries away, turning to their other tables. Will’s smile is wide and smug.

“I knew it would work.”

“Duh. Easiest scam in the world, Solace.”

He sticks his tongue out. “And thus the best payout. You’re welcome.”

“Blah, blah. Gimme the bill.”

“Um, no way, di Angelo. I’m paying.”

He opens his wallet before Nico can stop him, mouthing as he counts the bills.

“What? No! I’m paying.”

“Are not.”

“Am too!”

“Are not.” He sets down a couple twenties. Nico snatches them right back up. “You we’re just complaining about my credit card!”

“Exactly. Thus my need to continue to pretend you don’t have one, so we can continue our friendship.”

“Solace, I swear to the gods.”

“di Angelo, I swear to the gods.”

Nico stares him down. Will stares back. He doesn’t even try to hide his lazy grin, his laughing eyes.

“You’re not paying for this by yourself,” Nico says firmly. “You don’t have a job. My father invented being rich.”

“Sure, but I made you come with me.”

“Ugh!” Nico throws his hands up, imagining how satisfying it would be to wrap his hands around that long neck (followed by his teeth and his tongue and his —). “Why are you impossible? I would’ve gone with you no matter what, stupid!”

As soon as he says it he wants to stick his head in wet cement. For a brief second, something like surprise flits across Will’s face, before he schools it back into his teasing smirk.

“Well, obviously, Death Breath. I’m excellent company.”

“You’re literally the most annoying person I know.”

“And yet here you are, hanging out with me, of your own volition.”

“…I’m paying next time.”

Will grins. “Whatever you say.”

They walk around the city for a while before heading back to camp. Will says it’s because he needs the air, Nico knows it’s because he wants him to rest a little longer before trying to shadow travel again. He tries not to let himself get all melty inside.

(Nobody willingly hangs out around the city for the ‘air’. He’s a shit liar. Nico should be offended.)

It’s nearing curfew by the time they melt back out from behind Thalia’s tree, extra shadows of early evening making the trip easier.

“Those fries are going to make a reappearance,” Will grimaces.

“Not if you don’t want me to kick you in the face.”

“You’d never.”

He would indeed never. But he would rather pass away than admit it, so.

“C’mon, dot face. It’s getting late. You have a cabin to run.”

“Oh, Nico,” Will says in a breathy falsetto, “are you walkin’ me to my cabin? How chivalrous!”

“Nevermind.”

“No no no no no I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Nico allows himself to be tugged, weak to Will’s giggles. “Walk me to my cabin. C’mon.”

Sighing, as if he’s so put out, Nico does. Some point in between Thalia’s tree and the amphitheater, Will’s hand slides down from around his wrist to tangled in between his fingers. Coincidentally, his mouth goes dry.

As they approach the Apollo cabin, Will slows to a stop.

“Hey.” He squeezes their fingers together, smile soft in the dying light of dawn. “I had fun today. Thank you for coming with me.”

Nico swallows. One day, those words will be said in a different context, if everything goes well for Nico, and he’s not sure how the hell he’s going to handle it without bursting into flame. “Yeah, well. Anything to scam a restaurant.”

“Right.”

They walk the last few steps to the cabin, rickety porch steps creaking under their feet as they approach the open door. Will doesn’t let go.

“Hey, Nico.”

“…Yeah?”

Quick as a flash, Will leans in and presses the softest of kisses to his mouth. The noise Nico makes is practically punched out of his lungs, spine going rigid in surprise.

“You can pay for our next date, okay?”

He’s gone before Nico can respond, ducking into his cabin with a small smile and closing the door behind him. Nico stands there, like an idiot, for three solid minutes at the very least, distantly aware of the giggles coming through the open window.

His hand comes up, fingers brushing his bottom lip.

“The little fucker set me up.”

Valentine’s day scam. Please. The only scam today was the scam of Will’s sneaky asking.

Nico smiles.

“You’re a mess, Solace!” he shouts, knowing damn well Will is listening.

He’s right. “Goodnight, Nico!”

Shaking his head, Nico runs back to his cabin, entire body tingling and cheeks aching with his grin.

[thearcherihardlyknowher]

Tell Me Not To Go

Pairing- Danny Wagner x Fem!reader

Summary: You and danny have worked together for three years now and he's gotten on your nerves since the first day you two met. What if, at a party, your hatred turns to something else?

Word count- 6.6k (give or take)

Warnings- 18+ mdni!!, alcohol consumption, degradation, oral (f. rec), fingering (f. rec)

A/N: oh my gosh my first gvf fic!! This has been in the works for like.. a year now. Apologies for any typos, this is very lightly edited!

The entire park is covered in a deep, spine-chilling dusk. Scare actors that range from zombies running at people, to clowns (you being one of them) jumping out of corners when people least expect it, are found at every corner. There's a fake fog that reeks of artificial, plastic cotton candy being distributed at every turn. Piercing shrieks from unsuspecting victims fill your ears and your head begins to pulse once again. The autumn chill nips at your exposed skin and makes your eyebrows furrow even more. You attempt to wrap your arms around your chest, trying to conserve your body heat, but you are unsuccessful due to a tight, black corset and a baseball bat that is covered in fake blood already occupying your hands. The short, black tutu you were wearing, ornated with colorful swirls, two layers of tights, and two sets of colorful leg warmers didn't help much to keep you warm either. You find yourself tucked into a dark corner, not looking to scare the wits out of anyone, but to try to get rid of your pulsing headache. However, your thoughts are interrupted when you feel a presence approaching behind you.

"You look real warm over here sweetheart," you hear the sarcasm oozing out of his voice.

"Daniel, what do you want?" You mutter through gritted teeth. You didn't even turn around to face him. Danny Wagner was the wrong person you wanted to be talking to while already having a temper building up.

"Just came over here to talk about the weather. Such a clear night we're having, don't you think?" He replies and you can hear the smirk in his tone.

"I have the worst headache and I'm freezing my ass off. Can you just not tonight?" You slowly turn around, now looking at him. Sometimes it caught you off guard when you saw him in scare makeup even though he's been wearing the same design for over three years. His face was painted white with big, black-painted triangles going from the tops of his eyebrows into the painted frown on his lips. There was more detail in it but you ignored it as your headache pulsated and started to make you lightheaded.

"Shit, Y/N are you okay?" He saw the look on your face and now his voice was immediately rid of any teasing and was laced with worry. "I'm gonna go get you a drink, just stay right here."

You just nodded softly before pressing your back against the wall of some building and sliding down it till you were sitting with your legs out in front of you.

Danny came back quite fast and bent down to where you were. As he handed you the opened bottle, he placed a firm hand on your shoulder and just stared at you with concern littering his painted expression. After taking a bigger sip than anticipated, you set the bottle down next to you, closed your eyes, and tried to take a breath.

"You okay now?" He asked softly, breaking the silence between you two. His eyes lingered on your face, tracing over your features. You felt your face heat up at the attention but you shook it off.

"Yeah, I think so," you mumbled as you stood up, wiping the dirt off your skirt. Your headache was still there, but it was a dull ache now. He got up as well but he had an unrecognizable look on his face. "Is there something on my face?" You sighed, ready to wipe it away.

"Well yeah, but no," he stammered. He reached his hand towards your face and his fingers barely brushed your already parting lips. "You should fix that," he says smirking, right after he smudges your painted clown nose.

"Oh you fucker," you groan as you slap his hand away from your face. You pull out your phone to see your reflection and sure enough, he messed up the paint on your nose. Just as your head snapped up, ready to berate him, he was gone.

You just huffed as you stomped off to your dressing room to fix your makeup. You walked into the small, dimly lit dressing room which reeked of paint and you sat down at the vanity. You dipped your brush into the red face paint before redrawing the clown nose onto your own. Once you're satisfied with your makeup, you tease your hair a bit more, taking a comb and raking it in the opposite way of your hair. You decide that's enough staring at yourself and you smooth your skirt out before heading back out. You roam around for a bit, taking pleasure in the screams you receive from random passersby as you jump at them. You end up popping out of the artificial fog to scare these two teenage girls. You snicker as they both squeal, clinging onto each other. You walk out of the fog to introduce yourself to them with a smirk.

As you were taking a picture with one of the girls, no older than 15, you felt his presence behind you. The friend who was taking the girl's picture, giggled as her friend didn't realize Danny was behind her. He poked the girl next to you with his finger and she let out a squeal.

He was laughing his ass off but managed to stick his hand out and introduce himself enthusiastically. "The name's Patches and this here, is my lovely wife Poptart, if you haven't already met her." You heard in his voice how he was reluctant to give you any sort of compliment, even just in character, but it filled you with pride. You brush off his introduction of you since you already introduced yourself before making small talk with the girls.

After they walk away and you waved to them, you hit Danny softly in the shoulder. "Asshole," you mutter under your breath before turning to walking away from him.

He grabs your hand before you can fully walk away and he spins you so you're facing him. "Watch your mouth, princess," he grits out, his jaw clenched with an expression you still cannot name. You scoff before shrugging him off and successfully stomping away.

-

The night was almost over; just one more hour till close and you couldn't wait to go home. You were standing around one of the bathrooms that were festively decorated with black balloons and stripes when you heard two familiar voices. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the same two teenage girls approaching Danny. You sneak a bit closer to hear them, ducking behind a colorful pop-up booth, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"Patches, can I ask you a question?" The taller girl with blonde hair asked.

"Yeah go ahead," Danny answered, cocking his eyebrow with genuine interest.

"So, how long have you and Poptart been married?"

"That's a really good question.." He seemed to ponder for a second before replying.  "Poptart! How long have we been married?!" He yelled out for you and his voice seemed to echo across the entire park.

You felt your cheeks heat up, getting caught off guard at the sudden mention of your character's name. You and Danny try to avoid each other every night, even though you're paired up as a couple. This is the most, in three years, that you and him have interacted in a single day. You ultimately have to walk up to them but you have to drag yourself over there.

"Well," you rub your chin as you pretend to think for a second. "It has to be at least 7 years."

You and him never really practiced your backstory as a "couple", never being able to stand each other for more than five minutes. You both just made things up on the spot.

The same girl asked another question. "Do you guys still love each other the same as you did when you met?"

You shift your weight as you take a sharp inhale. This was not the usual question you got. Most of the time you didn't even get questions, just screams.

"I would say I love her even more than when we first met." That was the last thing you expected out of Danny. Your head snapped in his direction as you stared at him, your lips slightly apart. Something about his comment made your stomach flutter. He nodded towards you, waiting for a response, but when he saw your reaction, he started to smirk.

You shake off your surprise before you finally respond. "I love him a whole lot more than I did back then. Not so much when he cheats on me though," you snickered as you decided to switch up the narrative and mess with him.

Both of the teenage girls gasped and you even heard him let out a small noise of surprise.

"I have never cheated on you! Don't listen to her." He leaned closer toward the girls and whispered. "She's crazy."

"Oh no, don't even! I saw you and that trash doll!" You yell at him with a slight grin, pretending to be upset. However, this whole ordeal ended up with you two having a screaming match, mostly for shits and giggles. The girls ended up scampering away and you broke into a fit of laughter. You glance over at him to see his eyes locked on you while he just chuckles. You inhale softly as you try to calm down from the previous incident. When you meet his eyes again, he nods slightly, signaling you to walk with him.

You and Danny settle into silence as you both are seated on a secluded bench, towards the back of the park. Since it was getting near the closing time, there was barely anyone around you guys. You swing your feet whilst staring at the ground, enjoying the quietness. You can still feel the chilly air piercing your skin through your clothes, but it doesn't bother you much. In fact, it's the last thing on your mind, your proximity to Danny takes occupancy of your thoughts.

"Are you going to that party tomorrow?" You heard him ask quietly beside you.

"Hmm?" You hum, softly turning your head to look at him. You weren't expecting any sort of conversation to come out of this.

"Y'know, the party that Josh is throwing for..." His voice trails off as his brows knit together. You watch his expression as he tries to remember the guy's name, who you've only met once when you were plastered at another one of Josh's parties. Honestly, you couldn't even remember his face. Josh was a mutual friend of yours that you met before you worked with Danny. Though Josh, you also met his brothers, which revealed a fact you didn't know previously. Danny was a staple in the boys's life so being close with them, meant having to tolerate him.

"Why do you care if I show up or not?" You huff out questionably as you look back down to your swinging feet.

"God, is there ever a time when you're not being a fucking brat?" He grumbles as he folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the back of the bench.

You feel a heat simmering in your lower stomach before you snap your head towards him. "Seriously? Why are you always like this? This is exactly why I can't stand even being around you." You get up from the bench before looking back at him.

"Have a good night," you grit through your teeth as you ditch the bench, leaving him behind. You hear him say something under his breath but you just roll your eyes.

You marched back to your dressing room, locking the door behind you, before you started to get ready to leave. Thankfully, the park was a few minutes away from closing time. You take down your teased pigtails and you begrudgingly brush your hair out before putting it back into a ponytail. You take a moment before deciding that you'll change when you get home so you strip off your skirt and leg warmers to slip on a pair of sweatpants over your tights. You slide on a random crewneck over your corset before sitting at your vanity. The old chair creaks under you and it causes an annoyed groan to fall softly from your lips. You grab your phone off the vanity desk to check it for the time, making sure the park is actually closed before you leave. Sure enough, it's 2 am, which means you're free to go. You put the pieces of your costume in your patterned tote bag before grabbing your keys and heading out of your dressing room.

As you're crossing the parking lot, you spot Danny getting into his car. His eyes meet yours for a split second before you look away, feeling your face flush. At first you feel like a kid getting caught sneaking into the cookie jar, but you brush off your burning cheeks as residual anger. You get into your car, tossing your bag into the seat next to you before driving away. You have to force yourself not to glance at him on your way out of the theme park.

Soon enough, you pull into your driveway. You sigh from relief previous to turning the car off. You unlock your front door and when you enter your house, you're met with the familiar smell of lavender and a soft vanilla, and you slip your shoes off. You trudged up the stairs before padding your way into your room. You drop down on your bed, plopping face down with a grumble. The feeling of your soft, cool sheets against your skin makes you want to fall asleep forever. However, you're painstakingly aware of the uncomfortable corset under your looser fitting clothes wrapped over it. You force yourself up to get changed out of your sweats and your crewneck, so you can unlace your corset and strip off your tights. You slip out of your clothes before grabbing a satiny silk robe from the back of your bedroom door. You then wandered to grab clean pajamas from your drawer before heading into your bathroom.

You're thankful for the soft smile light illuminating the bathroom, as it's not too harsh on your eyes. You set your clean pajamas on the marbled bathroom counter before letting the robe drop from your body. You reach into your shower, turning the knob till it's sweltering hot. You grab your brush off the cold counter before taking out your lazy ponytail and getting the majority of the tangles out. You set the brush back in its original place before turning the knob on the shower so it's a bit cooler, but still steaming up the bathroom. You hop in and you let the heated water run down your body and through your hair.

-

After your shower, you collapse back into your bed before scrolling aimlessly on your phone, swiping in and out of different apps waiting for exhaustion to take over.

Your phone vibrates and you look up to see a notification that Sam texted you. Your eyebrow raises before reading it.

Sammy: I know Danny already bugged you about it, but will you pleasee come to the party tomorrow? or, technically later today.

