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jesterwriting · 6 months

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pairings: mad scientist!law x assistant!reader

word count: 2k words

contents: DARK CONTENT AHOY!!! animal death (cat), animal harm (cat), animal gore (cat), reanimator au, medical student law, medical student reader, unhinged!law, creepy!law, horror, manipulation,

note: this was originally supposed to be apart of an earlier request, but i split it up because i felt like this one had far more horror elements and animal harm that were a lot heavier and darker. you can read them together or separate or not at all! its up to you <33 im kind of obsessed with this au so i may do more with it if people are into it??

playlist: reanimator prologue & main title - richard brand

prequel to this fic

At first, you thought this was a dream come true. It wasn’t often that you got lucky enough to be paired with your crush for a project, but here you were, meeting him at your apartment for the sixth time in one month. It was more than you could ever dare to hope for. For the longest time, you had thought that you were condemned to a life of daydreams and fantasies.

Trafalgar Law was an odd man, one who was not particularly liked by his peers— aside from you, of course. He was cold, and the sort to stare if you managed to garner his, usually unwanted, attention. When he did speak, it was a snarky remark at the recipient's expense, both classmate and professor, Law had no patience for perceived stupidity you realized after weeks of study. His tattoos were off putting to most. What kind of medical student had ‘death’ written across his knuckles? You, on the other hand, found them fascinating. The story behind such morbid body art was sure to be captivating.

If only you could get him to share it.

You shouldn’t be surprised. Law was quiet, only ever speaking to prove someone wrong, or to insist that he was right. When he did talk to you, it was about the project and his own personal plans for it. You could hardly get a word in edgewise. Instead of fighting Law on it, you allowed him to do whatever he pleased with the project, following his orders dutifully, which seemed to earn you the smallest margin of his rarely given respect. Last meeting, he had even acknowledged your interjection with a nod, rather than a scoff, though he didn’t incorporate your idea at all. Progress was progress, you supposed.

Your keys jingled as you pulled them from your pocket. Before you could stick them in the knob, the door creaked open, revealing your empty living room. It was dark, no signs of life. Not even your cat came to greet you. You swallowed hard, anxiety making your saliva thicken until it was stuck in your throat as a hard glob.

You told Law where your spare key was hidden, had he forgotten to close the door after he arrived?

“Law?” There was no response. With your heart pounding, you pushed the door open further and stepped into your apartment. Floorboards creaked under your weight, making you wince. There was something that told you to be quiet, that there was someone waiting for you in the shadows, ready to strike. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

A dim light in the kitchen caught your attention, and you slowly tip-toed over to it, careful to keep your footsteps light. Carpet squelched under your shoes. Maybe Law spilled a glass of water and went looking for a rag. Surely, your organizational skills weren’t so bad he was still looking for one. You choked on an uncomfortable laugh.

Like your front door, your fridge was open. Not gaping, but a small crack to let the barest sliver of light out. A sense of dread settled on your shoulders, though you tried to remind yourself that Law was supposed to be here. Everything could be explained if he would come out. All he needed to do was make his presence known and you would know you were safe. You swallowed hard, staring at the refrigerator door. It was your only source of light in the apartment, if you closed it now, you’d be surrounded on all sides by darkness.

You blinked, cocking your head to the side to get a better view. There was something large and furry on the top shelf. Nausea roiled in your gut, threatening to spill your dinner onto the floor, as dim recognition flickered in your brain.

With your knuckle, you pushed the door open fully to get a better look. There, inside of your fridge, was your cat. He wasn’t breathing, eyes glassy and body stiff under the pale yellow light.

Your cat was dead and its corpse was in your fridge.

You couldn’t help it. You screamed.

“You’re home.”

Scrambling backwards until your lower back hit the counter, you could barely make out Law’s figure through your blurry vision. You choked on a sob and hastily wiped your eyes. He seemed bored as he leaned against the wall, almost unimpressed, though there was a glimpse of something softer in his gaze. Not concern, not yet, but close enough to it that you could pretend.

You pointed a shaky finger at the fridge. “M-My cat.”

“I know, I put it in there.” Law strode into the kitchen and closed the door with his foot. You felt better not having to look at the corpse anymore, even if tears continued to leak from your eyes. “I didn’t want it to decompose and start to stink before you were able to bury it. I know you were fond of it.”

“What happened? How did he die?”

Law shrugged, noncommittal. “I’m not sure. It was dead when I got here. I figured you would rather me not perform an autopsy in your living room considering I have no veterinary experience.”

“An-And you put it in my fridge? You couldn’t have left a note on the door or—“

Law scoffed, “And what would the note say? Cat dead, details later? Think for a second.”

The longer the conversation continued, the harder you sobbed. You loved that cat. He’d been with you for years now, through thick and thin. You’d never feel his warm body on your chest again as he slept, you’d never feel his purr rumble against your skin, you’d never be able to pet him under his chin the way he liked it ever again. It was too much to think about, grief rolling over you like a wave, threatening to drown you.

Law’s gaze softened, even if his sigh was exasperated. “We can postpone working on the project until you’re able to gather yourself.”

He turned to leave, but your hand shot out to grab his wrist. “Please don’t leave me here with him.”

The body. You couldn’t bury him. Not alone. Law thought for a moment, his golden eyes glazed over for a second before a smirk inched across his face. He only ever got that look when he thought of a plan, and this looked to be a good one. With a condescending pat on your head, Law wrenched himself from your grasp, grin still in place.

“That’s alright, Y/N-ya, I’m not going anywhere. I can sleep on your couch and help you with its body tomorrow.” His pupils shot over to the fridge. “It’s best if you leave it in there for the night, corpses are best kept cold.”

Sniffling, you gave a shaky nod. “I’ll set up the couch.”

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It was three am when a knock at your door woke you.

The weight of mourning felt heavy in your chest and your bed felt too cold without the familiar warmth of your cat. Your heart ached at the reminder of his demise. All you wanted to do was curl up and go back to sleep. Forget about what waited for you in the fridge.

So tired, both emotionally and physically, you were ready to chalk the knock up to a dream. That was, until you heard it again, louder and more forceful this time.

An unwanted feeling of anxiety crawled up your spine. Something felt off, a sense of wrongness filled the air until it was so thick, you could hardly breathe. A horrible yowl resounded through your apartment, blood curdling and unnatural. There was a familiarity to the scream. You took no comfort in it. Your eyes shot open, and you leapt from your bed onto your feet, wired from the sudden surge of adrenaline. Hyperventilating breaths ripped from your chest.

The knock sounded again. “Y/N-ya, I have something to show you.”

Law’s deep voice sent goosebumps erupting down your arms. If you were being honest, it wasn’t the first time it had happened, but this time, there was something different about it. Dread curled in your gut, sleeping inside you like the cat in your fridge. With a cry, you covered your ears and curled in on yourself when whatever was in your living room screamed again.

“Law, do you hear that?”

You didn’t have to see him to know he rolled his eyes. “Come out, there’s something I need you to see.”

