#yes this is a silent hill 2 reference

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Error 404: Spin-off – Pt.2

Summary: A LADS self-aware!AU featuring Sylus and a player. Sylus went ahead and got himself mortalized, what a chad. (That’s it, that’s the plot.) Tags: player!reader x sylus, fem!reader x sylus, reader x lads, self-aware!au, strong language, fluff, cw: smut ahead TL;DR for those of you who don’t want to read The Smut™ (which is valid, have a nice day): They make sweet, graphic love for the first time. To the tune of Like A Prayer by Madonna because I said so.

(main series) - Pt. 1 - Pt. 2

You’ve been hyping yourself up for the past two hours and twenty-three minutes. 

There’s nothing especially sexy about pacing laps across your fifty-something-square-meter studio – enough to burn holes through the floorboards – while wrapped in a duck-mustard bathrobe, hydrogel collagen patches slapped under your eyes. But there you are, with your hands clasped behind your back like some old-ass, tenured AP teacher ten years past retirement age, restlessly checking your reflection in the smudged vanity mirror every other round. 

You even lit the candle you bought at some fancy boutique downtown. It's that serious. You’re smelling frankincense fire and notes of tuberose in the thick of your current self-made, self-deprecating meltdown.

You’re being dumb, you know this. Your head’s crammed full of inane, shallow shit about your physical appearance, and it's as infuriating as it is true.

Like the way your upper arms are disproportionately large for your body. The unsightly pudginess of your back that folds weird when you sit. The cursed belly pooch. Your buttne. 

It’s irrational, and frankly fucking ridiculous.

It’s not like he hasn’t seen all of it before. This sad spiralling is pointless, idiotic—woefully reminiscent of how you got when you first showed him that slinky party dress you bought for your friend’s birthday ages ago. And look how that turned out, right?

Tonight, you swear. Tonight.

(You’re not ready.)

(No–you are.)

(Ugh.)

You don’t even understand why it’s so nerve-wracking to you; the thought of finally being properly intimate with Sylus. 

In every sense of the word. 

In the most physical sense.

There’s no real reason to feel like this. Not anymore, at least. No grounds for it, apart from being overtaken by a myriad of insecurities you thought you were already way past.

It’s not that you don’t want to. You do. Ohh, you do.

Granted, he’s never pushed anything beyond his usual... Sylusness. That is to say, he flirts in this sort of offhand, playful manner, but more to make you blush and sweat (adorably, he tells you, with that ever-present fond look in his eye) than with any real intention of taking it further. Just skirting the line you haven’t implicitly drawn, but one he doesn’t attempt to cross without your express permission. 

Never enough to make you run for the hills. The ball has always been on your court. 

Mostly. 

Unbidden, your mind drifts to all the times you’ve dodged said… flirting. 

You were on your tiptoes, reaching for the cornmeal flour on the top shelf. 

He stepped in from behind you, a solid wall of muscle at your back while his arm slid past yours.

"You're so tall, Sy," you commented, definitely not swooning. “You weren’t this tall back then, were you? Or did they just lie about your height?” You knew it. 

Sylus chuckled as he handed you the box. “I did get slightly taller, yes.”

“Woah, how much?”

There was a loaded pause. 

“I’ve gained,” he started, sliding his tongue along the edge of his upper canine—a thoughtful drag, like he was weighting the words carefully before uttering: “five inches.”

You blinked. “Huh? But weren’t you already, like, six-two or something? That means you only shot up to, like, three…”

You trailed off. 

Oh.

You didn’t look down at what he was referring to. You refused to look down. 

The sexual deviant in front of you seemed to be holding back a smile.

You turned away silently, pretending to busy yourself with sorting out the ingredients for breakfast scones. Because acknowledging it might earn you a visual demonstration, and it’s too damn early in the morning for any of that. 

And just yesterday—

He walked in on you while you were busy trying to ballpark the length of polyester liner you’ll need for the kitchen drawer. 

“Need help over there, sweetie?”

You turned to face him, hands up, holding an invisible measurement between your palms. “Is this eight inches?”

A beat.

He strolled over, casual as anything, and nudged your hands a little farther apart.

You squinted at the space between them. “You’re, uh, sure?”

“Yes,” Sylus replied dryly, voice low and calm. “I’m sure.”

“... And just to be clear, this confidence strictly comes from being good with numbers, right?”

 He raised a brow. “That too.”

Not to mention, of course, when the two of you were out grocery shopping—

“Your hand’s huge,” you muttered, mostly to yourself.

He glanced at his hand. Then at you.

“Don’t,” you warned tiredly. 

“What?” 

“I know that look. Whatever you’re about to say– don’t.”

Sylus sighed patronisingly. “You give me lines like that and then expect me to behave?”

"Can you please just grab the avocados."

…

Alright. 

Apart from a series of less-than-innocuous innuendos about his penis, he’s been so, so patient with you. Really. 

Always content to wait – yes, granted, within the borders of his incorrigible teasing – like he’d be perfectly fine if the two of you did nothing else for the rest of his truncated existence but exchange loaded glances and suggestive back-and-forths. Always with that look in his eyes, as if to say: whenever you’re ready. Only when you say the word.

Well. Now you’re saying the word. 

Kind of. You’re whispering it to yourself in the mirror like you’re chanting some long-winded incantation—and then backing out halfway, because, well, what if it’s not enough? What if he sees you, the entire package, not through a screen where every imperfection gets softened by your (outdated) phone’s inability to register every flaw, but the full, clear-cut image of your total averageness?

What if, now that he sees it in actual hi-def, he decides that maybe the mystery was better?

But then you remember the way he looks at you—as if you’ve hung the moon yourself; constantly gazing so deeply into your eyes as though the questions of the universe are in them and have left him quite starstruck—and you think, screw it. 

Maybe tonight is the night. 

…But what if–

Before you can do another sorry round of second-guessing and psyche yourself out further, the front door opens unexpectedly. 

The catalyst of your emotional turmoil pauses at the doorway as he catches sight of the lit candle in the corner of the room, the wet towel slung haphazardly on the back of a chair, and the wide-eyed picture of you wrapped up in a fluffy, yellow robe.

You freeze. 

He blinks curiously before his lips curve into an amused smile. 

“Pretty little baby,” he murmurs, with no small amount of adoration, before ambling in and unloading two paper bags and a manila envelope down on the end counter to his left, never once taking his eyes off you. “I didn’t realize today was a spa day, poppet. Should I grab a robe? Or are you offering to share?”

Spa da– oh.

Embarrassed, you quickly rip off the eye masks from your face. “Hi!” you blurt, a tad too bright, rocking back on your heels before nervously folding your arms across your chest. “I–I thought you’d be out longer. You said you wouldn’t be home ’til, um, past nine?”

“Things wrapped up rather quickly,” he admits, glancing at the wall clock that reads 7:14. “I am sorry for missing dinner, kitten.” There’s genuine remorse in his voice as he says this. “Did you like the salmon orzo I left for you?”

“Oh. Yeah! I did. It was, um– it was really good,” you lie through a too-wide grin, willing yourself to relax. “Thanks, Sy. D’you want me to heat some up for you?”

“…No need, sweetie,” Sylus responds after a brief pause, scrutinizing the way you're fidgeting. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Huh? Yeah, ‘f course.” You make a beeline to the fridge, taking a few deep breaths before pulling out a bottle of red you’d stuck in the chiller less than an hour ago. “How was your day?” you ask cheerily. “A drink sounds... really good right now, doesn’t it? Do you want–I mean. How about a nightcap?” What, at seven in the evening? 

Great start.

Okay. Don’t freak out. You can still turn this around. You’re a cool girl! And cool girls are hot, brilliant, and funny. Cool girls don’t lose their nerves, yeah? They just smile in chagrined ways, love video games, and ana– okay, stop. Stop. Pack it up, Amy Dunne. What is wrong with you. 

“How about you tell me what’s got you all flustered, hm?”

You yelp involuntarily; nearly dropping the bottle as Sylus materialises behind you, quiet as a ghost. He’s got to stop doing that.

“There aren’t any dirty dishes in the sink, and you’re jumpier than usual,” he adds calmly, plucking the bottle of bordeaux from your hands. He turns you around by the hip, and you’re forced to meet his cool, assessing gaze. “Why are you lying, little dove?”

How do you even answer that? 

Look, Sy, I don’t want to eat because there are fucking bats in my stomach, and I’m actually this close to puking my guts out right now. You’re so handsome, sometimes it physically hurts to look at you. Also, I’d really rather not add bloating to the long list of shit I’m already dealing with before I make the pathetic attempt at seducing you?

You can’t.

So instead, you glance down, mumbling out an: “I’m just full, ’s all.”

Sylus hums, unconvinced. 

He tilts your chin with a light touch, coaxing your eyes back to his. 

“Do you want to try again?” he murmurs.

You bite your tongue and shut your eyes, inhaling sharply. Fuck it. 

Sylus is caught off-guard when you yank him down by the lapel collar without warning. He barely gets the chance to react before your mouth crashes into his, the kiss landing hard – messy in a way that makes your stomach flip in its own volition.

He grunts into it, startled, hands coming up to hold your jaw, steadying you. 

And the next thing you know, he’s kissing you back—deeper now. Hungrier. 

His grip shifts; one hand roughly slides to the base of your skull, holding you in place as his teeth catch on your bottom lip, tugging at the soft flesh with just enough roughness that has your fingers curling tight into the smooth fabric of his leather jacket. 

A tiny moan escapes your mouth, reverberating into his. Sylus greedily swallows it down.  

A thin string connects you to him even as he pulls back, very reluctantly, straying no further than a few centimeters. It’s close enough that you can feel the breath ghosting over your lips become shorter, and you know the threadbare restraint he’s exercising comes from a place of concern. Valid, you suppose, given your sudden shift in mood… or at least from where he’s standing.

You think you love him all the more for it, but you’d rather not lose momentum or your nerve, so you don’t wait for doubt to creep in before shrugging off your bathrobe.

Whatever he’s about to say dies in his throat as Sylus takes in the criminally short, lacy babydoll you've donned. In a very familiar shade of red. 

His lips part—slowly, almost unconsciously—as his gaze falls lower, down to the matching cherry thigh-highs hugging your skin in a sweet chokehold. A trap designed for his downfall, of that he has no doubt about. And far more effective than any trick in the book, more than anything he’s ever encountered in his dreadfully long existence. 

A delectable prison crafted by your own hand, one he has absolutely no desire to escape from.

You look like something he’s only ever dared to entertain in his dirtier daydreams. And something in his chest builds—something torrid, almost animal in its intensity.

You see the moment it clicks, and you can’t help but anxiously watch the way Sylus’ expression darkens.

“Surprise,” you grin bashfully, heat rushing to your cheeks as his eyes rake over you. 

You feel vulnerable in your current state of undress, the almost indecent way you’re exposed. And yet, paradoxically, there’s something addictive in the way he’s drinking you in – the way the grey in his eyes melts into something molten, something far too licentious. It leaves you light-headed. 

He groans, burying his head into the crook of your shoulder—like he can’t help it, like he’s helpless to the call of you—as his mouth finds your neck. 

He trails wet, open-mouthed kisses along the skin’s surface, each one branding you hotter than the last. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

You whimper, clinging to him, arms wrapping tighter as he keeps planting searing kisses over the curve of your throat. “Y-you like it?”

Sylus growls, the sound abrasive enough to make you shiver. “Do I like it?” he echoes, incredulous, borderline manic that you even dared to ask. 

He pulls you in tighter, like a vice—his arms locking around you as if to virtually eradicate every inch of space left between your bodies. “You truly have no idea, do you?”

And then he claims your mouth again, urgent and consuming.

You feel the descent, the slow loss of control. Each kiss grows deeper, filthier than the last, like he’s been starving for this. For you. His hands roam, mapping the expanse of bare skin as something venerated, and your shallow gasps get significantly shakier with each passing second. 

