#growing up creepie raven

[picklepie888]

#goth #cartoons #animation #included raven again since she won the last poll #teen titans #raven teen titans #avatar the last airbender #mai atla #growing up creepie #adventure time #marceline #south park #henrietta south park #mavis dracula #hotel transylvania #the loud house #lucy loud #polls

[pinkie-pop]

What's characters like Che'nya, Neige and Rollo's involvement in all of this? Are they all also self-aware, or are they just watching this guys go ape shit while they are like "????"

What about the teachers?

Everyone at Night Raven is more or less Self-Aware in that they know about the Player—although most assume the title comes from the way you 'play' with the students and Yuu, and not that you are quite literally playing a game. This also includes the teachers. Che'nya, Rollo, and Neige also know about the Player. Che'nya heard from Riddle and Trey. Neige overheard Vil talking about them and pestered him for answers. Rollo heard about them from Duece, who accidentally revealed it through a slip of the tongue.

So, what do they think of you? Are they just as obsessed?

The teachers are wary. Your presence causes a lot of bickering and fighting amongst certain students, but it also creates order and unity never before seen at NRC. Your vessel, Yuu, has created a cult-like following. The way they can organize and order them around is unnerving, to say the least. You, in your true form, will hold even more power. How terrifying.

Che'nya is greatful to you, at first, anyway. Of course he is, after all, you've made his two closest friends the happiest they've ever been! But...things are starting to get a little...intense. The way they talk about you is starting to get creepy. Are you really the good person they make you out to be? Or are you just manipulating them for your own game? Che'nya isn't sure, and that uncertainty fuels his growing distaste. Of course, if you were to interact with him directly, he may end up changing his mind...

Neige likes you a lot! How could he not, when his best friend just adores you? You'd make the perfect couple, you know?! Vil often finds Neige not-so-subtly trying to set him and Yuu on a date. It takes everything in him to not spill the beans about Yuu's status as a vessel for a higher being. Vil has no interest in Yuu, only the person behind them. Of course, Neige doesn't know that (yet). If he were to meet you before knowing who you are...it might cause a conflict of interests between him and his best friend.

Rollo thinks of you as some kind of deity. In his eyes, you are the ideal—the blueprint. You are everything. Perfect and just, the height of morality. Of course, he's able to let his imagination run wild like this, only because his encounters with you are so limited. If he were to meet the real you, his unwavering devotion would be put to the test. Would he adapt his own ideals to fit yours, or would he ignore everything you are, just to keep his image of you? Or maybe, he'd discard his worship entirely. There's no way to know for certain. Not yet, anyway.

#pop talks #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #self aware twst #yandere rollo flamm #yandere chenya #yandere che'nya #yandere neige leblanche

[gabessquishytum]

Burgess didn't summon Dream of the Endless in human form, he called to the Eldritch manifestation -- the "monster" with no human form and tentacles, that drives men crazy to look upon it.

Everything, human & animal, in the Burgess manse died the night of the summoning. Everyone in town or some miles from the actual house that didn’t die when Dream initally manifest went crazy. And unfortunately, Dream was trapped and couldn't free himself from Fawlty Rigg. The land and the house became a haunted and derelict, crumbling, with the Eldritch Dream trapped.

The crazy spread through the surrounding area slowly, but inexorably. With Dream forgotten, with his humanoid shape unknown,,,,,with the "story" of haunted land growing.

Hob, working on his first degree, on old architecture with haunted pasts goes to investigate for his thesis. Hob is old 😏 and has found that while most places, structures, have interesting histories, they are very rarely haunted.

Hob heard about the area around Fawlty Rigg being cursed, and certainly it was fodder for tales (Lovecraft's The Color Out of Space seemingly based on the area was published 30-ish years ago). But Hob has yet to find a place that drove him mad.

When he gets there a flock of ravens seem to be watching him - so at least animals are back?!? And creepy. Hob is only there for a few days when he thinks he hears his name being whispered on the air from the basement?? (a basement he hasn't been able to get into yet.) And every time he goes out to his car, there was a raven sitting on it,,,,,and today it spoke his name. So maybe this place is driving him crazy.

Jessamy: Hob Gadling! Thank dreaming. You can save Lord Morpheus!

Hob: I can save who now?

The raven tells him that his centennial stranger is trapped,,,,in the basement of this crumbling building. And that his presence has weaponized dreams and nightmares for the people in the surrounding area, driving every one mad! Hob as one of the only people who remembers, knows, Lord Morpheus's humanoid form, might be the only one who can help Jessamy's king back to himself.

Oooh this is a really interesting concept. Imagine what it's like for Hob as he goes through the crumbling house, into the basement, surrounded by the crushing feeling that something is just wrong in the air. Hob has felt a lot of weird stuff in his life but this is something else.

The thing contained in glass sphere is a squirming, pulsing, writhing. It's absolutely terrifying, and Hob nearly turns tail and runs. But at this point in his life he's not the type of man to just leave any kind creature locked up in a cage. He does as Jessamy told him, wipes away the paint around the sphere... and covers his eyes.

The sphere explodes, and Hob’s brain nearly explodes too. His consciousness is overwhelmed by an extreme burst of power. His nose is bleeding and he's still seeing terrible images in his brain when the explosion dies down and he manages to pry open his eyes.

There's his centennial stranger, sitting in the middle of the broken glass with sand seeming to pour around him. His eyes are glowing faintly and he's just looking at Hob.

And Hob isn't sure if he's gone mad like the rest of the people in the area, but he stumbles across the basement and scoops his stranger up in his arms, away from the glass. He's muttering that it's gonna be ok, and his stranger is clinging onto his and still leaking sand... its horrible. But Hob has never felt such pure joy in his heart.

He'd love to know what the hell he's holding in his arms! He's fascinated and, lets be real, kind of turned on by the idea of his stranger's power. He could swear that Jessamy winks at him on the way to the car.

Hob’s life just got hella fuckin weird... but hes going to do whatever it takes to nurse his stranger back to his natural self. However much sand he gets in the car.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[jigujellee]

EMERGENCY CONTACT -> you’re only supposed to call when you want each other, but what happens when she calls you because she needs you? (part 1: lead the way)

jennie x reader smut, fluff, angst - a triple threat >:) word count: 2.7k warnings: swearing, slight stalking moment

a/n: helloooo! happy new year again to everyone :D i know some of you have been waiting for this to drop, so i hope you enjoy it! as usual, it's not proofread so i'm sorry for any mistakes you may come across while reading. i'm also sorry if this is rusty, i've had writer's block for so long and it's only starting to get a little bit better,, but anw i love you all and remember to take care of yourselves!

the sound of wet kisses and quiet whimpers are the only things heard within the walls of jennie’s bedroom.

“fuck y/n, just like that” jennie moans as her hands get tangled in your hair, trying to push you even closer to her dripping wet core. you lap your tongue along the length of her slit causing the raven haired girl to arch her back.

“oh god! i’m so close baby, please don’t stop”

-

after reaching her orgasm and allowing her to return the favour, the two of you lay together in her bed trying to catch your breaths before jennie starts to giggle.

“what’s so funny miss kim?”

“nothing, it’s just that i’ll always be amazed by the way you fuck me y/n”

you turn over to face her and pull her closer to you, smiling as you two fall asleep together.

you don’t recall explicitly stating the terms and conditions of your “relationship”, for lack of a better word. after the first night you and jennie hooked up, she began calling you up in the late hours of the night saying she needed to “destress from work”, obviously meaning she needed the stress fucked out of her. you eventually started to do the same once midterm season was slowly approaching, and that’s how this whole thing started really. to an outsider, this was a simple friends with benefits situation but you didn’t really call like calling it that. to be quite honest, you didn’t know what to call this; you’re just satisfied with it.

but you felt a change and you didn’t like where it was going.

the last few times you’ve slept with jennie went as they usually do - you two meet up, have dinner, take a stroll somewhere and then eagerly rush to one of your places to have sex. then in the morning, whoever wakes up first makes breakfast (you’ve been to each other’s places enough times to know where everything is) and then one of you leaves until the cycle continues again. it was almost a routine at this point, so you start to question when you notice jennie trying to break it.

your suspicions started when you woke up to her staring at you. not so much in a creepy manner, but more so like she was adoring you as you slept. when your eyes open and they meet hers, a smile slowly grows as her somewhat hoarse voice (from all the screaming yk) manages to let out a soft “good morning.” you look into her eyes momentarily, noticing a glint of something that wasn’t there before but you ignore it. “morning,” you say as you get up and make way for the bathroom, not looking back to notice a sulking jennie.

then you noticed how she snuggles into your neck and places a soft kiss just below your jawline, whispering a “thank you” before drifting off to sleep. jennie has only recently been thanking you for having sex with her, and with you being the slight overthinker that you are, you believe that her “thank you” may have a slightly different meaning; something that she knows she doesn't want to admit yet.

today, you noticed how she begged to stay even after breakfast.

“what’s the rush? i don’t have work today and you don’t have classes”

“come on, we always do this jen, you know time’s up after breakfast”

“well, i wanna change it up today. why don’t we go do something fun?”

“like?”

“take me on a date,” she casually says, causing you to nearly choke on your almost finished coffee.

