#when there is a perfectly good monster there

[safeturnip]

tell me that my lonesome nights are over

words: 2.7k

characters: GoodTimesWithScar, ImpulseSV, Skizzleman, TangoTek, GeminiTay, Grian

summary: While extracting valuables from an old manor, Scar and Grian encounter a monster and are forced to hide

additional tags: Alternate Universe - R.E.P.O., memory loss, monsters, mild horror

(written for @mcyt-soulmate-sweepstakes !!)

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Retrieve and extract.

It was a simple enough order to follow, and maybe the robots had been created because the order was so laughably simple. Why waste a perfectly good human to do menial work when a group of robots could do the job just as well? It was safer, cheaper, easier—the robots got destroyed in the process of clearing out a targeted building? No problem! Just slap together a new set of robots from spare metal in the scrapyard, inject premade software into their systems, and send them on their merry way.

In the kitchen of an ancient, once-resplendent manor, Scar stared helplessly as the plate he'd just picked up shattered apart into splinters of glowing green. He didn't understand why the plate had broken; he'd barely touched the door of the cabinet he was taking it out of. He'd made sure that his manipulation of the plate had been full of precision and accuracy, and it had all been for nothing. At least none of his other fellow robots had been around to witness his failure.

From a couple rooms down, Scar could hear the sounds of the other robots arguing amongst themselves. After doing a final quick scan of the kitchen to see if there were any other valuables—nothing—he headed in the direction of the squabbling.

The manor was a blurry, smudged-out picture of orange and brown. Wallpaper peeled despondently around the edges, furniture upholstery faded and flaked off of the wood and metal frames of chairs and sofas and beds, floorboards creaked even when nothing was moving across them. The building had the air of a painstakingly carved marble statue that was slowly losing the war to time and the elements.

Scar's footsteps were muffled by the mouldering carpet, the beam of his built-in flashlight cutting through the gloom about as effectively as a cold knife through a block of ice. Cobwebs reached down from the ceiling, trailing along his head and neck as if they wanted to ensnare him, drag him into the manor's depth, make him a part of the deteriorating brick and rotting wood and suffocating darkness. Scar shook off the delicate silver threads and continued on.

Faded portraits of long-dead people stared down at him as he wandered through the rooms and hallways of the manor. He kept his head on a swivel, sensors on high alert for audio or visual indicators of any possible danger. He knew there were monsters prowling the abandoned hallways and rooms; just earlier he'd been jumped by a monster that had wrapped itself around his head and vomited up a disgusting green goop that destroyed any valuables he'd come across. The other robots had shooed him away from the cart and drop point until the puke monster had grown bored of him and detached from his body. Scar didn't blame them; he understood their thought processes perfectly. Extracting valuables was more important than his survival—than any of their survival, in fact.

The hallway opened up into a wide room with its ceiling's crossbeams propped up haphazardly along the walls as if the screws and nails holding them in place had simply given up and surrendered them to gravity. Hearing footsteps above him, Scar peered up, and a yellow figure dropped down from the catwalk of broken beams, narrowly missing Scar.

Scar stumbled backwards. "Whoa, watch out!"

"Sorry, man," Impulse said apologetically, taking a mirroring step back. Caught in his grasp was a vase, a delicate thing of whisper-thin porcelain with white and blue patterns crawling around its sides. Scar was surprised that Impulse hadn't shattered the vase when he jumped down. He gave the room a cursory scan, and, after seeing nothing, followed Impulse as he left the room.

There was a library in this manor, with towering bookshelves crammed full of books, old fragile things that smelled like dry paper and forgotten memories. Near the door, Skizz was struggling to manoeuvre a gigantic wooden crate. A bold arrow painted in bright, near-glowing white pointed upwards in a manner that seemed almost like a warning. Skizz jumped in place as he struggled to free the crate from a bookshelf, muttering in frustration to himself, something that struck Scar as a very human thing to do.

"I need some help with this!" Skizz called.

Tango walked over, his hand already outstretched to help Skizz with the crate. "Wha—there's like, basically no value left on this, Skizz!"

"Hey!" Skizz protested. "It was taking you five months to get here, what did you want me to do?"

With the two robots' joint effort, the crate was freed from the snare of the bookshelf, and they started to slowly drag it out of the room. Right before he walked out of the door, Skizz turned around and said, "Oh—Scarface! Thanks for just standing there and watching me struggle with this." It was almost impressive how much sarcasm he was able to pack into one sentence.

"Yeah, of course!" Scar responded easily. "I'm always happy to help."

Skizz left the room with an affectionate mutter of, "This guy . . ." his voice trailing off as he disappeared in the direction of the first drop point.

It was strange sometimes how familiar the robots were with each other. This was only their third mission together, yet Skizz had a nickname for all of the other robots, all of them knew how Grian would start humming the exact same song whenever he drove the cart, their exchanges were filled with an easy banter that had nothing to do with their directive but was done because the robots found it fun. Scar's interactions with the other robots were tinged with a niggling sense of recognition, like a half-completed sentence or a familiar melody heard from a distance away. Déjà vu, a constantly asked question of Haven't we done this before?

He pushed those thoughts away. What use did they serve for his current mission?

"—guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy!"

Scar turned towards the sound of the voice, and saw Gem hurtling into the room at top speed. Her stride abruptly slowed as soon as she passed the threshold of the doorway; her stamina must have just run out. The left side of her body had a melted look about it, the pink metal scorched and heat-warped into shapes that looked like distorted rippling waves.

"You okay?" Scar asked, right as Gem said, "There's a huge laser guy back there. I didn't have anywhere to hide, and he got me right as I was running away. He did some damage to me, but I don't think I need—"

Thunk. Gem's sentence was cut off as a cart appeared out of nowhere and slammed into her back, knocking her over. She collapsed down into her smallest form, the sound of her shriek drowned out by Grian's cackling. Of course it was Grian who was driving the cart; who else would be running over other robots like that?

