#when i say tormented by the horrors i MEAN tormented by the horrors btw.

[woerm-town]

morning!!!!!! guess who got only 4 or so hours of sleep because they were tormented by the horrors!!!!!!!!!! i will probably fail the assignment i have to do today but we ball i guess!

[n3wstxd]

𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐊/𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍

warnings: psychological torment, non-consensual biting (at first), slight blood kink, begging, anal fingering, rimming, anal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, graveyard sex, sex on top of a literal grave but it’s okay cus it’s Kirk’s

Happy Halloween! I tried my hand at writing about (Jason) being scared, and there are first times for everything :)) anyways enjoy! (What I mean by crypt btw)

word count: 7.4K words (you were warned)

nsfw under the cut :)

Halloween. Kirk’s favourite holiday, where he could go out and mingle at parties without having to obscure his vampirism. He was starving, aching for fresh meat to sink his fangs into. The party he attended this year was wonderful—so many lovely choices of men and women, all dressed to the nines.

He scans the room, red eyes settling on the forms of Lars and James, dressed as a mummy and a shitty werewolf respectively. His friends spot him too and beckon him over. 

“Settling on the vampire look again?” Teases Lars.

Kirk rolls his eyes, adjusting his hair to stay out of his face. 

“And you’re a goddamn Mummy,” he retorts, shaking his head. “You two look like shitty actors from one cheap horror movie.”

Lars laughs and pats Kirk’s shoulder.

“At least we try something new,” he says cheerfully. “You wear the same thing every year and you’re only in disguise because you don’t want people to know you’re a blood-sucking monster.”

“And your costume is what exactly?” Kirk shoots back, not amused. “You look like a dollar-store bandage come to life. Not very scary.”

James snickered and leaned against the wall.

“You both look ridiculous, alright? But it’s a good night for hunting,” he says with a grin, a sly look on his face. “A lot of people here look very…tasty.”

Kirk smirks and looks around the gathering, taking note of some of the more delectable candidates. His gaze lands on a beautiful young man, standing by himself and looking rather lost. 

“Yeah…I guess there are a few options,” he muses, licking his lips absently. “I might go over and introduce myself to the pretty one over there.” James whines. “I was gonna go for him.”

Kirk snorts and shakes his head.

“You? You wouldn’t know what to do with him. He looks like the kind of man who’s sweet, polite, innocent. You’d scare him away with one dumb sentence, you big brute.”

James laughs at that. “And you’re going to be the charming prince swooping in to save the poor, innocent damsel?” Kirk rolls his eyes and grins arrogantly. “Of course. I’m far too charismatic to drive him away. I’ll charm the pants right off him.”

James snickers and pats his shoulder. “Well, alright. He’s all yours then. Try not to drain him fully when you finally sink your fangs into his pretty neck.” 

Kirk rolls his eyes and straightens his getup, adjusting the velvet cape around his shoulders so it drapes well down his back. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be back in a bit. Or not.”

Kirk eyes the man—dressed as an angel, a reflection of the characteristic innocence of the holy beings in those baby blue eyes. He can’t hold himself back—he has to have him. 

As he approaches, it’s like the angel senses his presence immediately, those stunning blues locking with his dark ruby eyes. A faint blush rises on the angel’s cheeks, lips curving faintly into a shy smile. 

Kirk can’t help but notice how he’s almost trembling faintly in his pristine white outfit. He’s like a porcelain doll, so delicate, so sweet, so innocent.

Perfect prey.

His figure is sleek and lean, akin to a dancer, and he moves with a certain grace that has the vampire captivated. He’s only slightly taller than Kirk, and he’s got tufts of auburn curls messily resting on his shoulders, flowing down his back. Kinky bangs frame his captivating eyes, and the fake halo that sits amongst his curls is a shiny white. 

He’s like walking, talking temptation, and Kirk can’t stop staring. He’s so damn beautiful, his scent so very appetizing. He feels the hunger in his chest burning, but he controls it and smiles charmingly instead. 

“Hi there,” he greets the boy, his eyes wandering over the tight, silk material of his white robe, two small slits on either side of his legs for more leeway. His top is more snug, a sleeveless silk top with a banded collar and some little gold accessories to match.

The whole costume looks expensive, or took a lot of time to make at the very least. “Hi.” The man responds, friendliness clear through his toothy grin, a beer in hand.

Kirk can’t help but stare for a beat longer, taking in the pretty smile, the beautiful gleam of those eyes…and the delicate, elegant long lines of his neck. 

So slender, so inviting. 

Almost as if sensing the thought, the angel tucks his chin down, hiding his neck ever so slightly, as though shy. It’s an utterly charming gesture that only serves to fan the flames of Kirk’s desire. He swallows, snapping himself out of his thoughts and grins. 

“So, enjoying the party?”

“It’s nice…though I’m looking for my friend. He’s supposed to be here.”Kirk tilts his head to one side. “Is that so?” He asks, feigning mild interest. 

“What’s his costume?”

“He’s a ghost.”

“A ghost, huh?” 

Kirk’s eyes twinkle a bit with a hint of mischief. “And where exactly is this friend of yours? Off haunting the punch table or something?”

“Beats me.” 

The man’s phone dings, and Kirk can’t help but watch how his bangs frame his face when he cants his head. 

“Oh. My friend couldn’t make it. Great, now I’m stuck here alone.” He sounds less than thrilled, probably after having to go to such lengths to make his costume. 

“What a waste of a night.”

When the beautiful creature pouts, Kirk’s mouth dries up instantly. Christ, he’s adorable. “Hey, there’s no need to look so disappointed…” He says with a coy tone of voice, taking a few steps closer to the angel. 

“I could take you out somewhere else…” He offers tentatively. Jason’s interest piques, and he tilts his head to the side. “Like where?”

Kirk grins and takes one more step, their chests almost flush together. “The night is still young,” he purrs. “There’s so many more exciting places to go to before closing time…unless you’d rather stay at this boring party, of course.”

Jason thinks for a moment, considering his options. And his cerulean eyes lock with crimson ones, his resolve determined. 

“Where to?”

Kirk can’t help the shiver of excitement that runs down his spine. He grins, fangs gleaming in the faint light. This beautiful, sweet, gullible man was willingly walking into the jaws of a beast—a predator. 

“Follow me,” he says, almost huskily. “I know a spot.”

Jason’s holding onto Kirk’s arm as they creep through the graveyard. Kirk’s all too familiar with the place, but Jason’s like a scared little mouse.

“Are you scared?” 

Kirk purrs, a smug note audible in his tone. He can hear the rapid beating of Jason’s heart, the way his breath comes quick and shallow with nerves as they walk through the dark, silent graveyard.

“A little…” He gulps, glancing around in case anything were to jump out at them. Angels were supposed to be beacons of fearlessness, and here Jason was, shaking like a leaf, clinging to Kirk like his life depended on it.

Kirk bites his lip, holding back a chuckle. The angel was absolutely adorable when he was nervous like this. It made him seem so small and fragile, almost like a little puppy. 

“There’s nothing to be scared of,” he assures, resting a hand on Jason’s lower back and rubbing it in a comforting gesture. “You’re safe with me.”

Jason glances down in surprise when he steps on a twig, his halo falling to the ground. He lets go of the ravenette’s arm to pick it up, and when he stands back up after readjusting its position on his head, he finds himself alone. 

He glanced around once, twice, thrice, and Kirk has vanished. Fear spikes through his heart like thorns, and his big doe eyes are wide in fear. 

“Kirk?” He asks, voice so shaky, fear rolling off him in waves.

Jason’s all alone in this creepy graveyard in the middle of god knows where, it’s coming close to midnight, and he swears he’s not alone. 

Fear gripes his heart like a vice, panic settling in as he swerves left and right to try and catch a glimpse of the man. He takes a few steps forward, oh-so paranoid, watching the tombstones and the shrubbery and the forest nearby. He might just believe in the supernatural now.

“Kirk!?” 

Jason calls again, panic rising. He can feel himself trembling from fear, the silence around him suddenly deafening. “Where are you?” 

He scans the area around him, looking for clues of Kirk’s whereabouts. His heart is beating out of his chest, his muscles taut with tension as he takes a few halting steps forward, almost afraid of what he might stumble upon.

Nothing. 

Not a sound, not a glimpse of that dark hair or sharp smile, or even the flicker of that velvet cape. He’s well and truly alone now, a sitting duck in the middle of this dark and seemingly haunted place.

“Kirk..?” 

He says weakly, no conviction left in his voice. His breaths come in short puffs, vision going slightly hazy from fright.

He glances to his right at the sound of a twig snapping, whipping his head around and finding….nothing. Not a single soul. 

“Who’s there…?” 

Jason asks shakily, looking around in a frenzy for the source of the sound. His heart is beating madly out of his chest, panic clawing his throat with icy fingers.

The fright is swallowing him whole, and he can hear another twig snap closer to him, only a few feet behind him. He spins around—nothing. So he does the only thing he knows how to do. 

Run.

He takes off running with sheer panic, heart in his throat. He can’t bring himself to look back, can’t hear anything over the loud beating of his own heart and the rush of adrenaline. His mind is empty, focused only on the single goal of getting away from whoever or whatever is behind him.

He doesn’t know where he’s going, can’t see clearly in front of him, and stumbles over the uneven ground numerous times, twigs and leaves grasping at his ankles in his hurry. Adrenaline is roaring in his ears, fear driving his legs and fuelling his panic.

There’s a faint voice in the back of his mind, screaming at him to slow down before he falls and breaks his ankle—but it’s soon drowned out by the fear of being hunted or chased down. 

His breaths are harsh and ragged, lungs screaming and muscles aching with the effort to run, panic driving him on. 

He can hear footsteps behind him, heavy and loud and gaining on him fast. He can’t even see what’s after him now—his vision swimming and chest clenching from fright.

He’s in hysterics, tears muddling his vision and his breathing is erratic—his lungs burn and so do his calves, but he keeps on running. The graveyard is a maze, and he can’t seem to find the exit.

And then he falls. 

His foot tangles up with a root sticking out of the ground, and he’s sent careening to the grass. Pain blooms in his ankle at the impact, sharp and sudden, and he can’t supress a cry of pain. He tries to scrabble and crawl away as he hears those footsteps coming close—almost upon him. 

He drags himself behind a large oak tree and muffled his breathing. The footsteps stop, and they sound confused…where did he go? 

The footsteps finally fade into the night after moving around a little more, and Jason breathed the tiniest sigh of relief. He peeks out from behind the tree to catch a glimpse of whatever had been chasing him. 

Still, nothing.

Just when he thinks he’s safe, there’s an overwhelming aura emanating from behind him. His breath catches in his throat, and he’s far too scared to even turn around. He’s cornered like a dog, and he musters the courage to look behind him.

But before he can do so, a strong hand wraps around his shoulders, pulling him back against someone’s chest. Jason’s wracked with sobs. He thinks it’s all over for him, this is how he’ll die. 

“Found you.”

Kirk does feel a pang of guilt at the sight of Jason like this—scared and crying and looking at him like he’s the devil himself. But he’s starved and he’s owed a meal, but not before playing with his food a little.

Of course, this is all part of his game. He needs to get the boy scared, get his blood pumping, and draw out that sweet fear pheromone. God, he's even more beautiful when he's so utterly petrified. Still, he has to admit to himself there’s something about the angelic boy’s frazzled and hysteric state that twists something in his chest slightly. God, he's even more beautiful when he's so utterly petrified.

Jason goes completely still when he feels the arm around him, tears streaming down his face as terror seeps through his very core. He’s trembling like a leaf even as he tries to keep quiet, scared of what will happen next. 

He swallows back a sob, trying to get his breathing under control. “Please…please don’t hurt me…” He whispers out brokenly, looking up at Kirk desperately, begging for his life. 

And he looks so, so beautiful in the dim light of the night, tears marring his soft features and eyes wide like a doe’s.

Kirk almost feels bad for having to scare him so badly, but he's also starving, and the fear makes his blood pump faster and his sweet scent even more potent. It makes his fangs ache in his jaws, and it's taking all his willpower not to sink them deep into that slender, smooth neck. 

His eyes gleam sadistically, leaning down so close that his lips brush over the shell of Jason’s ear. Jason’s chest heaves, his eyes sparkling under the moonlight. His gasps stutters and his breath shudders.

Jason’s body is rigid, frozen in fear as he feels the vampire breathing in his scent, that hand on his neck doing little to quell the panic that’s coursing through him. His lips are trembling, and a wave of dread courses through him. This is it. This is the end. 

“Please, please don’t hurt me…” He whispers pleadingly, a new wave of tears leaking from his eyes.

Kirk feels a pang of guilt again, but it’s quickly overridden by hunger and need. He grins and runs the tip of his nose over the pale, slender column of Jason’s neck, breathing him in greedily. He can feel the rapid beat of his pulse as he nuzzles over the skin on his neck, just shy of touching the sensitive skin with his mouth. 

He can feel the fear coming off Jason in waves, the scent of it strong enough to leave him heady and almost drunk.

Jason’s breaths are coming in short, sharp gasps, every exhale a small whimper of fear. He can feel the press of that mouth on his skin, feel the hot wet puff of breath tickling his collarbones, and he can’t stop the tears from streaming down his face. 

“I-I’ll do anything…please—whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me. Please.” He whimpers out, tears running freely down his face. It’s so pathetically arousing to Kirk.

Kirk feels it as a shiver runs through Jason’s entire body with that utterance, and it causes a jolt of excitement and arousal through him, too. The sheer begging and pleading would’ve been enough to get him all hot and bothered alone, but the fear pheromone emanating from those words, mixed with the tears on that smooth, porcelain face, was like an electric shock to his body. 

He groans softly, unable to hold back the sound.

Jason can hear the groaned out sound from the vampire as well as feel his breath on his neck, his entire body trembling in fear, pulse racing. He closes his eyes, almost praying to whatever god is out there that he’ll get out of this alive somehow. 

He can’t stop the tremors, can’t stop the tears, and he can’t help the pitiful whimpers that escape him as he continues to cry. He knows he looks a mess right now—terrified, pathetic, hysterical…

It’s taking all of Kirk’s restraint to hold himself back. The tears, the smell, the whimpers—he’s holding back the animalistic instincts within himself in a battle of restraint. He’s not going to pounce on the beautiful boy here and now—he’s going to drag this out a bit more. 

He can’t help the way he nuzzles his face into the crook of Jason’s neck, letting out a shaky breath at how close he is to tasting this angelic creature. As much as he’d like to take him right there and then, it would be more enjoyable if Jason could derive pleasure from this too.

Jason can feel everything—the press of that mouth on his neck, the cool breath of the vampire on his heated skin, the heat from that body pressed flush against his back. And then, suddenly, he feels a sensation that makes his brain come to a screeching halt. 

He can feel the vampire’s tongue licking a slow stripe over his neck. He freezes instantly, heart in his throat, body trembling.