You roll your eyes at his technicality. You pinch the bridge of your nose as you try to come up with a response. Sure it would be fun to get out of the house since you don't go anywhere but work, but on the other hand, Danny's gonna be there and there's no doubt in your mind that he'll be an absolute menace. You decide to respond to Sam whenever you wake up and you plug your phone in before setting it on your nightstand.

You end up sleeping on and off all night and you finally opt to just get up. You take a second to let your eyes adjust before stretching your arms above your head. You grab your phone from your nightstand with a yawn. You open your phone to see the chat with Sam that you still haven't replied to. You throw your phone down on your bed before shuffling to your bathroom. You go pee, wash your hands and your face, and you brush your teeth as you try to think of what to say back to Sam. You take a deep breath before padding back into your room. You grab your phone off your blankets before you grumble and typing out a short response.

You: I'll be there

As the day goes on, you're able to get a few errands done, trying to be productive before the dreaded chore later. You look at the time on your phone as you're sitting on the edge of your bed and you see it's now nearing 8 pm, so you decide to get ready. You huff as you search through your clothes, trying to pick something to wear. Finally, a short, lilac dress caught your eye. You took it off the hanger and you tried it on. You ran your hands down your body, smoothing out the dress as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was a silky dress that fit around your curves perfectly and put an emphasis on your cleavage. You just gave yourself a smirk in the mirror as you walked into your bathroom to start on your hair. You're stuck between leaving your hair down and natural or putting it into a braid. You end up choosing the latter and you put your hair into a loose braid. You don't do anything different with your makeup, just mascara, eyeliner, and a bit of lip gloss. Your phone buzzes on the bathroom counter and you put down your lip gloss to pick your phone up and read it.

Sammy: Hey, I'll pick you up in 5?

You: Sounds great

You grab a pair of chunky, white heels from your closet and you slip them on. You put your phone into a little white purse as you go downstairs into the living room to wait for Sam.

Soon, your living room is illuminated with his headlights and you walk out to his car with a grin. You go to sit in the passenger seat, but there you see Danny sitting there with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Your face flashes red with anger but you open the door and slide into the backseat, begrudgingly.

"What the hell, Sam? You could've warned me that there would be an insufferable asshole joining us," you grumble as you cross your arms over your chest.

"You're not exactly tolerable either, princess," Danny replies with a growl.

"Okay ladies, calm down. You guys can handle a 10-minute car ride," Sam retorts as he looks at you and Danny with a stern look before pulling out of your driveway. He then suggests with a smirk, "wouldn't it be easier just to hook up and get rid of the sexual tension than argue all the time?"

You make a fake throwing-up sound as your face is dusted with a light flush at his proposal. "Never in a million years, Samuel."

"I second that, Sam that's disgusting," Danny says with a wince.

You roll your eyes at his comment, feeling a pang of annoyance shoot through you. Sam just shrugs as he continues driving. Thankfully, the car ride wasn't too unbearable, and you guys got to Josh's quicker than expected. The second Sam parks, you swing open your door as you walk up the driveway and you enter Josh's house. You're met with your favorite smell of him; patchouli with a hint a woodsy fragrance. You greet Josh with a smile and a huge hug. He leans into your embrace as he squeezes your shoulder.

"Hey mama, how've you been?" He asks you with a grin, leaving his arm lingering around you. Out of the group, you're definitely closest to Josh. You and him just clicked the second you met a few years ago and you've been best friends since.

"Oh y'know," you respond with a shrug. "Danny's a pain in my ass, Sam's.. well he's Sam, and I haven't talked to Jake in a while."

"Well luck is on your side, mama," he declares. "Jake's here.. somewhere and there should be enough people here soon that you won't have to see Danny at all."

"Thank the lord," you say with a huff. "You should point me in the direction of the alcohol," you add while wiggling your eyebrows.

Josh just chuckles before nodding to the kitchen. "It's all in there, help yourself."

You do exactly that. You walk into the kitchen and you find the nearest bottle of alcohol, which happened to be tequila, and a shot glass. You pour yourself a shot before grabbing another glass to pour one more. "Josh, come take one with me!" You call out to him, standing with two shots in hand. He enters the kitchen with a smirk.

"Fine, only if you're forcing me to." He takes one of the shot glasses out of your hand and you clink yours with his before throwing it back. You relish the way the alcohol burns your throat, enjoying the slight buzz you feel coursing through your veins already. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a bunch of people already trailing in, Sam and Danny being part of the bunch. You lock eyes with Danny but you watch his eyes leave yours as they trail down your body, slowly. You chew your lip as you feel your face get hot and you pour one more shot for you and Josh. After knocking the second one back, you try not to look in Danny's direction as you find other people to mingle with.

After having a full conversation with a stranger whose name you're sure you won't remember tomorrow, you watch as even more people flood in. You're bopping and weaving through the crowd, dying to find a familiar face. From the living room, you see Sam leaning over the counter to grab a bottle of liquor for a drink in the kitchen and you sigh in relief. You trail into the kitchen as you walk back into the familiar space.

"Just the person I wanted to see," you say with a small smile. "Any chance you can make me a drink too?"

Sam's head shoots up when he hears you. He smiles as he responds, "Y/N, I was wondering where you went. Yeah, of course, I can. Anything in particular you want?"

You shake your head. "Just something strong," you say adamantly while leaning against the counter next to him. You feel a certain pair of eyes on you but you ignore it. Furthermore, you ignore the flutter that grows in your stomach from the unexpected, but not unwelcome attention. Sam slides you a drink and you take it without a second thought. You take a sip before humming in approval.

"Damn, I didn't know you were such a bartender," you giggle as you take another sip. "What is this?"

"Why thank you," he replies smugly. "It's just a simple margarita. I saw you taking shots with Josh earlier so I assumed you at least tolerated tequila."

"You shouldn't usually assume but god. This is insanely good, thank you," you praise him carefully so as not to inflate his ever-growing ego.

He just shrugs with that cocky look still plastered onto his face. His gaze wanders towards the crowd before he elbows you softly. "You are aware that Danny has been staring at you since we got here, right?" He whispers into your ear.

You just roll your eyes before taking a bigger swig of your drink. "Whatever, I'm sick of him already and I've barely spoken to him tonight." Of course Danny was attractive, you'll give him that, but you couldn't stand him in general.

"Give the poor guy a chance, Y/N. By the looks of it, he looks as if he's about to come over and rip your dress off," he smirks before you jab him with your elbow and his expression turns to a wince.

"That's vile, inappropriate, and absolutely not gonna happen," you grumble before chugging the rest of your drink. "C'mon, let's go dance," you mutter as you grab his hand to drag him to the open living room, where there's loud music bleeding from the speakers. He just chuckles before grabbing your waist as you sway to the music. A few songs are able to play before Sam leans into your ear.

"I'm gonna go find something else to do before Daniel comes over here to rock my shit, good luck." You just groan as you watch Sam walk back to the kitchen, leaving you in the crowd of dancing people. You shake it off as you continue jumping and swaying to the music. You feel a pair of hands land on your hips from behind and you snap your head over your shoulder. You exhale softly when you see it's just Jake. You smile at him, as a way to say hi, since the music is too loud to try to have a conversation. He smiles back at you before copying your swaying movements, keeping his hands attached to you. Jake Kiszka has always been a natural flirt, whether or not he realizes it, so his actions don't surprise you one bit.

Suddenly, you feel him pull away from you too and you furrow your brows as you turn around to see what's wrong. The second you spin around, you're faced with Danny, whose expression is dripping with anger.

"What the hell," you mutter before you're getting pulled into a small hallway in the maze that is Josh's house. "Danny, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" You grit through your teeth.

"What do I think I'm doing?" He repeats your words, clenching his jaw. "You're out there rubbing yourself all over my friends like a fucking whore," he snarls out.

You feel the heat from yesterday simmering in your stomach again at his degrading words. You push that feeling to the side before responding to him. "Excuse me? Last time I checked, it's none of your business what I do with my body," you hiss.

He just lets out a breathy chuckle. "If you wanted to be fucked that bad, sweetheart, you could've asked."

Your face heats up tremendously as you hear the vulgar insinuation come out of his mouth. You feel a faint throbbing in your core. "I.. what- no," you stumble out in disbelief that he would ever say that to you.

"Deny it all you want, but based on your lips that are already parting, sweetheart," he coos while trailing his thumb over your bottom lip before continuing. "Your dilated pupils, and the fact that you're squeezing your thighs together so hard, you might just fall over," he leans into your ear as he whispers. "I think you're lying."

"What in the world has gotten into you?" You mutter as you put your hands on his shoulders to push him back slightly. He isn't wrong though; without realizing it, your thighs were clamped together, unconsciously searching for friction.

He takes your chin in between his fingers. "I'm sick of you walking around like you're above everyone, I think someone needs to take you down a peg," he says, his voice extremely low.

You feel your breath hitch as he presses you against the wall in the hallway. "People can see us, y'know," you snarl.

He barks out a laugh before his hand grabs the beginning of your braid sitting at the nape of your neck. He grips your hair tightly as he tugs your head back so you're looking at him. "That's the part you're worried about?"

You let out a tiny whimper that you attempted to swallow down but failed. "Danny, what are you trying to do? Because if you're trying to get me into bed, this is not the way," you growl as you feel his grip tighten a bit.

He lets out a low groan at the sound of your whimper. "Shut up," he huffs before attaching his lips to yours. You're frozen in shock for a moment before cupping his face with both your hands to bring him in closer. He slots his knee between your thighs as he pins you firmly against the wall. You feel his tongue dart out to lick your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. You groan into the kiss as his tongue explores your mouth. Your tongues fight for dominance for a short moment before he tugs your head back by your hair again.

"What happened to 'everybody can see us'?" He looks down at you with a smirk as he mocks you. You're already a panting mess and he's barely done anything.

"Fuck you," you grumble as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him back into another heated kiss. He chuckles into the kiss, letting you take control for a moment before pulling away again.

"You'd like that right about now, wouldn't you? What if I just leave you here, panting like a bitch, waiting for someone to pay attention to her dripping cunt?" His crass words make your face flush again. The muted ache in your core became a needy throb you couldn't ignore. Your hips jerked forward and your clit rubbed perfectly against his knee. You felt your legs almost give out below you as your eyes fluttered shut. You hear him mutter a small "shit" before he lets go of your hair, grabs your hand, and pulls you into a random guest room.

He quickly shut the door and locked it behind you before forcing you against it and slamming his lips into yours again. You moaned into the kiss as he threw you around like a doll. He forced your head back by tangling his fingers into your hair once more before leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He found one specific spot that made your back arch away from the door and you felt him smirking as he continued the assault on said spot. You tangle your fingers in his hair as you let his name fall out of your mouth in small whispers.

"Shit, Y/N," he groaned into your neck. He let his hands roam all over your body before stopping at your hips to grip them in a possessive way. You bring his head up from your neck to lock your lips with his, admiring the familiarity that's growing in the foreign action. His lips move against yours desperately. You gasp into the kiss as you untangle your hand from his hair, opting to explore his upper half. You run your hands into his button-up shirt that only has two buttons keeping it closed, tracing small patterns on his soft skin before raking your nails down his chest. You feel him shutter before his tongue begs for permission back into your mouth. You gladly oblige as you whine into the open-mouthed kiss.

Your breathing becomes increasingly heavier but you refuse to lose contact. He gathers your lower lip between his teeth as he bites down before sucking it into his mouth to soothe it. Another whine escapes you and his grip on your hips grows tighter. He leads you backward and you feel the edge of the bed hit the back of your knees before he throws you onto the white, silky sheets. Your legs involuntarily part and you see his eyes grow darker as he gazes down at you.

"I knew you were a slut. Look at you, legs wide open," he mutters as he kneels on the bed in front of you, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs. He looks up at you for approval and you eagerly nod your head. He lets out a low chuckle before planting small kisses going up from your knee. He hikes your dress up so it sits above your hips as he continues kissing higher. You feel your breath staggering as he gets closer and closer to your throbbing center. Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip as you take it in between your teeth.

"You're soaking through your panties, sweetheart," he coos while running a finger over the dark red cotton covering your folds. Your hips jerk into his touch as a small moan falls from your lips. He looks up from your clothed cunt to ask for silent permission and you nod extremely eagerly. Normally, you'd be embarrassed by the speed at which you responded, but with the extreme throb in your core, you couldn't care less. He pulls your panties to the side before gazing at the slight glimmer of arousal leaking out of you. He finally slides two fingers through your folds gently. After a few swipes, his fingers land on your swollen clit, rubbing slow and soft circles into it.

Your back arches slightly as your jaw falls slack at his touch. "Shit," you sigh as your hands reach down to tangle your hands in his hair. You gaze down to see the obscene sight of him smirking with his hand wrapped around your thigh, before giving a small, chaste kiss to your throbbing bundle of nerves. You inhale sharply before biting down on your lip to stop any more noises from falling out.

Danny just shakes his head while his fingers trail through your folds again. "Nuh-uh, if you want to act like a needy bitch, dripping all over the sheets for me, you can let everyone out there hear how much of a whore you are," he grumbles out, his voice gravelly and full of lust.

"I hate you," you murmur before reaching one of your hands down to get the job done yourself. Danny's eyes darken before he grabs your wrists and pins them on either side of your hips.

"Don't even think about it. I'll give this pretty pussy what she needs, just be patient," he smirks. You just throw your head back with a grumble, staring at the ceiling, while waiting for him to do something. You can feel yourself leaking onto the sheets even more from how badly you need his touch, which was unusual considering you hated him. Before you can even second-guess your feelings, you feel his soft lips on your clit again, and you gasp. You can feel his hot tongue lapping through your core. His tongue continues his assault at your slick entrance before flicking back up to your clit. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud a few times before he sucks it into his mouth. You moan softly as you feel the muscles in your lower stomach already tightening and your hips thrust against his face.

You attempt to grab at his hair to pull him in closer but the restraint he has on your wrists stops you. He frees your clit before his tongue laps at it quickly. You feel hot blood running through your veins as pleasure courses through you. He lets go of one of your hands to tease your entrance with his middle finger. A small whimper falls through your lips as your free hand tangles itself in his hair. You can feel his nose bump against your clit before he flattens his tongue and licks a long stripe up your core. His middle and ring fingers enter you, and you let out a loud whine as he curls them, barely brushing the spot you need him in the most. You moan out, jerking your hips into him to try and chase that feeling again. He sneers maliciously and curls his fingers directly into that spot this time and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Fuck! Danny, do that again, please," you plead as your hips twitch and jerk forward. Danny just hums before taking your clit into his mouth, his teeth just barely grazing it as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. A string of moans falls from your lips as you grip his hair harder, feeling yourself getting closer to your orgasm already. Danny can feel you clenching around his finger and he pulls both his hand and his mouth away from you.

"What the hell," you practically growl out. Danny just has a shit-eating grin on his face as his dark, hooded eyes meet yours.

"I'm sorry, did you need something?" He asks while taking a step back away from the bed. You sit up, chest heaving, your face littered with confused dispersed across your face. Your eyes trace down his body, landing on the prominent tent in his black, ripped jeans before trailing up to see his chest peaking through his multicolored button-up. His chest was decorated with a simple necklace chain with a black onyx crystal adorning it. Your senses are overwhelmed with him. The way he smells of sweet eucalyptus and mint drives you nuts as you can hear his soft pants leaving his mouth. Your eyes flicker up to meet his and you see them overridden with desire.

