#potential tw hallucinating

[puuuders]

I'm in such a yappy giggly mood rn idk why so I want to share something completely unrelated to what I usually post under the cut

So this might sound weird but when you guys are falling asleep or something do you start hearing voices or random auditory hallucinations and shit bc I do

But it's not what you think. It's the most incomprehensible nonsense and it makes me laugh most of the time

So what I've started doing a couple weeks ago is when I'm sleepy I will open my notes app and just lay there with my eyes closed, but not letting myself fall asleep. Just listening

And then when I hear something worth noting I'll open my eyes and write it down

I probably sound fucking crazy right now but it's not a mental health thing it's just something my brain does when I'm tired idk

Anyway I would like to share these notes with you

Second screenshot is to show you Im not just making it up I've had this list for a month now

There was one like a year ago that said "yeah I'm ugly but you know what you are? Ugly as hell" and it has stuck with me

And sometimes it'll just be sounds like yelling or booms and stuff

I wanna know if anyone else experiences this and what is the strangest thing your brain has come up with

[shynerdwantscuddles]

The overwhelming urge to go “boo” to this old bitch who was staring at me in the waiting room because she’s never seen a trans fag before vs the consequences

[kkujo]

last night i had a mix of tinnitus and sleep deprivation induced auditory hallucinations which was basically just like. literal microphone feedback. and i think it was triggered by me testing my microphone yesterday bc the feedback was awful but yeah i was lying awake and all i could hear was extremely loud microphone feedback in my brain i'm so glad it's over 😭

[konigsblog]

stepdad Konig walking in on reader making content for her onlyfans?

anon, now i'm drooling at the thought of this... i have so many thots™️ for this :(

cam girl-reader x stepdad-könig.

TW/CW: STEPCEST, AGE GAP (READER'S AGE IS UNSPECIFIED, ALTHOUGH I SEE IT AROUND 20S, KÖNIG IS THOUGHT TO BE IN HIS 40-50S) MDNI 18+ ONLY.

your stepfather tries to control his disgusting desires towards his stepdaughter. he can see the way you flaunt your body towards the internet, for men around his age to jerk off to. he's had to hold himself back from getting off to your pretty tits, or the sight of your drooling, slicken cunt – he can barely resist searching your name up, when his fat and girthy cock is wet with sticky, hot arousal.

he pretends to be unaware in your work, although, your stepfather presses his ear against your bedroom door, listening to the sounds of your pleasure as you ride a brand new dildo you'd received. you're constantly receiving sex toys sent to you from fans, so you didn't question the package containing numerous sex toys – including vibrators, nipple clamps, and a large, eight inch dildo.

you didn't question it – you didn't even think that potentially your perverted father had sent these in the hopes of seeing you get off, to see you stretch your cunt out with a dildo of his size.

leaning back in his office chair, he wiped the sweat running down his forehead, his black t-shirt rolled up to reveal his hairy, muscular abdomen, with his shirt sticking to his sweaty, burly body. könig's grip on his hard dick tightened as he watched you finally begin recording, watching you lean back in your chair, giggling quietly whilst licking up the new, large toy to get it wet and slicken.

you slowly began easing further down onto the big toy, your mouth agape and your eyes wide, not anticipating it to be this large and thick, as your folds stretched around the toy, forcefully lowering yourself. you bit your bottom lip to suppress your pained moans and cries, cupping your mouth as your soft thighs began shaking and trembling at the thickness, struggling as you pushed down further, a tear slipping down your pretty cheeks. könig sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of your reaction, his bottom lip quivering with pleasure and anticipation, the sides of his mouth curling into a cruel, perverted smile.

fuck, he couldn't help himself from getting off to the sight. something so filthy and depraved - so frowned apon and taboo, he felt shame and guilt twist in his stomach, a feeling he enjoyed as he desperately craved and longed for more, with the tip of his meaty, hung cock drooling strings of his milky arousal at the sight of you bouncing. he knew he was disgusting – that he should be ashamed of himself – but, it seemed he was more focused on watching you take a dick his size, rather than clicking away.

perhaps he was hallucinating, but he swore he could hear the sounds of his name mumbled through loud, needy moans -- the sight of your pussy gripping onto it causing him to shoot a hot load all over his calloused fingers, onto his monitor screen, his broad hips bucking and thrusting skywards into his hand. :3

[wnbnny]

we can't be friends- l.mh

genre: idol!minho x reader, lovers to exes to lovers

tw: angst, hurt, breaking up, erasing of memories (almost) , mutual pining

status: coming soon... (taglist is open!)

author's note: i had this in my drafts so i decided to give u guys a sneak peek >< will probably be released in a week!

sneak peek...

december 25, 2019, 11.28 pm, your diary.

i still think of you, you know. i still see your face in the windows of that café shop we used to go to whenever i pass by. i know you're not in there, and i'm hallucinating. i can't go in there anymore, not without thinking of you. i can't even watch the television anymore without having to see your face. i listened to your new comeback. that song was about me, wasn't it? 

it's christmas today. i adopted some presents for you. you would love them, the three cats. i named them soongie, doongie, and dori. quite fitting, they're playful like you. they'll never meet their father. i still wear your hoodie, the green one i always wore every christmas. you used to wear my red hoodie, but i guess you won't be here to wear it anymore. it still smells like you. 

i still wonder why you left. was such a pathetic excuse as me potentially being hurt the only reason why you would leave me? you knew i didn't care if i was hurt, so long as i was with you. you still left. i hate you for that, but deep down i could never hate you. i hate that i still love you.

taglist: @starseungs @missmajdastark @jazziwritesthings @layviyu @lailac13 @ana-marais98 @foxinthewild

[viaoverthemoon]

Sugar daddy Leon...(death island Leon) 👀👀 like he definitely has the potential. Like one day reader has a bad day and he notices it.... Then takes her out for shopping and dining to help her feel better than late at night....... He has a personal way to make her feel really good while praising her all the time... Yk👀👀👀👀

I hear you, my love!

Sorry for the long wait, been busy, 0 Wi-Fi, yada yada.

Omg, y'all, pls forgive any old-timey speech ;-; I've been reading a lot of medieval stuff lately.

Death Island!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You had a bad day and Leon makes it up to you <3

Tw: SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), teasing with cum, intoxication, mention of alcohol, Leon got bank, hallucinations??, PLOT TWIST

This wasn't thoroughly proofread, sorry! Lemme know if I missed anything!!

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!

Enjoy! <3

'Vivid~'

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The minute Leon walked through his door and heard the sound he recognized as your comfort show's theme song, he knew something was up.

He'd long ago given you the passcode to his private house, so it was never a surprise when you suddenly show up at his place.

He inhales a sharp breath, preparing for the worst, before approaching the couch.

He sits on the opposite side, away from your curled up figure.

He lets you be silent for a while, observing the extra water in your eyes and the frown on your lips. Eventually, he reaches a hand out and runs it along the blanket that covers your leg.

Not in a sexual matter, but in a way that comforts you.

Your body relaxes and the blanket that covered your face falls slightly as you peek at Leon.

He smiles sweetly at you, but you can't bring yourself to hold his gaze. So you look away, prepared to ignore him again but it looks like Leon has had enough of your silence.

He's suddenly in front of you, crouched on the floor and blocking your view of the tv. "I don't like being ignored, angel."

For some reason his voice nearly makes you break down in tears.

Your lips begin to tremble, and Leon realizes your about to have a breakdown a little too late.

Before he can even get any words out, the tears are flowing and quiet sobs and whimpers are leaving your lips.

Leon sighs and before you know it, your blanket wrapped body is placed on his lap.

Once your sniffles stop and all of your tears have been wiped away, Leon gently caresses your cheek. His blue eyes scan your face, so full of concern and sadness that you might just cry again.

"What makes you cry, sweet angel?"

You wipe your eyes one more time, avoiding eye contact with him. "Nothing... I've just had a bad day, Lee..."

He nudges your chin toward him with a finger, claiming your attention again. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

You gently place your hands on his chest. "Oh, Leon you don't have to-" He grabs your hands and places a kiss on your knuckles.

"You're right. I don't have to, but I want to." You feel your cheeks turn red at his words, albeit you should be used to them by now.

Leon always knew the words that would travel right into your heart.

He intertwines your hands. "Hey, how about we go to that store you like? Get a few things, then we can grab dinner at that one place?"

He's well aware that you won't be getting 'a few things', and that he'll buy you anything you set your eyes on for more than 2 seconds, but you both know that fact already, so you both say nothing about it.