Your feet moved on their own accord, drawn by the sound of Law’s voice. Even as the thing in your living room wailed, your fingers found your knob and curled around it. The brass was cold against your palm. It grounded you. The first thing you noticed when you opened the door was that Law had blood smeared across the front of his shirt. It didn’t seem to be from any wounds, and you found yourself relieved, even if you couldn’t begin to explain where it came from.

Law was grinning, all teeth, a manic gash across his face. “I did it. A success, right here in your apartment. You must be my lucky charm.” He patted your head.

“Did what?” You peered around him.

“I’ll show you.” He paused before stepping to the side. “I did it for you, you know? I know how fond you were of it.”

There was something on your coffee table. It twitched and convulsed, mouth open in a soundless scream as its eyes bulged out of its sockets. Blood pooled around it, dripping onto the carpet. It took a second for you to recognize it through the pulsing viscera. He hadn’t been so cut up before. Instead, he had been so whole, you could have mistaken him for being asleep if it wasn’t for the glassiness in his eyes. Beside him was an empty syringe and a container of glowing green fluid.

“My cat,” You choked out. “What did you do to him?”

Law wrapped an arm around you and held you to his chest. “I brought it back for you.” He glanced at the bloody mass, a frown tugging at his lips. “There are still some kinks to work out, but this was a good test of my reagent.” Expectant, Law glanced at you. “But, I need more trials.”

“He was dead,” Your tone was flat, and your body was numb. When you looked away, Law grabbed your chin and forced you to look at the thing pulsating on your coffee table.

“Look at it. I defeated death tonight. I did what every doctor has dreamed of doing for millenia, and the first steps to realizing this were done in your apartment. You should be honored.”

“Why did you do this?”

“Because I wanted to share something extraordinary with you.” He must have seen you were unconvinced because he sighed, the motion rattling your body, still pressed against him. “I need an assistant, and you are my best option. You're respected and well-liked by your professors, they would let you get away with murder as long as you turned that sweet smile in their direction.” Law leaned down until his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “You can get me into the morgue, Y/N-ya.”

This was wrong, you knew it deep down in your heart, but with Law so close to you, the smell of antiseptic and blood clogging your senses, you could hardly think. Once the project was over, Law would never give you the time of day again. He wasn’t the type of man who had friends. Colleagues, maybe, but not friends. If you agreed to be a part of his sick experiments, you wouldn’t have to leave him. Law would be stuck with you, bonded together by this secret. If you were his assistant, you could have him forever.

“Okay,” You said, still somewhat hollow. A tear slipped down your cheek when you pointed to your cat. “Just kill him. Put him out of his misery, I can’t stand to see him like this.”

“If that’s what you want.”

Without hesitation, Law stepped around you, scalpel in hand, and plunged it into your cat's skull. The twitching stopped. His body went slack, limp against the coffee table.

Law stood back and gave you a reassuring smile. “There. All better now.”

For a second, you let yourself believe him.

#one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x yn #trafalgar law x you #.jesterwrites

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fadingdagger · 1 year

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of artemis and hera - l.w.

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (maybe more fem! bc r is quite maternal, but no pronoun/name/gendered term for reader)

summary: aftermath of the crackstone incident and larissa’s poisoning, from the perspective of a nevermore teacher and larissa’s spouse

warnings: angst and pain <3 but it’s all flashbacks, near death, paranoia/anxiety, hurt/comfort (emphasis on comfort)

note: title comes from mythology; artemis is considered the protectress of children, while hera is the protectress of women. also tell me that picture isn’t literally larissa and morticia

italics are flashbacks

i counted each head twice, saying their names to myself to check them off my mental list. all 30 of my students, here and accounted for. safe and alive. scanning over them once more, i could see their patience wearing thin as i took up their free time before lights-out.

“alright my little archers, be free,” i dismiss with a wave of my hand, watching as they rush off to their rooms. my heart cracking a little as i see a few look back at me, gentle smiles sent my way. i count as each one disappears into their own room or a friend’s, noting who went where as they shut their doors, knowing i would knock for lights out.

five minutes before lights out, and i have been standing here this whole time. for an hour i have stood in place, watching the hallway, listening for any cries of help. none ever came, just like every other night before this one. slowly, i force myself to move, knocking on each door twice, “lights out.”

once the children of apollo hall were safely tucked away into their rooms, i slowly made my way back to my shared quarters. once in the room, i lean against the door, tucking my hand behind myself to lock it. a deep breath leaves my lungs, the tension in my shoulders lessens slightly. every night was like this. ever since the night marilyn reanimated crackstone, when they both had attacked my children, the same night she drove a syringe of nightshade into larissa’s neck.

the children were crying, running, screaming. my babies, my sweet babies. fire scorched the lawns and trees, the banners hanging from the walls becoming ash within seconds. sprinting through the halls, i watched older students and teachers leading others out, some of my own students yelling my name as they passed me. i was frantic, checking every room to leave no child behind, i could never live with myself if i lost one of my children. finding no one in ophelia or apollo hall, i finally process what, rather who, had been missing.

larissa.

she wasn’t with the other teachers. she hadn’t been in the quad, or in any of the halls. i needed to see her, i need to hold her, i needed her. i saw coach vlad and ran to him, dodging children as i moved, “have you seen larissa?! where’s larissa?!” i yelled over the rampage, but he only shook his head.

turning away from him, i begin running outside in hopes larissa is elsewhere. on my way i see jia, a young vampire from my hall, and without hesitation i grab her arm and pull her with me. i see a group of students heading towards the gates. lowering myself to her eye level, i cup her cheek and say, “go with them, stay together and stay safe, okay?” she nods and sprints to the others.

running back toward the school, i begin to go to the only place i hadn’t checked, the conservatory. this was my last chance, the only place she could be. i picked up my pace, running as fast as i possibly could, skipping over steps as i barreled to my destination. opening the door, i see that the room is empty, messy, but empty. i step in further, as i do i hear a faint gasp. turning my head towards the sound, i see a grey sleeve and a pale hand. the very hand i’ve held, the very hand with a ring matching my own.

dropping to the floor beside her, i place my hands on her neck, “larissa, i’m here sweetheart,” her eyes hold terror, “baby, you have to stay with me, okay? you have to keep looking at me with your beautiful eyes, and never stop, okay?” she only blinks rapidly, her breathing ragged. i don’t remember screaming for help, or the paramedics pulling me away, or my hitting of the paramedics as the tried to take her away from me, but i was filled in later on, finally understanding the bruises on hands and arms.

the next week had been spent without a wink of sleep, sitting in a stiff hospital chair next to larissa’s bedside. the antidote for the poison had been locked away in the botanical storages, hidden, but easy to find if marilyn had needed it. by the time they had found the antidote, larissa’s heart had already stopped twice.

forced to endure a week of waiting for her to either come back to or leave me, i found myself thinking about the latter. what would i do? what sort of life could i live without her? would that even be a life? thoughts of a life without her consumed me from the inside out, it wasn’t until i heard a raspy, sore groan.

every thought left my mind other than one, her. i was up and by her side before she had even opened her eyes. i stayed silent and still, watching as her face contorted from the brightness. her eyes opened, darting around the ceiling as she regained her bearings. she turns her head in my direction, looking at me so softly, so much pain in her eyes, and i just can’t stand it. tears fall freely, she was breathing, blinking, her heart was beating.

