Le Rite sacré de l'amour magique - The Sacred Ritual of Magical Love.
Mild NSFW
I feel so sad whenever I read about how this scene was 'cringe' and 'unnecessary' and 'awkward' - given it's visually and narratively a feast of subtext, and full of delicious tidbits about the essential nature of Hex-tech as a magical system.
It also wonderfully highlights the fusion of a pure source powered by the crystallization of celestial bodies with the viscerality of blood as a sacrificial link to esoteric knowledge - but at the cost of forfeiting one's 'tether' to humanity.
We have Viktor literally having a brush with death and nearly transcending the physical plane, while the Hex-gem takes away his life force and infuses it into its internal matrix - a literal melding between man and magic that, sadly, also requires the forfeiture of his fundamental humanity.
All while simultaneously, Jayce and Mel are making love, in a gorgeously animated sequence which is allllll about prioritizing female pleasure (and showing a female orgasm onscreen in a PG-13 kids' show - like, y'all, that takes balls, given if it were a mainstream Hollywood film, it'd earn an NC-17 rating or get slapped with a big ol' R for its trouble.)
And there's so many wonderful interpretive lenses we can apply to the juxtaposition between Viktor and Jayce - all while sex, death and magic are happening onscreen. On one level it represents Jayce's seduction, and by proxy corruption, at the hands of Mel - all while the Hex-core is corrupted by human blood that belongs to a man who has grown up in toxic environs and carries their lived legacy in his body to the point it's killing him from the inside out.
And on the other hand, we can see it as a divergence between the two routes of magical power as a means to channel transcendent knowledge - one through the brutal solitude of Viktor's path, which will ultimately set him in Machine Herald territory, and have him casting off his 'earthly ties' - right down to everything that makes him human. For him, the Hex-core is knowledge to be penetrated and absorbed, and its secrets require a sacrifice of the highest order. And on the other hand, we have Mel and Jayce literally melding together with astral imagery in the background, to show a different route that magic allows one to take, namely where two life-forces come together and engender something sublime between them (or possibly even make a baby? It's a popular fan theory and I can certainly see the potential.)
Magic, for Arcane, seems to be a means of interconnecting different facets into a unified whole (not unlike the way the series mirrors and makes parallels between a host of characters and circumstances, almost like they're different faces of a Hex-gem). And this scene sums up so powerfully what that system of science and magic is about - and the extreme highs and lows it can take you to.
And of course, right at the heels of this intense interplay between sex and death, two different types of la petite mort, we have the ultimate confluence between the two:
Rebirth.
And who better to embody it than two characters who carry their dead selves behind them like corpses shackled to their heels, in different ways?
Tbh I read these scenes as a trilogy for explaining Arcane's magic system - with Jinx being that final spark - literally the Powder - that blasts Hex-tech in all its destructive and yet empowering potential wide open.
Also a separate aside, I find this scene way more uncomfortable than the earlier two, simply because the interactions between Silco and Jinx are so fraught and charged. The first time you watch it, there's that almost-kiss Gotcha! that makes you spit-take, like: Wait are they...? And then the whiplash is so extreme because in a blink it goes from uncomfortably full of romantic undercurrents to strangely tender, verging on reverent. A moment of perfect and pure trust between two monsters whose entire conception of trust has been trampled into shards that they now use to cut others with.
But for me the pinnacle is this scene.
Other fan theories have also stated that they see Jinx as sort of the unwitting embodiment of the Hex-crystal's power paired with the dark potency of Shimmer, and for me this is one of the biggest visual metaphors. This girl, caught in a blissful gyre of fulfillment and serene frenzy, unmade and then remade, as she deciphers the codes of the Hex-gem and feels, for the first time, at one with herself and with her potential to unlock secrets and usher in miracles.
And madness, too, but that's a whole 'nother analysis.
tl;dr - Please Fortiche. Release an art book. I will shell out the big bucks<3
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Can I request a yandere Kokushibo piece where his s/o is a Hashira that has somehow mastered Moon breathing. Sorry if it’s too vague but I loved your other Kokushibo pieces. Feel free to ignore this if it doesn’t interest you tho and I love all your work.
(KNY) YANDERE KOKUSHIBO x MOON HASHIRA! READER: Headcannons
• Interesting prompt! I like it. (Tysm too btw :> cant ignore such nice words lol. Sorry it took so long)
• Kokushibo in general I headcannon to be very possessive, Protective and obsessive.
• These traits only skyrocket once he finds you.
• You, The Moon Hashira take a lot of pride of pride in your style, One that you assumed you invented yourself.
• Its only once you come face to face with Kokushibo when hunting for demons is when you realise that’s false.
• Kokushibo on first sight think’s you’re a rather attractive person. He doesn’t say anything but he does gain an interest though it is mostly about your appearance as a good meal to absorb.
• Said interest becomes an obsession however once you finally show off Moon Breathing. He’s stunned, Yet in absolute exhiliration too.
• As a human, Michikatsu wanted a way to preserve his breathing technique, He had no sucessors. Yorichii tried to tell him it didn’t matter but of course Michikatsu didn’t agree much.
• But seeing you here is like seeing his legacy come to fruition. He’s frozen in admiration and joy as you come running at him with one of your attacks ready to behead him.
• You’re strong of mind too, You were able to charge at him instead of freeze in fear at the mere sight of him.
• Suddenly inside his cold dead heart he could feel it grow three times bigger that day. Something about you was just amazing, And he had to have it.
• So as you charge at him, Yelling out your next move you can see him running towards you as well.
• And in a split second everything goes blank, You fall to the ground unconscious and your sword skitters away from your grasp.
• Kokushibo stands over you, All six of his eyes watching your figure with great interest. He can’t kill you yet, You are his legacy and his mark in history. You’ve gained his attention.
• Your kasugai crow, Who was sitting in the tree nearby tried to fly off for help. But was instantly struck down by one of Kokushibo’s swords.
• Can’t let any more pests intervene with with his work
• You wake up in some house deep inside the japanese wilderness. Away from any society or village with your only company being the animals and your new captor
• Your sword is gone. Your legs are chained to your bed and the door in the room is locked.
• Kokushibo is already there to tell you how this is going to go. You are now nothing more than a possession, You cannot leave the house and he says it in such a brash way that it almost makes you cry harder.
• If you try to attack him he will not take it. He will slap you to the side and you’ll be too out of it afterwards to continue.
• You’re usually not let out and your weapon is nowhere in sight, However Kokushibo tends to take you out once a month or so to train with him.
• Of course, You have ankle weights and your sword is made of bamboo so you cant do anything other than bonk him on the head with it. So killing him is off the table.
• You can still use your breathing techniques though, And he wants you to show them off to him.
• He also tries to converse with you about the breathing style, As anti-social as he is he does want someone to talk to about moon breathing since you two are the only ones in history to wield it
• He asks you how you were able to master it. Did you learn it from someone or come up with it on your own? How long have you used it? How many forms have you been able to use?
• He gets really irritated when you just ignore him in favour of spitting insults, He doesn’t tolerate that kind of disrespect and tosses you back into your shared bedroom.
• Oh right, You two also share a bed. You are his wife so it is only right <3
• If this was a platonic scenario then he might’ve considered you his apprentice or his Tsuguko. However since this is romantic he considers you to be his wife and refers to you as such.
• Anyone you might’ve known in your time as a Hashira gets hunted down by him. Any co-workers you mention? Dead in a ditch somewhere. Anyone you’re particularly friendly with? Gone!
• God forbid you have a husband, Kokushibo will not hesitate.
• If you ever have kids, May it be from stockholm syndrome or something much more vile. Kokushibo will be teaching them moon breathing and will expect you to help out.
• If you do fall into stockholm then he will soften up and use moon themed petnames to match your breathing
• Little moon, My crescent.
• Its cheesy.
• Either way this man loves that you know moon breathing, He adores you for it.
• A little too much, But I’m sure its nothing to worry about
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Hey Kitty! can you do Creepypasta Zombie apocalypse headcanons?
I've been watching The Last of Us and it's fuckin amazing so far, I've also maybe been playing a lot of L4D2.
Zombie Apocalypse? More like Hurricane tortilla!
Basically they all mind their business and stay the fuck inside
No one goes out unless they absolutely have to, and it must be in groups of five, with inhuman team members so they lesser the chance of infection.
And anytime someone leaves and returns, they are but in quarantine for the incubation period.
If anyone does happen to get infected, Slender will be the one to handle them.
Speaking of Slender, he is suffering the most out of everyone. Even Eyeless Jack can eat infected organs if they're not rotting away. (Unless it's TLOU zombies that spread through fungus. Then the non-humans who eat humans would be very much fucked)
If the zombies are fungus-based, Eyeless Jack would be willingly chained up. When in a state of hunger, Jack will turn into a mindless, powerful being that stops at nothing to get food. That inner demon does not see relationships, only meat.
And if he's sent out, he'll only come back, because he's not completely mindless. He has his memories, the location of the manor, and exactly how to get in. He might be tied up at the Proxy Cabin instead, with a caretaker watching over him, that's evasive enough to get away if he should escape, such as Ben.
But Slender needs souls, human souls in order to survive. He's weak and frail and can't handle himself as well as he used to. He is deteriorating.
Only Tim knows of this, and put himself in charge of taking care of Slender. There's no survivors from miles around, and zombies are merely hosts of what the humans once were.
It's killing off other operators as well, so he can't even bargain for the bare minimum for the greedy ones.
Clock went out one day and never returned, much to everyone's dismay. She was hungry, starving, and rations were wearing thin. As time progressed, search teams would have to go out farther and farther to find food, and even forest animals were becoming scarce from the constant hunting from both humans and zombies.
The only steady food source they have is egg and rarely chicken meat from the henhouse outside. But something got to them, either a fox or a zombie, and it hasn't been touched since.
Clock was never looked for, presumed dead, but Toby found her wandering around near the outskirts of the Black Forest. She chased him all the way back, her jaw nearly falling off, and half of her arm missing.
He managed to risk everyone's lives to selfishly keep Clock chained up in the basement. No one saw him sneak in with Clock, in direct contact with an infected, and feeding her bits of rotting meat he finds in the forest.
He refuses to let her go, because a cure will surface one day, right? This can't be the end, no. He can save her, he won't leave her to die like everyone else did.
This may or may not lead to the eventual downfall of the manor altogether. Once Toby is found out, everyone will want to go their own ways, loosing complete trust and faith in each other.
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If you haven't already done it... Death Parade!Desmond
As Decim obv, because he's a bartender
Maybe he's there for his ancestors when they die? Or smth
For those curious, Death Parade is a 12 episode anime. The premise is when a person die, they are sent to a bar (there are multiple bars) and is told to play a game chosen by a roulette by the bartender. Using this game as a medium, the bartender (the arbiter) would observe and decide if they are to be escorted to be reincarnated or to be sent to the void where their soul will be lost forever. The anime itself is focused on Decimm the bartender in charged of overseeing the games between two people who died at the same time. It’s a very good anime but it’s also very depressing and uuuhhh… contains certain topics that can be quite triggering for some so please be careful when you do watch it.
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Floor 17 was a strange bar.
Oh, the decoration was nice. It looked like an upscale bar one would see in New York. Soft lights, calming non-intrusive music…
The bar was strange because it shouldn’t exist.
Floor 17 was not ready.
But it looked ready.
There was an arbiter there as well.
The elevator that should lead the dead to the floor assigned to them would sometimes… open to floor 17.
And no one knew what happens in Floor 17.
All they knew was that, after some time, the elevators for the final judgment would operate from that floor.