"I need you," you mumble, your face heating up as the words fall from your tongue.

His grins grows even wider. "Me? Why me? I thought you hated me, princess?"

Your eyes gaze down to see him unbuckling his belt and a heat flashes over your entire body. "I.." Your voice trails off as you're almost hypnotized by him sliding off his belt. He stops there and you give him a confused look.

"Answer the question, honey," he spurs you on.

"You're already here, might as well finish what you came here for," you huff as you tilt your head back against the pillow, purposefully avoiding his gaze.

"Well actually, I came here for a party so," he whispers, his voice comes out low from need.

"Don't be a dick, you know what I mean," you croak out, your legs parting ever so slightly more.

"Say it, pretty girl." He tilts your chin up with two fingers as his dark eyes lock onto yours. "Ask for what you really want."

You chew your lip, stuck between begging for more and stubbornly wanting to push his limits. You let out a small whine of displeasure as you see him take another step back, sliding his belt back into the loops of his pants.

"Danny, c'mon now," you squeak out after sitting up, squeezing your thighs together, trying to get any type of friction.

"You know what you're supposed to do, princess, beg for it," his voice is rough and thick as he instructs you.

You simply cross your arms over your chest stubbornly, not wanting to give in.

His eyes flutter closed for a brief moment before he runs his hand through his hair. He towers over you, his expression now softened from the initial lust that littered his face. "Say it or tell me not to go," his voice comes out low but somehow soft.

Your breath hitches at his threat to leave and your mind starts to come to, more rational thoughts beginning to surface. This was your supposed enemy, this guy was basically your best friend's brother, this was your co-worker.

Danny immediately sees the change in your demeanor and he sighs. He cups your face gently whilst nodding slightly. "I'll see you at work, yeah?" he says softly before fixing his shirt, smoothing it out before walking out of the room. He shuts the door without even looking back at you. You blink back surprised tears from the suddenness of it all.

What the actual fuck.

-

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

hi!!! congratulations on your 1k followers!! your blog is so great and you deserve each one of them!! i wanted to request a ficlet with the following picks: P, zombie apocalypse au, hurt comfort and 🔪!! can't wait to see what you come up with, congratulations again!! -@steveseddie

Aw, that's so lovely, thank you! This one was a lot of fun to figure out, and of course it has grown a little plot already. 😅

My world ends (without you)

Rated: E (for blood and violence)

Words: 997

Tags: Zombie Apocalypse AU; Established relationship; Blood and violence; Steve Harrington whump

One time, shortly after they lost Eddie, Max asked Steve if he never got mad. She didn't look at him, just continued staring ahead, knees hugged to her chest. Her face was dotted crimson from their latest run-in with the dead, like a smattering of extra freckles.

“Do you even care at all? About what happened to Eddie?” 

“Of course,” Steve said, fingernails digging crescents into his palm. “He was my friend.” 

She huffed. “Friend, yeah. Whatever. Point is, I'd be furious at these undead fuckheads, but you? You're so calm. I don't get it.” 

Steve hummed, thinking about how to explain. 

“Of course I'm mad,” was what he settled on. “But you gotta keep a level head, or you'll do stupid things. I got you kids to protect. And besides, you think those undead fuckheads asked for this? It's the damn virus that's screwing us all over.” 

It's funny how he remembers this now, months later, huddled into the shelter of a tree and peeling his pants away from his bleeding leg. Part of him is still hoping it's something else - that he cut himself falling through that window, that one of his last bullets ricocheted and got him, fuck, please anything but this. 

But it is. 

The teeth marks in his flesh, the way the wound is already festering and turning black, tell him all he needs to know. 

“Fuck!” he swears, falling backwards and staring up at the darkening sky through stinging eyes. His hand twitches for his gun - he'd rather end it now than happening upon Robin or the kids later - but then he remembers he's out of ammunition. There's nothing he can do. 

Nothing but lie here and let the fever take him and hope that whoever finds him puts a quick end to it. 

*

He doesn't expect to wake up again, not as himself. When he does, his head is cradled in someone's lap and for a moment, he thinks he's back at their camp with Robin, that it was all a nightmare. But then he realizes he's still in the forest and the pain in his leg hits him like a ton of bricks. 

“-quite the number on you, huh, big boy?” 

Steve's groan turns into a gasp. 

“Eddie? This isn't real, you're dead.” 

Eddie grins, briefly. It tugs on the big, gnarly scar covering his jaw and the side of his face, just where Steve saw him get bitten. Then, his face settles back into grim determination. 

“How long?” 

Steve blinks against the confusion and the fever. “Huh?” 

“Your leg, Stevie. How long since the bite?” 

“I … I dunno,” Steve slurs. His head is pounding. He's burning inside. “Few hours?” 

Eddie nods. “Gotta be quick then. Sorry, this is gonna hurt like a bitch.” 

He places Steve's head on the ground, bustling around with something in the fire he has built next to their spot.

“What’re you-” Steve starts to say, trying to sit. That's when he realizes his wrists are tied above his head and panic kicks alive behind his ribcage. “Eddie?” 

When Eddie turns, he's holding a knife. The blade is glowing orange.

“No,” Steve breathes, feebly straining against his bonds. “Nonono, Eddie, please!” 

“Hey,” Eddie says. “Remember when we first met?” 

The question comes from so far out of left field that Steve forgets to struggle. Eddie’s eyes are dark and serious in the firelight. 

“You said to make it outta this, we gotta trust each other. You trust me?” 

Steve doesn’t even hesitate. He nods. Eddie smiles, brief but pleased. 

“Then let's go.” 

Something nudges against Steve’s lips, something dry and leathery - a belt. 

“You'll wanna bite down on something,” Eddie says, regret in his eyes. “Believe me.” 

Swallowing down the humiliation burning in his throat, Steve opens his mouth. 

“Atta boy,” Eddie praises, but the joke falls flat between them. “Let's fucking do this.” 

And Steve's world disappears behind a wall of pain. 

*

“Y’know,” Eddie murmurs. He's propped them up against the tree trunk, Steve’s head tucked under his chin, fingers combing Steve's sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. “I'd be lying if I told ya I never thought of tying you up and gagging you with my belt, but this was not what I imagined.” 

Steve scoffs weakly, eyes straying down to his bandaged leg. “Did it work?” 

Eddie shrugs. “Think so. Henry says you gotta cut the infection out before it spreads, but how much time you got depends on a lot of factors. Your fever seems to be under control , so that's good, but lemme know if you develop any unusual cravings. Brains, raw meat, that kinda-” 

“Woah, hold on, who's Henry? Did he …” 

Eddie interrupts his ramble when Steve’s fingers find the new scar on his jaw. He allows Steve to map the shape of it for a while before catching his fingers and pressing a kiss to them. 

“Yeah. He's head of a safe zone, about twenty miles north from here. He's a scientist … well, used to be, and … Stevie, he thinks he knows how to cure it.” 

“What? Eddie, that's incredible, where- We gotta tell the others, we gotta-” Steve has hardly startled upright when Eddie guides him back down. 

“Right now, honey, all we gotta do is let you rest. Plenty of time to break the good news to the others tomorrow.” 

And maybe it's the pain, or maybe it's the blood loss, or maybe it's the overwhelming bliss of having Eddie back, but Steve doesn’t find it in himself to argue. 

“Alright,” he whispers, letting his head sag against Eddie’s chest and allowing the gentle rhythm of his beating heart to lull him to sleep. “Just … don't leave again.” 

Eddie kisses the top of his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” 

He's broken that promise before. There's no guarantee he won't break it again, not in this fucked up nightmare they live in. But Steve trusts him. 

That has to be enough. 

Man, that Henry sounds like a swell fella, I'm sure nothing will go wrong.

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[ganondoodle]

Since you said it's ok to send you random ask, i've always found your "monsters" design to be really really gorgeous, and I wanted to know : in any form of media you've interacted with, what's PEAK monster design for you ?

i have been thinking about this ask alot bc ... i dont ... know? theres a problem with what counts as a monster really too, most are either some sort of anthro/furry or the horror gore type of monster that instills you more with disgust than awe

i guess theres some i really like but idk if thats what id call 'peak' (though its rarely JUST the design but their vibe and stuff too);

(its a lot of zelda.. sorry)

Eldra, Farodra and Naydra (engl Dinraal, Farosh(?)) though Eldra is def my fav one of them, i like how they are a little more less typical dragon- with the fur around the neck the floppy ears and kinda goofy face yet manage to be the most ethereal, awe inspiring creature i have ever seen in a game with how they act and are presented as (in BOTW!!! do not mention anythign sonau/zonai with stupid magic pebbles to me about them i will manifest worms into your tea)

Leunen (Lynels) (botw) -i could not find a better picture wtf, fav are white and silver ones) FINE they had some pretty neat new horn designs in totk- idk i just like them alot, rather simple if you think about it, horse lion plus horns- but its so well put together it just kinda scratches my brain in a good way (also how intelligent they clearly are, like the way they fight and act and also even their death animation is so??? huh?? you are just gonna treat them like any other mindless monste- *remmbers they treat ganondorf even even worse all things considered* .. nevermind you're good)

'Beast' Ganondorf (twilight princess) its my favorite beast ganon design (even if it technically is just kinda a man boar .. again) though if ww gan had a non puppet beast form that one would most definitely be my fav lol (i will not get over the fact that some descriptions call this a hideous beast EXCUSE ME???? WHERE???) (honorable mention here, darkbest ganon from botw, pig on fire but it looks cool as fuck)

Nimbusgarde (ww) .. (engl .. darknuts?) do i need to say anything? (i could throw alot of ww design here) not sure if it counts as monster but they are not human so ????

the pathless bosses- (here in order, Cernos, the Godslayer, and Kumo) all of them are rad as hell (except for the final version of the godslayer ... liek im sorry but it looks to boring compared to any other one lol) again not just the design but man do i love them

since i dont know what would count as a monster or no i could just list my fav characters here bfmjbfmjsbmj like radahn (elden ring) is just kinda a zombie, aurelion sol (league of legends) is a space dragon, the forest god in princess mononoke, Narisha (skyward sword- sky whale)- i could go on but this post is long already (honorable mention to Omus in nausicäa, weird bugs but also something divine, though it is much more how they are treated and the vibe etc)

in all honesty though i cant think of one that i would describe as perfect, what i want of a monster design is to be ... cool but also a little weird, big hulking monsters that have something off about them and something that makes them 'other', but also not, as much as i like bloodborne, just bloody gory messes of rotting flesh, AND not just as a monster to kill, i just crave a game or otherwiese piece of media where the cool monsters arent just there for you to kill- the perfect one i guess would be something kinda big scary weird and off but while non verbal clearly not a mindless beast?

and here is the thing; my own characters do not furfill that, my designs are really rather conservative, much to my dismay, anthro of a mix of animals, maybe an extra arm thrown in- Eadrya, one of my favorites, is really just a blueish furry (yes they have fur) and their demon form is a mix of seals and catfish with some extra arms, too many teeth and a mouth that goas wayy to far (if they want) - Shargon is a feather dude with extra arms and his demon form is really just a chinese type dragon crossed with a bird, throw some darts at the color wheel, done

together with my problem of my monster characters losing their 'otherness' vibe within the story rather fast bc the majority of my characters are non human and speak and you see them in all sorts of emotions and parts of life- they lose that divine, unknown vibe and i HATE that that happens, i want them more akin to the forest god in mononoke but thats not possible unless i start from scratch

and i really dont mean to make myself look bad to sound self depre- ... however you spell that; i really am rather dissatisfied with my own designs but mostly just roll with what i got bc i never seem to be able to actually achieve what i want

even my redesigns often really make things LESS interesting (unless maybe the og was just ... human, but they are blue eyed with golden hair and white so that makes them divine you seE-), the skyward sword dragons as i redesigned them made them much more classical dragon, in part intentional bc i was drawing a connection of them becoming the botw dragons at some point, but by all means the canon design is much more weird and unusual than what i did with them, you could apply the same to even demise, his canon design might seem a little uninspired but really what did i do? inject him with some classic satan spice like that makes it in any way less stereotypical evil demon ??? lol

im sorry this post devolved into whatever this is but i really am trying to answer sincerely, i am confused about it myself, what counts as a monster, what doesnt, there must be more that i really loved but why cant i think of them, why do i design characters like this when i really want something much more different, i dont know, i feel like my brain is in a cage, why do i keep making things less interesting in an effort to make it interesting, am i falling into the corporate trap of cool sells who am i what am i doing

(theres a zelda artist with a style so strikingly genuis in shape, color and just .. DESIGN that i want to chew my nails off bc i cannot design like them, their designs and redesigns are so different yet sensical and so full of crisp shapes i have never seen before it drives me nuts and i would want to give them a shoutout but i think they dont like me so aaaaarhekjbfhgdknbgdfklbg)

[jazztag]

A Cure for Soliture IXX

Amy looks at the Medic, and then turns back to the zombie who is clutching at her hand tight. W’s hazel eyes are afraid. Very much so, that the zombie is practically hiding behind her body. W doesn’t know her at all, but he is practically pleading Amy to not let him go. 

The woman furrows her brows, not understanding what kind of relationship these two have. M steps forward to W again, and the zombie trembles and hides his head under Amy’s arm. 

“What’s up with… him?” asks Amy to M. The Medic sighs. Something’s up, she decides, but now’s not the time. She trows a glance towards Ward, who seems unimpressed.  

“W” tries M again, and his voice is softer, like talking to a bounded animal “Come here, please” His posture, minutes before violent and unaprochable, relaxes bit by bit. Medic’s shoulders drop a little, and he finally puts his gun aside, again inside his inner coat poket. W seems to sniff the air, as if cheking for danger. 

“N-no hurt-ee-ing?” mumbles W. M nods. Amy, speechless after hearing the literal zombie speak, looks around at the rest of the crowd. Nobody seems to have heard him, too, being fairly away. But the soldier has heard him. That’s not normal in a fourth phase, thinks the woman. That is literally impossible. 

W frees himself from her embrace, and bit by bit starts taking some steps towards M. The Medic, not wanting to move in case he scares the zombie away, can’t help but feel pity at his state. He still has dried blood stains all over his face and neck, and without clothes, his body looks even more fragile and thin. M grits his teeth, thinking how inhumane these zombies are being treated, stripped down like pigs in a farm.  

W reaches M and stops right before him. He is hugging himself, still trembling like a leaf. The Medic, quite tall in comparison to the zombie, kneels down and raises one arm towards the creature. The entire room awaits in awe for what comes next. 

“Now, I need you to bite me, as hard as you can, ok?” 

W blinks twice, something that takes almost half a minute to do so. He then steps back a little, sudden bad memories flooding his mind again. 

“N-no…” he mutters, not wanting to hurt M again, not wanting to get himself hurt too. 

“W. Please. I won’t get mad at you.” 

W doesn’t understand anything. 

“I won’t get mad at you never again.” 

