#I didn't mean this to be quite so gorey

[firegirl888101]

how would the harbingers react to a reader who's good at drawing? like, they like to draw the harbingers or other things

Good at drawing?

I'm shit at drawing so I'm not really sure what to say, that's why I didn't reply to this for awhile. But, I eventually got a couple things when my friend was sketching some stuff in front of me.

Sorry that the current Insatiable Madness chapter is taking so long, I've been studying a lot these past couple of days.

I also got another ask where it asked about Halloween. I don't really celebrate Halloween, because I never grew up with it. I've always been too shy to trick-or-treat and I didn't have many friends (and still don't) who'd want to go with me. Quite sad actually, but it's alright. I don't think I missed out on much.

Is anyone expecting me to make a Halloween special? I don't mind doing it, but I'll need inspiration as I wouldn't know where to start 💀

Actually, the more I think about it, I do have one fun idea. (Harbingers going trick-or-treating??? Halloween party if that even exists? Idk, I'll have to do some research.)

|You can take this with Yandere and without - some will probably lean towards yan though.|

So, to begin with:

Pierro wouldn't be too bothered. I feel if Y/N had a skill they were confident in, and wanted to show it, he'd let his curiousity get the better of him and check it out. But, if it's something like drawing he'll probably leave a comment then leave. Whether it's positive or negative, you be the judge. This man is like a slate slab. No personality I'm sorry 😭😭 (When I see more of his character, maybe I'll like him more?)

If you were to draw this man, he'd be humbled. A Grandpa who received his very first present from his grandchild. Would definitely frame the damn thing in his office (which originally was your parent's) he'd put it on the desk. It's his office now, don't argue for it back.

Capitano would show interest. Not too much since he's the main captain of the Fatui, but still interested. If he's bored, or deems the 'fort' (the house) safe, he'll sit down with you and watch what you're doing. Occasionally asking you if he could doodle with you - but I think that would be very rare. His main objective in his mind is guarding you when your own is low whilst you're having fun, doodling or drawing something.

Would 100% deny the picture of him at first. He'd think, that looks like me, but it can't be. Yes, it's him, you'd reassure. Eventually he does take it and folds it in his coat. After that, he'd probably leave the room in embarrassment. Since then on, he'd definitely keep all drawings you've made of him in his pocket. There's too many? Let's put it in the second pocket. That's full too? Looks like he's buying a new coat. Oh? There's room in his military coat he hasn't worn in two years? That'll do just nicely.

Dottore would be intrigued if he saw you practice anatomy - or if you drew more of a gorey scene. I think he'd be even more interested if you liked to draw the human body with extra things (such as arms, legs, eyes or even got rid of a few), and question you on your design choices and if it already exists somewhere. (He's not fooling you, he's obviously taking inspirations for a new experiment). If he didn't know, or wasn't good, he'd probably ask for tips on how to sketch ideas like yours. He reassures you it's not for any experimentation but once again, he's not fooling you at all.

If you were to draw him he'd treat it like glass. Nobody has ever given him a sketch before - bonus points if you draw him injured whilst you're angry with him. He'd treat it as if you drew him with love, and not as if you'd stab him in the heart if you ever got the chance. What do you mean he shouldn't like it this much? It's a work of art! He'd be very quick to correct the drawing if you got anything wrong. Who knows what this man has in his body at this point.

Columbina would join you in your drawing activities. Maybe add some glitter if you have any. The second you complain about cleaning up, however, she has somehow disappeared and has become very forgetful about the events upstairs. 'How curious!~' She would hum to herself with her usual smile. Is definitely the type to ask if you could draw her. Who are you to refuse? Especially when she gives you that look of daunt hope and kindness which makes you drop your pen in fear. Before you can give her an answer, you've already picked up your pencil and began to sketch her beautiful headpiece.

When Columbina receives her multiple sketches, she's overjoyed. Oh, look how you drew this part! How you drew her clothes! She's quick to kiss you on the cheek as a thank you and runs off somewhere. Huh, you feel like you've just been used.

Arlecchino will roll her eyes at first. She's seen many children in the hearth draw for her. Her initial thoughts were vague, she didn't really see much of your hobby. That was until she actually saw what you were drawing. She would stare as you worked, your pencil delicately brushing against the paper you most likely bought the other day. It soon will become a habit to watch you work, becoming a therapeutic source for her. She sometimes questions why you're drawing... certain things, but she wouldn't actually stop your creative mind from working.

Handing Arlecchino the drawing you drew of her would make her blood rise to her cheeks slightly. Sure, she's received a lot of gifts in this sense before. But from you? What an honour! She'll accept it with a soft smile she'd usually show the kids, and pat your head treating you like one. Little do you know she's trying so hard to control her cute agression response by not tearing the paper.

Pulcinella would react very similarly to Pierro. However, he'd have more experience with complimenting and encouraging 'a child' in a hobby they're having fun with. If he saw your skill, he'd probably compliment it whole-heartedly with a chuffed smile. Massaging his mustache like some aristocrat, in the 1940s... Anyway, he'd be very pleased when he watches you draw more and more. He's happy that you're spending your time doing something you like under the tense situation his coworkers (and him, but he doesn't like to admit it) have brought upon you.

I do not see you drawing this man at all. He's a short, dobby, old, looking as man. I don't see him as the type to ask either, at all. He's minding his own business in your house and plans to keep it that way until the situation is resolved.

Scaramouche really doesn't care. We've all got our own likes and dislikes, but he's not bothered about yours. Will most likely purposefully pass by you working on a piece and insult it just to get attention. He'd never actually mean it though - he just never tells you that important fact. As time progresses he'll sneak into your room just to look at more sketches or finished drawings you've done, and assess your progress from each year if you've been practicing for a long time-period.

Now, here's where things get interesting. If you were to draw him and never show it to him, said puppet finding it for himself in one of your drawers, he'd first feel angry. Why wouldn't you show him this? It's of him! ...But then he'd quickly realise it's because of the way he treated you when you were working (oops). If you actually handed it to him and let him keep it, he'd be delighted. You actually drew him? He didn't even have to manipu-- he means 'ask' you to draw him? This is a good step forward to where he wants to be in your heart.

Sandrone would be delighted to know that she's finally found a use for you in her head. She never thought that purposefully walking past you one evening would lead to her shuffling through all the sketches and designs you've done with awe. Where did you get this idea from? How can she recreate it? Would you be happier and more devoted to her if she were to make your dreams true? She digresses. Watching your creative little mind draw your ideas to life inspires her also, and makes her want to recruit you as a special exception to the 'no non-artificial beings' allowed in her workshop. Thinking of all the monstrosities you could design with her help sends pleasurable shivers up her spine.

Drawing her, however? This was rather unprecedented. Out of all the things-- no, people you could have drawn... and you decide on her? And ooh! You even drew her slave she likes to travel around on, how thoughtful, you're already expressing your adoration for her works! Trust me, don't draw her. You'll give her daydreams that will never happen.

Signora, like most of the harbingers, wouldn't care at first. She hates your house and hates your world, why in Teyvat's name would she be interested in what you're doing? That's what she used to think, until her arrogant slick eyes caught sight of what exactly you were drawing. In my opinion, there's only a couple things that would interest Signora. Drawing dresses, if you were interested in fashion designing, would definitely be the main one. Viewing your designs after you finished them would soon become a small hobby for her, and soon, she'd eventually ask you to draw her in one of your designs.

You'd say yes, of course. An excuse to draw a drop-dead gorgeous woman in one of your designs for free? No way you were going to pass this opportunity! For her hard work in modeling, you'd definitely pay back twice and give her a drawing of her in her harbinger uniform too - which I think would flatter her a bit too much.

Pantalone wouldn't care, and would never become interested. He's a very rich and successful banker, not any ordinary man. As soon as he sees you drawing somewhere in the house, he'll shrug and go the opposite way. He knows what it's like to be interrupted through a thoughtful process, and he doesn't feel like getting an earful from you if he interrupts it. What he does think about, however, is if you're making money from it. Maybe an online business. He asks, and receives a very disappointing answer. No? What do you mean no? These are good, he'd pay for a portrait! Well, if Mora was a usable currency here. Ugh, the thought of being a poor man in this world makes him disgusted.

Drawing him would result in lots of praise. He'd be very happy you used your own time to draw him. He didn't even have to pay for it, it was gift! You even said so yourself. Immediately taken from your hands and framed somewhere. You can't seem to find the drawing though... Pantalone insists it's still in the house, but no matter where you look you just can't find it! Oh well, it's probably better you didn't know where it went. (You would have never been able to find it, he hid the location so well after all.) Pantalone told you he'd give something back to you as a thank you, but you're not holding him to his word.

Tartaglia would be interested the second he sees you doing something he hasn't seen you do before. That looks interesting, let him give drawing a try! He'd boast how his siblings love his drawings he creates, but you knew he was lying to set a cheery mood. Your understanding was backed when you actually saw his 'Amazing Drawing'... It was embarrassing to say the least. He would heed all your little tips and eventually get good at drawing from your guidance! I can see him as the type to use these skills later for his siblings, and as the type to continue drawing even if you begin to get bored of it... He's skilled with his fingers after all-- okay I'm sorry I'm done.

Drawing him can go one in two ways. I see him as someone who will whine about being drawn. He'll say: 'Have you drawn me yet?' in one of the most annoying voices he cna muster. He knows and understands you find it annoying when he asks you to draw him, so he's found a loophole. Just keep asking questions related to it until you get the hint! ...You got the hint weeks ago, but you're refusing to do it. Well, you're refusing to show him your drawings you've already finished and hid out of sight. Showing him these drawings would make him really happy! Would fold his favourite and carry it around with him everywhere like some of the other harbingers. His next commission he's planned to ask you is of a drawing of Capitano. You eagerly declined, not wishing to impose on the Captain's privacy.

#genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #fatui harbingers #yandere harbingers #genshin #pierro #capitano #il dottore #columbina #arlecchino #pulcinella #scaramouche #sandrone #la signora #pantalone #tartaglia #childe #fatui #genshin fatui

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic scenario with Ghost (Simon Riley) from the Modern Warfare reboot? Can you also amp up the horror in this scenario 👀?

I'm assuming you mean from the newest Modern Warfare 2 so I'll do that! I have no played the game but I have seen the story. I'll try my best to amp up the horror but I'll have to see how well I executed it, it depends on what you wanted. I had to scrap my first draft as it wasn't going anywhere so I decided taking it in this direction would be better for horror. You may need to be more specific next time ^^; Sorry if it came out shorter than intended....

Phantasm

Yandere! Simon "Ghost" Riley Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Murder, Gore/Blood described, Breaking and entering, Implied forced relationship, Stealing, Dubious touches, Being watched while you sleep, Isolation, Toxic behavior.