To be reincarnated…
To be sent to the void…
There was no pattern of which elevator would move.
It all seemed random.
Like an arbiter had done their job.
Floor 17 should not exist.
The moment the dead entered the floor, there was nothing the system could do but wait.
And when the final judgment had been passed.
… everyone just forgot about it.
All of it.
Only to be reminded by its existence once another dead had been sent to the non-existing floor.
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Edward didn’t know where he was or why he was here.
His last memories were…
… sailing the Jackdaw?
No.
Dinner.
He was having dinner with his family, asking Haytham what he would like for his birthday tomorrow.
He walked out of the strange small room that dinged the moment he got out, sliding close. He walked towards the end of the hall and was greeted by a large room.
“Welcome.”
It looked familiar.
Why would it look familiar?
Edward stared at the man on the other side of the counter, filling up a glass until it was halfway full with a huge ice inside.
Edward’s feet led him to the counter and he sat in front of the man.
He took the glass.
The liquid was gold.
Ambrosia.
The true drink of the gods.
Edward drank it.
It tasted like…
“Would you like to play now?” The bartender asked.
“At least let me finish my drink this time.” Edward said lightly.
The man’s lips curved into a fond smile.
“Of course.”
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.
It always ends the same.
He already knew where he would lead him.
Again and again.
No matter how many times he has to do it.
He will keep him alive.
“If I keep reincarnating… will I see you again, ███████?”
Yes.
Because as long as he remains in this floor.
He will protect his soul.
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|DARYL DIXON|
Blue-eyed crossbowman heart.
Warnings: none
Daryl Dixon x fem reader
"Why are you still mad at me?! I'm trying to do things right and you don't like anything!"
"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady! Do you think you're in charge here? You're going to do what I say and how I say it! Learn a little more from your sisters and stop being so ungrateful! Your mother would be very disappointed about you." His last words were enough to bring tears to your eyes and make your heart ache.
The uncomfortable glances of the others fell on you, so you quickly took your things and left the house. When you were a few meters away it was impossible for you to contain your sobs. You furiously threw the backpack to the ground, not caring what was inside.
You turned around and you could see how everyone left and went back to their activities while Maggie and Beth stayed hugging at the entrance, you shook your head and it was enough for them to go back inside.
You were furious.
You hated that whatever happened was an excuse for him to blame you. You hated that the arrival of Rick's group had ruined what little peace of mind you'd managed to get. You hated that it was Shane's fault that the barn had been discovered. You regretted too much for having said that at some point that, that would happen and that they were no longer sick, that they were dead, because even if you were right, you knew that would upset your father.
And now you were practically alone. With two shirts and a jean in the backpack, a knife and three bullets.
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You cried for hours, the sun began to fall and the cold made your skin itch. You wanted to leave, to be able to leave everything behind and leave, find another group, build a new life... but you couldn't. You couldn't leave behind your sisters, the two people you loved the most.
You arranged your things against one of the trees, and you sat down so that you were looking directly at the house. Branches snapped behind you, and you spun around to find Daryl.
You didn't talk to him much, well, you had hardly talked to anyone, since you spent most of your time outside the house, with the animals or doing things on the farm, so you had practically not talked to anyone, but you had noticed his presence.
It was hard not to notice.
His blue eyes darted around the place, he fidgeted, shifting from one leg to the other swinging his crossbow in his hand. "Did my sisters send you to find me? To persecute me?" you asked furiously.
You knew it wasn't his fault, but you needed to vent, and Daryl had been the first victim to fall. "Of course not. I'm not the errand boy for this group anymore." He answered with a strong and confident tone. "You're near my camp, I heard noises and I came to see what it was."
You had already seen enough of Dixon to know better than to pick a fight with him, so you just decided to ignore him. You were gathering your things to go somewhere else when he spoke again. "You can spend the night in my tent if you want...it's just starting to get dark and it will be too cold." His blue eyes never left yours and it was hard for you to hold his gaze.
The crossbowman was right so, without taking your eyes off your backpack, you nodded your head and started walking behind him to his tent. Despite the thin fabric, it felt twice as warm inside here as outside.
Daryl removed a couple of clothes from the cot and tossed them on the sleeping bag. "Don't worry…I can sleep in the bag." You said while he bent down to pick up his things, but he was faster and taking your wrist lightly, he stopped you, making the two face to face, only a few centimeters away. You brought out an inner strength that you did not know and you looked into his eyes, you went down through his nose, you ran through his full and pink lips to return to his eyes, but the curses and the screams of just a few hours ago made you bow your head again in sorrow . At that moment you will completely regret having accepted, of having looked at it so much and giving space to questions that you did not want to answer. "No need to be ashamed...it's not like my family was one of the best." He said in a nonchalant tone, making the tension lessen a bit.
Thousands of questions went through your mind, but you decided not to ask them. "Thank you, it's just...it's too much. A lot of things are happening together and after so much time struggling to find peace of mind, everything just..." you moved your hands in search of the perfect word, but your throat had closed and your hands tears began to form, your chin trembled involuntarily and the pressure in the chest was increasing. At that moment you wished you hadn't been in front of him, because you didn't want to show him weakness, you didn't want to show him that you were a little girl who cried because her father had scolded her, but you couldn't control it.
You had spent a lot of time searching this moment the right place, time, and person to vent, because even though Daryl might be judging you, he was just a stranger after all. One who could have laughed at you or simply ignored you, but instead, slowly approached until he stood in front of you for a few seconds, scanning your entire face as you had done, he saw how your shoulders trembled and how your head bowed every time more, and with just two steps he managed to get it to rest on his shoulder while he wrapped his other hand around your back until he was fully embraced.
Your body tensed up at first, he seemed like a rude boy so his actions confused you a bit, but when you saw that he didn't seem to show any signs of letting go, you simply took advantage of the situation. You let his hand scrub your back, giving you the tranquility and comfort that you had sought so much, you let the silence of the tent clear your mind and his strong and warm arms hold you.
And it was then, when you thought that, although you had lost part of your family, you had gained a new one. You had won the heart of the blue-eyed crossbowman forever.
(Apologies for mistakes or spelling mistakes, english is not my first language!)
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adoption centre
I was bored and couldn't help but think thoughts and such thoughts deserve to be written and forever recorded for years to come in tumblr history,spelling and grammar mistakes will be made
TW : yandere shenanigans
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Welcome!Welcome!Are you a chronically lonely person who wished nothing more than for a person to love you unconditionally and even kill for you?,well you're in luck!because step inside the yanyan adoption centre! what's this?you say,well this adoption centre is not just a run of the mil adoption centre for cute animals say the secret password YOU could adopt a yandere ranging from cat boys to homicidal murderer to super villains :D!!!!
I introduce to you our top yanderes ready for the picking! but first I must warn you this whole place is rigged with hidden cameras some for your safety and some we don't even know about! :D go ahead wave at any random place you might waved straight into Dave's hidden camera
oh! but ofcourse I must tell you about the ranking system,it is divided from 1 - 10, for 1-5 it is basically stalking,killing for you,hacking,restricting your moves,little bits and bobs of kidnapping,some hidden cameras here and there you don't even know about but nothing TOO extreme
Oh?you wanna know about the 6 and up? Woooaaah lookie here we got a little fighter don't we? ;) well for the 6 and up the best way is to show,now if you may,please come with me to some of the cells of our rank 6
Yandere beastmen who'd love nothing more than to cuddle you,to death! :D now this one is a rescue,plucked straight from the street,oh?is that ethical? Oh darling darling ofcourse it is! plus we found him abandoned waiting for his owner to came back,they never did rightfully so this one's crazy in the head,but we offer him a better place now he get warm food and a potential 'mate'? Was it he called them
huh?what did he do?well let me tell you this,apart from accounted 8 case of massacre he's a bit delusional you see,make sure not to let him see you or else you'd have no choice but to adopt him,it took us couple of months to finally get him to stop imprinting on his now we found out dead owner,ik!crazy right?!how he did it even I don't know
but! Moving on
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For our rank 7 we have
Yandere assassin !yes our choices varies for each and individual person,it depends on how MUCH you could actually handle,oh but this one is the more tame one of the rank sevens,trust me ya don't wanna meet Dave,that bastard somehow manage to did the impossible,huh?what rank Dave is?,well.... it's complicated my deary
Now why don't I tell you more about this assasin?,his name is kira,yes like the anime,poor dude,no wonder he become so...twisted.
now then say that you did decide to take him home, he's a sadist,would love nothing more than to have you begging for him to stop,in more ways than one, he'd also be the type to be very very very restrictive,so unless necessary you won't be able to go out very much,even standing on the porch will put him on the edge of his nerve,he also needs alot of recurrence and is very very bipolar,he ranks seven because he impose as a danger to others and his darling, he's also friends with Dave can you believe that?
Oh that and also because he have like a shit ton of murder charges,we won't be counting it but just so you know
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For the eight place we have
Yandere mage he would be very hard to deal with,not only that he have incredible amount of mana which in turn is energy so wink wink nudge nude ;) funny story actually he almost make a race of merfolk gone extinct because he deemed that if the merfolk were to 'charm' his future darling it'll be a hastle
Yeah....the remaining survivor had to took an unbreakable oath to never sing again yeah Dave was there to help honestly if not for him telling us this story we wouldn't even know it!crazy that guy I swear to devine
now mage isn't very sadistic but his form of 'punishment' is more pain than pleasure compared to his 'rewards' so if you ever decide to pick him,be wise :D
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Ninth place is
Yandere dragon well well if you like a possesive dragon that will absolute kill for you and some size kink wink wink nudge nudge then I recommend having yourself a yandere dragon, he's very cuddly, don't let his scary and huge built frighten ya,as long as you stay loyal to him I promise you no harm will be done,now what makes him a rank nine is that dragons have mystical powers
they could do some daaarrk shit if prompted,oh but isn't having the fate of many many many pewny humans in your hand so exciting?! just one,and I meant it ONE single sad tears from you and oh boy, it's gonna be catastrophy
he actually turned himself in,he said Dave told him about this place I guess giving Dave a little bit of freedom has it's own perks
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now then follow me to our rank 10 candid- huh? Oh!I see you've found Dave!
well I'll be leaving you alone then,good luck~
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and just like that the host you've been following disappeared,in a panic state you subconsciously ran towards the host yelling no! "Geez darling,I didn't know you hate me this much" he whispered besides your ears blowing hot breath on it
whipping your head back you're startled by how close he was,one. Just one wrong move and your lips will touch,your eyes trailed up his face taking inch his features,until they stopped on his eyes,bright ruby eyes,he smiled a cheeky grin a glint of mischievous and....something... In his eyes caused your breath to hitch
he let's out a giggle "you're a cute one,dolly" he said taking a step closer to you,instinctively you took a step back
strut.
Strut.
Strut.
thump!
Your back finally hit a wall,just where did the wall came from?you looked back to make sure it really was a wall,sure enough it was
"eyes on me dolly" you heard someone whispered,a low husky voice rang through your ears,you couldn't help but obey "that's a good doll" he said putting his hand besides you on the wall fully caging you in
"god I've been waiting for this" he said letting out a sinister smile
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Case file :
log : 1 : encrypt : archive : error
Dave : rank 10
Have an obsession on subject named y/n,subject of effection(s.o.e) had escaped and Dave had been detained in the facilities top security prison
log : 2 : encrypt : archive
dave : rank 11
Somehow his powers manifested into something more sinister,more ..... Powerful persay,we are forced to create a new category for him,current protocol evacuate immediately
Log : 5 : encrypt : archive
Dave : rank 11
being away from s.o.e have made him passive for a while,it has been one week no new movements is caught,he seems to be in a depressive state of things,he also mumbled,scratched and carved a certain phrase "doll" I believe it is the nick name of his s.o.e,we have made the decisions to fully induce selective amnesia on s.o.e, will update on any news
log : 12 : encrypt : archive
what the fuck is happening?!,all of the previous logs has been deleted?!and some distorted beyond understanding!,all of it!months of logging months of research's gone to waste!god if I find who caused this!urrrhggg!! Their dead!you hear me! Error error error
Log 13 : encrypt : archive
Dave : -------
error help error error error error error error error error error error distorted error error error powers error error error what error error seems error error subject error error error we error error die!