“a date? why?”

“it’s just a way for us to bond”

“is bonding in bed not enough?”

“oh come on y/n, it’s just a fun little date”

you sigh in defeat, watching as your opponent hops off the couch in glee to get dressed, but not before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“thank you,” she says, almost lovingly. you say nothing in return and just proceed to your room to get ready for this “date.”

-

“how much longer?” you yell from outside the dressing room. unfortunately for you, the term “date” to jennie just meant going shopping with her.

“someone’s eager to see me,” the girl smirks as she pulls the curtain back to reveal her in a simple yet elegant black dress.

“help me zip up please?” jennie’s back is towards you and you can’t help but stare hungrily at the bare skin. as you grab the zipper, you slowly pull it up to close the dress but your intrusive thoughts came over you and you begin leaving soft kisses on her back before you could zip it up completely. jennie sighs at the feeling of your lips on her skin. as you move up closer to her neck, you feel her arm wrap around the back of your neck. nibbling softly on the lobe of her ear, you whisper, “why don’t i just unzip this dress and take you right here, right now?” but as much as she wanted it, jennie stops your movements and turns to face you.

“i want a day without sex, y/n”

“huh? why, did you get your period or something?”

“no, i just want to enjoy this day without having to end it with sex like we always do”

your suspicions began to rise again. though you meet up with her every so often for your little fuck buddy system, you two rarely saw each other outside of that simply because of school and work. so for her to be asking for a day to just be with you without the sex makes you wonder why? and for what reason?

still, you decide to go along with it and see where it takes you. you leave the store without the black dress and start walking around the mall by jennie’s side. your left hand was in your pant pocket while you let your right hand swing in the air. when you feel jennie brush her hand against yours, you don’t move your hand for a moment to see if she tries to hold it. and you were right; she slowly tries to interlock your hands together, but you move your hand away and offer to carry her bags instead. this continued for the rest of your time at the mall together, her movements varying from trying to hold your hand or link arms with you, or even trying to snuggle up against you when you bumped into a classmate of yours. anything she tried to initiate, you would shut it down immediately.

on the way to your car, it was silent. you felt something brewing in the air and it didn’t feel good. so as you drive her home, you attempt to lighten the mood.

“damn miss kim, you have so many bags in the back, i can barely see in my rear view mirror”

dead silence.

“i honestly thought you were gonna buy the whole mall back there,” you quickly glance at her to find her staring out the window.

“alright, what’s wrong jennie? why the silent treatment?”

“is sex the only thing you want from me?” she asked, annoyed but her gaze never leaves the window.

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you know. i’m not stupid and neither are you. but is this really all you want out of this? out of us?”

“what ‘us’ are you talking about jen? this is just those things where we casually fuck”

“oh, so it really is just that. i’m just someone you call when you’re horny, that’s it”

“don’t act like you didn't start it!” you raise your voice slightly.

“that’s what it was before i fell in love with you! did you really think that we could pull this off without one of us catching feelings?”

“you seemed like the type, so yes i did”

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you pull into the driveway of jennie’s house and shut the engine off. you unbuckle your seatbelt and try to leave the car to go help with her bags, but jennie grabs you by the arm to keep you in your seat.

“i’m gonna ask you again y/n, is sex the only thing you want from me?”

you look at her in the eyes and you watch the tears form in them. this setup was dangerous from the start, but you really tried to keep things casual with her.

“yes. this was supposed to be just sex, and you fucked it up for us”

before you could even say anything else, she unbuckles her own seatbelt and gets out of your car without forgetting to slam the door. she grabs her bags from the trunk and also closes it with a slam. you didn’t even bother to help because you knew she’d reject it, and there was nothing you could do but watch as she angrily marches toward the entrance of her house that you used to be welcome in, until now.

-

the internet says it takes roughly 21 days to break a habit. for some people, it could be more and for some, it could be less. but for you and jennie, the routine you two shared managed to be broken in just one second with one sentence.

it’s 3:14am, you can’t sleep and you know you’ll wake up with dark circles under your eyes. still, you lay in bed and stare blankly at the ceiling as you wonder what the fuck was wrong with you.

thinking back to when you two first hooked up, there were no rules or terms and conditions to your situation with jennie. nothing was put in place, no one said that you couldn’t fall in love with each other, so why did you penalize her for it? you had no clue. maybe you were just a natural asshole. or were you just scared?

you can’t deny the fact that there were times you entertained the idea of being in a relationship with jennie. but yes, it did scare you - jennie is a well-known model and has an image to uphold, so what would the public think if they found out you, a broke college student, would be dating her? you’ve imagined the kind of comments you’d get from netizens and you wondered what kind of questions paparazzi would throw towards jennie: “jennie! is it true? are you dating an average college student?” “is it because you feel bad?” “do you pity the girl?” “does she want you for the money?”

it haunts you. you couldn’t bear the thought of being the reason jennie’s image gets ruined.

to try and soothe your brain, you pick up your phone to play some lofi music in hopes to fall asleep. your thumb hovers over a song before seeing a name flash on the top of the screen.

miss kim <3 is calling

you let it ring a couple of times before answering,

“jennie?”

“y/n, hi i’m so sorry but um,” her voice is shaky, as if she was about to cry or if she was scared. you didn’t like either of those options.

“y/n i think i’m being followed. can you please come get me?”

“send your location, i’ll be there as soon as i can”

seeing that she was only a 10 minute walk away, you sprint to where she is and you find her standing in front of a light post in the park. as you approach her, you notice a figure standing near a bench, and a light suddenly illuminates from what looks like his phone; it seems as if he was checking it as if he wasn’t following jennie just now. he definitely noticed your presence but he waits to see if you’d leave her alone.

you whisper to jennie, “are you alright? did he hurt you?”

“i’m okay, he didn’t touch me. but if you didn’t come, i don’t know what he could’ve done. is he still there?”

your eyes glance up and you see the man still standing in the same spot, still looking at his phone.

“yeah, but i have an idea. i just hope it’ll work”

you wait for a moment and you watch his eyes come up from his phone, glances at you and jennie, and then turns to look in the opposite direction. you take this chance to quickly hide into a bush behind you, and you slowly crawl towards the man near the bench. when you’re close enough, you rustle the bushes to get his attention and you watch him get startled by the sudden movement. to add on, you start barking and growling like a dog which made you feel stupid, but it was convincing enough to make him run the opposite way from jennie.

she walks towards you, or the bush rather, and calls for you - “he’s gone now, you can come out now little guy”

“little guy my ass," you say as you dust yourself off of any dirt. "but i honestly didn’t think that would work. do you really think it was convincing?”

“yup, you were a real bitch back there y/n”

“touché”

jennie giggles, “but really, thank you. i’m sorry you were the one i called, i just didn’t know who else would come at this time and you’re the first person in my emergency contacts.”

you say nothing. you simply stare at her, admiring her features that make her who she is. you’re glad you’re her emergency contact. not her manager, not her friends, not even her family; it’s you.

you reach out your hand, "why don't you stay the night? and you can stay as long as you need to”

-

jennie sits at the dinner table, watching as you prepare breakfast for the two of you. you insisted she just sit back and relax after what happened last night.

“i’m fine y/n, i could’ve helped you cook”

“it’s alright, you must be tired and hungry”

you place down her plate that was filled with two pancakes, two sunny side up eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit on the side. you set yours down and take a seat, excited to dig in after hearing your stomach growl.

it’s silent for the most part. you don’t want to bring up last night’s events, and you figured jennie must’ve wanted some peace and quiet.

“so y/n..”

well, so much for peace and quiet. you looked up at her in response.

“can we talk? about us?”

“actually yes, we should”

jennie clenches her knife and fork, bracing herself for the worst that could happen.

“jen, i gotta be honest with you. i was just scared of falling in love with you. you know, you have this image you need to maintain and i just didn’t want to be the reason it gets tarnished. i refused to fall in love because i didn’t want any of us to get hurt in the long run”

she says nothing and just pokes at a blueberry, rolling it around the plate.

“however,” you pause slightly for dramatic effect.

“i realized that it was stupid of me to stop myself from falling. and it was also stupid of me to pretend that you weren’t falling. and i realized that i really love the idea of being your emergency contact”

jennie still says quiet, but now she manages to look at you with hope in her eyes.

“basically what i’m saying is that i want to give us a try. not just for the sex, not just this whole thing we got going on, i want the real deal with you. i know for a fact i won’t be perfect, we definitely won't be perfect. but for you i’m willing to try. because it’s you jen; i choose you.”

a gummy smile makes its way on jennie’s face, the events of the night long forgotten. at last, she feels seen and loved by you, the only person she’s ever wanted to feel loved by and the only person she’s willing to risk her image for.

“alright ash ketchum, let me help you with the dishes”

“damn, way to ruin a moment miss kim” you joke, as you follow your soon-to-be girlfriend to the sink.

#girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #blackpink #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink smut #blackpink angst #blackpink fluff #jennie kim #jennie x reader #jennie fluff #jennie smut #jennie angst #fem reader

[bits-and-babs]

I am so, so sorry for what you are going through.