Gem's limbs flailed around in the air as she gently rocked to and fro on her back. Scar reached out to pick her up, but she popped back to her feet before he could. "I don't want to be anywhere near you," Gem said to Grian as she sprinted out of the room, his laughter chasing her out.

Singing to himself, Grian parked the cart off to the side, tucking it next to a desk where it was out of the way from any potential monsters that might wander into the library. "Mister Sandman—" nudging a dusty-looking radio into a more stable position in the cart "—bring me a dream . . ." With the items in the cart secured, he trotted off in the direction of the nearest door.

"Oh, I think Tango's already cleared out that room," Scar informed Grian, and Grian hummed in acknowledgment, changing his course to head into a different room.

This one was smaller than the library, some kind of sitting room that hadn't seen any actual use for what seemed like decades. There was an old, wood-framed couch with fraying cushions and a few chairs strewn around the room like whoever had last sat in them had shoved them away and not bothered to see where they ended up. An old lamp with a crooked, moth-eaten lampshade cast a wavering, orange-tinged illumination around the space.

There was a soft click as Grian opened his map. "Man, I'm seeing yellow dots everywhere, but I can't—" Grian's voice abruptly cut off, the apertures of his eyes constricting to focus on something outside of Scar's field of view. "Hide."

Scar was already moving, sprinting to the corner of the room where a chair with red upholstery had been haphazardly shoved into. He dropped down to his smallest size, squeezing into the tiny space between the floor and the seat of the chair, nearly clipping one of the rotting wooden legs as he went. Black static flickered across his vision in protest at the sudden motion, and he waited anxiously for it to dissipate. At least he was close enough to the ground that he wouldn't break anything if he did suddenly shut down. Then Grian was sliding underneath the chair, his momentum halting only when he crashed into Scar with a muffled clank.

"What—" Scar started, but then he saw what they were hiding from.

A gigantic head floated into the room, silent as a shark drifting through the water. Though calling it a head was a grossly inaccurate description; it was about as much a head as a starving mountain lion was a kitten.

Desiccated skin wrapped tight around the framework of a skull, skin that was thin as paper, grey and dried-out, lips shriveled and pulled back to reveal a mouthful of sharp, bone-white teeth. Its eyes glowed like burning coals in the heart of a smouldering fire set in a pair of dark, cavernous sockets. Nerve endings trailed out from the base of its severed spinal cord like the tentacles on some kind of grotesque, nightmarish jellyfish. Even though Scar had seen the head before, seeing it for the second or third or tenth time was just as terrible as seeing it for the very first time.

If Scar was human, his heart would have been trying to pound its way out of his chest, his breathing sharp and shallow, sweat pricking his skin. But as a robot, there were no physical indicators of terror. Despite that, there was still something, some sort of self-preservation—not instinct, because instinct implied they were living beings. It was something similar, though, something that make then freeze in their tracks then sprint in the opposite direction when they heard the slow drag of a shotgun muzzle on the ground, the rasp of a dark cloak dragging over a metal-grate floor. They knew the monsters would stop at nothing to destroy them, and they did not want to die.

Maybe they'd been programmed to feel fear as a sort of failsafe, to ensure that as many valuables as possible could be brought back to the Taxman before the robots' inevitable destruction.

The head floated closer to their hiding spot, mouth gaping open as if to scent at the air for its hidden prey. Grian crowded further backwards against Scar, pushing him into space they did not have. They were pressed close enough together that Scar could feel the faintly whirring vibrations from the near-silent circuitry underneath Grian's metal carapace.

"It's okay." Scar kept his volume low, barely louder than an exhale. Grian swiveled his head around to look at him. The apertures of his eyes were dilated in a way that looked almost like panic, something so raw and undiluted and helpless, that Scar felt obligated to add, "We'll be fine."

"Shh."

Scar darted his attention away from Grian and back to the floating head. It had paused in the centre of the room directly in front of the chair the two of them were tucked underneath, close enough that Scar could have reached out and grabbed it. What were they meant to do in this situation? They were sitting ducks in their hiding spot, a wall at their back and the monster at their front with no alternative escape. Scar wished they had some kind of weapon, anything to fight back against the monsters, anything that meant they wouldn't be forced to cower underneath a chair or table or shelf whenever the slightest hint of danger peered around a corner.

Failure was not an option, because failure meant they'd be dropped into a much-used arena, forced to fight each other to the death, their broken bodies left to slowly corrode away in the scrapyard—where were these thoughts coming from? Had he actually experienced these memories, or was it just a string of code written in to simulate another layer of fear? Scar desperately wanted to ask Grian if he ever experienced something similar, but didn't dare speak again, not with the head so close.

The head started to turn in their direction, and Scar braced himself for it to spot them, fling itself upon them with snapping teeth and murderous destruction.

A clatter came from somewhere outside the room, loud as a gunshot in the complete silence. The head whipped around toward the noise, mouth dropping open to emit a harsh, rattling growl before hurtling out of the room. Then, silence. It was gone. Grian glanced briefly back at Scar before shuffling out from under cover.

Once he was clear of the chair, Grian shot back up to his full height with a sharp accordion-pop of motion, blocking Scar's field of vision with his short, stubby legs. Scar followed him out, extending himself back up at a slower pace, keeping an eye on his lower motor to make sure it wouldn't short-circuit on him.

Grian was standing in the doorway, scanning the corridor outside the room. The words I am worried!! were practically floating above his head as he scanned from side to side in a paranoid fashion. He must not have seen anything because he backed away from the door and came to stand in front of Scar.

Before Grian could say anything, Scar tilted his head forward until his forehead knocked against Grian's with a hollow, metallic klonk that reverberated though both of their bodies. "See, Grian! Told you we'd be fine."

"I . . ." For the briefest of moments, Scar felt his balance shift slightly as Grian leaned reciprocatively into the reassuring touch. Then he pulled back from Scar, looking like he wanted to say something else—and a loud, mechanical rumbling sound echoed through their minds, breaking the moment. A new quota to fill up flashed into visibility in the corner of Scar's vision.