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Last archived log 23-error error error error
"found you my dolly~"
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Broken World: Chapter Eight
Month Later
I was getting ready to go into the city with Glenn, except this time we would be taking a group with us. Andrea, Morales, T-Dog, Jacquie, and unfortunately Merle. Daryl had decided to go out on a solo hunt yesterday and was still gone. Glenn had reluctantly agreed to take more people with us to try and get more stuff that the group needed. We were running low on food. Fortunately, we had an unlimited amount of water with the lake. We just needed to make sure we boiled it before using it. “Hey, is it okay if I come in?” Shane asked from outside my tent. “Yeah, I’m just getting my pack ready.” I looked up when he walked in. “What’s up?” I asked.
“I wanted to talk to you about Merle," he said. I stood up from my cot and swung my pack onto my back. "I'll keep an eye on him. I have my cuffs, so if I need to handcuff him somewhere until we're done, I will," I chuckled. He huffed out a laugh and nodded his head. "He needs to pull his weight around here since he didn't go out hunting with Daryl. He seems like he wants to be in charge, and the rest of the group won't be able to handle him if he decides to try and take over."
I completely understood what he meant. Merle liked to think he should be in charge of everything. He doesn't like how things are being run. I agreed to help Shane with keeping the group in order. I guess we were kind of the leaders of the group; the people who made the hard decisions. "Don't worry about Merle, I can handle him. I know how he thinks and what his telltale signs are when he's about to do something stupid."
After everyone was ready to go, we headed out. Since there were seven of us going and we didn't want to take a vehicle so we decided we would just walk; we were only a few miles outside of the city. It was still early in the morning, so as long as we got in and out with no problems, we should be back by dinner time. Glenn and I have been doing the run together and we haven't run into any problems, but with five other people with us, and one of those five being Merle Dixon, it might take longer than usual.
We were currently in a department store looking through everything. When the outbreak happened and when the city started to be overtaken by walkers after the military lost control and they bombed the place, people hid in the buildings to get away. Some people took refuge inside them instead of going to the FEMA shelters. So there was a good chance we would find cans of food and other useful things. It didn't hurt to check supply closets for toilet paper and clothes were always needed. It will be getting cold in another month or so.
"You hurt my baby brother when you left. I always told him you never cared about him." I let out a sigh and turned around to look at Merle. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Merle, so shut your trap and do something useful for once. You're in a group and that means you pull your weight or you get kicked out." He scoffed and moved closer to me, reached his hand out, and picked up the badge around my neck. "This ain't gonna save ya now, sugar tits." I wrapped my hand around his and bent it back towards his wrist. "What the fuck did I tell you about touching me?" He forcefully pulled his arm out of my grasp and sneered at me. “Your time is coming,” he said, then he walked away. Before I could put too much thought into what he meant by my time was coming, there were gunshots from outside on the street. We all gathered in the middle of the store before running for the stairs that led up to the roof.
We looked over the edge of the building to see a man on a horse running down the street with a large group of dead stumbling after them. Unfortunately for him, they were cut off by more walkers, and they took the horse down. We watched as the man crawled away from the walkers that tore into the poor animal. The man crawled under the tank that sat in the middle of the street below, and for what felt like hours, we waited. There was no doubt in our minds that he was dead, that was until he popped out of the top hatch, looked around, and then quickly closed it. He was stuck inside a death trap surrounded by a sea of dead.
"What do we do now? The streets are crawling with walkers!" Andrea said. "We help him. He obviously didn't know that the city was overrun," I said. I turned and looked at Glenn. "What do you say? Think we can get him out of there and back here without anyone getting hurt?" I asked. Glenn walked around to the other side of the building, looked down at the alley before coming back over, and looked down at the street clogged with walkers. "Yeah, I think we could do something."
He came up with a plan, telling everyone exactly what he was going to do and what he needed us to do, then he got on the handheld radio we had to keep in contact with the group back at the quarry. He tried all the stations until we heard the voice of a man come through. Glenn talked to him and explained what to do and where to meet him and when he was finished we headed back the stairs, into the store, and to the back where the loading docks were, to the door where maintenance would have come in.
Glenn went over the plan one more time before we walked out the door and took care of the few walkers that were I'm the alley. Then he headed for the stairs on the building across from us. He would take them up to the roof and go down the other side to an alley that was blocked off from walkers, and that would be where he'd meet the guy. We could only hope that this guy made it and Glenn would bring him back here safe.
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mechanical - a character put in a situation where their reactions/responses are mechanical and what is underlying that
{-sneaks along in Sea's footsteps-}
Glimpses of the past (?) | unprompted!
I don't think I reblogged this-- BUT I've been wanting to-- so thank you for sending even if it was probably a misclick.
cw for depersonalization.
Death became Garlemald’s treacherous landscape.
With every frozen corpse unearthed, they must put an end to its Blasphemous cause.
Tsuna stared lifelessly toward the wooden beams that comprised a vaulted Garlean ceiling, awoken by the sound of raucous speaking in the other room. Such makeshift barracks were made of one of the only buildings left structurally sound in Garlemald, yet the nearly-shattered window did whistle as a kettle once the frigid air slammed against it. Tsuna did not stir, nor weep, but her skin began to crawl like vilekin over festering flesh.
The itch would not cease. She scratched, and scratched, but still she felt that man’s filth inside her, rotting her from the inside and out. Her body was her own again and yet it was as if that man's aether had left an indelible mark.
If she had been any slower, her friends would have been red mist on the snows, slaughtered by her own hand—
No, not her own. It was, and it wasn’t.
No matter the rationalisation, her mind’s eye would not stop its visions. What if he had massacred them, too? Would she then be charged with making a lichyard for her friends once more? What if she had been bound forever inside that corpse?
Tsuna shrouded herself in her thin duvet, and quickly stumbled from bed to escape her own head.
Amidst the low chattering, she distinctly heard the words 'Babil' and 'tonight' from beyond the door to her makeshift room. She braved to crack it, and found the Scions parked upon crates and broken chairs , crowded around a ceruleum heater, nursing mugs full of something hot and warmly spiced. Mulled tea from Ul'dah. A reminder of home.
Her arrival was enough to silence whatever conversation they were having, and turn their heads. Immediately, she regretted her impulsiveness, feeling as if she had just walked on stage unprepared.
"Take me with you," she said, though her voice was too weak to carry the boldness of her words.
The group exchanged cursory looks, most simply turned their noses to their laps.
Alphinaud was the first to speak up. "Tsuna, while I'm... I'm gladdened to see you awake, I really don't think..." His voice trailed off, unsure and tepid, as if his normal charismatic self had been blind-sighted by the demand.
"You're in no position to be going anywhere," Y'shtola smoothly interjected.
Tsuna wrapped herself tighter, stepping further out into the room.
"You're in no position to be telling me where to go." The flatline of her voice begged no argument, though it did wonders in drawing Y'shtola's ire. The Miqo'te's ears drew back, and she knew at once that she was simmering beneath-- if looks could kill she would have been dead in several exciting ways already.
Someone among them cleared his throat loud enough to put a wedge between them. Thancred stepped forward with intent to corral her back to her room.
He rounded her as if she were an animal, and she felt her back hit the wall in order to avoid touching him. She couldn't touch anyone.
"I'm going tonight," Tsuna asserted, quietly, ignoring how the wool of her duvet began to itch.
Thancred looked away briefly to avoid rolling his eyes. "You're going back to bed. Sleep is in short supply these days. Best catch it while you--"
"Do you think you can stop me!?"
He paused, annoyed.
"I do."
She wanted to be angry, furious. She wanted to raise her hand against him. She chewed her lip, reaching out with one hand to angrily grab at his collar, only to retract it. Her face twitched, briefly twisting in rage at the injustice, but fear for the sudden violence that compelled her doused her flame, and she had no desire to rekindle it. Tsuna's arms fell to her sides, letting the duvet pool around feet that she barely recognized as her own.
He watched her with a curious expression that could only be described as sympathetic.
"Let's get you back to bed."
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For the song ask game!!! I hope when you shuffle for this ask you get chuuya's character song or wake up call from the dead apple ost or something equally gay
full disclosure: with some semi-rare exceptions, I don't usually add OST or character songs to my playlists because part of why i make character playlists is to tease out my understanding of their characterizations and dynamics by extrapolating my understanding and applying it to noncanonical material. for playlists that are explicitly about a specific dynamic, i also generally avoid single-character songs. every song has to relate to who they are relative to the other character(s) or their relationship with the other character(s).
(i do love bsd's ost and anime sound design though, it's bop after bop)
okay for the ask game!!!!
Real Love Song, Nothing But Thieves
This is a love song, real love
Dirty rip out the whole of your soul love
I'll hate myself for days love
Sitting all alone and listening to Nick Cave love
...
This is a dark song, real dark
Feral tear off your skin to the bone dark
I’ll drink myself to death dark
Do anything to feel your breath on my neck dark
...
This is a sad song, so sad
Aching like it's more than I can take sad
I cried so hard I died sad
Losing all that's making me human inside sad
in the timeline of their relationship, this song exists in the interim between dazai leaving the port mafia and the guild arc. i fully believe dazai fell first, fell hard, and fell semi-gleefully, but when he left the port mafia, he wanted to leave. his aches and traumas around mori and who he was then are tangled and messy, evidenced by the extent to which the port mafia makes him emotionally erratic and passively self-contradictory (the image he projects starts to glitch as his sincerity and uncertainty trip over themselves) during the guild arc. that suggests to me he hasn't fully processed and struggles to reconcile what was good and golden about his time in the port mafia (including chuuya) with his prey animal fear of it and his inability to become someone other than himself.
from his perspective, he shouldn't be having this problem. he fucking ditched the port mafia; he went no-contact, off the grid, full ego death and death of his prior self. it's something he's used to; it's what he seemed to have done when he found mori. dazai is comfortable ripping out parts of himself and leaving them behind.
however, he can't do it this time. he tried, he really, really tried. but he couldn't. he couldn't let go of who and what he loved in the port mafia, and chuuya brings that into sharp relief. dazai couldn't just leave without first telling chuuya (by setting his car on fire), couldn't just disappear without some assurance to chuuya that he'd gone on his own, by sending a message only chuuya could understand (setting his car on fire). (chuuya says "that was you?!" when dazai references it later, but the feigned ignorance is part of their intricate rituals; how else would chuuya know to open the 1889 Petrus.)