I'd like to request another Kane x fem!reader, with them being inside the shimmer. Some of the prompts I love are 2, 11, 23, 37, 42! Was thinking what if reader was close with a different soldier, and was growing closer as things looked bad, though you and that soldier were never anything more than two friends comforting each other in the face of the end, and Kane finally snapped?

Thank you so much for the opportunity to request! Much, much love to you.

-ˋˏ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍-𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ-

— pairing: Kane (annihilation) x F!Reader

— word count: 1k

— warnings: light dub-con elements, creepy elements, biting, choking, jealous sex, breeding kink, cream pie (yes, I know, I have an addiction, WRAP IT KIDS), reference to murder. 18+ you nasty nasties.

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It rattles against the bars of his very being, the creature that had been rearing its ugly head since the moment he stepped in here. It’s snarling, threatening to burst through its confines when he sees Vallows wrap his arms around your shoulder in a comforting squeeze.

He’s curdling, twisting into something obscene in his envy.

“Hey,” Kane calls out, voice tight. He sees you look over your shoulder, startled by the noise with these round puppy-eyes that set him alight on the inside, flames of his desire swallowing the creature whole. He crooks a finger at you, watching you approach with a nervous expression on your face as though he’s about to whip you for miss-stepping.

“Come here,” he orders, and his stomach flips when you do exactly that, footfalls stepping in time with his own as he leads the way into the overgrowth. It’s vile, the sickly greed that had enveloped him since entering The Shimmer. Things weren’t right here; reality fundamentally twisted.

You look up at him with this expectant gaze that makes his body sing for you, the threads in the fabric of his being tearing with their need for you. When you open your mouth to question his taking you aside, Kane descends on you with an animalistic groan, smothering your lips with his own and grabbing at your body with greedy hands.

He should be appalled with himself, but you’re wrapping your arms around him suddenly, pulling his body into your own and breathing his name into his mouth— not his title, his name.

The both of you stumble into the flowering overgrowth, the pink petals of the blossom flowers shimmering rainbows like an oil slick as he rips off your camo trousers, his lips brushing the collar of your khaki polo shirt when he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your throat.

“Kane!” You wail out his name and a pulse of something ravenous washes over Kane’s body. If he wasn’t already scrambling, he’s practically tearing your clothes off you when he tastes the iron of your blood on his tongue. Fuckfuckfuck, he needs this. He needs it. You’re not Vallows’. He can’t have you. You’re his.

He sucks on the split skin across the column of your neck, tasting more of the red blood that stains his teeth. You’re arching off the soil beneath you, pushing your breasts into his chest and whining at the sensation of pressure against your nipples.

“Fuck,” he groans loudly, the envious monster scratching in the pit of his stomach gaining some relief when you work your fingers into his dark curls and press a kiss to his lips. You’re licking your tongue into his mouth, tasting your own blood on his enamel, and Kane’s cock leaps against the zipper of his uniform.

Christ, you barely give him a moment to respond. Your fingers don’t tremble when they reach for the zipper, ripping it down and working his belt open. Not bothering to remove it from the loops, you pull the button quickly, the metal of the buckle hanging at his hip rattling as you work his clothes down his thighs.

Kane growls loudly, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and yanking your body across the emerald grass to pull you into position. It’s like you know, your thighs hiking up over his waist. You breathe in tandem, sharing one brain as Kane works his cock inside of you with a feral hiss of your name.

“Oh- ohfuckohfuck-“ the praises spill from your lips and it blooms a vengeful pride through Kane’s chest as he brutally slams into you. It’s earth-shattering, each slap of his skin on yours causing your body to hike up the soil and away from him until Kane grabs you and spears you back down onto his cock with a particularly vicious thrust.

“Mhm- Mhm, this fu-fucking Vowels-“ Kane spits, a rasp of something unhinged playing on his voice when you flutter around his cock, pussy gushing against his length, “Could he fuck you lik-like I can? Hmm? Could he fuck you like I can?!”

You’re sobbing loudly, shaking your head quickly as he fucks you into the floor. He can’t help but laugh cruelly, noting the way you look like the antithesis of those nodding-head dogs you see on people’s dashboards because you don’t stop rocking your head left and right.

“Didn’t t-think so,” he gasps as he feels you roll your hips up to meet his, chasing the orgasm you appear to be teetering on.

“Scream my name. Fuckin’ tell him who you belong to, Angel. Come on! I’ll fucking fill you up; go on-“

You do, God, you do. It breaks you apart, shatters your being as you cum around him with a scream of his single-syllable name that bounces off the bark of the shimmering trees surrounding you.

The hoarse cry you let out has him spilling into your sopping cunt, haggard shouts of your name bleeding between your whines. He feels like he pumps you full, painting his cock with a creamy slick as he continues to thrust in and out of you at a slower pace.

Only when you both pause, Kane leaning over you on shaky arms, does reality begin to ebb back into his consciousness, your heaving chest beneath him lulling him back to the sounds of The Shimmer. Birds that sound off, the beauty of the surroundings shifting ever so slightly to reveal the horrors beneath- rotting.

His post-orgasm haze seems to shake the overwhelming jealousy ever so slightly, just enough to give him pause. Shock stills his heart, his eyes staring down at you in fear of his atypical actions.

But he finds it so hard to feel guilt when you look at him, eyes all blissed out and lids hooded.

The Green-Eyed Monster rears its ugly head once more. It couldn’t bear the concept of Vallows taking you for himself.

Kane would have to remove him from the equation.

END

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[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Alternate P.T 2

Warnings: Reader being a teensy bit awkward, Jason breaking in(and being a little creepy)

This is my first time writing for Steph, Cass, and Rachel, so I am sorry if they are ooc.

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You awoke to a knock on your door, Alfred on the other side mentioning breakfast. You let out a groan as you stretched your limbs. The Manor was awfully quiet, far different than the rampant streets of Gotham. You lay in bed a few seconds longer, basking in the sun that shown through the curtains.

With another groan, you got up from the bed, immediately missing its warmth and comfort.

You made your way downstairs, a smile subconsciously growing on your lips as you could hear commotion coming from the dining room. However, all of the noise died down as you stood in the doorway. You quickly rubbed your eyes as everyone stared at you.

"Um, this is Y/N. They'll be staying with us. Don't bother telling them your name. They already know who you are." Bruce told everyone at the table. Their eyes continued to watch you as you sat down in an empty seat, your head turned to look next to you, where Tim was studying you.

"Hello..." You whispered to him.

"How do you know us?" Tim asked you, staring down at the shirt you wore, one of Jason's, Alfred was sure he wouldn't miss it. Your eyes snapped over to Bruce, seeing if it was okay for you to tell the truth. As Bruce nodded his head, you looked back to Tim, then to Stephanie and Cass, who sat across from you.

"I'm from another universe, where you're all comic book characters..." You shared, making sure that everyone could hear you.

"Ohhh, do you have talking animals?!" Stephanie asked you, genuinely interested in your answer. You let out a chuckle as you shook your head at the girl, causing her to slump back into her chair.

"No, um, my world is almost the same as here. There's just no superheroes or supervillains. There's no magic, no powers, no mystical weapons." You told the girl.

"Sounds like a vacation." Bruce chuckled, the rest of the table laughing along with him.

"It's earth, and we're humans, so it still sucks." You told them, accidentally souring the mood. "But I mean, at least I don't have to worry about my house exploding!" You rushed out, trying to bring back the lively aura. Cass let a rush of air escape her nose as she slightly smiled at your comment before going back to eating.

~☆~

Bruce had informed you that he had called Dick the night before so that you could get help from Raven. Somehow, the two of them were already there by noon.

You sat down in the library reading a book, too engrossed in the words on the page to notice three people enter the room.

"Y/N." Bruce coughed, causing your head to snap up. Your eyes landed on Dick and Rachel. You immediately rose from your seat and raised a hand for them to shake.

"Hi, I'm Dick and this is Rachel, but I guess you already know that." Dick laughed out as he shook your hand. You let out a chuckle and shook your head before shaking Rachel's hand.

"I hope you understand that this won't be a one day thing. This will take time." Rachel informed you.

"I know, and I'm okay with that."

~☆~

The day had been spent getting to know Rachel, and her getting to know about you. She had wanted to get information about where you come from so that she could look into anything that could help you get back to where you belong. She had brought along books and scrolls, trying to find anything that could help her figure out what had happened to you. She couldn't find a thing. Her and Dick agreed to stay at the Manor with you, no matter how long it took.

Now, you were washing up after dinner, getting ready for bed. You stood in front of the sink, scrubbing away at your teeth. Your mind wandered. Was going home worth it? Were the people you called "friends" worth it? The family that you haven't talked to in years? Maybe. Maybe they were worth it. Maybe not.

You leaned down, spitting the frothed up toothpaste into the sink, quickly rinsing your mouth out after. Using a rag, you wiped off the water from your face and hands before turning off the lights and walking out. As soon as you stepped through the door, you noticed a figure, the moonlight shone into the room, making it easy for you to identify the person.

"Jason.." You whispered, watching as he stared back at you through his helmet.