“no, no,” her voice was so weak, barely perceptible. her soft hand rises to my cheek, thumb wiping my tears. she breathes deeply and clears her throat, “don’t cry.”

“they’re happy tears, baby. don’t worry about me. you’re alive. you’re safe. everything is okay now,” my words, though directed towards her, were just as much for me. as long as her heart is beating, everything is okay.

all these months later, and the fear still lingered. a pattern had developed. every night, an hour before lights out, dorm parents were to do a head count, then send students to bed. five minutes before lights out, a reminder. the time between usually was once spent grading, but now i stayed at my post. guarding the hallways from invisible, intangible enemies. enemies made from my fear and anxiety.

“darling, that you?” a voice of honey spoke from the bedroom, soothing me further, bringing me in.

“nope, total stranger,” i reply as i walk up behind her, bringing my hand around to tilt her chin up. now with her beautiful face looking at me, i place a gentle kiss to her lips as she chuckled at my quip. she was sat at her vanity, hair already released from its style, gently removing her makeup from the day. as i sat on the bed, i could only watch in adoration as she followed her routine.

“you were gone for quite some time, was something wrong?” she asked me, looking at me through the mirror. i only shook my head in response. “were you just guarding the hallway again?” i nodded. “the whole hour?” another nod.

she had grown used to this answer. most nights i would return between the count and final warning, but some nights, i stood like a statue guarding the children. she knew if i could, i would individually tuck in each and every nevermore student and read them a story if it meant they slept knowing they were cared for.

when larissa had been cleared from the hospital, all she wanted was to sleep and be held, and i was more than happy to oblige. every night i held her as if she could disappear at any moment, like she’d evaporate or i would wake up and it was all a cruel dream. holding her as she fell asleep, i lay soft kisses against her shoulder and neck, whispering to her all the love in my heart. i often didn’t sleep more than a couple hours each night, giving into my dreams just before sunrise, waking when larissa’s alarm rang. protecting the children was my sworn duty, but protecting larissa, my sun, moon, and stars, that was everything.

“sweetheart,” she turns in her seat to face me, hands on her knees, “i know you’re not sleeping, and all this time you could be resting, you’re standing guard.”

“riss, i’m fine. i just need to make sure they’re safe,” my voice cracks, just in the slightest. she notices. “and to make sure you’re safe,” her face falls.

she comes closer, crouching before me. her warm hands on my knees help ground me, “i’m right here, i’m safe.” that’s what we thought before, i want to say, and she knows. she always knows what i’m going to say. “nothing, and i mean nothing, will ever take me away from you. come hell or high water, i’m staying right by your side. i meant it at that nasty motel in burlington,” i huff a laugh at the memory, “i meant it at the alter, and i mean it now. and no one will ever harm the children, ever. they are safe, angel. so am i. you can rest.”

my forehead drops to hers, my eyes closing, “i’ll always protect you. i promised you that at the alter, and i meant it. you are everything, larissa.” her lips find my cheek, lingering there.

“you can’t protect me, or them, if you’re exhausted. you love them and me so much, we all know that my love. but we all love you too, and i don’t think any of us want to watch you destroy yourself. not even if it’s in good faith.”

i groan and drop my head to her shoulder, pressing my face into her neck, “why are you always right?”

she laughs as her hands slide up my thighs, gripping lightly, “i’m not, i’m just telling you the truth. you are so loved by the students. even more loved by me. if you think i’d let you hurt yourself like this, you have me confused with someone else entirely.”

i lift my face from her neck, looking her in the eyes now. eyes that had always help safety and warmth in them, despite the icy blue. my hands moved to her hair, loose from pins now, i lazily twirl the soft hair around my fingers. she’s so soft, everything about her. her eyes, her hair, her voice, just her. the way she looked at me, never harsh, never with disgust or hate, something i hadn’t experienced before her. the way she held me was even sweeter, her hold was never overbearing or painful, only gentle and grounding. i loved her, and she loved me.

“shall we retire for the night?” she whispers, as if to not interrupt by thoughts. i only nod, not wanting to break this precious moment, a moment filled with only her. larissa moves away to let me stand from the bed and change, as she leaves to the bathroom. once in old sleep shorts and oversized t-shirt, i follow my beloved. she hands me my toothbrush, toothpaste already applied. i brush my teeth as she stands behind me, smoothing my hair, gently detangling any knots with nimble fingers.

back in the bedroom, i race ahead of her and jump onto the bed. i lay flat on my back, arms and legs out like a starfish, making grabby hands towards my wife.

“i am not do-”

“yes you are.”

“absolutely no-”

“larissa.”

she sighs, accepting defeat. she slides off her slippers, and crawls onto the bed, and lays down on top of me. my legs and arms wrap around her immediately, like a loving venus flytrap. she always found it weird that i liked holding her like this, but there was something so peaceful in the way she surrounded me. the feel of her, the way she smells, her heart beating with mine, the weight of her against me.

“do you hate being able to breathe or something?” she mumbles from her spot under my jaw. i laugh, massaging her scalp with my fingers.

“no, but i do hate being far from you, this is about as close as it gets,” i feel her lips press against my neck, “don’t be a perv,” she laughs.

i bring a hand up, tucking hair of moonstone and jasmine behind her ear, tracing her jaw. she sits up suddenly, startling me a bit. one had holds her above me, the other lays in the middle of my chest.

“i love you. please, for the love of the gods, just take care of yourself too,” she pats my chest between each word at the end.

“i will, but i’ll always take care of you first,” i pull her back down to me, already saddened by the distance between us, “i love you.”

she presses a kiss to my jaw, stretching up to catch my lips. my hands fly to her neck, pulling her closer, needing her closer. her arms holds her up again, her free hand holding my waist tightly. her lips glide with mine, all of our love for each other being pour into the kiss. my tongue slides over her lip, and she’s quick to let me in, but she’s not quick to give control. she pulls back, taking my bottom lip between her teeth. she comes back to my lips, and places a long, sound kiss on them, making me whine. she nuzzles her nose against my cheek, pressing a soft kiss there, before taking residence in the crook of my neck again.

“go to sleep, i’ll still be right here in the morning.”

“don’t threaten me with a good time,” tiredness flowed through my voice, sleep easily taking over in my comfort with her.

“you are unbelievable,” she grumbles, “go to sleep, please,” she finishes her demand with a wet kiss to my neck.

“anything for you.”

i’m not sure i like this one much, i spent a long time on it, probably way too much. mostly bc i like to add A Lot of details and i had to go back and dial that shit back lol.

feedback is appreciated <3

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems fluff #larissa weems fanfic #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #brienne of tarth #lucifer morningstar #wednesday fanfic #wednesday netflix

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inventors-fair · 3 months

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From Nothing, Victory: The Origin Winners

Our winners this week are @genericaura, @horsecrash, and @nicolbolas96!