(the omake dazai in which chuuya drunk dials dazai is especially damning: he kept the cellphone he had in the port mafia. not only that, he kept the same number, and he kept it on and charged. he got a new one too, as he tells hirotsu, sure. but he didn't get rid of the old one, and he didn't even turn it off. because, after all, what if chuuya called him?)
and then, of course, as soon as there's the slightest excuse to spill his past into his present (and now that he feels almost secure enough to do so), he can't help but go see chuuya. he didn't need to get captured to get the info he wanted on atsushi's bounty. he wanted to see him. he's wanted to see him for four years, he's thought about him every day, he misses him and his reactivity and who he is and he's both very aware of it and sooooooo mad about it.
i fully believe dazai when he tells chuuya, "I hate everything about you too." because dazai is very self aware, he's fully clocked his inability to let chuuya go. chuuya's roots in him are inextricable and dazai loves him with a ferocity that he doesn't completely believe people can feel or reciprocate, and he hates it because it's exposing and vulnerable and makes him feel like raw meat instead of an intangible, untouchable anomaly. (i.e., human, it makes him feel human, and he can't trust that feeling because he's also convinced humans can't actually love (not with any depth) least of all reciprocate his love, creating a paradoxical spiral that could be resolved if he admitted humans can in fact love how he loves, and they can even love him like that too, indicating that he is also human. but. the mental diseases). he loves everything about chuuya, and because of that, he hates everything about him too.
(whenever love and hate are this entangled, it reminds me of what aphrodite says to helen in the iliad: ‘Wretched girl, do not tease me lest in anger I forsake you and grow to hate you as much as now I terribly love you, lest I encompass you in hard hate, caught between both sides, Danaans and Trojans alike, and you wretchedly perish.’)
Can I sing this to you?
Got a thing about you
And it won't go away, no
It won't go away
It won’t go away
...
This is a love song, so what?
Did it slide into your heart? I guess not
I still want your love a whole lot
Have you heard a better song? Oh, I hope not
...
Can I sing this to you?
Got a thing about you
And it won't go away
It won't go away
And I just came to say
That it won’t go away
It won’t go away
so, dazai loves chuuya and hates him for how much he can't help but love him. but what's so special about the dazai we're introduced to, the current dazai, is how he's beginning to succumb to his love. his attachments to others were a threat, but repeatedly in bsd, he gingerly prods that threat, tentatively hoping it's a promise too. and repeatedly in bsd, he is assured that it is.
it's why he can flit back to tease chuuya, and why it didn't take much at all for him to abandon any attempt to separate who he is from his attachments in the port mafia. he came to chuuya and all but spilled his guts to say that it won't go away. that he wanted to see him, that he can't stop thinking about him, that he won't let chuuya rest either because he can't help it, and that he's stopped trying. so what?
(and no, he can't sing it to chuuya quite so explicitly, he knows what will coax chuuya and what will make chuuya violently demur; it took five flags holding chuuya at proverbial gunpoint to restrain him enough to affirm their affection for him overtly without getting slung through multiple concrete buildings.)
for me, this song encompasses a critical juncture in dazai's growth, the moment dazai began to yield to the anguish of adoring chuuya even though that meant yielding, also, to the reality that he was still himself, even after shedding his prior skin.
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So I colored that image (and added a couple of characters that were missing). Anyway, it's the full lineup of BFFs. I feel so normal about these blorbos. Thank you to @viridiandruid for running such a fun game with great characters!
[characer names credits and other info under the cut]
A)ale! my PC and the loml. Massuraman Binder. They have a minimum of three souls in their body at one time and a maximum of five. they're doing so okay right now; don't worry about it
B) Devin, an eagle ale can summon him through their armor as an ally.
C)Cpt. James Hawkins. played by @theboombardbox, spellsword/barbarian. he's missing half of his soul <3, the Hat Man is following him, and he has worms.
D) Sash played by @halfandhalfling our wich/werewolf bestie. Apparently, she's a princess of the moon, but we don't have time to unpack all of that. Also, her (adoptive) mom fucked James.
E) Fig! Sash's familear
F) Orsa, Kiri's animal companion
G) Revazi, once played by @werepaladin. a barbarian whose "grandfather" Grandfather, a red greatwyrm, has been the patron of the party since like session five.
H) Chosen, in a human-only setting, she's an elf child! She's the reincarnation of ale's greatest enemy from both of their past lives, and they're apparently destined to end each other. But for right now they're buds, and she's the adoptive daughter of Kiri.
I) Kiri, @recoveringrevenant's PC, a Spirit Shaman. The newest Pc of the BFFs, our very chaotic party's grounding force, she can see a lot of stuff going on that no one else can see, both literally and figuratively.
J) Beren, a strange teenager our party was charged with keeping safe, then promptly lost (we're working on it). The person who charged us with keeping him safe may or may not be an abloeth, allied with the red dragon previously mentioned.
K) Cloves, the horse we bought in session two or three, that was then awakened by a random druid. He was one of the oldest members of the BFFs until... recently...
L) Erina, @recoveringrevenant 's retired PC, lets us crash at her place most nights, and she was a founding member of the BFFs, so even though she's not adventuring with us anymore, she's still one of us.
M) Agamemnon, our ship's AI, he's an orb that likes to dress up as a wizard :>
N) Ajatus, a guy we threatened to get to help us, but somehow became fully one of the crew. also, we need him to drive the boat, so, a BFF it is.
O) Father Lagi, a priest whose church collapsed into a skink hole after we visited it. We offered him a job in recompense, though by some of the conversations we've had, he's pitty chill in general. Also he embezzled like all of the church's coffers, so that's funny
P) Dahlver-Nar, one of the many souls that take up residence inside of ale's body. Though he's a bit more permanent. He helps out and gives advice alongside some skick-ass powers.
Q) Naz, this is the character I forgot in the first render of this piece. she's functionally dead atm (permanently trapped inside an amber tree), but you know how it is. a character once played by @recoveringrevenant as well
R) Cousin Chet! the half-dragon half ???? freak. we love him though
S) Bailey Wick, a once stow-away, now rogue-for-hire she has the sticky fingers and high dex our party lacks. So whenever we need to infiltrate a place, we send her on those missions. Though we've recently found out she's like 19, which is horrifying lmao. She also is one of the most competent members of the BFFs only because she's the only character that consistently rolls above a 10 (like genuinely)
T) Tansu, Revazi's twin sister. Our most recent true member of the BFFs, she's.... gone through it
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AU belongs to Smeetums
Prompt: Joker and Harley acid scene
Damn this took me ages to write 😭 Also as you can probably tell I have no clue what legal court rules so if I got any of the wrong I do apologize 😅 I just know a few rules up from the Depp and Heard case last year 💪
Anyway, if you have decided to read this thank you. And if you see anything that doesn't make sense or spelling needs to be corrected plz tell me.🤝
Butcher
The room was silent
As the judge reads the court document, I couldn't help to think to myself what if he did this...He couldn't of. Could he?
He couldn't murder anybody...he doesn't even murder animals... his job is just to cuts the meat off dead animals, never to kill them.
The chair creaks; fidgeting on it in the witness booth, waiting to state my testimony and follow along with the judge. I keep my eyes away from staring at anyone, I couldn't dare end up looking at him. That cold gaze was digging into my head, scooping out my brain so I couldn't think anymore.
My mouth goes dry and the pungent bitterness in my mouth appears.
I look down and see a glass of water and the documents for the case on the desk in front of me. I take a deep breath and breath out with a shaken exhale.
Now bringing my hand out slowly to the glass, I grasp it with one hand and steadily bring it towards me, the condensation on the glass covers the palm of my hand making it even more difficult to bring to my lips. Such an easy task has been made difficult due to the fact of one anomaly among us.
I take a sip and am relieved and smoothed in this victory.
I close my eyes, breathe in, take a bigger gulp than last time and then breath out. Relished and relaxed to start this court case.
Confidently I open my eyes, feeling like I've woken up from a well-deserved nap.
Attempting to put the cup down I pause my whole demeanour.
Forgetting that I was being eyed down sends a shiver down my spine.
Uncontrollable I glared to where the defendant sat.
Now my eyes have been ripped out with the stare he gives back to me. His aura is frightening but he's completely emotionless on the outside like he's dead. Dead still.
Like his victims...
He's dissecting every fragment of my thoughts, sitting in a straightjacket and human muzzle like a crazy person. I quickly put the glass down with a thud and shake my head to try and reclaim my thoughts.
Shit...
What is he thinking? What am I thinking? Looking over at him. He isn't giving any signs of wanting to get out of here. Is he guilty? But I've worked with him this whole time how did I not know? He's a killer, A murderer, an anomaly among humans. He can't even repay his sins due to the weight of them being so graphic and unforgivable...
But he's so...
Alluring.
He just makes me want to know more about him...
What makes him do this sort of stuff?
Does it give him pleasure in doing it?
Does he not care for any of the families' victims?
His face makes me want to giggle and kick my legs on my bed
His hair looks so nice to play with...so so blue...
...
And his eyes, his half-lidded gaze upon me makes wanna explode from butterflies.
I could sense my heart begin to beat a bit faster just from these thoughts.
I couldn't help but feel my eyes wander over again towards the defendant. Although my heart was racing and my stomach was in knots, there was a certain... appeal to them. Something inside me didn't want this person to go to prison no matter the charges.
But he's a cold manipulative cannibal for fuck sake of course I want him to go to prison...
Do I?
He stares back at me; it's like having a staring contest and whoever loses dies on the spot.
My heart starts to pound in my chest trying to get out, a jolt of nerves went through me as he eventually did something I didn't expect.
He smirk.
A simple smirk made me get butterflies!? My going crazy!? What's wrong with me!?
I break eye contact for a second and start to feel my face becoming red from embarrassment. Losing the eye battle creates more tension in the atmosphere resulting in me becoming more fidgety with my hands. Gnawing on my nails, tapping my foot and playing with a strand of my hair.
My eyes are everywhere; looking at him, then looking at the members of the public, then back at him, looking at a police officer, then up at the light, then back at him...
He brings his hand up remaining eye contact, taps his nose twice and puts his finger to his lips as if to say 'You don't have to tell them' and winks at me.
Eyes widen as big as they can go. What?! He knows!? How? No... he can't know. He can't know about my tiny administration on him. Can he?
He looks around to see if anyone is watching him and finally whispers three words that make me want to curl up in a ball and never come out.
“I know everything”
My entire world freezes. How could he know? I don't think I made it noticeable and couldn't have, not when I was working at the shop with him. He was always in the back cutting all the meat...
Oh shittt...
"Miss (L/N) can you please state your testimony" the jury states
I felt the cold air of the courtroom hit me in the face as I came back to reality. I was here to give my testimony in front of a jury of strangers, and I was terrified.
As I begin my testimony, the first words that came to mind were 'Here goes nothing' - it was almost like my heart was dropping to my stomach and my mind was racing a mile a minute.
I knew what to do. I have to be as clear and concise as possible, so I took a deep breath and began...
Hello everyone. My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I'm here as a witness to testify at this trial today because I as the defendant's employee, highly doubt that he could take a life of an innocent human being—
Objection!
“Your honour if I may I believe there might be a great amount of bias within this testimony due to the fact of the two worked together.”
One of the lawyers states.
They are talking, I don't know what about... everything's a blur at the moment trying to act convincing and not too suspicious at all.
Why am I doing this...
for acknowledgement
What if I get caught? Would it be worth it??
Of course, it would
"Miss (L/N) you may proceed with your testimony."
"Thank you, as I was saying I don't think Mr Darling can be guilty due to that I am the one who is always in the kitchen preparing for the customers. This is because I have been training and wanted to test my skills, meaning Mr Darling has to be at the front counter so the shop can operate."
I continue saying why I think the defendant isn't guilty with a few objections and overruling
trying to keep as calm as I can, tapping my foot for comfort and deep unnoticeable breaths.
"This case is now on break, anyone is forbidden to speak about this outside the courtroom" The judge states
Everyone stands and walks out.