"So, you're Y/N." He spoke, robotic voice bouncing off of the walls. With just a couple of steps, he was an arms length away from you. His hand raised to toy with a strand of your hair, head tilting to the side. You continued to stare up at the man, eyes wide in disbelief. You could hear him let out a small chuckle as he dropped his hand and walked over to your window, propping himself up on the edge of the windowsill.

"Until next time, sweetheart." He said, looking back at you, before jumping out of the window.

~☆~

Taglist: : @burningkidanchor

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[alexaloraetheris]

Last night, I drove my mom to the mountain house and helped her set up, which took long enough that I was returning home at literally midnight.

Picture this: the moon is at exactly one half, and it's blood fucking red. And because I'm on a mountain road, at a few points it looks low enough to the horizon, hovering right above the road, that I get the feeling I'm going to crash into it if I keep driving straight. Creepy enough.

Then my highlights catch something on the road, something that moves sluggishly when it hears my car, and a flash of something metallic. I swerve around it, but then decide helping costs me five minutes, I stop to the side and double back, thinking it's a cat with its head caught in a can. Happens often enough in villages where everybody has outdoor cats and nobody sorts their trash.

It turns out to be a fox, but I was right about the can. My phone can't take a picture if the flashlight is turned on, and I wasn't eager to turn it off, or waste time. It didn't even try to get away, barely even twitched when it heard me, and was in the middle of the road, all bad signs, so I tried to make it quick. But I pried open the lid all the way, baby fox popped its head out, not even a scratch, and scuttled away. Fun fact, young foxes literally sound like squeaky toys when they're vocalizing. Older ones sound like high-pitched barking-choking-laughing, and they can sound like a raven getting murdered when they scream, but this one was definitely in the squeaky toy category, calling for its mama.

As I'm throwing the can away so another fox doesn't get the same idea, mama answers.

And, uh... I heard a lot of foxes growing up, since it's literally a village in the middle of a forest on a mountain, but I haven't heard a fox sound like that. Remember when I said a fox scream can sound like a raven getting murdered? Imagine that but... A slowed-down recording of it. With a echoing reverb. Literally the freakiest thing I ever heard in my life.

I decide I'm done here, get in the car and get going, and I'm still driving towards the half-blood moon. I step on the gas and decide if there are any hitchhikers on the road, no there aren't.

And five minutes later I decide that if I do find a hitchhiker I'm picking them up, because they're either someone who really, really needs a ride home or a serial killer/resentful ghost, in which case I get murdered and don't have to take biochem anymore. Win-win.

I didn't find any hitchhikers and the moon progressively turned more orange then gold as I made it to the highway, so. Currently procastrinating the chapter on membrane transport. Major L in my opinion. Didn't even see a monster for my trouble.

#blood moon #spooky #fox #night drive #horror story #excet I unfortunately have slightly too much sense and didn't get murdered

[7sevenrings7]

Young and Menace - Chapter 1 Snippet

Hyperfixating on Hazbin Hotel? It's more likely than you think!

This is a snippet from "Young and Menace" - a reader insert fanfic pairing the reader (AFAB, she/her pronouns) with Alastor, Lucifer, and, eventually, Lilith.

Some at the same time? We'll see...full first chapter to be posted to ao3 next week.

You arrive in Hell with no memory of who you are, where you've come from, or how you got there. Oh well. Might as well settle into your afterlife. There's just one problem...

You're still alive.

Note: This x reader does NOT use Y/N - you are referred to as "Liv," but this is recognized as a nickname as you do not recall your actual name.

“Alright, my ace in the hole.” Rosie’s voice carried before becoming clear as she cast open the door. You shifted nervously as you sat on your bed. “Meet my other ace in the hole!”

Alastor was the worst demon you had seen yet. If your fear had been any less, you would have been able to scream.

As it was, you could only stare at him as if he were the personification of a train wreck you could not tear yourself away from.

It was his smile. A creepy, cheek-ridden smile. Yellowed teeth as large and as pointed as knives sat between lips spread what seemed painfully tight. His skin was darker than Rosie’s with eyes that were as red as blood and just as cold. He might have been Hell itself with how red dominated his person from his fluffy hair to his evening attire. What could have been ears framed two small antlers sprouting straight from his head. 

Later, much later in the quiet of the night still shaking from this very encounter, you would realize that his smile never wavered.

It did tremble, however - at least when he first saw you. The possibly-but-not-definitely-not-ears on his head went flat and you saw what seemed to be the shadow of radio dials turning instead of those red eyes. 

But then you blinked and Alastor’s smile was relaxed and warm…

...and growing larger as he approached you swinging a short-staffed microphone in his hand.

It, like the rest of him, was red.

“So…you’re alive.”

Rosie had implied Alastor had a unique voice. “Like butter!” she had claimed. Only it was far less sweet and far more static and sickening charm laid on thicker than thick. 

“I…seem to be,” you admitted, quietly. Almost reverently. 

Tilting his head at an angle too sharp to be normal, Alastor chuckled. “Maybe you were a comedian, my dear girl. No theories? No rogue memories flitting around in that pretty head of yours?”

By the time he finished speaking, he was immediately in front of you with a crimson-clawed hand patting your head patronizing and popping. 

You didn’t like it. Any of it. He reminded you of a cheap car salesman. 

“I don’t know who I am or how I got here if that’s what you’re asking,” you said, trying to ward the fear from your voice. “I remember life on Earth but…nothing stable. Nothing…nothing that tells me anything about myself.”

“Curious,” said Alastor, rounding you with eyes that were sharp as they were searching. “Very curious.”

“So, you remember that princess that I was telling you about, Liv?” asked Rosie. “The one with the hotel? ‘Member?”

Squinting as if trying to physically see the memory, you grimaced. “Um…it was…Lucifer’s daughter?”

“Bingo!” Rosie shouted. “Well Alastor helps run the place and it just got HUGE upgrades thanks to Mr. Big Man in Damned Demand. I was thinking…since they’re all about redemption…maybe they could help you more than I could.”

With a pause, Rosie turned to Alastor. “I’ve tried it all, Alastor. I don’t know how Liv ended up here but it was something bad done by something even badder. I thought she’d remember something by now but…zilch. And it’s not safe for her to stay here. I’ve done what I could to keep rumors from making it to the mill but she’s a very amnesiac steak in a town of ravenous wolves. Least there’s you at the hotel. She won’t worry for safety.”

At first you thought Alastor meant to remain silent. He merely stood staring at you with those terrible eyes, fingers shifting his microphone staff back and forth. 

But then he glanced to Rosie. 

“If there’s anyone who could get this poor soul her memory back, it’s Charlie.”

Weird, you thought. He kind of sounded sincere there.

Rosie hugged Alastor by his side before releasing him to clap her hands.

“Thank you, Alastor! Oh, you don’t know how happy I am that you’re back! Things are gonna be changing around here.”

Your heart might have stopped when a curl of Alastor’s lip revealed grayed gums. 

“Oh,” he said, static simmering around him. “Yes, they are.”

#hazbin hotel #x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #this will be an alastor x reader and lucifer x reader AND lilith x reader #because why should just one character have all the fun? #young and menace #i admit this is partially a character study...how would alastor handle feelings for someone? #the answer? #BADLY #i am sorry alastor simps #this is not a straightforward ship in this fic #complex deer man creates complex relationship dynamics #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #radio demon

[minzart]

[Vignette + rambling of the design bellow]

Will: Grim has been really interested in this museum, I thought he would whine more to be honest, but I guess not, the great seven are something he really is interested in....

Grim: HENCHMEN! Come take a look!

Will: hm? What is it?

Grim: are you seeing this guy, he was the thorn witch henchman! It says here he was the only capable being of her army, and he's just a raven!

Will: hm... he found someone she was looking for 16 years, her goons didn't take in consideration that said person ages as time goes on... so he got one more braincell than normal?

Grim: exactly! I heard from Tsunotarou he was extremely loyal too! He is a great role model to you

Will: me?!

Grim: if course! You are my henchman after all! You gotta step up and learn from good examples hehehe

Will: why does this feel like you are mocking me...

Grim: aw don't worry, you are already plenty smarter than one bird brain we know of :)

Will: .... the bar is that low to ya isn't it?

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Grim: what a weird corridor.... it isn't as fancy as the rest of the museum

Will: I think we shouldn't be here

Grim: nahhh you are just scared! We are benefactors! We gotta see all that the museum has to offer right?! Comon' it's a special year! It's 100 anniversary don't be a scared kitty

Will: says the talking cat

Grim: I AM NOT A CAT! - ohhhh who's that?

Will: the plate says "the dark mountain demon, a being once said to rule over the night and it's spirits, he slept by day and reighned caos by night"

Grim: he looks like he's the size of that mountain! Do you think I'm gonna grow that big?

Will: I hope not or else not even a truck of tuna cans will satiate your hunger

---

Will: I think we should get back Grim, it doesn't look like we should be here

Grim: yeah... the lights are really week here... FUGNYA! WHO IS THAT!

Will: that's just a... ohhh... ok yeah the red eyes are kinda creepy, but it's just a painting... a... very old painting... and unkempt too....

Grim: no wonder they don't want to put it were everyone can see, he's ugly.... and scary- NOT THAT I'M SCARED OF COURSE!