Like a phantom, Ghost hovered around your life. He haunted your presence and you barely had a clue. He watched you with the skill of a soldier who's hidden in the shadows all his life.

Ghost didn't care if inserting himself into your life was wrong or not. In fact he barely even was part of it. Ghost always kept his distance, he always lurked in the shadows.

In a way it was like you were being haunted. If you caught sight of him in your peripherals he was usually gone the next time you looked around. He lurked and watched... but never revealed himself to you.

Ghost liked to watch you. He's quite the silent person due to having his fair share of stealth missions. Hiding in the dark and being quiet has become an important trait of his.

While you may not know much about his existence, he knows just about everything on yours. He knows what you do, he knows how you act, he knows who you have contact with.... It wasn't all that hard for him to hack into various spaces online to obtain info.

Ghost has an influence on your life despite not fully being a part of it. He wishes he could be closer but that would have to wait. For now, be keeps his spot open.

Those who get too close are inflicted with the curse that is Ghost. If he feels someone is too close to you, the one he's so fascinated about, he deals with them. There's no need to be so gorey, he could end their life easily with a silenced weapon after luring them away.

But there's a certain satisfaction when their blood covers his gloves.

He could use a gun and get things over with quickly. A knife allows him to see the life leave their eyes at his hands, however. It allows him to show how much power he has over the. It's... satisfying.

The disturbing part is that the people he removes from your life are typically close with you. Friends and possible lovers are usual picks. Your siblings or parents are considered but he holds himself back.

Removing rivals already strains you enough as is.

Ghost often finds himself holding back when it comes to you. Isolating you socially often eases the sickly concoction of jealous envy within him... but then he watches you mourn. He often ends up telling himself it's too soon to intervene.

Ghost is often there, even during your worst moments. He sees every mournful cry that he knows damn well he caused. He sees every little twitch and mumble in your sleep. He even sees all the things you do when you think you're alone.

It's all so cute... he loves the fact you're so unaware.

Ghost takes after his name when it comes to you. Like a ghost he slips into your home in the late hours of the night occasionally. He watches you as you sleep, maybe even lightly stroking your skin as you slumber away.

Ghost takes small memorabilia to take with him. He's always quiet, completely silent as he leaves with little implication he was there. The only thing you wake up to is you possibly misplacing some items and a breezy window.

Ghost prefers to keep things this way. As much as he'd like to barge in on your life to comfort and love you like he wants, he can't. He has to be patient and slowly tiptoe around your life.

The most you know of his presence is slight glances and ghostly touches at night. The smell of metallic blood sometimes greets your nose and it chills you to the bone. It's even worse when you get word someone close to you has gone missing again.

Ghost is aware him manipulating your life like this only hurts you. The murder, the stalking, it all makes you paranoid and terrified. He's hurting you for his own selfish gain.

Yet he justifies it by telling himself he'll be closer to you soon.

For now things will be soft touches while you're unaware. For now he'll resort to dirty work to keep others away. For now he'll haunt your life like a ghost until the time is just right.

Even now as he slips into your window again to kneel beside your body, he thinks of the future.

Soon he'll no longer be a ghost to you. Soon he'll introduce himself and become close to you. He'll try to take things slow but will take what he wants if he feels he's losing you.

The future between you holds so much potential in his eyes. As he watches you quietly while you sleep and quietly slips his hand into yours, he thinks of it all. You two could be great for each other.

Soon... he won't just have to be a phantom in your life. You won't have to question if he's really there or not. You'll know he's with you.

Unfortunately, you may then know everything.

You'll know the murder he's done. You'll learn why you smell blood on him and why you're so alone. He'll scare you like a ghost if he doesn't play things right.

The fear of pushing you away keeps Ghost from giving into his desires fully. He can't get ahead of himself. Even if he wants to take his chances and kiss those lips of yours or lay next to you... he knows better.

Ghost above all else is a tactical soldier. He can't rush things until he has a plan. Watching you and barely being a part of your life will have to do.

A barely audible sigh leave him as he strokes your cheek. Afterwards he backs away and makes his way back towards your window. Like a phantom, he's gone in an instant.

Only he knows he'll be back the next night to watch you...

Perhaps even the next few nights after that... all until everything's perfect and he can claim you as his.

#yandere call of duty #yandere cod #yandere call of duty modern warfare 2 #yandere cod mw2 #yandere ghost #yandere simon riley #yandere simon ghost riley

[painsandconfusion]

LOVE you writing. your descriptions are always so visceral - how do you do that? do you have a slideshow tutorial? /hj

Buckle up because I take everything seriously and am procrastinating bar prep again. 

(tw for stabbing / blood / knife / gore because that's how I do)

Writing Vivid Descriptions 101

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Let’s build up a description. We'll work on just one sentence and walk through what to pay attention to and how to make it come alive. Let’s start with something simple-

A stabbed B.

Neat. Fun. We always like a good stabbing - but just saying it doesn’t do much. We need a visual here. So.

A stabbed B in the stomach, and they started to bleed.

 Nice! We have a location now, as well as some color. A little bit of motion in the ‘bleeding’ aspect since gravity is a thing. I’m gonna push that a little further now and follow that movement...

A stabbed B in the stomach, and they started to bleed through their shirt and down their jeans.

Better. It’s more dynamic now.

But do you know what I like? Personification. Whenever humanly possible, I like to let the indirect and direct objects in the sentence become subject nouns. So instead of ‘they started to bleed’ - let's let the blood be its own thing. Remove ‘B’ from the equation entirely in that part of the sentence.

A stabbed B in the stomach, and blood bled through their shirt and down their jeans. 

Better - more dynamic yet. But let’s clean that up a bit so it’s not redundant. 

While I’m at it - let’s also add a smidgen of texture by swapping out for some more evocative verbs, nouns, and adding a couple adjectives in that half of the sentence.

A stabbed B in the stomach, and thick, oily crimson seeped through their shirt, bleeding down their jeans.

That’s already worlds better. And I didn't really do anything except toss in a couple adjectives.

But you know how we made ‘blood’ the subject noun before? Make it ‘do’ the bleeding instead of B? What if we’re keeping the attention focused on the threat? Not A - right now, the more frightening thing is the knife.

And we haven’t even mentioned the knife yet.

So let’s toss that in as a noun and let it carry some of the weight of the action. Let’s see the knife doing things and making the blood come…

A’s knife stabbed B in the stomach, dragging thick, oily crimson seeping through their shirt and bleeding down their jeans.

Dear goodness, do you see how much better that is compared to the starting sentence? 

Lovely.

Something fun about adding dynamics and layers of personification and visuals is that the sentence length also adds to pacing. It’s much easier to process something as visceral as a stabbing as you should when the sentence is just three words long. So, drag it out. Get in all those gorey little details.

Let’s add a couple more of those details to the first part - we've been just working on the second half of the sentence, let's catch the first up to speed. 

I’m gonna do the same thing as above with the personification angle, but tone it down a little - just bringing attention to B’s flesh instead of treating them as a whole unit. The more specific the description, the easier it is for your reader to hone in on that one body part - and hopefully - convince them just a liiiiiiiittle bit that they’re feeling that pain, too.

A’s knife ripped slowly through the soft flesh of B’s abdomen, dragging thick, oily crimson seeping through their shirt and bleeding down their jeans.

Alright. At this point, we’re doing pretty darn good.

I’d call it quits here for most things.

But.

If you wanna take it a step further and scrub in a little dissociation, you can also hide the subject noun (the knife or A in this case) and focus entirely on what this feels like. 

The best way I’ve found to do this is to show involuntary movement, sounds, and slightly ‘wrong’ descriptions. Like the blood being warm and wet instead of red. Their body moving backwards without them meaning to. The sound catching in their throat and what that feels like.

All the while, let’s keep those prior lessons going. Personify the nouns that are affecting your character and keep up the description work.

Let’s try it.

A whimper choked to a stop in B’s throat as the soft flesh of their abdomen ripped slowly open, dragging a thick, oily crimson seeping through their shirt and warming down their jeans.

See how I just recycled most of those words? At this point, we’re no longer seeing something happen to B, we’re living it with them.

I like the ‘whimper’ bit because sounds can give so much input on what your oc’s state of mind is - especially involuntary sounds. But they can also give a ton of context in very little space, letting you focus less on dialogue and more on the visceral moments that are gonna get you those sweet, sweet physical reactions to the text.

So let’s make the sound that they were making into a dialogue summary instead. 

The babbling, stuttering pleas choked to a stop in B’s throat as the soft flesh of their abdomen ripped slowly open, dragging thick, oily crimson seeping through their shirt and warming down their jeans.

Okay very fun very fun but. Like. The knife is still in there right? So be sure to make your next sentence about how they can feel it inside them - how they clutch onto A’s wrist to try to keep it still even as their own trembling legs beg them to buckle and drop.

You get the picture. Keep it rolling. Give nouns their own voices and actions. Let us feel the sensations. Let us see B's state of mind by the state of the world and their body.

Just build it up. 

Pay attention to sentence length. Depending on the cadence of your paragraph you’ll want longer and shorter sentences. Don’t get monotonous with it - read it aloud! See how it sounds. I’d probably chop this one in half at this point.

Something here isn’t quite working with my natural cadence, this sentence is getting to be a lot, and I really did like having the blood have its own voice, sooo……

The babbling, stuttering pleas choked to a stop in B’s throat as the soft flesh of their abdomen ripped slowly open. Thick, oily crimson dragged around the cool blade, soaking through their shirt and warming down their jeans.

There.

Much better. 

Much easier to digest and more dynamic as well.

I'd definitely add something like 'the world blurred around them' or 'the ground slipped sideways as they stumbled back, muscles trembling and convulsing around the cool blade' etc etc etc in the next sentence or two. Show how this description directly affects them.

I’ll stop there so I don't just end up writing a full scene, but really you can workshop this for…forever? Find what descriptions suit you, get a list of visceral adjectives and sensation-driven verbs, then use the shit out of them. I believe in you all. Have fun!

#writing advice #writing tutorial #writeblr #whumpblr #whump community #writing community #writing tips #idk this is just the sand style #do what works for you #lovelies #sand asks #sand speaks #knife #blood #stabbing #gore #long post

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

Brother's Keeper AU:

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: How did Caleb live so long? How can he still be here after 400 years?

A: Belos wanted him to stick around and so he made it happen. As for specifics: *shrugs* your guess is as good as mine! This is something I've preferred to leave up to the readers. I will simply confirm that he isn't hiding any goop powers or OP palisman-given magical abilities. He is, for all intents and purposes, a regular human who is somehow really, really old.

Q: If Caleb is still alive, where did Hunter come from?

A: The full story here hasn't been told yet, but you may notice Caleb is missing quite a few bones...

Q: Caleb's ears are pointed! Did Belos cut them??