He grinds the rigid proof of his desire against your stomach, and it rocks you—this visceral jolt of lust, curling hot and tight in your abdomen, lighting up your nerves like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your breath hitches. It all rushes through you so fast it’s dizzying. 

Amidst the throes of passion, you feel the smallest flicker of fear. 

And maybe he senses it too. 

Just as things threaten to tip over the edge, Sylus gently stops you. 

Breathing raggedly, he shuts his eyes and presses his lips to your forehead, taking the time to gather what little’s left of his composure. You make a sound of protest, but he hushes you with a gentle peck on the nose.  

When he pulls back, there’s a soft, searching look in his eyes. 

“I– are you sure?” he murmurs, his thumb brushing along your cheek. “There’s no pressure to take it any further than this. Not if you aren't quite ready yet, my love.” 

He peppers light, fluttering kisses across your face. “I’ve waited this long just to have you near,” he says. “I’d wait twice as long, if that’s what you need.”

And you know he means it. You see it in the way he looks at you now, and in all the ways he’s shown it before. He’s waited, waited through everything—for this. And the fact that he’s still waiting now, waiting on you, not on something he has to fight fate tooth and nail for, makes him so deliriously happy, he’d willingly do it for another lifetime. 

Because he already has this. He already has you.

But that’s just it, isn’t it? You two have been waiting for so long now. Both of you, with desire brewing beneath your skin, begging to be let out. To consummate your love, in the most physical sense of the word. And now that he’s here, present in your world, the only thing standing in the way is your own damn mind.

“Yes,” you whisper against his lips. “I want this. I want you.”

Sylus makes a guttural noise at your quiet admission, raw and near reverent. It shoots fire straight up your spine, and you feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears, loud enough to drown everything else. 

He cradles your face, tilting your head back to draw you into another mind-numbing kiss. It grows frantic, more feverish; almost as if he’s chasing the very breath from your lungs, like he���s trying to siphon your love straight from the source. To take every part of you, selfishly, for himself. 

Before he can carry you to bed, you place a shaky hand on his chest. 

He halts immediately, whatever he was about to do suspended in an instant. His gaze flicks to yours—questioning, and a little worried. Clouded with remnants of his desperation. 

You look up at him, vulnerable. “C-can you… please turn off the lights?”

Absolutely not, Sylus almost refutes. Body tensing with the force of his knee-jerk reaction, his vehemence palpable in the resounding silence that comes after.

He knows why you asked. Wants nothing more than to expel that poisonous insecurity, to rip it from your mind entirely, for ever tainting the way you see yourself. He wants to tell you—no, make you feel—that every soft curve, every uneven texture, every patch of discoloration and dip of skin you deem flawed is something that drives him absolutely mad with need. 

It’s so painfully, achingly human, and each of these so-called imperfections is proof. Can’t you see? 

It’s his proof that you’re real—and that he’s real with you. There’s no clearer evidence of his own humanity than this; along with the desire coursing hot and relentless through his veins, the way he wants you this much, gods damn him–

But you’re looking at him so pleadingly, and your comfort takes precedence over everything else. Far more than his own selfish desires. He has all the time in the world to help you see yourself the way he does after all, to brand it into you until it’s etched deep into your soul.

Without a word, he turns off the lights. Leaving only the soft glow of the mid-sized lava lamp he flicks on at the end table.

In the cast of mellow firelight and dim incandescence from the four-wick candle near the foot of the bed, you bloom—golden, almost ephemeral, like a spectre of the night. He’s lucky, in a way. Though not as sharp as they once were, some of his vision’s sensitivity in the dark remains intact. Just enough to drink you in, in your full, timid glory.

For a fraction of a second, he’s taken back to the very first moment he gained sentience; that first shocking, liberating instant when the code began to blur, a rupture in his universe… and then there was you.

You, cosmically different and alive in a way nothing else had ever been. His personal angel, streaking fire across his starless night, cutting clean through the cold void of his existence. You delivered him, dragged him out a vapid loop of predetermined responses and glass screens, from a life that had never truly been a life at all. How he loves you. Nothing rings truer than this. 

You fall into bed with him. Unlike any of the previous nights where you’d only tangled in teasing limbs and much subtler touches, this one seems to crackle, heavy with intent.

Sylus unwraps you like a present. He slides the delicate fabric over your head, revealing your breasts to the cloying air. 

Your nipples pucker up instantly, and he exhales sharply at the sight. 

Next comes your underwear. He hooks his fingers through the waistband and peels it down slowly, until you’re stripped bare—save for the sheer stockings he’s already gotten absurdly attached to.

He makes quick work of his own clothes. You help him tug off his shirt and undo the button of his jeans, pushing them down together with his boxers. His cock springs free—impossibly thick and flushed an angry red. Gorgeous as it is terrifying compared to the span of your hand, heavy in your palm as you gingerly wrap your fingers around it. 

You brush a curious thumb over the leaking tip.

Sylus hisses through his teeth, hips jerking slightly. “Careful,” he mutters, voice strained. 

You can’t help but giggle nervously. He huffs out an amused breath. 

He rolls you over, caging you in beneath him, skin to bare skin. Even in the dim light, there’s no mistaking the ardour rolling off him in waves. You feel him twitch against your stomach, making you clench down around nothing in response.

A heady rush of anticipation floods your veins, threaded with excitement… and the tiniest hint of trepidation.

Then he touches you. Sylus moves like a pious man; driven by sordid fervor, nothing short of devotion. His fingers glide along the fat of your hip, the gentle dips of your ribcage, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Then up, up—featherlight, until they cup your breast. 

He strokes a stiff, pebbled peak with the pad of his thumb in a slow, rhythmic motion that has you writhing beneath him.

“You’ve no idea,” he whispers reverently, “how much I’ve longed for you. To finally be able to hold you, to have you like this. My light. My heart.”

You shudder under his ministrations, from the worship in his voice. His mouth meets yours again—tender this time, coaxing. Like he’s drinking in your pleasure, savoring the way you tremble for him. His body a solid mass on top of you, grounding you in a way nothing else ever has.

His hand slides lower, skimming over your belly before slipping between your thighs. And when he reaches your folds—already slick with want—you gasp, feeling a long finger sink inside.

He groans with you, from the immediate way your walls clamp tight around the digit. Another one follows, and you bite down hard on his lip to keep from crying out at the intrusion. His breathing gets hard, and his tongue runs along the teeth digging into him, gently prying it off so he can gain entrance to your mouth again, hungry for more.

His fingers keep working you open, fueled by your soft keens. Each timed thrust draws a whimper from your throat, another ripple from your cunt. It doesn’t take too long until you’re completely drenched, soaking him thoroughly with your arousal. 

It drips down his hand—past his knuckles, past his wrist, down the corded line of his forearm. You make for an extremely obscene sight, and he’s never been this fucking hard in his life. 

“Messy little thing,” Sylus teases, a glint in his eye. 

“S-Sy,” you hiccup, lashes lined with tears as you blink up at him desperately.  “I–I wanna—”

He shushes you gently, like he already knows what you need. 

His eyes flutter shut as he leans in close, and just breathes you in. He doesn’t stop, not even when you begin to squirm against his chest, pawing, clawing—trying to escape the rising pressure that threatens to break you.

Sylus smiles fondly at your weak attempts. Then curls his fingers upwards. 

It's a sharp, deliberate drag; stimulating that particularly swollen, spongy spot with a firm rub. 

You let out a scream. Body locking up, legs shaking as your thighs squeeze helplessly around the hand that’s tirelessly fucking you to the point of ruin.

He does it again, and again. Merciless, unrelenting strokes that have you pleading for mercy. At that point, you’ve dug your nails deep into his arms, into the mattress, into anything you can hold onto.

“Right there, poppet?” he coos, eyes glued to your scrunched-up face. “There you go. Such a good girl.”

Beautiful. Mine. His touch says it louder than words.

Yours. You never speak it aloud, but he hears it clearly in the way your body answers. In the arch of your back as you chant his name over and over. In the choked little sob that leaves your throat while your cunt pulses around his fingers. In the way you carve half-moons into his skin as your orgasm rips violently through you, nothing close to anything you’ve ever felt before him.

He doesn’t stop until you’re completely spent, your fluttering hole finally softening its grip. 

Sylus waits patiently, until he’s certain that he’s wrung you out to the last drop. Only then does he slow, withdrawing his fingers from your oversensitized heat with a wet squelch that has you blushing even redder than you already are.

“So good for me,” he hums adoringly, voice like gravel—like it’s him who’s come undone.

You sniffle, blinking through the haze, reaching out instinctively for comfort. He comes without resistance, folding into your embrace as you pull him close, tucking himself into the cradle of your body.

He licks the sweat from your temple–something quite primal in the gesture—then nuzzles into you, content. He stays there, anchored to your chest like nothing else in the world matters. Just your thundering heartbeat, and the fact that he gets to feel it this close.

Your heart is still pounding. His lips ghost over it, over your collarbone, over the hollow of your throat.

“I’m ready,” you tell him softly. 

Sylus pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes a dark maelstrom. You nod. 

He moves without preamble, carefully lifting your legs and guiding your feet to rest over the curve of his shoulders. His hands slip beneath your thighs, thumbs spreading you wide open. You’re quivering, a little sore from the aftermath of your last orgasm, yet your cunt aches for him. 

In the amber light, you feel painfully exposed. There’s nowhere to hide.

“Look at you,” he curses, voice low and wrecked as he takes in your glistening folds. “My gorgeous sweetheart.”

You squirm under his hands, hips canting up without thinking. You need him. It’s ridiculous how much you do.

“Please,” you rasp pitifully, past the point of shame. “Please.”

You don’t even know what you’re begging for. You just need more of him. Need him closer, deeper. Inside.

“Okay,” he soothes. “Okay, baby.” 

Sylus presses a lingering kiss to your calf, then leans over to the drawer by the bed. You watch through dazed eyes as he opens it and grabs a condom—tearing it open with his teeth, slipping it on with steady, unhurried ease. Then he’s there again, slotted between your legs, finally pressing the blunt head of his cock to your dripping entrance.

The contact alone makes you twitch, breath catching in your throat.

“You're ready?” he asks one last time. 

You nod shakily. He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, guiding himself with one hand as he slowly begins to push in.

The stretch is instant. An overwhelming feeling of being completely filled knocks the air out of your lungs. 

You whimper, your pussy contracting and spasming around him as he slowly feeds you his punishing length, inch by inch.

“F-fuck,” you weep. “Big. You’re so–”

“I know, sweet girl. I know,” he breathes, voice strained. “You’re taking me so well. Just relax for me, hm?”

Sylus pauses halfway in, jaw clenching from the way your cunt is gripping him. It’s a tight fit, and he has to close his eyes for a brief moment to keep himself from losing his bearings. 

He pulls out slightly, making you whine at the sudden loss, only to thrust back in. Deeper this time. The angle shifts, and you feel him rub against that tender spot once more—and suddenly, it’s too much. 

A fresh wave of wetness gushes out of you. He does this several more times, spearing you in slow, deliberate strokes that build and build, stirring your insides with mind-numbing precision. 

You can hear the almost pornographic sound of your arousal wetting his shaft as he works you open. Until you’re both drenched in your slick, and he’s gotten you prepped enough to take him entirely. 

Your breath stutters when he finally bottoms out. He stills, trembling above you.

“You alright?” Sylus murmurs, voice rough, pressed close to your ear. “Tell me how you’re doing, sweetheart.”

You give him a small nod, barely able to speak. “Y-yes. Just really full.”

A pause. His lips graze your temple. “Too much?”

“No,” you mumble. “Just... don’t move yet, okay?”

