#one thing i hate is when people think liking slashers is = liking real life serial killers

[gremlingottoosilly]

Cabin in the woods (yan!slasher!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!slasher!Horangi) part 2

You listen to the story about those woods. Turns out, real life is way, way nastier than any of those stories. Don't lose your head.

TW for the chapter: Blood, gore, dead bodies, slut shaming(usage of outdated horror tropes), knife play, blood play, mentions of STDs

— Do you know what animal is this? 

The body of a small creature – rodent, probably, you don’t think there could be any other animals around – was lying on the road near the place you decided to stay for the night. The “Coolest fucking thing in the world that is also just a few hours from here” was still a few hours from here because it was fucking dark and you already left your car on the sidewalk, hoping no one would steal it because honestly, why would anyone need this pile of burning crap. 

— According to the “Basic Bestiary of Austrian Animals” it might be an extremely rare Austrian Marmont.

You fucking hated Max. Mostly because his form of being different was “being an intelligent asshole” and also because he would never forget to rub the fact you were behind him in the grades into your face. 

— Waaaaaaait, a mamont? But it’s small! You have to give Karen – blonde, tan, tall, straight C everywhere except for her chest (then it would be D everywhere) – credit. As adorably silly as she was, she was still the only person you could have a meaningful conversation with. Except for the times when she was fucking your boyfriends. Or when she forgot that you don’t have a boyfriend so he doesn’t need to fuck random people just to spite you.

— Perhaps, if we are extremely lucky, a European edible dormouse, also known as…

— Fuuuuuck, people eat this thing? Yuck! Austria is like, literally the worst country EVER!

You feel like every second of this conversation, even though you are just listening to it, is going to take 10 years from your life span. You never knew why the two got together – maybe because Max loved fucking someone dumber than he is, and Gretchen loved placing the responsibility for her actions on her beloved sociopathic boyfriend. 

You wanted to say that this was literally a fucking squirrel, but you know better. Not like anyone is going to listen anyway. 

You get to the supposed location a few hours – already deep in the night, everything that you hate about forests – unkept environment, horrible living conditions, mosquitos, and occasionally wild animals are making you squirm each time your butt switches the place and you involuntarily sit on the cold, damp ground. You lick your lips, trying to adjust in the position in front of the fire. Fire that you probably shouldn’t be making in the middle of the private territory, but Chad said the place belongs to some weird hillbillies who wouldn’t care about a bunch of college grads having fun. 

You just finished the last of your coke – mixed with cheap whiskey and rum you got back at home, you feel just buzzy and fuzzy and relaxed enough to at least try to engage with people around you. Just didn’t want to make Jenny embarrassed – she was the one to vouch for you, even though you didn’t want to go camping with them. 

— I heard there is something happening in these woods. 

Everyone around you groans and you comply, groaning too. Chad has the worst storytelling voice and even Marty – the resident stoner of the group – is visibly unhappy about having to listen to his dumb jokes. Brace yourself for at least twenty minutes of dumb story with a cheap attempt to scare you. 

— You talk like those locals. What can be here except for drunkards? 

— Very fucking funny, Marty, I hope you laugh at people’s death too. 

Everyone groans again. 

— Shut up and let me finish! So, there is something hiding in those woods…legends…

— What legends? This place was built like 20 years ago. 

— Shut the fuck up, Max! It’s the legends before the town even was built. In those very forests…

— Forests? I thought it was like, just a suburban area. 

— It’s wild Austrian woods, why I would put you to adventure in the fucking suburbs? 

— You’re a suburb baby. 

— Shut it! God, I hate you guys. Alright, so…these woods are populated with…creatures. 

— Ooooh, like the mammoth we saw! 

— Karen, seriously, what the fuck? These woods are filled with motherfucking human-eating killers, not just some animals! 

— Then why do you say “creatures”? — Because it makes for a good fucking story! God, everyone, this is why none of you are studying creative writing! 

— Only your parents have money to pay for it. 

— This is why you all are fucking losers. Alright…god, I hate you. People went missing in these woods. Mostly tourists, never the local population – this is why police don’t care about it. Bodies were found, half-eaten, rotting under that very tree! 

— Which tree? There are like 10 of them just here. 

— More like 100. 

— Under every fucking tree! — That’s a lot of bodies. 

Chad groans, visibly aggressive. You just tilt your head to the side, only talking to him once before taking the last sip of your Coke and standing from your place. You wanted to take a chance to see those woods before you’d be going even deeper the next night – Chad was planning quite an adventure in the wilderness, to your dismay, and you wanted to have a chance to see the cool part of nature before you would grow tired of it. 

To your surprise, Karen was nowhere to be seen. Knowing the girl, she is far too innocent and dumb to be here – probably ran away to not listen to scary stories or got lost while trying to find a good place to pee. You sigh, feeling that it is your responsibility to pick her up – she is Marty’s girlfriend, but he is too stoned out to notice her disappearance yet. 

You stumble on your foot – alcohol makes you dizzy, makes you relaxed and smiley. You don’t even care that no one came to ask what the fuck you are doing – as far as you aware, they all can go and fuck themselves while you have a lot more fun things to do. Like searching for a drunk girl in the forest in the middle of the night…yeah, you really should work on your definition of fun. 

You already a good few minutes into the forest. Nothing but trees, not even a squirrel or a wolf pocking around to feast on yummy bodies. Not like you wanted to see a wolf, of course, but meeting with the wild life could be fun. You’d like to see a bear, for example. 

(And you will – just a bit later) 

— Karen? Karen, are you alright? You decide to scream for her once you are far enough from your friends that they won’t question why you are so concerned for her. Poor girl was obviously scared and you didn’t want to embarrass her even further, so you stroll through the woods, an empty bottle of coke in your hand – not sure why you didn’t threw it away. Littering isn’t nice, after all. 

— Karen? You’re scaring everyone, come out! 

You scream some more – she is probably lost, deep enough that she can’t even hear you. You try not to panic, try to be the reasonable friend – it’s usually Jenny’s task but here you are, trying to be the cool one of your friend group. You yell for Karen some more, listening closely to every little sound that could be easily taken as her whimper or cry for help. 

Nothing. 

Just how far can a scared drunk girl go? Probably not further away than you – you’re already starting to get tired and you knew that Sidhey got far drunker than you are. Which means she could lay here, somewhere, passed from the exhaustion, freezing, with forest animals feasting on her…no, no, you can’t think like that. She is fine, she has to be, or you are going to get into so much trouble with the police and her parents. You never told any of your families about the trip, so you wouldn’t want to get in trouble what ould require their assistance. 

You take a step into deeper part of the forest – and you think you saw a glimpse of…something. Metal, probably, might be her phone or that atrociour hair dye she is using to stop everyone from calling her a mouse. You also think you could hear a sound of someone breathing – heavily, gruffly, definitely a male, but you don’t really know how. You squint, trying to see through the trees. 

You see Karen. 

— Karen? God, you scared everyone…well, me. Where the fuck have you been? 

You smile and wave at her, your drunken state isn’t allowing you to see that, for some weird reason, she isn’t waving back. Or moving, so to speak. She stared at you with that terrified expression of hers and you tilt your head to the side, not udneratanding why is she like that. Something happened between her and others? 

You take another step back and Karen falls. 

Well…her head falls, anyway. 

There are a lot of feelings right now. Panic, panic, panic, a little bit of panic and, oh, who could have guessed, another riel of panic which makes you freak the fuck out and sprint – towards her. Maybe she will be alive if you could put her head back on her neck really-really fast? 

— Is it too late to convince you this is all a dream? 

The voice. 

You don’t recognize it – it’s distorted and quiet under the mask and you don’t know anyone int his fucking place anyways. The voice is weirdly happy, weirdly laughing and you want to vomit from how easy-going it sounds. Like the corpse of your beheaded friend is nothing, like it’s a fun pun, like…

You laungh forward, trying to, maybe, get revenge on your not-really-a-friend. Guy lets go of Karen’s body, allowing it to fall down, her head rolling to the nearest creek and tumbling into the water like a sports ball. You can’t even sob – the situation feels too unreal, too shocking, you are still very much drunk and when the guy simply wraps his hands around your waist, not allowing you to move even an inch, you fall limp in his hold. 

You sob. 

His hand goes to grasp your face in a tight embrace, making you gag from the smell of blood splattered all across his hand. You hear chuckle. 

— Didn’t want you to see that first. Wanted to play hero, yes? 

You sob, you tremble, you can barely master a few words out of your mouth. You want to scream, but it’s like all the air just decided to disappear from your lungs. So, you cry instead. How brave of you, Karen would be so proud of her friend not even trying to avenge her death. 

— F…fuck…you. 

You master with all you strength. Guy is laughing again – his other hand goes to squeeze your waist even more, pushing you against a tree. He wears a full mask with some red drawings on it – a satanic cult, really? You thought about serial killer, maybe, but definetly not about crazy cult maniacs running around. The more you know. 

— Oh, kitten, I’d love to fuck myself. But you’re here for this, no? 

He called you kitten – you squirm in his grasp, not wanting to give him the easy way to kill you. Something pokes you to the side – it’s a knife. Large, sharp, military-issued, you saw it in movie and action TV shows – and now the bloody razor almost grazing over your skin, through the thing fabric of your open jacter and a simple T-shirt. 

— Wh…who are you? 

Stpuid question, really. 

— Why does everyone wants to ask who we are all the time? Would you die happier knowing my name? Would it help you escape knowing how many beauty marks I have?

It would certainly help the police if you were to survive the encounter. Even though you are certainly going to die right next to Karen over there. 

He pushes a knife towards your side, the blade cutting through fabric easily, You brace yourself for being gutted alive. 

— I don’t like stupid questions. Ask something wrong and I will see if you are as pretty on the inside as you are on the outside. 

In a normal situation, you would punch him for such a corny joke. But you’re too drunk for this, but you’re too exhausted for this, but you just want to curl away in some nice place and fucking die, but not because he was the one to kill you. You certainly do not want to give him the satisfaction of being the one for you. 

So, you feel your cheeks heating up with the faintest of blushes. 

— What are you going to do with me?

He pushes the knife deeper, sharp edge cutting the thin line into your side. You sob immediately, tears filling your eyes as you almost feel blood – not a lot of it, just a tiny sharp streak – fill your shirt. You want to vomit, hate pain, and everything that is related to it. Thinking that the knife is dirty already and he would probably infect you with whatever one of the 13 STDs Karen has if he were to proceed. He stops right before the blade can penetrate your skin. 

— I’m a serial killer. What do you think I will do with you? 

You shake your head, trying to search for the question that won’t make him plunge a knife into your body. 

— W…what is your favorite color? 