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Walking down the corridor with lunch I stumbled across a room that look decently quiet. I walk in lock the door so nobody disturbs me (thank fuck the door doesn't have windows) and dump my stuff down and pull out the chair in front of me.
But something catches my eyes immediately, something blue. A blue that I can recognize anywhere.
I look up
And find the same smirk still slapped across his face.
He's so prettier in person.
I feel my cheeks burn and my mouth opens a bit unable to speak.
"I told you so"
He says. Knowing he's smiling ear to ear with satisfaction from under the mask, at the reaction he got towards him.
He stares back at me with a knowing smirk, and my heart skips a beat. Now completely flustered and unable to respond, I just stare back at him with eyes wide with shock. I can't help but feel my attraction to him grow stronger. Suddenly, the air in the room starts to feel thick and heavy as I realize I've found myself in a situation I don't know how to handle.
I now realized that he is strapped down and can't get out. He realizes
"Come on... you know you wanna let me out"
He cuts the tension like a knife going through someone. I want to let him out. I do, but. What if...
"What's in it for me?"
I say was fake confidence. I feel like I'm going to lose my mind if I'm in the room any longer and he knows that.
"I've already given you a chance of not being guilty"
Avoiding eye contact turning my head the other way to hide my embarrassment.
"That is true,
Then I will give you anything you want..."
"Wha—"
"Only if you get me out of this thing~"
He smiles but it's hidden due to the muzzle on his face
Tempting...
Undo the jacket for him
I take a while to answer. Flustered from the interaction, I begin to bite my nails and look away from him to think.
What do I want?
"Anything?"
I blush even more at the thought of getting anything I want from this man.
"Anything~"
He repeats in a teasing way
"I—"
"Question.."
I snap my neck to look at his now dilated eyes and feel like they are pulling me into the black void. He looks as if to say your taking to long so he's taking matters into his hands. He's controlling the conversation.
"Would you die for me"
Of course, I would
"Yes....."
Breathing in and out to try to calm myself down from the abrupt question
"That's too easy~ Would you....would you live for me~"
"Yes"
His eyes drop to a more intense look...
He’s serious now
The room is getting harder to breathe
"Careful. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly.
Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power.
You want this."
"I do"
I say subconsciously
"Come on.. say it... say it... Say ittt~
He pushes, dragging out the last word
His eyes dilate even more sending a shiver down my spine
"pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty...."
"Please..."
I finish
He's gonna make me insane
Good
"aww your so... good~"
I slowly walk up to him still holding eye contact. Every step I take is a sin in itself. What am I doing? This is wrong.
But so right
I eventually get to him and start to unbuckle and focus on the straps of the jacket.
He sits on a chair and feeling his gaze piercing into me, makes me incredibly uncomfortable and I begin to sweat.
My hands tremble as I finally finish the final strap. I know that what I have just done is wrong, my heart racing as I slowly turn to face the criminal and see them staring back at me. My face turns red, and I feel myself shaking uncontrollably. I fear that I have made a terrible mistake.
I feel myself now being engulfed in his arms. Caught off guard from this action I jump a bit but eventually completely melt into his arms. Getting a bit too comfortable. So warm
"Take the mask off"
I blush from embarrassment and hide my face on his shoulder. He chuckles. I proceed to take the mask off and pull away from his embrace, dropping the mask in the process.
"I'm sor—"
Abruptly, he pulls me back into the hug, caressing my hair in his hand and putting my head on his shoulder. He turns his head to my ear, feeling his breath on it sending another shiver down my spine.
"You did so good~"
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Quiet
CW: mcyt g/t, fearplay, horror elements
// Hi! This is a new blog of mine (haven’t been on tumblr in years 💀). I’ve been stalking the mcyt g/t tag for awhile and noticed the tag was kinda dying so I’m making an appearance to fan the flames lol. I hope y’all like this story! Feel free to send asks and whatever lol //
The torch in his hand flickered, the flames dancing on the end of the stick as George gingerly made his way through the cavern he’d found himself lost in. He wasn’t planning on even going into any caves today, the original plan being to find some food to stock up on. But while he was wandering in search of animals, the sight of exposed iron tempted him. One thing led to another, and now the brit was lost. A single torch, some wooden tools, and a single piece of chicken to his name.
The sound of guttural groaning startled him, causing him to whip around and pull out his sword, putting away his torch as a result. When he realized that he covered himself in thick darkness, he scrambled to get out his torch once more. His hands shook fearfully as he looked around for his light source, and his attention was taken away from the horrible, inhuman sounds getting closer, and closer. By the time George found his torch, a green, decaying face appeared with the newfound light and charged at him. It’s dead hands grabbed at him, damaging him instantly. George screamed and tried to back up, but failed to realize that there was no passage to safety behind him, but a long drop down into the heart of the cave, right into a burning pool of lava. Before he could realize this, he lost his balance. George was falling, falling, falling… And as his body finally hit the scorching, agonizing heat of the earth’s hottest liquid, he let out one last scream of plea;
“NOOOO!”
George threw his headset across the room as the “You Died” screen appeared on his computer. He grinded his teeth in annoyance as he tossed his head back and facepalmed. That was his fifth attempt at playing Minecraft Hardcore mode today. The british gamer was determined to keep a world running until he could beat the game, but at this rate it seemed that personal challenge would take him weeks.
As he leaned forward to grab his bottle of water, he could hear footsteps sounding from down the hall. A moment later there was a knock on his door. “George? Dude? Are you good in there?”
George rolled his eyes as he stood from his chair, stretching his arms as he walked to the door to let the familiar voice inside. “Yes, Sapnap. I’m fine. Just annoyed at this stupid game.” He huffed as he met his roommate’s gaze. The American who lived with him scrunched up his face as he pushed past George to enter his room. “Uuh.. ok. Yeah, come on in I guess.” He said sarcastically, stifling an annoyed groan.
Sapnap ignored George as he walked up to the Brit’s desk, his hands on his hips as he looked around at the cluttered, trash filled space. George leaned on his wall by the door, waiting on Sapnap to turn around so he could get the hint that he didn’t want him in his room right now. But the man just shook his head as he dared to pick up a crushed can of Sprite. “How long have you been in here?” Sapnap asked, revulsion dripping from his words. George just scoffed. “Why?” He asked. Sapnap turned around to finally face him.
“Dude, me and Karl moved in with you because we thought it’d be cool to, like, hangout all the time. But as soon as that first week was up it’s like we only see you max twice a week.” George crossed his arms over his chest as he looked away from Sapnap. “What is this? Some intervention?” Sapnap shrugged as he tossed the can into the trash. “Maybe… It’s just.. There’s nothing wrong with liking games, I like them too but… you really need to take a break from your computer.”
George looked at him again. Sapnap also crossed his arms over his chest as the two stood at a standstill. Sapnap was waiting on George to say something, while George was waiting on Sapnap to leave him alone. But alas, Sapnap was a stronger man than him.
George sighed, dropping his arms to his sides. “Ok, fine. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m a little chronically online… whatever. But what else is there to do? It’s autumn, and cold, and the fun things are closed.” Sapnap raised an eyebrow and smiled. George didn’t like when he smiled like that. “What if,” Sapnap crowed, “I told you there was?”
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“A cabin. In the middle of nowhere. In Ohio. THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF SOMETHING FUN TO DO?!?!”
George threw his hands up over his head as Sapnap loaded the last bag into the car. The American laughed as the taller American, Karl, put a comforting hand on George’s back. “Awww come on, George! It’ll be just like camping! But with electricity, and we won’t have to sleep in a tent! And there’s plumbing!” He exclaimed, his face lit up with excitement that even George couldn’t stay mad at. But he could be annoyed with it. The brit crossed his arms as he glared at Sapnap, who was playing with the car keys. The brunette laughed as he shrugged. “Come on, George. It’s only for a week.” He chuckled.
George looked back at their Floridan home with sadness, but Karl’s stupid smile and tight half-hug ultimately had George groaning and walking towards Sapnap’s car. “Fine. But I’m riding shotgun.” He declared. “Nope! Already called it!” Karl giggled as he ran ahead of George and tussled with him for the front seat.
Whatever. Maybe Sapnap and Karl were right. Maybe this little no-internet getaway will be fun.
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Even after about 14 and a half hours, George couldn’t say he was having the time of his life. Save for a few fun singing moments, pit stops, and funny stories between the men, the road trip was very long, and very tiring. Maybe it was a good thing that George sat in the back for most of the trip, because Karl got so carsick that they had to pull over on a busy highway so he could throw up. Twice.
George was napping in the backseat when he felt the car come to a stop. This wouldn’t normally make him stir, but the sound of a car door opening definitely peaked his interest enough for him to open an eye. “Wake up, George. We’re at the check-in.” Karl reached back and shook George’s shoulder gently. The Brit yawned and sat up, shrugging Karl’s hand off of him. ”Do we have to go in?” He groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Well you don’t have to, but I have to pee.” He snickered. George, not wanting to sit alone in the car, followed Karl into the old, antique-looking check-in cabin. As George looked around the outside, he realized just how isolated this place was. The trees were huge, nearly comically so. The branches and leaves were wild and thick, blocking a lot of the setting sun’s light from getting through. He was half asleep while Sapnap and Karl were talking earlier, but he’s pretty sure he heard Sapnap mention the nearest general store was a half hour drive away from their cabin.
The bell above the door let out a ring as Karl and George entered the room. It was smaller than what he expected. The lighting was dim. It didn’t help that all the windows were shut with the curtains pulled tight. There was a rack with magazines and pamphlets on one side of the room, with some seating on the other. The check-in desk was right in the middle. An elderly lady sat behind it, talking with Sapnap. She couldn’t have been younger than 70. “Hi, ma’am,” Karl began, “I was just looking for-“
“For the bathroom?” She sent him a knowing smile. “You wan’ go down that hall, second door on th’ left. I ain’t cleaned it since last week, so I hope you ain’t no germaphobe.” Karl smiled at her, nodding a thanks before heading down the hall. She turned back to Sapnap and handed him a key. “As I was sayin’, This opens th’ front door, back door, and top floor porch. Y’all got the best cabin I can offer ya. I only hope it suits y’all tropical boys nicely.” Sapnap laughed as he jingled the keys in his hand. “Thank you! I’m sure it will.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of money. Rich bastard. “This should be what I owe you.” The lady reached forward and counted the cash with boney fingers. She hummed after a moment and looked up at Sapnap. “You’re off by twenty.” She said. Sapnap frowned and counted the cash on the counter. Cursing under his breath, he excused himself to look for more in the car. The bell above the door ringed as he jogged to the car.
George, not wanting to initiate conversation, turned to the pamphlets and pretended to browse. A still silence filled the room for a few long moments. “Have you ever been campin’?” The lady’s voice suddenly sounded, mildly startling George. He didn’t turn to her as he replied, “No, I haven’t.” He could hear her shift in her chair. “I could tell.” The southern drawl in her voice was both comforting and odd. George stayed quiet.
Suddenly it was as if a large gust of wind came out of no where, and caused the trees from outside to shift. The sound of branches scraping against each other and leaves rustling was a loud juxtaposition to the calm quietness a mere moment before. It wouldn’t have been strange, if it weren’t for the fact that George couldn’t hear any wind. Just rustling. George turned his head to a closed window and narrowed his eyes. He waited for it to stop but it didn’t. It sounded like it was getting closer, if anything. A weird, sudden wave of overwhelming curiosity came over the brit as he walked closer to the window. The rustling got louder. George reached out to move the curtain, when a cold hand suddenly seized his wrist, and with shocking strength, held him back.