"Oh—looks like Gem's found the next extraction point," Grian said, gaze unfocused in a way that meant he was probably looking at the newly assigned quota as well. "Too bad we've been spending the past few minutes running for our lives instead of finding valuables."

"But look at us! We're still alive," Scar pointed out cheerfully. "And, hey—this room wasn't a total bust." Scar held out a hand, and from under the chair that'd served as their hiding place slid out a diamond, faintly haloed in a yellow light. Its price flickered briefly across his vision in green numbers before disappearing. He floated the diamond into the air and extended the treasure towards Grian like he would a brand-new toy to a pet. "Look, big money!"

"Big money, big money," Grian parroted, the diamond reflected in the glassy curve of his eyes, his voice pitched up into something that approximated happiness. And at seeing the other robot cheered up, Scar felt a flicker of . . . something, a sensation similar to that of sliding the cart over-brimming with valuables into an active drop point, watching the money tick up in his vision.

"Let's hurry up and get this to the rest of our friends before they bank everything," said Grian, plodding rapidly towards the door. Scar followed with the diamond still hovering in the air before him wreathed in yellow telekinetic energy.

Grian's map flashed briefly into his hand, casting a pale green glow across his face and the huge globes of his eyeballs as he plotted their course to the extraction point. "Right, I really hope we don't run into any other googlies on the way there."

"You know," Scar began conversationally, "if we had a gun . . ."

"Oh my—Scar, we are not getting you a gun."

[wishingprince]

The problem with The Thing is that it starts out as a dog so by the time it’s a disgusting messy morphing freak I love it, it’s a precious pubby. It turns into a head with spider arms and I’m like yes that’s my favorite dog, it splits a man in half and I’m like fuck yeah good boy. I already love horror monsters but The Thing is baby.

[getvalentined]

Haven't seen folks talking about this over here, but I'm in love with the detail, so I'm gonna talk about the mythology used in the new Ever Crisis event.

For those confused that Vincent's right arm is weird in his new Odin-bestowed gear, it's because it's based on Týr! Implied occasionally to be one of Odin's sons, Týr placed his right hand into Fenrir's mouth, eventually allowing him to bite it off entirely, so the other gods could bind him—hence the chains.

Fenrir usually represents Cloud in the series, which one could assume doesn't mean anything—except that Sephiroth's Odin-bestowed gear is based on Jörmungandr, the world serpent, who is one of Loki's monster children just like Fenrir.

Taking this into account, Odin appears to have cast Jenova as either Loki or Angrboða—but I'm assuming Loki, for reasons I'll explain in a minute.

So Vincent is cast as one of Odin's sons, one who threw himself into the literal jaws of the beast in order to keep the world safe, and was permanently changed as a result. Týr is also destined to be consumed by Garmr, the hound who guards the gates of Hel, at the end of the world—it should surprise no one to know that generally, Garmr is accepted as the Norse mythological analog of the Greek Cerberus.

Týr's fate comes to call all when Jörmungandr stops biting his own tail and rises up from the sea that covers the world, which will in turn free Loki from his bonds. Sort of like Vincent throwing himself into the fray when Sephiroth rises up from the Lifestream and allows Jenova to wreak havoc against the planet.

The reason I think Loki is the role being given to Jenova is because of Angeal's gear. We haven't gotten a good look at it yet, but the fur ruff leads me to assume he's being cast as one of the handful of canids in Norse mythology: either one half of the pair that is Hati and Sköll, or (more likely) Váli.

Hati or Sköll are probable enough because they're wolves, specifically Loki's grandchildren, making them one generation removed from the source, and they're a set of two—like how Angeal and Genesis are one step removed from Jenova via Gillian, and are a set of two. They chase the moon and the sun, and will consume both at the end of the world. I don't think this is quite right, though, because they're Fenrir's children, and Fenrir is very clearly associated with Cloud elsewhere in the series.

Váli, however, is one of Loki's children who wasn't born a monster. He's mentioned once, is occasionally confused with one of Odin's children, and was turned into a monster wolf before being driven to kill his brother—who also was not born a monster, and whose remains were used to bind their father. This is strikingly analogous to Angeal being brought up as a normal person, discovering that he's actually a monster, and being driven by his own honor to (attempt to) kill Genesis in order to end his Jenova-fueled war against Shinra. This would even explain the horns on Angeal's gear, because Váli is often mistaken for one of Odin's sons of the same name, and Odin also has gold horns.

TLDR: Odin has cast Vincent as his most doomed son (one permanently bound to at least one of Loki's monster children), Sephiroth as one of his weird monster nephews (the one whose return heralds the end of the world), and (hopefully, I'll be disappointed otherwise) Angeal as a different, less weird nephew who almost nobody remembers and turned into a monster at the end of his life for the express purpose of killing someone he loved.

Oh, and Tifa is...some kind of sexily underdressed gijinka version of one of the cats that pull Odin's heavenly counterpart's carriage. For some reason.

Still not sure about the thought process behind that one.

[moeblob]

So with the Community Center done + both harem routes taken... Asmodeus♡ proposed! In Marnie's kitchen. Like a classy individual.

[huginsmemory]

Even with TBOB and thisisnotawebsite.com there's... Still so much we don't know about Bill. Like ok yeah he's given a tragic background, we know a bit more about his henchmaniacs, but we really don't know a lot. Like, what happened directly after he accidentally destroyed his dimension? It isn't said. Sure time baby KNOWS about Bill's destruction of his dimension, but it seems like he didn't show up after Bill's dimension was destroyed to apprehend him because he only knows about Bill after Bill tries to make a deal with him, causing Bill's wanted poster. And how did Bill become basically the overlord of the nightmare realm, and gather all his henchmaniacs? Like there's a good period where we just don't know. And it's implied he's shocked and horrified (likely even dissociates, since he does that) after he destroys his dimension. But his characterization doesn't seem by that point to be one that immediately goes into a self-destructive, violent god-becoming maniacal spiral of self hatred; it's more one to be overwhelmed with grief and spend a good long time in the midst of his grief, then necessarily he's about to DO anything. And generally speaking trope wise, there's steps missing; typically in this sort of scenario, the usual progression is this:

characterized as monster due to being different in some way

tries to prove their not

ends up hurting someone anyways

gets further villainized, and antagonized by others

Acceptance of being a monster, and goes okay? You wanted a monster? I'll be a monster.