The zombie walks towards the human again. The crowd can’t heard a word that has been said, but Ward, from where he stands, has his eyes glued on the zombie. W leans his head to the side, thinking about it. He raises his left hand, his pinkie poking out. 

“P-pinkie p-ro-moice?” 

W scoffs- W has that power over any situation to deescalate it with his weirdness. He nods. Then closes his fist and handles him his forearm. 

The crowd yells in awe as W bites M. A couple of people start running towards the Medic, but Ward stops them. 

“It’s ok. It’s ok” says M, standing up again. Amy runs towards W again to protect him from the other people, and the Medic, while bleeding profusely from the bite, searches for a bandage in his inner poket. He applies pressure on it and bandages himself with skill. It isn’t the first time, notices the soldier. 

Everyone has eyes on M, now. Some people start walking away, not wanting to look. The Medic takes out a wrist clock, and starts counting the seconds. 

“Do we have a test in hand” yells at Ward’s direction. The man, looks around, and someone runs towards him with a cardboard box. 

“What the shit are you trying to prove, my boy” asks nervously the man, throwing him the test, not daring to walk towards M nor approach. 

Everyone stays away from the three of them. Amy, still by W’s side, doesn’t say a word while observing how M takes the test material out from the box and starts preparing the kit, taking the needle out from its plastic protection.  

“It usually takes up to three minutes for the cells to get fully infected and for the material to get spread out though the entire system and therefore, brain” explains M while cheking again at his clock. Everyone watches in awe as the Medic explains everything calmly. Any other in his place would start praying, or maybe crying. Making amends. Shooting themselves on the head, before starting to experience the first symptoms: a strong and piercing migraine on the left side of the brain. 

“These tests are 98% veridic towards detecting the virus in someone’s fluids” keeps explaining M. He checks again at his watch, and when it starts counting the fourth minute, M takes out his index finger into the small orifice of the test and pulls at the small device, making the needle stick out and draw blood. He pulls up his bloody finger and sticks it into the container, and waits. 

“Did you find out the cure? Is that what you are trying to prove?” asks Ward, still in shock. The Medic looks at W, and the zombie leans his head towards the side. 

“No” lies M. He looks towards Ward again. “I’m proving the virus can mutate and stop getting spread.” M finally releases his finger from the test device, and without looking at the device little paper screen, trows it towards Ward. The big man tries not to touch the plastic thingy. He turns it upwards with his foot, and there is it. One bar. 

“Only one?” asks Ward, incredulous. Other people decide to come closer towards the test aswell, just to see it with their own eyes. 

“You can wait for it, but it won’t turn into two” says M, defiant. He then points at W. who is still grabbing at Amy’s coat, untrustful “That’s progress, Ward” 

The crowd look at W at once, and the zombie looks scared by the sudden reaction. He cleans himself from M’s blood, and looks down at his feet. 

“He’s untransmittable, yeah” 

Still nobody seems to want to approach nor do anything towards M, Amy and the zombie. The Medic, acting fast, takes W by the hand.  

“What you’re gonna do about it, huh? That’s Protocol T, still, or not? Humour me.” 

Ward, speechless, steps to the side. And then M starts walking away, taking W with him by the hand. Amy, following close behind, faces the crowd, rifle in hand, guarding their exit. 

“No funny stuff or I’m calling my guys” she tells Ward, before exiting the room as well. 

Once outside, M takes a couple of breaths before turning to W and cheking the zombie’s state. The creature is still trembling. Afraid, cold, hurt. He is still overhelmed by the attention he got inside. And now the dry dusty floor of the exterior is hurting his feet aswell. The Medic examines his neck and shoulders, without finding new bounds aside from the one in his chest, still bloody and sore. 

“We are gonna take care of that when we get home, ok?” 

The zombie trembles more as a response. 

Amy gets to the pairs side. “We should hurry, I don’t like the outbounds. Who knows what they are talking about inside. Let’s leave before we can.” 

M nods, but not before taking out his coat. 

W is still looking down at his feet and looking sad when he suddenly feels some warm weight on his shoulders. He looks up and there is M, buttoning his coat onto him and making sure the cloth stays put in his place. It fits huge on the zombie, looking more like a robe. The inner cloth has synthetic fur, and W can feel it tickle on his skin. 

“Sorry I had to make you do that” mumbles M, looking away from W. “But they won’t mess with us in the future, that’s for sure”. 

The zombie looks up at him. 

“Yyou are n-not ma-ad?” 

Medic pays him a look. W looks inmensely tired. Who knows what atrocities he may have found himself in, inside the complex. Maybe he doesn’t remember, tho. But his body surely does. 

“Come here” 

M grabs the creature into a firm embrace, letting his head rest onto his chest and letting his feet dangle on his side. Carrying him bridal style, Medic looks down to see W completely passed out on his hold the very same instant he hugs him towards his warm body. 

“I’m gonna take him home with me. Thanks for everything, Amelia” 

The woman looks at the both of them. Knowing how secretive M is of his whereabouts, she doesn’t complain. She has a lot of questions for the Medic, but decides not to press onto it. She just decides to ask the only pausable question, before leaving them be. 

“Are you sure you are ok” asks him one more time, keeping her tone low to not wake up the zombie in M’s arms. The Medic smiles, relaxing a bit. 

“I think we are now, yeah”. 

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[cbk1000]

Anyway, here is another preview of the infamous Train Fic. (There are three or so others I've posted previous to this; if you search the tag 'preview' on my blog, you can find all of them as well as some other bits and bobs.)

“So. Speaking of. Last night. And this morning. Are you--is this…some kind of experimentation? Because it’s fine. If it is,” Merlin said. “Obviously I wouldn’t say anything to anyone. If you just need to. I dunno. Burn off some frustrations.”

The shirt was open; and came down with Arthur's back still turned, with the voice coming to him from the room which simultaneously was too small and vast a thing between them. He imagined turning round, and saying openly into the open, that Merlin as usual was a gibbering cunt; was so obtuse, so worryingly, so curiously a devotee of that ancient art of mouth breathing that his brain, when last its feeble struggle was ended, ought to be given to science. It was not doing much good for him; but somewhere in a jar it might do good for human learning. But he would have to put himself, naked and trembling, into the world where Merlin would feel obligated to tenderness; and though he could have qualified the, ‘No, I love you’ with a blistering ‘you tit’ still he would have had to offer it hopelessly in the first place. And so he said, whilst he was folding up the shirt to go beside the tie and jacket, “Yeah, sure.”

“Yeah. Ok. That’s Fine.” There was a little rustling, and then: “I guess you’re not as much of a prude about your sexuality as I thought. I mean, I don’t know if you remember, it was like a decade ago, but you did snog me just to convince my ex we were together at that Halloween party. Remember, the one where you went as like a zombie footballer or something and I was a vampire and I had to take my teeth out?”

“Vaguely,” said Arthur, who would have gone home with him after those ten transcendent seconds of tongue, and given up heterosexuality and virginity at once. 

“Yeah, I was trying to make him jealous, remember, so you went as my fake boyfriend, and he was like, ‘That’s your hetero footie mate you hang out with all the time, you pathetic arsehole’ and you walked up and put your arm round my shoulders and tried to kiss me but the teeth were in the way so I took them out and we made out a bit and it was kind of awful but he was really pissed off, so I won.”

“It was kind of awful?” Arthur demanded, throwing the shirt down. “Nobody has ever complained before.”

“Yeah, look, it was pretty obvious you’d never kissed a guy before. Plus you drank that really manky thing Morgana made out of, what was it, red wine and Coke? Your mouth was the scene of a crime.”

“What crime, the drink, or my kissing?” Arthur snapped.

“Don’t get your knickers in a knot, you were a 20-year-old straight guy; none of those kiss very well. And if it makes you feel any better, it wasn’t the worst I ever had. Do you remember Anna? She was that girl I started dating shortly after we moved in together? The blonde? Doing Asian and Middle Eastern Studies?”

Arthur, who remembered everyone who had slept with Merlin, whilst he put a pillow over his ear, to crush out the sound of others’ enjoyment, said, “Sounds a bit familiar, I suppose.”

“Yeah, well she used to, I dunno, almost unhinge her jaw or something, every time we snogged I felt like she was going to swallow my whole head, and it was like, ok, the sex is actually pretty good, what the hell is going on with her kissing, it was so bad I had to start avoiding it, because I tried to, you know, direct her a bit, like, look, you don’t have to actually put your whole mouth over my whole mouth and shove your tongue down my throat as hard as you can, and she never seemed to get that, so good luck to whoever the next bloke was, I guess. Anyway, all you did was use a little too much tongue.”

He was running to babble the way he always did when he was nervous, or trying to sell one of those absurd lies which he always pulled out of orifices even more indiscriminate than his arse, which never would have told a copper he was in the library after hours because he had been chasing after a stray cat: undoubtedly the criminal who had not only smashed the window, but made off with the librarian’s Jaffa Cakes. He was still standing in the doorway to the bathroom with one shoulder casually leant on the frame, as if he did not see much excitement in this new line which they were about to cross in their friendship; but the mouth was going on, quite independent of his brain, which must have been observing the tragedy in defenceless horror. It had gone to Oxford; not only gone, but winnowed out one of those firsts which were achieved by so small a percentage of students. Somehow the brain had done that, and was also doing this.

“You know what the proper amount of tongue is, then,” Arthur said, to preclude hearing anything else which might turn his stomach, or penis; and turning now to raise an eyebrow at the figure in the doorway, which finally had done the nigh on miraculous, and shut up.

“You want me to demonstrate or something?” Merlin asked, and shifted in the doorway. One of his hands in his pockets noticeably flinched; and he crossed one foot over the other, then crossed the other foot over the one foot. He took out one of his hands, to itch under his chin and at the nape of his neck. 

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Sooooooo a little birdie told me you hadn't written Freddy having period sex with reader so I think we need to remedy this hehehe, I want it as nasty and wild as you want to go with it, it is Freddy after all and he is a Certified Freak TM. I would also be very partial to any sort of lower back massage or any sort of physical comfort he wants to give the reading before/during/after the sexy times, honestly a bit of massage during the Blood Moon always hits the spot and it would make things all the better hehehehe And Freddys usual dirty mouth during something like this is also appreciated 👁👄👁

You requested this a while ago but hey I know we are both on the rag atm and the inspo hit so here it is! I hope you enjoy this fucking filthy as hell period sex piece with our fave bastard. 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.5K. Freddy Krueger X GN! AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Words Like Cunt And Tit’s Used. Reader On Their Period. Warnings: Period Sex. Massage. Panty Snatching. Vaginal Fingering. Blood Play. Nipple Play. Mild Painplay. DUB CON! Restrained Reader. Eating Out. Vaginal Sex. Squirting. Dirty Talk. Praise. Degradation. So Much Fluids. Freddy Is Disgusting. Messy Kink. Just Such Messy Sex.

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I Just Want To Help.

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You felt like shit.

It wasn’t always the case when you were on your period but this one has been truly hellish. Cramps, boating, tenderness, a train wreck of emotions and of course, naturally, a veritable river of blood. You finished work for the day, unable to cook. You brought home take out, camped out on the couch with a heating bag and a blanket and some tea and a comforting movie. You downed something to help with the pain but it was barely touching it, you were so fucking tired and you hoped that sleep would be a good remedy. 

You are zombie-like as you go through your night routine, brushing your teeth, doing your skincare and the rest to really wind down and then you are in bed. The sheets felt so fucking comfortable and smooth, you sink deeper into the mattress, fully relaxing and sleep overtakes you in just a few short minutes. 

He had the funniest sense of timing. 

Freddy doesn’t pay a visit every night but he more than makes up for it when he does show up for you. He is on you in short order, he used to draw it out and tease but when there is a more sizable gap, he almost doesn’t have patience for that, if you dared to call him out on being needy however he might get violent. You don’t think you could take much brutality tonight, his hands are on your body before he even greets you, rough scarred hand one arm, butter soft leather, sharp and cold metal on the other. His hands slide up, the sharp tips of the blades of his glove don’t break your bare skin, goosebumps are left in their wake, he leans in closely, you feel the warm breath on the side of your face and hear his voice in your ear, “Heya honey.” 

Oh honey, huh? Sweet name, you wonder why but he cuts in, “You feel awful. What’s going on?” 

Right of course, he is IN your head, he can feel all you do, absurdly keyed into your emotions and the sensations running through you. The monthly curse hasn’t coincided with any of his visits to this point, shockingly, but you know that you can’t hide it, he won’t drop this and he will find it out the same way he does everything. Hell he could do it right now but he likes not knowing every single thing, some things he wants you to tell him, force yourself through uncomfortableness for his pleasure or his amusement, so you spill. “Just not feeling well, my period hit me like a truck.”

He makes a sound of pity, that sweet and sickly, mocking, “Awe.”

His hands move again, arms come around your middle, hugging closer, invading your personal space the way he did easily and without care, “Oh poor thing.”

The contact felt nice, or it did, until he squeezed you much tighter and it makes you groan, “Christ, ease up-”

“That sensitive, huh?”  The question is asked in that very teasing tone that can only come from him. Your hands latch onto his forearms and you try to pry them off as you respond with a nod, “Mmm, very.”

“Sure seems like it, good thing I decided to visit tonight.” He doesn’t let you move his arms, keeping them locked around you and so you give up.

“Why’s that?” You asked and he hummed out, “Cuz I can help you out.” 

A quiet laugh spills out, “How are you gonna do that exactly?”

“I have my ways.” A sharp snap of the fingers on his un-gloved hand and all of a sudden everything was different. You were not in the boiler room any longer, you were instead on your stomach on a bed that you had become very familiar with over the past few months. Before you can look around you feel the mattress shift with him getting onto it, there he was, his hands on your back, the first thing you notice was that his glove suspiciously absent. You then feel something you haven’t from him previously, his hands on you is a familiar feeling, but their current action is not. 

It isn’t like you have never experienced a massage before, you had, but by his hand? Never. It feels so fucking good. Your head tips, forehead leans on your forearms and your eyes closed as you could feel yourself practically melting into the mattress with a moan. You had no idea how much you needed this until he began the process, again the benefits of him being in tune with your mind and body meant he could pick up on what you needed before sometimes you even knew it. He really gets into it, doesn’t wait to properly see your reaction as if he is overly confident and just knows that it is good, no, that he is good. 

Your shirt had been stripped a while ago, it was ten minutes later and you were feeling delightfully boneless. He was capable of bringing you great pain and pleasure. You knew that more than you knew just about anything but still him doing it in this way you had never counted on. He had been relatively quiet, just small verbal check-ins, letting you lose yourself to feeling more than prattling on and on like he was known to do. “How you feeling?”

A shaky moan is your response, breathed out on an exhale, and he taunted, “No words so soon?”

You laugh, a light thing that could be misconstrued as a scoff, you lean your head up slightly and tell him, “M’ good. I’m very, very good.” 

“Pain letting up?” He inquired and you nodded, “Mmhm, not totally but doing better.”

“Oh no, still sore?” He asks, a sympathetic click of his tongue and you tell him, “Unfortunately.” 

His hands hadn’t stopped working this whole time, sweeping down the expanse of your back, knuckles pressed over your spine, more pressure was released and you groaned. He is leaning down, you feel him press closer to your body, the heat of his body providing more comfort as his hands continue. 