“Don’t.” The lady whispered. When George dared to look at her face he was met with eyes full of terror. The rustling from outside stopped. Her hand shook as she held onto George, her grip never loosening, as if she was holding him for comfort. After a stunned second George pulled his arm away and stood back. “What the heck is wrong with you?” He let out, surprised at his own confrontational tone. The lady just shushed him as she inched closer to the window. “It heard you arrive.”
George felt his heart sink in an impending doom type of feeling. “What are you talking about?” What could be big enough to make those noises? Bears? He didn’t think there were bears in Ohio. And even if there were, would it be such a scary event of one appearing, that the lady who lived here would react in such a way?
Her eyes remained glued to George as the two stood in uncomfortable silence. After a minute, she let out a breath. She must’ve been holding it. When George sighed, he realized he’d been as well.
“It wants me to open th’ curtains.” She stuttered, walking back behind the counter. “It wants to see you.” George’s mouth was open in a silent shock. “Listen to me, boy. No matter how loud the trees talk, no matter how much you feel watched, no matter what you see, you can never, ever go out there alone. Never. Those who go into the woods alone don’t never ever come back home the same. Do you understand me, boy?”
“I-“ George’s voice faltered. “I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, BOY?!” She shouted.
Suddenly, a door opened from down the hall, and Karl walked out. His face was pale, and if George knew Karl, then Karl had definitely been in there puking the whole time. Thanks a lot Karl. The taller man looked at the lady with confusion as he put himself between her and George. A bell ringing caused George to whip his head around to look at the opening door. Deep down he wanted to shout “Close the door!” But, not wanting to seem crazy, he bit his tongue. Sapnap paused at the door, a wad of five dollar bills in his hand as he looked at the scene before him.
“Uhh..I found twenty dollars..”
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“Ok… you’re gonna have to start over. What about trees talking, now?”
George frowned at the back of Sapnap’s head as he growled in frustration. “How many times do I have to explain, guys?! The trees started rustling, so I went to open the window and she went crazy! She said there’s was something out there and it wanted to watch us.” His voice was strained as he tried to explain the best he could, but honestly he was still shaken up from the experience. Despite that, here they were, back in the car and driving towards the cabin.
Sapnap shot Karl a look of worry, but the other just looked back at George with sympathy. “Dude she was… old. She’s just some crazy old lady living alone in the woods. There probably wasn’t even any rustling! I didn’t hear-“ George cut him off. “No, no. You can say she’s crazy all you want but I heard the rustling, and I’m not crazy.” He looked at Sapnap once more. “You were literally outside, Sapnap. Tell me you heard it!” Karl looked at Sapnap now, and the driver seemed to zone out in thought for a moment, before shaking his head and replying, “I heard the wind making the leaves shake, George.” To that George fell back in the seat and stared at the top of the car. “George.. dont let some crazy old woman get you superstitious. We’re here to have fun, remember?” Karl looked back at George, waiting for a reply. “Ok. Yeah.” George muttered, clearing his throat. “You guys are probably right.” He sat up again and Karl smiled at him. The boy turned back around and began playing with the radio as he and Sapnap argued over what station to play.
George looked out the window and tuned them out with his own thoughts. He was being too paranoid. That lady lived alone for probably years, in the middle of what could’ve been the creepiest woods in the country. Of course she was out of her mind. Who wouldn’t be? He shouldn’t dwell on it.
But as the car began to lose its connection to the radio, and the silence of the woods began to pour into the car, and what little light there was left of the sunset faded.. George couldn’t help but think about what she said. The woman never said the thing…whatever it was…wasn’t trying to see them…
But that it was trying to see him.
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“Holy moly! Would you look at the size of that!” Karl beamed as he shoved his head out of the window. George leaned up to look at the cabin through the front window as Sapnap rolled up into the driveway. “I told you guys I got us the best of the best.” Sapnap said, pride swelling in his tone. “Don’t get too cocky, we haven’t even seen the inside.” George said. But he had to admit that it was nice. It was a two-story wooden cabin with beautifully elegant architecture. The bright lights already on from inside the building was a comforting sight, especially since it got dark fast. Sapnap just scoffed playfully as he put the car in park and got out.
They grabbed what bags they could carry and headed inside. Sapnap unlocked the door and led them inside. George gasped and Karl all but screamed. Inside was the largest living room ever with the nicest, renovated kitchen George had seen in awhile, all underneath a beautiful glass skylight, that allowed them to see not only the second floor, but the sky as well. He didn’t expect something this nice to be in a place like this, owned by a woman like that. He could see doors that led to different rooms as well as a staircase that led upstairs to what apparently was the game room. Sapnap’s been talking about playing pool since they started this vacation.
“Alright. How about we get the rest of our bags in and head to bed? It’s late.” Karl suggested, wiping a bead of sweat off of his forehead, mumbling briefly about the heat as he dropped his bags where he stood. The other two agreed and dropped their bags as well, heading back to the car to get the rest of their things.
As they walked back to the car, George took a moment to look out into the dark surroundings. He’d never lived anywhere remote before. His whole life, even back in England, he’d lived in the city. The lights never went dark there, and he liked that. It beat going outside at night to take out the trash and not being able to see anything around you.
As he stared into the seemingly endless blackness, he couldn’t stop his mind from thinking back to the old lady. He wanted to believe she was crazy and move on, he really did, but she just seemed so… scared. All of her windows were shut and covered. Not just one, but all of them. As creepy as the woods were, they were also pleasant to look at in the day. Why would she, someone who chose to live in them, cover all the ways of seeing them unless she was truly terrified of something out there. Something watching her. George’s eyes were looking around. He felt like he didn’t have control over his wandering gaze as he scanned the edge of the trees.
He was about to turn his head away when he saw a heap of shadows rapidly retreat into the trees.
George froze. His heart stopped in his chest and his breath hitched. He fixed on the spot where the darkness was and the trees began, his eyes stuck open, fearful that if they were to close that he’d miss something. He stared at the spot with alarming stillness. What was that? Whatever it was, it was big enough to even overshadow the large trees. George gulped as he could faintly hear something. Shifting. Rustling. Like the wind was lightly blowing the branches once more, but George felt no gusts of air hit his sweaty skin. And yet…
“George! Dude! Come on, there’s only a few more bags in there.” The sound of Sapnap’s voice forced George out of his trance, and he dared to turn his head away from the trees to look at him. Sapnap gave George a questioning gaze. George glanced back at the trees momentarily. Nothing. Not even a sound. He turned back and cleared his throat. “Never been in the woods before.” He said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “It’s weird out here.” He said, forcing a smile. Sapnap and Karl already thought he was freaking out, he didn’t need to make them think it was worse. “Well you can daydream all you want after you get the last bags.” Sapnap walked back inside the cabin, following Karl. George heaved a sigh as he buried his face in his palms. He had to get himself together. He was getting too paranoid. She was just a crazy old lady.
There was nothing out there.
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“Dude! Ow, don’t splash me! That water is hot, what the heck is wrong with you?!” Karl complained as he ducked for cover behind a chair as George and Sapnap laughed, trying to splash the boy with the water from the hot tub. They did invite Karl to get in, but the boy refused, opting to just sit outside and talk with them instead. He claimed it was already warm outside, but the other two called him crazy since it was literally 50°F.
It’s been three days since they arrived at the cabin. And honestly, it has been some of the best fun George has had in awhile. Despite George’s hesitance, they went out and explored the woods the first day. It was so beautiful, that not even George’s paranoia kept him from enjoying himself. And not to mention that they didn’t hear or see anything, and no rustling happened without the wind’s help. The forest was quiet, and tranquil, not even the sounds of birds or other rodents could be heard. The second day they all played pool, which George lost pitifully at. He felt annoyed, but it was all in good fun. They even made chicken (that they brought from home). It was honestly delicious, and at that point George wasn’t even thinking about the occurrence at the check-in cabin. And now here they were, the night of the third day, having the time of their lives on the second floor porch. No rustling, or scary wilderness noises to be heard. Just the comforting laughter of his best friends. George honestly felt embarrassed that he was so worked up the other day. A monster in the woods! How stupid.
“Well, what’d I tell you, George? I told you that we’d have fun!” Sapnap gloated, sitting back in the hot tub, relaxing. George rolled his eyes endearingly. “Fine, okay, you were right. I really needed to get out of my room. Thanks, Sap.” Sapnap over-exaggeratingly placed a hand on his heart and open his mouth in shock. He could hear Karl laughing softly as well. “George? Giving me a compliment? Maybe this place is haunted by the scary woods monster!” George replied by splashing him right in the face. Sapnap laughed as he spit out the water that’d gotten into his mouth.
“How are you guys still in there? It’s so hot out..” George and Sapnap looked over to Karl. He was sitting on one of the stools and was facing the two men in the hot tub. He was wearing a muscle shirt and basketball shorts. And even though the wind wasn’t blowing tonight, it was still freezing. George was about to reply with a snarky response, when Sapnap spoke over him. “Karl? Are you ok?” George glanced at Sapnap before looking back at Karl. Now that he actually took a moment to study his face.. he could tell something was wrong.
Karl’s face was red. And not just a normal red, but red red. Scarlet red. His eyes were drooping, not like he was tired but like he was forcing himself to stay conscious. He was slouching. He looked like he was on the brink of death. “I’m fine, just a little hot.” He said meagerly. At this, Sapnap hopped out of the tub and went to his side, an arm wrapped around him as he felt the boy’s forehead. “Jesus Karl! You’re scorching hot!” He exclaimed. Sapnap moved Karl from the chair, the boy only letting a weak groan of protest but not being able to resist much more by the looks of it. George was out of the tub by then, a towel around his green trunks as he hovered nearby. “George, go get my car keys. I’m taking him to the hospital.” Sapnap ordered. He didn’t have to tell George twice, the Brit was flying down the stairs and to the bar where the car keys were, running outside and starting the car.
Sapnap and Karl walked outside not a minute later, Karl using Sapnap as a support as he walked with shaky knees. As he watched them walk towards the car, he realized that the boy had probably been sick since the start of their trip, and just blamed it on car sickness. George felt a twinge of guilt for not noticing his friend’s true condition.
Sapnap and George helped Karl into the backseat and Sapnap went to get in the driver’s side. As George opened the passenger door, Sapnap stopped him. “No, George. You stay here. We’ll be back before morning.” The Brit froze at his friend’s words. He stared at him dumbfoundedly before shaking his head. “What? No! I’m not staying here alone!” Sapnap’s expression was now that of agitation. “For Christ’s sake, George. I think Karl being a million degrees and nauseous is a little more important than you’re stupid paranoia.” George flinched, and Sapnap’s face softened slightly. “We can’t leave our shit alone out here. Our credit cards are in there and our phones are in there, not to mention our clothes. The hospital is, like, an hour away. We’ll be back by the morning.” His tone was full of reassurance, but was still on edge. George opened his mouth to fire back, but the sound of Karl puking in the back seat shut him up. He shut the passenger door and stood back from the car, his arms crossing over his exposed chest as Sapnap started the car and drove off, leaving George alone.
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The most logical thing to do is sleep until morning. He’ll wake up to the sound of Sapnap’s car pulling into the driveway, and be greeted by him and a better-looking Karl and he’ll laugh at how scared he was to be alone in the cabin.
And yet, here he lay, three hours later, wide awake.
He took a shower, put on his favorite grey sweatpants and his best blue sweatshirt, and immediately scurried to get into bed. He thought as long as the hall light was on, the doors were locked, and his window curtains were drawn, he’d be able to fall gracefully into sleep. Boy, was he wrong.