A: Correct

Q: Does Caleb know about the Collector/the basilisks/Belos' plans?

A: Probably! He's been Belos' sounding board for 400 years. Access to things that could "further corrupt him" or provide him a tool for escape, however, are off limits, so there are many things, like the Collector, that he's heard about but never seen for himself.

Q: Where's Flapjack/Amity/Darius/etc?

A: This is basically a canon divergence. If you haven't seen a particular character, it's safe to assume for now that they're up to whatever they were doing in canon.

Q: I don't get it. Why is Caleb insane?

A: I suggest you reread the first few story posts, my friend! You have fallen for Belos' lies.

Q: Do you have a posting schedule? When will the next part come out?

A: There is no posting schedule. I draw (mostly but not always) traditionally in my free time, for the fun of telling a cool story, and some posts are longer than others. That means the timing of the next post depends on how long it is, how much time I have, and whether or not I'm at home with access to my scanner. Sometimes this means I post quickly. Sometimes it means you'll see me next month. Sorry about that.

Just know that if I know there's going to be an extended wait, especially one where I'm not actively working on the next drawing, I will make an announcement about it. If you haven't seen an update in a while but I also haven't said anything, it's almost definitely because I'm actively chipping away at a part of the story that's taking me longer.

Q: Why do some of the story posts have a letter after the number? Are these less important than the regular story posts? Can I skip them?

A: No, I Do Not Recommend skipping them! They are just as important as the others. They have a letter on the end because they were added later and I use letters as a way to avoid renumbering everything. If you see story posts labeled something like "3, 3A, 4", they are meant to be read the same as you would if they were "3, 4, 5".

Q: Can I make art/fic/cosplay of this au?

A: Knock yourself out! If you post it somewhere, please include credit, but otherwise I don't mind, and actually love seeing what you do with it! If it's NSFW though, please keep it in appropriate spaces with proper warnings.

Q: Wait there's fic/fanart?? Can I see?

A: If you look through the tag on my blog "BK fridge gallery" you can browse any content shared with me that I've reblogged. :) People are free not to share it with me too though, and there are some I don't reblog, especially if its gorey or suggestive, so you might be able to find a bit more elsewhere under the Brother's Keeper AU name if you look for it.

You may also notice I have a featured tag called "BK Soundtrack." That's for songs that people have suggested to go with the AU. You are welcome to browse or suggest songs of your own ;)

Q: :( I sent an ask but you didn't answer. Did you get it?

A: Probably, yes. Sometimes it takes me a few days to get to it. However, if it was theorizing about future plot points, I may actually be holding onto it with plans to answer at a more appropriate time. I like to keep many of my plans for the story close to the chest, so don't be surprised if your theory ask disappears only to show up many months later when the story has progressed to a point where I can give you a more in depth answer.

#Brother's Keeper AU #doodletext #putting this together for the repeat questions! Will add to the master post later.

[sugawhaaa]

"I don't understand,"

Warnings:none

Genre:mainly fluff

Word count:1,296

Songs to listen to while reading:

A/N: so idk why but I'm really nervous to post this 💀 it's my first fanfic of a fictional character (that I'm posting at least teheheheheh) but I am working on the Jungsu and Jooyeon boyfriend Povs I promise 😭

The way of your world

Life with Xiao wasn't easy, to say the least. You had begged him day after day to train with him, it was only when you "proved" yourself would he let you into his life. When you first went to Mt. Aozang things were…odd. During training Xiao was rather harsh and unforgiving, and he didn't understand how you needed rest and sleep. The food was also quite weird and unfamiliar.

Nonetheless, things improved. Xiao got softer and more understanding, the food started tasting better and every once in a while you'd get a treat from your hometown (Xiao would usually surprise you with treats) life in the mountains started getting better. One time when training you were trying to prepare your mind, or your aura? Something like that. As you were taking deep breaths with your eyes closed the ground beneath you started shaking a little. You opened your eyes and saw you were slipping off the rock and off the cliff. Just as you started panicking Xiao grabbed your left arm and wrapped his other arm around you. He then teleported back to safe land without saying a word and you went back to training. But it was quite hard to clear your mind after that.

Another time you were sleeping in your little hut thingy (that u had to build yourself because he refused to help you build one when you first arrived) even though the hut was so horrible Xiao often sat in it with you when you sleep. It sounds creepy but he did it in a comforting way. Well until you asked him why…

"Because you might get attacked while your asleep," he said sitting down in the corner of your hut.

"Awe you do care about me!" You said in a girly voice.

"No. I just don't want the monsters go get stronger." He said as if it were nothing.

Okay so who cares, either way you have a little protector watching over you through the night. Most of the time.

"Bad dreams?"

There was one night though, his tough shell around you seemed to crack. It was late, at least 12am, and you were sleeping soundly in your bed after a long day of training. When you had a nightmare. It was gorey and horrifying. You woke because of it, you slowly sat up and scanned the room.

"Go back to sleep." Xiao said sternly. You were going to do as he said, setting your head back down on your pillow but the images of the dream kept you up.

"I can't," you whined, Xiao sighed and shook his head.

"Why?" He actually sounded a little concerned for once.

"I-I had a nightmare…" you were waiting for him to make fun of you for behaving like a child but instead he sighed and came over to you.

"I…" he paused and took a deep breath. "I understand. I understand what it feels like, I mean," he said as you snuggled up to him.

"I thought you didn't sleep?" You asked tilting a head up to him.

"Not often. But I do get these visions," he said putting his hand on the diamond on his forehead. "You could call them, memories even. Bad thoughts. With pictures," he said putting his hand over his eyes now. He then fell backward onto your second pillow. He looked so beautiful, the way his hair fell across the pillow and his arm over his head. His siren eyes barely peaked open and his face softened.

"I see," you said laying next to him.

"Sorry. I-I'm bad with words…" Xiao said looking up at the top of you makeshift hut.

"It's okay, I understand what you mean," you butterflies in your stomach at this kdrama moment you were sharing with him. You wanted to touch his hair so bad, it just looked so soft.

"Well take your time," he randomly said.

"Pardon?"

"Sleeping,"

"Come again?"

"Stay up as late as you need, just wait for those bad thoughts and images to go away," he almost cracked a smile but remained stern.

"That sounds like a goodbye,"

"Well you heard wrong. I'll be here. But training starts as usual and I'm not going easy on you just because you didn't sleep well,"

"Wow that's gonna help me sleep," you chuckled.

"It better, because it's late," and with that he got up and stood in the corner of your hut. Well Xiao is a truthful young man, he did stay there. Instead of thinking about your bad dream, you relived the romantic moment with Xiao before dozing off.

Just about a year after you had been training with Xiao there was one evening. After you ate dinner you went back into your hut that was much more liveable (thanks to Xiaos help) as you were changing your clothes Xiao opened the little curtain to get inside your hut. You turned around, shirtless, and stared at him before it hit you.

"Get out!" You yelled covering yourself. He stuttered out a sorry and left, standing outside the door waiting for you to say it was okay to come in now. You got a new shirt on and took a deep breath. "So, what do you need," you said, opening the curtain again.

"I…I just wanted to visit for a while,"

Did Xiao say just that…he actually wants to visit you?!

"Sure," you smiled and let him into your hut.

"Hm…a lot of things are different. Since I was last here I mean," he said sitting down on a little cluster of pillows which made a makeshift bean bag chair.

"Well that was a while ago now, at least a month," you chuckled.

"I like, I like the lights," he said gazing up at the fairy lights displayed on your ceiling.

"Thank you! I bought them from a little market on the outskirts of Liyue city,"

"They're pretty," he said, still looking up at them. Was that blush on his cheeks? No way. Adeptus Xiao…blushing in front of you!??!

It was already 8 o'clock and you two had been talking for basically 3 hours. There was a moment of silence.

"So…I have a question," Xiao said, looking you in the eyes. "What does love feel like?"

You laughed at his question. "What? Why are you laughing at me!" He said angrily

"Sorry, I'm sorry you're just so cute," you said, still giggling a bit. You sighed after your laughter and began explaining "I don't know how to describe love really. Being in love is different than feeling loved…so what do you want to know?"

"Both." Xiao said sternly.

"Okay when you feel loved, it's like your body's warm and toasty,"

"Like your insides are burning?"

"Xiao what? No, like when you cuddle into a warm blanket,"

"I see," he said thinking a bit about your statement

"Or just this bubbling feeling of warmth,"

"Sounds like burning in lava to me…"

You laughed at Xiao's remark and he gently smiled, the tiniest bit.

"Okay okay moving on to being in love. Being in love is like there's this magnet pulling you towards this person and once you get to them you're so happy but you don't know what to say. You didn't want to talk to them, really, you just wanted to see them, feel them, be near them," you said looking up at him in his beautiful crystal eyes that were shining right back at you.

"I understand…"

Part 2?????

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[elliepassmore]

Someone You Can Build a Nest In review

5/5 stars Recommended if you like: fantasy, light horror, monster main characters, LGBTQ+ characters

Big thanks to Netgalley, DAW, and the author for an ARC in exchange for an honest review!

TW: gore, animal cruelty, abuse

I definitely thought this was a novella going into this and didn't realize it wasn't until I got past all the acknowledgements, ARC stuff, and table of contents and the book was still on 1%. Most of the horror I read is in novella format, so I was a little worried I was going to end up with more than I'd bargained for, but luckily that wasn't the case!

This book definitely has gore in it, at times quite a bit, but I wouldn't really classify this as a gorey novel and, in that same vein, while Shesheshen is a monster and devours people, I wouldn't classify this book as 'horror' necessarily. I suppose it is somewhat in the same vein as The Salt Grows Heavy, though Shesheshen and the mermaid are very different. I actually thought some of the scenes of Shesheshen eating were funny at times, she has an interesting outlook to things that can be humorous.

Shesheshen herself is the only one of her kind that she knows. Her mother was killed when she was young and she devoured her siblings before they could devour her and has lived in monster solitude ever since. It's clear that her early life has a great impact on her since she wants to find someone to build a nest in who will be a better parent than her father was (and whom she views as just a setting, albeit a nice nest), how she wants to be able to be there for her offspring, and how she questions some things about her own existence since she had no one to teach her otherwise. I found Shesheshen to be interesting, particularly in the way that she can absorb items around her and utilize them to build her body's structure.

Despite being a 'monster,' Shesheshen clearly has empathy and feelings. Her best friend is a blue bear named Blueberry and the two are obviously close and Shesheshen definitely loves her. Likewise, she's able to recognize the hypocrisy of humans calling her a monster while killing what- and whoever they feel and being mean to one another. Shesheshen is also drawn to Homily's kindness and it quickly becomes clear that she has a strong protective streak when it comes to the people and things she cares about.