He expresses his previous sentiment again, "Poor thing...", his lips touch down on the back of your neck as his thumbs dig harder into your lower back, "Poor, utterly delicious thing." 

Movements do not stop, neither his wandering hands nor his mouth as they press on exploring. More kisses are laid and you hear him again, "You know what else could help ease the ache?"

He moves. One hand stays resting on your lower back and the other slips down between your legs, he cups your cunt through the underwear and shorts you wore to bed, “I hear orgasms are one of the best forms of pain relief.” 

“You’ve only heard?” You ask teasingly and he continues, “You should know by now I deal more in giving pain than relieving it, sweetheart. But for you? I’ll try anything once.”

Isn’t he so generous? 

“An intensely charitable offer but-” He moves again, his other hand locks on your hip, he makes you grind onto his palm and you moan, “But what?”

“Buuut-I, ah, I don’t know I’ve never, not while this is happening-” He cuts in, “All the more reason to try it.” 

No more protesting from you and the part where he tries to craft a convincing verbal argument from him was over. His hand picks up the effort, fingers stroke down with more pressure and you moan, he does the motion again and again, purposefully dragging over your clit and you squirm when you feel it happen. Your underwear is wet, you can feel it stuck to you, plastered and it makes your eyes fly open, “Shit, stop, stop-”

“Awe what’s the matter?” He asks and you tell him, “M’ leaking-”

“And what? You’re worried about bleeding on your sheets?” He asks and you say, “Yes!” 

He laughs with another strong press of his fingers, “C’mon what are you going to do about that? You’re dead asleep right now.”

“Yeahhh, but I don’t have to be, wake me up.” You asked and he laughed much, much harder before he stops rubbing you and his hands lock on your sides and he starts to flip you over, “No fuckin’ way.”

“What? Why not?!” You exclaim and when you are thrown onto your back you yelped, he tells you next, “And pass up this golden opportunity? Fuck no.”

“Freddy, please-” He starts to tear down your shorts and you attempt to stop him but that ineffable force you had gotten used to feeling around him is back, as if bonds as strong as chains but as light as air coil around your wrists and yanks them up, holding them on either side of your head. “There you go, be good for me, no more struggling.”

“Freddy stop it-” You plead but you are helpless, he’s made you helpless. He is removing your shorts and underwear as he says, ”Soooo emotional.” 

Anger flares for a second, “Asshole let me go!” 

He playfully pouts before he says “Now c’mon babe, you can trust me, I just wanna help.” 

You catch a glimpse and Christ you had almost bled through your shorts, your underwear stained and a total mess, you groan, brows pinched together and he looks…Happy? “Oh I’m keeping these.”

“What?” You asked and he held them up, “I said M’ keeping them, you are never getting these back.” A snap of his fingers and they disappeared to God knows where.

You feel extraordinarily exposed, naked and held down on this bed, at his mercy, your mind is racing and his hand is back between your spread thighs, Fingers drag up, catch the mess of blood leaking out before swirling over your clit, using the slick crimson as lube, making you moan anew. “There you go, Freddy’s gonna take away all the hurt, just relax.”

His fingers slip and then ease inside of you and you realise that your preferred method for dealing with this hellish time has been disposed of by him. His fingers shouldn’t be getting to this depth without being obstructed but this is a dream, he is in control and can do anything, including removing a vital tool for personal hygiene without you even noticing. His fingers are moving in and out so easily, it sounds obscene, soaked, he curls them touches that spot that makes your toes curl and you cry out, “Fuck! Freddy please, wa-wait-”

Again, ever the mind reader he says, “I know you’re worried about ruining the sheets.”

A nervous nod, you were, his fingers slid out with a wet squelch, he inspected his fingers, they are coated in blood and he admits, "I'm dying to taste you."

His hand came up and he drew his fingers into his mouth and sucked deeply. You cannot believe he is doing this so shamelessly, it leaves you speechless. He removes his fingers and sighs a small, “Fuck, that is good.” 

He addresses you once again, his hands on your thighs and he says easily as he continues his previous thought, “Well don’t be. Lemme help stop the leak.” 

You wonder what he means until he drops down suddenly, in between your legs, his stomach to the bed and he is pulling your legs over his shoulders. You begin to complain, beg for a moment, for him to slow down because what was he about to do to you but his mouth is on you and instead the word isn’t able to form, replaced with a pitched up gasp. So that is what he meant. His tongue runs up through your folds and he moans against you, the vibration causes your legs to twitch and your fists to clench. He is eating you whole, no hesitation and further still with passionate fervour. Strong tongue flicks up over your clit before his lips wrap around it, another hum, your thighs tighten around his head and he pulls off with a very sloppy smack. It hits how he is so willing to do this for you even during this, accepting of and hungry for you no matter what or when.

You have no clue how he does it, he switches between tasks so seamlessly, from sucking on your clit to his tongue diving deep into your hole, fucking into the sopping passage. Then it doesn’t feel like there is a switching, as if somehow he is able to suck and lick your clit and tongue fuck you at the same time, like he somehow has two mouths. 

You try to look down the length of your body but another thrust of his tongue in combination with a violent suck of your most sensitive flesh is leaving you breathless, “Ho-how the fuuuuck ar-are you able to-? Ah! Ahnn, do that?” 

You hear his voice inexplicably even though his mouth is still clearly busy, “I like keeping some secrets.”  You are moaning incoherently, the pleasure is insane, you can’t stay still, were it not for how he was holding you down you think you’d buck off the bed, you feel it build and then crest and you nearly scream his name as it overtakes. 

He works you through it amazingly well until you are actually struggling to breathe. Your legs drop and he comes up and before you know it he is kissing you, eyes fly open as you are confronted with the taste of it all, salt and iron and slick and spit, you want to rip yourself away, it’s so messy but you have to admit, it makes heat spark inside you. Clit pulses, another rush of arousal as his tongue is smoothing over yours and you think fuck it, you’re into the depravity of it, you know he isn’t going to judge so you lean into it. You steer into the skid, you kiss him back just as nasty as he was kissing you. 

When you pull away and see him you are sure your face is in a similar state, “Filthy fucking slut.” He isn’t wrong. You can feel the red stickiness around your mouth, on your cheeks, your chin. “Fuck, you taste so, so good. I need more.”

“Wait, more? Are you su-OH!” You gasped out and he was back down there, once again working you over. You had no idea it could feel this good, that you would be this sensitive, you knew hormones could elevate but you were never one for masturbating on your period much, seemed too messy to bother and this was VERY messy but you are quickly finding that to be a plus. 

After another two times of reaching your peak he is coming back up for air as you are still shuddering your way through the aftershocks. You are not very verbal at the moment, you feel half here, he is spreading your legs wider, eyes down and looking at you, “Look at that disgusting gash, still spilling blood like a fresh wound-”

He looked manic, he’d lost the sweater sometime after your second orgasm but before your third, there was scarlet down his chin and neck, almost coming to his chest and with another snap his pants were gone. You feel the restraints on your wrists lift and he pulls you down, drags you close and he pushes his hips forward, the head of his dick drags over your over sensitive clit before coming to prod at your sticky hole, “Look at that.” 

You did, eyes glance down and you take in the view, him poised and ready, about to fuck you till you were completely senseless and you couldn’t wait. “Freddy, please, do it.”

“Oh you want it now?” He asks and you nod, “Mmf, right now, please, please, please.”

“Alright but remember. You asked for it doll.” He slams his hips forward, makes you take him in one stroke, forces it and your whole body seizes from the intense and sudden feeling of him stretching you open. No time is wasted before he is pulling out halfway and then driving back in, he sets the pace, and you are meant to take it.

You asked for it, remember?

He is vicious, brutal, inhumane in how he fucks you, totally feral and animalistic. He is normally into it on the best of days but it is as if you unlocked a whole new level in him that you had not previously been privy to. He is being loud, every time he bottoms out there is a curse or a groan, a sharp exhale through gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking good, your hole is so sloppy, just listen to it-” Another harsh series of thrusts in and out and he was right, you sound disgustingly wet. “-could listen to that on repeat forever.”

He has you almost folded in half, hands under your knees, pressing and pushing until he has you rest your ankles on his shoulders. In this position it mostly is able to do two things, one, for him it makes you even tighter and two, for you, it hits that one place inside that makes all thoughts leave and all words tumble from between cracked and bloody lips a jumbled wreck. Your eyes unfocused, drunk on sensation, dragged along for the ride and forced to feel just what he wanted you to, made to ride it out, one hand now that it is free is at your chest, palming one of your tits and you groan, mumbling out, “S-sore, sensitive-” 

“Awe I know hon, you're sooo sensitive right now.” He tweaks your nipple and your body jolts, it makes you clench around him and he curses, he does it again and again, pulling and twisting, it’s making you practically milk him from the inside and only when he notices you tearing up does he stop. You sob out a-”Thank you”

“Don’t mention it.” He responds with a grin and his hand is between your bodies, fingers pressed to your clit and with purpose he hammers home on the place inside you that is making the pleasure radiate through your whole body and you release those hiccuping moans. You can feel another orgasm building up, but more than that, it wasn’t the first time this has happened with him, he loved to make you into as much of a mess as possible but during this time? You wanted to avoid it, you tried to warn, attempted to speak but that wasn’t happening. He mocked you for that, relentlessly, “Can’t even get a single word out, so pathetic.”

You were pathetic. You took too long and so it happened, he forced it out of you, the sting snaps, you tip over and cum but not just that, you squirt. Your thighs are already coated in half dried and tacky residue, blood has been leaking out at a startling rate, he had been fucking it out of you so the sudden and large gush, the position and pace made you paint him. It isn’t easy to get the drop on him or surprise him but his hips falter upon feeling the hot splash of liquid he looks down and it makes him moan. You weren’t over your orgasm before he starts fucking you with renewed vigor, “Holy shit, yes, just like cutting into a warm body-”

Oh my God of course. Everything mixed together so when you squirted it wasn’t just the usual clear liquid, he was already so covered in your blood, sweating from the effort, the extra wetness makes it look and feel like a massive splatter of blood was just delivered onto him. You got his chest, stomach and yes, of course, his cock currently burying balls deep into your cunt. Apparently this proves too much for him, your thighs are trembling, overstimulated, blood covered and frankly exhausted he cums. He unloads in you, a few more shallow thrusts as he wrings out every single ounce of sensation from his climax. You were heaving, totally slack but there wasn’t time to rest. He was up by your head, standing on his knees on the mattress, his fingers in your hair, tugging it up and forcing his softening cock against your lips, “You gotta clean your mess up.”

A soft hum, your eyes half open, you look up at him, his coated shaft resting against your cheek and he says, “C’mon you and I both know that you’ll do it after that make out.” 

He was right. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes you set to work, lips part and you set to it, licking, sucking, tasting the heady mix of your slick, his cum and of course the squirt and blood, all together it hits the palette in a not entirely unpleasant fashion. “There you go. Goood, knew you loved this jus' as much as me.”

He coos softly, his hand pats your cheek condescending, you didn't know about loving it just as much as him but it was fun and it did feel good. He asks, “You feelin’ better? No more pain?”

You think for a second and then slip him out of your mouth, “Damn it you bastard you were right!”

“I’m right all the time! Don’t sound so shocked!” He laughed and you protested, “I dunno, I wouldn’t say that you are right all the time.” 

“Don’t make me fuck you until you literally can’t talk back.” 

A heavy silence, you consider if you should, but then you decide it’s a good idea so you say, “I doubt you could.”

He sighs heavily, “Such a fuckin’ brat.” 

“You love me.” You state simply and your note that he doesn’t correct you.

[kylecrane]

Dying Light: The Beast AMA 26/09

'sup.

Here I am, bringing you a bunch of the answers from today's AMA. It's not all of them since quite a few of them were either already answered in an FAQ or covered in an article. That, and I'm a picky bitch. If you want to read up on the whole session, check out the official Dying Light Discord.

I'm also not quoting all the questions entirely, gonna shorten them a bit.

Q: Do stats, upgrades, and gear carry over between The Beast save files and Dying Light 2's base game?

No, as Dying Light: The Beast is a new standalone game and the transfer of goods and progress won’t be possible between games.

That means I can't descend from the heavens and bring Junior a new shiny crowbar. Dang.

Q: Will there be open-world activities and side quests?

You can expect a number of side quests and also additional open-world activities.

Woo! I dig a map full of question marks. Tickles the brain.

Q: how is crane alive lol, he turned at the end of the following i thought?

We’re not going to spoil the fun of finding out yourself when Dying Light: The Beast launches. The new game connects the narratives of Dying Light and Dying Light 2 Stay Human and will finally answer some long-standing questions about the canonical endings of both games.

*trough gritted teeth* I'M FINE

Q: Who'll make the music?

For the Dying Light: Beast we're again collaborating with Olivier Deriviere who's already composing a new soundtrack. This time the music will represent the forested, survival-centric atmosphere of the game. You can expect something very unique and different from Olivier's previous works.

Music to my ea..r.s.. Sorry.

Q: Is The Beast running on a new/upgraded version of the DL2 engine and will those upgrades carry over into DL2?

Dying Light: The Beast uses another iteration of our in-house engine and offers numerous graphical improvements compared to the previous Dying Light projects - we focused on the details that make the world more vivid and immersive - lighting, materials and weather effects, some of these developments already are or will be introduced in Dying Light 2 Stay Human.

Q: Will we see any returning characters?

I’m sure you’re excited to see familiar faces, but we can't spoil the story for you just yet. For now, let's enjoy the fact that Kyle Crane is back, and he's back in his true form - voiced by the absolute voice acting master, Roger Craig Smith.

One standing ovation, please.

Q: Will we be able to swap from a third person to first when driving vehicles?

We’re focusing on TPP only as it allows for better environmental awareness while driving in the zombie-filled open world of The Beast.

Aw, man-

Q: To what extent will the choices the player makes matter?

For Dying Light: The Beast, we have chosen a linear story. This is a new adventure in the Dying Light series so our goal with this game is to provide a fresh and engaging story. We believe this approach will allow us to present a more immersive experience for our players.

Q: Will there be Easter Eggs?

Absolutely! There will certainly be secrets and Easter eggs to discover in Dying Light: The Beast. But revealing them now would just spoil all the fun, wouldn't it?

Getting my basket ready to do some egg hunting.

And with that, I'll blow you all some kisses and then go off to snooze land. Good Night and Good Luck.

[nkirukaj]

vVv is for Voe (11)

Pairing: StaticBeau & RadioBeau

Warnings: Swearing;

Genre: Humor! Angst!

Word Count: 2.8K

<Chapter 10

11. Improv, Baby

That morning Voe was called down for breakfast, at Valentino’s request. She came down to see the other Vees sitting in the dining room on their phones, not paying any attention to her whatsoever. 

“Hey guys,” Voe said as she entered the area

“Hey,” Vox says without looking up

Velvette glances up for a moment and waves “Morning love,”

She sits down at the table with them and taps on the wood

“Could you stop?” Vox shoots out, finally looking up from his phone. He turns to Velvette “So how’s the show going?”

Velvette slams the table “Awful! None of these models know how to walk! I even got them surgery for their feet and still, they walk like constipated zombies!”

“Yeah that’s terrible, make sure the show still goes on at like 8 or something I don’t know. it’s a primetime slot so don’t waste it. Val where’s my fucking coffee?!”