George turned over on his side, the blanket hugged tightly in his arms, eyes wide open. All three men had their own room, and they slept alone every night, so it wasn’t like sleeping alone was the thing scaring George. He was scared because if he heard something or, God forbid, saw something, there’d be nobody around for him to run to. The closest person to him was the old lady, and the check-in cabin was at least a 45 minute walk, and anything further than that being more than a two hour walk. He inhaled a shaky breath as his heart pounded in his chest. He was hyper focused on listening to anything that sounded from the outdoors. Thankfully, he could hear nothing.
Eventually George decided to sit up in the bed. He leaned over to the night stand and opened the drawer, looking for a book or magazine to keep him occupied. A disappointed look appeared on his face when all he was met with was a dust ball.
The Brit was going to try and go to sleep again, but thirst nagged at his dry mouth. He usually got water before bed, but tonight he was just too distracted.
As he stood up and walked to his bedroom door, he felt his body hesitate to go any further. The curtains in his room were shut, but the rest of the house had their windows wide open and ready to be looked into by any terrifying monster. He again thought of the old lady. All of her windows were blocked off, and she grew frantic at the idea of opening them, even an inch. George’s breath was shaky as he peered out of his door. It led straight to the kitchen so at least he didn’t have to make a scary walk down a dark hallway. He glanced at all the windows in the big room, and was relieved to see no inhuman monstrosities looking back.
Gingerly, George walked out into the kitchen and began looking for the cabinet with the cups. He checked all the windows again before he found a mug and walked over to the sink. He turned on the water and watched his mug fill up.
It was quiet.
The woods should be full of crickets, toads, and other activity but… it was quiet. Like mother nature was holding her breath. The only sound was the faucet running. George felt weird. Like, he was doing something wrong. Or was somewhere wrong. It was uncanny. And now that he thought of it, it felt this way in the woods the other day. Maybe he was subconsciously distracting himself with banter among his friends, but deep down…he knew something was wrong. The woods were quiet. Not in a peaceful way, but in a wrong way. Yesterday they stayed inside, but what George thought was the feeling of agitation from losing pool over and over, was starting to feel like how he felt now. Yeah, he was annoyed. But he was also ever so slightly keep his eye on the large, open windows surrounding them on every side. It was hard to describe what he was feeling. He could beat out it as something primal in him trying to take over his mind and make him run and hide in a little hole.
He realized his cup was overflowed and turned off the sink, drinking the water down as he leaned against the counter.
George’s brows furrowed. It didn’t make sense. He shouldn’t be so worked up, he shouldn’t have cold chills running down his arms and spine. He shouldn’t be working up a cold sweat, his heart shouldn’t be beating this fast, he had no reason to be scared. She was a crazy old woman. George wasn’t superstitious, he didn’t even believe in ghosts. Why, why was he so worked up? It’s like everywhere he went, something was watching him. But how? He checked every single window. The ones by the front door, the ones beside him, the grand ones to behind him. He checked every single window! There was no way, he was being watched.
George took a drink, and froze, the mug sitting by his lips. His heart stopped, his chills went still on his body, and his mind went numb.
He checked every single window, except one.
George’s body shook with anxiety. That primal feeling of raw fear filled his veins as he tilted his chin up.
The ceiling skylight.
He looked up to the glass ceiling and felt his entire existence shatter. He couldn’t conjure a though, no less a scream.
Looking back at him were two glowing green eyes, empty of light, empty of human emotion, focused on nothing but him, completely centered on every micro movement George was making. He shuddered as the thing seemed to perk up at George finally seeing it, as if it were saying, “Finally, what took you so long?”
Either it was too dark to see the rest of its features, or he didn’t look long enough, but the two green eyes was all he needed to see to get the hell out of that room.
Finally, after days, George let himself scream. He screamed with all his being, screamed so loud that he felt his vocal chords shake. He sprinted as fast as he could back to his room and slammed the door behind him. He heard the monster make a sound, it sounds like a bear growling, as he could literally feel the house shift under its weight, like it was trying to find George from the skylight.
The Brit was hyperventilating, he went for his phone but it had no service. He cursed loudly as he threw it on the bed.
Suddenly he could hear what he feared most, glass shattering. He heard it shatter and fall on the ground, and now he could hear the monster more clearly. It was animalistic sounds like he’d never heard of. Weird growling that he could only affiliate to a large bear or lion, but much deeper, much more evil.
George backed himself against the farthest wall as his body shook, literally shook, with panic. Rummaging could be heard from the other room, and George felt like being sick when he realized that it could only be the monster reaching it’s hand inside to feel around for him.
George looked around his room, trying to come up with a plan. He couldn’t hide in here, it could tear down the wall and grab him and he’d be dead.
His eyes flicked over to the largest window he had. He could run. He walked over to it and opened the curtains, peering out at the eerie darkness with a pit in his chest. It would expect him to stay in the house. If he ran, it wouldn’t expect it.
George opened the window but paused before he jumped out. He looked back at the bed and grabbed his phone, turning on the flashlight. He stared out the window once more, beginning to rethink his spontaneous idea before he heard a loud thump hit against his door, and the monster make a horrible sound of knowing.
He didn’t give it a chance to tear down his wall before jumping out of the window and sprinting full force into the thick dark. Alone.
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It was 4 am. The slightest hints of light were beginning to show, and George hadn’t slept a wink. Ever since he jumped out of the window, he’d been on the move. He stayed in the general vicinity of the woods edge, because the last thing he wanted was to get lost in the monster’s territory. He was exhausted,. Physically, mentally, emotionally, instinctively. He wanted to pass out, to let sleep take over, to rest. But he couldn’t.
A few hours ago he dared to look back at the cabin to find that the monster wasn’t leaning over it anymore. And ever since then, George had been making sure to never keep looking in one direction for too long.
Part of him wanted it to turn out that he was crazy, that he hallucinated the whole thing. Because ever since he jumped out of the window, he hadn’t seen it at all. Surely it would’ve been chasing him by now? If it wasn’t, then was it real at all?
But then the silence filled his ears, and that was enough to reassure him that he wasn’t alone.
It was looking for him.
George decided to stay put at the forest edge behind the cabin, where he could see the driveway incase Sapnap decided to make an appearance. He was tired, and was hyper focusing on the sounds around him.
If he just would’ve came out of his room, if he just spent more time with his friends, none of this would’ve happened. Sapnap wouldn’t have done this to try and make George socialize. Was this his punishment for being a bad friend? Was this the price to pay for being an ungrateful prick? George couldn’t help but curl up into himself. Sapnap and Karl won’t be back for hours. They won’t be back until it’s too late, and they’ll come inside and see what happened and think he went crazy. Sapnap will blame himself and Karl will too. Why did it have to turn out this way? Why him? Why?
A car could be heard in the distance.
George lifted his head from his knees and looked bewildered at the driveway. A familiar black car pulled into the long driveway, a comforting yellow light coming off of the headlights. They were home. They were home! He did it! He beat the fucking monster!
George stood, his body shaking as he balanced his exhausted body on the trees beside him. He opened his mouth to yell, but he was cut off.
The trees behind him rustled.
And the air was still.
George had his phone in his hands, and as he turned around he shined the flashlight up, and up, and up….
And two lifeless, inhuman, green eyes met the shine of his light.
George stumbled back, falling over. But what he didn’t know was that the space behind him wasn’t a safe field of open yard, but the hand of the monster, sitting in wait for George to fall right into it.
George gasped and violently writhed as fingers quickly wrapped around his form, he whined in fear as he tried with what little energy he had left to squeeze out of the cold hands that had him trapped.
And as the monster stood up, George let out one last scream of plea;
“NOOOOO!”
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part two? maybe 👀
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Reality Trip rewrite, but Wes Weston finally exposes Danny which leads to the manhunt for Danny.
Freakshow fight in the stadium happens, but Danny, whose rings only appear rather than fully outing him, gets tazed by Wes at the exact wrong moment ("he's weak to electricity, so if I taze him at the right moment, the truth will finally be out."). When the students rush the stage after Wes' victorious shout and the GIW arrive, intent on arresting Danny, Lancer sprints onto the stage, grabs Danny and then leaps into the crowd, followed by Sam and Tucker.
The GIW arrest Wes for not telling them about, "the Ecto-entity known as Phantom," sooner. Wes happily tells them everything about Danny, certain that they'll see Danny is doing the right thing, but is instead charged with obstruction of justice, interfering with a Federal investigation, and thrown in a holding cell until they can catch Danny.
Freakshow, having escaped dramatically, watches the reveal with glee, and happily captures the parents of the trio for ransom. His TV broadcast features the execution via overshadowing (suicide) of Mr Manson, Foley, and Dr. Jack Fenton. "If you want to see your mothers alive, you'll bring me my gems; and just to keep things dramatic. You have three days."
Sam and Tucker didn't make it off the Fenton Jet, leaving Danny striving for the gems and the gauntlet all by himself.
Wes gets to watch every detail of the hunt for Phantom from the inside of his GIW cell, they've courteously provided him with a TV, with only the 24hr news stations, and a look into their operation to catch Phantom. Just in case he wants to join them some day...after they jailed him and charged him with obstruction. To his horror, everything is going wrong: Mr. Lancer was arrested for harboring a fugitive, the students of Casper High are all incarcerated pending, "cleansing," of ectoplasmic contamination, Amity Park is under quarantine and martial law, and it's all Wes' fault.
Danny doesn't wait for Freakshow to speak before attacking him; he has one chance to fix everything and that's with the Reality Gauntlet. Lydia, for all her animated tattoos, fell to his ghostly wail, powered by grief.
When Wes heard Danny's grieving wail, he cried--he was only fourteen, it happened--because that was all Wes' fault. He thought exposing Danny would make everything better, the truth never hurt anybody...anybody except everybody in Wes' life.
Danny didn't trick Freakshow into turning himself into a ghost, Danny drove his fist through Freakshow's heart and tore his head off. "Don't mess with my family," and then Danny cried. His tears shook from his face as he began to vibrate with anger. Danny tore the glove from Freakshow's dead arm and shoved his own arm into the bloodied gauntlet, then he opened the thermos at his hip and carefully slotted each stone into its rightful slot, "Wes."
Wes disappeared from the holding cell to the screaming of the alarms and appeared in a field halfway across the country in front of Danny.
"You- you- you...YOU!" Danny fumed
Tears silently ran down Wes' face, "Me. I'm so-"
"Don't! Do you- they're all-" The temperature plummeted and Danny's hair began to whip violently, "THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED!"
Wes's puffy eyes narrowed as he screamed, "NO!" His voice cracked, "It's not..." Wes sobbed, "I- I- I..."
Danny fell to his knees, the temperature rose, and his white hair calmed as though violent winds had faded to a gentle breeze. Wes and Danny knelt in the grass, grieving for the people they lost.
Wes' eyes widened and his head snapped to look at Danny, "You can fix this. You can fix everything."
Danny snorted, sending green snot from his nose, "Not that kind of ghost."
Wes rolled his eyes, "You have the Reality Gauntlet."
"Oh. Right," Danny focused on the power latched onto his arm, "I want everything to go back to how it wa-"
"I want- need to remember."
"But I want only Wes, Sam, Tucker, and myself to remember what happened," the gems of the gauntlet glowed, and the world changed.
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Not a full thought, but I figured I'd show a little of it. Anyways, just was thinking about that and realized Reality Trip, with a few minor changes, can be a good way to get Wes to both succeed and realize he's in the wrong.