@genericaura — Nilix, Scholar of Nothing

First up is this curious specimen, taking a distinctly mathematical approach to the idea. D'you think their associates ever tease them about their title? At any rate, this is a fascinating piece of design. Copying spells is by no means untrodden ground in these colors, but the requirement for the spell to have been free is such a bizarre wrinkle that I can't help but be enthralled. It's a pretty hefty buy-in to get the effect online, too, so the card feels more fair than you'd think something centered around cheating mana costs to be. There's a decent amount of depth to the use cases, too. Sure, chaining this into a Mind's Desire is positively rapturous, but there are plenty of spells that are already free, or cast something for nothing as more of a formality, and suddenly those become worth their weight in gold. This really got the wheels in my head turning, and I can't really ask for more. Although, it is kind of odd to have a bird without flying. An ostrich aven, perhaps? That's just nitpicking, though. Good show!

@horsecrash — Hogaak, Tide of the Dead

Hogaak's back, baby! And hopeful not about to ruin a format this time. I saw a design like this tossed around several times this week, a card with a cost reduction mechanic that gets a bonus if you manage to shave it down to zero. None of them require quite this much reduction, though! The chance to get a huge beater that also traumatizes you (which is a sentence I don't get to say often) is a supremely tasty carrot on the end of the stick, though, and it sets my self-mill loving heart aflutter. Consume makes a fascinating companion to convoke here (although I'd also be interested in seeing what you can do with it by itself), allowing a real scale of quite how hard you want to commit. That's assuming you want the mill in the first place; an 8/8 trampler on the cheap is nothing to turn your nose up at. I appreciate the reminder text clearing up any confusion around the intersection of the mechanics, and I could see plenty of times when you'd rather tap but not sacrifice something. I'm not quite as sure about the inverse, but it's always good to keep the option open. My one concern is that the fact that any way to get this onto the battlefield without casting it (so reanimation, blink, or what have you) also counts for the effect feels a bit against the spirit of the card, but it's hardly a dealbreaker.

@nicolbolas96 — Desperate Necromage

Yeesh, desperate is right! This is one of those beautiful cards that completely reshapes the game around itself the second your opponent is aware of it, because now every single decision they make has to be made in respect to it. Cards with both first strike in deathtouch can often be unblockable if they don't give your opponent a compelling reason to interact with them, and while that's true of this for most of the game, boy does that flip on its head the second your life hits zero. It really does crystalize that feeling of being on the brink of death, but just one more good hit and you can take them out! I do really think the life loss on attack is deceptively important here. Obviously it advances the card's win condition, but by doing that it encourages you to be aggressive with a card that would otherwise sit back as a deterring blocker. Even more than that it introduces a real sense of riskiness, because if this is removed too early, even before you hit zero, you can suddenly find yourself in a very bad position. After all, a deck designed to lower your life total probably isn't packing many tools to raise it, and the lower you go, the more risk you run of being abruptly blown out. All in all, this is the kind of intersection of flavor and gameplay that just captivates me.

Runners-up to follow shortly, then commentary (hopefully) later today. See you then!

@spooky-bard

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #inventor's fair #commentary #winners #zero contest

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faggottrocities · 8 months

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WIP FOR A LITTLE POST BEYOND REANIMATOR DANBERT AU

Doctor Daniel Cain, MD.

The title that had followed him for 20 years . Countless hours and countless patients under his belt, one of Miskatonic University Hospital's best. His life was peaceful, he mostly kept to himself, never having long or serious relationships, life became routine. Dan thought that this was how his life would continue, but Herbert West showed back up on his doorstep.

"Hi, Dan." The smaller man said before pushing his way into the home, like he owned the place.

"Uh…" Dan stood in his…their (?) doorway astonished at the audacity of the other man "Hi…where have you been?" Dan turned to face the brunette.

At Dan's stupefied face, Herbert laughed, a genuine sound that had Dan's heart racing…he was going to have to think about the implications of that at another time. The smaller man continued taking off what looked like a guards uniform.

"If you must know Doctor Cain, I've been on an extended vacation." He paused "I've just gotten back."

#Re-animator #reanimator #Danbert #Herbert West #Dan Cain #my writing #WIP

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buckets-and-trees · 2 years

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Steve and the Skyline

Title: Steve and the Skyline

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: eventual Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1280

Summary: With Steve you’re not certain where things are going, but you know you’re going to go somewhere at least literally on Saturdays, and you’re in no hurry. You willing to wait for once. Follow up to Steve and the Sandwich in THE BROOKLYN BOYS drabble collection.

Warnings: Slow burn

Additional Notes: Sorry it’s been more than a hot minute… Work swallowed me up the last six weeks, and this piece also… needed tweaking, even though it’s just stretching past a drabble.

An immediate grin splits across your face when you hear your phone’s text alert.

STEVE: Want to check out the Columbia Street Waterfront District Sculpture Garden?

At this point meeting up with Steve somewhere on Saturdays was part of your weekend routine.

After the first weekend at Defonte’s and then the Carrol Gardens Greenmarket the next day, the Saturday after he’d shot a message your way to meet up at the Robotic Church, leading to exploration of the Reanimation Library, and another visit to Defonte’s.

The next weekend you met him at the Brooklyn Art Library.

And last weekend you met for an afternoon exploring Vinegar Hill.

Was he Googling things to do in Brooklyn? Yes. Yes, he was. He told you he wanted to explore the place he’d always thought of as home again, and you were more than game to join him.

YOU: Yes! 10am?

10am is becoming your standard time.

STEVE: Meet you at the Bergen Street station. Wear good walking shoes and come hungry.

That you can do.

You put on your favorite sneakers, a pair of jeans, and a simple linen button-up shirt – cute but casual and cool enough for the beginning of the New York summer. Cute but casual because these meet ups have moments you think might be romantic, there are moments of flirting, but most of your time with Steve is just normal, but it’s always so nice you can’t complain.

Meeting by happenstance in a lunch line, playing at tourist in your hometown… you can’t ignore the fact that all of it was the kind of romantic comedy plotline you had wanted but never seriously hoped for.

But it’s also fine if it doesn’t fall the way of romance, and you’re not in any rush to define anything. You have embraced ambiguity, because answers mean…

Answers mean decisions, and you want to put that off as long as possible.

As you emerge from the subway, you see Steve waiting for you at the corner. In one hand he’s got one of the fancy boxes that holds two drinks from a café, and in the other hand is a bag you happily assume must have bakery treats. You grin as you approach.

“What’s this?”

“Your usual,” he says, carefully handing you one of the drinks.

You inspect the scribbled writing on the side of the cup, and it is indeed your favorite iced drink, right down to the proper kind of milk. “I’m impressed.”

Steve bows his head slightly, a smirk on his face. “I’ve been paying attention.” He pulls out his own drink and tosses the carrying case into a nearby garbage.

“And what’s in the bag?”

“Chocolate almond croissants from Mia’s Bakery.”

“Mmm,” you can’t help humming in appreciation. “You know the way to a girl’s heart, Rogers.”

He laughs. “If only I’d known how easy it was back when I was a scrawny kid kicking around these streets.”

“Did they even have bakeries back then? Or streets?” you tease.

“You’re hilarious.” He rolls his eyes, turns, and starts walking in the direction you assume the sculpture garden must be.

You laugh and take a few steps to catch up with him.

“I don’t have to share these croissants, you know,” he adds.