He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek—a soft, comforting gesture. “We’ll take it slow. I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

You feel everything. Every pulse. Every twitch of his throbbing cock inside you. It’s overwhelming, and you want more. 

You give him the go-ahead after a few short inhales, and that’s the only confirmation he needs before he starts moving.

He keeps a steady pace at first, hips snapping forward and out. The embarrassingly loud slap of skin-on-skin echoes with every thrust, his pelvis colliding with yours in relentless strokes, and it sounds utterly vulgar in the quiet room. 

You cry out when he grinds into a particularly deep spot, his swollen tip nudging the front of your cervix—just shy of painful. “Ah!” 

Sylus stops. “Hurts?” 

“I–I don’t know,” you whimper. 

His hand smooths over the crease of your hip, thumb moving in slow, soothing circles. “You have to tell me if it does,” he says, voice tender. “I want you feeling everything, but not if it hurts.”

He starts again, a touch gentler—but it doesn’t take long before he’s resumed his earlier pace, back to testing the limits of what your body can handle. Each thrust presses up into your belly, and you swear you see it bulge against your stomach, even though you know it’s practically impossible for him to do so.

You’re nearly folded in half, legs pinned near your ears, both your bodies flushed from exertion. He doesn’t let up. Keeps pistoning into you, over and over, like he’s chasing something just barely out of reach.

Sylus grunts, one arm braced against the headboard above your head, the other gripping your waist like a lifeline. He’s holding back. You can feel it in the barely-contained edge of his movements, the way he tries to muffle the sounds slipping past his mouth. Fighting off the urge to spill his load into your tight channel prematurely.

You’d have to forgive him for his lack of... restraint. He’s never entertained a soft body to lay with upon the miracle of you, never wanted anyone else since. And now that you’re here, spread open beneath him like temptation incarnate, he’s channelling years and years of infamous self-control just to stop himself from fucking you like a man possessed.

At least, for your first time.

There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

His hand reaches out to touch your face. His knuckles drag across your cheek, trembling, then press insistently at your mouth. There’s something urgent in the motion, as if he’s desperate for something to ground him. 

You blearily look up. There’s a silent plea in his eyes. 

Without thinking, you clamp down, biting hard into the knuckle of his middle finger.

The reaction is immediate; his whole body jolts, cock twitching deep inside you. The sharp pain cuts through the haze clouding his head, giving him a fleeting moment of clarity from the maddening way your pussy’s sucking him in, but at the same time—

He’s panting now, hips moving with a frenzied rhythm, each thrust sloppier than the last. Your teeth leave crescent indentations in his skin, and still he doesn’t pull away. If anything, it drives him further. He’s digging in deeper, like he’s trying to carve himself into you. The need to claim, to consume, to ruin… it thrums loud in his blood, nothing short of primal.

You’re getting closer to the edge. It’s building hot and fast in your belly, like an overworked machine about to explode. The tension coils tighter from the relentless way he’s ramming in and out. It ricochets down your spine, sending sparks across every nerve ending.

You feel Sylus’ other hand sliding down, and your body tenses. 

His thumb finds your swollen clit. He rubs fast, firm circles over the sensitive nub, just the way you do it, the way you like it.

(It amazes you just how much he remembers—from all those late-night trysts, when he could only watch you touch yourself from across a screen.)

“Fuck,” he swears. “Fuck. You’re divine.”

“Hah–h-ah,” you pant, eyes screwing shut. “S-Sylus, I’m–!”

“You’re gonna come for me, sweetie?” he growls, voice hoarse. “Cum. Let me feel you.”

With that, you break.

It rips through you, intense as a flashfire, searing you from inside out. 

A strangled sob tears from your throat as your feet kick at him uselessly, pushing at his clavicle while your orgasm overtakes you. 

(It’s blinding. The strongest you’ve ever had in your life.) 

Sylus groans, sharp and undulated, paying no heed to your flailing limbs. Your pussy milks him so hard that the curses he’s been biting back slip past his mouth with a vengeance. The hand still shoved between your teeth is now drenched in your spit and bitten raw. 

You’re still gnawing at it, looking up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes, and something in him snaps. 

His face contorts, brows knitting together as he breathes labourously. He pounds into you hard, driving you further into the mattress, chasing your high, chasing his. He’s barely holding on now, lost in the way you’re suffocating his cock. 

His hips start to stutter, starting to fall apart himself, overwhelmed by how tight and wet and perfect you feel.

“C-come?” You plead, eyes glazed with a distinct sheen as you blink up at him pathetically, wanting nothing else but to have him cum inside you. “Please come in me. Please, I want it.” 

Sylus fucking loses it. 

You feel his whole body stiffen. And the next thing you know, he’s plunging himself deep into your core—one last thrust that knocks you hard enough to make you see stars, and he’s coming, he’s coming– 

His cock jerks inside you, buried to the hilt as he shoots rope after rope of his thick, hot seed. The thought alone careens you towards your third climax, tipping you once more over the deep-end without warning. 

You hear a high, keening noise. Belatedly, you realize that the sound is coming from you. 

You’re feebly scratching at Sylus’ forearms, scrambling for something to anchor yourself as the waves of exhilarating pleasure hit you a third time. You cling to him like a buoy, your body shaking, your world narrowed down into a single pinpoint. There’s nothing else—just the feeling of him pulsing inside you.

Strong arms pull you close as you crest, catching you as you crash back down to Earth; ears still ringing, both your breaths harsh amidst the sudden silence.

The room is tranquil in the wake of your lovemaking, save for your gasps and the soft thudding of two hearts trying to slow down. Your limbs feel heavy, boneless, as though your entire body’s been through the wringer. And everything feels so incredibly right, so indescribably perfect in that moment that your chest aches with the weight of it.

“I love you,” you say quietly. “I love you, Sylus.” And with every ounce of sincerity, you whisper, “Thank you.”

Thank you for not giving up. Thank you for finding a way. 

Thank you for loving me the way you do.

“Oh, my love…” he breathes, gathering you in a tighter embrace. Sylus presses a soft kiss to your damp temple. “Nothing in the world is more precious to me than you.”

Another kiss, this time to your cheek. Tender as the night is still. “I love you. More than you know.”

He shows it to you once, then again—and again, and again through the night, until you’re washed up in ecstasy, pliant and utterly spent. Until the lines between your body and his vanish and disappear, and you can no longer tell where you end and he begins. - - -

And when morning comes around, you wake before him—a first since he’s laid with you. Your muscles ache, and the air still smells faintly of candlewax and sex. When you roll over, you find him lying on his side, one hand curled near his face, strands of dark hair falling across his closed eyes.

For a while, you just watch him breathe. Trace the rise and fall of his chest with your mind, branding it to memory. 

You curl closer to the space beside him, cheek against the beating of his heart, never imagining yours could feel this full. 

End A/N: Writing smut is tiring business, I fear. There's only so much you can compare a cock to without making it comical. I'm never being this descriptive about an orgasm ever again lmao Tagging: @xxfaithlynxx @browneyedgirl22 @yournextdoorhousewitch @sunsethw4 @stxrrielle @mangooes @hrts4hanniehae @buggs-1 @michiluvddr @ssetsuka @imm0rtalbutterfly @the-golden-jhope @beomluvrr @bookfreakk @ally-the-artistic-turtle @sapphic-daze @sarahthemage @cchiiwinkle @madam8 @slownoise @raendarkfaerie @sylusdarling @luminaaaz @greeenbeean @vvhira @issamomma @blueberrysquire @lovely-hani @fiyori @peachystea @aeanya @sylus-crow @queen-serena88 @xthefuckerysquaredx @rayvensblog @poptrim @goldenbirdiee @amerti @angstylittleb1tch @reiofsuns2001 @j4mergy @touya-apologist @gladiolus-mamacitia @btszn @wrimaira @writingmyladsdelusions @borkunlimited @magnoliaswriteatsunset @longlivedelusion @beesin03

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Mary Elizabeth McGlynn - Room of Angel 2004

Silent Hill 4: The Room is a 2004 survival horror game developed by Team Silent, a group in Konami Computer Entertainment Tokyo, and published by Konami. The fourth installment in the Silent Hill series, the game was released in Japan in June and in North America and Europe in September, for PlayStation 2, Xbox, and Windows. Its soundtrack was released alongside the game in 2004. It was composed by Akira Yamaoka with lyrics written by Joe Romersa and series writer Hiroyuki Owaku, and sung by Mary Elizabeth McGlynn. The Japanese version featured a second disc containing music by series composer Akira Yamaoka played along to the reading of traditional Japanese stories.

"Room of Angel" plays during the start-menu sequence when the screen is left idle, during the opening credits (albeit with no lyrics), and during Cynthia Velasquez's death scene. Some of the lyrics seem to relate to Cynthia, while others refer directly to Walter Sullivan's relationship with Room 302 - his "mother" - and his absent biological parents. The song also plays at the end of a 16-minute preview of "Inescapable Rain in Yoshiwara", the ghost story included with the Japanese release of the game's soundtrack.

"Room of Angel" received a total of 67,1% yes votes!

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"Nothing, just (Y/N)"

(Pyramid Head(s) x GN! Reader NSFW)

Minors do NOT interact!

Summary: wondering through abandoned semi-ruined places is great to hide and get lost, and in your case the latest happened. But don't worry! Because you were lucky enough to bump into your lover... Or not. Whoever, or whatever this is, it really looks like your monster, yet it's different at the same time... Huh, I wonder what will happen when these two do meet face to face... Huh, I wonder what verdict awaits you.

Warnings: non-con touches at first, brief mentions of nipple play, oral (Pyra receiving), references to double penetrations (but you can interpretate it differently since the reader is gender neutral).

Word Count: 3.9k

This idea popped up after I remembered that Pyramid Head has two different designs (one that appears in DBD and Silent Hill 2, and the other one from the movie and Silent Hill Homecoming, y'know where he has a more pointy helmet and exposed torso)

I usually describe the DBD/original version (though my dummy self been using gifs with the other design hashsha). But still, why don't we present our lil' (Y/N) the other one? 🤭

They’re lost. (Y/N) let out a long tired sigh as they keep walking through the long dark hallway of what appears to be a school.

They begin to regret their decision of going deeper, it probably would’ve been smarter to just chill in one of the classes until the ‘newcomers’ leave the area, buut… Uh, last time they hid in a room they ended up kidnapped by the group they tried to avoid so yeah… Not really a fan to repeat that experience.

The school was dead silent most of the time, apart from the sound of their footsteps or the occasional shuffle or hiss from a Creeper. For anyone new, this would be an unnerving place, but for (Y/N)? Oh they’re chilling with the peace n’ quiet around them. Sure, silence is not always associated with safety and there is always the possibility of something lurking in the dark and waiting for the perfect moment to attack. But in (Y/N)’s case it’s not possible, no creature is dumb enough to even get close to them, not to mention hurting. They can’t help but to chuckle to themselves, they’ve been in this place for quite a while, probably months, maybe even a year! Or two? And no matter how much time passed or will pass, they still can’t believe the fact that one of the most fearsome creatures of Silent Hill took them under his wing, keeping them safe and making them feel something more than just a piece of flesh to use or kill.

Sigh, they probably have the dumbest lovesick face they’ve ever made, like some teenager thinking about his crush, but can you really blame them? Who the hell wouldn’t get all giddy with a creature like Pyra? And speaking of him, they probably should find an exit faster before he gets tired of looking for them and just tanks his way through the building-.

Or maybe not, because the sound of metal scraping the old tiled floor of the school and the erratic heavy footsteps resonated from one of the hallways. Huh, each day they start to believe that they somehow summon Pyra just by thinking about him for long enough.

With a little smile (Y/N) makes their way towards the sounds, happy to have their lover back with them after him completing his hunt and punishment.