Homily is depicted as kindhearted and even expresses similar sentiments about hunting animals and monsters that Shesheshen does. These two are two of the things that most strongly draw Shesheshen to her. But Homily has also been through some shit and has a hard time around people as well as the tendency to let people hurt her, either in a "go along to get along" kind of way or because she thinks she deserves it. Despite this, Homily also has a strong protective streak and protects Shesheshen and others on multiple occasions.

While not a main character, I have to give a shoutout to Laurent, whom I find hilarious. May he be happily terrorized for the rest of his days.

I enjoyed reading about Shesheshen's attempts to stay close to Homily, and confess that she's the 'monster' who Homily thinks cursed her family (but definitely didn't), and how major hijinks ensue as a result of this decision. Shesheshen definitely has gotten herself into a situation here and it was funny to read her desperately attempting to outmaneuver the humans trying to hunt her down. She shows some remarkable cunning, and it's clear she has a good mind for strategy. But I did find her attempts to get out of the situation without devouring the whole hunting party to be quite hilarious.

While this is ostensibly a humorous story about a queer monster falling in love with a human, this book also tackles themes like abuse and the cycle of abuse. Shesheshen has suffered at the hands of humans who have come to kill her, which is one kind of abuse, but Homily has suffered through having a truly demonic set of family members who seem to delight in harming her, both physically and emotionally. A large part of this story is about healing from that and not falling into the same cycles, wittingly or unwittingly.

Overall I enjoyed this book and found it to be fairly light-hearted, despite its contents. There is some gore, but it's not too bad, and Shesheshen's 'monster' shenanigans are done very matter-of-factly and with a great deal of attention paid toward whether Homily would think it too weird.

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[berry-hwa]

Part VI!

⚠️WARNING!!!! this part contains some light imagry that may be a tad triggering to some(topics such as animalistic predatory instincts)(nothing too detailed or gorey) so i marked the most graphic part in red!! Do keep that in mind and skip over it if you have to.⚠️otherwise i **would** very much like to hear anyones thoughts about this so far and what you would perhaps like me to dig deeper into :3 other than that, do enjoy!

"What."

"A swim...should we go for a swim?" She repeated the question to the ever so bewildered CEO.

"Right now?"

"...Yes? Have you never gone on late night swims?" She inquired, curious. "Late night swims are very peaceful." Maybe if he went on them more often he wouldn't be such a-

"It's dark and cold. How can it possibly be peaceful?" He crossed his arms after setting his coffee mug down.

"...Right. You're still just a mere human in the end," She sighed. "As transformed as you may be the oceans are probably still hard for your body to handle."

"So I'm the problem."

"Pretty much."

She saw him roll his eyes to the sky and then think to himself. It really wasn't something to waste so much time pondering about...

"I suppose...we could have a dive into the pool here. I think there'd be plenty of room for the both of us." He finally spoke up after a hefty 2 minutes of silence.

Great! She could finally swim again.

But...the pool?

"...Is that even a good idea?" What if someone saw them splashing around in fishtails??? "Don't you have cameras or something?"

"I can always disable them." He stood up and stretched out his arms with a groan, "Plus, it wouldn't be my first time having a dip in the pool."

Huh. So he can be quite careless at times.

"And...did you have a mermaid acquaintance swimming alongside you?" She was a little more concerned than Eisuke seemed to be. Was that a bad thing or a good thing?

"No, I was there with Soryu." Soryu, hm. The two of them seemed very close. She knew they were childhood friends and all but there was still just something...lurking, deeper into their relationship.

Before she could say anything, he'd already began walking to the doors, probably expecting her to follow along. So she did. Only to be met with the door as Eisuke walked out before her and almost closed it into her face. Really, was he actually a child in a man's body?

"Oh. My bad." Asshole.

"Is my presence that insignificant to you?" She opened the door back up and scowled at him, but he didn't even acknowledge her. Wow. Just...wow.

"I thought you wanted a swim session." He continued walking down the hall.

She was still worried about this...pool thing.

"...I'm still not sure swimming in the pool is a good idea." Even still, she followed behind him, feeling nervous probably for the first time that day.

"...Relax. I'm not bringing you to a public pool area. That would be stupid and dangerous for both of us."

Oh. Thank goodness. So he actually is a little smart and has common sense.

"Then where are you going?" She caught up to his long strides and glanced at his face.

"To a private pool area, obviously."

Ah.

"So I can get rid of you once and for all."

"What."

She paused and stopped walking next to him, caught off-guard by his comment. What do you mean get rid of me?! You've accepted your role as a predator way too quickly! And plus, wouldn't she be found sooner or later?! How would Eisuke explain a deceased woman with a fishtail in his own hotel and private pool?! It would be a DISASTER—

"Did you actually believe that just now?" She looked up at Eisuke, who was now way ahead of her and very clearly grinning at her bewilderment and naivety.

Holy shit. This guy is a certified asshole of the land and the seas.

"...I may not have the qualities of a siren, but I will kill you if I have to." She glowered as she approached him again. How could he jest about something like that?!

"That doesn't sound like a joke."

"It isn't one."

"Oh? So you threatened me."

"Did you not also?!" Lords, she was getting sick of him at this point.

"Again, relax. I don't plan to murder anyone with my abilities, even you." He continued walking like normal. Eerily calmly.

"That sure quells my worries, thanks..."

"I don't plan to be a cannibal, if that's what concerns you." What a sentence that is. Truly magnificent.

"...I don't think I needed a clarification of that but thanks, I guess?"

Before she knew it, she had bumped into Eisuke's back as the man came to a stop and unlocked a door, one that had a massive pool behind it as she came to find out.

"I- ...Lords of the seas...why is this so huge???" She gaped at the sight of the still pool and the sparkling city they were overlooking. It was...marvellous, in a way.

"I always want the best for myself." He closed the door, a little 'beep!' sounding in the air as it locked automatically.

"...Do you now." She hoped he actually wouldn't rip her apart up there.

"Go on, you're free to dive in." He slipped his jacket off and tossed it aside, looking to her. Would it kill him to be a little more like Baba in these situations?

"...Alright..." She took a step towards the pool and breathed a sigh into the chilly air of the night. "Here goes nothing."

And she dove into the pool.

Eisuke watched as the water sparkled for a moment before Mira emerged from underneath it, looking up at him.

"Are you scared or something? Come on in already." She beckoned him, noticing a little glint in his eyes as he stepped forwards and prepared himself — diving into the pool with a much bigger splash than her own.

She watched as the water subtly sparkled before Eisuke too emerged from underneath it, locking eyes with her and scaring her just a tad.

"...Goodness, I forgot you sirens had those eyes." She shook her head.

"...What eyes?" He questioned, his fangs lightly glistening in the pool lights.

"You know...those same eyes cats have? For better vision in the darkness? With the yellow glint and all?" How did he not know that feature about himself.

"...Huh."

"'Huh'?"

"Guess that explains why my vision suddenly got better at night after my transformation."

"Gosh...you are absolutely clueless, Ichinomiya." She rubbed her temple with a sigh. For as smart as he seemed, he really didn't know anything about himself, did he? Actually, it was a miracle he even knew about his tail of all things.

"Whatever. Be grateful I brought you here to begin with." He dipped under the water and gently swam to the end of the pool, his dark grey-blue tail glistening all the while.

Well. At least she confirmed he was indeed a siren. He checked for all the characteristics, starting from his webbed hands and ears to his fangs and claws, effective for catching prey. His tail was also very long and seemed to move in the water very effortlessly.

Definitely a siren. Not a legit one, of course, but if he decided to help, he could get the job done.

"Aren't you swimming?" She heard him call out from the other side of the pool. Right. She was in the pool with him. Deciding to ignore his voice, she dipped under the water as well, gliding against the waves as she approached him and emerged once more.

"I can confidently say you're a siren now."

"Did you drag me out here just so you could confirm that?" He raised an eyebrow at her and— goodness, her instincts were practically screaming at her to get away from him each time his fangs showed.

"First of all, you dragged me to this place. Second...yeah, yes that was my goal. And third..." She decided to flick her hand under the water, splashing some of it at Eisuke, "I just wanted to swim again."

"...I'll get you back for that." He wiped his face and she just knew to dip back into the water and swim away as fast as she could to get away from him. Which, she did, only for about five seconds before he quickly caught up to her. Damn him and his longer tail.

He cut in front of her and whipped his tail underwater, the force of the ripples from it pushing her back a few feet.

Literally, what an ass. She'd forgotten that siren tails were also ridiculously strong for as lightweight as they were. Somehow.

She popped out of the water with a scowl, looking at Eisuke's cocky and pleased expression. He really was a child, wasn't he?

"Woow. Showing off?" She attempted to swim towards him again, to no avail as he whipped his tail once more and sent more waves her way.

"What could possibly lead you to believe that?" Feigning innocence, he leaned against the walls of the pool, his arrogant grin never leaving his face.

"I don't know how or why I'm still tolerating you." She swam forward again, not being pushed back this time. "Are you always this big of an asshole?"

"That's none of your concern." He huffed and moved his tail back and forth, the water moving in slow waves against the pool walls and occasionally splashing out.

Actually, his tail was a little mesmerizing to look at. As...scary as it looked. So were his scaled and clawed hands that could effortlessly grab her and finish her off. It was a sort of...terrifying beauty. It was fitting, but she felt he didn't deserve to have it.

Was she subconsciously chasing after him because of his nature right now?

...It wouldn't be a surprise, really. All it took for those sailors was one look at the sirens they encountered to be completely enchanted by them. As well as their voice, of course.

Even if Eisuke wasn't actively trying to lure her in and seduce her, he still held that power. And it was a little...dangerous.

Anyway, it's not like she could drown, and he did assure her that he had no interest in cannibalism, so...she would probably be fine.

"Have you never seen another tail or something?" His voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"No, I...I was thinking about how it looked."

"Much cooler than your own?"

"Hey—" She looked at him with a frown, splashing him again by plucking a bubble out of the pool and sending it towards his face.

"Will you stop that?" He groaned and wiped his face again. Really, what a funny sight. Water shouldn't have been a bother for him, even if it got into his eyes — but he was still a human at his core, so these things still affected him.

"My tail is perfectly fine, thank you very much." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"All I'm saying is that mine is much less...basic and boring to look at, compared to your own." He was so annoying.

"At least mine is much more vibrant and beautifully colored."

"Making you an easier prey in the sea?"

"..."

...Tsk.

"Touché." She saw him grin from the corner of her eye.

"Want me to turn this pool into a hot tub?"

Ah. Right.

His secondary power.

"...No thanks." She shook her head and sighed, leaning her head back onto the pool tiles and closing her eyes. "Is that the only thing you knew about yourself before I showed up?"

"So sorry for not being a walking siren encyclopedia," He exaggerated and she felt the calm waves of the water from his tail again.