Good job. Amazing job. Let’s hope you don’t like your liver all that much because he is definitely going to cut it out and eat it. 

— Red. I like you. 

Suddenly, you are being pushed to your knees. Suddenly, he is standing right in front of you – he is tall, of course, bulky and big, and he seems even bigger from this angle. Your face is pressed against his crotch and you can feel the dread slowly filling up your weins. Is he going to…

He presses a knife against your lips – you part it obediently, nervously, you feel your face twitching with disgust as your mouth immediately fills with the metallic taste of Karen’s blood. You really need to vomit right fucking now, but he is petting your head with his other hand like someone would do to a dog or a cat, and you sob. Too scared to do anything and here you thought you would finally stop letting people walk all over you. You thought it would start a journey of self-actualization and finding your own priorities, but…

He presses the knife a bit deeper. 

— Someone here has manners. Your friend here was trying to fuck me until she saw a knife. 

Sounds like Karen. You still remember her fucked-out face when she happily stumbled out of your room, with your boyfriend that you thought was never into cheerleaders. She had her urges and it was normal until she started to get off with those urges on everyone who liked you, or who you liked – and with such an innocent smile that no one was ever mad at her. 

He presses the knife against your upper jaw, laying it flat on your tongue – you sob, trying not to shake your head too much as he wipes away your tears and pushes your throat even deeper on the blade. You don’t know how it still hasn’t penetrated you yet. 

— Squealed like a fucking pig, not even fun anymore. I assume she was the whore of your group? 

You shook your shoulders, not wanting to give him any answers. He laughs, pressing the blade down and slightly turning it to the side. You feel the string of saliva running from your open mouth – he wipes it with his finger, leaving blood stains on your face. 

— Clean the knife for me, okay? I might leave you live if you would be good for us. You launch onto the opportunity to save your life so quickly, that you don’t even register the word “us” slipping from his tongue. 

You suck the knife obediently, carefully holding your tongue from the sharp edge so you won’t cut yourself, trying so desperately not to hurt yourself on the blade, that it’s almost adorable, He looks at you, the way you even fucking hollow your cheeks to clean it more efficiently, like you were sucking a cock and, with every passing second, he doesn’t really feel like killing you anymore. 

He feels like keeping you bound to him – maybe cutting your ankles so you would never run away from them, maybe tying you up to the body of your friend and holstering you both to the house, making you watch him gut Karen so you’d know not to run away from them. 

He pets your head like you were a cat – and, god, he always adored cats. 

You hear the noises from the side – your gaze darts to the nearest bushes as the guy waves his hand to someone gigantic sitting down at your side. Two pair of hands are now petting your head like you were a fucking animal – and you’re still sucking on his knife, feeling the pressure on your lips. You want to die, but there is no choice but to keep living. 

— Scheisse, what do you have here? 

A hand goes to cup your face and turns you to the side, to meet the giant, bulky figure fully wrapped in camo gear. His face is concealed with some sort of hood, which makes you shake even more. They both look like soldiers – or soldier-cultist-butchers from a horror movie. But, then again, you are in the fucking horror movie, since the big guy has Karen’s head in his hand, holding her by the hair. You sob even more. 

— Stumbled across me as I was gutting the slut. 

— Is she a smart one then? 

The guy with the knife laughs, yanking the blade from your mouth. You want to close it immediately, but the second guy pushes his finger between your lips, keeping them apart – and you are too scared to even try to bite him. Instead, you sit here, obediently, feeling the alcohol in your system working its magic. Again. Making you drowsy and relaxed, panic drained so much energy from your body, that you genuinely feel horrible. 

— No, wouldn’t say so. Obedient, more like. 

— Not a cool one either. Are you a virgin, Schatz? 

You want to lie, just so you won’t feel so fucking embarrassed because of it – but something in the brutality of what they did to Karen made you reconsider. You just shake your shoulders, not wanting to give a definitive answer. 

— Cute. Been some time since we saw a cute one like this. 

Your sobbing intensifies and the big guy suddenly yanks you on your feet. You immediately feel ill, pressing your head against the tree and emptying your insides – mostly because of the panic and partly because of the amount of alcohol you drank. Their touches are surprisingly soft on your skin, gently removing any stray hairs from your face and holding a firm hand on your back, rubbing the blood and grim into your jacket. 

You stand like this for a few minutes, choking on your own tears, vomit, and blood. They coo at you, gentle hands on your body guiding you towards them just so the second guy – a smaller one, relatively of course – could get a hand in your hair and yank it back. Hard. 

— Calm the fuck down. 

— You’re scaring her, Tigeren. 

— Aren’t we here for this? 

— Thought you liked this one. 

— I do. But…

— But? 

— Not fun to take her just now. She can help stir her friends a little. Make them run a little. 

They fucking killed Karen and they want to…let you go? They made you clean their knives, stand on your knees in front of them, and then gently helped you empty your insides – just to let you go when you could run into the nearest policeman and destroy their whole little game? Are they dumb or overly confident? 

— She could run. I would rather keep her with us. 

— They won’t get out of these forests without phones. And their car is already…shit. Spoilers. 

— Alright. But I would be the first to take her next time. 

— She won’t be any good after you, Ko. 

— Our Kleine Hase has more than one hole, ja? 

This is it. 

You take the opportunity – they are distracted by their little conversation, so you duck under the hand of the bigger man and run in the close direction to where the group is sitting. You are covered in blood, and dirt, you shake like crazy and you can barely even run straight without getting right into the various trees, but you don’t care. You aren’t strong enough to sit here and listen to their conversation – not when the self-preservation makes you forget about Karen. Not when that feeling in your chest can only be described as “She got what she asked for” – because she was a bitch, but not nearly enough to deserve being beheaded by two psychos. 

They laugh as they watch you run. Horangi smiles, nudging Konig to the side – you’re not a fighter, but still interesting enough. Adorable and obedient, just vile enough to suck on the same knife that killed your friend – interesting mix, to say the least. Hongjin always wanted a cat, but never got the time on the various deployments – and you behave like a perfect mix of a kitten and bunny. 

Konig tilts his head to the side, watching you, this pathetic little thing, run like the devil was after you. He was, of course. and he came in double, but it was still funny, how a city girl like you seriously thought you would be able to get away if they weren’t allowing you to. You’re cute, for a tourist, and he wants to hunt you some more – perfect foreplay before destroying you with either his cock or his knife. 

One down – and both of them couldn’t wait to finally get to you. 

[sold2vlaykz]

SLASHERS X SHIFTER READER

Prompt: reader who shifts to their universe

Characters- Bo Sinclair, Michael Myers, pretzel jack, Brahms Heelshire, Jacob Goodnight

Pretzel Jack

He knew what you were so immediately he wanted to be your bestest friend, you were doing what he usually did!

Except you were shifting realities for him!

He hates it, he’ll sleep all day until you return again when you fall asleep.

As soon as you appear he’s showing you tricks and taking you on walks.

Sometimes you just cuddle together, he always get so scared that you’ll wake up early.

Will literally cry if you vanished in the middle of his tricks, tracks the time you usually come back. Will try to send you signs too see if you’re okay.

Knows how to send signs, visions, warn you of potential danger.

Begging you everyday to just live and stay with him in his reality, he didn’t like the fact that other people could have you.

Trying his best to show you newest of tricks he learned over the time, showing you that no one could make you smile as much as he could.

-

Bo Sinclair

It freaked him out that he killed you and you kept coming back, eventually he just gave up and spoke to you.

When he’s flirting with you, or you’re in the middle of something intimate and you just vanish.

It agitates him, especially when he’s angry and he can’t talk to you about it.

If you disappear on bad terms, he’ll stay up all night thinking about it. Wondering if you’d even come back.

Wondering if he’d kiss you again, it’s all full of reassurance when you eventually come back.

He’s a tad curious about it, wondering where you came from, what year it is. Showing off old things you’ve never seen before.

“Technically I’m over thirty years over ya.”

He doesn’t know how to show signs just yet, but he does accidentally when he’s very angry.

Communicating with you through visions when you awake unintentionally

“How old are you really- Wha- WHAT!?”

Getting jealous about the men you come across in your real life, telling you that you shouldn’t date people even if he’s not “technically.” Real.

Your his.

Eventually, if he learns to control it he’ll make you say his name in your sleep. Which obviously made any guy you were with assumed you were cheating.

Convincing you that you should stay there with him forever and just letting your body go on auto pilot.

Which of course you told him no, but that doesn’t stop him from arguing with you about it.

-

Jacob Goodnight

He met you by you walking around his ‘home.’ And talking to him as if it was normal.

Of course he tried to kill you but then he found out that wasn’t possible, so he just grew used to you being around, and eventually grew obsessed to you being around to the point where now if you leave he goes batshit insane, you’ll return to him crying on the floor only for when he sees you to run up to you like a toddler.

Swooping you up in his arms and begging you not to leave him again.

Trying to make you feel extra guilty you when you have to get up for work/school.

Telling you to pray with him before you left, throwing tantrums about you having actual relationships outside of this. Calling you whores and cheater only to apologize later, on his knees telling you he’s sorry.

Telling his mom *before she died* that he had a girlfriend, despite her never seeing you. And when she did she tried to kill you, only for you to return again and again.

He didn’t know how to send signs, only accidentally sending them when sad or angry.

“I missed you, I really did.”

Is all he says while holding you up as you return, if you disappear before he gets to let go he will literally crash out.

Breaking things, being more cruel in his killings.

He doesn’t do weird things with those girls anymore, he has a girlfriend. Despite what people think, he’s a very loyal boy. Like a puppy dog,

-

Michael Myers

It went from him trying to kill you, realizing he couldn’t so ignoring you, than eventually dealing with your presence.

“Michael, there’s not a thought behind your eyes is there?”

Were you insulting him? Never in decades had anyone grabbed the balls to insult him and survive.

Yet he couldn’t kill you, so he had to get used to ‘his’ annoying numb skull. Yeah that’s right, his.

He sent signs to you, random nightmares or random visions of scary shit. You always pestered him about it though he had no clue he did.

It’s like his aura was just haunting even unintentionally.

He was intrigued about why you liked him despite all he did, honestly didn’t mind you being around especially when it wasn’t halloween. Though time moved different because of you, one day it could be Christmas the next it was halloween.

During the days it wasn’t his killing spree and he had to wait out he always watched out for his loud mouth to yap to him about the movies he was in.

Disappeared in the middle of a yap session? That’s a shame, he wanted to hear how he died.

If you forget to bring it up he will silently think about it, death had never been an actual concern until you spoke of it.

He was an unstoppable force, so he never considered death until now.

-

Brahms Heelshire

You had became his new nanny, you just followed the plot of the movie and switched up the ending.

At first he thought you left the house until you told him he didn’t believe you until he witnessed it himself.