Valentino enters the dining room butt ass naked holding a mug that says “FUCK ALASTOR” and places it in front of Vox “Right here mi amor,” Vox doesn’t look up but grabs the coffee cup. Val sucks his teeth and grabs Vox by the chin turning his face to look at him

“What?!” Val glares at him, Vox rolls his eyes “Thank you,” Val releases his chin

Voe stares at the 10-foot-tall moth as he places the plates on the dining room table. He smirks at her

“See something you like?” and watches his hips sway and his butt jiggle as he reenters the kitchen

“Does he always make food naked?” 

Vel waves her off “Yeah, it’s just his thing,”

“Yeah, I can see his thing swinging with every step,”

She shrugs “Eh, food’s good though,”

“A little spicy for me,” Vox adds

Voe blinks dramatically “Okay. Well, when do I get my own department?”

“Ah ah ah! No business talk at the breakfast table,” Val sashays back in with his own plate and sits down next to her

She gestures to the other Overlords “They’re on their phones,”

“I didn’t say no phones,” he shrugs

“So you sit in silence?”

“If you want,” he starts to dig in

Vox scoffs “What? Would you like to talk about something? Vera?”

She shivers at the use of her real name “Firstly, why are you calling me that?”

“Well, that’s your name love,” Velvette added

“I go by Voe, thanks,”

“I don’t care what you go by. Is this what you wanted to talk about? You want to quarrel at the table? Is that what you did when you were alive? Your parents fought every morning?”

Voe furrows her brows “No,”

“Or was that you and your mother? Says you had an ‘okay’ relationship?”

She tilts her head “How do you know that?”

Vox sips his coffee “You left your little file lying around, so I thought I’d take a peak. See who I’m working with,”

“Was such a fun read,” Val giggles with his mouth full

“Did you really make a guy kill himself?” Velvette questioned “That’s badass behavior,”

“That’s Vee behavior,” Vox smirks

Voe puffs out her chest, feeling bigger “You know people used to call me Vee actually,” she offers

Voe rims the cup with his finger “I know, I read that,”

“Yeah, so I guess I fit right in,”

The Overlords smirk at each other “Sure,” Vox responds

“Hello, this is Voe the Beau now at V Tower full-time!! Hit me up what you guys wanna know?”

wut r the vees like

r they ruthless??

R THEY AWESOME

Voe smirks into the camera “Well, they’re cool. Vox is like hella dramatic lmao and-“ At that moment all the lights in Voe’s room turn off, including her computer and camera “What the fuck?” she gets up and tries flicking on the light switch but that doesn’t work. She stands there not knowing exactly what else to do in this situation, so she sits on her bed, looking around her room in the darkness.

There’s a knock on the door and Vinny enters, she can only tell by the light of the hallway. 

“Mr. Vox wants you to come down to the conference room,”

When she gets there all the Vees are there waiting for her, none looking very pleased, Vox in the middle looking the most angry. Voe sits down and stares at them.

“So what’s all the hubbub?” she asks

“Well,” Vox begins in a passive-aggressive tone “We have two things to discuss with you. One’s good, the other one is not,” his voice distorts on the last word.

“Yes?”

Vox paces around the table “For one,” he takes out a picture of a studio “What do you think of this? We can’t have you keep making videos in your bedroom,”

The studio was large with a giant green screen wall, and various lights, such as a softbox and ring. Pink walls and furry carpet with professional cameras “This is beautiful, I love it!”

“Really? Well we need to talk,” he rips the picture away “Because if we don’t you might have to start making videos on the curb,” he sits next to her “Here’s what needs to change Vera,” Voe grimaces at the use of her human name “You can talk about whatever you want on your lives and videos, but what you cannot do is talk about any of us without talking to us first, okay?”

“Why?”

Vox laughs “Ha ha why? Because,” he turns very serious “We are our own businesses and you keep the business within the diamond,”

“The diamond?”

He nods “Oh wait, we didn’t show you!”

Velvette pulls out another picture, of their sign outside the building. The V’s were now in a diamond shape, one at the top, two at the sides, and one at the bottom.

“Wow, that’s so cool! So I’m one of the team now!” she looks up 

“Sure,” he turns her chin to face him “Are you listening to me? You gonna follow the rules?”

She nods “Yes,” 

“You gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes, Vox. I won’t talk about you guys online without your permission, I swear,”

“Don’t even talk about yourself,”

Voe is quite confused “Hmm?” 

“You’ll sabotage yourself. Just lie baby,” Val says

“I lie all the time,” Vel contributes without looking up from her phone

“Trust me, don’t show any sign of emotion. You show emotion, you show weakness you’re done. And if you’re done, then we’re done. And if we’re done…” He grabs her face with both hands “You and I are gonna have a problem. Okay?”

Voe nods and he lets her face go. “So when can I see my studio?”

“You can see it now,” he offers calmly “By the way, I have you slated for an ad tomorrow. Be here at 5,”

She quirks her head “Here, in the conference room?”

“Yes, Valentino has an outfit for you,”

Val holds up a mesh hot pink bra and thong set “And you’ll have thigh-high boots to match,” he purred

Voe laughs “What exactly am I doing in this ad?”

“You’ll know when you get the script,” Vox sounded frustrated with all of her questions

“And who wrote the script?”

Val raises one of his hands “Guilty!”

Voe widens her eyes “Can’t wait to read that,”

The shoot went swimmingly. She came into the conference room to get her costume to change into it. Valentino was a bit perturbed at her request for privacy from him watching her change, but they fit great along with the thigh-high boots, one black and one pink. She was given a robe that she could wear around the set before and after shooting, Velvette took care of her hair, nails, and makeup. It turns out the ad was for a new line of alcohol that the Vees were releasing called ‘Chemical V’. It had the look, feel, and taste of water…because it was water. They had to go through certain lines over and over again like 

“Wow, I can’t taste a thing! It’s like I’m drinking water!”

“No no no!” Valentino stood and entered the set. It was meant to look like a bar and Voe was the tender. “Why are you saying it like that? Like you’ve never tasted this shit in your life!”

Voe leans over the counter and sighs, smirking. The price of show business. She was wondering if Val was making them do it over and over so he could see her boobs shake when she shook up the drink before pouring it. 

“Do it again!”

After the 50th time, they got it to a place where Val was satisfied with their performances. 

He comes up to Voe behind the counter and cups her chin “Baby, you’re going to have to record the voice lines later okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed 

Vox storms onto the set and snaps at Voe “I need you” he turns to walk away “And put some clothes on,”

When she meets him outside she questions “What’s up?” pushing her hair out of her eyes

“Hello everyone!” he turns to the previously unseen press and puts his arm around her shoulder

Reporters shout at both of them “Are the rumors true? Are you two dating??”

Vox smiles fakely “Well, I wanted to keep it a secret, but yes the rumors are true! I’ve found the one!” he pulls her closer to him and whispers “Smile,” she does “Bigger,” She gives her biggest smile and leans into Vox’s chest.

“How do you feel being in this commercial, it came out a second ago and everyone loves it!!”

“Well it is an honor-“

“Yes, we are so lucky to have her here,”

“Mr. Vox, Mr. Vox! How do you feel about…fuck never mind!”

Vox chuckles “Don’t waste my time,”

The reporter gets shoved to the ground and their cries are heard from being stepped on. Voe furrows her brows but keeps smiling. 

“Aww there was a commercial and I wasn’t invited?” Angel sat on the couch perusing through the channels on the new TV. He takes a sip of his drink and then promptly spits it out when he sees Voe practically naked on the screen.

“Lookin’ for something different tonight,” the man said to her

She turns to face him wearing a mesh pink bra “Oh really? I know what you need. What you need indeed,”

Angel rolls his eyes “Yup Val wrote this for sure,”

Niffty crawled up on the couch with him and stared at the screen “What are you watching?”

“It’s a commercial for a new drink by the Vees,”

“Ooooh, I like the bottle!”

Angel admired Voe’s acting with a shit script “She’s kinda good,” but felt a little sad when he thought of her

“Chemical V, gives your taste buds a break,” came her voice over a shot of the bottle

The commercial is cut over by 666 News and some footage of Vox and Voe, with his arm around her shoulders

“Yes, the rumors are true! I’ve found the one!”

“Oh damn, her and Vox? Never thoughta that combination!” He leans back in his seat before hearing a record scratch from behind him. Alastor had just come down the stairs and that was the first thing he had heard.

“Hi, Alastor!” Niffty waves to the Overlord, who waves back “Look! Look! It’s that girl you talk about, the one that betrayed you! She looks so pretty!”

Alastor sighed, keeping the smile on his face, she did look so pretty, and that was the worst part. he had been lying low inside the hotel ever since the incident. But he could not get Voe out of his head. She disgusted him and made his stomach turn, he hated her. But that wasn’t enough, he wanted to feel nothing, nothing at all for her, the way he felt about Vox. But she kept taking up space inside his brain, more than Lucifer did. 

“You alright Smiles?” Angel asks him

Alastor doesn’t answer and wordlessly walks out of the Hotel, to somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t there.

After dealing with the press, Voe was in the mood for a sandwich. She could’ve had someone go and get it for her, but she decided that it would be wise to take advantage of the ability to walk around before she had to have someone do these things for her. for fear of being swamped. She made her way to the store, buying one and having only a few people stop and ask for her autograph, some asking

“Are you the one on the billboard?” 

And her replying “Why yes, yes I am,” and signing whatever they give her, paper, magazines, boobs.

She brushes her hair out of her eyes and thinks about how everything she had been through for the past month or so was worth it. If this little bit was a taste, then she couldn’t wait for the whole meal. However, when she got lost in her thoughts, she tended to ignore reality, leading her to walk smack into someone and drop her phone on the ground. She immediately bends over without seeing who she bumped into because they were not her current priority.

When she returned from picking up her phone, she saw the same slender figure wearing that same torn-up coat as so long ago. When she looked up at his face, she saw that he wore a grin that was borderline a scowl. Voe puts her hands on her hips and smirks. 

“Well if it isn’t Alastor,” she says dripping with mockery “We have got to stop running into each other like this. Strange though, I didn’t think you’d be brave enough to show your face after everything that’s happened,”

“Hmm, was that in the script? I bet you rehearsed it so many times,”

She smirks “Oh no, that was improv baby,”

“Finally doing something on your own?”

Voe squints at him “Why are you over here?”

“I’m just taking my walks,”

“And it happened to be over here?”

Alastor raises his brows “Yes,”

“So it had nothing to do with me at all?”

“Not everything is about you. You do know that, right? And by the way, you came up to me,”

She scoffs “I did not, I bumped into you,”

“And you decided to talk to me,”

“And I bet that made your day,”

“Hmmm. Not really,” he thinks “You know you’re not actually one of them right? I saw your little commercial-”

Her ears perk up “You saw my commercial?”

“Well, it is on television,”

“You don’t watch television,”

“It was on and I was walking by,”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.” Alastor’s words got more intense, he reorients himself 

Voe steps back, a fat knowing smirk on her face. She looks Alastor up and down, running her tongue over her teeth “Look at that, your face matches your clothes,”

“Are you done here?” He doesn’t acknowledge her comment, though his face is getting warmer

She seems shocked “Am I done here? This is Vee territory. Are you done here?”

“Oh darling, you don’t actually think you’re a ‘Vee’ do you? You’re not even an Overlord. Vox and I have our differences, but I respect him much more than I respect you. And he respects me more than you as well,”

Voe rolls her eyes “Please, Vox is obsessed with you,”

“I know,”

“That’s not really respect,”

“Anyone respect you? Obsessed with you? Or even like you?”

“Loads of sinner like me,”

“You mean their fans? They will turn their backs on you as soon as the Vees throw you out onto the street,”

“I meant my fans. And why would they throw me out on the street?”

He waves her off and laughs “They are not your fans, they’re fans of the Vees, and you’re something new. And trust me, they will throw you out on the street,”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because they don’t like you. They don’t even like each other, my dear.” He taps his temple “I was trying to figure out how to get revenge on you, but I realized, I don’t have to do anything. You’ll get your just desserts my dear, and oh will it be sweet,”

Voe is a bit flustered, by his words and how he looked so devious and evil saying them. She felt that warmth…. everywhere. She swallows “Why even warn me then? Hmm?”

“I’m not warning you, I’m telling you what’s to come,”

“And what? Do you think I’ll come crawling back to you or something?”

“My dear, I don’t want you. I want to destroy you,” he clutches his fist until Voe hears a crack. “So if you do come crawling back to me y̴͉̽o̸̝̕u̶̘̅’̷͎̈́l̸̠̃l̵̳̚ ̴͍͛w̷̻͋i̸͉̿s̵͔̐h̵̻̒ ̸͐͜y̸͚͒o̷͓̿u̸̼͒ ̶̮͒h̷̹͂a̶̤̋d̴̨̅n̷̯͌’̷̬͐t̸̝̎,” he grins a terrible, evil grin that sends shivers down Voe’s spine. In a good way. What was wrong with her? “Goodbye, my dear. Have a great time being…whatever you are,” he promptly turns and walks away.

Chapter 12>

[howdybeetle]

Caught in the Eclipse

Word Count: 792 -------

"Shes dead scar."

"You won."

Scars breath hitches in his throat, the adrenaline still thrumming in his veins. His eyes lose focus on the message sent through his communicator. "Oh.." It sounds choked out and fake, to his own ears.

"Really? Oh my god..." The world around him doesn't feel real. Somewhere, somehow, in the back of his mind he's aware of the zombie clawing at his skin, tearing him apart where he stands, but it doesn't seem to register what that means yet.

He laughs, and it's strangled, tears that he doesn't understand forming in his eyes and falling down his cheeks. "How did that happen? How did the guy with no friends-" He chokes, and the sound is something wretched, clawing its way between the gaps of a sob and a laugh.

"How did the guy with no friends win?" He laughs again, wet and awful and cruel, and for a second, the only thing grounding him is the smell of his own blood when the zombie's teeth tear through his shoulder.

He thinks about it for a second, to sit there. To fall to the ground, to let himself join his family. It would only take a few more ticks...

"Well, there's only one thing left for us to do..." Speaking to himself helps, he finds. It dulls the ache of knowing he's alone. Again.

His legs shake, and he ignores the zombie trailing behind him while he walks, just as well as he ignores his half a heart that could burst with the smallest gust of a summer wind.

"Might as well succeed the task." 

-

"Here's to all you villains of the world..."

His voice doesn't compute in his ears when he presses the button. It feels muffled, with his throat and ears and mouth stuffed full with cotton and wheat.

He feels like he's in a dream, in the way that he's watching his body move outside of himself, as if he were a ghost alongside with his friends.

He can feel his heartbeat stutter with new life, the prize for succeeding. For playing the game.

For playing their game.

He closes his eyes, swallowing thickly around the dryness of his throat.

"I'm ready."

And that was the only thing they needed to hear.

-

"Scar!!"

The voice is muffled.

He blinks open his too damp eyes, and his lashes press cold with salty water against his cheeks.

Scar's kneeling, from what he can tell, through his head full of fog.

The space around him is other worldly.

They're in the void, but the floor below them feels elastic, like an invisible trampoline's tarp. He can see someone running towards him, long hair whipping over her shoulders.