Jason’s reaction to that one gesture is the final nail in the coffin. 

Kirk’s restraint snaps, the desire and hunger becoming too strong to hold back. His breathing huffs out in ragged gasps, and he pushes the boy’s head to the side with his nose, baring that lovely neck even more. 

He lets his lips finally press down over the soft, sensitive skin of his neck, mouthing over it eagerly.

Jason groans, and Kirk’s free hand slides down his body, sensing his now growing arousal, and holding onto his hip with a firm grip.

Meanwhile, the angel is having a terrible time with his unwarranted arousal, how could he be getting hard when there’s someone, something, that could kill him any time?

That faint sound of pleasure from Jason sends a jolt of heat through Kirk’s body. So, the boy does want this. Interesting. He grins against the crook of his neck at the Kirk is absolutely addicted to the sounds the boy makes. 

He can’t stop himself from touching as much of that lovely skin as possible, his touches gentle as his fingers slide up the inside of Jason’s thigh. 

Kirk nips at the angel’s ear, licking softly at the skin. He can also feel his own arousal growng, pressed against the red-head’s thigh as he continues to lick and mouth at Jason’s neck. He can’t stop the soft guttural growl that comes from the back of his throat.

Jason can feel it too, digging into his leg so shamelessly. And as much as he wishes he wasn’t, his briefs started feeling tighter. This was the worst—getting hard by someone you don’t even know, in a situation that meant life or death.

He can both feel and hear the whimper that leaves Jason’s lips as he realises the boy’s growing arousal as well, and it makes his grin grow even wider. The whimper also causes him to give a hard press of his hips against the thigh, the friction making him shiver a little. 

His tongue continues to lap and lick along the sensitive skin of his neck, before he nips the skin gently, fangs just barely scraping over the surface of it.

By now, Jason’s well aware the person behind him has some sort of fangs, so it’s some sort of unnatural humanoid creature that’s marking up his neck like a lover.

Jason’s neck is absolutely bruised from the vampire’s lips and teeth, marked so pretty that there’s no doubt of what caused it. Kirk continues to mouths along his neck, moving up and biting at the skin just below the ear. The hand on the angel’s hip slides down further, the other still gripping firmly at his throat.

“You taste so good, pretty boy…” 

Kirk speaks against the skin of his neck, lips moving back and forth over the flesh. His tongue occasionally laps over the surface to gather more of that sweet taste. He loves those whimpers and soft gasps the boy’s letting out and the way he’s pushing back against him ever so slightly. 

His tongue and lips slowly move up towards the boy’s ear and he grins. 

“Just wait till I taste you elsewhere….”

A jolt of arousal runs up Jason’s spine, his cheeks flushing. Kirk thinks it’s divine intervention that Jason doesn’t recognise his voice, but then again, they’d only met that night. 

Despite the unfamiliarity, the reactions he’s getting from the angel is making it more fun by the second. The flushes across his face that he can’t tell apart from the fear, those delicious whimpers and gasps, and the hardening of his arousal against his own body. 

He decides he wants more of these reactions, so that’s where he’s going next. 

His hand on the boy’s neck slides down, fingers skimming along the buttons of his shirt and popping them open slowly, down until his sternum.

Jason shivers—this predicament he’s in is surprising, but he only wished that it wasn’t some creature that wished to fuck him.

More and more of the angel’s skin is revealed as Kirk pushes the fabric of the shirt to the side, exposing those lovely collarbones, those soft and smooth shoulders, the skin that he could just devour. 

His lips and tongue are all over that skin now, leaving behind a trail of bruising kisses and faint marks of his teeth, moving and sucking up to the boy’s ear. 

“You’re gorgeous…” He murmurs hotly, breath tickling the skin of the boy’s ear. He spots his own single crypt nearby—black delight violas pooling around the base. His plan is simple: to have Jason on top of his own coffin, on the sleek greyed marble, untarnished through the years.

He slowly maneuvers Jason back towards his own crypt, mouth continuing to bruise up the skin beneath his lips, leaving behind a pretty trail of marks that’s almost hypnotising to himself. 

His nose nudges the boy’s head to the side, exposing the crook of his neck, and Kirk can’t help it. He needs to taste this sweet skin once again, needs to taste the blood pumping right underneath the surface. 

That neck is exposed so willingly now, and Kirk runs his lips and tongue right over it again.

Jason is flipped around to face him—and the angel expects to see some horrible, ugly creature of the night, but is met by a familiar face buried in his neck…

“Kirk?”

Kirk lifts his head from Jason’s neck at that sound. He’s surprised that the boy hadn’t recognised him already.

“You…I thought you…” He’s speechless. He doesn’t know what to say. Was he supposed to be mad? That Kirk had left him and chased him around and held him hostage like it was some funny little game? Or was he supposed to be even more aroused, that the pretty Californian man had hunted him down like he was some sort of rabbit and marked him up like he owned him?

Kirk can see and hear the conflicting thoughts running through that pretty head. He can smell the confusion in the pheromones that are still being released from his body—arousal, confusion, a little bit of hurt. 

He grins at the sight, a mix of amusement and hunger, feeling a dark thrill at the way Jason looks right now beneath him. He can’t decide if it’s adorable or arousing that the boy is so confused, so conflicted. 

He’s holding Jason prisoner, pinning his slender body against the thick marbled gravestone of his very own resting place…

Kirk presses forward some more. He’s leaning forward, keeping that body pinned against the marble, watching the way Jason looks back up at him with wide eyes, full lips parted. 

“You look so beautiful like this….” He murmurs lowly, eyes running all over the slender figure, taking in every little bit of skin that’s exposed and every little mark he’s left. 

Now, Jason’s sat on the crypt, Kirk standing as he mouths desperately at his neck, tracing his lifeline with his tongue. Jason’s robes are hiked up for his legs to have more room to move, pooling around the marble like a veil. 

Despite all his questions and all, Jason can’t help but let Kirk do what he wants, clutching his costume as he groans softly, eyes screwed shut. Kirk’s free hand moves lower, under Jason’s robes to trace his thigh.

Jason’s skin is so smooth under his fingers that it has him shivering, and when that lovely moan comes out, he almost buckles at the knees. He’s never heard anything so sweet. He continues to run his tongue and lips along the boy’s neck, sucking harshly at the skin occasionally to leave behind marks of his own. His other hand is on his pale thigh, running up and down that bare skin.

Jason’s skin is addictive to the touch. It’s so soft and smooth, like supple porcelain, and Kirk absolutely craves more of it, just to explore, to devour, to claim. 

He nips at that delicious neck again, sucking at the skin roughly, and he can feel the moan of pleasure that vibrates through Jason’s body. His teeth graze over the bruised skin, just a hint of fangs in the gesture.

Then, as quick as lightning, he sinks his teeth into Jason’s jugular, and those ice blue eyes fly open. A pained cry escapes his lips, and his neck throbs. He claws at Kirk’s clothes, the sharp pain almost numbing.

When the blood hits his tongue, it’s absolutely heavenly. It’s a rush of pleasure and ecstasy and sweetness that floods through his veins, leaving him euphoric. He could get very used to how this boy tastes, how he feels and sounds and smells. He grips Jason’s thighs, keeping them open and spread to fit him between, taking more and more of the blood from his neck.

“Stop—what the hell-!” Jason tries to pull Kirk off, eyes wide in fear and betrayal. 

There is no stopping now. Jason can only watch as Kirk continues to drink and feed from his neck. But he can sense the panic and the fear and betrayal rising in Jason, and a small part of him does feel guilty for not telling the boy the truth, for leaving him in the dark like this. 

So he pulls back reluctantly, licking over the wound he’s made.

Jason’s staring at him like he’s a serial killer drenched in gore, and he feels the puncture wounds in his neck with horror. 

“You—”

The look in Jason’s eyes makes something in Kirk twinge. Those beautiful pools of blue staring at him like he’s some kind of monster. 

He is a monster, isn’t he? 

He stares back, watching those eyes widen even more at the dark stains of red on his lips and the fangs that are visible.

His breath shudders, and Jason curses himself for being so naive—who goes to a graveyard with a person they’d only met that night? 

“You’re a vampire!”

He can see the horror, the fear, and the realization in Jason’s eyes. It makes some part of him cringe, knowing this is not how he would have wanted the night to end. But there’s no denying the truth anymore, so he nods, a soft exhale escaping him. 

“…I am.” He replies quietly. Of course he is. 

He’s still standing between Jason’s legs, hands resting on the tops of his thighs, pinning him to the smooth, grey, polished surface of his resting place.

“You bit me!”

It’s a simple statement. He did bite him. 

His lips are still tinged a deep red from the boy’s blood, and there’s small drops of the liquid in the corners of his mouth. He stares back at Jason, guilt settling like ash in his lungs. 

“I did.”

“I’m going to die!” He shrieks, and Kirk thinks he’s louder than the banshees that used to be his neighbours.

There it is. The panic and the panic-induced hysterics. Jason’s going to think he’ll die and then go on a rampage. 

“No—No! You’re not going to die—I only drank a little…and besides, I’d never kill you.” Kirk reassured, and Jason can tell Kirk’s panicking a little too.

“Relax…I only drank some. You won’t die, I won’t let you. I’d never kill you…I only drink from people every once in a while, usually when I’m hungry, but you, you just taste so damn good…I couldn’t resist. But you’re fine, you’re not dead, you’re going to be okay, I’m telling you..” 

He’s rambling by now, desperately trying to keep Jason’s attention and calm him down, hands gripping at his thighs soothingly.

“You’re a vampire—you’ll drink me dry and-and leave my body here!” Jason’s making up scenarios in his mind, which in turn make him even more panicked and scared. And now the boy’s even making up scenarios in his mind. Kirk frowns, knowing it’s only making this situation even more difficult. 

So he does the only thing he really wants to do at that moment. 

Their mouths clash together, Jason’s own blood filling his mouth, coppery and tangy. Kirk is desperate, their lips moving together in a heated, passionate manner.

Jason stares at him, taken aback, but Kirk’s so tender and gentle that he almost wants to believe him. If Kirk wanted to drain him, he would’ve done so by now, right?

Kirk pulls back, leaving Jason breathless and wide-eyed and confused once again, and he leans his head forward until their foreheads are pressed together, his hands still holding softly onto the boy’s shoulders.

He can’t help the desperate plea that leaves his lips. “Please…trust me. I won’t kill you, or drain you, or anything of the sort. I swear. All I did was drink a few drops….”

Jason hesitates. He seems so genuine, and those wine red eyes look up at him pleadingly, like he was an innocent creature that just wanted a meal. Kirk can see the hesitance in Jason’s eyes, but at least there’s something other than fear in them. He gently touches the underside of the boy’s jaw, tilting his head to the side so more of that lovely neck is exposed to him once again. 

“I swear, I won’t kill you.” He repeats in that same pleading voice, hands gripping slightly tighter at his shoulders. He doesn’t want to accidentally bruise those beautiful shoulders. “I’d rather do something else to you, anyway..”

Heat floods Jason’s cheeks at the admission, and without prompt, Kirk leans in close, a hand sneaking up Jason’s thigh, creeping past his briefs. Cold hands cup Jason’s growing erection, a shudder running up the angel’s spine, a soft gasp escaping his lips. 

Having a literal vampire fondle him shouldn’t make him this aroused, but somehow it does. He’s not quite sure if it’s the fact that Kirk could kill him any second if he wanted to, or that he chooses not to, that has him so turned on.

Kirk is absolutely addicted to the sounds Jason makes. He nips at the boy’s ear, licking softly at the skin before speaking in a soft and pleading voice. 

“I want you so bad, baby…” His voice is low, breathing in Jason’s scent and licking up the blood trickling out from his wound. 

Kirk’s hand slides under Jason’s underwear to stroke softly at his hardened cock, marveling at how big it is. Jason stifles a moan, holding onto the lapels of Kirk’s cloak. He gazed at the human adoringly, like he was a prized painting in an art gallery.

He frees Jason’s shaft from its confines, shoving his robes up to gather around his hips. The vampire spat into his hand and pumped the angel’s cock with fervour, drawing a sigh from Jason. Precome pearls at his tip, leaking down the underside of his engorged dick, further helping Kirk’s hand slide up and down even faster. 

“Fuck—like that…please..” He murmurs, resting his forehead on Kirk’s shoulder, fingers digging into his cloak. Kirk’s hand moves quick, Jason’s mind spins in pleasure from the pace, praises spilling from his lips like holy words.

Leaning onto Kirk as his toes curl, Jason whimpers incessantly, quivering in the ravenette’s hand. He can feel himself drawing close, balls growing tight as his climax builds. 

He’s so, so close, and just as he’s about to hit his release, Kirk pulls away with a sly grin, leaving him high and dry.

“Wait—please..don’t stop..!” Jason whines into Kirk’s clothes, lifting his head up to meet him. His eyes are glassed over and hazy with pleasure, need welling in his powder-blue orbs. Kirk almost wants to give in, to give Jason exactly what he needs, but he restrains himself.

Instead, he pushes Jason onto his back on the crypt, his legs hanging over the edge. He kneels between his legs and tosses Jason’s briefs to the side mindlessly, focusing on the haven presented to him. 

Teasingly biting and sucking and marking up Jason’s inner thighs, Kirk lets his fangs scrape his thighs, goosebumps trailing up his skin. To his surprise, Jason mutters something so soft, he can barely hear it. 

“Speak up, darlin’, I can’t hear you.” 

“Bite me again. Please.”

He whispered it in such a needy tone, Kirk’s length jumped in his pants, straining against their confines, begging to be free and to have at Jason. He nearly gives in to Jason’s request, yearning to sink his jaws into his lovely pale flesh. 

But he had self-restraint, even in a time like this, and instead nibbles on his skin, leaving little indents of his teeth. That satisfies Jason enough, whining softly, begging for more stimulation. 

Eager to get to work to pleasuring Jason, he grips pale hips and lifts Jason’s pretty little pink pucker to mouth level, resting the crook of his knees on his shoulders. He’s buried between two muscular thighs which are trembling with anticipation, dipping his tongue into that tight wet heat, licking and sucking.

Jason grunts, Kirk’s tongue teasing around the rim, tracing the it with long, flat licks that has his cock leaking down his front. He stares up at the black sky and the stars, and he’s sure if God’s real he’d be looking back down at him disappointedly. Dressed as an angel, getting his ass eaten by a bloodsucking supernatural creature. How shameless he was, in a graveyard, a resting place for the deceased, no less.

And yet, the thrill of it all is intoxicating, getting chased around, bitten and fucking a super hot vampire. Kirk’s tongue dips deep into his hole, and it’s unnaturally long, prodding against a rubbery bump that has him crying out  unintentionally. 

“Shit—oh god..” He breathes, his leg muscles pulling taut as he stiffens in pleasure, thighs clamping around Kirk’s head. He merely hums between Jason’s legs, eating him out like a man starved. 