Your eyes light up. "Oh! You mean the place that makes those delicious --?"

Leon is pleased to see that your mood has instantly brightened, quickly nodding his head.

Your arms find their way around his neck, hugging him as tight as possible. "Thank you, Leon! I really needed this..."

And he is more than happy to give you anything you need.

❁

it's just past 1am when you stumble through the front door of Leon's house, singing an offkey version of the song that played on the radio.

Leon follows behind you, trying not to trip over his own two feet. He curses the damn alcohol in his system for his poor equilibrium.

You both had a splendid evening, shopping at multiple stores before going to your favorite restaurant. And maybe stopping by a small bar and having a couple of drinks.

Luckily, you hadn't consumed enough alcohol to get you drunk, only a little bit more than tipsy.

Your heels make walking a little harder, but you can't be bothered to take them off.

The alcohol in your blood relaxes your bones, making you feel like slush. Your body sways to an invisible tune, your lips humming along to it as you begin to remove your dress.

Leon, who is obviously a better drinker than you, sobers almost instantly at the sight.

He hurriedly closes the front door to keep any nosy neighbors from seeing you. "(Y/N)! The neighbors could have seen you!"

You hear his words but can't understand them, the volume of the invisible song too hard to ignore. You keep humming along, moving toward the bedroom as you continue to remove the dress.

You're so lost in the music that you don't realize Leon following you until you turn around, your song suddenly stopping short.

You gasp, looking up to see his face.

And in that moment, you're immediately sober.

Now, you're lost in a different type of music.

You stare into his eyes, a deep tide of roaring symphonies. A song so heart-breakingly beautiful that somehow, he's the only living thing in your world.

Wow. Okay. Maybe you are drunk.

Leon's soft touch to your cheek pulls you from your sappy thoughts. "You still with me, angel?"

Not entirely.

"Yes..." The answer comes out as a breathless whisper, words trembling as a shiver runs down your spine.

A sharp inhale sounds from your lips when Leon moves his hands to your bare waist. It's only then that you realize you're naked.

And so is he.

Your hands explore his chest as his map out your hips and stomach.

The atmosphere turns hot, heavy with tension so thick you can hardly breathe.

Your touches turn rough, desperate as you both claw at each other's skin. You throw your head back, allowing Leon more room as he litters your neck in love bites and kisses, hands skimming over your lower back.

A soft moan emits into the air, your back arching into him. He wastes no time in picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

Your lips land on his, hands resting on his jaw as you kiss him with eternal love. His tongue bypasses your lips, exploring every inch of you it can reach. You both battle for dominance and, in the short time it took him to walk the both of you to the bed, it would seem he won.

You flop on his blankets, cheeks warm and chest heaving.

You look up at him as he stands at the foot of the bed in-between your knees, rubbing the top of your thighs and peering down at you in wonder. "So beautiful..."

Your cheeks feel hotter, and before you can say anything in return, he grabs your ankles and throws them over his shoulder all while kneeling on the floor.

You yelp in surprise and notice that you're still wearing the white pearl covered Jimmy Choos that you wore to dinner.

Leon stares down at your weeping cunt, using two fingers to gently run them down your slit.

Your legs twitch, a short exhale heaving past your lips. You bite your lip, wishing he would stop playing with you and just fuck you already.

But it looks like you don't have to wait long.

"Are you still a little sad about earlier, sweetheart?"

To be honest, you couldn't remember what you were sad about. But just to entertain the idea, you pout your lip and give Leon a sad nod.

He sighs, nuzzling his face along your inner thigh. "Poor princess... let me make it up to you."

And, finally, he shoves his face right into your lower lips.

Your body jolts, back arching in a perfect c.

A strangled moan escapes you, hands reaching out to grip the blankets. He expertly sucks on your ball of nerves, tongue lapping every drop of liquid your pussy produces like a dehydrated man.

He feasts upon you like he hasn't eaten in ages, hands wrapped around your thighs and holding you in place.

Your body naturally writhes and wiggles in his grip, and yet, he doesn't let go.

The sensitivity is much too high, your body barely keeping up with the pleasure you're receiving. Instead of shivers of intensity, you get shockwaves. Your legs shake, lips trembling and uttering broken praise and pleas. "Fuck-! Ah- Yes, Leon..."

Your voice can hardly be anything more than a whisper, but he still hears you. He groans, pressing further into you.

The sounds of his mouth on your soaked pussy are borderline pornographic. Slurping, wet squelching, and groans of pleasure filling every corner of the room.

You can't even muster up any comprehendible sentences, only babbling incoherent words as your hands flutter around, trying to find something to do that wouldn't hurt Leon or tear his blankets.

Your hands clench into fists, you hold them in front of your mouth to keep from making any noises as your release quickly approaches. But, it appears Leon has other plans.

He reaches one hand up and shoves yours away from your mouth, all while lifting his other hand and inserting two of his digits into your cunt.

You can't control yourself this time, one of your hands flying down to his hair and tugging hard, your eyes as wide as saucers and your mouth even wider.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, desperate moans and whimpers coming from you at loud volumes.

You hardly hear him over your own voice, but you catch bits and pieces of Leon's praise. "There you go, angel. That's right, cum on my tongue and forget every other thing that has ever hurt you. Be my good girl and-"

He doesn't need to say anything more.

With a loud and choked sob mixed with a scream, you curl in on his head and cum straight into his mouth.

Your grip isn't loosening, and it takes a full two minutes to come down from the high. You aren't even sure if Leon can breathe, but his thumbs stroke your thighs as a way to comfort you.

Your body slowly stops trembling and starts to relax. You release his hair and fall back on the bed, spent and breathing heavy, but nearly satisfied.

Leon stands, and you watch lustfully as his dick rises with him, slapping against his stomach.

And just like that, the fire in your belly that almost dwindled is lit once again.

"What is it, sweetheart? Like what you see?"

He smirks down at you, the lower half of his face dripping with your slick, leaning toward you and grabbing one of your hands.

Your heart nearly explodes and your breathing accelerates when he moves your hand to slide against his girth.

You don't take your eyes off of his, and vice-versa.

He hisses when the tip of your finger runs over the slit of his cock, gathering precum. You whimper softly at his reaction.

You pull away from him, scooting back on the bed and laying down. You eye him down with mischief and reach a hand down, spreading your cunt open for him and inserting the finger cover in his precum into yourself.

His eyes glaze over, blue oceans darkened with an insatiable lust.

You whine and call out his name.

Leon's eyes snap to your face, chest heaving with every breath.

Placing both hands on the bed, he crawls toward you. The way he approaches you sends shivers down your spine, slow and analytical, much like a predator stalking it's prey.

You spread your legs wider, and he settles right in-between them. He gets so close that your chests touch.

He hands scale along your sides, thumbs gently running over your nipples. "Jesus... You're gonna be the death of me. I swear it."

The tip of his cock nudges your clit and you gasp, nails scratching the nape of his neck as he guides himself into you. "Don't worry, sweet girl. I'll make you feel so good. Whenever you feel sad, you'll think about this moment. You'll think about me."

Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you sigh when he bottoms out.

He groans in relief, reaching up and intertwining your hands, placing them next to your head. Your foreheads touch, hot breaths mingling.

He takes his time, setting a slow pace that has your mouth open and soft moans emitting from it. You clench around him, wanting more.

He seems to get the messages, moaning as his hips stutter for a moment, before slightly picking up the pace.

In a way it's still excruciatingly slow, but it's deeper than before.

Your body feels like it's on fire, writhing and shaking as Leon's hips meet yours. You relish in the delicious feeling of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.

"Fuck-. I can't get enough of you..."

"God you feel so fucking good."

"Jesus baby, keep squeezing me like that and I'm not gonna last long..."

The room get hotter, causing a thin layer of sweat to coat yours and his skin. He leans down and places his lips on your, swallowing your noises. It isn't long before the knot in your stomach threatens to snap.

Leon feels it too, unclasping your hands to reach down and grab hold of your hips, his pace suddenly speeding up to something somewhat brutal.

You cry out into the kiss, your hands reaching up and scratching down his back.

He only groans, pulling away from the kiss and shaking his head to rid of the hazy feeling, before desperately pounding into you like a maniac.

Your orgasm rips through you without warning.

Your back arches and your nails painfully scratch down Leon's abdomen, which seems to be the final push he needs, because he follows you right off the edge.