But, of course, he does share. He’s found another gem through his internet research. It’s a few blocks from the station to your destination. Earlier in these adventures you would have questioned if Steve knows where you’re going, but he’s proven a more than capable guide for these outings, so you simply walk right alongside him, and then suddenly you’re very unmistakably there.

It’s one man’s eccentric collection of sculptures. There’s no rhyme or reason, but there is color, two golden lions, a sphynx, and a few other pieces.

You turn your head to look at him, and he shrugs and looks back at you, what you can only describe as a bemused smile on his face. “Only in Brooklyn.”

You both laugh. “I don’t know if my life has been changed by this art today, but I like that we can say that we’ve been here,” you muse.

It’s only a few minutes’ worth of looking before you’re done, but as you leave, the two of you puzzle over where the man had found his first sculpture, which one it could have been, and how and why he decided to curate his collection in the Waterfront District.

You don’t ask where you’re going next. These days exploring Brooklyn with Steve simply unfold, and you like how they happen, you not having to worry about a thing. It’s not star-spangled-man-with-a-plan to the letter, but he’s always got options seemingly in his back pocket as these Saturdays play out. One thing you notice is how it seems almost like an indulgent ritual for Steve, seeking out these pieces of the borough he grew up in, some of them old, some of them new, some – like today’s sculpture garden – so eclectic there’s no reason they need to exist, and that’s almost the point.

He steers you to a casual restaurant where you sit and eat brunch, and then you end up wandering around an enormous amount of the Brooklyn Bridge Pier Park. What you’re getting to understand is that these days seem to be a part of a man reconnecting with a place he used to call home, that he lives in now, but is trying to truly build a life in again. He’s a man out of time, who’s already lived another lifetime avenging, running, recovering, and rebuilding after the Snap and the Blip and the Return.

“What?” he asks, brow furrowing.

You give him a small smile. “Nothing.” You plop a bite of ice cream into your mouth. Yes, you had brunch, but there’s always room for ice cream, and it was not a hard choice when you two had come across the ice cream cart walking through the park.

“It’s not nothing. Go on, be honest. You got quiet. What are you thinking about?”

“Well, it’s nothing…big. I was just thinking how strange and yet completely normal it is that you’re Captain America, and you’re Steve Rogers, but then there’s just Steve, when you’re like this, in a park eating ice cream and looking at the Manhattan skyline on a Saturday.”

“Hmm,” he ponders your response, dropping his gaze and then looking out over the East River. You two had planted yourselves in a small shady spot at the edge of the water, leaning against the railing that lines the edge of the waterfront pathway.

“I like all three – I mean, I haven’t met Captain America, but he’s got a decent track record – but Steve is my favorite.” You bump his arm with your elbow. “I hope you know that.”

His eyes soften – not that they were hard before, but you have noticed that he’s not this Steve for everyone. “You don’t need to say that, but I might need to hear it. Who knew I’d meet a strange girl in the city who knew full well who I have to be to the world but somehow forgets that and let’s me just be me?”

The swelling in your chest, in your heart, makes you want to burst when he looks at you that intently, his blue eyes locking on yours, but you concentrate on trying to breathe evenly and keep cool.

He breaks eye contact, looking away across the water again.

All the easier to resume normal respiration.

“You let me be me, too,” you finally respond after another moment. “No pressure or expectations.”

“It’s easy.”

You smile. “It is.”

You can take easy for now.

#steve rogers #captain america #steeb #steve x reader #steve x you #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve x yn #steve rogers x yn #love and food #the brooklyn boys #steve rogers x reader #romanticize your life #but is it a rom-com?#aspen wrote something

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hey :),

I just read your recommendations for wlw books (thanks so much for those xD), but wanted to asked if you knew any sapphic fantasy books as well (preferably high fantasy/books with great worldbuilding). Sorry if this is too specific and thank you <3

Hei, the only book that comes to my mind is The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon -> The premise of this book is a bit hard to describe because it tracks the perspectives of multiple characters from East and West, but essentially: Ead has been a transplant at a foreign court and is meant to protect Queen Sabran, who is the current ruler of the Virtudom and claims descent from the supposed defeater of the Nameless One (a big scary fire-breathing wyrm). She protects the queen using forbidden magic, which comes from her training as a mage in the Priory of the Orange Tree.

The world building is just intensely lush. It is so richly detailed, and while I spent a lot of time in the beginning having to double check where I was, the chapter headings with "East" and "West" simplified a lot for me.

It has sapphic romance in it, but I have to say that that's not what the main plot is about at all

I have other titles but i don't know if they're what you're looking for..

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir -> The Emperor needs necromancers. The Ninth Necromancer needs a swordswoman. Gideon has a sword and is ready to abandon a life of servitude and an afterlife as a reanimated corpse. She packs up her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and prepares to launch her daring escape. But her childhood nemesis won't set her free without a service. Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House and bone witch extraordinaire, has been summoned into action. The Emperor has invited the heirs to each of his loyal Houses to a deadly trial of wits and skill. If Harrowhark succeeds she will become an immortal, all-powerful servant of the Resurrection, but no necromancer can ascend without their cavalier. Without Gideon's sword, Harrow will fail, and the Ninth House will die. Of course, some things are better left dead.

Queens And Monsters by Cleo Evans -> Butch Perseus and her femme Medusa. This book has: two women that have been secretly pining for centuries. Demigods, monsters, and gods. SPICE. Sapphic monster romance and SO much more. Not really my thing but maybe you'll do.

A Song of Silver and Gold by Melissa Karibian -> For the past year, Princess Kaelyn of Avalon has disguised herself as a man, Captain Kae, and led her crew into tumultuous waters to eradicate sirens on a journey fueled by revenge. Aqeara is a siren warrior of Meyrial, an underwater kingdom hidden from humans. When her negligence during the Avalon harbor attack causes the death of Meyrial’s princess, she seeks the help of a sea witch to overturn her banishment. Aqeara is given a human body and has until the next full moon to carve out Captain Kae’s heart in exchange for a spell to bring the dead princess back to life.

I'm sorry but i haven't read many fantasy books in my life 🙈

#the priory of the orange tree #ead and sabran #femslash #lgbt+ pride #wlw #lesbians #books #lesbian books #wlw books #gideon the ninth #melissa kabian #a song of silver and gold #queens and monsters #cleo evans

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your taffy and creature quality time was super cute!! i’d absolutely love it if you could do an unrequited love oneshot of taffy falling for the creature whilst trying to help him woo lisa! (it’s okay if you don’t want to!)

This was such an interesting ask, I hope I did it justice! Writing the pining was easy because I, too, am in unrequited love with Creature, as I'm sure most of us are. I hope you enjoy!

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If Taffy had to watch them carry on like this for much longer, she would surely go insane.

She was nestled on the far right end of the couch, Lisa's creature next to her and Lisa on the other side, all of them with their attention turned to the television as The Princess Bride played.

It had been Taffy's suggestion; she had come home to see Creature (it was the only title that suited him, really, no name seemed to fully fit) trying to woo Lisa with his piano playing skills, and though Lisa was dancing and singing along (and when was the last time Taffy had heard Lisa sing? Had she ever?), it was clear that she was painfully oblivious to the undead man's affections, and would remain so until something was done about it.