If this was how he’d die, Jason wouldn’t really mind it. 

The pressure in his belly builds up again, his cock pulsing. Kirk takes notice and somehow manages to speed up his movements, bringing Jason over the edge far sooner than he’d expected. 

Come spurts out of Jason’s throbbing cockhead, dribbling down his chest and dirtying his lovely silks. A skilled hand wraps around his sensitive shaft, milking him while working his fluttering hole. Jason squirms in oversensitivity, spasming around Kirk’s tongue. Cold hands knead the flesh of his ass soothingly, as if trying to ground him.

When every last drop is squeezed from the human, Kirk releases him and rests him back on the smooth marble. Jason’s chest heaves, body still coming down from the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

Kirk climbs onto the sleek crypt, admiring the sight before him. He’s a little distracted for a moment. Jason’s shirt is in disarray, sliding off his shoulders, the first three buttons of the shirt ripped open to expose miles of creamy skin. The pale flesh is littered with a trail of marks from his own lips, bruised and tender looking. His hair is in disarray, and those big doe eyes are staring up at him wide with satisfaction.

He’s absolutely mouthwatering like this.

And soon he’ll have his fill of the man, settling between those pliantly spread legs again. He drags a finger through the puddle of cum on Jason’s abdomen, tracing around his hole. Their eyes meet again, and Kirk’s carry a silent question, to which Jason responds with a bite of his lower lip.

Jason jolts as a long finger slides into his warm walls. It’s been a while since he’d fucked anyone, and it’s obvious to Kirk from how he felt like a vacuum around his finger. Kirk moved to quickly push into Jason’s tight hole, hearing him whine loudly and rock back onto his fingers.

Another finger is slipped in, pumping in and out of Jason, fingers curling and uncurling. His fingers search for Jason’s prostate again, feeling around and spreading his fingers. 

“Another.” Jason croaks out, and Kirk complies, slipping another finger past that tight ring of muscle. He sighs, letting Kirk do the work as his dick worked to half-hardness again, jolting to a near-full erection when Kirk presses down on his g-spot. 

“There?” Kirk asks simply, working his fingers over that spot in a repetitive poking motion. “Right there…” Jason breathes, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure overtakes him.

Once deemed prepared enough, Kirk pulls out his aching shaft and spits in his hand, gobs of salvia mixed with the remnants of Jason’s blood. He jerks himself off a few times, slicking himself up all while making eye contact with Jason.

Jason catches sight of Kirk’s beautifully hung length; the auburnette’s form tremors in anticipation, eager to be stuffed full like it was thanksgiving all over again. “C’mon…don’t make me wait..” He whines, arousal bleeding out into his voice. 

Kirk merely chuckles and aligns himself with Jason, giving one last glance of confirmation. 

“Please.” 

And that was all Kirk needed before he’s pushing the tip of his flush cock into Jason, ramming his whole dick into him without warning. Jason cries out at the sudden intrusion, his legs clamping around Kirk’s hips as if to still himself. 

Kirk is kind enough to let him adjust to his size, and Jason flutters around him to try and accommodate. His cold, clawed hands settle on the warm and soft flesh of Jason’s hips, which are narrow with his ilium jutting out slightly. Kirk admires how sleek the mortal’s figure is, build akin to a dancer’s, and how his crimson blood has dried around those pretty puncture wounds.

Meanwhile, Jason breathes deep. Kirk is a lot to take, and while he prides himself on being more of a size queen, Kirk’s more girthy than his previous hookups. Soon enough, he’s shifting his hips back into Kirk as he seeks more friction. 

This doesn’t go unnoticed by Kirk, who gladly starts to fuck in and out of him at a not-so-slow pace. Nonetheless, Jason’s blinded by ecstasy, his loud cries of satisfaction ringing through the graveyard. Kirk pats himself on the shoulder for finding such a secluded spot—there’s no way he’d be able to keep Jason silent if it were closer to town…

Kirk’s cockhead draws back before snapping back into Jason and ramming against his prostate, drawing choked moans from the latter. “Don’t stop—!” He cries, fingertips digging into Kirk’s shoulders. The bite of his grip only serves to get Kirk further more aroused, rutting into his partner with even more vigour.

Jason doesn’t think he’ll last long at this rate, Kirk’s cold hands roaming the exposed expanse of his body, a cheeky hand tweaking one of his nipples, pulling on it just to hear him whimper. The other moves to circle Jason’s engorged tip, spreading his precome around while dipping his thumb into his slit slightly.

Face burning, he holds onto the edges of the crypt for stability as Kirk ruthlessly pounds into him like he’s got something to prove. It’s so good that it sends shivers up his spine.

If something like this happened every year, Halloween would be his favourite holiday. Not even his birthday would beat getting fucked by a super hot vampire on a tomb in the middle of nowhere.

Kirk’s analysing Jason’s every twitch and facial expression, trying to take note of what he liked and didn’t. Sweat beads on his brow and yet his boundless stamina contributes to his lack of tiredness. 

On one hand, his stamina was perfect for pleasuring people who took a while to come. On the other, it wasn’t as good for individuals like Jason, who’s now come once already, but is still getting fucked at the same pace. 

Overstimulation starts to overtake Jason, his chest heaving as his shaft pathetically spurts any remnants of come left from his orgasm. His hole is still being used like a fucktoy for Kirk’s pleasure, and he just pathetically clenched around him. All he could do is hang on for dear life as Kirk splits him open. 

To Jase, Kirk’s not really close to reaching his climax, focused intently on the sensations of Jason around him as he tips his head forward, raven curls hanging forward, wet with sweat. 

The pleasure now borders on pain as Kirk continues to tease Jason’s energy-drained body, jerking off his dick with a talented hand. Tears spring to his eyes, and he feels sensitive to any little touches, even as he feels his third climax of the night start to build. He bites his lips, hard, eyes screwing shut. 

Jason’s third orgasm hits him hard like a ton of bricks. He whimpers pathetically, squirming in Kirk’s grip as release splatters over his chest like some sort of abstract painting. His chest heaves as he’s now shifting about in Kirk’s grip, trying to find a little relief from the constant assault on his prostate.

Kirk can just about feel his own high coming soon, looking at how messed up Jason was from him certainly brought it much closer. His hands shift to Jason’s hips, bruisingly tight, thrusting into him with reckless abandon, chasing his pleasure down like a hound. 

Weakly, Jason’s fourth orgasm comes around the same time Kirk’s does, splattering over his already ruined silks, even reaching his own chin. Kirk throws his head back, shooting his load deep into the warm confines of Jason. The latter is surprised by how much Kirk came in one go, his own dick twitching and going limp against his come-coated chest.

Jason can feel Kirk’s hot spunk leak out of his throughly loosened hole even while he’s still balls deep in him. Christ, he really was ruined, wasn’t he?

“That was amazing.” Kirk pants, lying next to Jason on his crypt. Jason’s dazed and he barely registers Kirk’s words. “Huh? Oh, yeah. It was…the best sex I’d ever had. What a way to spend Halloween.” He murmurs, glancing at Kirk, his body feeling like lead. Kirk scans his form with a soft smile.

“Let’s get you cleaned up…”

“Y’know we still have some time until the sun comes up.” Kirk grins, fangs gleaming as Jason huffs, blowing a piece of hair from his face. “What, will you burn in the sun or something?” 

Kirk merely laughs, and Jason wouldn’t mind seeing that everyday. “No, not at all. But I’d rather show you my home.” “Better not be a stupid castle or coffin.” 

Kirk rolls his eyes, but what could Jason really expect from a vampire of all things?

“Trust me, it’s a lot nicer than that. Who do you take me for?” “Nosferatu?” Jason offers. Kirk gasps in faux outrage. “Am I that ugly?” He pouts. “Certainly not.” Jason grins up at him, leaning into his cold grasp like it was the warmest place on earth. 

“Just take me to your home and bandage me up. And how do you suppose I hide the bite marks?” He hadn’t really thought of that. Neither of them had.

“Say that killer vampire stole your heart.”

“And my blood?” 

“Sure.”

“…I can work with that.”

[hereforthefunnyguys]

Can you tell me what your favorite rare pair is as well as a few head canons for them? I'm starving for rare pair content of any kind.

On it boss

I did Irateshipping Fragileshipping and a pinch of Klepto/Boardshipping :>

Irateshipping (because its me):

-In a domestic situation they are that one couple that can never agree on what to have for a meal. Joey loves meat, Marik hates meat. Joey hates super spicy stuff, Marik likes it (the masochistic Yami Marik instinct pulled through lmao). Joey loves fatty foods like red meat and heavy cream, Marik can't stomach them due to being raised with a Delicate Constitution (tm). You could not pay Joey to eat most vegetables and Marik will literally just eat raw spinach out of the bag like some kind of gazelle creature. They literally can't even agree over how to make eggs. Horrible couple to ever visit for dinner btw

-That said I don't think Marik could survive in a domestic situation for very long because he'd go Insane. Like those exotic macaws people keep in cages meant for like parakeets that start biting fingers off. Even with the power of Twue Wuv marik simply couldn't survive without a massive amount of stimulation which either means A) hes going to be starting another gang or B) he is going to be bothering joey 24/7

-They have a pitbull named Brutus :)

-Joey is constantly undergoing the Walter White "Noooo I refuse to take your Pity Money ill pay back all my debts on my own like a Real Man!" and marik is just paying everyone off behind the scenes to keep joey from getting kicked out of their apartment

-Marik cannot be casual about Joey in any situation he will rant about him for the rest of existence and all time to anyone who will listen or someone he has forced to listen and whether thats a good or bad rant depends on the state of their relationship at the time

Fragileshipping:

-Most sickly sweet couple you have ever met in all of your life in private. In public? You would be lucky to even know they're dating. They hold hands and thats like It

-Yugi kept on setting them up on dates meetings when Atem was still in the puzzle and it didn't work so great because Atem has negative rizz and sits on the couch like hes fucking paralyzed. Luckily Ryou can be easily entertained if you are willing to listen to him infodump about some shoestring-budget horror film thats been banned in Bolivia for grossly indecent content.

-Ryou is Atems beautiful darling boyfriend who is the light of his life and Atem is Ryou's pet little card game nerd

-Atem has an insane obligation to make sure Ryou is taken care of whenever anything bad happens to him ever because in the back of his mind hes always worried about him turning into modern-day TKB

Kleptoshipping/Boundshipping:

-Fundamentally the basis of this relationship should technically be Yugi engaging in his baser "I could fix him" instinct but also he does kind of think YB/TKB is really funny as just his usual evil bastard self. hes permanently trying not to go Wow he's kind of hot when he's evil while Bakura frantically details doomsday plan #23 to the gang

-Bakura looking at Yugi: this thing is so stupid and obsessed with friendship and its friends with the Pharoah (ew!) and its sickeningly adorable and yeah im in love with it now. fuck

-Everyone in the world must die EXCEPT for my darling boyfriend :)

-They can mutually devour a hamburger in a matter of seconds. Absolute meat destroyers (NOT double entendre (they have put multiple shops out of business via resource consumption esp because TKB will often dine and ditch especially at chains))

-Bakura is eternally frustrated because Yugi keeps on ruining his plans for world domination but hes so cute while doing it :(

-Yugi has the same fundamental beliefs as TKB but is a lot quieter about it which both makes TKB really mad and on the other hand it is very very satisfying to hear someone say "no no i get where you're coming from" after 3000 years of eternal torment

-They are Thee scary cool goth couple

-Bakura owns snakes and they like to nest in Yugi's hair because he generates Warmth. They are currently competing with their owner for who gets maximum yugi time and unfortunately bakura is kind of losing

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

what do you think would change in an AU where aemon the dragonknight was born a girl? viserys ii would probably wed his two eldest children if they were of the opposite sex but do you think aegon iv would abuse and torment aemma(?) the exact same way he did to naerys in canon or would he switch up tactics? what sort of personality do you think aemma would have and would she still be close to naerys? do you think naerys would be free to become a septa if she had an older sister who would marry aegon in her place?

at least there would probably be no blackfyre rebellions in this scenario, nor would there be rumors of an aemon/naerys affair.

Well. Tbh just because Aemon’s gender is swapped doesn’t mean that the society around them has changed in the slightest. And, that doesn’t really change the fact that Aegon has a weird hateboner for women- of course he’d still abuse his sister, and of course westerosi society would let him get away with it! He probably wouldn’t have to change tactics either, because lady Aemon (fuck it we’re calling her Aemma) likely still shares the same faith as Naerys in this au.

Tbf I’m only saying that because I like the idea that Aemma is still weirdly obsessed with Naerys, because I think incest psychological horror should work for any gender. Equality. But, Naerys again- as I’ve said before, likely wouldn’t get to live as a septa because she’s still a valuable political pawn if she doesn’t marry her brother- so they likely wouldn’t be as close as they are in canon.

And….. ngl I think the Blackfyre rebellions would still happen. Just because Aegon is married to a different sister (who he still hates btw) doesn’t mean he won’t be a sleazy bastard who has a dozen bastards. Aegon wouldn’t be different in this au, because the Blackfyre rebellions might’ve been scapegoated to Aemon and Naerys’ potential affair, but it was Aegon who started it by being a dipshit.

(Also, this is my little announcement for the day: I’m officially putting a cap on the genderswap questions. Y’all only get to ask these once a week now, because while I don’t mind answering them it gets annoying when that’s consistently most of the questions I’m answering. Ask me anything else I’m begging you!!!!)