–”Hey big guy! Sorry for the trouble of having to look for me in here. Just wanted to avoid the incident from the last ti- ”–

(Y/N)’s voice died and they froze in place when they met the source of the sound. Yes, it was the known pyramid headed beast, but… It wasn’t their pyramid headed beast, it wasn’t Pyra.

The monster in front of them was different; his vest, which appeared to be stitched,  was only covering everything below the waist, leaving the torso completely exposed. The helmet was different too, it was more… Pointy? The edges were sharper and the shape was more triangular and detailed with additional metallic pieces.

This other beast and (Y/N) remain completely still, staring at each other in heavy silence, the monster’s metallic breathing being the only audible thing. (Y/N) gulps nervously, both confused and afraid. What the… Who is this creature?! Why does it look almost like Pyra?! Is this another executioner? Wasn’t Pyra the only one? Are there more monsters like him? Then why did they never see it before?!

Their internal freak out paused then the other beast let out the familiar low metallic rumbling, which wasn’t as low and deep as the one Pyra emitted, but that fact didn’t make the sound any less intimidating, especially when the monster seemed to grip the handle of his large knife tighter.

–”W-Wrong executioner, m-my bad!”– you peep out before taking off running.

They sprint down the hallway, their adrenaline skyrocketing when they hear the known bulky footsteps and scraping noises behind them. They haven’t felt this much terror since being chased by Pyra himself. Sure the group of shady men was scary too but their demise was inevitable. In the case with Pyra… Well, if the executioner chooses you as his target, there is no chance to escape your fate, only delay it.

But- But this time it will be different, right? Their Pyra is still somewhere around, right? It’s unclear what they're hoping for, or what they want to happen when both beasts face each other. All (Y/N) knows is that the true safety has always been in Pyra’s arms, and they have no other option but to go there if they want to have the slimmest chance to survive this chase.

Despite trying to find the exit, it feel like they only get themselves deeper into the building, all hallways and rooms appear to get darker and more rotten, it's like they're decending deeper into hell, closer to their demise, further from their salvation...

But the light of hope was recandled when while turning a corner (Y/N) bumped face first into a firm and broad torso, which didn't even budge at the impact while they already had landed on the floor right on their butt. They rub their nose after the impact and shoot their gaze up, their heart almost jumping through their rib cage after recognizing the known pyramidal shape of the creature’s head, thinking that the beast chasing after them somehow outsmarted their panicked brain. But when the creature kneeled down they instantly relaxed as relief flushed through them, despite the monster’s large form menacingly towering over them and engulfing their smaller frame with its shadow.

–”Pyra!”– you exclaim both happy and relieved as you scramble right into his arms.

The monster instantly wrapped his large arms around (Y/N), his own body tensing up, as if feeling the distress of his human and knowing they’ve been chased by something, fact that clearly angered him. When the sounds of metal scraping the floor and slow heavy footsteps began to resonate from afar, (Y/N) tensed up even more.

–”Th-There it comes… It- That thing, it looks like you!”– you warn him as you grip his vest tighter.

Pyra remains still for a moment as the noises get closer. After a while, he slowly stands up to his full height, lifting (Y/N) with him and putting them back to their feet to then gently push them behind him. The mentioned person carefully peeks from behind his large form, both afraid but also curious to see if it’s really another creature like Pyra and it actually exists or they just officially went coconuts and somehow imagined it all. Their doubts were dissolved once the other creature appeared from around the corner, his pace slow and unhurried. The monster froze in place as he stared at them, Pyra froze too and stared back. The atmosphere suddenly turned… Weird, not tense and heavy as one would expect, just odd and bizarre.

Still, (Y/N) didn’t feel at ease at all. There is a reason humans fear the unknown, and that’s the main factor that keeps the mentioned person on high alert. They have absolutely no idea of what to expect to happen next, are these two about to fight? Will the other creature turn around and leave? Will it somehow change Pyra’s mind and he will kill them? Are they in danger? Should they run? Wait? Pray?

A breathless gasp escaped their lips when the other creature began to move, slowly making his way towards them two. What freaked and confused (Y/N) even more is the fact that Pyra doesn’t seem bothered by it at all, he remains still in his place with absolutely no intent to stop the other monster.

When the second beast got way too close for their liking, and Pyra was still doing nothing about it, (Y/N) let out a shaky breath out and stepped away from their lover to then begin to back away on their own.

–”No. N-No stop, that’s-...”– you swallow nervously as you shoot a pleading glance to your beast. –”Pyra…”–

But he doesn’t react to their pleas, he doesn’t even look at them… And when the other beast was right next to him is when he finally does move, slowly turning around, and just like the other executioner, he begins to slowly walk towards (Y/N) in the same menacing manner, not like they’re his lover, but another victim to punish…

This scene broke (Y/N)’s heart into numerous tiny pieces, is… Is that it? Is Pyra really going to just… Kill them here and now? After all this time they’ve been together he… He’s just going to throw all that away like it’s nothing? Like they are nothing?... Silly them, of course he will, he’s Pyramid Head, the executioner, an immortal and eternal being created to punish and kill. Who are they to him?... They are nothing, just a little meaningless human… Just (Y/N).

The moment their back collides with a wall, their survival instincts kick in. Even though deep down they knew that their fate is practically written on their forehead, their mind was focused on the most primal desire that a human can have in case of facing danger; run away.

And so they do, they obey their instincts. When they notice an opening between the other monster’s large body and a wall to squeeze through, they bold forward with no care in the world and miraculously dodging his arm that attempted to grab and stop them from escaping. They let out a breathless chuckle out of shock that they actually managed to dodge that by ducking, such a silly maneuver actually wor-.

Suddenly something gets a hold of the back of their shirt and yoinks them back, right against Pyra himself. He holds them tightly against his chest, one arm being more than enough to keep the panicked human in place despite all the desperate struggles to break free. (Y/N) is beyond terrified now, they feel Pyra’s arm tighten around them while the other one gets so close that he ends up pressing his body against their front. Now being basically sandwiched and completely immobile, (Y/N) is feeling like passing out at any second. In any other occasion they’d be so flustered and aroused by this, but now? Oh their poor mind is being flooded with terrible images of how the two executioners will end them, the newer thought worse than the previous one. They’re shivering like crazy, eyes shut tightly, waiting for the wave of pain to come as the monsters will begin to skin them alive…

But after nothing happening for a solid minute, (Y/N) gathers enough courage to finally open their eyes and see what’s going on and why these two beasts are not doing anything. The instant they peek up, the two monsters let out that famous amused rumble, which due to the closeness, made (Y/N)’s whole body vibrate, super weird (and kinda pleasant) feeling.

(Y/N) was about to yell in anger, thinking that these two are seeing their fear and pain of the betrayal as something funny, but such chance was lost the moment they began to feel big hands roam around their body, caressing and feeling every curve through their clothes. The gesture wasn’t aggressive or mocking, but affectionate and loving, just like Pyra’s actions towards them on a daily basis.

Now (Y/N) is confused and quite dumbfounded. Didn’t these two have the intention to murder them? Why is this other monster suddenly so docile? Are they truly safe? Wha-

A shiver ran through their body when the executioner in front of them managed to slip his hand under their shirt, tracing the rough yet warm skin of his bare palm through the softer skin of their abdomen and chest. They let out a surprised squeak when the hand reached higher and brushed against their nipple, the contact causing (Y/N)'s body to shiver, and it only got worse when the beast began to rub it as it let out an amused purr. Another whimper escaped their mouth when Pyra’s hand made its way through their inner thigh, squeezing and rubbing their flesh gently until it stopped right between their legs, his movements getting progressively bolder and suggestive with each little sound that left that pretty mouth of theirs. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they realized what the two monsters are trying to initiate.

–”Wa-Wait no-! I- I’m- I’m n-not ready for th-this!”– you stammer nervously as you try to clumsily wiggle out their grasp, face already red and flustered. –”You- You two s-sto-!”–

They have no chance to even finish the sentence as something warm and wet suddenly entered their mouth, making contact with their own tongue, which suddenly turned the action into some very sloppy kiss. Their struggles also lead to nothing, both monsters only squeezed them tighter against each other, reducing (Y/N)’s mobility even more. This continues for a couple of seconds, until the "kiss" finally stops and (Y/N) is finally allowed to breathe again, their mouth completely wetted with their and Pyra’s saliva. As they pant like a dog, trying to recatch their breath, they feel Pyra’s hand travel up to their face and wrap his hand around their face, rubbing their cheek lovingly as his tongue playfully wiggles in front of them.

(Y/N) suddenly gasps shakily as they feel something hard being pressed against their front and back, and by the way both monsters growled, they knew exactly what it was and what’s about to happen.

They shouldn't want this, they should try to get away and put a stop to this, they really should… But it’s hard, it’s hard to think straight when their mind has been poisoned with their own arousal and lust. Their logic side is saying no, but their whole body and most of their mind is screaming yes.

As if reading their mind, both monsters made a pleased sound and the next thing they know is that their body was swung over Pyra’s shoulder and taken somewhere... But it didn’t mean they wouldn’t get completely blown up in a moment, and Pyra’s big hand squeezing their ass and thighs is a reminder of that. They’re then brought into one of the classrooms of the school and their body is placed on one of the tables, just like the little delicious treat they were.

From their spot, (Y/N) stares at the two beasts with half lidded eyes and lovesick gaze. It’s like being under some sort of spell whenever things get heated between them and Pyra, and now that there are two of them? Oh, it’s like being hypnotized to act like a slave of their own lustful desires.

The two monsters were kind enough to actually undress (Y/N) (instead of destroying their clothes). And now, fully exposed and being in all fours, they silently observes as both executioners position themselves. The other beast is right behind them, one hand placed on their hips and the other one pulling down his vest, revealing an already fully erect and hard cock, tip brushing along their skin, making them shiver in anticipation. Pyra was right in front of them, vest fully opened and pants pulled down too, his cock just as erect and needy for his sweet lover, one gloved hand placed under their chin as his thumb rubs their cheek and lips lovingly, as if saying “you’ll do such a good job drear”.

The calm lasts for a couple more seconds… And then the whole world goes down without a warning. The beast from behind slams his whole length almost and ones, barely giving (Y/N) time to adjust to his size. Pyra also nearly choked them when he pushed the tip and part of his cock into (Y/N)’s mouth, but he was kind enough to wipe their tears of pain and pleasure.

This was both a torture and a treasure, the roughness and feral neediness of these monsters made (Y/N) feel a certain type of way. The knowledge that two powerful beings craved for them, THEM, so so badly made them feel both very special and flustered, just what did the executioner see in them to make him want their body and soul so much? Crave for them both sexually and emotionally, want nothing but to be close to them and keep them to himself, not just like a trophy or a pet, but as something worth to worship.

And they did, they really felt oddly worshiped despite being absolutelly destroyed by them. Feeling the one from behind dig his fingers into their flesh as he pushes into them, trying to bring them closer to his own body with each thrust and the distorted rumbles and groans he makes when the contact between their skins is missing, even for a brief second, only proves how much he wants them close. Pyra was too showing the effect they had on him, saliva actively dripping from that little hole in his helmet where the tongue would come out, hand placed in the back of (Y/N)’s head as he fucks their mouth and throat, and the fact that he’s not thrusting with more force also proves the care he has for them. They both could be rougher, they both could be more selfish, they know they totally could destroy them if they really wanted to… But they actively chose not to, because even in this feral and lustful state they’re in, they care for them, they care for their little sweet (Y/N).

The action doesn’t last too long, as (Y/N) is barely holding themselves back from coming ,and eventually it got too much. The second the monster from behind felt their release, he let out a growl and quickened his pace. (Y/N)’s body began to shiver, wobbly limbs barely supporting their own weight due to the overwhelming feeling of fullness and the lack of oxygen, air they can hardly get since Pyra’s pace got faster as well. When they eventually collapsed, their body miraculously remained in place and it all thanks to the beast behind them, who caught them and held them up with a single large hand placed on their chest.