Now this fits Bill's early life, up to number 4, but we don't know what happens immediately after. It's possible he just went into his spiral immediately after, but it feels wrong, because it is missing the part of someone further villainizing him beyond himself which causes him to lash out due to the expectation (and internalized) idea that he would cause harm. I'd assume maybe some kind of interdimensional authority showed up and accused him of purposely trying to kill his dimension, which triggered his "okay, then I'll be a monster", or even a situation where his 'monstrosity' through the badge of killing his dimension is garners him respect. Considering that his henchmaniacs are chosen out of monstrosity and violence as a badge of honor, it feels very much like this would make sense, except none of them really know about Bill's dimension. He doesn't brag about the violence of it; he only calls it a liberation, contrary to the idea that Bill ever used it to gain clout. Instead, it's more likely that an interdimensional authority showed up and accused Bill, except from circumstances, it doesn't seem like it was Time Baby, so not sure who it would be... but at the same time, that expectation is often required for the character to truly embrace their 'monstrosity' and become truly violent. Or perhaps it was delayed after the destruction of his dimension, later when he begins to run with his henchmaniacs and disregards the law, but that also doesn't feel satisfactory for character development. Or perhaps I'm just overthinking this trope...

Also, how did he have his powers? Some is clearly stuff he's always had; pyrokinesis from that one rhyme, the ability to see into 3d, and he was somehow able to destroy his dimension by whatever he did to let Euclydians see the stars (telekinesis?), but beyond that? Was he always all-seeing? How did he become a 'dream demon'? Are his deals actually binding or does he lie? Are these things that he acquired later, because Euclydians seem to be written about as if they usually don't have any of these abilities, nor the abilities Bill is known to have when young, nor did Bill seem to be able to be all seeing when he was younger. Plus, how was Bill able to survive the destruction of his dimension, if he's technically made of the same stuff as everyone else, who all seems to have a physical form? Why then does he seems to be characterized as a being made of pure energy and thought; is that just in Earth's dimension, or does he have a physical form within the nightmare realm? There's multiple things that are contradictory about his body (mouth-eye, yet talked about removing his exoskeleton to feed--not sure exactly when this was mentioned--plus his mouth located under his bricks and bowtie in his exoskeleton in journal 3). But he seems so thrilled by his physical form though on earth, and we know that physical forms exist within the Nightmare realm as Ford was in it... yet it seems like hes characterized to have no physical form, so did he perhaps lose his physical form when his dimension died? Did he technically die with them too, but with his powers was able to survive essentially as a ghost like he tells Dipper you become without a body?

[thewistlingbadger]

The reason why people hate Silco actually doesn't have to anything with his crimes or the way he treats others. It actually has everything to do with the way the show is structured.

If you think this sounds far fetched, I just want you to stick with me on this and read this post with an open mind bc genuinely I think it's really important. Lots of people do dislike him bc of his actions and his relationship with Jinx, but I'm going to argue those reasons aren't the main/true reasons for the silco hate. To do so, I must highlight some very important points about arcane.

1. The show is about CHANGE.

Everything in Arcane is always changing. The setting, the music genres, the designs, the styles, the storylines, the characters, their relationships- everything is constantly changing in this show. Change is what is what drives the show on every single level. Change is why Arcane makes us emotional and passionate, because as humans we dont like change, and the show is always changing at exact the right/wrong moments.

2. There's two kinds of change

For the simplicity of the argument, we're going to talk about major change and minor change. Major change will be defined as a change that COMPELETLY changes the character's identity. Minor change will be defined as a change that only changes a PART of the character's identity. In Arcane, some characters only go through minor changes, some only go through major changes, and some characters go through both during the show's course. An example of a major change would be Jinx. She starts the show was a meek, innocent, screw-up and later completely transforms to a lethal, broken person. Her character completely changes. An example of a minor change can be seen in Viktor. First he believes that the hexcore is good and can be used to save himself. By the end of season he's seen the harm it can cause and is hellbent on destroying it. This is a minor change because while he does change, he doesn't completely change. He only changes in a minor way.

3. Setting the stage

In order to measure change, you must have a starting point. You can't know how much someone or something has changed if you don't see where it started. For this reason, Arcane season 1 opened the majority of its episodes with flashback cold opens. At some point in the first season, we see all of our main characters years before the show starts. It's important to show this so the audience can better understand the characters. Viktor's running scene hits hard because we say him trying and failing to out run the toy boat as a child. Vi's hate for topside and enforcers is completely understood because we literally see them kill her parents an incite violence on her people.

4. We don't like you

Because the show focuses on change so much and because we're so exposed to it, we tend to oppose the things that DON'T change in the show. The majority of the fans side with Zaun because we've seen time and time again that they refuse to change their ways despite the harm they're causing. Marcus and Heimerdinger are two of the most unliked characters in season 1 because they don't change. Marcus starts the show as a selfish asshole cop and that's how he dies. Heimerdinger's whole thing is that he's IMMORTAL. He's literally not changing no matter how much time passes, and it's because of this that we feel for Jayce and Viktor and don't feel for Heimerdinger, even when he loses his council seat.

Okay, so we've talked about all of these now. What the hell does this has to do with Silco?

Well, lets look at what we talked about in conjunction with Silco.