Vanishing in the middle of his bedtime story, how rude.

“I missed you, we didn’t finish our story but that’s okay we’ll finish it later.”

His babyish voice was quite charming when he was in an especially good mood. Though his deep British voice was just as pleasurable.

“I missed you.”

His deep voice was so soft, every time you were together he cuddled up in the crook of your neck. Punching/breaking any object that was near if you disappeared in the middle of anything.

And oh boy, did he know how to send you signs.

He learned to just for you, will more so for himself and his jealousy.

Trying to remind you everytime that you didn’t need anyone in reality because you had him. He felt you were happy for any other reason other than him?

Dudes rage will make the loudest ringing in your ears.

“Don’t leave, just stay here with me. Forever.”

And of course you said no, so the arguments became frequent everytime he brought it up. Especially when you knew it was time for you to wake up.

“Just stay, you can. You just don’t want to!”

He’d yell at you, but he never ignored you especially with the limited time he had.

“You don’t need a boyfriend, I’m your boyfriend!”

In the softest kiddish voice just to make you feel bad, though what didn’t he understand? You had to live to!

[wosieposiecozy]

Finally got the balls to post this

Candybats rambles and HC and individual stuff. Turning these freaks into OCs fr

🦇🎀 Rambles under the cut bc talk of mental health, also note pink text is for things that are more personal to me/ based off my life. I project onto these freaks a whole lot, especially streber! The pink text range from silly to not so silly 🎀🦇

Enjoy!!!

-kevin is a nerd/freak, no way he's friends with Radford and isn't a nerd, bro def has a fixation on sonic the hedgehog but only owns 06 (he borrows other games from rad)

- streber is not an engineer but a theater prop maker, he enjoys the stage and probably was in a robotics club in college but engineering/ robotics was not something he wanted to go into directly. He dose prop commissions and is a teacher assistant at an elementary school.

-streber is great at math and calculations, but my boy can't read/spell well.

- streber likes to fidget with Kevin's hands

-kevin likes to just flop on top of streber. Streber likes the pressure. Kevin's like a cold weighted blanket, and streber is a heating pad.

- streber struggles with depression, it's been a year since Bob and while he's doing better, he struggles with not feeling anything sometimes, he's nervous on how his response to his trauma isn't like others. He kinda pretends it didn't happen and continues on, and only really thinks about it when he's alone at night. (Based on my own experiences with grieving a lost one)

- streber has mixed feelings about people who survived Bob, he never blamed them but he's just is extremely upset he couldn't get the same treatment from that monster. He stopped going to support groups and just dose 1 on 1 therapy.

- streber lived with his parents for a while after getting out of the hospital (the rats stayed with Leon 💪) , and kinda just wanted to rot in his bed, but eventually went to some sort of support. Mainly because of fears of going to the mental hospital (yes, again,based on irl experiences)

-streber refused to talk to news outlets regarding the incident.

- he fluctuates wanting to get a prosthetic arm to not wanting to.

-kevin is on depression and anxiety meds. (Literally hc he has the same as me, bro take them everyday or else bad shit happens!!! )

- Kevin doesn't talk about work when he's not at work, it makes him pissed, mainly because the most interesting thing is skid & pump, police, teens stealing, or killers/demons

- Kevin hates work and dose experience fear of "god, what I'm if I go into day and I die" but the anxiety of having to get a new job and change his norm over powers his fear of death.

- streber bites Kevin, like just a stress and comfort thing, Kevin is okay with it. Streber kinda bites his arm sometimes

- streber and Kevin rent out apartments, they don't live together.

-streber loves his rat children. We got Socrates🐀, motor oil🐀, and Mr. Girl🐀!!

- Kevin had a love at first sight kinda thing but didn't act on his feelings, mainly because he likes to get to know people first before asking them out and bc work has him in a choke hold.

- Kevin would like a pet cat but.... Work 😔

- they met because of Radford 💪 the real hero of spooky month's 18-30 year olds 🫡.

- streber became pretty good friends with Kevin at first then he fell for him, bro just loves cringe fail men (and women). Kevin was beefing with children, no way your gonna find a better boy failure /silly

- streber disassociates during slasher films. He still loves horror and Halloween as it was his comfort growing up, but Bob left a stain that will forever haunt him.

-streber's favorite horror movies are silent & psychological horror.

- Kevin isn't a huge fan of horror movies but he appreciates "Dave made a maze" & probably "Willard", he's like " Dave just like me fr!!!" (Go watch the movie, it free on Tubi 😎)

- both can't drive, streber takes the bus, Kevin takes his bike.

-I like to think they're both touch starved.

-kevin likes physical affection and wants to give it to streber but kinda forgets how to

-streber is very big on physical affection but isn't use to it

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- freak 4 freak

-insert Kevin is a fan of young Sheldon here-

🎀🦇 Oki rambles over 🦇🎀

If you liked it, that's kinda epic

[androxys]

Androxys Reviews... "I Know What You Did Last Crisis"

Okay, I don’t normally do reviews for these sorts of specials, but I love Halloween so I thought I’d give it a go. I think my two favorite stories were “Dearly Departed” and “God’s Chosen Man,” and my two least favorite were “A Constant State of Healing” and “Crisis Obscura.” I think that as a Halloween special, some of these stories did a better job of playing with the theme–there were a lot of good horror movie homages and trope acknowledgement! And then there were stories that didn’t really engage with that. Full spoilers for "I Know What You Did Last Crisis" below the cut.

Batgirl in “What Kind of Hero?”

Set during Crisis on Infinite Earths #4, featuring Barbara Gordon as Batgirl! As the wall of antimatter progresses, Barbara goes to save a family from Killer Croc. Over the course of the chase, however, it comes out that Croc is lashing out because of his fear, and Barbara comforts him. 

If DC is so deadset on putting Barbara in a Batgirl outfit, I have to admit, this is a good way of doing it. It's Barbara, and it's appropriate. She was a good Batgirl! I just hate how much of the desire to see her as Batgirl comes from a place of wanting to move past or erase Oracle. Seeing the old costume is fun too. I love the blue and grey and yellow. In terms of other contextual calls, Barbara wonders about the sewers being a job for Supergirl, but comments “Linda’s busy,” referencing the fact that 1) this Supergirl is Linda Lee, and 2) they’re friends! If this is set during the events of COIE #4, that means Babs and Linda were talking not too long ago. I think it's a sweet callback to their friendship.

Ultimately, it’s a nice notion to suggest that Batgirl is about not being alone, but I’m not sure that’s what Batgirl is specifically. I wish this story had one more page, but so it goes.

Dr. Light in “A Constant State of Healing”

I’ll confess, I don’t know the Millennium event as well as the other Crises represented here. Mahunters came down, pretended to be humans, etc. I certainly don’t remember them being so gory and… evil.

One of the Manhunters has taken an interest in what’s inside humans, in a spiritual sense, and tries to find it by taking them apart in a literal way. Dr. Light defends STAR Labs by powering through her own pain (and fear of the dark) to defeat the Manhunter. This story is much more interested in the horror motif of the anthology, with the Manhunter being a ripped-from-the-slashers killer taking the skin of his victims. I don’t feel this one required being set during Millennium, but it’s ultimately a decent horror story.

BoP in “Dearly Departed”

The Final Night! The Birds of Prey! This is an era with which I am very familiar, and it is delightful to see Dinah in her mid-90s costume. Black Canary is tracking missing people as Oracle is coordinating things during the Final Night, and she comes across Scarecrow and Silver Banshee. Canary gets doused with some souped up fear gas hallucinates Ollie’s corpse chasing her, begging her for help. She ends up working through her fear and takes down the Banshee, sending her to hell or something. That part wasn’t totally clear.

Okay, I really liked this one. And it’s tooooootally definitely biased. Whereas I didn’t think the previous Dr. Light story had to be set during Millenium (and to an extend, the Batgirl Crisis story didn’t have to be Crisis, but rather any general big threat during Barbara’s career) I think this story takes good advantage of the timing. Ollie had only been dead for 13 real-life months when Final Night first came out, so it’s very recent for Dinah! He’s a reasonable thing for her to hallucinate. It’s not incredibly Halloween-ish, but there is a bit of a horror thread there. Pairing her up against Silver Banshee is a good matchup as two “sonic screamers” but Dinah’s fighting ability and situational awareness are the way she wins. This one was really solid. 

JSA in “At the Point of Vanishing”

This is a JSA story about Zero Hour, so some of us already know where we’re headed. The JSA heads to the Vanishing Point, the place where time ends, to try to help. Extant is there and does what he does, giving his Zero Hour fight with the JSA a Halloween inspired flair. Extant is the monster that can’t be stopped, has the fakeout death, all the tropes of the scary movie monster.

This one is sweet for how it features Sandman’s internal monologue–he’s reflecting on whether the JSA still has a place, or whether they’ve still got what it takes, and they ultimately do! But this one lands somewhere between bottom of the barrel or cream of the crop. This one didn’t do anything for me, I don’t know.

Nightwing in “Crisis Obscura”

Ugh. I saw the author and felt the bad attitude seep into my body instantly. I got way too heated from a single story in an anthology by a man who would kick his heels to know he made a hater mad. Anyway. TL;DR, this story is Dan DiDio being petty, It isn’t even scary for the Halloween theme of the book.

Here’s the gist: Nightwing is tracking someone who doesn’t exist. He sees shards of reality depicting the events of Infinite Crisis. It’s revealed that Superboy–Conner Kent–lured Dick here because Dick was supposed to die during Infinite Crisis, subsequently uniting all the heroes and putting an end to every future Crisis. The problem is, Dick didn’t die. So the universe keeps having Crises to try to kill Dick and set things right. Conner throws Dick into the shards of reality (the ones Superboy-Prime punched) to die an infinite series of deaths and make everything perfect. The story ends with reality having changed–Superboy is now in a relationship with Cassandra Sandsmark again, they’re in domestic bliss, and Batman!Tim has dropped by for a visit. Conner regrets what he did, but ultimately feels it was necessary.

Okay. So. For those who don’t know, Dan DiDio wanted Nightwing to be the one to die during Infinite Crisis instead of Conner Kent. This is him getting his way, two decades later, and I found this whole story incredibly petty. Narratively, how is Superboy moving without Oracle seeing him on any of her monitors? Maybe it’s super speed or vibrating, who knows. How does she not see him tear the warehouse open? Maybe it’s the reality shards, who knows. How does Conner know it was “ordained that [Nightwing’s] death would unite all heroes,” make the Trinity step aside, and end all future Crises? Also, since when does Conner talk like that? And, my big question, DOES DAN DIDIO HONESTLY THINK THAT CONNER KENT WOULD KILL DICK GRAYSON? The answer may surprise you. Meta-narratively, DiDio seems to be relishing in reminding everyone that he wanted to kill Dick and finally gets to do it. Cassie gets to say “None of this is your fault. You were never meant to die.” Conner ends the story by saying that we should all just move on. Neither of these strike me as particularly subtle, but they sure are passive aggressive! 