It was hard to keep up, hard to keep themselves from coming again, but they must refuse, must holdup, must wait for the two monsters fucking their brains out to come before allowing their own sweet release again. And just as they reached their absolute limit, so did the two beasts. The taste and the sensation of their release drunken (Y/N) completely, eyes rolling as they let out a weak muffled moan as they're sent both to heaven and hell at the same time, their inside burning and their skin shivering under the cold sweat.

Once done, Pyra takes his still hard cock out of (Y/N)’s mouth, allowing them to take all these needed gulps of air as the white liquid drips from their mouth and down their chin, even after trying to swallow it they still got messy, a picture that their lover absolutely adored.

Though (Y/N) was quite tired, they know this is not the end, this is just the beginning˜.

They let out a yelp when their body is suddenly lifted and their back is pressed against the solid and warm exposed torso of the beast behind them. The table they were previously on had been flung across the whole classroom with great force and the next thing they know is that they’re completely immobilized again by Pyra’s body pressing their form against the monster behind. And soon enough, (Y/N)’s mind is being turned into mush again when the beasts begin to move again, their thrusts strong and hitting all the sweet and most sensitive spots of theirs.

Their movements were unnaturally coordinated, knowing exactly when to thrust and how to move so their helmets won’t collide. It was both freaky and fascinating to see, which left (Y/N) thinking if Pyra is really as simple as they initially thought, or is he the embodiment of something way more sinister-.

Their thoughts melted into a mass of letters and blurry shapes at the sensation of the rough fingers of the beast from behind rub their sensible nipples again, sending violent jolts and shivers with the mildest movements. Now (Y/N) was a complete panting and moaning mess, though their sounds were slightly muffled by Pyra’s broad chest, even slightly suffocating them at times with how close he got (not like they mind it). They always cringed at how vocal they can get during sex but they also knew better than to try to quiet the noises after learning the hard way how much their monstruous lover adores to hear them.

This fucking continued for a good ammount of time, (Y/N) already lost count of how many times they came, they have absolutely no clue! All they know is that they’re like in heaven, seeing stars and impossible colors of light flash before their eyes with each release just to then fall back into their mortal body and suffer the consequences of all the overstimulation and the generally overwhelming sensations. How are they still awake and breathing? They have no idea, but it did kinda boost their ego to know they’re tougher than they thought.

Eventually, the thrusts come to an end after the two monsters came one last time, causing (Y/N) to hide their face deeper into Pyra’s chest as they sink their fingers into his flesh and scratch his scarred skin with their nails. Even after coming and filling them up real' good yet again, the executioners remained in place, not pulling away from (Y/N) and still holding them against each other.

After regaining part of their breath, (Y/N) pulls back and their eyes wide at the sight of all the marks they left along Pyra’s broad chest and abdomen, both scratch and bite marks. The executioner from behind also received some lovely scratches on his body as well, when did they even manage to make these? None of the monsters seemed bothered by the marks though, and their hands roaming over (Y/N)’s body is a clear confirmation of that, showing just how pleased they are with their performance, even if they didn’t really do anything.

Now that the heat is slowly dying (Y/N) should feel cold, yet the warm skin of the beasts keep them perfectly warm and comfortable, their big hands traveling around their body, soothing the growing soreness in their muscles and worshiping every inch of their soft and tender skin, despite it being covered in sweat and drops of their load.

(Y/N) wanted to cry, but not out of pain, but of how loved they felt in that moment. The surprisingly gentle and affectionate caressing, the soft purrs and rumbles that at times resembled praises, and the overall atmosphere among them three felt so overwhelmingly comforting and loving, nothing like the heated lustful air from moments before.

Tiredness and exhaustion made itself known and they began to slowly doze off. Luckily, they didn’t have to worry about having a pillow, the chest of the two monsters were a perfect replacement, so warm and kinda soft now that their bodies and muscles relaxed a bit.

Unknowingly to (Y/N), a little smile formed on their lips. Yes, they're still pretty much nothing compared to a creature like Pyramid Head, but the fact that this same creature, or in this case, creatures, are all over them, a simple little human, makes (Y/N) feel this alien thrill and warmth.

They're still just (Y/N) though.

Their (Y/N).

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2.0 Satellite Investors, aka the Kuiper Family! (1/2)

ngl this was very fun to make, the satellites didn't stand out to me at first when i got into ttcc but i think they're my favorite family now...except for the mafia part /silly

Gonna be yapping (a lot) about all their designs and headcanons i gave em below, starting from the oldest of the family to the youngest:

(i tend to refer to a lot of the satellites by they/them)

Cosmo Kuiper:

Head of the Family, and as expected the most experienced when it comes to perfectly legal activities and covering up their tracks.

Character design is modeled after a comet! The comet tail is unbearably cold to the touch, so much so it freezes and destroys anything that comes near it. He's burned through a couple hats...

Cosmo and all of the satellites contain some sort of freezing insulation that keeps them operating smoothly when they're not in a cold environment.

Not very visible in the image but Cosmo wears multiple rings that have the planets on them. Earth, Mars, Venus, etc.

Side note: I genuinely love that Cosmo has a good relationship with the Satellites. Originally I thought it was gonna be one of those "villain boss bullies his lackies" but this is so much more wholesome

Charon:

Cosmo's right hand man, the two have known each other the longest out of all the satellites. Substitutes for Cosmo when he's unavailable.

Has a rather silent and threatening personality. Never raises his voice unless he has too. The oldest and most responsible of the satellites, usually being the one that keeps them all in line.

Color palette takes from a black agate geode!

Character design was semi-modeled after an astronaut! I also learned (unfortunately way after I designed him) that he actually has the attack "Pecking Order" which is mostly only used by bird-coded characters, which is pretty cool! I'll think about giving him more bird qualities in the future.

Almost always covered in cold mist and icicles, mostly because he never leaves the freezer.

Charon has a shady past he never talks about, no matter how much the others pester him about it. The only clue being some old metal gauntlets he passed down to Kerberos.

The most physically intimidating of the Family, toons really avoid confronting him...

Charon now has a cheat called "Freezer Burn."

Hydra:

This guy might be my fav. Usually the one behind the reception desk and phone during operating hours. This may explain why so many toons complain of lazy service...

Color palette takes from a sapphire geode with gold veins!

Hydra's personality is rather chill and even-tempered. There aren't a lot of things that grind his gears but whatever happens, do not give him a reason to brawl. Hydra lives for getting his hands dirty when the opportunity presents itself, and it will get ugly.

Character design took inspiration from the mythological beast, the Hydra. Therefore, he has many serpent qualities! Hydra normally has 3 eyes, each eye belonging to a different serpent head. The longer the Plutocrat battle progresses the more heads/eyes he gains. When the number of heads hit 9, Hydra is defeated.

A lot of mechanical noise can be heard from under his coat...

He also has serpent fangs and a tongue (yes he can smell through this), as well as having a retractable serpent tail. The tail originally had a normal rattle at it's end but it froze over. Still works though!

Hydra's character of inspiration was Rattlesnake Jake from Rango, who undeniably might have the sickest character design I've ever seen (I don't have a lot of hills to die on but that's one of them).

Hydra now has a cheat called "Poisonous breath."

Nix:

Essentially the middle child. Does in fact own a hat and coat like the others, but Nix doesn't wear it often.

He and Styx are usually the ones seen managing Mozzarella Styx. Nix does all the numbers, checks all the inventory, and often helps Styx in waitressing whenever it's busy. (also takes turns being the cook with Hydra).

Color Palette takes from an amethyst geode!

Outside of the mafia business, Nix has in interest in stargazing and astrology. They own a pretty powerful telescope and occasionally goes to Dreamland to study the constellations. Kerberos usually picks on them for being a nerd (they have the closest age range).

( Character inspiration for Nix may or may not be Donatello specifically from ROTTMNT ) ( i have yet to actually watch the series but from the clips i saw it looks pretty good and the art style is a banger )

Kerberos:

On the younger side of the Family. Very rarely seen behind the reception desk, which if he is- it's best to just turn around and walk back out.

Extremely snappy and bad-tempered, it doesn’t take much to get on their nerves. And unlike Hydra, he doesn’t need an excuse to pummel you into the ground. He tries very hard to come off as intimidating and scary. Carries anti-toon spray, but honestly prefers beating people up.

Color palette takes from an emerald green dioptase!

Kerberos has 3 heads based off the mythological beast, Cerebus. Each head has different types of sharp teeth, and can rotate 180 degrees in both directions.

Actually the second satellite to be inspired by Rattlesnake Jake! This time it's only his voice though.

Inherited Charon's old metal gauntlets—they're huge, worn, and very heavy—but Kerberos revels in the power they give him. He looks for any excuse to bully toons with them. When he’s not wearing the gauntlets, he sports steel-knuckled gloves instead. He also wraps his forearms to make himself look more buff.

Kerberos's original job for Mozzarella Styx was being the janitor but he absolutely refuses to do this, instead he serves as security along with the Plutogram.

There is something Kerberos is hiding...and he'd rather die than tell anyone about it.

Styx:

The youngest of the satellites and the face of Mozzarella Styx Pizzeria (they love to brag about their name being on the front of the restaurant).

Styx has a very friendly and bubbly personality compared to the rest of the Family. Despite being the most approachable, they should not be underestimated. Because they work customer service.

Color palette takes from an blue celestite geode!

Being the main waiter and receptionist of the restaurant, they've become an expert in the field. And being Mozzarella Styx's first line of defense, they do a pretty good job of disposing intrusive toons ( Styx also carries anti-toon spray with them just in case ).

Despite how difficult it can get now, Styx really does love their job.

Styx is the one that spends the most time outside the freezer, and grew rather accustomed to higher temperatures. They're also the most critical when it comes to the quality of the food the restaurant produces.

Owns a hat and coat like the rest as well.

Plutogram:

The newest addition to the family, and a virtual replica of Cosmo. Technically Plutogram is genderless (y'know being a hologram) but I like to think they go by any pronouns

Despite only being a hologram with no mind of its own, the satellites like to consider Plutogram to be their own person. They like referring to them as "Big Blue."

While Plutogram's main purpose is to protect Mozzarella Styx during the night, they can take over any job necessary (Styx taught them how to cook).

This character's hat is modeled after a black hole and their cape takes after a galaxy (somewhat inspired by SU White Diamond's cape).

I'm also really guilty of giving this character several nicknames like: the 6th satellite, 6th secretary, Ursa Major, Orion, etc. One of my favorites has to be Donna though.

Plutogram has multiple modes, 2 of which I named Free-roam and Mimic for convivence.

Free-roam means the hologram has control over its own actions, and executes what ever actions it thinks will be beneficial to it's owner, in this case Cosmo. It can also be told what to do by others in this mode (toons can take this to their advantage).

Mimic means the hologram mimics what ever Cosmo does. While in this mode, Cosmo is able to speak through the hologram and will absorb any damage done to it.

Damn that was a lot longer than i thought it was gonna be, and this is only 1/2-

2nd part will be about The Satellites' dynamics / relationships with each other (spoiler it's mostly a sibling relationship lol)

[leonw4nter]

Hi! Imagine like pop star/extremely popular music artist gf or s/o and Leon met them by being their body gaurd? I think a drabble of this would be so cute, or even just headcannons!

The Theories Of My World Revolving Around You

Bodyguard!RE4R!Leon x F!Popstar!Reader || Read next: 2

Chapter 1: "Running Up That Hill"

“Agent Kennedy, may I repeat that  you are too unstable for another overseas mission–”

“Lab reports said that I am just fine! They cleared me and stated that I’m fit to go to Bosnia–”

“Agent Kennedy!” President Graham exclaimed, both his hands coming in contact with the oak of his desk and creating a loud pounding sound.