Silco only really goes through one change in the show and it's a minor change. He starts the show willing to risk ANYTHING to get his Nation of Zaun and by the end he comes to the conclusion that he's no longer to willing to risk anything for Zaun. This is a pivotal change for him, but it isn't exactly a big one. Silco started the show as a violent, radical, antagonist and he dies being all three of those things. So no major changes here. And when we look into his minor change, it truly isn't that big because had Jayce asked him for anything else, literally anything else, Silco would have gave it to him. He's basically willing to do anything, minus one thing. One. singular. thing. That is so important to him.

2. Silco got a flashback scene like everyone else, but his flashback wasn't highlighting the change in Silco's character. It was highlighting the change in his relationship with Vander. In his flashback, Silco is unhinged, ragefully, and hostile in behavior as he delivers a smart monologue. This Silco is the same Silco we see later in the show, he doesn't change. He remains calculated, cunning, and heinous throughout the show. From the earliest point in his life that we see till we see his final breath.

3. The show has us programed to be opposed to those who are stagnant. Silco is stagnant. He does not change. In this regard, he's like Marcus. He's like Heimerdinger. And thus, since he's lacking change, we dislike him.

Just think about that for a moment. We literally never see Silco be anything different in the show. Even in the few moments he has were he's softer or weaker than normal, he's still the same guy. The fact that he's always been the same to us has led us to jump to conclusions about his character and his relationships based on limited evidence. We ALL assumed that the falling out between him and vander was his fault. We ALL assumed that he was this terrible guy even prior to the betrayal or vander. Because we never saw him change, we all though he couldn't change.

Isn't that a bit...sad? Like for us and for him. We genuinely have no idea who he was prior to Vander or prior to the betrayal. We all just assumed the worst from him because it was all we ever got to see. For all we know, the betrayal may have no even been his fault. For all we know, Vander could have been the fucked up one out of the two. We literally have no idea because we never see who he really was.

In a heart to heart he was with Jinx, he tells her "That day, I let a weak man die, and another was reborn." How right he was. We never get to see who this "weak man" was. Silco effectively did kill him.

[velvetwyrme]

ah this is fun!! 🥲 and 😏? most vs least conveniently attractive? I am courious about the side-by side 👀

ask game

oh god. okay. uhhhh most conventionally attractive... how do you define conventionally attractive.......

wait nvm i know one.

Daniel the vampire hunter!!!!! from Shall We Date? Blood in Roses+ which was the first dating sim I ever played! Crucially, he's also a werewolf, so hes got cute lil ears.... !!

i still have a fond place in my heart for him... i'll forever be sad that the game got discontinued and is unplayable now... alas.

anyway, for least conventionally attractive i GOTTA go with Yaridovich from Super Mario RPG Remastered

(plus a bonus of my friends reaction when i told her ehfkfbdkfbekrbtbfkbf)

this is another case of me seeing him and just going "OH NOOOO, I LOVE HIM." he literally shows up as a buncha weird toads at the beginning and is revealed to be... that thing. IT'S HIS FUNNY LITTLE INTRO CG AT THE START OF THE BATTLE. HIS DIALOGUE...

[vinkumakkara]

you don’t understand how fucking long i’ve been here. i never left. i can’t leave

[zero-way-out]

Sleep deprivation is a drug for 19 year old college students who live on campus and are too worried about getting thrown out of the dorms for smoking weed

(its me i was the student using sleep deprivation as a drug)

whoever said all-nighters are exhausting is a liar i'm doing great. i've never felt better in my entire life, the birds are chirping as they welcome me into the gates of morningdom

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than Battle

Been playing Monster Hunter recently and checked to see what my least-played weapon is and found out that I've played shockingly little hammer, so I spent the afternoon beating dragons to death with an exploding healing hammer :D

[swytdoll]

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆!𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [art: @hunnismokah :)]

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮: toji’s bulking and you’re ovulating! how can you keep your hands to yourself when all you want to do is touch? 𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝐸𝒩𝒯 𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢: any color can read<3 size difference (toji has a monster cock ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა), blowjob, female oral, choking, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, cream-pie, explicit language, mirror sex, 69, toji fucks you in a headlock ݁𖥔 ݁˖

BULKING!TOJI who always seems to be wearing the sluttiest clothing. muscle tees that grip his meaty arms enticingly, showing off every curve and bulge of his well-defined biceps. his sweats always seem to hang too low on his hips, revealing a dark happy trail that leads down to his waistband. the fabric clinging to his thick thighs.

BULKING!TOJI who religiously carries a protein shaker with him, even on date nights, because he's serious about his bulking diet. he’s got a variety of protein powders, from chocolate to vanilla, and he loves mixing them with different fruits and oats to keep things interesting.

BULKING!TOJI who loves trying out new high-calorie recipes and often ropes you into cooking massive meals with him. you two have fun experimenting in the kitchen, making everything from giant stacks of protein pancakes to hearty chicken and rice dishes, always ensuring they meet his caloric needs. he’s genuinely grateful. often, hugging you from behind while you cook, placing the sloppiest kisses behind your ears, his tattooed arms coiled around your frame. his gratitude is evident in the way he nuzzles into your neck, whispering sweet nothings about how much he appreciates your efforts. “i love you, y’know that. . .right?”

BULKING!TOJI who’s noticeably chubbier, you like it. really like it, often burying yourself into his pudgy side with a satisfied sigh. “i could die like this.”

BULKING!TOJI who despite his intense workouts, always makes time to cuddle and watch movies, using you as his favorite "recovery" time. he loves resting his head on your lap while you binge-watch your favorite series, feeling your fingers run through his hair as he relaxes. “i hate this scene.”

BULKING!TOJI who gets annoyed and sleeps on the couch when you won’t stop playing with his tits. “you’re so damn annoying.”