I take issue with the idea that killing Dick makes a perfect world. It sure wouldn’t be perfect for Bruce! Or Barbara! Or Tim! Or Donna! Or, or, or… the list goes on. If the argument is hinging on the idea that Dick dying makes the Trinity step aside and new heroes step up… that’s not exactly in line with DiDio’s feelings towards legacy characters. That’s why he wanted to kill Dick in the first place. And if Dick dying is necessary to end all future Crises… that’s pre-emptively setting up Dick’s death to be undermined and cheapened when the next Crisis inevitably rolls around. This story, so smug in its meta-commentary, handily ignores that there will always be another Crisis. Those events sell comics! DiDio was a DC exec, so it’s not like this fact is exactly lost on him. Of course, all of this is in the bottle of this single story, so it’s not like it matters, but. God. I hate this story.

And besides. We all know that any world with Batman!Tim is decidedly not a perfect one.

Scarecrow in “Jump Scare”

Okay. My pulse is back down. I’m normal again. I’m back to reviewing. This was a good Scarecrow story! It’s set during Blackest Night, but it’s just about Scarecrow terrorizing a couple who saw a horror movie together. He reflects on the nature of fear (as he is wont to do) and is chosen by a Yellow Lantern ring for his ability to instill great fear.

I don’t think this one ties into Blackest Night all that well, if I’m being honest, but it is a solid Crane story. He’s doing his thing, it follows the formula, bing bang boom. I liked the artistic depiction of showing the guy hallucinating as being in black and white while the rest of the world was still in color–it led from the classic horror movie motif well.

Lex Luthor in “God’s Chosen Man”

Okay. I’m writing this now before I’ve read it: I have high hopes for this one just by looking at the art of the opening page. I want this to be good.

This one is set during Final Crisis, and is reflecting on Lex Luthor’s doubts about Libra as he tries to get the Secret Society to swear allegiance to him and his power. As Lex ruminates, talking with the other villains, a hallucinated Superman follows behind, serving as Lex’s inner voice. Of doubt? Of conscience? As Libra and his masters conquer the earth with Anti-Life, Lex has the realization that Libra serves Darkseid, putting the pieces together that his Superman has been trying to spell out for him. Lex decides that he will be the one to defeat Darkseid, and Superman begins to laugh at him, wearing Lex’s face and mocking him for his arrogance. Lex admits that he needs Superman’s help to defeat Darkseid, and begins to work with Sivanna to plan their betrayal.

Okay, there’s a lot I love here. I love the art. I love that in his mind, Lex is dressed like the Silver Age. I love Lex stating “I don’t believe in gods. But I know plenty about aliens pretending to be divine.” But mostly, I love that this is good character work! It gets into the way Lex thinks, and it plays off his obsession with Superman, his intellect, and the fact that he’s smart enough to reflect on his obsessions with Superman. It provides greater context for what was happening in Final Crisis (which is always appreciated) and sets the stage for his heroic turn against Libra. It’s not especially Halloween-y, so far as these go, but I think it’s good comic work.

Midnighter in “Violent Tendencies”

During Flashpoint, in the world of Flashpoint, Lucas Trent is watching as the Amazonian/Atlantean war continues to devastate the world. Rather than stew on politics, Midnighter goes out to a Halloween party! There, he overhears talk of a serial killer with a victims list including some of DC’s best fighters (at least in the real world) and ignores it. At the party, Pyg roofies Midnighter and takes his home, ostensibly to help him. Of course, it’s Pyg, and he starts trying to kill Trent to turn him into a doll. However, Midnighter reveals he was faking inebriation, having actually been hunting Pyg himself. He kills Pyg, declaring that people can make the world a little better with blood on their hands.

This was a good Halloween spin. It had Midnighter hiding from the knife wielding serial killer, and it even had the classic connection between sex and death that these sorts of slashers trade in. Of course, Midnighter subverts it, but so it goes. I think it’s interesting that they set this during the Flashpoint event–Flashpoint #5 was the first time we saw Midnighter in a main DC comic, having previously been in the Wildstorm universe/Earth-50. I think this is a case of wanting to use Midnighter as a character but not wanting to play off any Crises outside of the New Earth era (1986-2011). Which, this accomplishes, but raises my bigger question… why are all the Crises in this era? I personally, as a fan, am served by this decision. I love New Earth! DC seems to recognize that fans like New Earth, given how much of Rebirth and Infinite Frontier were about bringing some NE stuff back. 

I think it must have been a conscious decision to limit the scope like this–I’m sure there are horror opportunities in events like Convergence or Forever Evil or Dark Crisis. Didn’t we have like one million evil Batmen ripe for horror? Maybe DC thinks we’re too close to these, or burned out (or just burned) from those events. Who’s to say.

[merakiui]

Mera! I'm losing track of the days lol, but so long as i send an ask a week, i think i should be okay 😂

Also feel free to post your hsr hair thoughts bc i love to read your rambles as much as your fics! I'm looking forward to the jade one and him imitating floyd is really amusing. I like to think jade has a sort of pride about him where he loathes being compared to floyd but also jokes it off when someone does or when someone mistakes them, so i can imagine his pride and ego taking a hit but he endures it for sake of reader. Almost like he gets addicted to acting like floyd bc everyone likes floyd better anyways, right? So why not give the people what they want! He receives such a positive response when he acts like floyd that it rewires the hurt in his brain and suddenly the thing he hates is now cathartic for him but theres still that underlying hurt underneath >.<

BUT thats not why im here hehehe, for this weeks questionnnnn......

Who do you think would be the 'final girl' in a slasher film from each dorm? And then if u can, who do you think would be the ultimate survivor? You can optionally bestow the other titles; the virgin who lives but is hurt, the killer in hiding and the idiots who are the first to go, etc :D i read a yandere slasher fic here on tumblr where reader goes into a cabin with her friends and they get killed off one by one until the yandere presumably fucks reader and it has me back in my horror phase 😅 just pretend its Halloween in june, like xmas in july hahaha

-🐔 anon!!!!

:D hi hi 🐔!!!! Thank you for enjoying my writings and ramblings and for your interest in the upcoming Jade fic!! He'd do anything for you, even if it means he has to endure bittersweet pain just to see you smile. >_< all he wants is a chance with you and he gets that when he acts as Floyd. It may be uncomfortable and it may chip away pieces of his pride as an individual, but you laugh at his jokes and look at him like he's the only one in your world. He'll do whatever he can just to receive a crumb of your affection, even if it's all meant to be reserved for Floyd. Aaaa I love writing this version of Jade!!!! He's just so interesting and obsessed!! orz

Ooooo final girls from each dorm!!! That's such a fun question. Here are my thoughts!!! ^w^

Heartslabyul's final girl would be Cater. He's so perfect for the final girl trope! You think he might die first because he's pretty and can't let go of his phone for the life of him, but when he gets serious he can be very cutthroat. <3 the idiotic duo would have to be Ace and Deuce. Deuce hears a strange noise and wants to check it out because he's definitely not scared of demons or killers and he'll beat up anything that tries to hurt him and his friends. Ace thinks he's trying to prank him, but he begrudgingly follows him, thinking it's either nothing and Deuce is trying to scare him or it'll just turn out to be something with a completely natural explanation. It's neither, and while they're both bickering the killer looms from behind. Riddle is the logical one who tries to put everything into perspective and figure out a logical reason behind everything. Trey is, unsurprisingly, the mom friend who just wants everyone to stay in one place because hopefully the authorities will show up soon (they never will).

Savanaclaw's final girl is Ruggie. He's resourceful and cunning; you think he may die first, but he's actually very good at survival. He'll live, but he comes out of the horrific night covered in blood after he's just fought the killer to the death. Jack is your typical jock, kind-hearted and caring, who doesn't believe in any of that ghost stuff or horror movie trope stuff, but when it becomes too real he gets even more serious than before, determined to survive and protect those close to him. Leona strikes me as the type who, upon the first sign of something suspicious or dangerous, promptly leaves. He will not be swept up in any murder plots, no thank you. <3 either that or he sleeps through it all and the killer thinks he's dead at first glance LOL.

Octavinelle's final girl would be Floyd. As goofy as he is, he's also another cutthroat guy who can and will survive. He may throw himself directly at danger, but somehow he always comes out of it alive. Jade is your typical killer-in-hiding. You won't suspect him until it's too late, and by then nearly half the cast is dead. Azul is the type who acts like an ally to everyone, but he's secretly either plotting with the killer or planning to sacrifice everyone in order to save himself.

Scarabia's final girl is Jamil. Most of his decisions are made solely to protect Kalim (who naturally is the comedic relief/carefree friend who is just too sweet for this world), but there's a build-up in this movie where the plot twist is that Jamil ultimately ends up tricking Kalim. Is it possible for both him and Jamil to survive? Perhaps, but this isn't that kind of movie. :) and from the bloodshed, Jamil emerges, alive, exhausted, and traumatized. (Or I could also see Jamil as a killer-in-hiding and Kalim as the final girl; it fits either way in my mind hehe!! :D)

Pomefiore's final girl is either Epel or Vil. It's hard to choose just one of them for the trope because I feel like it can fit them both in different ways. Rook is obviously the killer-in-hiding or he's just that really unnerving character who happens to know too much about how a killer thinks. >_< Vil as a final girl would be so cool because I think he can also be quite cutthroat. He's the character type who spends most of his focus on himself throughout the movie, yet he still manages to survive. How, you may ask? He weaponized various beauty products or, my most favorite idea, he fought the killer in heels and won, by which the heels absolutely became his weapon. >:) Epel as a final girl would be somewhat surprising because he's the character who no one really expects to live because he's "so petite and cute and omg how will he ever survive the big, scary killer!!!!" D: but then Epel shocks everyone when he ends up arming himself with brass knuckles or a baseball bat to go hunt down the killer himself.

Ignihyde's final girl is Idia, but then he also fits into the loser nerd category. Idia as a final girl is a little frustrating because he spends the entire movie being prideful and rude to the other characters, so everyone sort of wants him to be killed off first because he's so unlikable. But because Idia's seen all of these tropes before and knows his way around a horror movie, he ends up surviving. Ortho survives as well, but then I can also picture him being something of a sci-fi horror villain (i.e. technology becomes bad and targets humans). It's something like in book six where he was giving the students little tests in order to advance to the next level. Just a little villainous and devious!