Taffy had stood there, watching Creature's fingers fly across the piano keys and ignoring the clenching in her heart before she decided that she would be the person to do something about this one-sided love, because come on, she was not going to let her sister ignore what was right in front of her.

Especially since Lisa seemed to be the only person who would be lucky enough to hold such a high standard in the corpse's unbeating heart.

It would be a shame to let that much devotion go to waste.

So she had loudly declared her presence (making both of them jump) and dictated that they should have a movie night, giving the other two no room to protest as she strode over to the television and turned it on, inviting them both to join her on the couch as she found the perfect movie.

The second she saw Cary Elwes’ face, she knew there was only one correct choice of feature film for the evening.

She snuck a glance at the two of them during the Shrieking Eels scene and saw that they were both totally entranced, Lisa by the movie Taffy knew she secretly loved and Creature by the fact that he was watching something as wonderous as a movie in general.

As Buttercup was rescued, Taffy took a second to examine the reanimated corpse sitting next to her; he looked–for lack of a better word–more human than he had when she had first stumbled upon him, save for the stitched-on features she refused to think about the origins of and some intense purple eye bags. His hair flopped over on the right side of his head in dark waves that by all accounts should not look as soft as they did, and his eyes were a deep, intelligent blue, brimming with emotion and complexity as he watched the Man in Black scale the Cliffs of Insanity.

She was sick of trying to pretend like she was still in denial about the feelings she had for him.

In all honesty, it shouldn't even be a possibility; he was rotting in the ground not too long ago, and now he was sitting on the couch next to her, his knee slightly knocking into hers and making her heart flutter with every brush of contact. She was very much not into necrophilia, but the corpse to her right was so undeniably and deeply human despite his subzero body temperature that she couldn't help it.

And his very obvious and intense emotional intelligence weren't making things any easier.

Anyone with any sense regarding love could see how deeply smitten he was with Lisa. Well, everyone save for Lisa herself. He listened to her, really listened to her in a way that no one had since her mom had died (as much as Taffy tried, she knew she lacked a bit in that regard), and she could see the positive effect it was having on her introverted stepsister. Taffy has never seen her so empowered and talkative, and it was all thanks to the strange creature that had broken into their home.

Despite herself, Taffy wanted someone like that in her life.

She wanted him.

But alas, it was not to be, and as they watched the Man in Black enter into a battle of wits with the arrogant Vizzini to reclaim the princess, she saw Lisa lean her head on Creature's shoulder, and the cadavear blushed as much as a corpse could, and it didn't take a genius to see how much the simple gesture meant to the lovesick man.

Suddenly feeling very restless, Taffy stood up from the couch, answering the inquiring looks from the two still on the couch with a dismissive arm wave and a smile.

“I don't know where my manners were, we can't have a movie without snacks! You guys just hang tight, I'll be right back. Don't worry about pausing it, I've got this part memorized.”

She flashed another carefully rehearsed smile at the pair before hurrying off to the kitchen before either of them could answer or let her know what they wanted, separating herself from their clueless display.

She busied herself with gathering a large bowl and setting some Jiffy-pop on the stove, and as it started to heat up she took a moment to give herself one of her famous pep talks, her voice drowned out by the creschendo of popping on the stove.

“C'mon Taff, you've got to get it together. You could have any guy you wanted, everyone says so. You've got a reputation to maintain, you can't go falling for a pathetic Victorian man who is very obviously and very permanently in love with your sister. And she deserves it; she hasn't been happy in a long time, and he's going to be able to give that to her, if she ever notices his very obvious hints. The good thing to do is just stay behind and let them have each other. They deserve that, at least. He's not for you.”

She sighed, giving the pan one last shake as if to shake herself out of the feelings she hadn't meant to fall into. When she spoke again, her voice was quiet and solem, secret as her heartache.

“He's not for you.”

She poured the finished popcorn into the bowl and took a deep breath to center herself just like she did before any cheer routine, though somehow walking back into the room with Lisa and the Creature felt more daunting than being thrown into the air by her fellow cheerleaders.

When she returned to the living room, a distraught Buttercup was squaring up with her latest captor now, and he revealed herself to be her beloved Westley with his cry of “As You Wish” as he stumbled down the ravine he was pushed into. Naturally, Buttercup flung herself in after him, and they landed at the bottom together as lovers reunited.

And on the couch, Lisa was still pressed against the Creature, both of their eyes soft as they watched Westley rush to hold Buttercup.

Her presence still unknown to the pair, Taffy pretended she didn't see the way Creature’s head turned the tiniest bit as if he wanted to kiss Lisa on the forehead, but decided against it.

Westley's voice rang out from the TV, his tone even but his sincerity immense.

“Death can not stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”

It was almost too much; from her hidden spot in the threshold, Taffy saw Lisa and the Creature exchange a meaningful glance, both looking away and blushing as the two figures onscreen leaned in for a kiss.

Taffy took that as her cue.

She strolled her way back into the room, plopping herself down and offering the bowl to her two companions while promptly ignoring the ache in her heart.

Lisa deserves this. Taffy would just have to be content to find her own happiness somewhere else, even if it pained her.

It's what a good sister would do, after all.

“So, who wants popcorn?”

#lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein fanfiction #taffy swallows #lisa swallows #the creature #laffy taffy #taffy swallows x the creature #lisa swallows x the creature #lisa frankenstein 2024 #my writing #one shot request

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Best Underrated Anime Group A Round 1: #A1 vs #A8

#A1: Teens with special powers seek & protect other unique teens.

Certain kids in this world have supernatural powers, and the main character misuses his ability until others like him discover him. They have him transfer schools and join the student council, which seek out others with abilities. And now, he uses his ability for good.

#A8: Badass woman deals with the supernatural

In Manila, where dark supernatural forces pervade the criminal underworld, it’s up to one woman to keep the peace—but there’s a storm brewing.

Titles, propaganda, trailers, and poll under the cut!

#A1: Charlotte

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I would encourage anyone who enjoys shows that make you think to check this one out! Due to things revealed near the end of the series, a second watch-through is well worth it to see the clues towards the ending and foreshadowing along the way. Consequential drawbacks for these special powers are included throughout the series. Plot-twists keep the audience hooked through it all. There is character growth as the main character changes and as hard choices come up later. It does take you on an emotional roller coaster from light-hearted humor to hitting you right in the feels. (I totally did not watch this anime just because my favorite voice actor is in it lol)

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Child Death, Emotional Abuse, Flashing Lights, Gender Identity/Sexuality Discrimination, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore, Rape/Non-Con, Torture, Mutilation.

The non-con warning is for female characters unwillingly having their underwear publicly exposed.

#A8: Trese

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It’s the first Filipino anime (at least, that I know of) to feature the country’s supernatural creatures, so if you’ve only watched Japanese anime up to now, you will find the magic in Trese very novel. I also like how the protagonist is a woman when the Lakan, in Philippine history, tended to be a man. She’s also quite badass. Although she has two bulky twin sidekicks who can serve as her bodyguards, she is in no way less than them when it comes to fighting. The show’s on Netflix with different language audios. If you’re gonna watch it in English, you can even hear Dante Basco (Zuko’s voice actor) voicing one of the minor characters.