[the-kipsabian]

just throwing together some misc alan wake 2 thoughts now that ive slept and had coffee after finishing the game. mostly talking end game, obviously spoilers

alice. alice intrigues me so much. that final stinger is incredible, for multiple reasons. that reveal following the series of photos of her seemingly killing herself is just.. yeah. i think that was not only her way of trying to getting back to alan, who she knew was trapped in the dark place at the bottom of the lake, but it was also to throw scratch off, to think that he won by tormenting her to her death. theres no light flickers in the background of that final video. she is free of scratch, but still clearly safe. maybe back in the dark place, but tbh im not sure if she ever actually escaped it in the first place. shes going to leave the place with alan. she has to, because they are each others rocks. they sink or swim together (it would also explain why she was able to contact saga while she was in the dark place)

speaking of saga, her mind place version of the dark place was just *chefs kiss*. it was an incredible, worked really well to demonstrate not only the power the dark place has on people, but also what kind of a character she really is. strong and independent, but so good to those around her. i really wish we got deeper into her friend and partnership with casey tbh, after hearing about his divorce (which, btw, loved the extremely casual drop about him and estevez just "bonding over their ex wives". amazing job remedy) and especially seeing the birthday photo in the mind place just. my heart. i really wish we got more casey in general, but i guess him being included in the story beats and echo visions as a hardboiled detective just needs to be enough. for now i say knowing full well im gonna dive super deep into fanfics when my brain fog lifts a little ough

my one big question was door. and maybe tim to that extent, considering the last page we read and we never fully got an explanation about doors involvement (im hoping ng+ explains this further?) but it refers to tim as his "unwilling disciple" - obviously tim was moved to the dark place against his will, but at the same time, why exactly and what is he doing? hes been trying to get out, to figure it out, he has a whole whiteboard of theories and yet. it all leads to door. and idk maybe i missed it somehow, but i never fully made that connection as to why and what doors game here is. which leaves me with questions for the next game/sequel/dlc. intriguing, but throwing that in last minute just felt kinda. idk remedy dont do this to me lmao

one thing im admittedly a bit disappointed about was them choosing to sacrifice alan for the ending. i mean i get it, at the point where we think alice is dead and saga makes it very clear that neither casey nor logan can be hurt and that they are both the heroes of the story, theres not much options left. like alan said, the horror story needs a victim. but also idk, i wish we could. have had a choice? multiple endings?? which i guess ng+ teased but we'll see. also it being left unanswered whether we were free from the darkness now or not, which i understand was intentional but idk im still a bit miffed about that one lol. logan not answering the phone. however saga did have a wedding ring on her finger (i did not observe this detail before so idk if it was just always there but it felt very significant in this scene as they didnt show her being lefthanded before so) which makes me think everything did get fixed, considering how badly david hated her during points in the story, so why would she still wear her wedding ring after all those years after what happened if this wasnt the good reality again. just saying

ALSO IM JUST SO GLAD CASEY IS ALIVE. STUPID BASTARD MAN I LOVE HIM SO

"its not a loop, its a spiral" has interesting implications, but i miss "its not a lake, its an ocean" tbh. i feel like that ending revelation held more power to it than this one, it just feels like a rehash for the sake of copying the original. like i get what they mean about this one (its not a constant changing loop, its a developing story moving forward that keeps expanding as it goes even tho it feels like its going in circles), but just as a saying it doesnt stand up to the original. thats all

the way, even if they are sharing a skin, alan and scratch are two different characters (im excluding zane from this equation for reasons as i dont think he was real [im fairly convinced it was scratch playing games with alan just pretending to be zane], but i wanna give special props to ilkka villi for his portrayal. immaculate job) and are written that way. the way they talk, the lines they have, there is a significant difference when you pay attention to it - i think its partially alans way of trying to dodge the blame and put it all on scratch, whereas scratch doesnt do that for himself, hes just trying to play into the emotional manipulation angle with the constant rush instead to get what he wants and to get people on his side and to trust him. which is a really good take, considering that hes using all common scammer tactics to try to fool people into giving him what he wants (also just god the transformation scene when this is revealed? permanently tattooed in my brain that was so goddamn good)

its also a very interesting take that the cult is actually the good guys. i also just love ilmos explanation for it; "what kind of a cult calls themselves a cult" like. yeah. yeah man you got a point there. but that being just a cover and a scare tactic to keep people safe? love that shit that was good (kinda high key mad we didnt get more of them after that. only that one last sad tv commercial, would have loved to give them a good ending too)

also the parallel of alan waking up from getting shot to the head vs earlier zane doing to same thing at the second meeting in the hotel. i havent stopped thinking about it tbh

just. a few thoughts. all in all idk i felt like the ending was missing something tbh. maybe i just missed something, but it feels like it was more of a setup for something in the future with everything than an ending to a full game and a sequel 13 years after the original. i have too many questions left, more than i entered into this mess with. that being said, absolutely loved the game itself, the story is insane and incredible, this has once again rewired the way my brain thinks about stories (plot board my beloved......), theres so much underneath the surface of a survival horror game that cant be explained, it needs to be experienced. there are sequences here that im unable to convey in words and feelings, you need to see them for yourself ("we sing" and the movie theater. iykyk)

just in general that cliffhanger like. why you do me like this remedy. why. i cant wait for 13 years for another sequel. goddamn

the ending tho, im. i dont know. in the first game we knew things were still kinda wrong, but it showed that everyone outside of alan seemingly got out of the things unscathed for the most part (i mean we lost nightingale, rose went kinda loopy, there were signs that not everything and everyone was right but for the most part the town and people in it were safe), but here we dont see any of it. the happy deerfest is nothing but scratch's illusion. so idk if im meant to believe that shooting alan was the fix and everything went back to normal, like normal normal before this man was pulled into the lake, or since he was still seemingly alive after that, are we still living in the happy deerfest illusion forever while the darkness spreads to the land outside of it? i have so many questions and this ending didnt answer a lot of them tbh lmao

theres so much here i cant fit here my brains still very rattled from all of this and i keep getting more questions the longer i think about it so im gonna leave it here. i'll probably see you later with more when ng+ and/or dlc releases, as hopefully those will explain more

10/10, absolutely my game of the year ngl

..one thing to leave you with. fuck the boss fights in this game lmao

[lost-act]

I don’t really know what to blog about because nothing eventful is happening other than a headache

Curiously speaking, I still don’t understand how tumblr works or how to get activity on here. Though I could as much say that I’ve ran my luck when it comes to ventures I really want to go through. I don’t really bother much with it because my writing is mere madness. Yet I hope someone out there can understand at my madness and laugh at it.

It’s pretty hard to comprehend things when your mind is stuck focusing on surviving rather than living. I really find that living part difficult because you’re so used to trying so hard to survive that living is like relearning everything all over again. It’s relatively hard as well if you’re so used to expecting the worst out of everything that looking at yourself you realize you’re a hot mess. Like— hot in a bad way not hot as in “damn bish you look slay today” (or something along those lines) and more of “damn bish you live like this?”

Look, when you have a mental breakdown after mass while still in church (btw that breakdown is NOT related to anything church related. I just ended up breaking down all of a sudden mostly because I do not have a stable and/or healthy support system) shit really gets to you. I don’t know how but at one moment you’re happy and next thing you know your entire week is a living nightmare. Yet again I don’t know how to explain it but best I could say is that my fingers are peeling and I am suffering intense hair loss despite not being in my 80s. Next thing you know your entire body hormones start being lil shits and then you realize how you hate being unwillingly subscribed to a natural biological occurrence that literally is another equivalence to flawed biological engineering made by G O D. None of this is delightful and I’d rather not be waking up to another fucking headache.

Huh…my fingers peeling has gotten worse. Lol I just looked at the situation of one of my thumbs and it looks like it’s screaming in horror. Me too, buddy, me too. I won’t lie, my fingers have never peeled this bad until the final semester of year 1. I mean— this…oddity has happened before but then it stopped for a couple of years and then came back to torment the hell out of me now. Maybe it’s dehydration but gods only know because those past few years I was not a hydrated plant at all.

I’ve also managed to finish my first zine so that’s that. I’ll probably make more zines in the future because they’re p fun to make. Though there’s one zine I’m making that I’m putting a lot of effort into because it involves birds and I can’t afford to fuck that one up. I’m not entirely sure if I can sell the photos I took of em considering I’m an amateur bird photographer, but maybe drawing them instead would be better because I really find the lil guys interesting.

Huh…would you look at that? Another idea for me to write. Is it definitely heavily referencing Honkai: Star Rail’s Sunday? Very much so because the lil shit grew on to me as a call out. Except I’m spiraling down into my own insanity and struggling to fly after being caged for so long.

Back to studying I guess…

[marshmallowprotection]

I saw your post on how Saeyoung likes Horror and now im just imagining after Saeran's AE Saeyoung and I just have like, a horror movie marathon night before Halloween bc I love horror movies and games but I couldn't bring myself to ask Saeran to watch/play with me when I know he doesn't enjoy it

So Saeran just gets a text that says "Having a Fright Night with Saeyoung! If you hear screaming I promise we're both okay, but I left sound cancelling headphones on the table if you dont want to listen. Btw, there's a tub of pumpkin spice ice cream in the freezer I thought you'd like to try. Love you!! <3 <3 <3"

And then barely half an hour later my scream echoes through the entire house bc Saeyoung poked my side during a suspenseful moment

That is exactly the energy that I am trying to go for. It just seems like he would enjoy doing that sort of thing. He enjoys tormenting other people so you might as well have fun with your brother-in-law at this point. Well, he's probably going to be having a lot more fun than you simply because he set up the moment where you were going to be completely terrified but maybe I digress. It's nice you can have nights where you get to enjoy stuff even if it means that you're getting terrorized.

Saeran is glad you get to bond with Saeyoung to make a meaningful friendship and Saeyoung is happy to see that the pure heart Saeran loves is actually an adrenaline junkie. Well, you had to survive that cult and their dad! You must not fear anything! Until he realizes it’s ghouls and monsters you fear, not actual warranted threats.

“Saeran, your spouse doesn’t fear God or Death, but they sure fear a monster in a fursuit!”

“Hey! No, I don’t!”

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

muslim anon again (final to you message btw)

i dont like how this is how you decided to talk to a muslim individual pouring their heart out to you. your opinions and how you expressed yourself is gross and im appalled by it. you say that an attack was deserved, yet youve acknowledged it multiple times via posts youve reblogged how islamaphobia and anti terrorism laws have ruined lives. how could you be okay with something happening, yet hate the effects of it? you even tell me that im right, yet you continue to explain the corruption of america without considering how im feeling. you clearly didnt consider anything ive said.

“yeah this attack thats killed many and traumatized anyone left alive TOTALLY isnt gonna worsen the bigoted views of others. in fact i think this attack was deserved. but anyways, i will say its sad how muslim people are effected by islamaphobia :((( anti terrorism laws are bad :(((“ you cant have it both ways. you cant support the attack that was used as fuel for bigots’ hatred for my people. how can you act like you care about our lives if you support the attack that was used against us. i cant even express my own religion to others without fear of being discriminated against

i literally poured my heart to you about the struggles of muslims, arabic speakers in general, and how the tsa racially profiles/discriminates (we all get seen as suicide bombing terrorists), and yet you just kept babbling on about how corrupt the government is about the oil and about politics? the only response you should have to a muslim individual speaking about islamophobia is “im sorry youve dealt with that. you dont deserve to have things like this happen to you.” and MAYBE if you had some braincells, youd say “hey maybe someone’s retaliation that was used as fuel for bigotry and constant warfare thats lead to deaths and torment of minorities shouldnt have happened.”

but no, you mansplained (i mean this in a gender neutral way) about how corrupt and bigoted america is to someone whos DIRECTLY effected by said bigotry and corruption. how can you consider yourself an ally to my people and i if this is how you talk to me? again i hate the government as much as you do, but the way you spoke to me is deplorable. id much rather listen to some idiotic edgy teen make a 9/11 joke for shock value than listen to you earnestly explain your abysmal opinions. you dont want to listen to minorities. you only want to listen to yourself, you fence sitter. do better.

Simply put: America can Deserve retaliation and then also use it to justify more horrors, because this country sucks in a predictable manner. What happened that was a tragedy, it was also justified. It was also used to justify a lot of shit that wasn't justified. All of these things can be true. It's like when a kid hits their bully back but they're the one that gets expelled. Did the kid deserve to hit their bully? Yes. Did it only cause more problems for them? Also yes.

Also I'm not gonna lose any sleep about one random Anon that says they are Muslim saying they disagree when I know Muslims personally that do agree. Even if I do give you the benefit of trust on this matter, which I do, No people is a monolith. Of course there are Muslims that would disagree with me. It'd be insane to claim otherwise. You are misinterpreting what I am saying.

Additionally even if you claim it's gender neutral don't ever say I'm mansplaining especially when I'm mostly agreeing with you.

[vvanini]

whats your favorite obscure hc about each of the losers?

Fucking perfect thank you

1- Mike he reads books or articles like “how to understand woman”, “why women like jerks”, not because he wants to woo woman or is a nice guy or anything but just because he thinks it’s interesting

I don’t think he’d date anyone

Gives great dating advice tho

Reads manga Likes Junji Ito

“The manga/book was better” kind of guy

I don’t know why but I feel like he’d be this ENTP-ish dude who likes to gather information about a lot of useless things and likes to debate He likes film and game theories Watches MatPat for sure

Also he likes The Walking Dead and… zombies in general

Also I’m sorry but he likes Quentin Tarantino and Wes Anderson

He likes grindhouse movies and appreciates the gory details but is chill about it Likes cinematography in general

Watches video essays about movies

2- Richie

Unlike Mike, Richie isn’t chill about gory details and whenever someone gags while watching a movie he goes “You think that’s disgusting??? Lmaoooo that’s nothing.”

He’d be the type of guy who brags about being immune to disturbing shit

Google searches include “top ten disturbing movies of all time” “scariest movies ever” “movies worse than a serbian film”

Still likes pink guy and thinks Joji is a genius

Unironically loves the song “I Love Sex” by Pink Guy and listens to it at least once everyday

Uses Discord a lot

Always starts studying on the last day

I think he’d like history

Not like Mike tho, he just likes textbook history and world wars etc

Plays Hearts of Iron and League of Legends

Also :) he likes to code

he is a Linux >>>>>>>>>> Windows kinda guy

Likes breaking bad

And Rick and Morty

Understands politics really well

His music taste is… anime opening songs

Evangelion especially

Likes science fiction books

Pretends to be a flat-earther/conservative/anti-vax for the meme

3- Ben

LIKES BACKSTREET BOYS

and boy bands in general

he is old school and still carries an mp3 around

Doesn’t use spotify, he illegally downloads songs like a champ :D

Likes story rich games

Especially RPG’s. He really likes Planescape Torment and Baldur’s Gate

Kinda lame about women, like he hears Jordan Peterson say something like “the eternal image of the divine feminine” or some shit like that and he goes “wow poetic. agreed”

Doesn’t read “How to woo women” books like Mike but thinks about it a lot that’s for sure

Likes Audrey Hepburn

And Steinbeck

Saves different versions of the same song to his mp3. “The Less I Know The Better but you’re crying in a bathroom” “The Less I Know The Better Slowed & Reverb Listen With Headphones” “The Less I Know The Better Nightcore”

Shares playlists with Eddie

ALWAYS. ALWAYS waits for the person who’s tying their shoes

He notices if someone is walking behind the group alone and walks back to accompany them

If no one laughs at your joke, he does

Bleached his hair once and regretted it immediately Writes poetry in his free time and makes Stan proofread it

Into psychology

Hands always in pockets

Probably owned lots of lego sets as a kid

People go to him for dating advice because he is seen as this “romantic guy”, I mean he is but he gives terrible dating advice

4-Stan

He likes geography

Literally knows all the flags in the world and all the capitals

Blindfold him and give him a country name, he can show you exactly where it is on the map

Also he plays those google earth games where you get a random location and try to find out which country you’re in/ or try to find the nearest airport

Also I feel like he’d like planes a lot

Idk he just likes things that fly lol. Birds, planes etc.

Likes to read classics

LOVES H. P. Lovecraft

carries little poetry books with him everywhere and reads them he’s so cute

Dark academia is his aesthetic

Can play the piano

Likes to read Ben’s poetry :D

Dark humor

His ringtone is Le Festin :)

Has an instagram account but never posts, just watches people’s stories

Very photogenic tho.