Diasomnia's final girl is Silver. The stress of the situation manages to keep him awake, and so he's mainly in survival mode for the entirety of the film. Silver does his best to protect everyone, even putting himself at risk if it means he can save his friends. Sebek likely puts up a good fight, but he's far too stubborn and can't be quiet to save his life, so he ends up getting killed. I feel like Lilia could be a killer-in-hiding, or he's just the mischievous trickster type. Malleus could also be a killer-in-hiding, or he's the trope of "misunderstood character with a reputation that is solely rumors who turns out to be quite sweet and helpful to the main character."

[emmedoesntdomath]

Can I just have some good hcs? I need emotional support rn 😭😭

HI OF COURSE SORRY I DIDN’T ANSWER EARLIER

race has adhd, right? and because he’s also gay as hell, he has that certain audacity that says if he really tries, he believes he can do just about anything. so when he was, like, six, he taught himself the basics of morse code for shits and giggles. then he forgot about doing it, and so he never learned any more. when he became friends with albert, they learned a little bit more together, so they’d be able to communicate without other people knowing (stuff like help, no, I’m bored, this bitch, etc.) they continued using that method for years. and then they met spot, it seemed natural to include him, too. so their vocabulary expanded, and they just started talking without using words, saying things (again) like help, get me out of here, this bitch, and; I love you. 

when charlie became crutchie, he decided that no one else had to know who he used to be. jack did, of course, because jack had been francis, but that was different. he became a newsie, made friends, made family. still, he was crutchie. this wasn’t weird, or bad, because most newsies had nicknames, but most newsies had names, too. but crutchie was just crutchie. so when les asked ‘d’you still have a real name, too?’ one day in the penthouse, he froze a bit. because he did, of course he did. but crutchie was crutchie, and charlie was gone. he whispered back, ‘I don’t know. I don’t think so.’ les simply nodded and said, ‘okay. let me know if you get one.’ crutchie cried a little bit that night. over a year later, after kids had come and gone, the seasons had changed and come again, les and crutchie were in the penthouse again. les was reading and crutchie was fiddling with his crutch. ‘charlie’ he whispered. les glanced up. ‘charlie’, he said a little louder. ‘that’s my real name.’ les looked like he understood. he moved over and held out a hand to shake. ‘nice ta meetcha, charlie. I’m les.’

jack and davey once had a big fight. I mean, obviously, all couples do. but they fought, and then they didn’t speak to each other for a solid week. race was beside himself. ‘jackie, jackie, no- listen to me. listen. you NEEDS to talk to davey. don’t look at me like that. dave needs you. we needs dave. c’mon. please.’ jack, being the emotionally stunted man-child he is, did absolutely jack shit. so race turned to davey. ‘dave. dave, davey, please. look, I know he’s an idiot. believe me, I do. I’ve been putting up with the knucklehead for years, I get it. but we’s fallin apart, dave. the kids need you and jackie. I know that’s not fair to say. but its the truth. just- please. talk to him. hit em for all I care. just make this better.’ they were back together within two hours. (racetrack higgins can work MIRACLES when he tries.)

jack once called medda mom while painting a set. it was casual, a thrown over the shoulder kind of thing, and he didn’t even realize what he had said. but medda sure did. and she went home and thanked a lord that she had done nothing but screamed and yelled at for the better part of fifteen years for jack kelly, and the sheer good and happiness he brought into her life. 

elmer, splasher, slasher, magnet, graves, and their siblings having a weekly family dinner that everyone is required to attend. swipe has an invitation extended to them every week. slasher hates it. 

[lilyliesgold]

What would SAMS characters do if they watched a horror movie?

Sun

The first time Sun watched a horror movie, he was really excited, albeit a little nervous. He insisted on sleeping with the lights on later.

Always has a pillow at the ready to squeeze or scream into.

Flinches at every jump scare, no matter how small or insignificant.

He prefers horror movies made for children, ones that are spooky, not scary.

Actively avoids slasher movies, too much trauma.

Moon

Moon is unfazed by most horror movies. He’ll just sit there, arms crossed, making snarky comments about all the stupid things the characters are doing.

Appreciates the jump scares and isn't bothered by them. He likes to try and predict when they'll be, then brag to the others whenever he predicts correctly.

He's that one person that purposefully makes the movie worse for others. Poking people in the side, making random noises, spouting off random creepy facts that come to mind as the movie plays.

Hates it when the ghost is a child, or when there are children involved. Can't and won't watch ''It".

He'd love psychological thrillers, gothic horror, and cosmic horror.

Solar

Solar finds horror movies fascinating. He doesn't get scared, instead he’s hyper-focused on the plot, the special effects, and the psychology behind the characters' actions.

He’s the person who pauses the movie to say, "Did you know this scene was inspired by a real-life case?" or other random facts.

However, unlike Moon, Solar's not trying to creep everyone out. He just wants to share cool facts.

Jump scares don't really bother him, but he finds it funny when others get scared by them.

If the movie has a convoluted ending, Eclipse will analyze it in-depth and share his theories, whether anyone asked or not.

I think he'd enjoy sci-fi horror or anything with complex lore. He’s less interested in gore and prefers movies with deep storylines.

Bloodmoon

Absolutely loves horror movies. The second they discovered them horror movies became a close second to killing as one of the things that they enjoy.

They always root for the villain and bet on who's going to die next.

The more gore, the more fun. They love slasher movies because of the rush it gives them. It's almost as if they themselves are the ones stalking the prey onscreen.

Bloodmoon wants the movie to scare them, but it rarely does.

Absolutely loves slashers, body horror, and extreme gore. The more gruesome, the better.

Psychological horror? Eh, maybe if it’s twisted enough, but it's really hard for them to keep up with it. They usually drop those because it's too much whining and not enough gore.

Lunar

Poor Lunar is terrified. He agrees to watch the movie because he doesn’t want to feel left out, but regrets it immediately.

Hides behind a pillow and screams at every jump scare. He get's really attached to the characters and cries whenever one of them dies.

Always exhausted by the end because of all the screaming and crying, but can't sleep because the dark is staring at him and his blankets aren't doiNg JaCK sHiT!!!

...Oh, sorry that was just a moth. Stupid moths.

He and Sun are cuddle buddies.

By the end, they're both glued to either Moon or Solar, begging them to turn on all the lights.

Might have nightmares afterward but won’t admit it because he doesn’t want to seem like a scaredy-cat.

Kid-friendly spooky movies? Sure.

Actual horror movies? Please, no.

Earth

Never has, never will.

The closest she has ever gotten to watching a horror movie was Corpse Bride.

Monty was watching the trailer for Chucky and Earth overheard it. She started tearing up from just listening.

(Totally not something that happened to me once, no siree)

The only kinds of horror movies she would watch are the really bad ones, with the bad cgi.

Monty

Monty loves horror movies! Loves to yell at the screen and tell the characters how stupid they're being.

Gets really mad whenever a character does something idiotic.

Gets really into the movie and jumps during jumpscares, but then laughs it off.

If someone else is scared, he’ll tease them about it, but it’s all in good fun. Unless it's Earth. If Earth were to ever watch a horror movie, Monty would be asking her constantly if she's ok and if she wants anything or if she wants to stop.

Definitely brings snacks and makes it a whole event.

Enjoys monster movies, thrillers, and cheesy B-movie horror.

[creepling]

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age gaps (all 18+), breeding, breath play, cuckholding, corruption, dubcon, dacryphilia, drug use, degradation, femdom, fear play, knife play, kidnapping, mask kink, masturbation, monsterfucking, noncon, overstimulation, pegging, power dynamics, praising, s*x pollen, stepcest, spitting, somnophilia, voyeurism.

WHAT I DO NOT WRITE

age play, bestiality, eating disorders, foot fetish, furry, gender dysphoria, race play, smut involving anything with high schools/minor's spaces, suicide, self-harm, scat, vomit, vore (no hate to these categories btw, it's just not my thing).

(reminder these are only for smut and dead dove fanfics, all fluff/angst categories i am fine with)

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS

THE BATMAN - batman/bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler, selina kyle/catwoman.

BALDUR'S GATE III - astarion, gale, shadowheart, karlach, haslin, wyll.

DANONATION (PAUL DANO CHARACTERS) - dwayne hoover, eli sunday, edward nashton, jay (okja), pierre bezukhov, calvin weir-fields, klitz.

HORROR SLASHERS - michael myers, jason vorhees, bubba sawyer, ghostface, tommy slater, candyman, brahms heelshire, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair.

THE LAST OF US - joel miller, ellie willians, abby anderson.

MIDNIGHT MASS - paul hill, sheriff hassan, riley flynn, erin greene.

RESIDENT EVIL - leon s. kennedy, claire redfield, ada wong, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, ashley graham, luis serra navarro, alcina dimitrescu, karl heisenberg.

SUPERNATURAL - sam winchester, dean winchester, azazel, bobby singer, ava wilson

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE GAME - johnny slaughter, sissy slaughter, hands slaughter, danny gaines, leland mckinney, sonny williams, julie crawford, connie taylor, ana flores.

THE BEAR - richie jerimovich, sydney adamu, neil fak, marcus

X-MEN - wolverine, cyborg, beast, rogue, gambit, magneto, nightcrawler, morph, pyro, storm.

(all subject to change!!)

[biopanik]

The Morality of Fandom Activities

This might as well be an essay, so apologies for my long asf post. Just a few heads up: this is in no way talking about people who support incest irl and MAPS. Those are extreme cases that I'm not qualified myself to talk about, I only know that I don't want them on my page 😭

I stopped having a very active social media presence when I was finishing high school. For me, this was a huge deal, because as the token weird queer kid all my life, Tumblr and fandom culture provided a safe space for self-expression, developing my writing skills and exploring myself. Fandoms usually play a huge role for teens, since their interactions and their experiences shape their mindsets into the primary form their adult brain takes. Whenever I look at my old posts, I can see the points where I was maturing, I could see my opinions change very clearly without always connecting old posts to significant life events.

What is very important to take into account is that I was in ALL the "red flag" fandoms, even some niche ones. BNHA, Homestuck, RWBY, Okegom, Voltron, you name it. I was into it, I had Instagram edits of it saved on my phone. As a result, I am familiar with all kinds of fujoshi, yuri bros, proshippers, etc. I'm not here to inform you about my entire digital footprint though. I'm here to discuss fandom morality. Fair warning, I will be referring to a bunch of dark themes vaguely.

I want to start by saying I understand the appeal of a toxic ship. A ship that is straight-up problematic given the context of the story. Be it because the characters are abusive to each other, a very big age gap or them being blood relatives - I get it, even if I'm one of the people who's easily repelled by this shit. I get why Junjou Romantica, for example, became so popular. The big body proportions, the "forbidden romance" trope, the guilty pleasure, I get it. I understand how nerdy young women would fawn over yaoi because they craved a soft male touch. I understand the south park proshippers because they inserted their younger selves into the characters and imagined scenarios where their own fucked-up childhoods would make sense.