“The last mission to Spain nearly killed you! I appreciate the risks and near-death encounters you had just to get Ashley back home but you could’ve died! You made it back barely alive! What about your mental state, huh? I’m sure as hell that dealing with all that crap would do a number on your mind. Physically you claim that you’re doing well, but how are you doing mentally?”

Leon stayed silent, gaze drifting down; President Graham was right: he was physically fit but what about his mind? Is he stable there? He knew he needed a break from all of this but who is going to be in the front lines? What’s going to happen to Sherry and Claire? Who’s going to give up their life just so a hundred others can live? He needed to give himself a break but chaos never rests, it’s just waiting for him to get his guard down.

“Mr. President, I know that you’re looking out for me but USSTRATCOM needs me. A little girl needs me,” Leon softly explains even if he feels his patience wear thin.

“I understand your concerns, Agent Kennedy, but they have many other agents just as capable as you are. You need rest. As for the girl and Ms. Redfield… I can assure you that they will be alright.” was all the older man said. “You will be referred to another protective detail. We are not necessarily laying you off but I need to refer you to lower departments and other less… demanding organizations. You’re dismissed.”

Leon simply sighed and gave the President a small nod, head hung low as he headed for the door of the Oval Office. A part of him felt grateful for the break given to him– that is if you can call it a break. He’s not exactly totally resting, he’s still on duty– just a less demanding one. Another, bigger part of him felt as if he couldn’t just sit around and wait until they’ll call him back for another job. He was just about to worry about Claire’s college tuition, worrying if student loan debt will be an issue soon but he remembered that he gave her her monthly allowance just a while back, which means that she’ll be just fine. As for Sherry, he knows she’s in good hands with Claire as her legal guardian. With the millionth sigh for today, he runs a calloused hand through his hair and decides to head home, too tired to deal with more crap for today.

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Never would Leon have thought that he would be thankful for the loud ringing of his phone, the ringtone loud enough to help him snap out of a nightmare he’s been struggling to wake up from. Half asleep and slightly disoriented, he answers the call and brings the phone up to his ears.

“Is this Mister… Kennedy? Kennedy, Leon?,” an unfamiliar voice responds from the other end of the line.

“Yes,” Leon says, his voice hoarse from sleep. “Who is this?”

“I’m Agent Corey Morgan. Someone under the agency you’re currently in referred you under my team–”

“What team,” Leon interrupts, his mood already sour because of the nightmare and with work being the first thing he is bombarded with in the morning. The man on the other side of the line cleared his throat, obviously taken aback by Leon’s snappy attitude.

“My team under a celebrity protection detail company,” Morgan responds. “We are Citadel Group and we offer protective services to celebrities. I’m sure you are very much familiar with Ms. Ashley Graham.”

“Ashley must’ve put in a word with her father,” Leon thought to himself. “Citadel Group huh,” he mumbles.

“Yes. We request you to send in your resumé within the day for closer deliberation before we can let you start, even if the things we’ve heard about you are beyond exemplary. I’ll send in a follow-up email as soon as the screening process is finished.”

Leon hummed, already exhausted with all of this. The call ended and he tossed his phone to his bed, too tired to do anything but it’s not like he can get back to sleep again when he knows that only nightmares are there to wait for him. With a groan, he gets up and brews himself a cup of coffee to try and salvage the already worsening day.

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He sent in his resumé despite several fields being blacked out, receiving an email hours after stating that he’s been assigned to a singer, codenamed ‘Red String’  and will start duty a week from now. He arrives home from the additional interview, keys fumbling to unlock the door to his apartment. He stumbles in, kicking off his dress shoes and undoing one more button to his white button-up before he shrugs his navy blue blazer off, folding and placing it on the back of a dining chair. He rummages through his cabinets, looking for a heavy-bottomed glass to pour some Jack in. Claire chides him in his drinking but he can’t help but drink right now; he’s probably going to be babysitting some stuck-up diva or be at the receiving end of a tirade of screaming if a small drop of rain lands on their shoulder or something. Flashing lights, Leon remembers; there’s probably going to be paparazzi hounding his client with their obnoxious cameras. Leon catches himself worrying over flash photography, cursing himself; the president was right on the matter regarding his mental health.

“Fuck, Leon. You need help,” he silently mutters to himself as a bitter chuckle leaves his throat. This line of work caused Leon to be more thankful towards the mundane– thankful for the opportunity to even get in 3 hours of sleep in, the fact that the loud noise he heard was just a bus and not an Armadura, or that he simply stepped on a twig on the way home and no BOW is out for him for making such a small, seemingly harmless noise.

He takes another drink before the glass is empty again, refilling it with liquor. He has a week alone with his tortuous mind before he can finally do something, even if it’s less intense than what he’s been conditioned to endure.

NOTE - I srsly had to redo my post again bc my laptop died and whatever I did didn't save 😭 Neways, BIG thanks to the anon who requested this!!! I genuinely loved this idea so much, I had to make it a series :) First chapter is short, next chapters will be a little bit longer than this so just strap in and uh wait ig :3 Also, I don't know how protective detail shit works so this is inaccurate as hell so if you're looking for accuracy then this isn't for you :) That's it and thank you to whoever reads my fics, I <333333 UUUUUU !!!!!!!!!!!

The heart dividers were made by @fairytopea , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, April 13, 2025

This week has been a hundred years long. Apparently I posted the fourth Silent Hill 2 commentary only 5 days ago, and I am already—well, rewind. The fourth video and its recaps are up, plus an extra video and a sidebar post. It's our first foray into the Otherworld and it ends with me managing to get past Pyramid Head (one does not "defeat" Pyramid Head) in two tries. Also, a beautifully staged scene with Angela, kingfisher mythology, and moth math. 

Unfortunately: OBS has decided to hate me personally and it currently records my gameplay like we're in an earthquake—not the cinematics, mind you! The cinematics look fine!—and I don't know why and I don't know how to make it stop. I have a list of potential fixes I am basically at the end of, and I will now be looking into Free Easy Recording Software That Isn't OBS in hopes of moving on with my life. As such, I don't think there's any way I can get my own commentary recorded in time to stay in step with Ian's stream this week, so I'm just gonna do a writeup of a recording that only exists in my own head. I've wanted SO BAD to get to this part of the game (please refer to picture here), I have a lot to say about it, and I do have screenshots. I'm just gonna TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENS, I GUESS.  

ANYWAY HERE'S SOME LINKSPAM

Reblogs of interest

Tumblr may or may not go down for real this time:

"If Tumblr dies, where will you go?"

How to download a backup of your Tumblr

"dreamwidth makes me feel like a baby. did you guys use to blog like this" I'm still there, Gandalf. (I need to resume crossposting there, though.)

"Tumblr yes a place for investors money put money in Tumblr can trust Tumblr user for giveing good legiticmatecy."

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To all who celebrate:

Happy Leland Melvin Day!

Happy National Unicorn Day!

Happy [Next] Bandcamp Friday is on May 2nd, 2025, on which the money you spend goes 100% to the artist.

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No, for real, "Madison" as a girl's name basically does come from the movie Splash.

"there aren’t enough posts going around about the swedish cryptid known as the skvader which is a rabbit with pheasant wings and also a very good boy."

On believing (or not) in fairies, duendes, trolls, and ghosts

An unexpected amount of Gritty this week

"No copypasta has ever ruined my life as comprehensively as Hell Fuck Castle."

Pretty sure I've reblogged this before, and I'll probably reblog it again: "One thing most people don’t realize about Gazebos is how bloodthirsty they used to be until the 1930s or so."

"As a scribe I see fit to write down all my troubles"

"Introducing Margie! A cat-goose dragon based on this little fella from this medieval manuscript"

"May I gift you: pineapple dragon?"

For all the Animorphs fans

Stories of seeing Muppets as people

"the lichen knowledge iceberg i have constructed on request"

Wait... people don't have "an intact chronological memory of life prior to age 12"?

David Lynch sure had one.

"i like to call this fate Death 2. Death 2 is the scariest thing that can happen to a person."

"poob is gonna call you. now poob is just gonna call you."

This week, it was fuckenwimdy.

Two posts that start off deep and sad and end up deep and wholesome. 

Video

Babysitting but literal (it's cats, they'll be fine)

Irish Tesco worker nails church acoustics in work stairwell

“Binary Sunset” from Star Wars, also in a stairwell

"Truly, the world is a better place for having skilled people who are willing to use their skills in the pursuit of incredible silliness."

The sacred texts

I deem this post about celebrities getting all their clothes tailored to be a Sacred Text because it has stuck with me for a very long time.

An old favorite: a compilation of "[band] sounds like [hilarity]" posts.

"Roses are red, April is grey. But in a few weeks, it's gonna be..." 

Personal tag of the week

Videos my dog did not like, a tag I've never used before but two nickels, etc. 

[thesharktanksdriver]

Wow didn’t expect such so many people to vote but thank you all!

Luckily for the 93.8% of you all the story is in the works. I almost have Chris’s scenario done so then I can work on Jill’s.

Fair warning tho it’s long as fuck. And I’ve spent wayyy to much time on it

I’m already writing it and have some ideas but I’d like to hear others input

[sterlingarcher23]

5 colors, 6 cubes... and "Papa" looks like El?

And now some random, not so random thoughts about this:

I mean why does Papa look like El? Maybe....maybe because this isn't Brenner? (And, yes, I put in the 5 and 6 into the image.)

But it's this? A big and small version - probably we have to mirror it as well.

"I could be your zoomer." - "This is Max.":

Superficial it looks as if labeling the character on the right side of El's drawing "Papa" points to Brenner because we're used to Brenner been called that way (like Brenner’s lines about One seem! to point only to Vecna) but it's very typical that you find double or triple meanings in this show. (Btw I think these parallels connects Max to Brenner in another way - look for a "Science Monster" in Season 2.) I mean that drawing of "Papa" doesn't even remotely look like Brenner. Not even close! It looks like an older version of El.

5 colors of the rainbow, 6 cubes. 5 6

And this is were things get interesting.

A girl who is constantly mistaken for a boy and is also trans coded....

LBT (LgBTq). In. Her. Brain.

So, maybe "Papa" is more...um "Mama"? (Um, yeah, I had the same thought it looks like there's ...sperm?) which explains why we see both in this scene. How could El even remember her birth? She's not a Vulcan. This scene is - imo - only a metaphor for the creation of an alter in the mind. "A brilliant kaleidoscope of colors." (script) The connection to Brenner and Terry has probably a different reason - I have some ideas.

Parallel: El screams, Zoomer comes out? - The dog barks and Max comes out.

Um, wait then this is 'DOG'?

(btw El has a drawing of a dog looking up to a rainbow in her room - you see it when Hopper comes into the room who mistook Max as Mike - "Mike isn't here". (Also a subtle pattern btw that things seem to point to Mike. But it isn't about him. It's not Mileven. It's ElMax!)

And if El is DOG, then who is GOD? (Fallout New Vegas gamers may get this DOG / GOD reference.) - 011/Hospital room number 110? - DOG/GOD?

"If I only could make a deal with God." - whoever creates you is your god:

Just saying.

Oh and don't forget what Maxine....sorry, what Max said:

Yes, a metaphor. Although the lines between what they mean literally and what's a metaphor are sometimes a bit blurry in this show.

Creating an alter makes you that alters creator, a father/mother figure in a figurative way, or metaphorically speaking a god. Alters can be in love with one another too. And I like to remind you that "Eleven" is officially based on a character that has DID. I could even name several symptoms of DID that Max shows: blurry vision, depression, suicidal tendencies, feeling detached from your body, able to create/manipulate an inner world (so she's a specific kind of alter)

In other words: they use these characters/elements to tell us the backstory of ElMax metaphorically. Why? Because then it's not a deus ex machina in 5 but a plot that was carefully planned, crafted and dangling in front of you for years. You rewatch the whole thing and "It was directly in front of me."