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Okay but please consider:
The Black Phone supernatural (creatures not the show) AU.
Robin is a witch who also practices Santeria. Finney and Gwen are both banshees, just like their mother, Billy is a misse, Bruce is a vampire and both Griffin and Vance are werewolves.
So, Bruce was bitten by a vampire as a kid and was pretty much horrified. He knew that he would stop aging and become a full immortal vampire as soon as he drank human blood so he was essentially starving himself to death. That’s when he meets Vance, a born werewolf (his dad was a werewolf as well, and abandoned his mother when Vance was younger) who offers his own blood instead. Since Vance is not human, and therefore has no human blood, Bruce never becomes immortal and ages normally, but he is weaker than a full vampire would be.
Robin learned Santeria from his grandmother and European witchcraft from his aunt (who married into the family). He rarely uses it for his own benefit, only doing routine rites and acts of worship. He does however, use it shamelessly to protect his friends and punish those who have hurt those he loves. He helped Finney and Gwen figure out their newfound banshee abilities.
Finney and Gwen thought that they were human for a really long time. They knew Robin was a witch, and he even taught them some basic tarot/protection stuff. They discovered they weren’t human when Finney was kidnapped by the Grabber, who had been on a killing spree across the country for years. Finney had been his first victim in Denver and his last victim in life. All the Grabber’s past victims helped him to survive naughty boy. In the end he let out a scream so loud, the Grabber’s eyes and ears bled and the glass windows shattered. While Gwen’s visions are clearer, Finney is better at talking to the dead. He’s also the only one that can do the banshee scream.
Billy is a nisse, a household protector. If you have watched Hilda, please imagine Tontu. Much like him, Billy can teleport using the “empty spaces” inside households and for years it was the secret of how he was the fastest paperboy in town. He loves animals, winter and warm fireplaces, but has once or twice caused mayhem in the houses of people who were rude to him or his friends.
Vance is a born werewolf, the most knowledgeable one of the supernatural in the group safe maybe from Robin. His mother knew about it and did her best to help him during the full moons. He absolutely sees the other boys as “pack” and became very protective of them over the years.
Griffin was turned by a rogue werewolf, without his consent. Vance immediately took him under his wing, helping him with his shifts, and keeping him safe from hunters.
Some extra stuff
Finney creeps everyone out. He has those big, scary eyes of his that look like they can see through your soul and he knows just a bit too much to be comfortable. Even his friends get unsettled by him sometimes.
Gwen specializes in divination. She learns everything from tarot to flame reading. She’s almost never wrong and fully uses it to her advantage. She knows gossip weeks before it happens.
Billy’s eyes reflect light in the dark like a cat. During a sleepover, he scared the shit out of Vance with them.
Everyone learned how to cook porridge for him as well. He eats it with butter.
While not sleeping in a coffin, Bruce does sleep about once a week in a wooden box packed with native soil.
Vance often picks Griffin up by the scruff of the neck. He also tends to just rest a hand there when he’s around Griffin or anyone smaller than him.
Robin braids protection spells into his, Gwen’s and Vance’s hair.
Everyone gets a witch bottle from Robin.
Full moons are a full group event. They stick around Vance and Griffin to make sure that wont hurt anyone or themselves and Robin does a lot of spell work/ tool charging during this time. Gwen also does full moon tarot reading for everyone every time.
If Finney gets too emotional, the timbre of his voice begins to shift to a banshee scream.
When he cries it always sound like wails as well.
When she gets older, Gwen starts getting white hairs very early. By the time she’s 20, almost half her hair is silver, just like her mother’s.
Bruce has to wear SPF 100 sunscreen and sunglasses most of the time. If not, he has a baseball cap.
Griffin can’t use any type of scented shampoo or body wash because of his very sensitive nose. He ends up using a lot of baby products.
According to Bruce, Finney’s blood tastes like “it’s beginning to rot”
Bruce, Finney and Gwen are always cold.
Vance and Griffin are always a little too warm.
Robin is almost always barefoot, unless he’s at school.
Billy, if left alone in a room, will always snuggle in between two pieces of furniture, or the small space in between the bed and the wall.
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eddie’s pizza delivery
hello silent hill fans today i wrote a SH2 fanfic as a joke but then it became legit
thanks @devil-hunter-kage @rosycheekedcutie for helping with the concept and artwork LMAO
how the heck did eddie get pizza in silent hill??? he called a delivery, obviously!
here's what went down.
cw: guns, minor violence
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"this is domino's pizza, how can i help you?"
"yeah, i'd like a large meat lovers pizza for delivery at pete's bowl-o-rama in silent hill." when i heard that name 'silent hill'... i know i've heard it somewhere before...
"okay, will that be cash or card?"
"cash."
"alright, that'll be $14.96. delivery will take approximately 45 minutes. have a nice night!" and that... was only the beginning of my night.
about 15 minutes passed, "i'm headed out for my delivery!"
"okay, stay safe!"
i wish i had taken my peer's warning to heart, as i had no idea what was awaiting me... in silent hill.
as i was approaching my destination, fear struck my heart.
what's with all the fog... the roads... the trees... they were all dead and just... a wreck.
then it came to me... silent hill- i've heard of it. it's that infamous ghost town! that one that's supposed to have a "curse" upon it.
the fear within me then crashed upon my stomach. what was i going to do? i can't go back now... i've already come this far. the "curse" can't be real, can it? it's all just an old wives' tale, right?
and then... i reached the dead end. there it was in front of me; the big sign that said "welcome to silent hill".
there were no other options but for me to step out of my car and walk the rest of the way.
i looked down at my phone's GPS... the bowling alley was on the other side of town! and i had thought my anxiety couldn't get any worse...
i took a deep breath... or maybe a few.
grabbing the carrying bag, i stepped out of the car. the cool fog sent a chill down my spine.
maybe if i tried to get through quickly it wouldn't be so bad...? and so i began to sprint my way through.
i was next to a pier... at least i could enjoy the view from the lake. the fog over-top the lake was chilling but... beautiful, in a way. i could even see a bit of what looked like a theme park in the distance; i wondered what the history behind it was. the "curse" just had to be a wives' tale!
but i was brought out of my thoughts as i heard noise in the distance. i froze in place. there it was again. i began to run as i feared i was now being chased. by what? who knows.
now in town, i thought it'd be best for me to run inside the nearest building. i slammed the door behind me and searched for any kind of weight to place in front of it. a chair... well, whatever. it was something, as i needed breath.
after regaining myself, i looked up and around me. i needed something to defend myself if there were wild animals around. unfortunately, the bar didn't have anything, but i'll keep an eye out.
it was time i leave the bar. i took more deep breaths before removing the chair and stepping out... and then running! i thought the animal had run off but... i was only greeted by even more! but wait... those weren't animals... they... were like monsters! creatures that resembled dogs but with two heads... weird fusions between bats and pterodactyls... and a jumbled mess of human legs? what was i even looking at?! this was my sign to run even faster. but it was also their sign to chase equally as fast.
the "pterodactyl" swooped in at me... it knocked me to the ground and quickly charged in toward my face...
but then i heard a gun shot, knocking it out of the sky. the other monsters' focus was shifted toward whoever it was that saved me. shaking, i analyzed my injury; luckily, it was only mild. more gun shots went off, scaring the other creatures away. after, the person walked over to help me up.
"you need to be more careful"
"ah... yeah. i know..."
he held a hand out to pull me up, "i'm james sunderland. what's someone like you doing in silent hill?"
"oh, uh... i had a delivery in town." i picked up the pizza carrying bag.
"in silent hill?" james looked extremely confused.
"i... didn't know about this town until i actually got here. i tried to find something to defend with but... found nothing."
"where are you headed for your delivery?"
"uh..." i had to glance down at my phone for the name, "pete's bowl-o-rama..."
"luckily, it's not much further from here. right... over... there." he pointed at the building.
"thanks. good luck, james."
he nodded, "same for you." and we headed our separate ways.
i kept sprinting. not much further, not much further! i had to keep reminding myself. when i heard noises, the sprint shifted to a run. not much further!
and there my destination was, its name on a big sign like from the 1950s.
i peeked through the door, "hello, anyone call for a pizza delivery?"
i saw someone sitting at a table; they looked like they were asleep or... even worse. so i stepped through the door.
i approached slowly, sitting the pizza on the table, "excuse me? we've got a delivery."
he jumped awake, "huh?! oh! finally, the pizza!" thank god he was alive!
"um... that'll be $14.96, sir."
"huh? did you look at me weird?" he glanced at me, raising an eyebrow.
"no, sir, i need your payment." my voice softened with anxiety.
he stood above me- he had a gun in his hand, "are you trying to bully me?!?! I'LL KILL YOU TOO!"
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What is with the main cast of boruto and dads. Like Boruto, Sarada, Mitsuki (his parent not dad lol.), Sumire, and Kawaki.
This isn’t saying that all their dads are terrible but more like they either had a problem with their dads or their dads are really odd.
Now before you get started with Boruto there’s like nothing wrong with Naruto he is a great dad like 10/10 but it’s just the fact that Boruto resented him for being absent for like a good bit of the series. Even though I don’t agree with Boruto im not going to hold it against him cause it’s not that deep bro srsly.
Then Sasuke bro he literally decided he was gonna dip for ten years and not say a word to his daughter then wanna be shocked when she brings a bento box for Naruto because “he forgot it” but in reality it was just to see him. This isn’t necessarily Sasuke slander but I just feel like he could’ve written to her every now and then with that hawk or something cause Naruto said he can’t charge his devices often. I could go on and on and make this whole thing about that arc and how I felt about it but I’ll save that for another time.
Now there’s nothing wrong with orochimaru when it comes to parenting (that I can remember it’s been a while since I’ve watched it) it’s just the fact that it’s orochimaru . I might have more to add to this after I finish rewatching but for now this is all I have to say really.
Sumire’s dad literally sealed a monster inside her and left his own child with the task of destroying an entire village and leaving her to have to live with killing hundreds of people. That is so sick bro like what kind of father are you bro and ofc danzo was involved am i shocked??? No.
Then Kawakis dad would constantly belittle his son and insult him and telling him he was worthless. He would hurt his own son too and he was a bum drunkard. And I kid you not this broke ass man literally sold his own child for money like what.
Out of this whole list honestly the only dads genuinely I dislike are Kawaki’s and Sumire’s
Cause my bae Naruto was just a single mom who works too hard who loves her kids and never stops. (Y’all ik he has hinata bae taking care of those rugrats I just wanted to quote Reba)He just didn’t have time and Boruto didn’t understand that but he learned so he good now ig??? Also Stan himawari for being even younger than Boruto but still not being hard on Naruto frl‼️
Orochimaru is ok frl just a bit odd why would orochimaru say “what if Sakura is dead already 🙂” IN FRONT OF HER CHILD???.
Sasuke is getting there frl‼️ he is trying harder than he was at least. I think he needs to take a class or something but he loves his peanut so much though. I also feel like writers could include Sakura being a little bit more upfront with Sasuke too. I know at one point she said something to Sasuke about him telling Sarada the truth about the Uchiha and his past and stuff. And they sorta had a disagreement but in my opinion she still wasn’t that assertive. Then again I feel like she doesn’t want to push him too hard because of all he went through which makes her patience with him valid. She is a 10/10 mom too just like Hina for dealing with those children while their husbands were away and all while handling a hospital too.
This post is so random tbh esp because as of right now Boruto has like zero new content both manga and anime I just feel like rewatching.
One day though I’m going to watch Naruto and Boruto and talk about everything that just angers me about the writing.
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