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore.

The Child Abuse warning is for the episode about a reanimated baby, and the Violence stuff is expected because there are fight scenes. Gore is for when the monsters get killed brutally, but because of the art style, it doesn’t appear that extreme.

If you’re reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

#best underrated anime #anime #filipino anime #animation #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animated show #charlotte #trese #group stage #group stage round 1 #tournament polls #group a

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Title and Blurb Reveal for The Reanimator Mysteries #3

Today is the day for a title and blurb reveal for the third Reanimator Mysteries book! May I present to you THE REANIMATOR'S REMAINS 💀, coming October 29th. 🫀An autistic necromancer 🪦His undead love 🌳And a town built on secrets.

Preorder it at all most major retailers! GooglePlay will be available closer to release day, as will paperbacks.

If you haven't read The Reanimator's Heart (TRM #1) or The Reanimator's Soul (TRM #2), there is plenty of time to catch up before book 3 comes out October 29th.

#the reanimator mysteries #the reanimator's heart #the reanimator's soul #mm paranormal romance #mm historical romance #mm gaslamp fantasy #queer books #gay #queer #coming October 29th #unbury your gays

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dustedmagazine · 3 months

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Gary Peters — Beginnings: Collected Pedal Steel Works (Scissor Tail)

Front and center on the cover of Beginnings is a pedal steel guitar. Behind it looms a futuristic city, something that might have adorned the cover of a mid-20th century science fiction paperback or an externally funded Sun Ra LP. The combination of images tells you what you need to know, and maybe offers a bit of what you need. The pedal steel is the main instrument Englishman Gary Peters’ main instrument throughout the LP. But the optimism projected by that title and the gleaming metropolis is also a potent reminder that in living memory people thought that a better life lay in the future, not in attempts to reanimate a brightly lit but remorselessly cruel past. Yes, we’ll take our aesthetic advancement with a side order of faith in human progress, thank you very much.

Happily, the music on the LP stuck inside that sleeve appeals to the ears as strongly as the painting courts the eyes and heart. Beginnings is entirely instrumental, and it represents an introduction to Peters’ work on the pedal steel guitar. That’s certainly not the only thing he does. There are 52 releases on his personal Bandcamp on which he plays guitars, mandolin, banjo and sings; he’s also written books on aesthetics, philosophy and musical improvisation. His approach to the instrument is not bound by its history, which is closely bound to country and western music. Played slowly through some effects on “Caged,” the pedal steel strikes some long, repeated notes that sound like a psaltery. But he doesn’t evade it, either; there’s no denying the country vibe generated by two dueling guitars swooping around each other on “One On One.”

Sometimes, Peters adapts the instrument to another genre. The titular track suspends some acoustic harmonics and string scrapes that betray a working familiarity with Derek Bailey’s techniques over a theme that, if fitted with words, could find its place in a Protestant hymnal. And on “Redemption,” the pedal steel courses melodically through some acoustic strumming, just like a singer’s voice might; you can bet that this guy has spent some quality time with singer-songwriter LPs and inside of folk clubs. But he isn’t confined by genre. The rhythm of “Chromatic Suspension” feels like a slowed-down tango, and the flourishes near its end could resonate with a sung lament, but the elongated notes that swirl around that stately cadence feel more like evocations of flight patterns than statements of a particular musical style. Like Chuck Johnson and Susan Alcorn, Peters’ transcendence of pedal steel convention arise from a determination to make music that is personal and has integrity on its own terms.

Bill Meyer

#gary peters #Beginnings: Collected Pedal Steel Works #scissor tail #bill meyer #albumreview #dusted magazine #pedal steel guitar

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Dan + Herbert Fics <3

This is part two of compiling some of my favourite DanBert works that I've found on AO3. As I did last time, all the links are added and I wrote little summaries for each!

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Hoping to Hit You Somewhere Vital - xXHacksawXx

Dan presents Herbert with an ultimatum; for Dan to stay, Herbert needs to stop taking his reagent. This is all fun and games until the withdrawal kicks in and Dan is the one there holding his hand. Overall a really heartwarming work, in my opinion about Dan being there for Herbert in a low place.

Determined Heart and Resolved Will (Or, The Son of Reanimator) - Anonymous

Recommended to me by biscuit-boxers, this is a chapter work about Dan reconnecting with Herbert five years after the massacre at Miskatonic. Herbert has effectively given up on the work and as much as Dan tries to tell himself that he hates Herbert for what he did, he can’t stop himself from helping him. Trouble ensues and they’re back in the mess.

Within the first bit of the first chapter I was hooked, this work was so good and I don’t want to ramble too much about it, but it’s a must read in my opinion.

Reanimator One-Shots - Sad_Gay_Whore

Just as the title states, a collection of one shots for our favourite comrades in science. This one features a vampire au in one that I found interesting as well as showcasing Dan's lesbian aunts in another. Overall, the prompts for each weren't like anything I'd seen before and they were a fun, quick read.

Jealousy - nekromantik

A collection of times that Herbert's jealously for Dan's love interests got in the way of Dan's love life, until the moment that Herbert realizes why he's jealous in the first place. A pretty quick read, just one chapter but I found this one kind of fun-- jealous Herbert is a goofy guy.

The Less We Say About it, the Better - StopTalkingAtMe

Primarily a sick fic of Herbert not feeling well and Dan insisting he get some rest. Herbert goes in and out of dreams while he tries to get better, about the past and the crypt where he nearly died. All the while Dan is there to take care of him. This was a really sweet work, showing lots of intimate moments between the two while Herbert gets some rest for once.

There Will Always Be Life After Death - Sad_Gay_Whore

A currently unfinished work, it has three chapters so far (and un-updated since January) I'm really hoping the author continues because I really love this work. It falls post Bride, where Herbert survived the crypt and finds Dan some months later. Sprinkle in some underlying feelings and you have my preferred poison of mad scientist slow burn.

#reanimator #herbert west x dan cain #herbert west #daniel cain #danbert

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gingerbreadmonsters · 6 months

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wip title game <3

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. and then tag as many people as you have WIPs!

thank you to the wonderful @pinksparkl for the tag!! 💕💕 look i'll say it - you've probably seen a fair number of these before, because if i am terrible at one thing it is sticking to a plan lmao 🫠🫠 i did add the byline, though, so you can maybe make an educated guess...?? i am a chronic oversharer, so do feel free to ask about any of them - i put everything in a randomiser, so the order doesn't mean anything hehe

edit: i'm adding links to ones i've already answered, so you can see what's going on <3

too close to hide or: I'M ON THE HUNT, I'M AFTER YOU. hometown hero or: it's even better than the thing you're not. i know you or: that gleam in your eyes... HEART EYES CRY BLOOD!! or: ...we came in?

fun laughs good time or: now, let me get right to the point. happy birthday mister president or: take a deep breath and blow... the candles out. slip of the tongue or: he's been there all afternoon, malapropping up the bar.... thicker than water or: some apples fall a little further from the tree. sunkissed or: keep your friends close, and your anemones closer! SOCKPUPPET or: there are no strings on me! kiss the ring or: your wish is my command. better look out or: don't tease me, just squeeze me! solution euphoria or: reanimating the dead, maybe. something strange or: who you gonna call?

no-pressure tags: @zozo-01 @autisticempathydaemon @ejunkiet @lovelylonerliterature @starlitangels @romirola @frenchiefitzhere @dominimoonbeam @bicyclepainting @calicostorms 💕💕💕💕💕

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #ooh a game!#pinksparkl beloved <3 #head in hands. some of these have been trapped in google docs hell for more than a YEAR #of course these are all subject to change #but generally i tend to stick with them #i basically never use working titles for things - for some reason it just doesn't work for me idk #i guess because most of what i write doesn't really have like a snappy summary??#some does (like the mer au or the foursome fic) but mostly its pure vibes yk

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Terrifier 3 predictions

Edit: as of November of 2023, and Terrifier 3’a actual preview, this post is outdated.