He pushes deep inside of you, cumming so deep his seed probably directly entered your womb.

You see stars, feeling so blissful that, all of a sudden, this feels too good to be true...

The stars in your vision get brighter and brighter, Leon's face fading away, until...

❁

Your eyes open, instantly recognizing the theme song of your comfort show.

Sitting up, you look around at your surroundings before flopping right back down. Your mood instantly sours.

Of course, it was a fucking dream.

Leon has been gone on a job for 3 days, leaving you depressed and lonely.

You cuddle back into the blankets on his couch, eyes filling with tears. You missed him so much and to not even be able to tell if he's doing okay...

Suddenly, you hear beeping from the front door, and then the door opening.

It takes everything in you to not jump from the couch.

You feel him sit on the opposite end of the couch, waiting a few moments before placing a hand on your leg and caressing it over the blanket.

You don't acknowledge him. Instead, a mischievous smile appears on your face.

You suddenly know what you're gonna do today.

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Wow, I did not plan that ending.

Anyways! Sorry, my love :( I really didn't mean for this to take so long. So much stuff is going on in my life right now and BLAHHHH y'know?

But let me know what you think!!

Hope you enjoyed! ;)

Requests are open! <3

-V💕

[sagekiosk]

this is for anon who requested WINX Reader <33

WINX READER

Vil, Rook — Romantic — Yandere — TWST

Will be doing this HC style! You didn’t specify if you wanted Yandere TWST or not, — So I’ll be doing Yandere. If this wasn’t what you wanted then I’m so sorry! just tell me and I’ll redo it! This was fun to figure out and I’ll probably do another one with Octavianelle w Sirenix Reader

TW: a random blonde bobcut French hunter scaryy (cough cough rook), probably OOC, Poison,

Vil (Musa Reader)

; At first he thought you were talentless, you pretty sure but it looked like you couldn’t do anything else. This was way before he even knew you were a fairy by the way..

; Nothing happened much until one day he caught you singing when you thought you were alone.

; Your voice was amazing! You sounded amazing.

; You had potential, and he was going to bring the best out of you. ; Pushed you into training with Epel, but had more time with you.. for vocal lessons.. well it’s not like you needed them.

; During his Overblot he witnessed you transform, he was hypnotized and thought that he was probably hallucinating or something.. When he was defeated and realized that you were actually a fairy- like he wasn’t hallucinating, he wanted to lock you up in a cage where only he could see you.

; He finds you truly amazing, in fact— he wants to look at you everyday.

; You just seem so perfect, you reached your potential.

; Oh but to say he was pissed when he found out you had a boyfriend..

; But his mood goes up just a tad bit when he finds out about you and your boyfriend struggles.

; He feels bad, honestly, how could you let someone so horrible treat you like trash?

; Oh well, he can swoop in and be the hero he always wanted to be. ; He comforts you and takes care of you lots. He also found out that your mother died.. and how you lived in the past.. so he feels even more bad and has this feeling to help you.

; He wanted to lock you away, but he knew your voice would be a problem..

; He invites you for tea one day, and suddenly you couldn’t speak. It was like something was preventing you from speaking. Vil tries to comfort you and says he’s gonna find a cure

; He isn’t, he’s just going to keep you safe in his dorm. Where nobody but him can enter. So that way you would never know the feeling of hurt ever again.

; He likes dressing you in pretty clothing that matches his outfits.

Rook (Musa Reader)

; Oh how magnifique! He’s allured right away from the moment you met.

; Sooner or later he finds out you have an amazing voice, he finds out by stalkin- I mean, admiring you from afar!

; Oh once again you find multiple ways to surprise him! He finds your voice spectacular, so much that he doesn’t want to share you with Vil. He does feel a bit bad for that—

; Continues to admire you from the bushes, or behind trees- or by your window- it depends!

; Has an album dedicated to you. Pictures of you asleep, in the shower, In class, everywhere. Has a spot of drawings and pictures of you in his room.

; Of course he finds out about your boyfriend, would be lying if I didn’t say he felt a bit jealous.

; But oh! He can’t interfere with true love..!

; Actually he can now, your boyfriend River is an asshole. Don’t worry if he goes missing for a couple of days, he just went.. hunting.

; He comforts you when you got the news that your boyfriend broke up with you, it’s fine. It’s gonna be alright!

; Now he keeps you in a cabin in the woods far away from society.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

third request done, will post the rest tomorrow! Thanks for reading all the way. Sorry if rooks part was shorter than Vil’s

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

badboyhalo october 1st stream recap

okay okay quick recap for anyone who couldn't watch the stream/can't watch bad's vod (tw discussion of derealization, paranoia (being watched especially), hallucinations, bad having a BAD time, etc. if any of this stuff super bothers you then you may want to avoid badboyhalo's livestreams for the foreseeable future, he's a long-term storyteller)

Bad started off his stream with a black screen and white text.

"Welcome. Dear cucurucho, why are you in my [the text went offscreen] I just want to talk please come say hello I know your there cucurucho come come come out wherever you are cucuruchoooooooo CUCURUCHSOFIOOGI" [note: keysmash not exact]

When Bad turned his screen on, he was in dapper's room, rocking back and forth. he was calling for cucurucho and talking about it living in his house. He kept jumping at nothing. He spoke to the pictures of the kids as if they were real, and asked "richarlyson" if forever was the one in his house.

he didn't want to leave dapper's room because it was his 'safe room,' but he eventually did. His base is now covered in GIANT signs that have red text and cucurucho's model that say "NO FEDERATION ALLOWED" and "YOUR BEING WATCHED" and one more i can't remember. he put up cameras everywhere and said "Look! I have cameras! Now I know when someone comes in... and when someone leaves." which isn't super important but it was an awesome line

he ended up going to spawn to look for cucurucho, and it was full of scaffolding. bad didn't take this well. It's unclear if the scaffolding was part of his hallucinations or not, but he fixated on it 'being' cucurucho. He suspected forever, cellbit, and foolish were also cucurucho. He questioned what was and wasn't real- including himself.

Bad started SEEING cucurucho in the distance, watching him, before it would disappear again. When it came back, sometimes it was renamed. "ENJOY THE ISLAND" and ":)" were some of the renamings, and I cannot remember them all. Bad started out by chasing cucurucho, shouting at it and asking if it were various items/mobs. He saw two of them at once at once point and was lead up into slime's hold house, through flippa's room (where there was a single block of scaffolding), and then out off of jaiden's balcony.

As the chase went on Bad started to become more frightened. Cucurucho was flying. he started to lose sense of where he was (shown by the admins teleporting him around) and hallucinated a nether portal he threatened to go through.

At some point Bad questioned if Dapper was cucurucho, too.

Eventually Bad retreated to the wall to cower in a 1x1 hole that went beneath the wall. cucurucho broke several blocks in front of him and appeared, revving its chainsaw. when it disappeared again there was a hole broken into the floor that lead to a cave and LONG tunnels beneath the wall. the visual was terrifying i promise.

cucurucho chased bad through the tunnels. he was screaming “please please stop I’ll be good I promise please go away.” At one point cucurucho appeared behind bad with the name "Bad?Boy?Halo?" and bad freaked out about potentially being cucurucho.

cucurcucho chased bad through a cave system until two cucuruchos cornered him to blow bubbles. their names were "do you?" and "YES". bad ran from them and found some scaffolding loose on the ground, (which had been built up to lead him out of the cave), said "this is it, this is you" and threw into lava.

Bad warped back home, insisting, "You can't come here, you can't come here." He was calmer in his house, but then was hit by the blindness effect and started yelling about the signs and "NO FEDERATION ALLOWED." he sang a little song about it

short story short: cucurucho appeared in his house. he saw it behind a glass wall. he was furious and terrified and growling "you can't be in here." he ran into dapper's room, where it appeared AGAIN with the name "WITHOUT M***" (last few letters were in the wall lmao). bad started sprinting around his house trying to find a safe place. cucurucho chased him with a chainsaw down the aquarium hallway.

Two cucuruchos kept popping up and disappearing, both with different names each time. Bad asked them "who let you in my house?" and went through a series of names such as: foolish, forever, tina, cellbit, baghera, antoine, fit- and finally settled on Ron.

Bad went to go see Ron. The hallway was dark, and Ron's room was unlit. When Bad opened the door, Cucurucho, with the nametag "RON" above its head, looked back at him. Bad said, "I knew it. It was Ron. He let you in." A second Cucurucho appeared with the nametag "ALWAYSHERE."