BULKING!TOJI who you make sure has a secret stash of snacks in his gym bag for when he needs extra calories on the go. protein bars, nuts, and dried fruits are his go-to, and he always has a little something to munch on between sets or during quick breaks.

have a good workout<3 - signed your amazing beautiful girlfriend

BULKING!TOJI who becomes an expert at meal prepping, and his mini fridge is always stocked with containers of chicken, rice, and veggies. each container meticulously measured to ensure he gets the right amount of protein, carbs, and fats, and he takes pride in his perfectly organized fridge.

BULKING!TOJI who likes wearing your crop tops, flexing in front of the mirror. “take it off! you’re stretching my shit toji.” “no.”

BULKING!TOJI who can’t resist squeezing your face in his bicep, laughing as your chubby cheeks push together. “haha!”

BULKING!TOJI who just throws you over his shoulder during arguments. “i’ll put you down when you’re done being a brat.”

BULKINGTOJI! who thinks it’s dumb as you tie a pink ribbon around his wrist, demanding he stay still. he thinks it’s even dumber when you record it, the video boasting one-million likes on tiktok. “they loveeeeee you!”

BULKING!TOJI who’s entire hand covers your face. jeez, your poor cunt, he thinks.

BULKING!TOJI who can’t help but admire the way your swollen sticky lips suckle at his thick cock, pulling him back in greedily. usually, it’d take some time for him to ease into your tiny hole. but, you were ovulating today and after seeing your boyfriend walking around shirtless with nothing but boxers on, you practically jumped his bones.

BULKING!TOJI who presses all his weight onto you as he fucks your soppy pussy, the pressure in your back dull as he prods into that sweet spot from behind. pale veiny hands pull your cheeks apart, spreading you, revealing your puckering hole. a glob of warm spit followed by his thumb lubricating your asshole has you arching your back in anticipation. “papaaaa,” glossy eyes squeeze shut as he gently sinks his thumb into your asshole, pelvis relentlessly slapping into your sore ass. the sight has his dick twitching, “humph, look so pretty with both holes filled.”

BULKING!TOJI who doesn’t care that you’re overstimulated, rocking his dick into your tight velvety walls at a mean pace. you don’t know how many orgasms the man has yanked from you. “i know baby, doing so good. takin’ all of me like a big girl, fuckkkk.” glazed eyes watching the way you glisten on him as he folds you against the wooden headboard, your legs flush to your chest. “tojiiii,” you whine, he could get drunk off the way you whimper his name. “am i deep baby?” he groans, thick cream building on his base. “mhm!”

BULKING!TOJI who has you in the nastiest headlock, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other forcing you to look into the mirror. you’re a mess, disheveled hair, tear-stained cheeks, swollen lips. the man’s so fucking huge he covers your entire body. “unt, unt. eyes open beautiful.” he sends a particularly deep thrust that has you shivering. slick, slick, slick, a repetitive noise that has him grunting deeply into your ear.

BULKING!TOJI who eats your pussy while you suck his dick. it’s a struggle taking him, drool seeping down your chin as you slurp at the veiny masterpiece. it’s also a struggle to concentrate as he eats you out like a starved man, spitting, slapping, fingering. god, you’re gonna cum again. “cummin!”

BULKING!TOJI who watches as his cum trickles out of your pulsing hole, pushing it back inside with a frown. “stay.”

[caterpillarinacave]

save me Cinnamoroll Build a Bear. save me.

[oreo-creampies]

𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Daddy/mama/brat etc…., overstimulation, breeding/creampie, riding, wall sex, full Nelson, mirror sex, praise/degradation, some mind break/dumbification, mention of a belly bulge (from satoru’s cum and cock), begging, possessive, size kink, squirting, knife play (no blood or cutting)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 my pussy ✨

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Lining Kento up with your sensitive wet little hole. Losing your mind over how thick he is. Too big for your fingers to touch. “My hungry little cock sleeve missed me this much? Barely letting me take my clothes off before your licking the sweat off my cock and trying to take me in your soaking wet cunt.” Messaging your cheeks with his large rough warm hand. Holding your hip, slowly swiping his thumb in small circles.

You can’t get enough of how it feels to be touched by Kento Nanami. His touch is firm, gentle, warm, comforting and exhilarating. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout you non stop daddy!” The pinch in his brow smoothes, a lazy smirk tugging on his slips.

Tightening his grasp on your hip, his thick fingers sinking in your hip’s squishy crease. Kento roughly sliding you down on his fat, veiny cock. “Who am I?” Roughly smacking your ass, once, twice, your cunt clenching on the third.

Firmly grabbing your hips, guiding your tight hot cunt on his cock. Sliding your hand down his rock hard, cheilsted chest. Sinking your nails into his abs when he flexes, the lines deepening. “Tell me or I'm stopping, who’s fucking your tight cunt into a sloppy mess?”

You whine, “Daaaadddy isss! Daddy’s fat cock is stretching my cunt out, reaching so deep. I can feel your veins pulse, the shape of your head, nnnn you’re so deep! Right there daddy please keep bouncing me on your cock! You’re so strong!” Wrapping your arms around Kento when he stands.

Softly tugging on his soft blond hair, scratching his freckled backside. “You’ve been such a beautiful house wife, it due time I make you a mama.” Your cunt throbs, fluttering around him at the thought.

Needing one arm to hold you up, he wraps grabs a handful of your hair. Pulling your head back, looking up into his beautiful face, relaxed in pussy drunken bliss. He croon, “Am I your big strong daddy? Does my beautiful mama love it when I fuck her like a slut?”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

You’re helpless in his firm grasp, your legs pinned by your sides by his muscular arms. Toji’s large hands are clasped behind your head forcing you to look into the vanity mirror. “Look at ya sloppy little cunt, it was so small now it's taking my monster cock like it’s made for it.”

His cock always looks too big to fit, yet your soft squishy cunt takes him perfectly every time. You’re split open in a perfect circle, your puffy lips dragging along his cock when he pulls out. His heavy balls bouncing with each thrusts memorizing.