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Read the title. It may be a little early to make predications (edit: yup) on the third Terrifier, but it’s been on my mind for a while now.

I’ve been writing these down since the DVD release, but I’m just getting to editing and posting them now.

So I’m just gonna stop wasting time with introductions, and get to the list.

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1. It'll be set on the same night as Terrifier 2.

Damien Leone said the third movie picks up right after 2, and seeing as it’s implied to be just after Sienna decapitates Art, I doubt there’ll be a time skip. It may even homage something like Halloween II or Halloween Kills.

With this in mind, Sienna and Jonathan wouldn’t have had time to recuperate after their fight with Art; and assuming Sienna gets any kind of “Angel” powers to counter Art’s she wouldn’t have enough time to master her them.

This would allow Sienna to learn to master these powers over the movie, and keep her from being this invincible OP hero.

2. Terrifier 3 will have a hospital setting.

Again, maybe as a homage to Halloween II, but a lot of my predictions have to do with characters going to a hospital or two.

Which kind, I don’t know. An emergency room would be most likely for Jonathan at least, but Art and the Possessed Vicky are in a psychiatric clinic. I can’t think of a believable reason they’d be in the same building. Maybe the staff are forced to take Vicky to the hospital, but wouldn’t the ward have its own medical wing ?

Maybe I’m overthinking it.

It should be noted that Damien Leone also wanted to make a feature film based off The 9th Circle short film (Art’s debut). Before that idea was scrapped, its story would have involved teenagers being trapped in an abandoned hospital, overrun by demons.

Leone already recycled some of his old ideas for Terrifier 2; Sienna herself was based on a character he wanted to write back in 2008, so I can see him reviving some of the scrapped film here.

It might even be dubbed something like “Terrifier: The 9th Circle”.

Which leads us too…

3. Art will be out of commission for much of the movie…I mean, he’s literally a head at this point. But this would lead to other threats taking the stand.

I’m talking about The 9th Circle demons. Art is practically backed up by the forces of Hell, and apparently he’s important enough to them that his resurrection is a must.

So what I’m picturing is these demons stepping into the fray. If they go the hospital route, and revise The 9th Circle, these demons would take over the hospital, killing in Art’s place while rebuilding his body.

For example, they would kill and mutilate staff and patients for body parts/organs, Frankenstien-ing a body for Art to reattach his head.

Plus it gives Sienna something to build her power on. She wouldn’t just be fighting Art himself, but numerous demons of different varieties and powers. Think Die Hard in a demon infested hospital.

4. If Art is out of commission, we may learn some of his backstory. Being a reanimated head, it’s not like Art can do much of anything besides think.

So to pass the time, we’d get flashbacks here and there about Art’s past with Art thinking about how he got here…but they will subvert the typical slasher villain sob story, and keep him unsympathetic.

Here’s some examples, off the top of my head.

Art was bullied as a child ? Well, who doesn’t get bullied ? Plus, it would turn out the bullying he suffered was mere teasing, or at least pretty tame compared to more severe examples of bullying. Carrie White, he is not.

If they build up an abusive parents backstory ? It turns out his parents were well meaning, if strict and disconnected, at worst. The examples of “abuse” Art apparently suffered consisted of having to do mundane chores around the house every now and then.

If Art had someone in his life who left him and broke his heart ? Art was an emotionally distant boyfriend (at best) especially when it was clear his partner was going through something that he was indifferent too.

Alternatively, whoever broke Art’s heart wasn’t romantically involved with him in the first place; Art just had a really bad case of “Nice Guy Syndrome”.

Again, these are just examples I’d think of; things that wouldn’t make Art tragic or sympathetic, or even explain why he such a raasclaat pulling this kind of buffoonery.

5. Going with the above, if - and that’s a Big IF - we get any kind of face/voice reveal for Art, they’re gonna pull the “They Look Just Like Everyone Else” card.

It'd revealed that underneath his clown getup, Art isn’t actually deformed; his silent clown gimmick is just that; his costume is just that. His pointy nose ? Prosthetics. His rotting teeth ? Dentures you could pick up at a Halloween store.

If we ever see Art without his makeup (or prosthetics), it’s just David Howard Thorton’s normal face. Art may not even be a genuine mute; his silence would just be part of the shtick. If we hear Art’s speak, it’s just David Howard Thorton’s natural speaking voice.

The reason why no one was able to find Art over the years isn’t supernatural or that he just has a good hiding spot; he just has such a mundane and casual appearance and demeanor.

You wouldn’t think to question the guy minding his own business at the pancake house, or the grocery store, or hanging around the mall.

You could be sitting across the table from Art at a dinner date, remarking about the Miles County Massacre, and you wouldn’t be the wiser as he nods and smiles.

Think Machine’s face reveal from 8MM, and you’ll get a good idea of what I’m talking about.

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Going with this, if they want to do an “Art gets away” cliffhanger…it would just be Art getting out of his costume and makeup dressing in mundane clothes and blending into a crowd.

6. If Allie’s alive...it’ll be a “Be Careful What You Wish For” twist.

Allie has become a popular supporting character, even with (and partially because) of her infamous “death” scene. So much so, a portion fanbase wants her to come back in the third movie.

And to be fair, we don’t see her expire…

But there’s a catch. In the first Terrifier, Vicky survives Art’s attack and is left mutilated and disfigured. In the original Terrifier short, Art purposefully keeps a victim alive and heavily mutilated for his amusement.

What I’m getting at is if Allie is still alive after all of that…we can only expect her to be in this miserable state, left heavily mutilated and disfigured from Art’s attack.

If this goes for the hospital route, Sienna may pay her a visit, and the scene may be played as a Tear Jerker; practically nudging at the audience saying “Well, you wanted her alive! Are you happy ?”

And that’s not counting the possibility of Art or one of his demonic partners tormenting a hospitalized Allie throughout.

One upside I can see is, if Sienna is gaining angelic powers…angels are often depicted as having this power to heal others.

Now, I’m not saying I see Sienna magically restoring Allie’s body and undoing her mutilation…but maybe a scene where she takes Allie’s physical pain away, and causes Allie to feel an uncontrollable rush of happiness/relief.

Not sure if I can see Damien Leone doing something this hopeful, but it’d be nice to see. I was listening to Robbie Williams’ “Angels” when I wrote this part down.

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