"I thought you would have at least done some research...even if you found myths." She opened her eyes and gazed up at the stars.

This atmosphere reminded her of the first time she ever saw the night sky, the stars and moon captivating her young self.

"Well, I didn't. So too bad." He said, and suddenly went quiet. She could feel his gaze inspect her from head to...tail.

"...I didn't notice it yesterday, but your chest is considerably small, isn't it?"

...

"What?" She lifted her head to look at him, completely bewildered. "What are you looking at my chest for???"

"The eye always wanders, you know." ...Unbelievable, this man.

......

Actually...

He was probably looking at her chest for a completely unrelated reason.

He was no doubt hearing her heartbeat and his predatory instincts were probably aching to grab her and dig his claws and fangs into her, even if he wasn't aware. Instincts were instincts, after all.

And sirens found the heart the most irresistable to feast on.

She gulped at that sudden realization, but quickly snapped herself out of it.

"...Yes, you're correct. My chest is considerably small compared to ones you've probably seen, but its for a reason." She cleared her throat and looked at their tails floating underwater.

"Mermaids don't breastfeed their children. That's why all of our chests are much smaller than a human woman's might be."

"...Guess that's reasonable enough." He tore his gaze away from her and cleared his own throat. "Is it also customary to not cover yourselves up?"

"...Mm, many don't. Why should we if mermen also don't cover themselves up? Plus, it's not exactly a shameful thing under the sea for us."

"So it is customary in some way."

She rolled her eyes and laid her head back down, her gaze landing on the moon that was nearly full.

"...Full moon in a few days." She muttered, hoping he would hear.

"I know."

"How have they been for you over the years?" Was it a mistake to ask that?

"Not great. The older I got, the more my cycles worsened." He breathed a sigh into the night air.

"Are they as bad as I've heard with sirens?" Maybe she was digging too deep...

"...Soryu found out about it all during my first time because I, very irresponsibly, revealed myself to him since I was out of my mind."

Yikes.

"How did that end for the both of you?"

"Pretty...normally, I would say. He was surprised but neither of us thought much of it since we were both confused. Anyway, it doesn't compare to the ones I had afterwards..." Her gaze wandered over to his suddenly sullen face as he recalled one of his moon-struck nights. While mermaids had to specifically look at the full moon to be moon-struck, sirens had it much harder even before catching a glimpse at the moon. The two species had pretty similar cycles otherwise, one more concerning than the other of course.

And then he revealed something truly shocking.

"I attacked him once." She grimaced. "I was completely manic. When I finally broke out of that state, I just found myself covered in blood."

...

No wonder he didn't want to dabble in the works of a siren...

He'd hurt his closest friend at such a young age, it probably left a pretty deep impression on him and scarred him.

"I have no idea why he forgave me so easily or why he stuck by me but I think I'll never come to learn that bit of information."

"It must've been difficult for you."

He paused, and then looked at her with a questioning gaze, as if to say "Since when did you speak that way to me?"

"No shit it was difficult. Sometimes if I catch sight of that scar I left on him, it reminds me of how..." He paused again, looking away this time. "Why am I telling you any of this."

"Because I asked you to? It's common knowledge to answer questions." She actually had no idea he could open up like that. Maybe it's because he finally found someone he could share all this to, with no judgement. She wouldn't hold onto that hope though.

"Well, I'm done telling my stories." He huffed and moved his tail again, sinking deeper into the water. "What about you, then? What have your cycles been like?"

"Nowhere near as gruesome or manic as yours, I'll tell you that." She hadn't experienced being moon-struck in quite a long time since she was very adept at keeping away from the full moon.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better somehow?"

"No, not really. Why would it? I'm not a hungry little siren like you are."

She looked away before she could see the scowl on his face again.

"You'll grow wrinkles early if you keep looking at people like that, you know."

"You're very annoying, did you know that?" She almost laughed at the tone of his voice.

"You're just as, if not more annoying, mister siren."

Eisuke splashed some water at her with his hand in response.

"Okay, okay..." She let out a huff, relaxing against the walls of the pool. This was actually pretty nice. Nowhere near as nice as being in the sea, but she felt like she could be at peace here. "I...have a question for you, though."

"What." He answered, very unenthusiastic.

"Can you tell me if Ota has been acting strange today?" As relaxed as she was, she still couldn't stop her thoughts from drifting to the artist.

"Ota? Why are you asking about him of all people?" The CEO asked, seeming almost...protective of the subject.

"Just because. I noticed he's been acting oddly since last night, and he hardly even made conversation with me earlier. You saw how he bolted down those stairs." Eisuke blinked for a moment before thinking to himself

"You're right. He has been acting odd, even around Baba." So it wasn't just her.

"Are they close as well?" She questioned and got one of his subtle glares. She guessed he would've said something along the lines of "Who else is as close as they are?".

"...They're pretty inseparable, I'd say. Which is why Ota's behavior, even around him, is so strange."

Hm. Ota and Baba, and Eisuke and Soryu. Quite the duos the penthouse had.

"Well. That's all I needed to know then."

"Really? That's it? You seemed mildly concerned about him."

"I'll figure it out on my own sooner or later." She looked down at her blue tail, illuminated by the blue lights inside the pool — suddenly reminded of that morning.

"Ah- right. I have to ask you for something else."

"Who is it about this time..." He groaned, running his hand through his hair. Not very effectively since his hands were webbed, but nonetheless.

"It's about me."

"You?"

"I want to make some adjustments to my guestroom, if that would be okay." She confessed.

"...Adjustments such as?"

"Uh...not exactly sure yet, but I'd like to keep the curtains closed at all times, as well as maybe change the lights in the room...add some extra details that would be to my liking."

He stared at her, his expression the least telling it had been this whole time.

"...Okay? Do whatever you want. Why are you asking for permission."

"I was just making sure I was able to do whatever. Just in case you threw a tantrum or something."

She heard him click his tongue as he looked away.

"Whatever." He leaned forward with his entire body, dipping under the water and swimming away, his tail splashing Mira in the process.

Alright then. That must be his way of running away from the conversation. A signal for her to quiet down.

So she complied, closing her eyes once more and settling in the pool, surrounded by the sound of soft splashes of water caused by Eisuke's swimming.

Maybe she needed a part of this tonight.

...Perhaps it wasn't so bad and she could get used to this leisure.

#love 365 #voltage inc #love 365: find your story #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #eisuke ichinomiya #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb fanfic

[the-six-fingered-villain]

In what I'm sure is in no way a nod to my current mental state, I've been reading a lot lately! Have been meaning to post write ups for a while... Sometimes I think about getting on Good Reads or StoryGraph, but the truth is I can barely manage posting here... I think taking photos is the best/only tracking for me. Thankfully the filenames are also timestamps...

2023-070- 29 : The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw - oh so very very flowery language-y. Felt like artwork I'd like on Tumblr came to life and acted out a tableau. How many different ways can you describe something as black? I mock it, but I did actually like it. Incredibly quick read, wonderfully gorey, felt different than my usual. Wouldn't want a lot of it, but it's a good dose. Got the title from some random top 10 New Horror blog post.

2023-07-29 : Open Throat by Henry Hoke - Friend mentioned reading a book told from the perspective of a mountain lion and I was, like, "SOLD! SAY NO MORE!" and immediately checked it out from the library. Was not disappointed. Wish I'd bought it? Interesting typesetting, I like the way the language feels very natural/spoken. Good cadence to it. Didn't love it quite as much as I'd hoped to, but still really liked it. Would recommend. Quick read. I didn't cry while reading it, but when I read the Wikipedia article for P-22, I maybe got a bit teary eyed. Features a bonkers interaction/episode that made me think of a Tumblr post/bit explored far more deeply and from the POV of not the Tumblrina.

2023-06-05 : Woman Eating by Claire Kohda - 👏 I 👏 like 👏 this 👏 book! 👏 More specifically, I recall vividly enjoying it while I was reading it. It hasn't lingered on the mind quite as much as I was expecting, but it was a damn good time. I'm absolutely not her, but also felt a strange occasional resonance that I enjoyed. I don't know if I'd broadly recommend it though. It's not action-y. The Patterson of vampire stories?

(I did not enjoy Reluctant Immortals, bailed early and skimmed it lightly. Weaving Explorer was cute and while I absolutely do intend to get into weaving at some point, I realized now is not the time...)

2023-06-03 : The Southern Book Club's Guide To Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix - as part of horror bender I've been on, have read a couple others by him already. This sounds to be his most popular and 5th one of his I've read (I'll probably get around to My Best Friend's Exorcism at some point) and I feel only so-so about it. Primarily it makes me want a variant of the story from James's POV. There's bits about this that linger, but my distain for Patricia kept me from fully enjoying it... has that tangy sorta' flawed flavor that can induce fandom gnawing though. I imagine when/if the Amazon show rolls out, my interest will be piqued.

I find I enjoy contemplating/comparing both Woman Eating and The Southern Book Club's Guide To Slaying Vampires with each other. The notion of a leech and feeding and social ties and responsibilities. And art and personality and interests.

#recommended #recommendation #books #what i'm reading #six says things

[batpham-discord-highlights]

Jazz Drake: Part Four or Four

source: #ghosts-and-bats channel

tw: gory dreams

1, 2, 3, 4

A

Jazz's guilt manifests in spending as much time with him as she can

And making sure someone else she trusts is with him if she isn't

She stress cooks now

A habit picked up from Alfred

There's two of them

When Jason returns, he doesn't quite understand who this little girl is and why she spends so much time with Alfred

Then Alfred finally introduces them, made difficult by her avoiding Jason

And she's like: my big brother may have forgiven you but I sure haven't

Because to Jazz, Tim has been her whole world for so long

And Jason could've taken that from her

AK

Y'know

How did jazz die?

A

Hmmm

Truck-kun

AK

Was thinking angst but if that's how u wanna go about it xd

A

Except the driver was possessed by a ghost

Or wait

It possessed the truck

AK

I was thinking Danny dissec and jazz find out and maybe she trips and explodes the portal or smth

A

I mean, that works too

AK

Bc horrifying prophetic dreams are aesthetic

A

Oh?

AK

Prophetic is not the right word

Like she is very very overprotective, but she doesn't exactly know why (no complete memories maybe?)

Tw Gorey dreams? And she sometimes will have dreams of another life, of someone familiar and they always end with scream of pain and strange green liquid, and blood

A

Are you making Drake!Jazz a meta? Or is this memory returning?

AK

Memories returning

A

Ah, I see

AK

Slow memory return is very interesting to me

Can cause many an issue

A

What kind of issues are you thinking of?

AK

Paranoia, signs of PTSD with no discernable cause

Bc they don't know whats going on, batfam cannot fix it

Or try to help

A

Did she witness any of Danny's vivisection? Any of the evidence of it happening?