He gruffily demands, “Who’s slut are are you?” Your cunt flutters around his cock, spasming, gushing thick cum. Squirting all over his bed, some of your slick trickling down soaking his cum filled balls.

His cock head hitting your already aching bruised cervix threatening to do deeper. Could he? Loudly moaning, “Daddy’s! I'm daddy’s slut! Please! Please cum!” He groans, his fat cock’s veins throbbing.

He glides his cock out, “Fuck! Ya daddy’s little slut huh? Keep talkin’ like that and ya gonna make me cum too quickly. N’ after I made sure to jerk off with your panties so I can last longer in your lil super soaker.” Effortlessly sitting up, easing you out of the full Nelson. Holding you up, lining his cock up, gliding himself into your soft, squishy cunt.

Curling your toes, eyes rolling back, jaw dropping. “Too much! Please don't stop wanna be a good girl for Daddy! Please! Cum! Daddy! Please! Cum daaaaadddy!” Attempting to wiggle off Toji’s thick cock, your attempts are a pathetic shifting of your hips.

Toji stands up, fucking his thick, veiny cock into you harder. “Damanding little brat, after I cum I’m taping a vibator to your clit so I can smoke n’ have a drink watchin’ you whine and cum till your lil cunt breaks.” Tightening his grasp on your thigh, grabbing your hair holding your head still.

“Watch daddy fuck his cunt into a gapping cum filled mess.” He groans, looking handsome balls deep in your cunt. His thick arms, broad chest, and muscular thighs, Toji is a massive beautiful man having his way with your cunt.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Tightening his grasp on your neck, pinning your thigh to the wall. Your other leg hooked around Satoru’s waist. “Dont even need to listen to you beg, your cunt is doing it for you. Hear how wet she is? Your little cunt keeps on cumming, soaking n’ gripping my cock.” Your cunt loudly squelches when he glides his long veiny cock in.

“Seems like no matter how much I cum my cock is keeping getting hard again. It’s all your fault. Sending me those sexy pictures and videos of you playing with yourself making my cock and balls ache.” Some of his thick cum is dripping out, your stomach’s bulge grows when he stuffs you with his cock.

Loosening his firm grasp on your neck, grabbing your other thigh. Pinning it and leaning back looking down watching slowly his thrusts down. He croons, “Aw I filled my your little cunt is too full of my cum, it's all dripping out no matter much I fucked it deeper!” He groans, it’s breathy ending in a needy whine.

Barely catching your breath, whimpering “Daddy please! I can't cum anymore!” Rapidly picking up speed with each hard thrust, till he’s moving faster than than the machine he’s gotten to watch you get fucked with.

Leaning in close, grabbing your chin, tilting your head back. His messy white hair falling into his beautiful sky blue eyes you swear have clouds in them. “Oh you can't? That’s too bad my poor little princess will have to keep taking Daddy’s cock in her broken little cunt anyway.” Roughly kissing you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, tasting of sweets and your cunt.

Biting your lip, stopping when you cry, your cunt clenching his sensitive cock. You can feel his veins throbbings, he’s close but that doesn't mean he’s done. Tilting his head back, his beautiful neck covered in lipstick and red hickies he won’t cover.

His jaw drops, he drops his head, pressing his forehead to your’s. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck! You’re getting so tight! Mmmm you’re daddy’s little slut, my beautiful whore. Tell me who I am when I’m fucking your cunt into a sloppy mess.” Leaning back, stroking your clit with his thumb.

“You’re my-my! Nnnn!” You’re too cock drunk to get the words out. Whining, your cunt spamsing the intensity of your sore, sensitive cunt cumming for an unknownth time too much for you.

Satoru croons, “My my what? You said it? Whined it so beautifully it almost made me cum. You’re so fucking adorable, sexy, beautiful and needy, who else better to make me a daddy?”

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Holding a knife to your neck, fucking your your sloppy cunt like he hates you. Suguru’s harsh, quick thrust too intense for your poor sensitive cunt to take. Closing your eyes, “Daaaady nnnn you feelsooogood! You’re cock! Nnnnn you’re!! Ahh!! Daddy!!” He fucks you harder with every word you utter till you’re a whimpering mess.

Dragging the sharp knife’s tip down your neck, between your breasts. Slowly sliding it closer towards your nipple, grabbing your jaw. “I need you to look your daddy in the eyes beautiful, it gets me off seeing the sexy look on your pretty face when you cum, let me see you cum for the tenth time.” You’re so close.

His pierced tongue, his thick fingers and his beautiful fat cock have spoiled you. Swiping the cool knife over your sensitive nipple. “Ahhhnnn dadddy.” You can feel the strong vibrations of your butt plug in your cunt.

His thick, being cock stroking all the right spots. “Squirt on Daddy’s cock.” Gushing on Suguru’s thick cock, soaking his balls hitting your ass. Slick trickling down to the toy pulsing in your other hole. He relentlessly, fucking you through your intense high.

Your mind shattering, eyes rolling back. Suguru groans, “That’s it! Good lil’ cock slut!” His smirking, groaning he knows how beautiful he is.

Holding his long, luscious hair back, thick longs framing his beautiful, angular face. A hungry, cocky smirk on his parted lips, the pink flush of his cheeks. And the loving passion in his warm honey brown eyes.

Tightening his grasp on your hip, stopping your pitiful attempt to run away from Suguru’s cock. “Where you going? Daddy isn't done with you yet, you got me hard for another round now ya gotta be a good girl n’ take it.” Setting the knife aside, grabbing your hair leaning down.

He’s too tall forcing you to look up. Using his weight and his firm grasp on your hip to keep you pinned beneath him. Legs spread for him to beat up your sloppy cunt with his hard cock. You can't believe he is all your’s.

“Nnn I can take it, wanna take daddy’s fat cock, wanna be filled with your warm cum. Please daddy, you didn't fill me up last time. N’ I've been good! Wanna! Wanna feel you cum, please!” Letting his hair go, swiping it to one side to make a thick curtain.