Bad was given blindness again, and he started to laugh as a chainsaw whirred. We heard bubbles blowing. Then the screen faded entirely to black, and Bad said, "Come here, Ron. Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

We heard rapid damage sounds, and then the sound of eating.

(the END of his stream had black and white text "SEE You NeXt tIme :)" as an example. The other messages were classic streamer "thanks for watching" and "make sure to follow" messages with similar fucked up cases, but this was supposed to be a fast recap lmao)

TLDR: Bad's paranoia has increased to the point of hallucinations. He's now frightened of Cucurucho, and suspects that everyone on the island is/could be helping Cucurucho get into his base. He associates cucurucho with scaffolding now. He is NOT sound of mind. He ate Ron Lemons.

If I missed anything important, feel free to add on!

[ctheathy]

Hiii May I request for Nine x Sweet Seedrian Reader? Yandere or not im okay with any! Thank you for all the tails variety content its v much appreciated

Yandere Nine w/ sweet!seedrian!Darling

Nine x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note: Good day, Nonnie =))) tried my hardest to get creative with this concept, especially as I headcanon the counterpart foxes [Nine, Mangey and Sails] into sometimes having visions of the memories the original Tails held.

Nine/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Delusional mindset • Illusions • Mention of Cosmo’s death • He views the core memories that belonged to Tails as hallucinations • Nine’s isolation

What a complex scenario you're in ... Seedrians are known to be quite the rare and valuable characters, their species being infrequent among the environment as a whole and especially when it comes to Nine’s dimension. It is an absolute miracle you haven't been taken in as a captive yet and even managed to meet Nine in the first place, regarding his hidden agenda and isolated workshop from the community. As soon as you cross paths with the fox, the interaction is going to be quite similar as it would usually go. We have Nine trying to reject any offerings of friendship all while being sarcastic and demanding for answers in the process. He just doesn't understand... He's behaving absolutely intolerable towards you and he knows it. He constantly gives you the cold shoulder and snarky attitude towards the smallest acts of kindness you provide.

But in a way... Your sudden appearance to him sends him in a constant state of deja vu. He might behave coldly towards you, but your kind and optimistic behaviour. It sends him in a complete daze whenever even a few words leave your lips. Almost as if his mind is filled with memories that don't belong to him. You remind him of someone he has seen among his daydreams and fantasies. Thoughts that also seemed to belong to another... Certain visions slipping into his mind of another seedrian he has never even met before in his actual life. One who has died within his own mind literal years ago.

...Cosmo ?

Your arrival starts to freak him out ever so slightly. He's had dreams of a similar creature that looked just like you... And you seem to hold similar characteristics too, as well as your kindness and generosity. He cannot help but compare you to the mere picture of the one pleasant memory he has formed in his own fantasies. Illusions he believes to have created for his own self benefit and to prevent the loss of his sanity due to the isolation he faced. He'll start to question your existence and become hesitant with his behaviour towards you ...almost seeing you as if you were a Godsend created just for him in order to save him from his own loneliness.

Nine tends to assume the information he's seen among his illusions as in truthful to your own history, not getting the fact that you both are two separate seedrians. He's always viewed Cosmo as some sort of angel back in the day when she used to corrupt his dreams. And now he cannot help but expect you and hold you accountable to fill that same void as she used to before her eventual demise. Nine tends to grow more attached to you due to his aspect of the truth between realism and the simple illusions he's had in his past. And despite his desire for a realistic point of view, he is quite frankly just determined to believe that you are in fact that same seedrian as the one he's always considered emotional support, that you came back to life in order to protect him from his dreadful fate.

And he will keep you to fulfill that mere hallucination of his. Even if it's against your will.

[schizopositivity]

how to advocate for schizophrenics and psychotics in every day life:

correct people when they misuse the word "psychotic" (as in if they use it in any other way but a serious disconnect from reality, delusions or hallucinations)

correct people when they use the word "schizophrenic" as an adjective (its not!!! its a severe and persistant mental disorder)

correct people when they call people "crazy" aka "shes been acting crazy lately" (they likely dont actually mean it and this word is thrown around a lot, but as a schizophrenic im asking you to not use this word to describe people since this has been tied to me and my fellow psychotics for ages)

do not assume that a psychotic person is dangerous in any way (psychotic people are more likely to be the victims of abuse than be the abusers)

when talking about mental illness or the mental illness community as a whole consider, does this apply to psychotic and schizophrenic people as well? (if not, youre not talking about the whole community! its that simple)

do not purposley trigger someones paranoia aka telling people that theres someone after them (this is always harmful and potentially life threatening, its not a joke and never was)

dont assume schizophrenia is "just hallucinations and delusions" (its much more than that, it has negative and cognitive symptoms as well, which for some people is much worse than the positive symptoms of hallucinations and delusions)

dont make lobotomy jokes aka "lobotomize me" jokes (these procedures were used to turn schizophrenics into "pets" so that other people could better deal with us, its not a joke)

dont act "crazy" for shock value aka wide eyes, rocking back and fourth, shaking (our mannerisms arent for you to pretend to be crazy with, this is who we actually are, im looking at you rock bands)

dont fear the people on the street talking to themselves aka calling the cops on them (these people are suffering, these people need help, them being psychotic doesnt make them any more dangerous than anybody else)

dont use the word delusional for every idea you dont agree with aka "that conservative politician is delusional!" (delusions specifically describe strongly held beliefs outside of reality, not just beliefs outside youre specific world view)

dont expect people to express emotions the same way you do aka "why arent you reacting?" (many schizophrenics stuggle with flat affect and cant change it, it doesnt mean we dont feel things, just that we dont express them the same way)

dont expect us to be able to do the same amount of, or intensity of work you do aka "i work 5 days a week, you have it easy!" (executive disfunction is very common in schizophrenia, it doesnt make us lazy, we are just disabled)

dont post derealization without tagging it or TWing it as such aka that post with a fake european country saying that americans dont even know what country this is (we already struggle enough with figuring out whats real and whats not we dont need "pranks" or "jokes" trying to fool us without any TW)

dont assume schizophrenic and psychotic people cant see your post or view your media or anything else (we are real people interacting with the world just like everybody else, we can see your jokes about us, or your media portraying us as dangerous, we arent fictional characters)

dont assume youre superior to, or smarter than us (once again we are real people, we deserve the same respect as anyone else on the planet)

dont call someones delusion stupid aka "obviously youre not the reincarnation of kurt cobain thats stupid" (you have no idea how real these are for us, they dont always make sense to you but they do to us, please respect that)

dont ask if were hallucinating right now (its none of youre business! and if we say yes youll likely ask where it is, and if we show you youll likely look in the direction of the hallucination which is dangerous, it blends the real world with the hallucination and its already hard enough for us to tell the difference)

dont stop trusting us and what we say just because were psychotic (we still deserve to be listened to and trusted just like everybody else)

learn about less talked about symotoms like catatonia, avolition and word salad (these are just as common as the talked about ones, but just less talked about cause i guess it doesnt make for an intresting horror movie)

learn more about schizophrenia and psychosis from actual schizophrenics and psychotics (a great example is the podcast Inside Schizophrenia, scrolling through this blog, looking up students with psychosis)

TLDR: no go back and read it, its the least you could do

[aoioozora]

Songs that remind me of Hesh and Logan

I cannot stop thinking of the Walker brothers. Oftentimes when I hear a couple songs on my playlist, I think, "sounds like them," and this little post is a compilation of those songs and my thoughts on them. Eight songs in total.

I got so sad making this hhhhhh

TW: mentions of suicide

Abyss - YUNGBLUD

Abyss always has me imagining the Walker brothers in their own abyss. While Logan is in a literal abyss of torture after his capture, I'm sure Hesh is in an abyss of despair of his own after having lost both his father and his brother to Rorke.

I think the lyrics of this song can be seen and imagined from both of their perspectives.

"Save my life Could someone please, save my life? Could someone please, save my life? 'Cause I've gone cold And I'm stuck in the abyss all on my own"

Sleepyhead - Jutes

Sleepyhead feels more of a Hesh track to me. This feels like these would be close to what Hesh feels and thinks post-Logan capture. Lonely. He'd rather sleep and have Logan in his dreams than wake up to a reality where he isn't around.

"I'd die in my sleep To live in your arms And I'd stay trapped in this dream Don't ring the alarm

Where do I fit? I don't belong If I wake up, will you be gone? There's nowhere to hide I'm lost and I'm scared If I open my eyes, will you be there?"