Because issues with medical tables/scalpels/other medical equipment would be very interesting

AK

Honestly up to you

I would like it if she did

And considering that she's wanting to be a doctor

A

I agree

It would make learning surgery very difficult

And even Damian calls her a wimp for it she just absolutely breaks down

Because like, she's young and under stress and Damian hits where it hurts

AK

Are u applying the "not all memories are there" thing?

Bc like just not knowing what ur scared of can be pretty terrifying

A

Yes

She just sees the table with the equipment and has a full-blown panic attack

Bonus points if there's a dummy already cut open

Everyone else is in the cave too

And they're all worried about her

Even Damian, reluctantly

AK

She doesn't quite remember the face, or the name, but she knows it was familiar

Blood/hallucination And she stares at the table. The lighting is suddenly garish and green, and there is a Boyd on the table. Green and red drip quietly, and the face she cannot describe is staring at her, mouth open in a scream

A

Yup

Some good ol angst

Does Danny and Jazz meeting spark their memories more?

AK

Yes it does :4

Jazz gets all her memories back

Danny gets a headrush and promptly faints

A

Jazz immediately goes into protective crisis mode

Everyone is so confused about why Jazz got attached so quickly

AK

They're like twins, attached at the hip

A

Tim and Duke are a little jealous

AK

Danny has exceedingly good aim but is physically weak and faints like no tomorrow

Danny: what kills me makes me stronger

An

Danny no-

A

Duke, Jazz, Everyone: nO

Jazz gives Dick many stinky side-eyes at the beginning of their relationship

He is absolutely delighted to have a baby sister

She's upset that Dick supported Tim becoming Robin

It's not until she blows up at him and they sit down and talk about it together that she realizes he didn't really want Tim to be Robin either

He just knew he wouldn't be able to stop him and was doing his best to keep him safe by teaching him

SM

Just what I was going to say

A

Yeah

They realize that they have a lot in common

(big shocker)

And she starts seeing him as another brother after the fifth time he takes her out for ice cream

And he is unspeakably grateful that she isn't going to be fighting on the streets at night

She's small and sweet and soft and innocent right now

And he wants to protect her, let her stay that way as long as it's safe to

Alfred mostly keeps her off of comms, especially on bad nights

And she stopped watching the news after the fifth time she freaked herself out about Tim not coming home

Jazz and Cass adore each other

Spoiler doesn't really meet Jazz until Cass invites Steph over to hang out during the day time

And then there's this awkward "that's my brother's ex"/"that's my ex's little sister" moment

But after that the three of them get along like a house on fire

And while Alfred would do most of her training

It would be a cold day in hell when Babs didn't make sure each of Her Girls are computer competent

And Jazz has been one of Hers since Dick introduced them

#ghosts and bats channel #batman #danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #tim drake #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #damian al ghul #cassandra wayne #cassandra cain #damian wayne #steph brown #stephanie brown #tw gore #ptsd #tw dissection

[voidthewanderer]

I was gonna do this under a read more, but fuck it. You get to deal with me now.

Nothing is truly original and people need to get over this fact.

Yes, you can make original work, but someone, somewhere is going to find a correlation to an existing thing. It doesn't matter if the original work's artist has never seen what they're referencing, it came from somewhere.

The last truly original thing I have ever seen be created was the Cannonball Loop in Action Park, NJ. And you wanna know something about this monstrosity?

This thing never opened to the public because it was too dangerous even for the testers. Gene Mulvihill was apparently trying to pay people to try this death trap. His own son was even hesitant to try it. The last truly originally creative thing I've ever seen was a death trap waiting to happen.

Human creativity builds off of what it sees; changing it into something for an individual's own palette. A good portion of the time, it's a subconscious thing, you don't even realize that you create something that's similar to something else. It could be something even as simple as "I saw this thing a while back" and just forgot until you see it again.

I linked this before, and I'll link it again. TomSka's video on plagiarism in the arts. He talks specifically about his own experiences with plagiarism (both actual and not actual plagiarism). In all honesty, I do urge every creative to watch.

I shared this a while back specifically for his "Somerton Scale". Here it is typed out.

No Correlation -> Parallel Thinking -> Subconscious Appropriation -> Inspiration -> Influence -> Reference -> Allusion -> Derivative -> Imitative -> Cloning

So, obvious, the first point (no correlation) and final point (cloning) are straightforward. No plagiarism and blatant plagiarism. It's those in between points that I see far too many people get their fucking panties in a bunch. Most specifically, the two points I want to talk about; parallel thinking and subconscious appropriation.

The first two points kind of go hand in hand. Parallel thinking is the process of two unrelated people having the same idea. Now, why do I personally say that this goes hand in hand with subconscious appropriation? Well, there's a reason why certain riffs in music are called earworms or why an idea might sometimes be called a brainworm. You get an idea from somewhere that you love and you make it your own.

Let's take, for example, I dunno... Counting freckles on your partner. I can't begin to tell you how many times I have read this, quite frankly trope in free harlequin ebooks on Amazon. I used to have time to read a lot when I was younger and I didn't care what it was, as long as it was reading material. Did they all steal that idea from one another? No, they didn't. It's honestly a very human thing that actual real humans do. A person doing something to create a mental image of their partner; wanting to engrave every little detail into their minds. That is an adorable thought and a lot of people do it. I know I would.

It's these two points that I always see people throw the biggest, most absolute infantile tantrums. And, almost 98% of the time, it's always the only correlation between two pieces is the same idea. Yeah, you know my "Elect Death for President" art I recently did? I highly doubt I'm the first person to make art of such a dark concept. Especially since I even got the idea from the Wednesday 13 song of the same name. I'm also writing a fic based off the Creature Feature song A Gorey Demise, which was based off of The Gashlycrumb Tinies. Just because I'm using the lyrics of the song for the chapter titles, it doesn't mean it's plagiarism. Now, if I used the lyrics for the chapter titles, didn't tell anybody that it was based off of a song, and possibly changed the name of the story? Yeah, that might be a different story. But even then, that would more fall into the category of allusion (thinly).

As I previously mentioned, we see and hear things we like, it doesn't matter what the media is. Music, stories, movies, tv shows, even just the world around us, and locks it away into a place that we call our own. We make up our own little ideas based off of these things our minds take in; it gets twisted into our own personal tastes. Sometimes people just don't remember where they might get an idea from. Or, they do know, but it's just a small thing, it's not worth mentioning. That doesn't make an idea plagiarism.

Now, I wanna swing the topic slightly for a moment. Character creation and theft. I'm gonna be blunt with you guys, some of my characters are stolen... to a degree. What do I mean by this?

Savino and his brothers; they were all my and an ex-friend's rendition of The Midnight Crew from an old roleplay we'd had going on for like two years. Yes, Homestuck Midnight Crew. By the time I actually took control of the lot of them, they were shadows of their former selves; the only thing distinguishing them from what they were originally being that I hadn't actually made them human at that point or changed their names. If I'd never said anything, there's literally only like two people who would've known that they were originally a roleplay version of the homestuck characters.

The same thing with Jason. He's my former Turbo from my Wreck-It Ralph rp blog days. Now, granted, my Turbo was already pretty disjointed from WiR even in his initial creation, but once I left that era of my life, I didn't want to just throw him into the pit. I still wanted to use him for something; I loved him too much to do that. A fresh coat of paint, a new backstory, and he's now a part of my Fallout line up. Doesn't negate where he came from, however. But, again, if I hadn't said anything, only maybe two or three people would have known.

However, these characters are so disjointed from their original content that they're not that anymore and haven't been associated with their former selves for a long time. Without mentioning anything, most people would be none the wiser unless you previously knew me from those eras of my life. And I am still further developing these characters to further disjoint them from their origins. Vague references at best (Savino and his brothers initials being the same, as well as their crew still being called the Midnight Crew or Jason still sporting the facial markings I'd originally given my Turbo).

There's no real excuse to steal another person's character, however. Outright laying claim or using another person's character for any reason, especially without doing any sort of changes is no different than plagiarism. And, quite frankly, you must be quite the miserable person to do as such. Kinda makes me wonder, what else are you hiding.

Sure, it's possible to have a character that's similar to somebody else's without realizing it until someone points it out. It does happen, quite a lot. However, I also see it more often than naught someone just sees a character, hates how the original creator is portraying them, and then steals it. When they're called out about it, they throw a temper tantrum, claiming that it's totally their own character for sure. Some people are just cheeky cunts and extremely blatant about it.

Theft/plagiarism isn't something that should be taken lightly. Nor is it something that you should just throw around willy fucking nilly. It's a serious claim. And to claim something that you know doesn't actually fall under plagiarism/theft, honestly makes you a shit human being. It's time to learn that not everything you do isn't actually original.

I'll be the first to tell you, just because I ran my shit through a plagiarism checker and got 100% original content? Doesn't mean that I'm not the first person to come up with a brothel in a church or a scummy bad guy kidnapping someone for leverage to rule something. I'm not the first person to write two friends having drunken sex. And I know I won't be the last. You certainly aren't going to be the first to create your ideas either. But you also won't be the last, either.

Just, sit in your little bubble and create. And stay in your own goddamn lane. Unless it's actually, legitimately a beat-for-beat recreation of your work; just shut up. It's not as original as you might think it is.

#shut it void #ngl i'm fully prepared to possibly lose some followers over this but that's ok

[monsterritory]

I'm gonna reply to your full ask anon, but I decided to make this part a stand alone reply. I'm gonna tell you something that I'll say over and over again, at any chance life will get me to mention it.

The very first time I met my therapist, I didn't think I would keep coming to see her, so I decided I would ask the one question that's been weighting me down a lot lately.

I told her that I'm a fan of dark fiction. I explained in detail what exactly do I love. I explained that it's not the sense of disgust that attracts me to it - I genuinely feel happy when I read about fucked up stuff.

And then I asked if that makes me a bad person.

You know, a lot of proshippers get told to "seek therapy" when they talk about their interests online. Here's what an experienced therapist says to a "proshipper" when they encounter one:

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you. If that type of stories makes you happy - I'm happy for you."

"Are you sure? A lot of people online would say that I'm a horrible person for liking that sort of stories."

"What people specifically?"

"Well... just people online. I see it a lot on the social media where I post my artworks."

"You said there was another site, where you post your "dark" stories, and people tell you how much they love them?" (She means AO3)

"Yeah."

"Then I think you should make friends with those people more, and not worry about the ones who don't like what you do."

"That idea makes me feel uneasy. If I only surround myself with people who agree with me, how will I make sure that I'm not in the wrong? ... There is an online community for people who wants trans people like me dead. They're called terfs. They also surround themselves only with people that they can passionately hate us together with. How do I know that this isn't like that? If a trans-hating person asked you for advice, would you also tell them to seek like-minded people and stick with them?"