He’s a man of culture. He likes visiting aquariums and museums

Hates zoos tho, thinks it’s evil to cage animals

Also I don’t know how to explain it but… He just likes to decorate his place? Like to the clubhouse he’ll bring stuff he likes and just quietly claims a corner as his own and make it as comfortable as he can

Has...beautiful hands

you know how some people cut the cothing labels because it irritates the back of their neck? Stan does that with everything he buys

5- Eddie

Likes Backstreet Boys because of Ben

Replies to texts immediately. Communication and social interaction gives him serotonin

I have no idea why but I feel like he’d have an obsession with Tekken and his favourite character is Ling Xiayou

Big fan of classic playstation games. Loves Spyro, Crash Bandicoot and Ratchet and Clank

He likes wearing long sleeves under t shirts

Listens to emo music, stares out the window and imagines scenarios matching the song he’s listening to

He considers MCR to be emo btw. Loves G note memes

Likes astrology

Can’t watch horror movies, and gets teased by Richie about it

However he likes media that is presented as funky/funny/happy but is actually depressing/disturbing

He likes courtroom dramas

Wears sunglasses indoors for no reason

Probably likes fallout and metro games

Has a collection of finger skateboards

#weirdcore #oddcore #nostalgia #grunge

buys and wears random college sweatshirts

Hates and loves study groups, hates it in the sense that he can’t focus on anything and just wants to hang out and talk, loves it in the sense that he CAN hang out with his friends and talk

Romanticizes everything

6- Bill

Has lots of taurus energy and is sleepy all the time

Has major Leonardo DiCaprio in The Basketball Diaries vibes

Dresses effortlessly

And likes basketball lol.

He just has… boy energy. If that makes sense. Boy next door

Likes to draw his friends

posts his drawings on Instagram

Has lots of OC’s but doesn’t know they’re called OC’s, just refers to them as “this character I created”

He likes being praised a lot ngl

His taste in memes is very similar to Richie’s

You know how they put a random word on top of a random image and it doesn’t make sense at all. He laughs at things like that. Like Richie sends him something like this:

ME WHEN I WHEN

[image of monkey]

BOTTOM TEXT

and he thinks it’s funny and loses his shit im sorry

Like someone sends a picture of Keanu Reeves to the groupchat and texts “g” and he thinks it’s funny???? He sees a picture of a cow in the backrooms and starts choking

He memorized every line in Boneless Pizza and can quote it wihtout stuttering. Like he would be sitting alone talking to himself saying shit like “ya pizza. Watchu want. 2 liter machine broke we got one liter tho. fuck you mean B.”

Never answers calls? Doesn’t like talking on the phone. He just has “Don’t fucking call me when you can text!!” energy

phone is always on silent mode

doesn’t do anything but attracts people anyway

7- Bev

Likes musicals

Theatre kid

Chews gum a lot

And swallows them :(

Likes cottagecore

Buys notebooks with cute covers but can never fill them so she just gives them to bill who turns them into sketchbooks

I think she’d give advice or reaussure people in a way that sounds kinda rude but isn’t really? Like she tells it like it is. Blunt

Likes Avatar The Last Airbender

Sense of humor is:

[Picutre of the fox from Zootopia]

why is he hot help 😭😭😭

wears baggy clothing + long skirts

[seijorhi]

asks :))

what i have learned today is that y’all wanna get fucked by some monsters...

What does nostos mean? What language is it in? 🤔 also I of course loved it, mind blown as usual queen

it’s ancient greek! it means homecoming, the idea of a triumphant return home for the hero after a long journey. i found it through looking at the root of nostalgia. in this fic of course it’s kind of a grim tongue in cheek play on it. the reader’s coming back to the mountains, but she’s running away after a bad breakup, and the welcome she gets is... shall we say less than ideal haha

Just read nostos-

First of all as a person who reads monster shit- hell ya. Mhm. That’s some good shit right there. That was DELICIOUS horror. It actually had me a bit nervous and afraid to read what was gonna happen next 😳

Secondly- omg I wanna know what happened next (at the end) 👀 know what I mean??? 😼

ANYWAY AS ALWAYS you never disappoint and your writing is fantastic (if/when you write horror yandere stuff again I’ll be there- frothing at the mouth. A+++++ work ILY💖)

you want me to write the monster porn, just say it bby ghfjdkshgfjkd but ty

Omfg that fic was so good!

Did the readers mom know about monster kuroo?? Or was she just worried because of the previous murder? And did Kuroo somehow manipulate reader into coming back to the forest or was it just a big coincidence? (👁👄👁 there's no such thing as a coincidence)

Looking forward to your future work <3

ty nonnie!! i didn’t have the right space for it, but after kohsuke was ripped apart and eaten kuroo stayed by the reader’s side until late in the night, only disappearing when he heard the reader’s parents/search party approaching. they found her lying in pools of blood (and scattered half eaten body parts), shaking and unresponsive – they knew no animal could’ve done something like that. so they knew something lurked in those woods, but considering the reader had repressed the memories, her mom couldn’t just come out and say it <33

You are an AMAZING horror writer!!!

The uneasiness I got from the conversations with the mom is just *chefs kiss*

A+++++

ahh thank you!! horror is such a hard genre to write because i’m never sure if the suspense and everything’s gonna hit right haha

I read Nostos before going to sleep last night and at the time I was like “sure hope this doesn’t give me nightmares” and thankfully it didn’t lol. But I think I’m willing to take that chance again because it’s so GOOD and I think I’m just going to have to relive it – @ohno-otome

fhdjgbfhjkdfn i’m glad it didn’t give you nightmares bby!! but i also appreciate that haha, i’m an absolute wimp with scary movies and stuff but i just can’t stop watching them haha

I just wanna say that I was listening to "You're a psychotic villain playlist" on youtube while reading Kuroo's oneshot and I can't explain the emotions I felt, but I'd let Kuroo do things to me asdfghjkl – @itishebihime-samaforyou

ooh nice! sometimes the right playlist makes things doubly as fun haha

OH MY GOD!?!?! Nostos was soooo GOOD?!?!? Like it was so creepy (but in a good way), and scary and suspenseful!! And the ending!?!? Omggg honestly one my fav fics from you!! You did my mans Kuroo justice 🥺💖💕

TYYYYYYY i was genuinely concerned i was gonna scare everybody off haha

Ah! The new fic! Chiefs kiss! Magnificent! Bravo!🧚‍♀️✨🧞‍♀️🦖🦭🌹💫

tysm nonnie!!! <33

i’m pretty sure i’m in the same/similar timezone as you? and i do be staying up late to be one of the first to read your fics (i usually stay up late anyways). so imagine my surprise when i see you post in the afternoon. in conclusion, whether you post to align with your european and american readers’ timezone, my gmt+10 arse will still be one of the first to read your fics. also nostos sjdufigyyjf i have to admit, i recently just found out about monster fucking and nostos scratched the itch😫 i feel bad for kohsuke though

bby i always post at like 2-4 in the morning please get some sleep!! the fics will be there in the morning lmao. i kinda low key forget about my aussie/gmt+10 followers because i think there’s like... 3 of you haha

Honestly if i could give u a dollar everytime i got off to your fics, you'd probably be rich by now

lmao the idea that people find my fics hot enough to get off to still blows my mind lol

your newest kuroo fic was so SO good!! its totally okay if you dont want to answer this so you can keep things ambiguous but is monster kuroo planning on killing the reader after he's...done with them

thank you, bby!! but no, monster kuroo isn’t gonna eat her – he’s had plenty of chances to do that if that’s what he wanted, but he has other plans for the poor reader

RHI, I WANT TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM OKAY WITH MORE MONSTER FUCKING IN THE FUTURE. i also want to say im not a monster fucker, but that just feels like a lie at this point. okay, now that that's off my chest, i love it. the mystery, the connections of kuroo to a cat. kuroo's probably gonna go and batter around his prey once they're under his grip like my cat does. hopefully the reader will come out somewhat unscathed, if they are ever allowed to leave 😌 love this, love how different it is, the way kuroo just tries to weasel in. very monster and yandere vibes, very you. have i said i love this yet?? id willingly let him get me drunk on his cock, maybe never leave the peace of the mountains again

‘i want to say that i’m not a monster fucker’ bby the denial will get you nowhere haha. just lean in and embrace it hgfjkdlkfgjnkdl ahh but thank you this is such a sweet ask ILY!!!

Omg omg the monster thing kuroo was in ur latest fic is so familiar to me abdhdmfnjfjf. I remember being told abt a monster with VERY SIMILAR characteristics to it (aka the not being able to go inside a house unless invited and using fire to lure ppl out) AND JFC IT TERRIFIED ME. Esp how when i told ppl around me and they didnt recognize what it was, but it was somehow known to the kid that told me abt it.

(Some ppl thought it was familiar but still didnt know what it was)

Do u know what im talking abt? Hopefully u do

-🥚

GHFJDK so the monster in this is kind of based off the nekomata spirit in japanese folklore - they can appear like people, torment victims by reanimating the corpses of their loved ones, they’ve been blamed for forest fires, so it was just fun to use that as a basis and then go buck wild haha. anyway thanks for the ask bby!

Rest In Peace Kohsuke, you would’ve loved Haikyuu season 5😔✊– @joyvstheworld

poor kohsuke deserved better, i’m just mean to the oc’s i throw into fics haha

Monsterfucking ❤❤❤❤❤❤ a little annoyed you're making me simp for yan Kuroo though (a vibe tho tbh). You're so extremely talented!!!! &

This is probably a stupid question, but how did Kageyama react when he couldn't find y/n? How is life with yan Suga? I imagine probably awful BUT yknow maybe the stockholm syndrome set in fast lmao. Sorry, I'm going on a binge reading your stuff. - @oracleofdin

i will not apologise for making you simp for kuroo he deserves it the man’s a snacc. and as far as your second question, suga’s a very caring, very smothering kinda yandere, so i guess in some ways it’s better than what the reader had with kageyama but... pick your poison haha

That was so good. I’m so shook rn I can’t comprehend anything but how good that was and how good a writer you are

TYSM NONNIE!!! <33

Ok, so, I just read Final Girl and the lil' ticket addition to it and just---

Well, ok I've been playing Dead by Daylight a lot lately? And I'm just picturing Tetsu as the newest killer "The Trickster" and I'm positively RANDY.

Your writing is ALREADY thirst inducing and just as satisfying, but this has SENT ME- If you're not familiar, please...

https://youtu.be/iowkiPobYYQ

Understand my thirst. (I'd also like to clarify, I use a different skin for him that gives him black hair and he looks like Kuroo with an undercut.)

~ @the-casual-hedonist 🌸

i love how feral y’all got for final girl kuroo. like bo and akaashi had his fans, but i put a spiked bat in kuroo’s hands and y’all lost your goddamn minds and i love to see it. fghdjkvhfjdkls thanks for the ask bby

idk why but I love preggo reader as long as I don't pretend it's me 😢✋ I hate babies n pregnancy anywhere else other than horny haikyuu fics

i think that’s a valid thing for a lot of fans. the idea of breeding is sexy, the actual getting pregnant and having a kid thing... not so much. but especially with non-con scenario’s, it’s more about the aspect on control than the actual desire to have kids. but yeah, i feel you

Sorry to bother but uh was just wondering in fracture did Osamu kill his wife or was it actually an “unfortunate event” ? Love your work btw!!

he most certainly did :))

LMFAO RHI i totally get not liking cheating/infidelity fics (towards reader) bc IT HIRTS ME SO BAD I CANNOT HANDLE THOSE.

id be reading fics those fics like: tf you mean my yandere aimt gonna baby me and only want me??🤨🤨🤨⁉️‼️

EXACTLY! listen i get that it’s a fucked up fantasy, but in my fucked up fantasy you damn well better have the decency to be loyal smh

Finders keepers is the most beautiful thing I've read by you: I read it twice like I normally do and here's what I figured out the second time (that's when I analyze it and find the little tidbits of things that are much darker than they appear (: )

To start I LOVE THE DETAILS OF THEM NEVER TEACHING READER ANYTHING- at first I assumed "oh they might see her as a little sister or child or something" but realized thAT WAS THE ISSUE!! they infantilize her and isolate her from everyone but her group. the small details like that are what make the story amazing 😎💅

ahh thank you so much, nonnie!! pls this is making me soft 🥺

I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your writing and I hope you're doing well!!! Drink plenty of water and keep up the amazing work :) but seriously you're one of the best fanfic writers I've seen on tumblr! I read your "Imitation" piece about kuroo and i keep coming back to it, it's so good! I did want to ask if you think it'd be possible for the reader to ever escape with the baby (or at least attempt to). Or if Kenma would "help" at all just to put an end to kuroo's antics lmao

kenma would in no way help the reader, and tbh by that point if kuroo did get her pregnant, she’d be far too emotionally dependant on him to actually even want to leave, but thanks for the ask!

You know who I think would be a perfect Yandere in the JJK world? Choso.

🚨Spoilers Ahead🚨

After being locked in a glass jar for however long he was, and all that happened with his brothers, I feel like he would absolutely never let his darling out of his sight. He would be possessive. Obsessive. And Oh So delusional. Sure he’d be your anything - he truly is a softy - but to what end?🤤

choso would make an excellent yandere, ngl 😌

what au/troupe of your fav character(s) that you have written do you like the most?

(rlly hope this makes sense🙏)

i am always a slut for soulmate au’s :))

[shiplessoceans]

I've never seen 'Scream' or any of its sequels and it is halloween and yeah let's do it. Live blog below:

-Drew Barrymore so dumb you could have done 50 things different to not die, far out lady

- Skeet Ulrich looks like Johnny Depp and sounds like Rami Malek. Insert love child theories here.

-i'm suspicious of Billy. Why is "Don't fear the reaper" playing while they make out?

-Courtney Cox's hair....that's all.

-Neve Campbell so beautiful, had such a crush on her character in The Craft.

-HENRY WINKLER? Holy crap the cast on this is amazing.

-...did Matthew Lillard just gatekeep murder? "It would take a man to do that"

-It says a lot that it's hard to differentiate teenage boys dialogue about gutting people or a murderer bragging about their sociopath accomplishments. Masculinity. It's a hell of a drug. Eh so far they both have alibis.

-OK, I like that they know that you are expecting a jumpscare and then it doesn't happen.

-ohhh what? Her mum? That's horrible:(

-OK...the caller sounds just like her boyfriend....

-Yaaas Sydney, drag those tropes

-I simply would not have gone out there.

-OK but how can they see through the mask?

-"the stupid girl runs upstairs" SYDNEY WTF

- OK so it's not Billy. Unless he's working with someone else.

-Billy is a trash human. Full stop.

- It's Stu and Billy isn't it. He had no reason to defend him in the video store like that. He has every reason to suspect him same as everyone and he stood up for him. Also they were making weird eye contact while teasing the video store guy. Like they were really enjoying tormenting someone.