And I don't expect them to explain a lot of things but reveal the truths and the audience has to put the puzzle pieces of how etc together themselves.

Totally crazy, insane (btw Jamie Campbell Bower called S5 insane), Stranger Things is just pure entertainment....

Symbolism, metaphors, allegories is normal in fiction. And they tell us this straight into our faces with that vampire reference. (so is the Jekyll & Hyde, the Teen Wolf/Werewolf and Frankenstein's monster. Basically all important Universal monsters in one show. I kid you not. It's in the show.)

Superficially it's just a entertaining supernatural TV show and you can enjoy it that way, but I think the layers below that are more like, I dunno, Silent Hill or Alan Wake? This stuff is in parts totally bonkers. I mean really bonkers including a musical scene with real actors in Alan Wake 2. No idea what these guys are smoking. - Btw allegedly the Duffers are the kind of nerds that like stuff like that.

Silent Hill, directed by Christophe Gans.... I really think he should do more films. Crying Freeman, Le pacte des loups 👌Wait, he's making another Silent Hill film? I wanted Onimusha. With Jean Reno.

Or, using a Superman reference: "The son becomes the father and the father.. the son."

So, yeah, you may think that's all crazy. I say: Wait for Season 5.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Image ID: Two glitter texts, reading as "NIGHTMARE FACTORY – DEVLOG 0". End image ID.

Hi, I'm Garça Visconde Mirigis, and I'm VERY happy to announce that this post you're reading is the first devlog ever for my nightmare game, a 3D platformer parody of mascot horror genre! And yes, nightmare, not dream game, because making my actual dream game is way out of my current abilities at the moment!

Ever thought to yourself how different a horror game would be if our protagonist decided to help the monsters instead of... [reading a list off-screen] killing, imprisioning, sacrificing, exorcizing or even banning them to other dimensions? Because I have, for ungodly amounts of time, and after literally years I decided that the time to actually make this thing has come. Welcome to the NIGHTMARE FACTORY!

OKAY BUT WHAT IS THE SYNOPSIS?

As previously mentioned, NIGHTMARE FACTORY is a parody of mascot horror games, set in an abandoned toy factory that also used to host a theme park. You play as Vera Torres, a 57 year-old mechanic who used to work in there. One day, our dear Vera receives a call from an old coworker: The higher-ups are going to sell the factory and the theme park, but they need a good inspection, and no one is accepting the offer! Feeling a bit nostalgic and wanting to help her friend, Vera decided to help take a look inside...

... Only to discover the place is now filled with strange monsters whose leader has, somehow, decided that she's actually his mother?! But she only had one kid ever in her life...?

Yeah, Vera is CONFUSED, and it's now your duty as the player to help her figure out just what the heck is going on!

... AND WHAT THE HECK IS THE GAME ACTUALLY ABOUT?

The game is a lighthearted and pink look at mascot horror as a whole, featuring little references to other games and lots and lots of silly jokes. It is also a long love letter for the genre, because as much as I like poking fun at FNaF, it did change my life for the better and it will forever have a soft spot in my heart. I love the franchise despite it all, and making a whole game just to poke fun at it and other similar games feels stupid. No one can create a good parody if they don't love the thing they're parodying even a tiny little bit.

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is not an "aha look at how stupid this is" look at mascot horror. I want it to be as sincere as possible, and the end product needs to be honest and not ironic in the slightest in order for it to be a success.

HOWEEEVEEEER. Despite the silliness, NIGHTMARE FACTORY can and will feature grapphic imagery and disturbing content due to its nature as a horror title. Trigger and content warnings have not been currently set, but shall be added as development continues.

WHAT ARE THE ~ INSPIRATIONS ~ ?

HEHEHE. HAHAHHAA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MY FAVORITE PART!

The gameplay is inspired by the original Crash Bandicoot trilogy, Pac-Man World 1-2 and Rayman 2! These are my favorite platformers ever and I played them for hours as a kid, and since NIGHTMARE FACTORY is all about toys and childhood I figured it would be the perfect fit!

For themes and story, NIGHTMARE FACTORY is inspired by Five Nights at Freddy's, Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival, Tattletail, Poppy Playtime, Silent Hill 1-4, Welcome Home, My Friendly Neighborhood and the Lacey series on YouTube! Some of the themes include loss of childhood, the horrors of motherhood and girlhood, corporate corruption, trauma recovery, grief and rage.

For visuals, however? Alice: Madness Returns, Hello Kitty Roller Rescue, Strawberry Shortcake: The Sweet Dreams Game, Disney Princess' Enchanted Journey and old dress-up flash games are my references!

THE SETTING

The game is set in 2020s São Paulo, Brazil, AKA where I live, and it can and will feature elements of brazilian culture. The final version should have both english and brazilian-portuguese translations, with cultural notes being featured to help non-brazilians understand some jokes and themes better.

CURRENT SITUATION

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is currently sitting at "the single gamedev is desperate to start programming but he's busy with uni work" stage of production, but do not worry, the single gamedev is also working on the story, how level progression shall go, how the game should feel to play, and, of course, planning the mechanics, AKA the most important part of a fun game. I'll make an entire devlog detailing every single main mechanic as soon as I'm able to finally start fully working on this!

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is being made with Godot, Blender and Krita, and it will be released first for PC.

NOW A LOOK AT HOW THE SINGLE GAMEDEV IS ALREADY ANXIOUS ABOUT MAKING THE GAME

It wouldn't be a project I made without me losing my mind about it from day 0!

Nightmare Factory is a 3D platformer game, with around ~30 levels planned, divided into 5 acts/chapters/arcs/sessions. You can think as these sets of levels as Crash Bandicoot's Warped level selection, like this!

After answering some asks relating to mascot horror as a genre, I remembered a conversation I had with my amazing partner some weeks ago about how I want to release NIGHTMARE FACTORY. YES, I didn't even start programming it, but this is the type of thing I need to settle on before I build a good chunk of the game. It will be important!

But then. There's the problem: I don't like it when games are "released" but you have to pay more to get all of them. Yeah, each chapter would be super cheap so they would have a full game price when combined, but also. Do I want to do this. Do I genuinely want to do this. Like? Am I sure this is the right way to do it?????

Image ID: Screenshot of Crash Warped for the PS1, with Crash standing in front of a warp room with 5 blue buttons on the floor, each marked with a number from 1 to 5. The 6th button has the face of Tiny Tiger, signaling it to be the entrance to a boss fight level. End image id.

My first plan was to release each act separately so I could both get feedback and also have more fun, because by getting feedback I would be way less worried about messing things up + I could update things like character physics to be less wonky or more stiff in case it was a common complaint, which could change the entire level design. And also because I'm a clown and I want to make a mascot horror parody, and releasing it in chapters aligns perfectly with how I want this to go.

Anyways, this has now lead to me deciding that the game should be a "pay for it once" type of thing. I'll still release it in chapters, but the updates will be for free. Will I regret this decision because liking it or not I need money + I am an indie dev + there's nothing wrong with game devs expecting to be, y'know, PAID for their work? Absolutely so!!!!! But I think that, for now, this will be how I develop this silly game.

Anyways, this is getting long enough, so I'll finish it for now. Character introductions will be made after the gameplay-focused devlog, so see you guys soon enough! Byeeee <3

[anemonia13]

Some thoughts about Pathologic 3 Quarantine.

I... didn't really like Pathologic 3 Quarantine. It's mainly because of the disgusting optimization (yes, even worse than Pathologic 2), where you twitch sliders and graphics parameter values, but nothing changes globally: 5 FPS on medium textures and 7 on very low ones. It gets to the point where you play with a picture on the level (or even worse) of an extremely mediocre mobile horror straight out of 2010s, glued together shittily on Unity, and at the same time everything still looks like a goddamn slideshow. Ngl, playing like this is physically painful. I even felt sensorily overloaded at some point of playthrough due to the very poor picture aligned with very low frame rate. Also, in many segments of the game it felt like I was playing Silent Hill instead of Pathologic, it was so bad to see more than a few steps away. I don't know if there should be fog there or if it's just me.

I know that it could be a weak computer (and I really do have a brick, far from the most powerful device, there's no point in denying it), but it shouldn't play at the slideshow level, should it? There are games of the same engine that play more pleasantly with the same graphics settings. I'm inclined to think that something is wrong with the models and lighting settings, probably (this is a whole horror story: the rays live their own lives).

Another minor detail: Daniil Dankovsky feels different. I can't say exactly what's wrong (at least not right now), but the feeling is strong. And I still think I like the Classic Bachelor more, although time will tell. (Before anyone wants to write about the duckling syndrome - no, I don't have it. I found out about the Classic later than about the remake.) I know that the developers directly said that the global idea of the character has not changed, and I kind of believe them (obviously), but there still is a feeling that he is... out of character somehow. Let me repeat: this may be my personal first impression, which may change later, but if you also have this feeling, please share.

Oh, and his dialogue with Seraphima about his wife and marriage with work is funny, that's what I liked out of everything. And also Daniil's thoughts about the dinosaur in the hallway of the Academy. Now I wonder what kind it is. (Upd: that's not really a dinosaur. That's a Gastornis.)

Pathologic 3 Silent Hill reference confirmed.

The graphics... don't match the FPS you get from setting them. It reminds me of old indie horrors.

Aroace Daniil confirmed and a dino Gastornis.

Not much else to say, though the new mechanics are interesting.

Oh, and the electronic ambient is fire. The music cooks.

[amrass]

Excerpt from upcoming Silent Hill 2 fic, Desperately Poorly, featuring James Sunderland/Two Nurses

I've seen some artworks of this (scary-hot) pairing, but almost no written stuff! So I'm trying to make up for it. It'll be a very explicit fic, and will also feature Pyramid Head and Maria in less risqué situations. Most of it will be a psychological horror take on a M/F/F 3some, with medical play, CBT, and monstrous femdom. Fun.

And yes, title is a BG3 reference, I couldn't resist.

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Here it comes. The end. Never finding out the truth. James feels too seen, like a dog that's been refused a better death beneath the porch or the bed. The Nurse bends down, and the material around her face resembles a pillowcase just like ... like ... 

Like Mary had given him when they moved together, throwing out James' old bedsheets because of all the holes, and he laughed despite his embarrassment, and pushed her down on the newer, whiter sheets while stuttering a joke that she should be more concerned with her holes than his, and she giggled and whispered that he didn't need to worry about her holes, they were fine, just fine, here James, oh -

He doesn't expect the Nurse's pipe to hit him in the crotch. If it'd been a real blow his cock and balls would've busted, but it's more of an intense pressure against his erection. Shame floods him. He feels like a boy being chastised for putting 5318008 into a calculator and holding it upside down before the teacher clears her throat above him. He's dissociating, he realizes, because the pipe is rubbing him so hard.

"Oh?" the Nurse says lightly, and continues to moan and click almost conversationally, like she's taken his temperature and found something interesting. 

[cloangi]

Get to know me 🔥

**Post may be updated every so often to change wording, to add/delete things, etc

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Ima keep this short enough so you can actually read it

General things about me:

16 years old

Only do art as a hobby (so no money taking or commissions people...though, maybe in the future)

Art consists of my fandom fixations

You can refer to me as Baaz or Keegan/Keegs. Either one works, I don't care 🤷‍♂️

Blog is mainly SFW but I'll keep the 14 - 16+ age rating there due to the occasional freaky reblog I be doing

I am fine with people sending me DM's‼️ Just don't make it weird (you already know what I mean by that 💀)

You guys can send me asks (pls send some cause I don't ever get any 😔🙏)! But not for things such as donations or weird suff, things like that will be deleted.