"If a person came to me and said that they passionately hate other people for existing, that would be a completely different issue. Those little "hate clubs" don't live for a long time. What do you think they'll do once they're done sitting in a circle and hating trans people? ... There is no such thing as "right or wrong". There's just things that people think and do. What you do makes you happy. This type of stories has always existed, and there's nothing wrong with them. It could be your way of processing the trauma that happened to you in the past."

"No, I don't think so. Because my trauma makes me sad. But those stories make me happy. So this... doesn't make me a bad person? You're sure? You promise?"

"Yes. In fact, lots of people love horror. There's always plenty of people watching those movies where people get cut up-"

"I don't mean the gorey movies. I just like abusive relationships. Sometimes between an adult and... not quite an adult person yet. I mean like a 16 year old or something."

"Oh, I see. [She waved her hand in a dismissive manner] Yeah, there's plenty of those stories too. There's nothing wrong with you for it."

So the moral of the story is 1) Do not feel ashamed for things that make you happy and 2) There's your therapy for it. Basically this

(Source: @assignedmale )

And 3) Fuck terfs. It doesn't really have anything to do with the post, just a good thing to remember.

#proshipping #I did not survive an active war zone to keel over a little online discourse from the resurgence of puritanical cult mindset in the youth

[lackablazeical]

Hello!

A. Why does Cuddle's teeth get bigger every time I see her

B. Her eyes also are getting bigger I think

C. Will we ever get a cuddles and raph fusion and the other duo? I think it would be fun for cuddles and raph's fusion to be a complete plush toy body with plush spikes yet the scars are like hard and burnt fabric that has similar texture to Raph's skin, like how some plushes have pure hard thread for details like noses and small scars!

D. I understand your stance on proship is a full no, and I respect that 100%, proshippers can die in a pit. But I'm curious, why do you depict minors in such abusive relationships? I mean, I understand that this is your au and creative liberties know no bounds however concept wise I am fascinated! These are late teens, 15 - 17 last I saw on the ref sheets, yet they are put into extremely gorey and torturous situations and abusive to others, including family. My question is what inspired you to make such a dark ass au? The concept and designs are beautiful, but what inspired you to make it go so dark for minor aged characters? Logically speaking I don't think I could ever see these characters behave this way before seeing your au, and I don't mean to sound rude at all! I do adore your au and characters and writing style, I'm just so curious how you decided to put these young characters in such terrible life positions. It's similar to the torture extent of Like Father Like Son, putting child/teenaged characters into situations that you would see in someone's deepest fears or in a rated R film. Why did you choose to do that? And again, I'm genuinely asking, because even as a horror fanatic, I can't see anyone putting characters to such harmful extremes. /genq

Hi!

A/B: I am inconsistent and don't put effort into drawing her cus I Do Not Like Drawing Her 💃💃💃💃 (I have a design for her the works that I like a lot more that hopefully WILL be more consistent lol, I am so sorry to any miss cuddles enjoyers)

C. Yes!!!! There are gonna be Donnida and Rizu (Raph+Chizu) fusions, then after that I was hopefully planning to do some other combos!!! But omg YES that would be so cute IWHIWJF Raph with little button eyes, ill take 10 please

D. Yes, absolutely completely against proship, I fucking hate proshippers, they all need to choke on forks, yes.

As for your actual question, a few different reasons.

One, I just. Didn't really care to change their ages very much from actual canon. I'm a minor as well (16) so I tend to have characters that are around my age LOL. It's just never crossed my mind that. The minor characters being involved in dark things would like. Add to the horror, I guess? Maybe cus I'm one of said minors IAHWIEBF I have no idea.

Two, I just. Like dark topics LOL. Always have. My interests involve bondage, taxidermy, body horror, etc etc. I just put a lot of that into my work, I love drawing gore and making art w/ dark themes (even bigger bonus if it means I also get to contrast it w/ bright visuals) addams family as a concept is honestly quite dark when you look closer at some of the jokes and situations, I'm just not very good at comedy so that kinda got lost which is a 'my bad' moment

Three, i didn't want to make light of specific topics so I keep and present them dark (for example, Leo stalking Usagi. I'm not gonna make light of stalking and abuse to keep a more lighthearted tone. I'm just not. So. Yeah). I think it's in bad taste to present certain things like that more comically, and I'll take the L of diverting from the source material a lot for it.

I wouldn't compare it to LFLS really! Lfls is a wonderful fanfic made by a wonderful person, but I think. What we try to achieve and the points/ideas we present are very very different, ya know? Hers is angst with a point, I'm just here to get groovy/j

I like the dark topics and I like presenting them as such, ISHDIFBFJ. Maybe it's just my low-empathy talking, but I like what I've done and I'm gonna keep improving it! I just. Idk, I enjoy it. About as simple as that!

I did at least try to go for some difference then other 'dark turtle' AUs I've seen! No hate to any of them, they get all the hearts and flowers from me, I just wanted something different and hopefully. Achieved that! Yay! :D

#blaze's answers

[yanderes-galore]

And if you can can you do a fluffy lefty au with your prompts 31 and 42

Sure! First Fluffy AU Lefty content, I hope you enjoy how I take the character. Lefty is referred to as They/Them in this as idk if I want them male or female for the AU (Since they are no longer two different beings).

Yandere! Fluffy AU! Lefty Prompts 31 + 42

"I'd make you bleed just to get an even better taste of you...."

"Even if I have to break you... I'll never stop loving you."

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic? (Really hard to tell)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Gore, Biting, Blood, Graphic descriptions, Blood consumption, Half consumption in general, Graphic scene of you essentially being bitten into, Violence, Disturbing content, Guilt, Marking, Accidentally took inspiration from Beastars, Dubious but forced attachment/companionship.

Lefty has always been rather quiet. Even before their accident they never said much. Lefty's been rather isolated throughout their time in the facility, not quite a failure, yet no longer perfect either.

Lefty was a black, gray, and red bear created for the Rockstar line of experiments. Their chest is adorned with a golden star pattern and they used to have the most stunning gold eyes. However, after an incident, the bear was left scarred.

They looked mostly the same except for a missing eye. The sight is disturbing, a gorey hole decorated with what looks like claw marks. Lefty was quiet and isolated before, but they only ever got worse after the incident.

As their caretaker you noticed this change in behavior. Their mind was never the same after the traumatic event. The bear was still very reserved, but now their gaze seemed off.

They always kept staring at you. You had tried your best to socialize Lefty after the event, even tending to their wound whenever you can. They weren't quite failed so you could still be around them, just... damaged. Mentally and physically, Lefty was damaged.

They never really improved, they just stayed quiet... all while staring at you.

Perhaps you should've known their quiet nature meant danger somewhere down the line... it's always the quiet ones, huh?

Were they feral, is that what happened? Was Lefty just another monster kept in this place, only to be let out after a break out? Should you have never shown them kindness? Maybe you should've just been cruel, if you did would you still be in this situation?

The blaring sound of alarms and sirens violate your ears. The room is bathed in red, the light making it hard to see the color of the substances on the ground. You knew better... it was blood, blood from monsters and blood from friends.

At this point... maybe even blood from you.

Pain shoots through you as claws dig into your sides. The black bear's teeth dig into the flesh between your shoulder and neck with such uncharacteristic ferocity. Each pulse of pain was met with a lick, like the bear was trying to apologize.

You didn't understand why the bear was doing this. You thought you were on the bear's good side. You thought they liked you!

Oh.. if only you knew.

The bear did indeed like you, a bit too much honestly. Like some form of cuteness aggression the bear bit into you to release some tension in their mind. They love your taste, they love you, they want to surround themselves with you.

They'd do anything to keep you to themselves.

"Even if I have to break you... I'll never stop loving you." The bear whispers, pulling away from your wound with a blood covered maw. Their whispers sound so sweet, so comforting, yet they are still the one causing your pain. It's like they mean well... all while consuming your flesh like they'll die without it.

You doubt you'll leave this place alive.

"I'll make you bleed just to get an even better taste of you...." Lefty whispers again, licking your face. You feel the saliva they produce stain your cheek, yet you don't have the energy to care. "I can't get enough of you... I'm so sorry...."

They sound like they have remorse in their tone. Their instincts are driving them, the scent of blood making their eye blown wide. They aren't sure what they want to do with you.

Do they want to mark you? Maul you? Eat you? They don't know. All they know is they want more.

Lefty looks at their human with a sad lock. You're in so much pain. You have such a look of betrayal in your eyes. It makes the bear hesitate.

But then the scent of blood drives them to continue. It's all around them. It swirls like a captivating meal and scent... it makes them want more.

Lefty remind themselves that they want more... they want more of you.

So... they'll take more... they'll take more until they're satiated.

Even if it hurts you both.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf 6 #yandere fnaf pizzeria simulator #yandere fnaf fluffy au #yandere lefty #yandere fluffy au lefty

[sixstepsaway]

omg thank you for such a long and detailed answer to my izzy ask, it was fantastic!! it definitely felt like we’ve had the same brainwaves. something that’s a bit of a throwaway line (but i found intriguing!) that you mentioned in the answer was that you think izzy is likely or possibly going to get food poisoning in the next season. do you mind elaborating on that a little? would it be an intentional poisoning, or no?

Oh!! I meant because he was made to eat raw meat!! My immediate thoughts after Izzy was forced into non-consensual autosarcophagy was, "Oh my god, that's raw meat." Which is a ridiculous thought but I think I was having a really strong reaction to that scene which I hadn't yet dinged (I was just... chilling with the show... and watching it with my mom... and then that happened and the genre and tone shift was so strong and jarring, and the scene was framed in such a way that it made my skin crawl. And this isn't an indictment or criticism of the show, quite the opposite. It was fucking amazingly pulled off, especially considering I haven't seen a single person say the genre and tone shift was out of place or done badly/wrong. It's just that it was horrifying, especially considering Izzy was alone, asleep, vulnerable, and the person he trusts most is who did it to him. The genre didn't just shift from Muppet Comedy to Black Sails 2.0, it shifted to horror) and so my brain just went: isn't that going to make him sick?

And, I mean, yeah? Surely? Surely that will make him sick.

(tw emetophobia and gore coming up)

I don't know about you, but if I'm in a dead sleep and someone comes charging into my room and jolts me out of sleep about something dramatic (like, I don't know, an escaped pet or something has happened in the neighborhood or there's been an accident and they need help now), I go through a moment of panic, followed by disorientation, followed by being overwhelmed and trying to screw my head back on because thirty seconds ago I was asleep and that means I was probably dreaming and who knows what that means, maybe I was basking on a tropical island, or running around with my ducks, but now I'm freaked out and panicking.