-Wait, Sydney's dad? Nah. Don't buy it. I reckon the dads dead and they are using his phone.

-A house party? It's like these teens are trying to die.

-oh dear sweet Dewey.

-The only person we haven't seen at the party is Billy so I guess he's the one in the killer costume this time. They must be taking turns.

-Guys is it gay to have your bro kill your girlfriend.

- oh honey not the doggy door.

-Why wouldn't you just stand up and pull your head back out if the door...she wasn't stuck? *sigh*

- I liked Tatum. Humph.

- Gail's hair has changed colour like 3 times I swear to God

- Oh and look who just turned up now they the murder is done.

- OMG DO NOT SLEEP WITH HIM NOW WTF.

-"It's all one great big movie" ok so we are definitely meant to know that it's him then.

-I mean maybe it's a fake out. It's definitely not the cop.

-Omg the horror movie rules, amazing!

-Stu is not looking for Tatum when she went to get him beer so yep. I'm convinced.

-The dubbing on Gail's "Be right back" is so bad lol

-Nice try movie, it's not Dewey.

-"Here comes the obligatory tit shot!" OK I love a self aware movie.

- Oh shit I forgot about the principal!

- Dewey and Gail? I ship it.

- I still don't think it's her dad. I reckon he's dead. The killer/s could have taken his car.

-Finally Sydney is waking up.

-OH WHAT? BILLY??? I WAS SURE IT WAS HIM!

-Run Syd! RUN!

-Omg Tatum... I forgot about her.

-Randy narrating his own murder like "turn around!" Phew he got away.

-OH NO NOT FRANK!

-This is so well done btw. I'm loving this.

-If Dewey dies I riot.

-Did Gail just die? God what a clusterfuck.

-Dewey no!

-It's definitely Stu in the costume I just don't know why. Hard to hide how tall he is.

-BILLYS ALIVE!

-Oh I wouldn't give him the gun.

-I FUCKING KNEW IT!

-omg they killed her mother. What in the fuck.

-so they like to impale each other. Uh huh...

-"My mum and dad are gonna be so mad at me!" ROFLCOPTER

-omg can these guys die already.

-"Not in my movie" ICONIC.

OK that was awesome. 10/10 ghostfaces. Keen for the sequel.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

An Explanation of Why Louis and Violet are Both Terrific Love Interests [4/5]

+Why both romantic routes are not only amazing but better than other games I’ve personally played in the past.

+Why some people are idiots and get off on picking stupid fights.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

[catherine and unlikable love interests/love triangles]

I would rather hop onto a rocket and travel through outer space alone than date either of you- full offense.

Catherine is a game that... exists. 

Catherine came out in 2011 and follows Vincent Brooks, a man who is tormented by supernatural nightmares while torn between his longtime girlfriend Katherine and a girl who is the embodiment of his dream girl, Catherine.

That’s not confusing, right?

Basically, it’s a romantic-horror-puzzle game where you gotta beat sheep at puzzles in your dreams because if you die in the dream, you die in real life, and you also have to decide which K/Catherine you want while simultaneously cheating on both of them because you're actually dating them both in secret. 

Now, you might be wondering why I would add a game like this and how I could possibly compare it to TWDG. 

Well, there’s a simple answer to that, but first, let me introduce you to Vincent and both the K/Catherines.

Vincent is an idiot and not very likable. He makes dumb choices and does dumb things, and a lot of times, it’s hard to feel sorry for him. Of course, him being the playable character, you can make him better or worse than this, to which he does get a lot better [and yet somehow more infuriating] as the game goes on. 

Love Interest #1: Katherine

Katherine went to high school with Vincent and they eventually started dating later in life. She’s pretty much the polar opposite of Vincent, and she really, really wants to get married. Like... that’s the whole thing with Katherine: She wants to marry Vincent. 

But, oh no, Vincent doesn’t want to marry her because he’s afraid of commitment and anything adult-related and this irritates her, and that’s fair. 

But then suddenly she’s pregnant and that does nothing but make Vincent freak the fuck out. But then suddenly she’s not pregnant...? I dunno, that part always confused me. 

Overall, Katherine’s alright, but honestly, she’s not my cup of tea. I don’t really remember much about her from when I played the game except that she’s really persistent about marriage even though Vincent obviously isn’t mature enough or committed to her. 

Then we’ve got Catherine who is.... oooof. 

Love Interest #2: Catherine

Catherine’s some girl that Vincent meets when he gets drunk at a bar and ends up having a longtime affair with her over the course of the game. This Catherine is everything that Vincent wants in a girl, and he even says so himself, however, he can’t remember the time that he spends with her because, spoiler alert, she’s actually a succubus sent to seduce him. 

She’s immature, giggly, seductive, and kind of annoying and a little crazy, not gonna lie. She’s also my least favorite of the two. 

Those are your choices.

Now, your endings based on who you go with...

If Vincent goes with Catherine’s route and ditches Katherine, he literally becomes the King of Hell. 

I’m not even kidding. 

If you get the good Katherine ending, Vincent and Katherine get married and everything’s sunshine and rainbows, but in the good Catherine ending, he overthrows the current King of Hell and takes the throne with Catherine as his queen. 

Those are your endings. 

Sure, why not?

Now that I’ve told you a little bit about each of the girls and the outcomes of dating them, let me give you my simple answer to the question you may or may not have asked: 

Both of them are unlikeable and I didn’t want to romance either of them. 

That is a big problem in a game that is centered around Vincent growing up and deciding which girl he wants to be with and how that’ll affect the rest of his life!

Another big problem with these two girls and the story is the trope that makes all our eyes roll: Love Triangle.

Now, you might be wondering, “Well... CJ, aren’t all games that present two potential romances considered a love triangle?”

Great question. I believe that there are two types of love triangles: Tolerable and Insufferable. 

When I think of an insufferable love triangle, I think of Character A falling in love with both Character’s B and C, then proceeding to selfishly drag both along because they can’t decide which one they like better for the sake of adding conflict and drama to the plot. 

In Life is Strange, you can totally smooch both Chloe and Warren, but Warren is so forgettable that it feels like Max is just trying to see if she does actually like boys rather than “Oh man, do I like Chloe or Warren more? I can’t decide!” when she 100% decides on Chloe. This is tolerable because it doesn’t matter. 

In Persona 4, you can be a dingdong and date all of the girls [but not Yosuke because Atlus gets off on making me cry] in secret but then you get fucked over on Valentine’s day when you have to break each of the girls’ hearts because you can’t spend time with all of them without being found out as the world’s biggest cheater. That’s not a love triangle, that’s just the protagonist being a huge, cheating ho. 

In ANF, the love triangle is insufferable with David and Javi “fighting” for Kate’s affection and it sucks, as I’ve stated previously

In King’s Quest, they actually gave us a breath of fresh air: Regardless of who you choose, the other will be 100% supportive. If you romance Vee, Neese goes on to say how cute Vee and Graham are. There is no jealousy, there is no Graham being an idiot because he can’t decide which girl he likes better so he tries to romance them both. It’s more like he’s trying to get to know both of them and see which girl he connects with more. Tolerable love triangle. 

But in Catherine, that’s the story: Vincent can’t decide if he should stay with Katherine or pursue a new relationship with Catherine, so he continues to date both of them and be a big cheater. He eventually figures his shit out towards the end of the game based on your choices, but it’s still infuriating to watch him fuck things up more rather than coming clean to one of them and ending it. INSUFFERABLE. LOVE. TRIANGLE.

In TFS, this isn’t an issue because it’s tolerable. You can consider everything with Louis and Violet a love triangle because they both hold feelings for Clementine, but the difference is that Clementine can’t date both of them and then drag them through the mud with her stupid indecisiveness, which results in unnecessary drama and both of them being heartbroken. Alongside that, Louis and Violet won’t hate Clem or each other for her decision.

It’s similar to King’s Quest where Clementine takes the opportunities presented to her to get to know them both before pursuing the one she feels more fond of and wants to romance. 

Louis and Violet don’t get jealous, bitter, pouty, traitorous, or mean if you don’t pick them. I imagine they’re a little bummed because they really did like Clem, but it says a lot about their characters that they don’t lash out at Clementine and/or the one she’s dating. 

I mean, can you imagine?

When you break things off with Catherine, everything seems to go smooth until she runs to the bathrooms and then proceeds to beat the shit out of Vincent. 

Which yeah, he’s an idiot and you’re actually a succubus from Hell but damn! 

As for the other Katherine, she shows up and breaks up with Vincent like “Oh yeah btw I’m not actually pregnant so.... goodbye, have a nice life.”

So, at least she has a little more chill.

But I still don’t like her and that’s an issue! 

Do you want to know what my canon ending is for this game? The one where Vincent says fuck it and goes to outer space. He defeats the sheep dream demons, decides marriage isn’t for him, bets on a wrestling match, wins, and goes to fucking outer space. 

I decided that being alone in outer space was a better ending than being happily married to Katherine or becoming the King of Hell with Catherine. 

Because when it finally came for the game to end and I got one of the okay Katherine endings, I was so sick of both of them. I didn’t want to be with either of them, I wanted Vincent to be single. 

Can you IMAGINE feeling that way while playing TFS?

That was never an issue with Louis and Violet. 

I love them both, and I had no qualms with choosing an ending with Louis. 

Another thing that I do want to point out is, yes, I understand that the space ending is Vincent freeing himself and doing something he wants for once and that’s apart of his growth as a character. 

I also think that TFS did the whole “Main Protagonist doesn’t want romance so they don’t pursue it” perfectly and Louis and Violet are still amazing in that route, which I can’t really say the same for either of the K/Catherine’s. 

In conclusion: Louis and Violet are some of the most lovable love interests I’ve ever encountered in a game and while their respective endings weren’t perfect, they could’ve been a lot worse. 

Continued in Part 5

[werevulvi]

Writing this text led me to several important realisations, suddenly crying my heart out, and then feeling a lot better. So I felt it’s important to post. Also I’ve got a question towards the end, for anyone who knows how to use tumblr better than I do. Sudden internalised lesbophobia thought of today, me to myself: "Even if there was a cure for homosexuality, I would never want it..." "...wait... I said 'cure' didn't I?" "Oh, shit. Well if that ain't a freudian slip, I don't know what possibly could be."

That's... my doubled-sided coin in a nut shell. Trapped in one single sentence. I don't actually want for my sexuality to change, even if that was possible (which was what I thought I meant to say), cause I'm happier with other women than I could ever even imagine being with men let alone was, like really a hell of a lot happier with women and I want to nurture and savour that, and I live in one of the most pro-lgbt countries in the world... but I'm still struggling to view it in a fully healthy light. My dumb brain still whispers that it goes against nature, that it's somehow sick. Why do I care? Sitting by a computer obviously goes against nature too, and praying to Satan while wearing a hooded black robe in a dark candle lit room at midnight is often considered "sick" by some people too, and kinda for the same dumb reasons (meaning a harmless something that just goes against people’s personal beliefs), but apparently I have no moral quarrels with those sort of activities. But clearly my women-loving activities, whether romantic or sexual, keep grinding my gears.

Like... maybe that's also intrusive thoughts? Aside from my "regular" sexual intrusive thoughts, I mean. Cause really what else is up with those random "voices" whispering homophobic shit to me? Of course they're intrusive thoughts. I can't believe I didn't realise that before. I'm such an idiot! Oh well, better late than never, here we go again *pats my own shoulder*

However, I had a good conversation today with an acquaintance who might become a friend. He's a gay man, somewhere in his late 40's, very sweet, humble yet straight-forward and kinda blunt, and talks really a lot. He hosts "rainbow cafe" events in the only city on this small island around once or twice a month, which is casual gathering for lgbt people and allies. Sometimes, it's just me and him, because no one else attended. As was last evening, just he and I, and we ended up talking about everything from David Bowie to homophobia in muslim countries, and from to "Will and Grace" to his ex/on-off boyfriend and my girlfriend. I always love hearing him talk of his ex boyfriend. They seem worlds apart yet very understanding and caring of each other, and casually bickering like they've known each other forever. It's clear to me that they're still very good friends. It was perhaps a seemingly simple, just friendly conversation, but it felt so good. Like... just fucking finally having a normal conversation with another gay person about gay stuff irl. I don't know why but that makes me cry right now. Fuck, I just need to feel normal and not just be told that I'm normal. Cause there is a big difference. And during that conversation with him I felt normal. He didn't say it, not even once, but he made me feel normal by simply treating me as if I was. That's it... that clicked something within me. I don't cry often, so when I end up bawling like that... I KNOW it's important. Cause it only happens that I cry when a feeling is so strong I can't possibly bottle it. Instead it explodes. Now I feel a hell of a lot better... wow, that was cleansing! Also I finally managed to tell him about my detransition, which I had not been able to muster before, and then I've met him during those kind of cafe events some 5-10 times by now for a whole year. But now it was easy. I felt considerably more confident than ever, which made me far more conversational than I've been in a long time, and his reaction to that was... he seemed unphased.

Not shocked, not clenching his gut in discomfort at the thought of the horror I must be going through. He seemed to understand it's a difficult process, but didn't make a big deal out of it. In that sense too, he made me feel normal. It's not about me being normal, just feeling it. If even just for rare moments here and there. I've... never felt that way before. That's definitely worth crying over, and it's entirely connected to my internalised lesbophobia. Cause I think with my lesbian discovery, so soon after my detransition, it felt like insult to injury. Like I'll never be a normal woman at any point, no matter how far I detransition, cause I'll always be a lesbian woman. And I think that's the thorn that I didn't even know I had in my side, until it was forcibly pulled out. I no longer doubt I'm a lesbian. I haven't for the past few months. I haven't felt a single doubt about it since my girlfriend and I first got physical, and I mean it. I've felt and known sincere certainty about my sexuality ever since. Not just that I love her, and am very attracted to her, but that I just can't possibly feel that sorta thing towards any male. No man could ever make me wet by just kissing me, but she can. And I know why. It's as clear as the sun is bright. I think unfortunately though... the more sure I get that I really am a lesbian, through and through, the more scared of it I become. It's as if the more sure of it I become, the more inevitable it feels. Question is, why do I treat my homosexuality as some kind of inevitable doom? I read too much crap. No doubt that all the gut-wrenching homophobia that keeps popping up in my tumblr feed is getting to me, feeding my fantasies of corrective rape and drilling thoughts of it being "unnatural" and "wrong" into my already fragile and tormented skull. If only I could filter blog contents somehow without unfollowing or blocking anyone. Cause I want to read some 90% of the content of the radfem blogs I follow, but fuck it whenever I get face fucked with another post of absolutely vicious homophobia (especially when targetting lesbians specifically) I lose my ability to distance myself and I feel like utter and absolute shit. It sucks my ptsd-brain into a vacuum of impending darkness. I get (extra) vulgar when I'm upset. Sorry not sorry, it's a coping mechanism. Trust me, it lightens my mood, and that's the purpose of it.