Hell's Comin' with Me - Poor Man's Poison

Another Hesh track. This screams revenge. You know when he gets a chance to get his hands on Rorke, he's bringing Hell with him to give the antagonist hell.

"He wiped the blood from his face as he slowly came to his knees He said, "I'll be back when you least expect it And hell's coming with me" Hell's coming with me"

I read someone's hc that Hesh would be irritable and prone to anger issues post-Logan capture and I can see that happening. I can imagine him grappling with the loss while simultaneously brooding and being vengeful, possibly thinking of how to get back at Rorke.

We know him to be the sweet and caring big brother, but fuck around too much and you'll find out. He has the potential to turn into a monster himself (on that note, someone did draw parallels with Hesh and Rorke).

Esperándote - Alvaro Soler

This Spanish song makes so much sense to both Logan and Hesh. If you can understand it or look up the English lyrics, you'll see that it's so their song :(

Both of them are lonely, missing each other, and just feeling plain lost without each other. We know they're so close they're practically attached at the hip.

"Soy una isla en el mar Tan solo y tan perdido No tengo punto en el mapa

Soy una isla en el mar Ven a buscarme así no Ya no estaré perdido, no"

[Translation:

I'm an island on the sea So alone and so lost I don't have a spot on the map

I'm an island on the sea Come and look for me so that I won't be lost anymore, no"]

Talking to the Moon - Bruno Mars

What if the boys got so loopy from the torture/depression that they start talking to the moon, imagining, hallucinating that they're talking to their sibling? Logan looking up at the moon from the pit, Hesh looking up at the moon from wherever he is. At least they're looking at the same thing.

Last Resort - Papa Roach

Do you think Hesh got suicidal after losing both Elias and Logan? I feel like this would be his song during that period of time.

"'Cause I'm losing my sight Losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine"

Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift, The Civil Wars

Listening to this, I can't help but imagine a young, young Hesh comforting his little brother. What if, when the boys were young, their mother sang this song to comfort them, and Hesh was doing just that to Logan in the her absence?

What if, as Logan's in the pit, he's singing this song to himself?

"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound

Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire The war outside our door keeps raging on Hold onto this lullaby even when the music's gone, gone"

And then even this song is tortured out of his memories?

Safe and Sound - Capital Cities

This post has been depressing so time to end on a good note!

In happier times, this would be their song. Full of support and encouragement for each other, because that's what family is for :)

[halfbakedideas]

london's burning

The cottage had a fire pit, set right out in the open when they had first moved in.

Crowley makes the mistake of lighting a fire in it one morning, only they don’t realise just how much of a mistake that had been until it’s too late.

Notes:

Title from Bad Decisions by Bastille. It’s winter here and that means my family’s dusting off our fire pit again. And as much as I love the concept of sitting around a fire, Crowley wouldn't. Changed my formatting for fics again. CW/TW: potentially graphic descriptions of a corpse (imagined/hallucination!Aziraphale's; he does not die).

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Winter had well and truly arrived. The weather had been getting colder. Cold enough that Crowley’s knees and ankles declared winter’s arrival with a vengeance. It was getting to the temperatures where it made sense to sit around a fire; where you could do that comfortably without sweating through all of your clothes.

Fire weather, some humans would call this particular shade of grey and cold.

The cottage had a small, moveable outdoor fire pit. When they had moved in, it had sat accompanied by two chairs and a bench seat just outside the back of the cottage where it looked onto the garden. Since then, the concrete and cast iron fire pit had been moved to where it was now, propped up against the wall of the cottage.

Aziraphale had gone out that morning, heading into London to check up on his bookshop. Crowley would have gone with him, but the rapidly dropping temperatures that made them awfully sleepy in the mornings had also made it hard to really focus enough to insist upon that.

“I’ll only be gone four hours at most,” Aziraphale had told them before he had left.

At some point around eleven Crowley had finally gotten up, wrapped themself in far too many layers to still be considered fashionable but still was and made themself a cup of coffee.

They were standing in the kitchen nursing the mug when they spotted the old fire pit through the window. They should set that up, Aziraphale would probably enjoy sitting by a fire.

A fire…they ought to be able to at least see one without seizing up in panic. It had been six years since the bookshop fire, they should be over that fear by now.

Crowley’s now-empty mug was left beside the sink before they headed outside.

They rolled the fire pit back out to where it had originally been in front of those chairs. A miracle took care of not having any wood. A box of matches appeared alongside the pile. Good, now all they needed was something for it to catch on.

There was an apple tree in the corner of the garden that had dropped a decent amount of sticks recently. Crowley scooped up the ones that hadn’t already gotten damp from the grass.

Setting up the fire pit was easy, lighting a fire in it was less so. Crowley pulled a match out of the box and struck it against the side. Orange bloomed from the tip.

Their eyes were stuck on it, unable to look away or even blink. But then they blinked, shook their head slightly to dislodge the memories that were rearing their heads, and tossed the match into the fire pit before it could snuff itself out.

The sticks and dry leaves he had gathered up from the base of the apple tree caught quickly, it grew from a flicker to a small fire within moments.

If the lit match had been bad, this was far worse. The flame was mesmerising, in the worst way. Their entire body threatened to freeze up at the sight of it — and not just from the cold. But at the same time, something within them screamed for them to get up, to run and find Aziraphale.

Then the memories hit them.

Brittle, centuries-old paper being swallowed up as fire races about. It surrounds them and the heat presses in on them from every side, closer and closer and closer. Aziraphale’s diary, still sitting on his desk surrenders to the torrent. The metal of the staircase leading up to the flat above creaks and groans as it gives way. Ash settles heavily against their tongue, clogging up their throat and making it hard to breathe, let alone speak. Yet they persist, pushing one name out through their ash-dry throat. Each time more frantic than the last. Shouting is made ever harder by the fact that they’ve stopped breathing, not that they’ve realised that.

“Aziraphale!”

Crowley whirls around, fully serpentine eyes raking over the burning shell of the bookshop.

Where is he? He’s always here; Aziraphale would remain in his bookshop even as bombs fell and destruction reigned loose on Soho. So why can they not find him?

“Aziraphale!”

There is silence, save for the roar of fire. But then their eyes fall on something — a corpse — and Crowley’s heart stops. The blood in their corporation’s veins freezes solid.

No. No. No. No. No. Please, no. Not him.

Their foot catches on something as they race towards the corpse of their best friend and they go crashing to the ground. They yelp rather undemonically as red-hot pain blooms across their palms when they hit the floor. Was the floor really that hot?

Someone is talking. Shouting their name? The firefighters? Why would firefighters know their name?

Crowley blinks, their eyes are stinging from the smoke. Someone else is screaming. Aziraphale’s corpse is lying mere centimetres from where they went crashing to the ground. They pull themself towards him — it.

The angel’s name falls from their lips frantic and distraught as the smell of burnt flesh hits them.

His vest and overcoat are blackened and unsalvageable. Near the cuffs, his pants are burnt away in parts to reveal charred flesh underneath. The flesh melted away to reveal bone beneath. The worst of all? Aziraphale’s face. An angry red line had been seared across the pale flesh like he had been struck by a fervent piece of wood. Stretching across his left eyelid and down across the bridge of his nose to end by the right side of his mouth. The rest of his face seems to have been pot-marked by embers, as small red dots litter it.

They touch burned-and-blistered fingers to Aziraphale’s neck in the futile hope that he’s still somehow alive.

Something rolls down their cheek and they swipe it away with their other hand, the back of their hand comes away wet. Their face is wet. Why is their face wet?

The voice is back (did it ever leave?). Is it the same as before? They’re not sure. It sounds like it’s coming from underwater.

Someone is grabbing at their arms, pulling them back, twisting around as they try to get free and get back to Aziraphale. But then a wave of something washes over them. It is so intense it would have knocked them clean off their feet if they hadn’t already been kneeling.

Crowley blinked, long and hard. The burning remains of the bookshop, and their angel’s corpse along with it, disappeared like someone took a cloth to the dry-erase board of reality. They blinked again and the sand-coloured pavers and the rest of the cottage’s back garden came into focus. The next thing they noticed was that Aziraphale, unburned and whole and alive, was holding them. The two of them were sitting on the pavers.

Oh.

“‘Ziraphale?” they croaked, then coughed. Crowley’s throat was raw, not from ash but from overuse.

“Crowley,”

“You’re—” They cleared their throat and then winced at how painful it was to do that. “You’re home early,”

The demon felt, rather than saw, Aziraphale nod.