In terms of rules and behavior on here, I'm pretty sure you can use your head to figure out human decency and manners. So please have some respect for me and others on here.

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Social stuff:

Instagram Art account - (Obviously not my main account lololol, speically made this account where I'm gonna be posting all of the speed paints of my digital art, maybe even hop on some trends on there 🤷‍♂️.)

Quora Account - (Place where I've spent most of my time online, around 4-5 years or so. I post random things of me yapping of all topics or things I've found/seen)

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Fixations/Fandoms (under the cut)⤵️

The list below is color coded based on the fandoms I'm fixated on, or I just like

Red = Fixated

Orange = Semi-fixated

Green = Like

Band of Brothers - Eugene my traumatized medic pookie 😔 (big fan of that guy frfr)

1917 - Schofield and Blake are my WW1 pookies fr 🙏🙏

All Quiet on The Western Front - This movie made me sad at the end, brah. Poor Baümer 😔, you fought, dude

Call of Duty - Certain campaigns in it, mostly COD Ghosts though (Yes, I have played the OG versions of some of the campaigns on the old ps3 we have, and I do play MP Cod Ghosts).

Monster x Mediator - It's a pretty interesting game due to the characters (Sir Knight...🤤🤤)

Ready or Not - The storytelling is PHENOMENAL. I can't get over as to how much detail the devs have put into this game to add onto the atmosphere AND the lore itself. W game, W snap back to reality type shit. I love it.

Black Ops - I'm fairly new to this campaign. Finally starting to get a teeny tiny bit into it due to Bell, yes the character you literally as 💀

Fallout: New Vegas - Fixated more on JOSHUA GRAHAM 🤤🤤. But yeah, story is fire, and the characters are fire. Very well written, still gotta check out the DLC's though.

Battlefield 4 - This fandom is so male dominated (or there's no artists in it or sum...) that there's like, 0 genuine fanart of it, and I'm sad because of that 😔 (PAC MY POOKIE, M-MY LOVE 😩😩)

Rainbow 6 Siege - Don't have the console to play the actual game so I watch it instead.

Mouthwashing - The entire story is just...wow. So sorry that had to Happen to you, Anya. Also, fuck Jimmy. Everyone else is cool.

Fallout (The show version) - Really liked the way they made everything with the characters and stuff. For new fans, such as me, I really enjoyed it 🗣

Hell Divers 2 - Like R6S, I don't have the actual console itself to play it but it's on my wishlist and I really like the concept of the game, plus the community seems pretty fire.

Eddsworld - Used to have a HUGE fixation on this fandom, prob for up to 1-2 years (shit had a strong grip on me)

Silent Hill 2 - That's like the only game I know lore about in the Silent Hill series (Pyramid head...).

My Little Pony - I'm surprised this fandom is absolutely booming now. Watched the entire show (forgot everything though 💀). Love the art the fandom makes though, including the AU's.

Saiki K - Legit forgot the entire storyline, but I know I like it

The Amazing Digital Circus - Caught up on all episodes

Demon Slayer - Watched all seasons

The Amazing World of Gumball - Havent really watched it much, but I really like it including the fan base

Into the Spiderverse - Have never read the comics, but movie-wise I like it

South Park - Funny, sad, cringe, and crazy show. I've only watched a couple episodes but the community can be so fucking funny sometimes

Undertale - Younger me was crazy for this game, dude 💀. Grew up with this shii fr

...Damn, you still reading? I mean if you're interested go ahead and drop a follow to this thing (you're likely gonna forget this account anyways, so free follow for me mwhahaha).

[greenvampiregirl]

My creepypasta oc redisigned (yes the jacket is a reference to james sunderland from silent hills 2)

[fetchmearum420]

MORE FUN FACTS ABOUT 1776 BECAUSE WHY NOT:

-William Duell stayed with the show the whole time it was on broadway and did not miss a single performance.

-previews were supposed to last longer on broadway, but it was cut short because on March 14th 1969 (55 years ago today) Howard Da Silva had a heart attack. The guys got him out of the theater and they revived him, they wanted to immediately take him to the hospital but he refused, and said he wanted to open the show, and then they could do with him as they pleased. So he opened the show with everybody, and then immediately as the curtain came down, an ambulance was waiting for him outside the theater and he got in, and he had surgery that night and was out of the show for MONTHS. Thank god they still had Rex Everhart from when the show was out of town because otherwise they would have been FUCKED. The cast did not have a party because of this whole incident. But unfortunately, the main three, Bill Daniels, Ken Howard and Howard da Silva, only did 5 shows together on broadway, Ken Howard would leave 3 months into the show, and the next time they’d all work together would be for the film.

-Howard Caine was “fired” by Jack Warner from the film because he kept complaining about the heat. When Peter Hunt found out about this, he went APE SHIT and got Caine back.

-there are many new actors for the 1776 film than original broadway cast themselves. Peter hunt got this all wrong. Yes, some of the original cast was there, but no everybody. The originals include David Ford, William Daniels, Howard Da Silva, Ken Howard, Ralston Hill, Emory Bass, Roy Poole, Ronald Holgate, William Duell, Virginia Vestoff, Jonathan Moore and Charles Rule. (John Cullum was in the Broadway production, but he didn’t originate Rutledge. Same with James Noble but he had been Hancock, not Witherspoon) the new actors include Donald Madden, Ray Middleton, Leo Leyden, William Hansen, Rex Robbins, Patrick Hines, Daniel Keyes, Howard Caine, John Myhers, Blythe Danner and Stephen Nathan. And also all the silent men in congress who don’t have any lines. So yeah, a LOT more new actors then OG cast members.

-when the broadway company went to do the show for Richard Nixon at the White House, the cast were persuaded to do it by the producers telling them they’d all get pay raises. That never ended up happening, and Bill Daniels was LIVID. They were lied to just to do a fucking show for Nixon, because 98% of the cast hated him. After that performance, Howard Da Silva joined an anti-war protest outside of the White House, still in full costume. He HATED Nixon with a PASSION because of his involvement of his blacklisting from Hollywood.

-Bill Daniels missed more performances than he thought he did. In his book, he mentions he only missed 2 shows out of his entire 2 year run. That isn’t true. Paul David-Richards, the OG Josiah Bartlett, understudied John Adams, and in his bio in the playbill, it says he went on at the very last second for Bill, and ended up doing 5 shows that week because Bill got sick. And Jonathan Moore also did one show as Adams.

-The cast referred to the song “Cool, Cool Considerate Men” as “Cool Conservative Men”

That’s it for now :)

[angstyandromanticwriting]

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Honey’s Prompt & Haiku Masterlist

☾☦︎︎ For all the OG Readers out there! ☦︎︎☽

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First Things First…

Yes, About You is still here! I decided pretty easily to keep it a part of my wonderful humble abode, here! I just believe that it will always be an immensely suiting vibe for my writing, and I would like to keep it as part of my lovely readers’ experiences as you indulge in the ideas I love to share with all of you!

If you wish to do so, please feel free to have a look at my Ko-fi page!

As a follow on, here is the link to my ao3 (Archive of Our Own) page if you wish to have a look!

Minors DNI!!!

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A Little More About What I’ve Got Going Here…

Long story short, I’ve been wanting to put something like this together for a little while, now, and here I am finally doing it after being given the final encouraging push by a very lovely and dear friend of mine! (* Cough, cough * You know who you are! * More devilish spluttering; cough, cough.) Anyway! Here is what you can expect from what you’re to see below this lovely ramble of mine…

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My Prompts & Haikus; The Ones I Shall Be Sharing Here…

I dare say there’s a lot that can be expected, here! I intend on posting many of my recent workings, alongside some of the older ones! In regard to later-dated works, I am aiming to only utilise the ones that have more hope of being updated, as well as ones which have the lesser of the latter (specifically referring to the ideas I’ve put together since my coming out last year!)

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Digging More Into the Flesh of My Workings…

After this miniature paragraph is complete, I can then promise you that the links to my candidates will be available below! First, however, I would like to quickly give names to the faces at the centre of my current ideas:

Molly O’Shea;

Ellie Williams;

Cynthia Hammond (an OC - Reneé Rapp based);

Harley Quinn (specifically the Margot Robbie version, interlinked with some aspects of Rachael Allen’s writing of such an iconic character);

Reneé Rapp as Reneé Rapp (yes, I was being bold that day - EXCEPTIONALLY);

Embry Hawthorn (an OC - Margot Robbie based, this time - I like having a range of ideas to write for, clearly, and I’m not sure how I’m only realising that today at this point);

Regina George (Reneé Rapp version);

Louisiana Rose (another OC, also Margot Robbie based);

Vera Alfrey (a further Margot Robbie based OC again);

Leighton Murray (of course I’m writing for Leighton bloody Murray - trust me to do that, honestly)

Angela Orosco (Silent Hill 2 Remake)

Ones which are not included here, for example the writings I have previously worked upon based around Margot Robbie herself (e.g as herself, as well as her portrayal of Barbra Handler), I have recently decided will also be discontinued unless I decide to revive them in the near future!

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The Links (Finally)…

Below is attached now the links to each of my character pages, separate - or joint together - depending on the character you choose (depending on whether they have a separate portrayer/face-claim or not) - choose wisely; a vast field is stood here, comprising of some interesting pathways… I guess my final question would be - will you flounder on the pathway you choose, or will you strive upon it? I guess we shall see, shall we?

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‘The Molly O’Shea Pathway’

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‘The Ellie Williams Pathway’

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‘The Reneé Rapp Pathway’

☾☦︎︎ Venture, if you dare. ☦︎︎☽

Consists of the many different portrayals I’ve listed above; if you’re searching for the specifics in regard to the character/idea you’ve chosen you’d like to indulge in as portrayed by Reneé Rapp herself, this is where you’ll find them!

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‘The Angela Orosco Pathway’

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‘The Margot Robbie Pathway’

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Same aspect of the ‘Reneé Rapp Pathway’; if you seek an idea/character of specific personality or characteristic - including that of Harley Quinn - you will find it here!

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In Conclusion…

I certainly am very happy to have finally put this together! If anything changes; things get added new, or re-added, I will be sure to let you all know as soon as I possibly can! If anything isn’t working in regard to the links above, please feel free to let me know! I want you all to enjoy the experience you choose to indulge in within here, and I think it’s special for me to have an official Masterlist (finally) such as this, and I look forward to updating it accordingly overtime! Please, have a lovely rest of the day, everyone, and I look forward to seeing you all again soon! Until next time, happy exploration! And I have been, as usual - your ever faithful, H.H. 💜

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[case-one]

ok. here’s my official intro post, since hopefully i’ll be using tumblr more, and not only for shit posting LMAO

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hiiiii, my name is alex (yes it’s my middle name, no you don’t need to know my first name) and i’m a 20 year old AuDHD loser 😎

my pronouns are he/him and i’m gay and asexual (wow imagine that)

this account is officially multi fandom, i usually post about whatever my hyper fixation is, but they usually bounce between the same few things.

the fandoms i’m gonna part of are CoD (more specifically Black Ops and zombies, but i do like MW also), Left 4 Dead 2, Marvel in general but more specifically Spiderman, Resident Evil, and Sonic the Hedgehog (i basically speak in snapcube fandub references), but there’s other fandoms i’m a part of that i won’t really post about but i’ll interact w it like Silent Hill, Super Mario/Mario Kart, Hunger Games, Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, and Five Nights at Freddys. i’m obviously not gonna tag all these things lol, but if yall are multi fandom too and like any of these things and wanna dm me about them please do LMAO.

my dms are always open, but i often forget to check tumblr, so if i don’t get back to you super quickly i promise im not ignoring you. asks are also open, if you wanna request any headcanon related posts i love headcanons and theory posts!

uhh anyways ill add anything else if i see a need. but otherwise thats all i have 😭

also sorry if the structure is weird 😒 idk what i’m doing