Or in simpler language: I get a little triggered. Or like... badly triggered, but pushing it aside, pretending everything is fine and dandy, but my insides keep screaming and tossing about.

And I can't keep exposing myself to that, just hoping I'll get desensitised soon enough. I guess tumblr has some kind of function to filter out tags that I could try, but then you guys and gyns don't exactly always tag your shit. Sure it's good to expose homophobes' bigotry so more people will know about, absolutely. But I don't need any more exposure of that, thank you I've had enough. So oh well, oh well. Maybe I could create a second account for following blogs I know are crammed with such nasty shit I can't possibly avoid without making too big of a sacrifice, and keep my main blog clean from that, but means unfortunately unfollowing a lot. Which I don't wanna. Also I really don't have the spoons to create a second account and filter through all the 500 or so blogs that I follow. I just simply don't.

I don't fucking know. But that crap is really, really getting to me and I know I need to take some distance from all the horrid homophobia in the world, or at least a damn break from it. ~Cause I've got a feeling~ ~that it's stunting my healing~ I'm in such a strange mood tonight. My dark humour is coming to my defense. It's late, I need to sleep but I'm hyperactive due to being over-tired. Cause sometimes my brain just does the opposite to what it’s supposed to. It needs me to finish this first. But anyhows. If anyone's got any advice on how to avoid specific(-ally nasty) tumblr content without unfollowing (people who don't fucking tag their nasty posts), that'd be great. Desk top, not app, btw. I mean especially the endlessly big posts of more and more people adding cited quotes from TRA's such as "lesbians who don't like dick should be raped by girl dick, killed, gutted, turned into sex slaves, forcibly impregnated, yadda yadda" you know the drill. And oh it drills... If in any case a clarification was necessary.

[parkkate]

Game on

@phanisinsidemyskin & @cuppa-tea-eh Thank you guys so much for sending me these prompts! 💙 I hope you don’t mind me combining them. I know I always say that, but this time I’m very sure this is so far from what you had in mind (Draco doesn’t get drunk btw, sorry!). Hell, it’s not what I had in mind at first, either! But after several attempts, I wrote this today and... yeah... :D Again, thank you!! 💙

“This is a really bad idea,” Harry muttered as he downed the potion in one gulp.

“Relax, the effect will wear off in about half an hour,” Blaise said dismissively. He started snickering, along with the rest of the eighth years in the common room, as Harry felt a strange tingle go through his body.

“Is it working?” he asked, warily.

“See for yourself,” Pansy cackled. She waved her wand, summoning a mirror. Harry’s eyes widened as he looked at his reflection. His skin was wrinkled, his hair was white, as was his… beard? Merlin, he almost looked like… well, him. Or maybe Dumbledore.

“Well, now we know that whoever ends up with Potter, will have that to look forward to,” Theo wheezed. Harry scowled at him, but he couldn’t keep the corners of his mouth from twitching. He still thought this was a very bad idea; he had protested when the Slytherin girls had waltzed into the common room, their arms full of potions they had nicked from Slughorn’s storage room and had suggested they ‘have a little fun with it’. Playing with Slytherin’s never ended well. Hermione was already knocked out on the floor, thanks to the Sleeping Potion.

“Who’s next? Pansy!”

Without hesitation, she stuck her hand into the velvet bag, containing the potions. Everyone waited in anticipation as she pulled one out and scanned the label.

“Ew, it’s Polyjuice Potion,” she said, screwing up her face.

“Excellent,” Seamus said, clapping his hands. “Now we just have to decide who you’re going to turn into.”

“I vote Goyle,” Ron said, snickering. Dean nudged him in approval. Pansy shot them a deathly glare. “What, he’s not playing, anyway,” Ron shrugged.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Blaise smirked. He walked over to the sofa where Goyle had fallen asleep and plucked several hairs from his head. Everyone started laughing when Goyle merely grunted and turned over in his sleep.

“Bottoms up,” Blaise grinned as he dropped the hairs into the potion. With a tortured expression, Pansy tipped back her head and immediately started gagging.

Even though Harry thought it served her right, he knew from first hand experience how disgusting that stuff was. Especially with the essence of Goyle.

The whole room erupted in cheers as Pansy’s body transformed, which consequently lead to her blouse and her skirt ripping.

“From now on, we shall call you Pansoyle,” Blaise declared with a flourish.

“Shut up,” Pansy snapped. “Weasley,” she growled, “you’re next.”

Looking a bit paler than usual, Ron blindly picked a potion and frowned.

“Babbling Beverage,” he muttered.

“That could be interesting,” Theo said.

Shooting Harry a nervous glance, Ron emptied the little vial.

“Merlin, that tastes… huh, it’s actually not that bad. Tastes a bit like licorice wands. Man, I would kill for a licorice wand right now. Hermione never lets me have any candy. She says it’s bad for my teeth. But I keep telling her, if I’m not getting any candy, she can beg for my licorice wand all she wants. What? What is it?”

Everyone stared at his confused expression, before they burst out laughing.

“Merlin, this was the best idea ever,” Theo roared.

“Oh, you want to know what was the best idea ever?” Ron continued. “When I got Hermione that book about all different kinds of sex positions and she—”

“Ron,” Harry yelled, lunging forward. “Mate, I think you should shut up now, or Hermione will kill you when she wakes up.” Ron frowned as Harry kept pressing his hand against his mouth. “Trust me. Just… shut up, okay?”

“I can’t,” Ron mumbled against Harry’s hand.

“Okay, just… try not to talk about your sex life, okay?” He slowly removed his hand from Ron’s mouth, watching him carefully.

“Oh man, your beard is really soft,” Ron said, twisting a finger into the white strands. “Is your hair that soft everywhere? I know the beard isn’t real, I mean, technically it’s not real, and I’ve seen you naked before, but—” Harry clapped his hand back onto Ron’s mouth, his eyes wide in horror.

“How about a quick Silencio? Anyone?” he asked, turning to the others.

“And where would be the fun in that?” Pansy… Goyle… Pansoyle grinned. Of course. Harry sighed and watched as Malfoy pulled a vial out of the bag.

“What is it?” Theo asked.

“A Beautification Potion,” Malfoy said, sounding bored.

“Right, so basically, Malfoy will look exactly the same,” Harry muttered.

Several heads turned to him, some of them, mainly the Slytherins, smirking. Oops.

“I meant—”

“We know what you meant,” Pansoyle said, his… her smirk widening.

Everyone stayed silent while Malfoy drank the potion, but, in the end, it was very anticlimactic. Harry had been right. He looked absolutely the same. Of course he did. He was beautiful. There wasn’t really any room for improvement.

“Seems like Potter was right. There’s a first time for everything,” Malfoy drawled. “Well, true beauty can’t be enhanced.”

His personality on the other hand…

“Harry, it’s your turn again,” Dean said, holding out the velvet bag to him.

“What? Again?”

“Come on, don’t be shy,” Blaise grinned.

“But… but I’ve still got the Ageing Potion in my system. How do we know it’s safe to take another potion?”

“We don’t,” Theo shrugged.

“Don’t tell me your chickening out, Potter,” Malfoy sneered. That git! Even though they had become somewhat friendly since the start of term, Malfoy apparently still got off on making Harry’s life a living hell.

Defiantly, he thrust his hand into the bag and started rummaging. Whatever he’d pull out of the bag couldn’t— Fuck. It was Veritaserum.

The whole room went “Oooooh!” when they saw the label on the vial.

“Oh, Harry, you really shouldn’t drink that. What if you tell everyone about—”

“RON,” Harry bellowed. Hoping nobody would notice, he quickly cast a Silencio. Good thing he had made progress on nonverbal spells.

“Well, that’s the point, Weasley, isn’t it? Okay, here’s how we’re going to do this,” Pansoyle said, as if she had been waiting for someone to pull out the Veritaserum. “We each get to ask you a question.”

“What? That’s not fair,” Harry protested.

“Nobody said anything about fair, Potter,” Pansoyle smirked.

“Absolutely not,” Harry said.

“How about this,” Blaise chipped in. “The person who asks you a question has to answer it themselves as well. Deal?”

Harry narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side. That… Well, that did sound better than just giving everyone a free go at him. His eyes inadvertently wandered over to Malfoy who was giving him a challenging look.

“Ugh, fine,” Harry grumbled. “But only yes or no questions! And I’ll only take a few drops.”

“Nope, the whole bottle, Potter,” Malfoy said with gleaming eyes. Harry’s insides started to boil.

“Fine,” he snapped, uncorking the vial. His eyes never left Malfoy’s as he gulped down the potion, his cheeks already heating up.

“So, Potter,” Pansoyle crooned. “Let’s start with something simple. “Have you ever wanked, thinking about someone in this room?”

“What?” Harry spluttered.

“You heard me, Potter.”

Harry tried his best to stay silent, biting his tongue until it hurt.

“Y—Yes,” he groaned. Damn it!

“Interesting,” Pansoyle said with a smirk, tapping her index finger against her chin.

“Now you answer the question,” Harry grumbled.

“Oh, yes, of course. All the time, actually,” Pansy said, nonchalant. Harry stared at her.

“Okay, my turn,” Theo grinned. “Are the rumours really true?”

“What rumours?” Harry asked, getting more and more irritated.

“Well, word around Hogwarts is that you swing both ways.”

Harry groaned.

“Is it true?”

“Yes, for fuck’s sake,” Harry nearly yelled. This was almost as bad as being interrogated by Umbridge.

“Good to know,” Theo snickered. “I don’t, by the way. I’m gay.”

Harry furrowed his brows. How come they all were so nonchalant about this stuff?

“So, Potter, my question is… Is the person you fancy in this room?” Blaise looked so smug, Harry wanted to punch him in the face. Before he knew it, his eyes darted over to Malfoy who was watching him intently. He quickly looked away again, his eyes burning a hole into the carpet. He knew fighting the Veritaserum was pointless. His tongue was curling unpleasantly, forcing him to open his mouth.

“Y—Yes,” he choked. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Malfoy straightening himself up. Oh Merlin, now he was done for.

“May I ask you a question, Potter?” Malfoy said evenly.

“As if you wouldn’t if I said no,” Harry growled. He should have known Malfoy would be a bloody git about this. His gaze was getting more intense, making Harry shiver. “Yes, just ask your damn question.”

“It’s a personal question.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t think anyone is going to ask anything other than—”

“Really personal,” Malfoy interrupted him. “You still okay with that?”

Harry hesitated. “I’d rather you wouldn’t. At least… while the others are in the room.”

“Alright, let’s go outside then,” Malfoy said, immediately getting up.

“What? Hey, that’s not part of the game,” Pansoyle protested.

“Shut up, Pansy,” Malfoy snapped, and gestured for Harry to get up as well. He did, reluctantly, and followed Malfoy outside.

“So,” Malfoy said, almost sounding nervous.

“So,” Harry said, avoiding his eyes. He wondered why they were just standing there, in silence. Was this Malfoy’s way of tormenting him? “Will you just ask me your stupid question, so we can get it over with?”

Malfoy huffed, smoothing down his robes.

“You— You looked at me,” he said, almost accusingly.

“What?” Harry’s eyes darted up to his.

“When Blaise asked—” Malfoy bit his lip. “You were looking at me.”

Harry blinked, panic bubbling up inside him.

“That’s not a question,” he said, evasively.

“Why were you looking at me?”

“That’s not a yes or no question,” Harry choked. The answer was already threatening to spill out of him.

“It’s still a—”

“Because you’re the one Blaise was asking me about,” Harry blurted. Fuck! He screwed up his eyes, not wanting to see Malfoy gloating at him.

“Oh.”

Oh? OH? Was Malfoy being serious right now?

“Can I ask you another question?”

“I really wish you wouldn’t,” Harry said, suddenly feeling exhausted.

“Please?”

Harry’s eyes snapped open, confusion washing over him. Why was Malfoy looking at him… like that? And had he really just said ‘Please’?

“Okay,” Harry said slowly.

“Since when?”

Even though the question was very vague, Malfoy didn’t need to specify. Harry knew what he wanted to know.

“Um… it’s been a few months,” he murmured.

Malfoy’s face was unreadable. He slowly nodded, and Harry wondered what he was thinking. Why wasn’t he teasing him?

“It’s been a bit longer for me,” Malfoy said quietly.

Harry frowned.

“I think it was… fourth year.”

Wait, what?

“Yeah, definitely fourth year. The Yule Ball was—”

“What?” Harry stared at him in bewilderment. “What— What are you saying, Malfoy?”

Malfoy let out a sigh, followed by a snort. “I’m saying, Potter… If Blaise had asked me that question, I would have looked at you as well.”

Harry’s mouth dropped opened. That couldn’t— Really?

“Are you taking the piss?”

“I wish I was,” Malfoy laughed. “Believe me.”

Merlin, he looked even more beautiful when he laughed.

“Can I ask you another—”

“Malfoy,” Harry interrupted him, rolling his eyes. He stiffened when Malfoy suddenly stepped forward.

“I really, really want to kiss you,” Malfoy whispered, his breath warm on Harry’s face.

“That’s not a question, Malfoy,” Harry said, his pulse quickening. Before Malfoy could say anything else, however, he leaned forward and breathed, “Yes.”

Malfoy let out a groan and before Harry knew what was happening, Malfoy’s arms were curled around his waist and their lips were moving hungrily. Merlin, kissing the stupid git was even better than he had imagined it. Harry shuddered as Malfoy opened his mouth and started caressing him with his tongue. He could have stayed like this for hours. Unfortunately, even wizards need oxygen.

When Harry opened his eyes, he saw Malfoy was staring at him. He looked flushed and ruffled. He had never seen him more handsome. Harry pressed himself closer to Malfoy, even though there wasn’t any room left between them.

“Weasley was right, your beard is soft,” Malfoy murmured.

Oh, right. He still looked like an old man. Huh. Malfoy didn’t seem to care.

“Care to find out if the rest of me is as soft?” Harry asked, his lips stretched into a grin. His heart thundered against his chest as Malfoy gave him a lopsided grin in return.

“Game on, Potter.”

[takealottodragmeawayfromreddie]

The Reddie Horror Show

Aka. The high school IT au featuring Richie being a musical nerd and dragging all of his classmates with him that nobody asked for.

—In high school, Richie realized that he liked both boys and girls and started these jokes of being a stereotypical gay guy (even though he's actually bi).

—He used to watch musicals as an ironic liking and had fun making all the losers watch Grease with him and randomly screaming the lyrics of the most iconic musical numbers.

—But then The Rocky Horror Show appeared, and Richie truly loved it. Like, for real. He fell in love with the story, the characters and the songs.

—He got so obsessed that, everytime Eddie got carried away by angriness towards him (or anything), he would start singing "when Eddie said he didn't like his Teddy you knew that he was no good kid" just to make him angrier.