“Yes, the shop that I was planning on going to after checking up on the bookshop was shut today,”

Crowley sat up properly, pulling themself out of their angel’s arms. They twisted around to check on the fire pit… which had a small pile of ash at the very bottom of it.

“It’s a good thing that I arrived back when I did because I found you’d started a fire,” Aziraphale said. “You’re terrified of fire. We both know that. So what were you thinking?”

They ducked their head, embarrassment colouring their cheeks.

“Thought you’d like sitting by a fire, it being ‘fire weather’ and all,” they said. “‘nd I should be over that bloody fear by now, it’s been six years since the— since that happened,”

How pathetic of a demon were they that they couldn’t even say the word ‘fire’?

“Thank you for that consideration, love. But you shouldn’t have done that. I wouldn’t have enjoyed it if you weren’t,” he told them. “And there is no deadline for you ‘getting over your fear’; There is nothing wrong if you never get over it,”

Crowley wished they could disappear into the ground (actually, what they really wanted to do was bury their face against their angel’s chest again but they’d never admit that out loud).

“Now, may I see your hands?”

It was only when Aziraphale asked about their hands that they realised they were still stinging, and rather badly at that. That hadn’t been part of the flashback…hallucination? Illusion?

Their palms were red and puffy, and badly blistered in some places. It looked like they had touched a hot stove.

Crowley hissed when Aziraphale poked slowly and gently at the worst spot right by their thumb and black spots appeared in their vision.

“What happened?” they asked as he finished looking at their hands and released them. They had no memory of doing anything that could have caused this.

“You tried to brace yourself on the fire pit when you tripped,” he said. “And I wasn’t quick enough to stop you from touching the metal rim,”

The angel said that as if it was some great failing. As if it was his fault that Crowley had been enough of an idiot to trip over their own feet and touch a fire pit with fire in it.

“Isn’t your fault,” they said. “‘s mine, shouldn’t have tripped,”

Then they waved their right hand over the left. The skin healed, mostly, with the miracle they weaved over it. But blisters were left behind, although less angry than before. They tried to miracle that away but nothing happened. So they repeated it with their other hand and got the same result.

“Hmh,” Crowley huffed, displeased.

“If miracles aren’t working, would you allow me to treat your injuries, the human way?” Aziraphale asked.

They shrugged.

“Sure, might as well try,”

The two of them got to their feet. Crowley stumbled a bit. Their ankles were stiff despite the boots.

Wow, okay, maybe they were colder than they’d thought.

The pair relocated inside. Aziraphale headed to the heater to turn it up before joining his demon in the bathroom.

When the angel made it to the bathroom, Crowley was standing with their back to the door, staring at nothing.

“Crowley,” he called, making sure that he wasn’t standing directly behind them when he did and that they could see him.

They blinked once. And then a second time. The dull look in their golden eyes receded as awareness filtered back in slowly. They looked up at him.

“Hold your hands over the sink, palms up, please. I’m going to wash them out and then bandage them,” As he spoke, a miracle made a roll of bandages and a cloth appear on the counter beside the sink.

Crowley did as he requested. Aziraphale turned on the faucet and dampened the cloth with it. A tremor ran through them when the cloth made contact with their palms but they didn’t say anything so he continued.

Their gaze drifted off again as he worked. Aziraphale finished with the cleaning part and picked up the bandage roll, planning to bandage their hands. The moment that it made contact with Crowley’s hand, they yelped and flinched backwards. So far back that their back bumped into the doorframe.

“No no no. Somebody, no. You— can’t be —you’re not,” They sucked in a breath that caught in their chest. “You’re not dead. You’re not!” Crowley was pleading, and Aziraphale’s stomach had dropped into his shoes. They hadn’t even said a name but the angel had a hunch he knew exactly who they were rambling about: him.

“Aziraphale!”

He stepped towards them, hands raised but not touching, yet. He didn’t want to make it worse.

“I’m here! I’m fine; I’m alive!” he said. The words fell on unhearing ears.

Unblinking, fully golden eyes, much like they had been out in the garden flickered about the bathroom, not settling on anything. And not a flicker of recognition anywhere.

Damn ‘making it worse’, Crowley didn’t appear to have heard him and he wasn’t going to stand around and watch his demon get tortured by whatever they were imagining any longer.

Aziraphale reached out again, but not with his hand this time. The miracle slipped cautiously into Crowley’s mind to rid it of whatever horrific thing they were seeing, and to bring them back to the present.

Gold started to shrink, white returned to the sclera. Their eyes settled on him, saw him.

“Alive?” The doubt and the careful hope in the single word made the angel’s heart ache. 

Are you alive? was what Crowley was asking.

He nodded. “Yes, I’m alive and I haven’t been discorporated,”

“We’re not in the bookshop?”

“No, we aren’t. We moved out here to our cottage last year, don’t you remember?”

“Right…” Crowley trailed off. “You were gonna bandage my hands?” They nodded towards the bandages that had been abandoned by the sink.

“I was, but I can do it later—“

“You can do it. Best to get it done now or it’ll never get done,” They stepped forwards, towards the sink.

Aziraphale nodded and picked up the roll again. This attempt went far smoother than the first and soon enough the demon’s hands were bandaged up.

If Crowley didn’t take their eyes off of their angel for the rest of the day and refused to be more than three meters away from him for the next week, well that was for only them to know. And when their closest neighbour woke up the next morning to find a fire pit had appeared in his living room, he believed it to be a Christmas miracle.

[picnic-at-dreaming-rock]

tw for theories focusing on hallucination/unreality and brief mention of potential suicide and spoiler warning for tbosas novel and movie

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okay, so apologies for my disjointed writing but I just finished the tbosas movie and my theory for Lucy Gray's fate is that I think she survived and booked it after leaving the scarf/snake trap. In fact, I don't think Snow actually shot her at all.

The snake Lucy Gray hid under the scarf seems to be a milk snake (which is native to the eastern U.S. where District 12 is) which is a non-venomous snake which indicates that she didn't intend to kill him, just to create a diversion to buy herself more time to escape and we know, particularly from the book, that she has very strong self-preservation instincts and the movie very clearly shows that she was very anxious to get as far away from Snow as possible. Therefore, it wouldn't make much sense for her to hang around to stick around like she seems to have done to taunt him with a song when she could have just bolted*.

It was also clear that at this point, Snow was clearly Losing It and he was already in a paranoid/anxious state which might have been made worse by the snake bite as he didn't know if it was venomous or not, he was also making some irrational/impulsive decisions (such as wasting all of his bullets on birds rather than saving them to 'finish off the job') that indicate that perhaps he isn't in a particularly productive headspace. I think this plus the fact that anxiety/stress CAN cause hallucinations indicates that we shouldn't entirely trust Snow's perception at that moment.

When we 'see' Lucy Gray running through the trees, it's brief and only for a moment until she's shot and then her body disappears, just like in the poem, which Snow had heard only a few days prior. There isn't really any indication of how she could have escaped provided that she was shot apart from some kind of fantastical/supernatural intervention which wouldn't track as THG is more or less an exaggeration of our own society and doesn't seem to have any other 'mystical' elements in it.

Ultimately, I think Snow hallucinated about shooting Lucy Gray/her disappearing footprints/her singing The Hanging Tree. I believe Lucy Gray did survive him, but I don't think she would have returned to 12 (at least not immediately nor permanently as she wouldn't have risked the life of the Covey like that) or elsewhere in Panem (including 13). I think it's also likely that she could have wandered until she a) found another society, whether it be fixed or another traveling group similar to the Covey (the optimist in me hopes she finds Covey survivors she was unaware of), b) died from the elements or c) took her own life.

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*Someone else on here mentioned that Lucy Gray singing as the snakes climbed on her in the arena was her doing what she loved most in what she believed was her last moment, which could also apply here provided she was actually shot and believed she couldn't run away in her condition and wanted to sing one last time/also make one last stand against someone that wronged her, like the Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird in her interview with Lucky. I really like this idea so I wanted to include it here.

[rie-092]

Are requests open?

If so can I request a Romantic Yandere!Cale Henituse × Reader who's Cursed and experimented on?

Maybe they has some Ancient Powers locked inside of them that made them valuable or was a potential host of becoming a powerful puppet soldier. In any ways, Reader is a cold wall but when you break it down they become more clingy, dependant, and soft.