Will: "the caudron king"-Deuce's rival got it- "once a powerful magician with a caudron that could rise the dead..." I can't read the rest the plate is too damaged

Grim: powerful magician? Do you think he was that strong? He's just bones

Will: Epel said the same thing of Vil's physical power and look were that got him

Grim: hey... will... doesn't the eyes of this paint look... that... they are following us....?

Will: .... WHAT A NICE PAITING OVER THERE IN A LIGHTER CORRIDOR I THINK IT'S THE QUEEN OF HEARTS LET'S GO OVER THERE

Grim: right behind you!

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Wil's pose was based on this scene of the official 100 year anniversary art were the characters are in a "disney" artstyle

Grim looks like he was tossed into the air and is looking at carter's camera like the heartslabyul crew, so one of Will's hand looks like it's tosing something up and the other a peace sigh

#will yuu #twisted wonderland #twst #twst birthday #twst platinum jacket #platinum jacket

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hello! I saw your requests were open and was wondering if you could write a Morpheus x mortal!reader where he has a crush on her and Idk maybe they’re friends or something and he sees her kissing another guy at a party and gets jeaulous.

Or… maybe a Morpheus x Johanna’s apprentice!reader where they have to go on kind of a mission together to help/save Johanna and they end up falling in love?

Couldn’t choose between the two tbh 😅 Any of them would be fine. If its okay for you, ofc!

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

[TW: religious themes, demons, swear words] Sandman-inspired playlist

"I'm looking for Johanna Constantine," stated the stranger standing at your threshold. He was dressed in all black with pasty white skin that made him look either emaciated or vampire-like. Either way, it was a very uncommon taste but you didn't expect anything else from your boss's acquaintances.

"You and me both, man," you answered as you leaned against the doorframe. "She was supposed to go to some town outside of London, look at a girl and come back. Maybe do an exorcism but she sounded convinced it wouldn't be needed."

"When was that?"

"Like two days ago?" you said with a shrug. Most of the time, Johanna was stuck in a cycle of disappearing and showing up shortly after without even a scratch.

The stranger leaned in. His dark eyebrows furrowed only furthering his intimidating appearance. "And you haven't thought of finding her?" he asked in an unnerved voice.

"Of course I did!" you exclaimed while throwing your hands in the air. The last thing you wanted or needed was a random man suggesting you were irresponsible. "Who do you have me for, raven boy? The only thing stopping me from going after her is herself. Have you ever seen Johanna angry? No? I have and now I don't watch scary movies with my light on because I know there are worse things."

"Where is Johanna?" The man was growing impatient and angry. Whatever he needed her for, it was something that clearly couldn't wait.

The stranger's irritation was, truthfully, an expression of your own worries and desperation - lead-like dread had been sitting in your abdomen for the entire day. Perhaps it was time to brave through your fear of Johanna's anger and show some agency. "She's supposed to be in Dover, like 2 hours from here. I'll grab my keys and we can go."

But Morpheus grabbed the sleeve of your jacket before you could walk away. You were about to scold him, tell him that he's being very forward to a person he had only just met, but suddenly you weren't in your small apartment in London. In the distance, you heard sea waves crashing against cliffs and a flock of seagulls screaming over the shore: undoubtedly, you had found yourself in Dover.

"Come," he called out behind you. Judging by his aloofness, he must have often just reappeared wherever he wanted.

Turning around towards Morpheus, you saw a brick mansion with thick ivy covering its walls. The windows were either too dirty to see through them or the architect was strangely fond of opaque glass. The paint was chipping off the wooden door, silently suggesting that no one had taken care of the house in a long while. A murder of crows seemed to have taken over the mansion - a row of black birds sat along the ledge, staring at the two unwelcome guests. They seemed to grow irritated as their loud caws did not scare you off from their den.

"Creepy old house," you slowly said to yourself as you took in the disturbing sight. "That's definitely on my jeepers-creepers bingo."

"Did Johanna employ you as a jest?" His tendency to speak in a quite monotone voice made it difficult for you to decide whether it was a genuine question or an attempt at being mean.

"I hope not. I tend to have a very limited repertoire of cynicism and self-deprecation."

Suddenly, a muffled scream reached your ears. Among the crashing waves and seagulls it would have been impossible to hear it had you been standing even a few meters farther from the house. The crows also contributed to the general disruption. Wickedness, quite curiously, came with a drop of genius.

"Basement. Of course," you said in a low voice while slightly nodding to yourself. "Let's go."

Entering the cellar, your nostrils were instantaneously filled with the putrid smell of mould and rotting blood. The floor was covered in something wet and you were suddenly grateful for the lack of light in the concrete corridors - it was better to naively assume it was just water from faulty, old plumbing. Your heart was thundering in your chest as you followed Morpheus and his strides towards the screams and rattling of chains that only grew louder with each of your rushed steps.

With trembling hands, you pushed open the door at the end of the dark corridor. Sure enough, on the other side, you found the source of the blood-chilling screams. Across the concrete room was a man dressed in a cassock, who was speaking in a language you had never heard before. Was he... praying? High above his head levitated Johanna's body with limbs stretched out so much they threatened to completely dismember her at any second. She must have been screaming for hours on end as her voice became raspy. So far, both of them seemed to be unaware of your presence.

"A satanic priest. Because there wasn't anything more cliche," you whispered.

Morpheus was about to take a step towards the possessed man and suffering Johanna but you grabbed his arm. He looked at you with nothing short of annoyance - you were, clearly, treading on thin ice.

"You may be an expert on pulling Houdini-worth tricks but this is my field of expertise. Like it or not, I need you to trust me with your life for the next bit," you spoke quietly. Every now and then you'd look towards the horrifying sight on the other side of the room to make sure that you still had the element of surprise.

Rummaging through the pockets of your jacket, you pulled out two containers and shoved them in Dream's chest. With vivid unsureness, he took them from you. "Holy water and blessed salt," you explained. "Throw it at him or around him. It won't kill the demon but will surely weaken it. I'll do the talking."

Having said those words, Morpheus left your side to march towards the possessed priest. You took in a deep, slow breath to try and calm yourself. As an apprentice, you knew that the day of your trial was coming sooner or later but you never thought that the life of someone you cared about would be part of it. A grim duty fell on you - there was no one else who could help Johanna before she dies from the ritual she was currently undergoing. Whatever happens now, was to forever remain your sole responsibility.

Johanna had made you practise the exorcism prayer so many times you learned it barely a few weeks into your apprenticeship. It was just a strange skill at the time but now, when her life and well-being were in your hands only, it was akin to a superpower. Having taken in another deep breath, you began reciting the formula as fast as you could while maintaining the necessary clarity of speech.

The demon was no longer oblivious to your pesky presence but Morpheus did an excellent job at keeping it distracted enough to not go after you or poor Johanna. Considering how much of the blessed salt and holy water actually ended up on the possessed man, Dream had an exceptional aim. A blood-chilling scream resounded once more but this time it didn't belong to Johanna: it was the demon, crying out at the pain of being torn out of a corporeal form. His agony could partially be accredited to the sole fact that he was going to be banished to Hell, a place even demons feared and disliked.

Once the demon was exiled from this realm, Johanna's body hit the concrete floor of the basement with a muffled thud. Then, a groan left her mouth and you sighed in relief. Even if her bones were shattered, she was alive. Wasting no time, you run towards her to help her get up.

Straining to stand up, Johanna groaned out: "Well, that was really fucking fast."

"Yeah, I had my Eminem phase in middle school," you answered dismissively as you put her arm around your neck for better support.

"What took you so long?"

"I didn't actually think you were in trouble, Johanna. He brought me here because he wants something from you." Only when you motioned your head towards the black-haired man did she notice him. She let out an irritated sigh but it was quiet enough that only you heard it.

After a few limping steps, Johanna was well enough to walk on her own or at least she claimed so. She crossed her arms on her chest as she approached Morpheus, whose expression remained ever so unreadable. Apparently, an exorcism wasn't enough to elicit emotion from him. Johanna gave you a meaningful stare and you knew it was time for you to go and irritate the crows outside with your unwelcome presence.

Long minutes went by when you were staring at the sea and cliffs in the distance, listening to the shrieking and cawing of the black birds over your head. What was taking them so long? Among the noise, you heard someone's footsteps behind you: it was Morpheus but curiously, he came alone.

"Where's Johanna?" you asked.

"There were affairs she needed to see through before leaving," he answered while approaching you. Barely a meter or two away from you, he just stopped. Morpheus simply stood there, the sea breeze tugging at his dishevelled hair. He stared at you with flustering intensity as if he was trying to look through you and inspect the particles of your very soul.

After a while, his silent gawking became so uncomfortable you couldn't ignore it any longer. "Okay, what is it?"

"You are an absolutely aggravating creature," Morpheus stated while still looking at you with that stern, cold stare. His voice was so low, slightly raspy, that you felt it down to the marrow of your bones. "But I can not bring myself to hate you."

A playful smile crept unto your face. Maybe the raven guy wasn't the killjoy he introduced himself as. "Funnily enough, I was about to say the same thing. This whole 'woe me' brooding thing you have going on is infuriating. But it's also giving me very un-churchy thoughts."