She looks angelic, with the sun floating behind her. It's not quite heavenly though, with how the dark black fog of the void cancels out the light before it can spread too far; to touch too much. They wouldn't allow them that joy, of bathing in a full sun's beam. That's something you have to earn.

He chokes on a sob, shoulders shaking when he curls in on himself, hugging himself around his stomach as he screams - He wails, something dark and hurting and aching - and finally, she reaches him, coiling herself around his fragile and delicate existence.

She cries too, cradling him close against her chest.

"Hey." A broken laugh makes its way through her tears, and she pets his hair in a comforting way. It feels like home.

A sob chokes out of his throat on his first attempt, but after a shudder, he manages a fractured, "Hey yourself."

Her giggle is manic, rocking them both in her arms.

It's nice.

It feels like an eternity that they sit there, but really it could've only been a few seconds at most. Who cares though? Time is meaningless in the presence of grief, after all.

Shaking footsteps make their way towards them, and when Scar manages to lift his heavy head from a caped shoulder, he catches the fractured gaze of the Sun.

And by the Gods above, what is he if not the Earth, sheltered in the Moon's hold while gazing into the firey rays of the Sun's presence?

He figures that anything else will never matter more.

He turns his face back into the crook of the Moon's shoulder, and stretches his arm in a reach for the Sun, no different from the branch of a tree searching for the nurturing caress of the Sun's life giving light.

And finally, in the empty, unforgiving vacuum of the universe, the Sun joins their embrace.

Scar finds that he has his home once again, settled in the center of a total lunar eclipse. He never wants to leave it’s shade.

[skekthesilly]

im playing demo 3 right NEOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is gonna be so peaksauce

me gaming under cut (spoilers for demo 3)

4:18 pm, dec 16: ghostwalker??? oooo.... that sounds epicsauce.............. haunted manor you say???? dont mind if i do

4:19: just noticed that my name in shedletsky's dialogue is the same color as when he mentioned some "they're". just an observation. is this important? i dunno. maybe???

4:23:

4:31: IS THAT AMONG US AND LOSS??????????

4:38: DR TRAYAURUS MENTIONED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4:54: i love them <3

WAIT I LOVE THIS WAIT???????? WAIT??????? OMG??????

4:57: GREEN AND OURPLE????????????????

5:01: i heart noobador. epicsauce uncle

5:04: oh i did not process that green and purple were red n blues's parents or something like that. "talk about abuse!" oh. oh. you. dont do this to my poor heart

5:10: my siblings told me i can get a special card from cruel king if i kill him a bunch. i feed so bad for him bro hes having a mental breakdown the more i kill him. EVERYONE IN BLACKROCK IS FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEYRE OKAY!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEYRE OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5:15: "you dont have to go through this alone" cruel king do you understand how much i platonically love you right now. tgat sentence struck me with the force of a military fighter jet. oh my god

5:27: currently beating up bubonic plant !!!!

4:12 pm, dec 21: been a bit. played for a bit and got to the manor before remembering i was supposed to post my progress here. anyways, recap of my reactions from last playthru to now:

apparently bubonic plant doesnt drop a call card. shame. i fought them like 30 times i counted

went to go traverse the cemetery!!! also all the old opponents from ch 1 are here but zombies now. is that because of me??? aw man

shoutout to the pumpkins

theres food EVERYWHERE. i guess the zombies need to eat too

found a bunch of bux on the way to the manor and felt really good about myself

butler. why are you green. are you a zombie too

omg its the girl!!!!!!!! the woman from turtle police!!!!! or whatever the place was called!!!! also zamn is her sister okay????

ummm appaerntly im not ok??? theres voices in my head???? because of the swords???? okay. casually foreshadowing. okay. fun fun

WHAT THE FUCK THERES RED TEXT NOW???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN "GET IT" "YOURE WASTING YOUR TIME" IS THIS THE "HATRED" MY SIBLINGS WERE TALKING ABOUT??? OK. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I LOVE ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS GODDAMN GAME DEARLY AND I WISH TO INTERACT WITH EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. FUCK YOU

LIKE I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST A HAHA FUNNY... I THOUGHT THE KIDS WERE TELLING ME TO FIND THE TOILET PAPER WHAT THE FUCKKK?????? GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY

thats about it

4:22: is this foreshadowing

4:23: why can you jump off of the balcony. is this intentional??? is this an accident??? is there a secret?????

4:26: yo witch?????? you know shedletsky????? also i noticed telamon and shedletsky have the same color name. theyre probably the same guy. maybe. i dunno. shedlesky's last name is probably telamon or smth like that

4:29: awww terry n jerry.... duo..... thats so sweet....

4:31: what the FUCK is going on someone BETTER FUCKING TELL ME or i am going to TEAR THIS MANSION TO THE BROUND WITH MY TEETH what do you mean the only options are dont tell him and LIE. what the FUCK are you trying t o TELL ME HERE i feel like fucking KRIS DELTARUNE im gonna CRASH OUT

4:34: expanding on the entry above: "you live a life of lies you better start believing it" ok. so im a little silly in th e head. ok. fine. whatever. fuck you. im gonna crash out and the only life im gonna live is the one six feet under after i accidentally skewer myself on a wooden pole while bashing the manor into itty bitty bits. fuck you

4:38: what the fuck is happening to me dude. what does this fucking game want from me. what do you mean i look dead. what do you mean im hearing shit. what do you mean. what do you MEAN. i need ANSWERS and i need them NOW or i SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS ABOVE

7:28 PM, Dec 22: GUESS WHO FORGOT TO POST THEIR PROGRESS AGAIN

went into the basement. so there's just a whole ass forest and graveyard in here??? cool

ugghhghghgh i NEED TO GET BETTER AT DODGING

got into the haunted manor and IS EVERYONE DEAD??????????? FUUUUCK

thats it

7:29: there's a thing guarding the ghost walker and it scares you???? ha ha ha tf2 reference dies

7:34: i love you tutorial terry

7:43: i love all of these dead guys. they're so whimsical. this childish wonder at seeing a living breathing robloxian makes me want to hug every single one of them

7:46: oh i already know, buddy. believe me. i know its gonna be VERY hateful. my siblings couldnt help but tell me themselves. but thank you for your foreshadowing anyways

7:48: hey so like what the fuck

im so hyped. also 7 CHAPTERS???????? DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HAPPY THAT MAKES ME FEEL. ok lemme yap for a bit

ever since i saw deltarune and saw that it was planned to have 7 chapters, my mind has been HARD-WIRED to expect EXACTLY 7 chapters from any game that uses a chapter system. if i doesnt have 7 chapters i get so incredibly upset. poppy playtime? needs to have 7 chapters or else it'll be all wrong. garten of banban? fuck it. needs to have 7 chapters. havent checked on it for a while so it's probably got more than that now (fuck). indigo park? 7 chapters or i'm ending it all (joke). literally i need 7 chapters from everything or else i feel genuine panic that something bad is going to happen to me and i get this horrible feeling in my head and skin. its so weird like what the fuck

(edit fron 10:36, dec 24: skek those are literally the sword fight on the heights swords are you stupid. how did you not recognize that. buddy. pal. buddy.)

7:54: i love you kitchen wizard

7:56: GHOST OTION!!!!!! also i can't touch the ghostwalker? okay dokay. we might be fucked!!!! hip hip hooray!!!! my dumbass will ABSOLUTELY touch that goddamn sword

only those of pure sould can wield it? um . i have voices in my head. i don't think i qualify

oh so i just die if i touch it. sweet

omg kitchen wizard cares about me..... i love you kitchen wizard 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 i m sniffling and weeping all over your kitchen im so sorry its just. im. you. you. i. you. me. gas station. what are we getting for dinner? sushi of course! uh oh! th

8:00: tutorial terry you are so pure i believe you. you have a little brother and everything

8:01: oh my goodness i just moved the giant statues . i suddenly feel an urge to go "oh my goodness im so sorry i didnt mean to move the statues im sorry"

8:03: oh i see now. its a puzzle. nevermind

8:07: ohhh i dnt have a good feeling about this. there's a heal pad right next to me which means there's a boss/mini boss coming up

8:09: woah. masked man from the thumbnail of the new demo. coooool......

8:11: HYPERBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GROUND POUND!!!!!!!!! LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

2:59, dec 23: im actually so stupid. yknow the room with the moving spikes??? for a whole 5 mins i didnt realize i needed ghost potion

3:01: no dont you dare touch that sword. dont you dare dont ou dare DONT YOU DSRE DONT DO IT DONT oh thank f DONT DO IT FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

oh hi builderman

3:02: come to terms with my negative traits? either i die or i succeed. win win situation buddy lets do this

3:03: so you're gonna be my therapist now? you better be good

3:06: WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS SO COOL?????????????

3:08: woaaahh. what the fuck. i need a whole game that looks like this dude. also . avarice? rice? i love rice

3:09: i think im madly in love with demo 3 actually

3:13: why are the yous yellow. like telamon. and shedletsky. foreshadowing?

3:17: i love this i love this i love this ARGHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO COOL???????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GRRRR SCREAMS CRIES

3:21: greed i think im madly in love with you get your ass over here so we can platonically make out OUGGGHHH IM AETHETICALLY ATTRACTED TO YOU RIGHT NOW. YOU LOOK SO COOL IM WEEPING AND CRYING I M BAJGKTHUGNERHVYEVHVGSNMIDJFMGCJIDIGJ SHITS CRIES LITERALLY JUMPS OFF OF A SPEEDING TRAIN

3:24: builderman whenever you say I it wiggles. what does this mean

oh we're gonna face isolation now? fun. my favorite

3:25: DUCKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3:29: F!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3:32: wow. that is a really really big duck

3:34: oh this is such a cool puzzle. oh this is so cool. how do they KEEP COMING UP WITH THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3:36: ohhh buddy boy who do i miss??? well buddy boy this is real fun isnt it

the orange you (builderman) turned hatred red. fun fun!!!

3:38: FUCKING BREAKCORE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDDDD??????????????????????????????????? YOOOOO

3:41: ouuuughhhh i heart isolation. wah................................ ough.......................... g...................... ourple guy here i come......................................

3:47: woag. flipped the swithc. the. switch. and now there's a buncha symbols in a language i dont knwo. coolsauce

3:49: death? death? in red? like hatred? death?

3:52: did i mention how cool this is

like. ohhhh my god. i love this so so so so so so so much. you cannot even comprehend. im going wild

3:54: wow. wowie wow. im loving the artstyle by the way did i mention that????? this is pretty epicsauce. just saying. fear maze!!!! woooo!!!!!

3:55: writing getting scribblier!!!! oooo!!!! love it when that happens. i just think it looks cool

3:56: KILL your fears? woah. dont use the kill word buddy. thats NOT pg

3:57: it? yeah no i figured that out already by now. builderman's the it. and considering IT is red, builderman's hatred. fun!! we get to fight mr roblox!!!!! hooray!!!!!!!! anyways i need to keep playing, fear!!!!!!!!!!!! lemme at it!!!!!!!!! lemme at you!!!!!!!!!!

i love yuo fear!!!!!!!!!!!!! heart emoji!!!!!!!!!!!

MORE BREAKCORE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY- GETS SHOT

3:59: GABBA DRUMS????????????? I COULD KISS YOU RIGHT NOW

i need to add this to my playlist. I NEED TO TAKE NOTES!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO PEAK???????????????? IM GONNA CRY IM ACTUALLY GONNA CRY THIS IS. AGHRAGHRGAHGR I LOVE THE MUSIC IM GONNA WEEP

4:01: WOAH THAT WAS A COOL EFFECT FOR CALL FOR HELP. SIMPLE BUT COOLSAUCE!!!!!!! the freakin music stopped and everything!!!!!!!!!

4:04: builderman i already knew you were gonna sic me buddy im ready for you pal

ohhhh this is so cool. they even changed the quest name too. leaning on the 4th wall perchance? i love you

4:05: fall into darkness!!!! yippee!!!!!!! hooray!!!!!!!

4:07: the world revolves? revolving? the world revolving? like deltarune? like jevil? the world revolving? jevil is that y

4:11: these goofy silly guys. their names look like bible verses

oh THIS IS SO COOL. HATRED GET OVER HERE SO WE CAN PLATONICALLY MAKE OUT

4:13: i also want to say i love the sound design as well. WELL DONE BLOCK TALES TEAM!!!!!!!! ILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /p

its so funny dude. there's such a well-done creepy atmosphere and stuff but as soon as i win a battle the little jingle plays and its like "good job!! you did it!! im so proud of you!!! hooray!!!"

4:15: "do us all a favor. curl into a ball and wither." i thought you would say kill yourself but im pretty sure that's what you meant bc that wouldnt be very kid friendly for roblox

4:17: fleshy hanging swingset from a tree. you sure this isnt just a metaphor for someone hanging themselves???? buddy????

aw :( i wanted to ride the swing :(

4:20: woah. that is a lot of people in the walls. im impressed. howd you get them in the walls?????

it can fix me??? giggles and twirls my hair.... tee hee... it can make me beautiful??? giggles... is it a girl, perchance????? giggles..... is it a girl??? could we be pookies??? could it really fix me??? giggles....

just like you? oh nevermind

4:24: unwrap the heart??? UNWRAP???? CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg hatred looks so cooolll!!!!!!!!!!!! that animation was so smooth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dude howd block tales go from joy and whimsy to THIS vro. im not complaining in the slightest. wow

4:26: oh this music boutta be fire OH HERE COMES THE DROP

OPJIOHGIRNHIUIORWNHGYUHRWTIMORWIJIYORWL<IYOWRMITKY<

4:27: dude i need to get good. i need to get good really really fast or else im done for

4:42: ok so this fight is gonna take a little bit

4:49: im havin g so much fun guys

4:57: I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! solo on my 5th attempt!!! hooray!!! im a gamer!!! are you guys proud of me??? i am. i'm so proud of me. can we skip and sing merrily together. can we???? stares at you with my big wet unblinking eyes

5:00: i finished the game at exactly 5:00!!! wow wow wow. wow.

FINAL THOUGHTS:

oh my god

DUDE.......... DUDE......

first of all! LOVED the foreshadowing. that was some really good foreshadowing. very clever !!!!

second of all: this was a MAJOR step up in quality. i mean. WOW. like???? this is wild????? this is amazing???? howd they do that. i LOVE the artstyles and the storyline here and. ohhh dont even get me started on the bosses

ohh my god. i DID NOT expect the game to go into 2d. that is super cool. i need more stuff like that. wow. and the animations were so smooth????? im just. im flabbergasted. im dumbfounded.

the mood is so serious too. we go from "ahhaha wacky silly" to "you need to face yourself and come out clean. destroy your hatred and make yourself pure. you can do this" and im just. im. i

this was such a wild ride. god i love this game. i LOVE the fact that i can also see how much the devs love this game too, and it really really shows because holy shit. holy shit

it's come a very long way from when it first released..... im so proud of block tales....

oh and also the MUSIC??????????? THE MUSIC IS SO PEAK. UGHHHH IM CRYING shoutout to the musicians. oh my goodness. they are literally my idols now

but WOW that boss was hard. wow. hatred was not messing around!! i dies 5 times dude... i didnt even die on griefer's 2 phases once.... (we dont talk about how i died to cruel king)

its. its really really amazing. and there's like... i think 4 more planned chapters as well??? if the quality keeps going up like this then. well pluck my nose hairs and send me to alaska /ref we've got a new favorite game on our hands

uggghhh i need to talk about the artstyle. its so CRISPY n SMOOTH and it looks so good and they made the MOOD SO GOOD. atmosphere so good. so spooky. oh they KNEW what they were doing. i want to open up the dev's head and peek at what's inside because how are they all coming up with this

i love block tales. oh my god. shoutout to block tales for being epic. there's more stuff i wanna keep talking about but I CANT REMBER IT ALL 😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺

BONUS STUFF HAPPENING NOW!!!