Let's say Cale found them in complete accident, while investigating some "stuff". He also discovers the files containing about Reader's abilities and while he decides to first send them off somewhere, Cale thinks that it would be mote beneficial if he recruits Reader instead. Reader joins the Squad and in a few years boom! A redhead yandere lover with his kids and subordinates but does Reader care about the group are Yanderes?

Nope! Unlike the scientists who hurt them, the Squad and Cale love Reader + they're already gone insane so a little killing won't hurt!

TREAT YOU BETTER

❲ yandere! cale henituse x cursed! reader x platonic yandere! tcf ❳

summary : despite of being a little crazy. you prefer staying with them over those annoying ‘doctors’ since they are treating you better.

tw : yandere behavior, unethical human experimentation, violence, mention suicidal thoughts, killing, obsessive behavior, manipulative behavior.

the ‘treasured child of nature’ is the title that you hate the most. why do you ask? because that title is the main reason why you were suffering. why do those people who claim themselves as ‘scientist’ did some ‘test’ on you? the main reason why those damn magicians tried to cast hypnotism magic on you. you hate that title as much as you hate yourself.

you once heard from that scientist about the ancient power locked inside your body. a very powerful ancient power that can destroy a whole kingdom in a blink of an eye. you were the top candidate to become a powerful puppet soldier that will save your kingdom from wars.

but you hate it. you don't want to kill. you don't want to hurt anyone. but you were too tired. you were too tired to feel the same feeling that you felt every day. the feeling of some drugs being injected into your body. you were too tired of seeing the same hallucinations that you see every day. you want to end it. you want to end your life so much. and if you can't end your life peacefully just like you want to. you will just bring this facility, the scientists, the magicians and the whole kingdom with you to hell.

and when you are close to snapping. that's when those guys appeared in your life. and you can't forget that day, the day when that facility that you loathe, got destroyed by a certain group. a group of powerful people who were led by a certain man with crimson red hair colour.

the day the facility where you suffered ever since you were born, disappeared. that was the day you met cale henituse and his group. and boy, the first person who approached you after they finished 'disposing' of those scientists and magicians that was working for that facility, was obviously, the cute little black dragon named raon.

and the first one who became a platonic yandere for you is raon. this little dragon sees his old self to you. so pitiful, so weak. and he vows to himself that he will ask his human to let you stay with them.

and at first, of course, our lovable yet kinda dense red-head commander wants to send you off. he thought that it will be better and beneficial for both of you if he sends you off. but he erased that idea from his mind after hearing raon's request. and it will be more beneficial for him to recruit you instead since you will be a great ally to him. of course he doesn't even know that he will slowly but surely become yandere for you after you agreed to stay with them.

first, let's list down the platonic yanderes for you. first of all, there were the kids ( on, hong, raon ) who was willing to kill the people who wants to use them just to get close to their human. and please remember, even if you were reaalllyyy cold to them at first, they really love your presence! even though you don't pay any attention to them! just stay with them in the super rock villa! ahh, of course, they will be really happy if you and their human will end up with each other!

the next one is the dragons ( sheritt, eruhaben, mila, rasheel, dodori and of course, the dragon half-blood ). let's start with sheritt first. we all know that sheritt already lost one of her sons. and seeing raon clinging to you just like how he clung to cale. sheritt was surprised. and of course, she treats you like you were her daughter despite of you ignoring their presence. the next one is eruhaben, mila and rasheel. we all know how prideful the dragons are. but for some reasons. These three dragons were really obsessed with you. eruhaben and rasheel, being a tsundere they are. they won't even admit that they love you (in a platonic way of course). and the thought of those mere humans using you to get close to cale makes their blood boil. well, getting rid of them is a good choice. mila doesn't really like you that much before. but after seeing you having a nightmare one night, it boosted her yandere tendencies. ahh, if she will be given a chance to kill those humans who made you like this she will make sure to shatter their bodies in pieces where even their own family won't be able to recognize them.

and dodori and the dragon half-blood. we all know that dodori is a big fan of cale. and after hearing from raon about you, he becomes curious. since in his eyes, you look quite intimidating and scary (since raon described you as a kind human). he thought that you were only fooling raon. but he slowly, after following you and watching you for a few days. he started seeing you as his big sister. dodori doesn't care if you were only fooling them but he and his hoobae will protect you forever! while our dragon half-blood was the only sane platonic yandere here. he wasn't that obsessed with you, unlike the others. but he was willing to kill someone for you. just say the word.

let's move on with alberu, choi han, rosalyn, lock, beacrox, ron, mary, cage, tasha, witira, paseton, and archie. oh! oh! this combination of yanderes was quite good! first of all, they care about you as much as they care about cale. there is alberu who loves spoiling you with material things. since according to him, he just wants to take care of his future sister-in-law. and there is rosalyn, mary and sometimes tasha, cage, and witira who loves dressing you up. they don't care about the scars that you've got from the scientists and mages before. they just love dressing you up like a doll ( note, they were the ones who sets you and cales date every time since according to them, cale is quite dense when it comes to these kinds of things ). and there is archie and paseton who visits you often in the super rock villa. and these two doesn't even realize that they are yanderes for you. since according to archie, they aren't used to these types of things.

and there is choi han and lock who was assigned ( by cale of course ) to be your bodyguard. even though you treat them as if they don't exist, they don't care. oh, and they find it funny and cute whenever they see you staring at nothing. it kinda reminds them of cale. alright, let's move on with the molan father-son duo who loves to take care of you! well, the main reason why beacrox became attached to you was that the only time they saw your face brighten up was the time when you ate the food that beacrox cooked. after that day, beacrox started treating you as his little sister. and seeing beacrox, cale and everyone around him acting weird. ron also become curious about you. what's so special about you? that's the question that ron had on his mind. but the more time he spends with you, the more he becomes attached to you. you were so fragile and just like the young master, you act like an obedient puppy sometimes. and he knows the things you've gone through that made you like a stone and cold as ice. kukuku, ron is curious about what will gonna happen once they were able to make you open your heart to them.

the henituse family especially lily and basen really adores you. how can't they adore you? you were really cute! and seeing you and their cale sitting next to each other without saying anything is really adorable! for their eyes, the two of you were made for each other. and let me tell you a secret, lady violan is the one who discovered your love of food. since she was the first one who saw you smile after eating the chocolate chip cookie that she made. and after hearing that from his wife, deruth gave you a huge box full of chocolate cookies as a present.

okay, the last and the most obsessed with you. the supreme commander of the allied nation, cale henituse. We know that cale isn't really used with ‘love’. and despite of being a smart person. cale took a while to realize that there was something odd with his adoration for you. the first time he realized it was when you sneaked out to go on the market. and that time, cale was nervous and worried about you. it's funny to think that he was worried that you left them when he planned to send you off before.

cale couldn't help it, you were addicting. your presence itself was really addicting. and this was the first time that cale wants to be greedy. he wants you to stay by his side. he doesn't know what will he gonna do if he loses you like how he lost lee so hyuk and choi jung soo. and the more he sees you, the more his yandere tendencies worsen.

and after a year of staying with them. you noticed one thing. the super rock villa was safer than the facility where you have grown up. unlike that place, here, you have many people who care for you (even though they were a bit crazy, you don't really care). and unlike that place, you can eat delicious food and wear comfy clothes here. this might take a while, but you slowly opened yourself to them.

the first time you approached them first is when you offered to play with the kids. and to be honest, they were surprised and really happy because of your offer. and that time was the first time when they heard you laugh so softly. and after that, raon excitedly said it to his mother who happened to be with eruhaben, mila, rasheel, dodori and the dragon half-blood.

and boy! boy! sheritt might be happy to see her son happy. there was also a side of her who also wants to hear you laugh. and so are the other dragons and the dragon half-blood. that's why sheritt decided to invite you to a tea party with her and the other dragons. and on that said party, after seeing your long yet kinda messy hair. eruhaben decided to braid it for you and of course, you obeyed him and sat quietly in your chair while nibbling your cookie. and how will they say this? rasheel, dodori and the dragon half-blood weren't really used to seeing you acting like a child. while sheritt and mila happily decorated your hair with some flowers. and after they finished decorating your hair, they gave you a mirror to show it to you. and boy! rasheel almost choke his tea, and the dragon half-blood and dodori's eyes brightened up after hearing you giggling softly as you thank them.

and after seeing that clingy and childish side of yours. only made everyone want to protect you more. hah, even though they love that side of yours. they are also worried that people might take advantage of you. tsk, tsk, tsk, it looks like they need to protect you even more.

and man, even cale loves that clingy side of yours. because you mostly spend your time with him. sitting next to him and reading a book. and there were some times that you fell asleep on cale's shoulder. of course, cale didn't fail to record it in his mind. he doesn't want to forget those times when you were with him.

and oh, remember that ducal family from the other kingdom who kidnapped you before? let's just say that the ducal family and that kingdom disappeared overnight. what was the reason? who knows?

fun fact! there were also three platonic yanderes up in the heaven who was involved with the disappearance of that said kingdom. but let's keep it a secret for now, okay?