My experience with Funamusea helped me understand that things that are taboo can be appealing in a fictional form. There were a lot of issues because the horror used in Funa's games was centered around sexual battery and assault. To me, that made perfect sense. Funa games are packed to the brim with gore, war, mental abuse, and disturbing characters. Of course, there would be SA in such a fucked up setting. Rape is a horrifying thing that no one should face because it is a subcategory of violence. VIOLENCE IS SOMETHING NO ONE SHOULD EVER COME ACROSS. Therefore, why is it that people who write stories containing this trope receive so much hate, but 1940s war aus for example get praised? Why is FMA a pacifist masterpiece and not torture porn?

For "glorifying" real-life horrors? Triggering people? Let's broaden this.

Think of your favorite slasher film. Your favorite best-seller horror book. Do you think that the people behind these stories are freaks and murderers? Psychopaths are capable of fitting in anywhere they want, even fucking churches. So it is useless to assume creators are moral instigators for their VILLAINS. Now let's think about Colleen Hoover and Sara J Maas (or as I like to call her, Sara J Ass). Their "love" stories are super popular because of the immense marketing that they have received, despite profiting off romanticized harmful content. Backlash is still minimized in contrast to anime niche, because they are backed by million-dollar industries and the fact that they conform to the norms of a straight story. Although that, is a topic for another discussion - how problematic characteristics are "musts" in irl relationships.

Lastly, I want to talk about the so-called community saviors who want to protect these platforms. Those who want to build a safe environment so that no predators infiltrate our sacred grounds where we discuss Persona 5 ABO dynamics. A lot of them are oftentimes victims of this sort of abuse. I myself have come across groomers. But tbh 15yo kids who reblog Shiro X Keith are not really the enemy? Anyway, that's a little besides the point. I want to directly talk to these people right now, hear me out: you are hypocrites. You only pretend to care about Tumblr communities but do not hesitate to accuse someone of abuse (any kind) and tell them to end their life. How are you protecting anyone like this? How are you a positive role model for the children partaking in fandom activities when you show clearly that you wish death upon someone. VIOLENCE IS SOMETHING NO ONE SHOULD EVER COME ACROSS, I re-iterate and you possibly agree, but YOU ARE STILL VIOLENT, and justify it by being "virtuous". How are you any different from @\hivliving? Her actions will forever be engraved in her victims' heads, even if she was humiliated in the end. Then again, it would have been better for her to write a shitty low-quality fic about Hamilton having HIV or whatever the fuck, if looking up basic things about HIV was so difficult. After 7 years in & out of fandoms, there's one thing I'm fine with, and that's bad fics.

Ultimately there is so much more I want to say. I might cover this topic on my bestie and I's podcast sometime (soz it's in Greek). The bottom line here though is not about keeping a neutral stance on problematic media. It is to enjoy whatever the fuck you want just because it makes you happy. It is to differentiate what's a wolf in sheep's clothing from what's a sheep. It is to accept that kids will ALWAYS lie about their age to access all sorts of NSFW. God knows I did so. It is to recognize them and realize that their creators and fans are most likely not going to act out every bad thing that occurs in said story. Because if that were the case, with the rise of all the Yeagerists, we'd have so many bitchless college students trying to start little rumblings of their own, and the world would be a much funnier place.

Now go outside and spread your moral philosophies to people outside your Discord server

[afaimscorner]

AHS: NYC

Franky the most interesting thing about “American Horror Story: NYC” is the way people react to it. It’s a fact that the way a season of “American Horror Story” resonates with you says more about you than about the show itself, but with “NYC” we have reached the peek of this. Of course there is the thin veiled homophobia of those who hated it, but it is also interesting to see how many people generally did not get it. I mean, yes, there is room for criticism of course. Someone did point out righty so that the last two episodes feel very divorced from the rest of the the season, and of course they would, the serial killer plot ended with Episode 8 and the pandemic-plot had been on the back burner so long that no one really thought they would spend two whole episodes with pretty much everyone dying from AIDS in a very poetic way. I also think that many viewers honestly did not get that it was AIDS all along and generally thought it would turn out to be something else. And of course the issue with Big Daddy is that he is a metaphor for Death in general which did confuse some viewers because some characters that were killed by “him” did clearly die not from AIDS and some of those deathts never got resvoled, so yes, there were some - so to speak - plotholes and the last two episodes had no answers, not really. And I think many people also did not not want it to be AIDS, they wanted a Fantasy or Horror Version of it instead.

But this is the point of the season. “NYC” is the first really grounded season of the show. There is no real supernatural stuff going on, it’s magicial realism instead, and of course this would throw a portion of the audience. And of course some of them would get defensive about other people calling it the best season or even a good season, because in their eyes this does demean the Horror Genre and the rest of the show like: “How can death by AIDS be considered better than ghosts, witches, vampires etc.? Well of course you would say that because you look down on me for my taste because I do watch anything else but crime procedurals and soaps!” But there is literally no reason to get defensive. This is fucking Season 11! And with “American Horror Stories” now going on as well, we have literally had everything you can do with Horror done in the shows. “Apocalypse” was the big crossover season and should have been the end of the show, however they discovered they had not done a slasher season yet, so we got “1984″, but after that there was nothing left to tell.

So we got the weird “Doube Feature”, which was one of those Covid-Seasons, and the show still continued on, so it reinvented itself. It reinvented itself by doing a season of Real Life Horror. See, this season was very much a social commentary. And yes, after Covid, everyone and their father did a Pandemic Story, but Ryan Murphy decided to to a story about the other pandemic of our lifetime, the one no one is talking about anymore. And he did not to that because he wanted to educate Gen Z on the recent history of the world, he did it because this pandemic was something his community lived through and it was the scariest thing that ever happened to that community ever probably, because in case you did not know that: people were dropping dead like flies for no appearant reason for like a decade! “You think lockdowns and having to get a bad bad horrible vaccination were bad? Try being a gay man between 1980 and 1990!” is the message. And to make it even sacrier everything else was put in there too: a serial killer that targets the community, the hate crimes, the ignorance, and lack of BDSM protocol etc. This season, if you did like it or not, was the ultimate Horror Story because it was actual real life horror taken from the recent past.

I remember back when I watched “Apocaplyse” (which was in the winter right before Covid hit when something was in the air already) I was triggered really badly by the beginning of the season. This was the first and only time the show really did a number on me and the sacriest thing before that, the scene that haunted me the most, was way back in “Asylum” when Quinto did Conversion Theraphy on Sara Paulson. Why did those moments stand out to me? Because they were Real Life Horror Moments. I can deal with jump scares, gore, slashing, ghosts, vampires, aliens and all those things, but give me Real Life Horror and I am gone. And many many people out there are like me, if they want to admit it or not, they do not want Horror to deal with actual real life issues because that would scare them on a deeper and more personal level than any Torture Porn could.

Why do you think Steven King still is the undisputed King of Horror? Because he knows that it is essential to start out with Real Life Horror and then put a Supernatural Spin on it in order to get the catharsis the reader needs. And no one is better at this than he is. And for ten season “Amercian Horror Story” did exactly that and followed his example all eleven chapters of it at a time. But “NYC” did not do that. There was no Supernatural Spin, nothing you could fight in order to win, there was no catharsis, there was only death.

Does a story like this belong in an anthology show like “American Horror Story”? Maybe not. However this is not up to us to decide. It’s is up to Ryan Murphy, the writers, and Fox. They deemed it a good idea. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was. Like I said, the show did essential end with “1984″, it will have to change if it continues, it has already changed. And it will continue to change.

It’s okay to say “NYC” did nothing for you, but it’s also okay to say it was the best season you ever saw on the show. Which is not okay is to attack someone for saying either of those things (unless the reasons for not likeing it are obvious homophobia). Like I said, the way you react to a season of this shows says more about you than that season.

My favorite season is “Roanoke” which says much about me but not anything about the season. Runners Up are “Murder House” and “Hotel”, which again does tell you what kind of Horror I like. Is “NYC” up there with the great ones for me? No, but it was both an important story to tell and a necessary developement in the history of the show. If changing the way the show works will not save it but rather end it, it still would have not been a mistake, just something they tried that did not end up saving the show from cancellation/ reaching its natural end point.

So yeah, that was my piece, I guess. Not that anyone will care, but I just wanted to put it out there.

(And, no, I am neither a gay man nor old enough to really remember the AIDS Panic, but I have that super power called empathy combinded with that superpower like backround called education by listening to other people, so yes, I will defend any story that obviously is something really personal to those who made it any time).

[devil-doll13]

Motorcycle Man

Tw: Angst, Depression, Implied Suicidal Thoughts

Proceed With Caution!

A little bit of backstory for Max here I once again got from scraps of another fic. (I like to recycle) He is fun and easy to write! I say as I write the angstiest shit…

Horror/Slasher Oc Writing For Maxwell “Max” Holt

Summary: Max remembers how he came to own his motorcycle

Dividers by firefly-graphics

The first time he saw her was in the junkyard.

At the time he was in a real bad place. Working a car crusher at minimum wage and barely enough to make a living, all he did was destroy cars and get drunk to forget who he was, what he was.

What had happened to him basically ruined his life. Plain and simple. The full moon’s tyrannical hold on him dominated his mind. Terror and shame kept him in chains, no one to run to. Those were dark days, and he felt thankful he barely remembered most of them.

(Some nights he didn’t know what was keeping him here. Down in a hole with no way out. Would anyone even miss him? He knew they wouldn’t…)

The one good time he had, the light in the darkness, was her. And it was her that saved him in the end.

The memory is vivid; it still feels fresh. Because it was raining heavily that day, and he was painfully sober. Still on the job. Crushing car after car. A monotonous, soul-destroying task. The kind that wreaks havoc on the mind, when you realise it’ll never end.

But then, in the midst of all the scrap metal, he came across this old vintage Harley Davidson. She was just sitting there abandoned in a filthy old pile of junk. All beaten up and broken down, just like him.

Max just wondered who in their right mind would throw out a beauty like that. Even in a state of disrepair, she was a majestic beast. Still had a nice coat of paint on and everything, (although back then it was orange) but someone had decided she had no value anymore. Something about that struck him as profoundly sad.

For some reason he got the idea in his head to take her in, save her from himself. He just couldn’t let her get crushed to oblivion with all the rest of em,’ so against all common sense Max brought her back home with him.

Maybe he was crazy to think he’d be able to afford her, but once he weaned himself off the nightly booze he found himself able to put all his funds into her repairs. He did those himself, too; memories of his childhood flooding back. Better times, when things weren’t so desolate, when he still believed people loved him.