And really, what is that if not a rapid tone shift too? The startling tone shift in 1x10 is a fucking brilliant way of the narrative and production allowing us to go through exactly what Izzy is going through. Had we seen Edward charging up there, or it had given us some kind of lead-in that let us know he was about to do something that horrible (Lucius was bad but it was also not framed in the same way Izzy's maiming was, and the way he was yowling in the water means if he does survive, it can still lean into the comedy angle a little) (I also note that we didn't see him in the water, I imagine because we're meant to assume he can't swim, and if they showed us him in the water it would prematurely reveal he can, which gives him a fighting chance of survival and rescue)

So, even outside of the maiming, Izzy has just been jolted awake in a blind panic and has to scrabble together his brain cells and retrieve his ability to think and process what's going on, and so even outside of the maiming idk about you but I would be downright nauseated even before we get to the maiming of it all

and then he's fed his own toe.

Which means Izzy is now handling, in breathtakingly awful combination: agonizing pain in his foot, trauma from the assault that was just committed against him, the sickness of having been woken from a dead and peaceful sleep, the sickness of having been woken from a dead and peaceful sleep to be assaulted, the sickness of having to look at his wound while treating it (which, I imagine looks... gorey, and I have a headcanon Fang and Ivan are who helped treat him, which is why Ivan looked miserable in Jim's last scene, and why Fang was drinking (especially if Izzy told him Ed said Lucius is dead!) I may write a ficlet from Fang's POV), and then on top of that, depending on how long he'd been asleep, he just got fed raw meat - his own raw meat, but raw meat regardless, raw meat, whatever dirt might have been on his feet, muscle, bone and skin - on a probably empty stomach.

There is no way that Izzy did not end up throwing up. And if he did manage to somehow not throw up, that potentially bacteria-ridden toe is now dissolving in his stomach acids. We don't eat raw meat for a reason, we don't have the stomach acids designed to allow it like wild animals that eat their kills raw do.

We get food poisoning.

But also, even if Izzy doesn't get food poisoning, I can imagine him ending up with a kind of eating disorder from this. Would you want to eat meat after eating your own meat? Would you be able to eat at all for days without every piece of food you raised to your lips being, in your mind, more of your own body?

So although, yes, it was a somewhat throwaway line, it was not something I hadn't thought a lot about, or something I didn't mean 100%.

I am very much hoping the show will actually allow Izzy to have trauma from this, because there is no way even a hardened pirate like him would not come out of this particular scene without a high level of trauma, no matter what he's survived before.

#izzy hands #izzy hands meta #ofmd #ofmd meta #our flag means death #ask #anonymous

[brassknucklespeirs]

I love your writing! May I be bestowed with the knowledge of little facts about your wips while we wait? There's no rush and your readers know that you have a life outside of this hellsite.

oh wow i cant even begin to explain how good this kind of comment makes me feel, thank you so much for your support oh my gosh

And why yes of course you can, let me delve into the random world that is my drafts... (this definitely turned into more than just little facts but...oh well)

Trust Me I Know | Ronald Speirs x fem!reader

This one is kinda definitely one of my favourite drafts I have atm, there's not a lot actually written down for it but a lot of stuff in my head. It's a pining!speirs fic where he has no bloody clue how to deal with his feelings for the reader so he just kinda pretends he doesn't have any but it doesn't work the way he thinks it does. The reader, being too observant of him for her own good (because she too is quite interested in the lad), notices all the little looks he tries not to give her and the way he hovers in a weird places between too close to be just officer and soldier but too far away for it to be considered anything else. One day one of the men notices the way his gaze lingers on the woman and says to her "You know, I think Speirs might have a little thing for you Y/N. He seems to be trying to burn a hole through my skull with the way he's glaring at me." And she just kinda chuckles in amusement and looks Speirs dead in the eye before saying to the one who she's speaking to "Trust me, I know."

Forever | George Luz x fem!reader

This one is the big sad. Like it's going to tear peoples hearts out and it does not have a happy ending at all. It's framed around the song 'Forever' by Lewis Capaldi, especially the lyrics "nobody said that we would last forever, that doesn't mean we didn't try to get there" the first half to three quarters is going to be super sweet fluff and showing different stages of their relationship and then the end is just....it's gonna hurt i'm sorry to say

Big Spoon, Little Spoon | Joe Liebgott x fem!reader

Ahhhhh this one is going to be fun. It's a comedic fluffy fic to lighten the mood since pretty much every other fic i've written somehow involves trauma in detail. This one is definitely going to be a bit more lighthearted like my 'He Definitely Doesn't Hate Me' Speirs fic. Short and sweet likely. It's based on a night out where the reader and Joe's relationship is shown to be very fun and full of teasing. At the end of the night, Joe asks the reader if she's ready to head to bed and she turns to him in front of a table full of the other men and says "Can I be the little spoon for once?". He pretends to brush it off like it's one big joke and says to her "You're lucky I fucking love you, you pain in the ass." So that all the men can hear, before leaning down to whisper in her ear "but yes, just this once"

Glorious Basterds | Ron Speirs

EE this one has been imprinted in my brain since before i even started writing but i just know i have to get it right or it's going to drive me insane. It's a Band of Brothers/Inglorious Basterds crossover that i'm quite excited for. I'm still unsure at this point whether or not i'm making it a reader insert or a OC because as i said in a post the other day, this one is detailed and descriptive of many not nice things such as the main character being a bit nuts and very aggressively murdering nazis and it is going to be very descriptive of gorey subjects (as they do in the movie). Pretty much she's had her entire family killed and is very much in the middle of her revenge era. It takes place around Bastogne and onwards. The current main part of the first part of the fic (which at this point is going to be several parts i think) is the basterds helping with the capture of Foy. After this, there is an interrogation of some Nazi officers that had been running from the basterds as they know they have information they want. The main character is known as Azrael which is the name of the angel of death, and most people don't realise she's a woman until they see her in person. She's got impeccable aim and is known for being pretty creative with the way she kills people. In this one specific part she is the one doing the interrogation of the three officers and she kinda picks them off one by one in different ways while easy company kinda watches in complete awe. The story will follow mostly her but will include a relationship with speirs as it progresses

Hide and Seek | Joe Toye x fem!reader

This one is pretty cute ngl. It's set in the pub in england after they've come back from D-Day. Joe doesn't talk about his wife much to anyone because he likes to keep the idea of her to himself because she is just the most beautiful being on earth to him. It's just another fun little fic where she surprises him in the pub as she joined the new female trooper squad and it's gonna be a lot of fluff and a lot of fun as she gets introduced to all the boys who are super confused at this random stunning woman who's somehow made joe smile nonstop since she's arrived

See You Later | Ron Speirs x fem!reader

This is a mix of sad and fluffy. So the reader and Ron were not necessarily together but very much in love all throughout the war. Once it gets to the end and he says he wants to stay, she fights the feeling of wanting to beg him to come home with her and lets him go. They decide its for the best they don't keep in touch or anything because it would just be too hard. Now this one is gonna be an interesting one for me ngl cause i often write my fic based during the war and not after so it's gonna be a goodie. I've made it where after the war, the reader ends up becoming a famous performer and she gets a surprise birthday party thrown for her and all of the company are there except ron it would seem. But she gets a few very big surprises as the night goes on. One part of this fic includes the reader breaking down to her mother on the floor of their living room and says to her "I lost him mommy, and i don't think i'm ever going to get him back." As you can tell, it's def gonna be a good mix of the big sad but it ends on a good note i promise.

Weirdly, this one came to me while listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, obviously something about Ewan McGregor singing love songs gets the cogs in my brain moving.

It's In The Way You Move | Dick Winters x fem!reader

Idk what's gonna go on in this one quite yet but i know it's going to be sweet. It's like the story of someone who's pretty emotionally unavalible but finds comfort in her friend and fellow officer Dick Winters. Things progress weirdly and they know they both love each other and he's said it several times but she hasn't. It's kinda just a story of how you come to realise that you don't always have to say the words 'i love you' to show that you love someone wholeheartedly.

Sometimes It's Not Enough | Lipton x fem!reader

This fic is going to be one expressing the story of someone who's fallen in love but has little to no level of physical touch as a love language just because they've never really known that kind of love before. It follows reader and Lip through a long relationship that they both have to grow through as it's quite hard for each of them having different ways of showing their love. One day the reader kinda loses it and just crawls into Lip's lap for a cuddle. It's def fluffy, and shows how love doesn't always have to include PDA and excessive touching for it to be deep and real.

I also have more but they are barely developed at all and there's really not much to mention about them quite yet.

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers fluff #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers

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Pasteltale (WARNING - Gore/Creepy Imagery and Writing)

Ah... I had to dig through the depths of my teenage mindset to find this old AU idea. I decided to revamp it, because I want an AU Sans to call my own - so to speak. Read on to find out what this AU will be about.

I love cute stuff! But I also love dark and fucked up stuff, thus this AU was born! Pasteltale takes place in - ultimately - a scared kingdom. See, instead of the Humans winning the Great War, the Monsters did. Scared, the old queen declared, "All Monster-kind are to be trained in the battle arts, to be prepared for - or to prevent - another war from starting."

Humans and Monsters were allowed to share the pangea of land on their gorgeous planet... with a caveat. A massive wall splits the two kingdoms, keeping their kinds isolated. Humans more or less learned to move on from the past. Monsters however...

Even today, Monster children are still taught in the ways of battle. Royal scientist Dr. W.D. Gaster - with the help of his brilliant young apprentice, Alphys Treio - created a form of non-sentient species that resembled humans. These "pseudo humans" were designed specifically to be realistic, fleshy dummies for Monster children to practice slaughtering humans. Even going as far as to make the "blood" pink and taste like monster candy, to encourage violence. Over time, one may say that Monsters have become more naturally... unhinged.

Take Sans here, for example. He's a young teen, 16 years of age and in what Monsters call the second to final stage of schooling; it's called "Junior's Battle Academy". His father, before becoming the royal scientist, was a seasoned royal guardsman. So Sans definitely inherited some of his father's skills. Though, Gaster didn't quite prepare for his eldest's amount of... shall we say... enthusiasm for the craft. Being in a very rich family means Sans has access to a lot of weapons, but he likes to wield axes. In his words, they are, "Light enough to swing viciously, and heavy enough to be just as vicious as the swing to their stupid brains!" Gaster of course is very proud of him, believing he'll be a good role model for his four year old brother, Papyrus.

It's been really awesome revamping this AU. I find myself more in love with this AU than I was when I was a Hollywood Undead listening 15 year old! Hell, I might just drop Weirdtale all together (well... not completely drop. I might make art of it here and there.) if people want to see this gorey, grotesque, pastel vomit of an AU. Please let me know what you think of this concept! If you're not too grossed out by gore, that is. Heh heh.

#undertale au #sans au #pasteltale #tw: violence #tw: gore #pastel gore #new au?