“ you don't have to worry, (first name). no one will be able to hurt you anymore. ”

[buggaboizz]

I'm making an Octonauts infection au!!!!

It's pretty much just rabies with some changes here or there. But I made art!!! So I'll be showing you guys that here along with talking about it :D

//TW: Illness, implied violence, open wounds, blood, depictions of dead bodies, bite marks//

Viewer discretion is advised!

Stage 1, Incubation

Has been bitten

No symptoms show

Can last from 3 weeks to 5 years

The very start! In this stage the victim would never know if they have the infection. This is where the victim can potentially be cured, if only they knew...

Stage 2, Prodrome

General flu-like symptoms

Anxiety

Fatigue

Insomnia

Hydrophobia

Lasts 2-5 weeks

This is when the infection becomes apparent, though they might not know what the sickness truly is. As soon as symptoms start appearing, their fate is sealed.

Stage 3, Acute Neurological Period

Frothing from the mouth

Hallucinations

Aggression

Encephalitis

Muscle spasms

Trouble breathing

Lasts 1-3 weeks

This is where the characteristic "rabies behavior" begins! At this point they are FAR beyond saving and a true danger to those around them. They are in a constant mental battle as they slowly slip away from their own mind and body as it is taken over by the infection.

Stage 4, Wandering

All higher function is lost

They wander aimlessly

Most senses are gone or ignored

Lasts 1-2 weeks

This is when the victim loses the battle and completely deteriorates. This is no longer the person you knew, it is nothing more than a husky of its former self. They may still be violent if provoked, though.

Stage 5, Coma

The infected falls into a coma

They will never wake up

Death is imminent

Lasts 3-5 days

This is when the body finally gives up. It has done all it can to just stay alive, but it can no longer do that.

Stage 6, Death

The infected finally succumbs to their fate

The body is still contagious if eaten

From the Earth they rose, and to the Earth they returned. From the start, death was imminent, and this is when it finally arrives. After all these months or years, they can finally rest.

[shanesbluechicken]

Oooh how about Shane with a Vampire SO?

The farmer is a vampire (Shane)

I LOVE VAMPIRES OMG THIS WAS SM FUN

Someone teach me how to write short hesdcanons, because they always turn out to be wayyy too long :'D

TW: heavy language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood

Gender: neutral

Shane's been making vampire jokes since day one without even know you're actually one. Everytime he makes them you're practically getting a heart attack since you don't really want the town members to know. The possibility of being chased down by torches was not on your agenda.

But come on! There is no easy way to make it not obvious.

You won the egg hunt just to get that straw hat, because it shields your face completely.

Not to mention that even on cloudy days you seem to try to protect your skin. Some residents asked if you're maybe allergic to the sunlight and you just went with that. Marnie that sweet woman took the liberty upon herself and offered to ask Harvey for help, but you quickly shut that idea down saying that because of your past you don't want to make a big deal out of it.

Shane though. Oof.

"What are you? A fucking vampire?"

You freeze, unsure on what to answer, but soon enough you notice that he's just meaning it as a joke or a way to provoke you.

As you two become friends, he one day decides to bring some pizza over. You've been isolating yourself the last couple of days and he is a bit worried. Knowing you you're probably fully invested in work and your farm.

But when he arrives no one is outside on the fields and your front door is slightly open. He hears glass breaking inside so naturally he rushes in like a whole SWAT team with nothing but a frozen pizza as a weapon. He is fully intending on blinding potential enemies with the salami pieces.

"Shane?"

"What the FUCK is going on? Are you hurt?"

What he thought might be an intruder was actually just you being clumsy, but he does notice how you're holding your arm with a painful look on your face. Good luck getting him off your back now.

Your sleeve got ripped apart while building a fence and the light burned your skin, but you tell Shane that it's from starting the fire place. Everything indicates that you haven't even touched the fire place and it's a hot day anyways. You got him suspicious here, but he doesn't say anything. There must be a reason why you'd lie and he'd be damned if he doesn't find out.

Usually he couldn't care less even if someone comes up with such a bad lie. He doesn't have the energy to play detective, but with you it's different. You're one of the very few people who showed him kindness no matter how shitty he behaved and if you're having issues then he wants to help you out.

The next week he sees you stumbling through town and barely holding onto the wall of the bridge. At some point it seems like you're about to fall into the river any second and he runs over to hold you up. The fact that he's running late to his shift is long forgotten.

"I'm bringing you home."

"No, Shane, I promise I'm fine. I just feel a bit light headed."

"Bullshit."

He's way stronger than he looks and while he's carrying you back you to Harvey's clinic he realizes how dead you look. More dead than usually of course.

The closer he gets you to the clinic though the more you try to get out of his grip.

"Stop it, you need a fucking doctor."

"No, please."

Shane stops dead in his tracks upon hearing how desperate you sound. He's never heard you beg like this and his stomach is practically turning upside down from all the concern.

"Carry me home and I will explain everything to you. I'm done with lying and hiding."

You're hallucinating. That must be it. But something about your tone and your pleading eyes that he barely makes out behind those dark sun glasses make him obey to your wish.

As he lays you down into your bed he gets you a glass of cold water, but you almost smack it out of his hands, pointing towards the fridge. Confused, he looks inside, but can't see anything besides the usual vegetables and some left overs. Then, behind all these items, he spots something dark. Something red.

In the next moment you're next to him, grabbing that red liquid and ripping the package open like he usually does with booze when he's going through a particularly nasty time.

"This better be strawberry juice."

Deep down he knows it's not and he isn't sure what he feels watching you chug that entire bag in one go. With anyone else he'd most likely be disgusted or mortified, but the feelings he has for you, ones that he can't quite describe yet, are way too deep to feel anything negative towards you. His mind is still occupied with images of you nearly falling off the bridge and not being able to stand on your own two feet.

But you sure got some explaining to do and you promised to tell him everything after all. There's no way to get yourself out of this mess. You're scared of Shane's reaction. You don't want to ruin whatever you guys have going on, but what you don't know is how deep that bond between you goes. You have no idea that Shane reached a point where he would go through fire for you, but in your defense he's not the type to really show that.

He takes the information pretty well and with humor too. Internally he's screaming a bit though, because OMG HE WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG?!

"Are you telling me that...this is the skin of a killer?"

"Shane, stop."

"How long have you been 17?"

"I'm not 17 and stop with the Twilight references."

"Can you read my mind?"

"THIS IS SERIOUS-"

"So you have visions?"

You're not even sure if you wanna question his oddly deep knowledge of those movies.

You explain to him that most vampires nowadays live off of blood donations and the people donating know where it goes to. The issue with you now is that it's difficult getting these donations since Pelican Town is quite isolated from the cities and you can't ask Harvey to receive them for you, because he doesn't know that vampires even exist.

You've been holding back with your drinking, but it's affecting your health badly which is the reason why you almost fucking died there at the bridge.

Without a second thought Shane offers you to give you his blood, BUT there is a problem with that as well. Considering the amount of alcohol in his system his blood would make you even sicker than no blood at all.

Now he has the right motivation to stop drinking! And it works!

You drink it directly from his wrist though, because you don't really have the right equipment for taking it differently.

Shane has to hide the bite marks otherwise Marnie thinks he's gotten into something worse than booze.

He's a ride or die, okay. He backs up every made up story of yours to not make anyone in town suspicious.

You have to expect lots of teasing from his side as well and I'm not only talking about twilight references.

"What happens if I throw garlic at you?"

"Fuck around and find out, bitch. I suggest that you don't even start fucking around."

You could serve him some vegetable he doesn't like and he would yell "THE POWER OF YOBA COMPELLS YOU"

Absolutely adores your fangs. Sometimes they're super fucking adorable when you shoot him a bright smile and other times he finds them so hot that his knees turn into pudding.

Don't get me started on the fact that you can crush rocks with your bare hands.

Doesn't know if he should be very scared or very in love.

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