Suddenly, something about his expression changed: a glint of mischief glistened in his blue eyes and one corner of his mouth pulled up ever so slightly. "Would you like to hear mine?"

You were about to answer him something equally suggestive when Johanna made her presence known: "Get a fucking room you two!"

#the sandman x reader #the sandman x you #the sandman fanfic #the sandman imagine #the sandman netflix #the sandman fanfiction #the sandman #morpheus imagine #morpheus sandman #morpehus #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader #morpheus #dream of the endless fanfiction #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #lord morpheus x reader #lord morpheus x you #lord morpheus #lord morpheus fanfiction #lord morpheus imagine

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 30th July ✨

Another great week of audio drama has kept my brain busy while my data collection is less busy. Happy Audio Drama Sunday, please allow me to share my favourites!

SPOILERS!!

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (127) Oh NO Mrs Wicker get your children away from that Church!!!! I love to hear the J-sibs starting to push back against her, long may it continue! I'm also still obsessed with the Raven-Writing Desk dynamic and it's only going to get juicier when Mr Writing Desk actually wants to follow Penny’s demands… And Danielle!! I love that she still gets to be an active help in the mission to the North in a way that doesn’t feel like deus ex machina because it’s just her. 

��� Tiny Terrors (022) this episode had me yelling ‘what’s the catch?!?!?’ internally and I’ve just seen that the wait is over to listen to the other side of the tape!! Angela, what are you??

🌍 @lastechoespod (7) As some of you may know. . . I am a huge fan of Drs in Space. This episode had me gripped, those poor people 😭 What a cruel scare tactic from the Collected for that to be played to the people trying to decide whether to join. I’m so tense to hear what the final archival selection is going to be! 

🧛‍♂️ @re-dracula Things are TENSE aboard the Demeter. Even in <60s of audio, the creeping dread is so palpable. And Mina, sweet Mina! So thrilled to have her back! Listening rather than reading has makes it so much easier to parse the long, chunky sections describing Whitby!! I have high hopes that I'm going to stick with it to the very end this time.

 💫 Wolf 359 (24-32) Oh fuck. I am so glad I have all the episodes to listen to at once. I could NOT have dealt with the wait between seasons. Ep 30, Mayday, is possibly one of the coolest things I’ve ever heard. I love that feeling of rooting for a character so hard that you forget that they don’t really exist and that you know they make it because there are another 30 eps of the show left. And the new characters - Kepler, Jacobi, Maxwell - wow, I LOVE to hate them. They’re fantastic in the worst way. 

🎩 @ethicstownpod (5) Things got a little creepy on the emergency broadcast this week. Memory is created as it is recalled?? What?? My mind is boggled. I’m very excited to hear how this, and what seems to be a growing discomfort between January and Artemis, plays out in the next episodes! 

🥾@doyoucopypod (3) Now. Hear me out. I know that being stuck up in a radio tower all day has got to be boring but I do think there might be a better time to flirt with your colleague than when 3 people are missing in a place called the ‘Dead Zone’ where strange ecological events are occurring . . . Just me?? Have I got the braincell here??? I’m so excited for these shenanigans to get even spookier. 

🏴‍☠️ Yeah. I listened to @levianpod again. What are you going to do? Support their crowdfunder? Good. Do it.

🎧 Such an interesting episode of The First Episode Of with @wirelandranch! The wireland vibes have always been immaculate and it’s so interesting to learn about where it came from and why it’s an amalgamation rather than a straight-up audio drama. 

🐬 Described as a weird mystery, @patterspod is exactly that. It’s batshit in the best possible way. Perhaps I hang out with strange people, but the main character is so normal in his weirdness, I feel like most people know a guy like Ryan even though Ryan is a liar ghostwriter trying to hunt down his thieving EX-boss with ?paranormal connections. It’s great stuff. 

I hope everyone has a lovely weekend! My goal is to have season two of the show written by the start of August . . . So I should stop writing this and get to writing that . . . Right? Okay.

#audio drama #podcast #podcast recs #audio fiction #science fiction #the vesta clinic #vestaclinicpod #hello from the hallowoods #hfth #hfth spoilers #the last echoes #tiny terrors #wolf 359 #w359 #re dracula #do you copy #ethics town #levi ackerman #wireland ranch #finding pattersby #audiodramasunday #audio drama sunday #audiodrama

[detectivefable]

Detective Conan Fairytale/Fantasy AU ✨

I’ve been thinking of a fantasy themed version of this story that keeps most of the original elements. The setting would be similar to a fairy tale fantasy, and have similar DND world building. The younger characters go to academies that teach magic, fighting, and general education.

Basic Setup:

Shinichi starts to gain popularity for helping out the city’s Knights with tough criminal cases they run into. Shinichi and Ran are students at the city’s academy, and since she wins first place at the knights tournament, he takes her to a special festival to celebrate.

Similar to the original story, he follows the mysterious Black Org men into the woods that appear to be fae messing with humans. He is hit from behind and fed a potion/is cursed with a spell that turns him small versus killing him in a cleaner way that hides their tracks. He goes to get Agasa’s help who is a local genius Wizard/Warlock, who does not initially recognize him as Shinichi due to the strength and complexity of the curse. Shinichi ends up staying Ran and her father, hoping that is private merc/detective business will help get him encounter the mysterious men again. The agency is also probably located on top of a pub that Kogoro frequents too much.

Black Org – Dark fae group that is more malicious against humans, could honestly also be a dark magic witch type cult, but the fae bit does add another element of  creepy mystery that I like…and I like fae stuff. Definitely would have a lot of raven elements weaved into their design. Would be maybe part of the Unseelie Court and the “Boss” Shinichi is trying to bring down is perhaps the king of the court?

Shinichi – More of a smart scholar/strategist that helps out the local knight/guard groups with tougher cases. Could also be a bit of a bard with his violin skills (similar to Raine from Owl House is how I picture that). Would also have basic fighting skills, but would rely on spells Agasa develops in order to make up for his shortcomings.

Ran – Childhood friend of Shinichi and student who is also taking Knight courses. Could also be a fighter type, but I like the idea of her just being hot in armor (and of course she could still kick Shinichi’s ass and he’s into that). Despite being super tough, still switches to dress in cute clothing. She worries that Shinichi might have been spirited away by the fae, or crossed a powerful magical being, but Shinichi is able to eventually get in contact with her with some sending spells/rocks to communicate. Hides who he is from Ran since she’d go in sword blazing to help him out and wants to protect her from his trouble. Is unsure of Ran’s feelings at the beginning of the story, but fantasizes about actually courting her.

Agasa – Kind local Wizard who comes up with experimental spells. Knew Shinichi and Ran when growing up.

Kogoro – Ran’s father who used to work with the city’s knight force, but is in a private mercenary/detective business.

Sonoko – The daughter of the wealthiest merchant (or potentially even a princess which would be fun). Friends with Ran and can hold the occasional masquerade that forces Shinichi and Ran together (the Knight/Princess bit would be a fun thing to be at one of her parties). Also goes to the academy despite her wealth/status. Does the general education track and is not a fighter type, she’s mostly here to be social still. Is enamored with a mysterious thief.

Detective Boys – Local kids who go on small adventures with Conan/Agasa and run into trouble along the way. Agasa might teach them fun spells or things about the fantasy world. In the first school of the city’s Academy.

Heiji – from another city who gets similar fame to Shinichi and comes to challenge him in the same way. Tries and fails to use a glamor spell to be Shinichi one time and is better the next XD Kazuha thinks he’s having an affair with someone he keeps contacting secretly through a sending stone.

Ai – Is a witch & changeling who was taken when she was young and forced to work with the BO until she escapes. She developed the complex spell/potion, and is working with Agasa to make the antidote. The purely scholar type still.

Police Agency – Pretty much the Knights/Captains leading investigations on local spells gone awry, thefts, murder cases, etc…

FBI/CIA groups – could also be another fae group like the Seelie court or another witch coven that works to get the BO taken down. Those that go undercover like Akai/Rei and in the BO are using illusion/glamor spells to help mask their true intent.

Kazuha – fighter type, goes to the local academy with Heiji.

Makoto – still a lovable himbo but a skilled knight/swordsman in this world, starts to court Sonoko after introduced.

Yoko Ono – another funny thing would be if she is even the Princess in this world and Kogoro also still over idolizes her XD

- MK crew - 

Kaito – He goes to an academy in his local city, but also does magic trick street performances. Bit of a rogue type and also still does the phantom thief bit with the City’s Knight Captain Nakamori. I think whether he knows real spells in this world can go either way. His white suit would look more wizard-y/fantasy esque.

Aoko – Friends with Kaito, a regular student who still hates criminals that make her dad look bad.

Akako – still a witch that does black magic, the aesthetic just matches this world more and it’s likely no one realizes how powerful she is like in MK.

annddd this is where I need to pause doodling until I finish some other things I need to do. Separately I might split off a magic academy AU with Owl House/Little Witch Academia vibes 😂

 I’m sure there are folks here that have cool ideas for a setting like this as well and I want to hear them! >:D 

#dcmk #detective conan #shinichi #ran #case closed #Fantasy AU #magic kaito #sonoko #ai haibara #agasa #detective boys #heiji #hattori heiji #kazuha #kaito #makoto #AU #black organization #ran mouri #shinran #shinichi kudo #conan edogawa #Fairytales AU #my art

[generic-whumperz]

The Aid Masterlist

Cover pics sourced from Pinterest

(18+, MINORS DNI!)