5:23: oh they made the snowy cave from ch 1 scarier......... woagh...... shivers my timbers....

5:25: got another speed spin from the caves!!!! thats all i wanted to do really

5:33: oooh they made the pit spookier as well

5:34: just donated 20 roux to this game because i heart block tales and i want that club animation. also i have like no roux so thats all i could give

5:38: i didnt know i could equip multiple.... what happens now 😁😁😁😁😁 (fnnuy)

9:14, dec 24: okay dokay. gayming time

9:18: currently grinding for the explosion sound effect card

9:43: got bored. decided to try and reach pit floor 30 instead

10:00: hooray. pit floor 30

anyways thats it lmao

[winterillustrates]

Mystery Of Murder Mansion DRAFT (Twst AU????)

[Synopsis: Azul just so happened to open a board game while 8 other people (and a cat) entered the room, trapping all of them in the game. But, seeing as the pieces of the game went missing, there is quite a few plot holes.]

"So...who killed him?"

"W-What?"

"You're a ghost, aren't you? Figure it out."

"I'm not a ghost, now, it seems. So, I can't really do that."

"Oh. Right. It's kinda unfair how they just de-halloweenfied you into a human and made you useless to us."

"Harsh. But true."

Azul could not help but think that these two were very casual in discussing a murder scene that just happened in this Costume Party that they randomly got transported to.

And judging by the looks of Idia, Ruggie and Jamil...he wasn't the only one questioning them.

He was not particularly concerned about the victim, no, but rather the future victims. Which could be anyone of them, it seemed.

The doors and windows were locked as the detective said it would prevent the killer from escaping, but Azul was sure the killer would probably get a few more kills in before that incompetent detective could even find a clue.

"Next time, I think I'm going to think twice before joining your club meetings," Jamil sighed, exasperated as he held his head in his hand, feeling a headache coming on earlier than he expected.

Azul couldn't blame him, of course. He could only imagine what being forced to dress up as your overblot, maybe just a bit less horrifying version, could feel like.

He believed the creature Jamil 'dressed up' as was a 'Naga', if one of Idia's anime was any reliable source to go off of.

"Agreed," Ruggie nodded, placing a hand on his hip as he looked at anywhere but the dead body.

It was probably not for the reasons one would typically think of, though. The greenish tint of his skin, his hyper-sensitivity of his ears (judging by how they were twitching at just about ever sound) and the fact that Ruggie was originally so close in biting Bree's head off, would obviously indicate that he was a classic zombie.

Calming him down was a hassle, but thankfully, they did.

It made Azul just a smidgen more grateful that he'd been a demon. (He'd heard people referring to his contracts as 'deals with the devil', but this was borderline ridiculous).

The bony, and he meant that a lot more literally than usual, figure of Idia muttered something along the lines of, "I should've just stayed in my room, as usual." Azul knew him long enough to know that was exactly what he was thinking as he gripped his large scythe.

"Ah...judging by our progress, we might just be as incompetent as the detective," Azul spoke up, shaking his head in disappointment.

"It's difficult to look for non-existent clues, Azul," Casaleena pointed out, crossing her arms. Well, her arms and two of her legs from her spidery bottom half.

Jamil did not even glance at her, in fact, he subtly slithered closer to Ahissha who seemed to be the only one who was scanning the decor of the old mansion for the umpteenth time with the same amount of awe for it.

If Malleus was here, Azul bitterly thought, he might've been as much help as Ahissha, right now.

"We've walked around 'ere a hundred times and nothin'!" Grim whined, as if he hadn't been carried by The Prefect ninety-nine percent of that time, "We should just quit before my legs fall off."

Celine scoffed, exposing teeth that would make Floyd leave NRC in shame, "Says the furball who'd been comfortably sleeping in Prefect's arms like a baby. Ya know what, Prefect?" Her sharp, dark nails glistened in the candle-light atmosphere as she reached out for Grim, with her webbed hands, "You've been carrying that furball for too long. Let me help."

"Eep--! Prefect!"

"Celine! Leave Grim alone!"

At first, Azul saw it as random for Celine to be the one looking like an eel merfolk but with legs. Now, Azul thinks Celine could practically be the Leech's long-lost sister.

"Leave him be, Celine, we don't need more headaches," Jamil insisted.

The girl let out an annoyed noise at this, turning her back to the frightened Grim and walking to a starving Ruggie, lacing a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him from pouncing on the corpse.

"This mansion is absolutely beautiful," Ahissha's stoney-wings expanded a bit, matching her optimistic tone, "It's a shame we might all die, soon."

Another glare directed at Ahissha from Azul and, surprisingly, Jamil.

"Ah, of course. Something we all need to hear during a time of crisis. We are all going to die, soon," Casaleena's sarcasm shone through, "Brilliant work."

"She's not wrong, though," Bree entered this conversation, after a few minutes of uncharacteristic silence, "This game is not even complete. We have no way of finding the clues."

"We are, at best, trapped. And, at worst, doomed."

[thephantomcasebook]

These fans are mad that the writers are lame af because ain't no way they've never imagined they wouldn't do characters dirty for no reason before lol

In all honesty ...

I've never seen anyone or anything get so goddamn feral, so quickly, in my life, than the HOTD fandom did.

We all sort of eased back into the franchise at first after being incredibly let down and betrayed. Then from 1x03-1x05 it was like being a part of the GOT fandom again with funny memes and joking around. People slowly falling in love with Alicent and kinda liking young Rhaenyra. All of us agreeing that Matt Smith is a great actor.

Then, around 1x06 to current day, everyone just lost their goddamn mind.

Suddenly there's this weird cult like hate or adoration of Alicent. Fucking Rhaenyra stans out here screaming the condoning for the murder of children and the need for it. You can't even praise Jaehaera - a sweet and innocent little girl - and wish that she get better treatment without some creepy losers shitting themselves in anger over it.

I was on discord earlier and I was showing them the kind of deranged asks that people send into my inbox and it was a large topic of conversation between people - some who may or may not work on HOTD in some capacity or another - about the level of vitriol and rage that cropped up out of absolutely nowhere.

Reddit is a hive of buzzing angry hornets at the best of times, but the level of hatred and anger in the ASoIaF fandom is just unreal and everyone who is a fan and even people who work on the show are noticing it.

I've got this major fucking loser we were making fun of today who is so fucking pissed off because I have a pet theory of A+C=D and they're so angry and offended by it that they hate read my blog and act like one of those sad pathetic "Reply guys" on twitter at every post.

There's also this person who we tracked down and whose blog we all had a good laugh at reading, who sends absolute vitriolic asks because they refuse to believe that Jessica Brown Findlay was originally cast to play Alys Rivers. There is all sorts of evidence from both Olivia Cooke and Phia Saban following her on Instagram, to the head costume designer and several directors from season 2 following her on instagram, to her even liking several instagram posts from the Costume Designer about cast fittings before someone on twitter noticed and she unliked everything.

But still, this person truly believes that if she "Stans" the replacement actress for Alys, that she's somehow a good and righteous person that can claim internet points for being the first stan.

And I think that's the weird part about this whole thing with fandom that we were talking about.

There's people in this fandom, on Twitter and Reddit, that somehow equate their favs to be linked to some sort of real life virtue. That there some sort of moral equivalency test to liking an aspect or character of this goddamn show. And if you fail it or don't line up you're not just against the tribe, you're all and all evil.

And it's so fucking wild how a fandom went from fun crank theories about Varys being a Mermaid to being evil and awful, because, you talked to someone who was around the volume for Pre-viz who heard something at lunch and you relay what they heard to someone who asked what the word is in the gossip mills these days.

Even when you preface and epilogue the post with it being a rumor and probably not true, they still gnash their teeth and post on Twitter and Reddit trying to get a hate mob together to come after your blog.

Mutha'fucker, I'm a 33 year old man who has been shot at and been in life or death fist fights with dudes twice my size.

All I have to do to kick your ass is ignore an app for a few days while I finish a chapter and watch retro anime and Downton Abbey.

Either way, it's crazy out here, Nonny.

Get strapped and stay vigilante, the hoard of rage zombies are out in force.

[purplesurveys]

1852

When did you last see someone you know in public? I saw Pau at UPTC last weekend which was a nice surprise.

Do you enjoy going to the dentist? Does anyone, like, *actively* enjoy being at the dentist? Haha but I mean have no qualms with dentist appointments; I'll say that much. I find the procedures quite soothing anyway. Even if it's to pull out a tooth or something, I'm fine with, since they're just there to help out.

When did you last eat something you didn’t like? I tried the chili cheese flavor from Potato Corner for the first time, but I ended up not really liking it that much since it was way too spicy.

Do you think you’d survive if zombies took over the world? Well, probably not. I'd lack the street smarts.

When did you last hang out with a bunch of friends at one time? Sometime last year, can't remember when exactly. I saw my college friends.

What kind of music is your least favorite? Country.

Are you and your best friend complete opposites? Mmm I wouldn't say completely. We have some stark contrasts here and there but we also have a few similar beliefs/hobbies/interests.

Would people around you say you’re regularly a mean person? I don't think so. They might tell you I'm cranky or moody, because I am; but probably (and I hope lol) not mean.

Do you like the colour yellow at all? Some shades are pleasing to the eye but overall I wouldn't pick yellow as a first color for, like, anything.

If you were to write a novel, what would it be about? I'll just stick to writing a memoir.

How many times have you logged in to Bzoink? (it has a counter) I've never had a Bzoink account, although I used to be a lurker. RIP :(

Are you currently pretending to be someone’s friend? No, that's an awful thing to do.

Are you an impatient person? Definitely can be.

Are you afraid to watch movies that have sex scenes with your friends? No.

Who sings the last song you listened to? Hayley Williams.

Why do you think some actors don't want to see their movies/shows? They're highly self-critical and are never pleased with their performance. At least that's how I know it to be from pro wrestlers.

Do you think fortune tellers are the devil’s messengers (haha)? Not necessarily, but what I think of them is that they are scammers.

Would you rather use napkins or paper towels? Idk, napkins I guess. I don't really have a preference.

Do you go to the pool in the summer time very often? No cause it's such a hassle to clean up and rid your body of all the chlorine lol (or if at the beach, all the sand). I just prefer to have the aircon on and stay indoors, away from the sun as much as possible.

Have you ever had a serious issue involving your eyes? Apart from the time a distant relative purposely hurled a glass bottle purposely targeting my eye because idk he is an unhinged little fuck, there's just my eyesight which is progressively getting worse.

Have you ever watched South Park? Who’s your favorite character? I've never seen an episode.

Do you have sensitive teeth? I have one lower tooth which has a tendency to get sensitive.

Do you enjoy or hate snow days? Why is this your choice? Uhm no but we have typhoon days which I guess is the closest thing? I selfishly liked them because it meant suspended classes.

Do you turn pale when you get sick? I don't think so, because I've never been told that.

Does it bother you to get shots in the mouth? Does it hurt? I've only gotten those when I needed to get wisdom tooth extractions, and in those cases I was just mostly grateful because it meant my pain was going to come to an end lol.

When did you last talk seriously with one of your parents? Few months ago when I was still crying and confiding to my dad about work.

What is the day of the week currently? Tuesday.

Is anything exciting coming up in the next three months? Jin coming back, BTS' 11th anniversary, and our family trip to Vietnam...all happening within the same week hahaha.

Do you ever borrow money from someone? No.

Do you know anyone who tells every single thing you say? I don't think so.

When did you last kiss someone on the cheek? Who was it? I only do that to my dogs these days hahahahahaha.

Why do you think people like Lady Gaga so much? She was unafraid to be different and to stir conversations, especially in her earlier years.

Do you have a lot of enemies, or not so much? I'm an adult.

Can you count backwards from 100 without a mistake? I'm sure I can.

Do you have any friends you’ve had since birth? Nah.

Do you care if your friends talk badly about you? If they want to do so they can say it to my face, otherwise I wouldn't consider them a friend.

Would you rather drink out of a straw or just the cup alone? Straw.

Does anyone ever say they miss you often? Nope.

Would you rather become a wizard or a vampire, if you had the choice? I don't care.

Is there anyone out there who has made you feel miserable? I can think of two off the top of my head.

Do you have a problem answering personal questions? Not for the most part as I am generally an open book. The only people I'd feel hesitant towards would be my immediate family haha.

What color is the vacuum-cleaner in your house? Maroon and grey.

Have you already moved out of your parents’ house? Nope.

Are your parents divorced, married or separated? Married.

Have you ever thought you might just have obsessive compulsive disorder? Yes.

Do you think it’s rude to text someone else while on a date? Idk and idc about dating etiquette, but in general texting here and there for me is fine. It's only rude when the cellphone use becomes excessive because then it's like why'd we even go out?

What is the funniest movie you’ve ever seen? White fuckin Chicks.

What are your views on our current president? He's a little shit.

Is it awkward to see your best friend’s parents out in public? No. I'd run to them and give them a hug if that's the case. They're already considered family.

Who is the person you talk to the most in your house? Sister.

Is there a television show out there that you never miss? I watch Raw weekly, but that's pretty much it.

What movie have you seen too many times to be healthy? Two for the Road and Room.

What are the last two digits of your phone number? Nope.

Does it creep you out to see people with mullets? No.

What is your biggest responsibility in your household? I'd say the task I take the most seriously is keeping the dogs' health in check and taking them to the vet. Shots and checkups aren't cheap, and that's a responsibility I'm more than happy to cover.

How cold did it get where you live, last winter? Back in Jan-Feb in our winterless country we reached temps of 24-25C, which was a delight.

Do you ever wish you could go back in time to redo something? No.

Ever accidentally pull out a filling from your tooth? Nope.

Do you ever wonder what your exes are doing? Not really.

Have you ever been caught in a huge lie with your parents? Sure.

Do you ever listen to the radio anymore? Only when the Bluetooth decides to be a brat and the car can't locate my phone.

Does it bother you to have personal conversations with people? No, I like insightful talks.

Ever ride in a limo? When did you last do so? I don't think I have.

Do any of your body parts hurt at this moment in time? My tummy kind of does since I wore super tight jeans all day hahah.

Are you sober at the time being? Yes.

Do any of your friends constantly do things to annoy you? No.

When did you last eat a Starburst? What color was it? I can't even remember. I don't encounter them ever.

Have you ever lied to someone & said they could sing when they couldn’t? No, because everyone I know who's willing to sing in public are actually great singers lol.

Do you ever call backstabbers out on what they do? If I'm comfortable enough with them, sure.

How many people in the world do you trust? Three.