—Sometimes, the losers club would be waiting for Eddie to get ready outside his house and, when he finally came out, Richie would make his most ridiculous Dr. Scott voice and go "from the day he was born... he was trouble...".

—Everyone would be sick of all his references (specially when he would act like Frank N Furter or use "hot dog" as an insult) if he wasn't good. But the thing is that Richie is awesome at singing and acting and everyone is amazed by it.

—So, when one of their teachers asks the classroom to produce a musical as an important study project, of course Richie will suggest Rocky Horror.

—And, like the diva he has been becoming since he found this new passion and started to get all the cool parts at the drama club, everyone agrees that, no matter what the school may think, Rocky Horror is the best option.

—The auditions starts. Bill's stutter, instead of giving him troubles, makes him the perfect Brad. Beverly originally wants to play Columbia, but she has such a sweet voice that Janet becomes the ideal character for her to portray.

—Mike gets to play Rocky, basically because he is the one in better shape in the whole classroom. And Stan gets the narrator part.

—Our Dr. Frank N Furter is, surprise surprise, the superstar Richie Tozier, who accepts the honour like this is Broadway.

—Eddie and Ben aren't such good actors and singers, though. Actually, they kinda suck. Ben has troubles learning the dance routines and can't hit any note, and Eddie thinks this is stupid, anyway. (He's just so done with Richie making jokes about his name and that character who is called the same).

—So they take the parts of two random extras. They do the Time Warp in the background, sing "that ain't no crime" like it wasn't their only line in the whole thing and, even when Ben is upset because he has to watch Bev singing Dammit Janet with another guy, they try to do their best (failing comically).

—The problem starts when weeks go by and Eddie realizes he really appreciates Richie's efforts. Like, this is no joke for Richie. He actually takes it seriously, practices day and night (even while just hanging out with the losers), works hard to reach those notes and takes all the important creative decissions of the play.

—One day, he gives the classroom a heart-felt discourse about what "Don't dream it, be it" means and everybody just sits there and listen in an understanding silence.

—Then it hits Eddie. He likes Richie. He respects his passion, he admires his talent, he... he's kinda in love. He always has been.

—But this revelation doesn't hits him as much as finding out that it's the worst moment possible for being in love with Richie.

—Because Richie is now Frank N Furter. The dirty transvestite alien who rocks those heels and flirts with every fucking character.

—A horrified Eddie gets to watch the new found love of his life doing sexual disgusting moves, sitting on other people, running his hands all over Mike's chest/arms/legs, getting in a fake-bed with Bev and Bill, walking around in ridiculously sexy outfits and practically making out with EVERYONE but him.

—It gets even worse because, artistic or not, he's still Richie. So he will make jokes on his free time and won't shut up about how good that random girl's kiss was or how Mike carrying him bridal style was one of his personal goals. And, of course, that Bev and Bill thing won't get pass the radar.

—"Like, I know that they're the cutest couple ever and everything, but, man, it was fucking hot. Of course I'd rather be Rocky if Eddie's mother was Janet and she'd make me touch her juicy tits while singing Touch-a, touch-a..."

—"Beep beep, Richie", everyone says, but Eddie says it louder, and that comment about his mother isn't what bothers him the most.

—Ben is so sad about the Brad and Janet thing that he's secretly trying to write his own musical about her. Even if it's not that good and it'll never get done, he really wants to make it like he was Richard O'Brien himself.

—If he wasn't so busy trying to create this thing, he would have overheard one of those million of conversations between Bill and Bev, when they talk about how Brad would rather have the narrator and Janet is kinda starting to see Transylvanian #8 (Ben) with love eyes.

—On Eddie's side, he's getting so angry about everything that he barely wants to speak to Richie. And he knows he has no right to get angry because Richie's not actually his man but that's his man.

—When Richie notices that he's been avoiding him and comfronts him about it, Eddie plays dumb in a very resentful way and Richie, who is kinda stressed because the play is in two weeks, won't take it. So they have a argument that makes Eddie confess his feelings and run away.

—After that scene, Eddie doesn't show at the rehearsals again and teacher gets so mad that she writes him out of the play. (Not that his character had any line, anyway...)

—But the losers are furious. They were supposed to be all together in this. And he even stops hanging out with them. He won't pick up the phone and always success to avoid them.

—The day of the play, Bill gets to talk to him leaving him with no chance of scape. He asks why is he acting so weird and Eddie finally tells the true. He declared his feelings to Richie and he assumed Richie would reject him.

—Bill makes the biggest facepalm of history. Richie likes him back! Stan told him that Richie told him that he was scared because Eddie was so ashamed of liking him that he had run away inmediatly after confessing and that maybe he was disgusted by all the sweet transvestite thing.

—Eddie feels so stupid. He wants to go and tell Richie that he's the most cool guy ever and he loves him. But Bill convices him that the best thing he can do is wait after the play.

—And the play starts. Eddie is sitting there in the front row, ready to watch his future man giving the best performance ever.

—Bill and Bev totally kill it as Brad and Janet at the beggining and the middle and the end.

—Stan is the best telling the story and showing everyone how to do the Time Warp. And Ben isn't that bad either.

—Then our dear Frankie appears. Fabulous is an understatement. He's absolutely amazing. The heels, the clothes, the walk. His voice does things that Eddie didn't even knew that it could and he just takes over the stage.

—You really can feel Mike's Rocky's torment at the "Sword of Damocles" number and there's something about Richie with a corset on teaching a Mike in golden underwear how to apply Charles Atlas' plan that is fucking hilarious.

—Ben's powerful "that ain't no crime" and his screams when Frank kills fake Eddie are amazing, and real Eddie can't help noticing the way Bev lowkey stares at him.

—The bed scenes are annoying, as always, but Eddie just smiles because his crush is such a good actor and he will get the real thing as soon as he solves what he caused.

—Bev and Mike's Touch-a, touch-a, touch me is closer to funny than to sexy.

—The Janet, Dr. Scott, Janet, Brad, Rocky thing is funnier than ever.

—The floor show starts. Mike, Bill and Bev? Stunning as always.

—RKO tower. Richie up there. Omg. Whatever happened to Fay Wray? Eddie can barely breath. He's so in love and Richie is so cool and everything is so perfect.

—Don't dream it, be it. Eddie finally gets the meaning of that. He always had been dreaming about things that he thought he couldn't have, that he didn't deserved. Health, real friends, real love. And now he seems to get it. It's always been there. And while Richie makes out with Mike, Bill and Bev at the same time (wearing women clothes, btw), Eddie starts to cry because, God, amazing. Best feeling in the World.

—I'm going home. At last, Richie looks to the audience and he seems to see Eddie. He's too focused on his big number, but their eyes meet anyway, for a few, subtle seconds. Eddie wonders if Bill had the chance to tell Richie that the feeling is mutual.

—Frank and Rocky get killed as, with great sound and light effects, the castle flies away into space. The whole room is in complete silence.

—Bill and Bev do an amazing closing number and Stan's acting as the last character who says something as the light fades away is tears worthy. At least that's what Eddie hears the next day.

—He doesn't gets to see it himself because he's too busy getting behind the stage into the changing room, where Richie is sitting, waiting for his last appearence at the very end.

—Richie looks so surprised that is obvious he didn't expected Eddie being there. Not with a bouquet of roses for the play star.

—"Eds, what are you doing here?"

—"Don't call me that, hot dog", he smiles.

—A second later, they both run into each other arms and share a kiss that's even better than any make out scene in the play.

—When all the actors get back to stage for a final bow, everyone is surprised to see Dr. Frank N Furter showing up carrying a boy who abandoned the play with one arm and holding a bouquet with his free hand.

—But he doesn't even care. He just throws kisses all over the place and says thanks and pecks on real life Eddie's lips again and again.

—People is even more surprised when Janet lets go of Brad hand and reaches back to hold Transylvanian #8 arm and bring him to the front of the stage, kissing his cheek and whispering something about winter fire and things that no one gets to understand completely.

—Brad doesn't look too shock. He seems more interested in the narrator, who just smiles and waves at him from the opposite side of the stage.

—Everybody lives happily ever after, until, a few years later, at Eddie's 22th birthday party, Richie sings a weird thing called Dammit Eds and drops the ring more times than what the musical number demands because he's too nervous. Eddie blushes and begs him to stop and gets super angry, but he says yes anyway.

[askmyboys]

Klinos

I dont even know what to say bout this one?? I was just feelin sad n upset that night and out popped a giant bastard, here he be so yeah

| Name: Klinos

| Nicknames: Linos, Kli, or Lin

| Pronouns: He/Him and It/It’s

| Age: N/A

| Height: 100ft

| Species/Race: Giant

| Hair Color: The sides are a dark brown but the top floof (yes, i call the top part floof shush) is a a dark blue color with dark green mixed in (his hairstyle is a spiked quiff)

| Eye Color: Ironically enough, his eyes are a Bluish Green color

| Skin Color/Body Type: He’s extremely pale like almost ALL my dudes are and his body type is pretty average honestly

| Appearance: He doesn’t change his outfit too much so his main one is a black and green hoodie with some ripped and distressed black skinny jeans that have chains hanging down,and some combat boots as well (the strings on the combat boots are green also) he wears some spiked bracelets along with a black spiked collar, and before I forget these details- he has a circle beard, his pupils are slit, he has pointed ears (he also wears black gauges along with SEVERAL other piercings that go up his ears), he has long black and green claws (he painted the green on some of them actually, their naturally black though), he’s got them b e a r  t r a p teeth, he’s also got a tongue piercing, an eyebrow slit and an eyebrow piercing of course (most of his piercings btw excluding his tongue are spiked-type piercings) and for some EXTRA details his eyebrows are like fuckin caterpillars- big fluffy bois, he’s got a lotta scars on him and i’m gonna say already the bigger ones are from fights with other giants and the smaller ones are from tinies who have dealt some damage his way.

One more thing, unlike most giants (the giants where he’s from don’t have no tails) he’s got a large black tail with a fluffy bun tip)

| Personality: Oh look, it’s another bastard son of mine isn’t it? ...Yes, the answer is yes- Klinos is an absolute bastard, he can be pretty nasty and mean, he can also be borderline cruel and sadistic even! He loves to torment tinies/borrowers, tease them by showing them how powerless they are against him, and he loves to scare the shit out of them in any way he can, hell sometimes he can scare OTHER GIANTS with his attitude.

He’s also borderline masochistic I mean… With all the fights he purposefully gets himself into, it’d be weird for him to not enjoy pain- So jokes on you motherfucker, you wanna hurt him? He ENJOYS that hAH! Asdjfklskjdfsl- Anyway- Absolute bastard man, stinky, gross- Surprisingly enough though despite being cruel, mean, and downright sadistic- He’d never kill anyone, maybe by accident sure but never on purpose, deep down the boy’s got no REAL malicious intent, he just loves to be an asshole and tease tinies/borrowers and scare the shit out of them.

He’ll never really admit it but deep down he does have a soft spot for the little pipsqueaks out there… Any giant actually t r i e s to kill/hurt em? Oh boy, they’re gonna have to go through Klinos (I will say, Klinos might hurt a tiny/borrower and it’s definitely not intentional really? Sure, he’s sadistic with his words, his threats, and his actions but hurting em he does feel guilt when that does happen and he actually tries to make it up to em)

Deep down he’s a big softie but don’t say that to him, don’t you d a r e, he WILL follow through with a threat- don’t tempt him- lmao, overall a stinky bastard brat man who’s sadistic, cruel, mean, masochistic, loves to pick fights and scare p much everyone at this rate, but he cares secretly ..about tinies/borrowers, other giants? Fuck them, he doesn’t give a shit bout his own kind too much… The ones he’s known and even his own family are all a bunch of assholes so the day he sees a nice or friendly giant would genuinely surprise him, won’t change his opinion of his own kind much.

| Side Facts: Klinos can honestly be like a giant cat sometimes and a dog like others (I have a feeling him and Maximus share some solidarity here) some days he likes to just laze around, sometimes he’ll bat a tiny/borrower around just for the hell of it, when he yawns he DEFINITELY does that cat yawn, a dog mostly when he’s excited and sometimes when he’s chasing someone down, he’ll literally get down on all fours sometimes and just sprint that way, he’s a fucking feral shithead. He also wags his tail when excited too.

He doesn’t do that cat thing when he’s nervous or scared (its rare he gets nervous or scared but it can happen) unfortunately nor when he’s excited either. Another sad fact is he doesn’t have toe beans, he isn’t t h a t type of giant, he’s one that looks mostly human.

In his spare time though he actually likes to play video games or listen to music (he listens to a lotta edgy shit but there’s some random songs mixed in his playlist as well) and his games are mostly horror games but he plays a few other games here n there as well (Like Minecraft and Animal Crossing, he likes to smack some villagers on the head in BOTH games, hitting villagers in MC is boring though, it just ends in death, in AC the villagers get pissed off instead lmao)

You know he’s the type of giant to catch you off guard when you least expect it, you could be sneaking around and suddenly a boot slams in front of you OR his entire fucking body slams right in front of you, down on all fours, drooling and snarling like the feral bastard he is.

...Oookay listen, I know you want the secret softie side facts, if your a tiny/borrower he grows attached to and v i b e s with essentially (doesn’t mean he’ll hurt/kill any other tiny/borrower just bc he befriends some) and besides you have to be one who’d stick around for one, two, you’d actually wanna get to know him, etc- certain circumstances you get it but either way, he’s the type who’d let you sleep in his hood, his hoodie is VERY soft and warm and comfortable and he’s confident you’ll like it (might I mention he’s also very confident and cocky sometimes, and even narcissistic on the occasion but not OVERBEARINGLY so)

If he cares bout’cha and is attached you’ll know, he’ll start making a lot of efforts, that don’t mean he won’t be grumbly grumpy bc he still has a rep to keep but he’ll hold you much more gently, he’ll do things like pet you, make you items that are perfect for people like your size, he’s even made you your own bed! It’s on the nightstand next to his bed ...He doesn’t wanna risk rolling over onto you even though he’s not that type of sleeper but still, no risks taken there-

On occasion, he’ll gently place his hand over your bed, on one hand- its comforting and warm but on the other side if you have to get up for any reason you cannot, like physically- his hand is pinning you there so your in for the long haul- the most NOTABLE thing is he’s WAAAY more possessive of you than other tinies/borrowers, he’ll snarl and growl if any one be it giant or tiny being tries to even LOOK at you, and he does have a few possessive actions he’ll do, once you’ve stuck with him, your his, there is no “Takebacks” there is no going back, no, fuck you, you’re stuck with him- whether you like it or not ..On the bright side though now you’ve got, despite being a bastard, you’ve got a really good protector who really does care bout you deep down and you know he won’t HESITATE to literally kill someone for you.

He also REALLY loves plants, he has a ton of em in his house, and he has seemingly named them all! His favorite plants seem to be venus fly traps AND cacti.