It took a while, it really did. Time, patience, and effort. It wasn’t easy, but he got into a routine after a while. By day he destroyed, and by night he repaired. Max nursed her back to health, little by little, until she was well again.

The joy he felt when he finally got her engine running again was euphoric, it made his heart soar. That was the first time he’d felt happy; really, truly happy in a long time. She was back on the road, as ferocious a tigress as she ever was. He revved her up, and she roared like a lion.

At some point he’d found himself healing alongside her. Not completely; he’d never really get his old self back again. But with this achievement Max found the strength to actually hope for something better. To look forward, rather than down.

He quit his job. He hated it, anyway. He hated the town he was living in, too. He needed to get away, run free by himself. Up North, just anywhere out of that place.

His new Harley Davidson was a life saver, in the end. She ended up carrying him right out of that shithole he was living in and where he met Jack. And then Jack looked him in the eye and told him he wasn’t beyond saving, like he’d thought. He wasn’t a lost cause.

That realisation was a heavy one. He felt lost, really lost. He needed guidance to help properly navigate his situation. After years of clinging to a life raft, believing he was lost at sea, it was easy to feel like he’d be swallowed whole by the waves. Jack provided a bigger ship to take shelter on while he repaired his own.

In Downings he went from destroying cars to fixing them up. He had a real talent for it. And a real passion. No matter how beat up something came in, he wanted to do his best to get it back into shape again. It was always immensely satisfying to feel the success of his work. A reminder that nothing is unsalvageable.

Sometimes he still has bad days. His thoughts are nebulous, it’s difficult to stomach when all he can see is a monster in the mirror. Harder still when the moon’s eerie glow casts its light on him, and he loses all control. Against his will, he must obey its call.

On those days, or nights, he turns back to his trusty Harley Davidson. He goes out for a drive, lets the wind blow away his worries for a while. And sometimes, sometimes things are alright.

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @soupbabe, @goldrose-star, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @solmints-messyocdiary)

[jj-shubert-writes]

Wow I need this WIP to be a popular published series stat so I have other people to talk to about my brainrot.

Look, I knew I was gonna love Deadeye. The automated security system has learned how to care for the station's inhabitants. You can't get any more tailored to my needs than that.

I did not expect to love Valley this much. Mostly because I didn't want xem to be this funny. I was going for the older noir fiction style of smart-alecy and detached rather than the newer trend of "here is a wet kitten of a human being who accidentally solves mysteries along the way" (mostly because xe's not a human being and I wanted to drive that home). And then my hand slipped and xer entire fucking life cycle is just "talk shit" and "get dunked on." But it actually makes sense because they were basically built as the detective equivalent of a crash test dummy (an insulting reference that will come up in later books) whose ENTIRE PREMISE is "fuck around and find out." And the thing that makes it so golden (more enjoyable to me than the likes of Fetch Phillips or Harry Dresden) is xer ironclad sense of self-respect. There are a few times after being thwarted by the cruel whims of real life that xe's like "maybe...I'm not the smartest, coolest, best thing in the universe." And then xe's usually like "Eh. Sure. Still pretty good for what I am/better than anyone else in THIS dump." Xe runs on such an odd mixture of spite, extreme pettiness, pride, and curiosity that I just love watching xem in any situation.

And Rhiannon deserves a huge shoutout. I never usually like my human characters this much when there are other, cooler options. I love her. She is somehow both the snarling dog and the one holding the leash. Her hallmark to me is her self-control. She genuinely just wants people to get along and be alright, and she gets a lot of that done by sharing food and helping out, but underneath her calm is a fury you do not want to see unleashed.

Because I just think it's so funny how actually, both of them just should not be understimulated. Valley gets broody and frustrated, but calm, cool, collected, in-charge Rhiannon, after one (1) day of bed rest at home after nearly getting MURDERED, flies out of her apartment like "I am going to cause problems on purpose! :D" and in a caffeine-induced warpath just goes and solves the entire mystery and stabs the hornet's nest and forces the big bads out of hiding without really consulting ANYONE. She's the epitome of "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and also very angry" with a relentless energy that's more befitting a slasher villain than a small town sheriff. Especially with her backstory, it's like yeah, she is larger than life, she is the sort of thing you only hear about in legends, and she cannot be fucked with. That is the thesis posed at the very beginning of the story and she spends the rest of the time proving it.

And that makes such a great dynamic between the two as Valley realizes "I thought I hated humans but this one is terrifying and kind of cool" while Rhiannon is unaffected by Valley's shit talk as long as she knows xe's on her side. They're the deadpan duo of "We need a diversion." "Light the couch on fire." "That's stupid. Light the whole ROOM on fire." They both look calm and are bundles of organized chaos underneath and it's SO FUN to WATCH

[ambreiiigns]

i'm gonna be a little bit insane about movies considering the Theme on thee blog today sorryy

the read more is mostly here bc i will be talking abt like a serbian film and shit like that so maybe you don't wanna see. if you opened this maybe you wanna close it again. ly

so so so disturbing movies. you know that iceberg. that is so full of shit. where the first two levels are stuff like fucking halloween the conjuring texas chainsaw house of 1000 corpses etc etc ?? insane !? and then suddenly it's like. faces of death?? huh. right.

so i'm working my way thru that iceberg very slowly bc my priority is of course Fun Slashers but as i've said this morning i'm quite desperate to find something that freaks me out which is why i'm turning to ~Disturbing Movies~

but i actually kinda hate them idk bc it's either. that didn't actually do much for me. Or borderline snuff shit where it's like. Like i've seen gore videos i've seen the fuckinnn cartel stuff and i hate to say this i know i sound pretentious but like it's fucked up bc it's real life people suffering but not like. disturbing ? idk i don't know how to say this but like. it's so cheap and lazy and shitty to make real life suffering in movies that are Disturbing. it doesn't get to me the way it's supposed to get to me. like ofc it's disturbing bc it sucks that this shit happens etc but it's not entertainment disturbing like a scary movie is and it's kinda. weird to me to group these things together. yk

and then a good chunk of those movies are just like movie gore sfx which like cool i do like to see them but so often they're tied to Hurting A Woman and just as often it's sexual ? and like. i know this wasn't made to scare me. i know this was made so someone could beat it to that yk. which is fine ig but it does make me throw up in my mouth a little bit also. like a good chunk of these movies end up being purposefully gross gorey porn and like !?!! it's just a bit gross it's not DISTURBING get the fuck out of hereeee ughhhh annoying to meee

and i HATE. i hate when a serbian film is grouped w them. bc like sure it's nothing like martyrs ig but it's also not just pointless shock factor for the sake of it ?! down to the name of the movie there is a purpose. it's shock factor used the way that i respect the most which is. to critique and rebel against censorship. the movie is what it is On Purpose and i don't find it to be as gratitious as some people say. like it is NOT like i spit on your grave fuck off. and i also don't think i spit on your grave is completely worthless i very carefully appreciate it but idk i feel protective of a serbian film idk. i don't know why. it's not good it's not outstanding but like it deserves a bit more credit. also i'm annoyed by people saying the worst part is the newborn porn bit like it's the worst part as in it's shit and cheap but HOW can you say that's the most disturbing bit ahdakkfa it was so fucking funny to me it was so ridiculous. i could not take it seriously for a second. to ME the only bit that actually kinda made me cringe was when he's all drugged up and insane and they put his wife & kid in front of him and he goes to town on both ?!?! and just. when. he gets to his son. the sound design of that specific second was the worst for me for some reason. but like when he realizes and then the aftermath until the all kill themselves ? that's the closest to Disturbed i got. the movie is just. you keep thinking oh there is no way they can do worse than this this had to be the worst thing and then in the next scene they do worse. it one-ups itself constantly. and it was MADE to push against the censoring in serbia. and the country is in the name specifically so people who know the movie can't separate it from the country. so their attempt to censor becomes useless. or something like that idk i'm not gonna do research for a tumblr post that i hope no one else reads i'm just talking out my ass if there's more nuance i'm SORRY but in short i respect a serbian film for this alone + it's not that bad + it's not as mysoginistic as some people say boo it's all about fucking over this one dude and there's women AND men who suffer as collateral damage. i don't see how it might specifically target women in any way ? not as much as other Disturbing Movies for sure

and then like also i can't begin to imagine who could think that pink flamingos deserves to be on this list too there was nothing. nothing disturbing there. yea it's outrageous yea it's disgusting yea it's weird but like. yea it's john waters. it's not the same as. anything else on this list. definitively not disturbing???? i do not understand it. like. what. what is it that unnerved you. a close up on someone's ass farting? miss divine eating literal dog shit? that wss unsettling to you? babe. it's just a bit gross at best

now. i am very tolerant. with these movies. i think more or less all of them have worth. but. i do get bored. when it eventually just becomes We Are Torturing A Woman Maybe Sexually. if that ever does become disturbing it's in a way that is too genuine and real to be enjoyable. and i also just think it's kinda lazy idk like. too easy to use something like that to get a reaction out of me so you can slap a THIS IS DISTURBING!!! sticker on your little movie and get clout idk it kinda bores me . like i wanna watch them even if it's just so i can say i've seen them but it feels so not worth it frfr like. yea i get it. ooo blood oooo wow i see worse blood than that in my bathroom every month idk i'm BORED when all they can offer me is blood and gore and guts!!!!!!! it's either kinda gross or very fun to me which takes away any entertainment and any possibility of actually freaking me out

so then maybe i gotta go more psychological and i guess it does kinda work but also not as much as i want it to. like. i want to be properly traumatized by a movie i guess. i miss being 7 and watching amityville horror and being completely unable to sleep bc i could not get the image of the little ghost girl putting the babysitter's finger in the hole in her forehead. i miss being scared of using the sink in my grandma's bathroom bc the handles look like the handles that became hands in nightmare on elm's street 3. i can't even THINK of other things that scared me that bad other than these and i DESPERATELY want more. maybe i'm just too old to be scared like that idk :( or maybe i gotta follow my heart and watch the rings and the grudges maybe it's gonna be the fucking ghosts. maybe i have to rely on the irrational. perhaps i have to rely on the childish to scare myself like when i was a child

[27dragons]

The analogy to a roller coaster from two replies up is actually genius.

Because if you drove your car so it felt like a roller coaster, you'd be putting yourself and a lot of other people in danger. But roller coasters are fun for a lot of people! And they're fun because they feel dangerous but we know they're actually pretty safe.

And here's the other part of that: I personally hate roller coasters. I don't like the "danger" feeling, even knowing that it's totally safe. So I don't usually ride them. I offer to hold my friends' stuff while they go on the ride, because I'm not about to harsh their buzz, but I definitely don't want to go myself. (And anyone who'd pester me about that is not actually my friend, and I'm not going to amusement parks with them ever again.)