Bad summary (I suck at these): Set in the near future, an ability wielding telepathic-empathic 18-year-old sells himself into high-class slavery to support his family and to escape the wrath of an impeding Regime that has overthrown the US government, as well as avoid the growing numbers of the ravenous blood-thirsty hoards of afflicted. Stripped of his name, The Aid serves under a Southern Californian socialite, Madame Eleanor, the prestigious Sullivan family matriarch, for five years before being given to her Sadistic Son, Wyatt, after her untimely death. He now must fight for survival in a war-torn world and rediscover who he is, and hopefully, he’ll make a friend or two along the way.

What you can expect: A long, slow-burn type story with undertones of family war-time drama, multiple POVs (in the works), multiple parts, and Whumping of all kinds. Too many themes and lots of insane shit. This story is the first of many in my chaotically crafted BBU-inspired original AU (although it is very different). It’s a bit of a mess rn, I’m figuring it out as I go along and it’ll all tie in and make sense eventually. And oops this may turn into a “multiple book” situation. Oh I’m sorry, you wanted a simple whump story? Too bad, take a never-ending series instead!

General vibes: post-apocalypse desert horror meets torture den meets psychedelic 60s and mid-centruy modern aesthetics (plus a lot more other shit that will come in wayyyyy down the road).

General content warnings:

This is a heavier story with little to no comfort and constant levels of hurt (physical and emotional), including NSFW themes, heed any TWs & CWs listed at the beginning of each part! This is not a happy story (at least right now and in the near future, but he will have a happy-ish ending I promise), if you want something nice n’ fluffy, this isn't it!

*Not all of these themes are explored yet, but they will be. I’m trying not to give away spoilers while also being upfront by what to expect here.

20+ year age gap between Whumpee & Whumper

Former (elderly) lady Whumper (dies at 73)

Institutionalized slavery in a post-war/ post-apocalyptic AU

Culty & conspiratorial religious extremism (not the main focus of this story, but it’s there in the background and connected to above bullet point)

Cannibalism (the “afflicted” are basically stand-ins for zombies)

Non-con & dub-con (varying degrees of each, anything explicit will be marked as such!)

Red room whumping (working up to it, this feels like a spoiler)

Addiction & substance abuse + general use & mentions (prescription & illicit drugs, alcohol, gambling, porn), + noncon drugging

Caretaker turned Whumpee (“Caretaker” as in literal caregiver)

Sadistic/creepy/intimate/verbally and mentally abusive Whumper

Death threats, attempted murder, and murder

Discussions of mental health including suicidal ideation

Multiple Whumpers (& eventually multiple Whumpees— wow this also feels like a spoiler)

Long-term captivity, and conditioning— I’m talking 5 + 4ish more years (but this does not mean the MC is completely helpless and always compliant and doesn’t snap back!)

Medical & lab whump (this is probably more medical malpractice and just bad healthcare, but there’s some experimental drugging!)

Starvation & subsequent issues with food

Manipulation/ emotional whump

Defiant & angsty Whumpee(s)

Paranormal encounters

Family trauma & drama

Idk what to call this, but MC has some special abilities but it’s not necessarily magic. I wouldn’t consider this magic or fantasy whump by any means and the story does not revolve exclusively around this, although it plays a personal part for MC.

The lists below will be continuously updated when I have new stuff to add! I know it ain't much yet, but I'm workin' on it! :)

Part 1: Out from Under

Prologue (Meet The Whumper)

Chapter 1: Pump It (Louder!)

Chapter 2: Belligerance

Chapter 3: Say My Name

Chapter 4: One Step Closer

Chapter 5: Part 1, Part 2

Chapter 6: Stranger to Myself

(NSFW)Chapter 7: Sicko Fantasies & Haunting Memories

Chapter 8: Reflections

Polls:

Pick a sleep paralysis entity/being to haunt The Aid!

Art:

Bad Procreate Portrait! +Backstory

Lashings

Basement Dayz

Other:

"Life Before" Backstory ask

OC in 3 (Aid vibe pics, visual references)

#The Aid masterlist #the aid #whump writing #oc whump #oc whump fic #oc fic #whump blog #whump fic #whump story #whump masterlist #Wyatt Sullivan #caretaker turned whumpee #noncon whump #tw noncon #whumpee x whumper #alcoholic whumper #tw alcohol #tw alchoholism #creepy whumper #intimate whumper

[genz420]

The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 3: The Velaryon Bastards.

Previous Part - Next Part 

132 AC - Dragon Stone

Visenya hates Dragonstone. She hates how her mother so easily married Daemon after the death of her father, how Daemon has tried to replace him, and how Jace and Luke refuse to speak his name.

In Dragonstone Visenya feels truly alone. Sad. Angry.

The only part of her day that she would look forward to was dragon riding and training. Not being kept in the dragonpit has let Morghon grow, bigger than Meleys and probably even Vhagar. The black dragon was faster than Caraxes and Visenya's brother dragons. Morghon was made for war, yet he and Visenya were stuck on Dragonstone. Daemon had taken a great interest in Visenya's sword training, oftentimes he would watch as she would knock the boys down and even defeat the training instructor. After that Daemon insisted that he be the one who handles her training sessions, Visenya was not happy about that but knew that if she wanted to be better then learning from Daemon would be the smart thing to do. But Visenya had drawn a line when Daemon gave her the opportunity of flying lesions.

In the 7 years spent at Dragonstone Visenya had not warmed up to Daemon at all, the childish fear she once had for him gone and replaced with a burning fire of hate and anger. The death of her father was not talked about but as Visenya grew she knew that Daemon and her mother had to have a role in it and that the gods did not favour them that much.

Visenya had grown into a true Targaryen. She stood tall at 5’6, her arms and shoulders big from her year's training with her sword, her legs and thighs also muscular from the amount of time she rode on dragon back, the baby fat around her neck had gone away and left a scarp jawline, her white hair was often pulled back away from her face and left unbraided since her fathers passing, a three-headed dragon pin placed with care each morning in the top of her hair, a scar sits on her lips from that fateful night and Visenya had gained a few more scars during the 7 years, the once happy purple eyes of the princess had turned cold and dark, and the only time Visenya could be smiling was when she and Morghon flew through the sky or even she would tell her brother Joffery stories about the knights of the 7 realms. Visenya looks like Daemon physically and she hates that most about herself.

The top of her hands would always be stretched raw, a bad habit she had picked up when she was still young. Rhaenyra had tried to stop the habit when it was still new but she had failed, Visenya hardly speak to Rhaenyra anymore. The daughter that she loves so much had strayed away from her.

Visenya missed the time her family had spent in King’s Landing, she missed listing to Helaena talk about her creepy crawly things, spending time with her grandsire, and watching as Ser Harrold trained with the Kingsguard, but most of all she missed him.

For the first 4 years, Visenya and Aemond had sent Ravens to each other and would often sneak away at night and fly their dragons together but when Queen Alicent found out about her son leaving the castle she made the dragon keepers lock Vhagar away at night to prevent the two from seeing each other. But they kept sending letters to one another, that was until Aemond stopped writing back. The one person who promised to be there for Visenya had left her.

Visenya sat across from her mother at the end of the dinner table, with Daemon at her mother's side, a tradition Rhaenyra and Daemon had made was that the family would eat dinner together. Visenya sometimes enjoyed these dinners listing to her brothers bicker with each other and the dinners had become easier when Rheana had moved to Dragonstone.

Visenya focuses on her place, more interred in making a pattern with her carrots than listening to the conversation that was being had at the table, but as Rhaena kicks Visenya's leg under the table she realizes that someone had said something to her.

“What?” Visenya looks at her mother and Daemon who are both watching her.

“Every day more and more Lords send in offers for your hand in marriage Visenya,” Daemon tells her, this was not the first time the topic is Visenya's hand has come up. Just like her mother Visenya was determined to make it as difficult as she could when the topic of her hand came up. Daemon and Visenya stare each other down, both letting their pride and egos speak.

“Many of them are honourable houses. House Tyrell, House Bracken, House Dane, and even House Baratheon are just someone of the houses that have shown interest,” Rhaenrya speaks up, knowing that if she does not calm the situation down one of them would do something they would regret later. Rhaenyra grabs onto Daemon's arm, pulling his attention away from their daughter.

“Mother, what happened to your promise to let me choose who I marry?”

“Daemon and I simply want you to understand that you have lots of choices,” Rhaenyra reassures Visenya. She knows that her daughter was hanging on by a thread, that one wrong word and Visenya would leave Dragonstone, and while she and Visenya had not been close the past few years she still loves her daughter.

“All those lords want me for is my cunt and then I can dragons offer them,” Visenya mutters out, loud enough for the table to hear.

“Visenya watch your word when the children are at the table!” Rhaenyra scolds her daughter.

Visenya looks to Joffery, who has claimed the sit beside Visenya. Visenya lets a smile creep onto her face as Joffery lets out a giggle at the naughty word his sister had said.