“That’s why you’re daddy’s good girl huh? Nnnnfuckmamafuck tell me who’s gonna make a beautiful mama.” His thick veins pulsing he’s so close.

[fragmentedblade]

I hate that when I look up the "Kalpas" tag here there's me and then there's me again, but on another blog. Fake moustache me

[monstersholygrail]

Your Dragon husband remains knowing little to nothing about human anatomy, even after all this time of being with you. No matter how many times you try and explain it, it just doesn’t seem to get into his thick skull!

So maybe that’s why you aren’t too surprised as your husband ruts furiously inside your hot cunt like he can’t get deep enough inside of you. His big body curled around you protectively while he fucks into you from behind when suddenly a small pout forms on his face.

You watch him curiously as he stretches two fingers all the way up your torso, measuring the length of your tummy till he stops and a bigger pout forms on his face.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask breathlessly, your words broken by your constant moans.

Your Dragon husband growls under his breath and begins kneading at your soft flesh, feeling for his bulge that sticks out from your stomach and proves just how deep he is inside of you. Your skin burns as hot as his fire and you want him deeper. Harder.

As if he can read your mind he starts plowing into you like a dragon possessed. His long tail wraps around you and helps him slam his length as deep as he can reach. It has your toes curling and your eyes crossing.

“How can my seed possibly take root if my cock is taking up all the room inside your walls?” He snarls, fucking into you furiously as if trying to prove his point. You cry out, back arching into him.

His words register through the fog of lust in your head and you almost want to laugh. But then his throbbing angry tip is kissing your cervix and forcing all thoughts from your head.

“T-trust, nnngh!, trust me. Getting in as deep as you are, it’s mmph— gotta take,” you mewl, eyes crossing with the pleasure that washes over you as his cock bullies it’s way deep along your walls.

Your Dragon husband raises a brow at you. His hand unintentionally pressing down harder on his bulge and making your vision flash white with ecstasy. His cock stuffing you so full you feel like you’re about to burst.

“We cannot— ah fuck!— know for certain. So I will, hmm, just have to keep pumping you full of my seed. If any dares to drip out I will simply fill you again,” he snarls, claws pinching at your skin and making you even more unbearably sensitive than before.

Your eyes widen in slight fear of going that long. He may actually break you. But your pussy flutters as if begging for even more of his cum. And as your husband presses down your lower once again, your vision flashes black as you nearly pass out from the intensity of your orgasm.

With a fierce scream you cum all over your husband’s massive cock. He throws his head back in a fiery roar, literally, and slams back into you one more time as he follows suit. Getting in as deep inside you as possible as he releases spurt after spurt of thick hot ropes of cum.

Working you both through your highs he grinds himself against you, acting like a plug. His scales rub at your clit perfectly and send little shocks down your spine. But as your husband glances down between you he curses under his smokey breath.

“Good heavens! Some has already leaked and created a ring around my cock… it seems we will have to go again,” Dragon Husband rasps, his voice practically a growl again. A glint passes his eye that makes you think he meant to do it.

And suddenly you’re wondering if he knows more about human anatomy than you thought…

This is for my collab for the Monster Championship final w/ @monstersflashlight :)

[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men When You Move in with Them

AN: Sorry for anyone who followed for jjk but that phase is over for now people. I am playing LADS and kinda obsessed so I just have to write about it. I'm still finishing main story so let me know if I'm off but this is just fluff for fun. I might just extend my househusband series for LADS bois.

Pairing: Lads boys x fem reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: How do LADS men react to reader moving in with them.

Xavier:

The second you’re out of sight, Xavier is on a mission. Your skincare collection? Compromised. Tiny vials of serums and creams vanish into his hands as he experiments, utterly fascinated by how good you always smell.

Did he scream when he mistook your fake lashes for worms? Yes. Would he ever admit to it? Absolutely not.

So don’t be surprised when your shampoo, conditioner, serums, and lotions start running out at an alarming rate. This other worldly prince will not hesitate.

Zayne:

Zayne, dressed in his eternal black-on-black, will take an unreasonably long time staring at his closet once you move in. Because next to his monochrome fits? Your colorful, glittery clothes. He’s fascinated. Maybe even a little in awe and jealous.

You might even catch him pulling out his secret stash of cardigans from the depths of the void, trying to match your vibe just a little.

Also? He loves watching you do your hair. The man is mesmerized by air wrap, loves running his fingers through freshly curled hair.

And his watch collection? Now proudly displayed next to your jewelry. (He's so cute istg ><)

Sylus:

Does the sudden invasion of cutesy decor completely wreck Sylus’ carefully curated aesthetic? Yes.

Does he resist it? Hell no.

Be it Hello Kitty blankets on his sleek black leather couch or tiny fairy garden decor in his study, Sylus lets your presence take over his space without a fight. A cute blanket is a cute blanket, perfectly good for cuddling.

Also, Mephisto? Number one fan of pecking at your shiny trinkets.

Rafayel:

Your foster kitten loves him.

Rafayel, the man who wants 'nothing to do with cats', suddenly finds himself the chosen one. The second you move in, the tiny gremlin attaches itself to him. Following him from room to room, napping in his studio, demanding attention with its judgmental little eyes.

And despite his dramatic sighs and endless complaints about your “vicious monster,” you know the truth.

Because one day, you catch Rafayel casually working while the kitten sleeps in his lap. And before he can argue, you adopt the little guy permanently.

(Oh, and you get another cat for yourself, because fair is fair.)

Caleb:

Caleb owns a ridiculous amount of tactical gear. More than you, even.

But never in his life did he think he’d see a penguin-themed holster.

Yes, he was aware of your growing plushie empire. No, he did not expect the theme to continue onto scabbards and grips.

And yet, here you are. And here he is. In awe.

Does he judge? Not at all. Does he join in? Absolutely.

He now owns matching sock complementary to your gear aesthetics.

Colonel in the streets, pookie in the sheets.