But every once in a looooong while, I wonder - do I really hate it that much? Maybe I'm remembering wrong, or maybe I've changed. So I'll pick out a relatively mild coaster and give it a try. I found out when the Things were little that I actually kind of enjoy the roller coaster in the kiddie section of the park! But I still can't handle the "real" ones, nope nope nope. Do Not Want.

Same thing with media about dark things. If I went out and did [horrible thing] in real life, that would be really bad. Someone would get hurt or traumatized or even killed. None of us want that! But fictional stories or art isn't real. It's safe. No one is actually being hurt, no matter how horrible it looks or feels.

And there are any number of those things that I definitely do not want to read or look at. That is not a danger feeling that I enjoy, even though I know they're safe. (I mean, even outside of fandom, I don't like horror movies.) But that doesn't mean someone else can't enjoy them. Not because they think those things are okay, but because sometimes dangerous things are fun when you know they're really safe.

And everyone's got their own threshold for whether something is too dangerous for them, because many of these things come in gradations of badness. There's a whole spectrum from "gory slasher movie" to "suspense movie with off-screen murder and a spash of blood on the wall" to "action-movie violence where only bad guys get killed and it's mostly bloodless" to "murder mystery where all the violence happens offscreen" and that's good! Everyone can find something that suits their own comfort levels.

I noticed that you reposted something that is along the lines of proship

I agree with leaving media alone but I think its incredibly disgusting when people ship, for example siblings, because what it feels to me is that they have an incest fetish or something

I know just because someone writes about murder doesnt mean they support it, and I believe that. but usually when people write about murder it's in a negative context, obviously showing how it is so incomprehensible to outsiders about how someone could do that, or showing how we need to get these people help.

trying to apply this to, for example, incest, if someone ships an incestuous relationship then it seems like it would be in a good context, and it seems like they support it should it be in real life. that's how I view this all. (itd be different if they shipped siblings as a strange headcanon and talking about how it's bad... this reasoning I can understand the most to the point where I can let myself ignore it)

how am I supposed to learn to not care? especially when they are really outward about it?

okay.

I do not participate in shipping discourse because I do not participate in shipping. I'm not really In Fandom anymore like, generally. I don't... care.

Because of this I had literally no idea what you were referring to in this ask. I had to scroll. So far back. To get to this post, which also doesn't refer to shipping discourse.

I also have not talked about incest here, and the post in question doesn't talk about incest.

It's about murder. And gore. Which you say here is fine.

Literally why did you send me this ask.

And like... there's a fair chance this is just bait, and there's also enough of a chance that you're genuinely asking that, like, fuck it. I'm gonna get shit no matter what I do, so I may as well try to do a little good.

You use the words "feels" and "seems" a lot in this ask. And I'm really glad you did, actually, because I think it's honest; you're operating on your feelings and assumptions, and that's really important to keep in mind.

And your feelings on this are valid! It's normal to be uncomfortable with certain content, and it's normal to not want to see or engage in it. You don't need to feel any differently about those things. You don't have to consume incestuous content, you don't have to be okay with it, and you don't have to be around it.

But ask yourself: you assume that other people engaging in this content means they support it in real life, but what if they don't? What if you're wrong?

Maybe they're saying it's wrong in a way you're just not picking up on, or that you don't recognize. Maybe they aren't saying it's wrong; maybe it's in the context. Maybe it's in a genre trope in a genre you're not familiar with. Maybe it's irony or satire that you aren't picking up on. Maybe they aren't saying it at all, but that's still what they think, and they just chose not to put it in that content for... who knows what reason. Maybe they're literally just bad at writing.

What then?

Sometimes you're going to feel or assume that something is going on, and you're just gonna be wrong. And you could ask who's fault that is- did you fail to pick up on something you should have been able to, or did they fail to communicate it well enough?- but like, what are you going to do with that information?

Sometimes people are not very good at literary analysis, and sometimes people are not very good at writing, and that's just part of learning. Do we tell everyone not to attempt to talk about certain topics unless they're "good enough" to do it "right"? How do we know when someone's "good enough", and how do they get to that point without practice? Do we just ban those topics altogether? What topics do we ban- where's the line? How do we enforce it? How do we prevent that from being weaponized against marginalized people?

Anon, you asked me how you can "not care" about these things existing. And I think that's a valid question; you feel there is injustice, and you want to stop it. That can be a very noble impulse, and it can be harnessed for a lot of good.

But it can also be really, really toxic- not just to the people you hurt because you act on assumptions and impulses that are incorrect, but to yourself. You can't control everything. You can't control how other people feel, whether or how they engage in certain topics, or what they do or say. You just can't. And trying, or wanting to try, or thinking you should try- it's going to drive you nuts.

So here's how not to care:

Remind yourself that you might be wrong. Take a moment to think about all the things you don't know for certain, and the things you would need to know to be absolutely, 100% sure that you're right.

Consider how important this is to you. How close is this person to you? How important is this issue? What would it feel like to let this go- would it continue to impact you? Do you have other options? (removing yourself from the situation, blocking tags/posts/people, etc.)

Consider what you can do, and what you should do. Think about the tools at your disposal, the power you have in this situation, and how likely this person is to listen to you. Think about whether those tools are ethical. Again, what if you're wrong? Is there any reason you might regret your actions?

If you still feel like it's worth addressing, start by asking questions. Make sure you really know what's going on, and if (and when) the situation changes with new information, walk through this process again. Repeat back what you believe is happening until they confirm that you're right, decide again whether this is worth it, and then proceed.

Sometimes it's more effective to just vent to someone else, or to make a post about the issue generally without confronting that person- especially considering your assumptions might be wrong! Maybe it's worth it to talk about what you thought was happening, but you don't know that what you thought was happening is what was actually happening. You can still talk about it, just, y'know, without making it an attack on someone else.

And again, I don't give a shit about fandom discourse. This is important to me because these are themes that crop up in regular-ass media all the time, and disagreements that crop up in regular-ass relationships with friends and family and loved ones. I think it's important that people have the skills to navigate disagreements, unintentional harm, and perceived slights in healthy, productive ways.

You can't live your whole life demanding that everyone agree with you on everything, or blaming other people for everything you misinterpret or assume incorrectly. You cannot assume that everything that hurts you was designed to hurt you. You can recognize that these are assumptions and feelings, and that's great! And I hope you're being honest when you say that you want to learn to let things go.

[inkyquince]

How to know you have brain rot for a character - you were paying a whole thing about mpreg or whatever and the only thing that stood out to me was the mention of my Halloween hubby Micheal 🎃🔪 are you...a fellow slasher fucker?

im so sorry but its gonna be a struggle to be normal about this ask

From 2019 to 2020, i Was OBSESSED, with slashers. And I still am, they're just lurking in the corner of my mind with the Halloween stalking music.

To this day, I follow 120 blogs about slashers. Art, Games, Writing, Just general reblogs. On halloween 2020, I got my projector and ran as many films as i could throughout the day. I made one of my bestest friends while in my slasher kick. Legit started talking about horror movies and we haven't stopped since. I fucking LOVE horror movies, like the weird lil rat I am, and slashers are a huge part of that.

I sat through the stupid ass collector movie, the absolute fucked The Terrifier and Hereditary is a movie i watch to relax?

Long story short, yes. Dead By Daylight is my version of a dating simulator, have you SEEN how michael picks you up?

Another thing, maybe TMI.

I was severely sex repulsed up until I was 19. Legitmately, due to trauma, I was repressed and the idea of sex had be fucked up. The fact it was quarantine had me just as fucked up and so I was binging all these horror movies, and I watched the House Of Wax. Not only was it a delight to see Paris Hilton (I love seeing her in horror movies, its such a fucking treat) and then I laid eyes on Bo Sinclaire. I don't think you understand, I was texting my childhood best friend about this man and it remains the most entertaining thing in the world. I look back at the text messages and it still has me fucking cackling, she was so stunned by how freely horny I was for this man. Keep in mind, the actor for Bo reappears in Community, is basically the same character, but didn't make me feel a thing.

This man was the first person I actually wanted to fuck and he was legitimately gluing a woman's lips together. It's all downhill from there, and it leads us to now.

Yes, actually had to go to therapy, Bo Sinclaire didn't fix everything wrong with me, no, but idk my brain just kinda got me unfucked. I'm not minimizing how useful therapy was for getting me better in life in general but also unfucking my head when it comes to sex. But idk, that movie did kick a switch in my head.

So, everyone.

Give this man a kiss on the head, because he's the only reason Inky is writing such horrendous porn.

Sidenote: Favorite Horror Movie is The Autopsy of Jane Doe, its magnificent

[just-antithings]

(CW: frank discussion of rape and lolisho)

I think an angle that doesn't get brought up enough in the whole "liking something in fiction does/doesn't automatically mean you like it in real life" debate is the different things that can and do draw writers and readers to certain topics in the first place.

People with rape fantasies fantasizing about being the one being raped rather than the one raping is the obvious example, but there's a lot more than that. Like all the women, even lesbian women, who write M/M sex when they have no desire to be a man themselves.

As a personal example, I love lolisho, but I have zero interest in lolis or shotas. When I create/consume lolisho content feat. a lolisho being [redacted] by an older guy, I'm projecting onto the loli/shota, and if I see lolisho art/fic that has them solo or as the dominant partner, I scroll right past. But even so, whenever I post lolisho x older man content, people comment and call me a pedo because they assume there's only one reason to like that topic.

And asides from all that, there's people who want to be none of the characters in a fictional scenario (slasher/horror fans in general are a prime example of this), and are there for any number of reasons. Sometimes you just want to write/read/draw/look at something because it intrigues you, or you want to explore your feelings about it, or you like the aesthetics of it, or you're broadening your horizons, or you were inspired by something, or you're in it for the shock value, or you want to feel a certain emotion and the topic is conducive to it, etc. etc.

Point is, you really have no idea what someone's reasons for creating or consuming fiction on any topic are. At best you can make a guess at the creator's interest based on the framing, but even that's not reliable (maybe it was a request, maybe they wrote/drew it a certain way to draw a bigger audience, maybe they hate the topic but they're using it to process trauma, maybe it's an unwelcome hyperfixation). Antis just automatically take the reading they think makes their target look the worst, assuming they both want to be in the scenario and want to be the most toxic person in it.

(Which is of course not to say that if you /do/ project on the rapist/abuser/murderer/etc. in a work that that's bad. That's valid and you are loved and your interests in fiction are not an inherent reflection of your interests in real life. I'm just tired of antis oversimplifying the complex and ever-changing ways people interact with fiction in order to push their narrative.)

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