Looks down at her plate, hands held in her lap. Neils dipping into her hand as she clenches her jaw and drags them along her hand. Visenya wants to leave. She wants out of the room that seemed to be closing in on her. She wants him.

“What of the rebellion in the Iron Island, are they really going to try and rebel against the crown?” Jace asks Daemon, wanting to show his stepfather that he had been paying attention to the talks they would have. After the death of Ser Harwin and Ser Laenor, Jace chased after the approval of Daemon, trying to gain his love and praise.

Daemon looks from Jace to Visenya, Daemon had been trying to keep the topic of the rebellion quiet around Visenya. Knowing how alike they were she would do something stupid, he knows that because he would do the same if he was Visenyas age. Daemon lets out a sigh as Visenya's eyes snap up from her lap and to her brother after hearing his words.

The conversations at the table split, Jace and their mother talking about his Velaryon less, Luke, Rheana, and Joffery talking amounts themself, Visenya turns her eyes back to her plate and keeps her now bloodied hands tucked away in her lap, and Daemon watches as the gears turn in her head.

The family remains peaceful, that was until the servants clear away their plants and Visenya stands up from her chair. Holding her hands behind her back and looks around the table until they land on her mother.

“I have been sending ravens with my grandmother the Princess Rhaenys and even with the company of Baela, she is lonely with Lord Corlys gone. I wish to have your permission to leave for Driftmark, I would not stay long,” Visenya asks her mother, not breaking the eye contact they held. Rhaenyra sees a silent plea in Visenya's eyes and she slowly nods.

“I think that is a wonderful idea Visenya, I know how much you love visiting Driftmark,” Rhaenyra agrees with her and Rhaenyra knows she had made the right choice when a true smile across her face.

Visenya had reused to even fly over the island. Dragonstone was even too close to her. She has no reason to go back there, she does miss her grandmother and grandfather but the memories that Visenya has on the island were too much for her to consider stepping foot back there.

“I would also like to leave tonight if that is possible. I would simply ride Morghon over,” Visenya asks, biting her lower lip. She needs to leave as soon as she can. Rhaenyra nods to her daughter and Visenya rushes to her mother, kissing her cheek and thanking her. Visenya was quick to leave the room after, rushing to her chambers.

That was the first time Visenya had touched her mother since Laenor died.

– –

Visenya runs down the steps of Dragonstone, one of her hands firmly placed on the handle of her sword and the other one gripping the bag she had shoved full of shirts and pants. As Visenya gets to the bottom of the stairs, she begins she walks to where the dragons sleep but a firm hand grabs her arm and yanks her back. Visenya was quick to draw her sword and hold it up to the person who had grabbed her but stops when she realises who it is.

“What are you doing here, Prince Daemon,” Visenya asks as she sheaths her sword, trying to pull her arm out of his grip but he keeps his hold strong.

“I saw the way your eye lit up when Jace mentioned the Iron Islands. Not to mention you have refused to go to Dirftmark since the death of-” Daemon begins to comfort his daughter but is cut off.

“Don’t you care to speak my father's name, I will not have you soil his memories with your vile tongue,” Visenya intercepts Daemon as she steps towards him. She would defend her father's name till her dying breath.

“He is not your real father Visenya,” Daemon whispers to her.

They had never talked about this before, but both knew the truth. Visenya shakes her head, closes her eyes, and clenches her jaw together. Visenya knows the truth, that Laenor was not her father, that she was not his blood but did hold his name. That’s all that matters. In the history books, she would be known as Visenya Velayron. She takes in a deep breath and looks up at Daemon.

“He might have been my father by blood but he was the father that taught me all the things I love most in the world. He was the one who taught me how to ride my dragon, who taught my how to hold a sword, how to speak Velayrian, and how to braid my hair. I am going to the iron island and I am going to put an end to their so-called rebellion,” Visenya deicides and she pulls her arm out of his grip, turning away from him and towards the dragons.

“Then I will come with you to keep you safe,” Daemon tries to reason, even if Visenya's words cut him deep he still loves her. She was the best part of Rhaenrya and the worst part of him. Daemon swears to all the gods of Valyria, the old and new olds of Westeros, and even the faceless god, he would protect Visenya no matter what.

“I am going to the Iron Islands alone and I can only hope that I die and am returned with my father,” Visenya tells Daemon not turning to him to tell him, she keeps waking and in the distance the sounds of Morghon waking up as he felt his rider grow closer.

“Visenya you do not want to die and I am coming with you whether you agree to it or not,” Daemon was not going to allow her to go alone, she has never seen a real fight and even if she was better with a sword then him the battlefield was not the same as the training grounds.

Daemon tries to grab onto Visenya's arm again but Morghon had felt Visenya's anger and as Daemon's hand makes contact with Visenya, Morghon lets out a roar at Daemon. Morghon had grown beyond any of the dragons of the Targaryen, rivalling Vhagar. His scales are black as the night sky with dark purple, almost black, scales that run along his back, neck, underbelly, and wings. His eyes match the red gems in Visenya's sword. The dragon and its rider match each other, the two of them have a sense of authority, power, and control that Daemon had never seen in a pair. The sound and wind from it knock Daemon back and onto the ground, Morghon opens his mouth and the sound of the fire rising in the dragon through scares the prince. Morghon's mouth snaps shut as Visenya rests her hand on the side of his face, pulling away from Daemon Morghon stays close behind Visenya, ready to burn Daemon if he gets too close to her.

“I would rather be Aegon's second wife than spend another moment with the man who planned my father's murder. You are nothing more than the man who married my mother Daemon, I do not care if I am your bastard, I will never call you father,” Visenya tells Daemon, she turns and makes her way to Morghon lowered back but she stops and turns back to Daemon.

“And I want you to know Daemon that if I even catch sight of any dragons I will throw myself on my own sword. And just like my father's death, it will be on your hands,” She tells him.

– –

Visenya and Morghon had stopped their journey to the Iron Island quite early. Visenya sat atop her dragon, watching King’s Landing. She was on Rhaenys Hill, the dragonpit to her right. Visenya could get off her dragon. Not go to the Iron Islands. She could see her Aemond again. But it had been years since the two had seen each other.

What if he had grown up to be like Aegon?

What if he blamed her for the loss of his eye?

What if the Queen found her and let the anger she left toward Rhaenrya out on her?

What if it was a mistake leaving Dragonstone?

What if it was a mistake the words she had said to Daemon?

What if Aemond did not ache to see her as she did him?

With one last look to the Red Keep, Visenya commands Morghon to fly and the pair take off towards the west.

– –

Aemond was sitting on the balcony of his room, a book of high Valyrian in his lap and his eye patch thrown on top of the book. Aemonds head was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, the cold breeze from Blackwater bay reminds him of her.

As does Valyrian.

As does his training lesions.

As does the laughter of the ladies of the court.

As does the dragonpit.

Everything thing reminds him of Visenya.

If were up to Aemond he would have flown Vhagar to Dragonstone years ago but in his absence, no one would be there to protect Helaena, her children, his mother, and the king. The Queen and the hand had made it clear to Aemond that he was not to see Visenya or any of Rhaenya's children after what happened at Driftmark, and when his mother found out that he and Visenya were going on dragon rides together she treated him as she did Aegon. She had also forbidden Aemond from sending his letters, burning one when he had tried to bribe one of the Kingsguard to send it for him. So now the letters sat unsent on his bedside table.

Aemond would give his other eye to just be in the presence of her once again.

The harsh and unmistakable wind of dragon wings pulls Aemond out of his daze. His mother would never let Helaena or Aegon go flying at this time of night. Aemond quickly gets out of his and looks around the dark night sky, trying to see what relative had just paid him a visit. As his eye darts around the sky, the only thing he can spot is a head of white hair. Only one person had a black dragon and white hair.

“Visenya,” Aemond breathes out.

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond Targaryen x velaryon oc #daughter of Rhaenyra #daughter of daemon #house of the dragon

[hostess-of-horror]

I've been thinking about Dahlia a lot recently, mainly her headcanon voice and overall surface-level personality, but a lot of it isn't set in stone as of right now. So, instead of just waiting until I come up with a definite idea, I'll post it here:

Dahlia's headcanon voice is one I can't really decide on terms of a specifics, but it's basically that "Stereotypical Goth Girl" voice kind you would find on a cartoon. The voices I've found are: Raven from Teen Titans...

Thorn, lead singer of The Hex Girls, from Scooby Doo...

Ember McClain from Danny Phantom...

And Creepie from Growing Up Creepie.

As for her personality, Dahlia is definitely the "Perky Goth" - a subversion of the "All Goths are Mopey" trope. She's right up there with Abby from NCIS and Death from The Sandman series.

I was also thinking about her relationship with Phantom, which is more like a "fan/celebrity" kind of deal without the power imbalance since both are adults and Dahlia is a director in the Space Opera Network.

She has had some romantic experiences before her arrival, most of which weren't so great. Long story short, Dahlia was basically neglected by her ex and was left behind because she was "scary." This led to her struggling with having feelings for Phantom due to her believing that she's too weird/creepy and that she isn't "supposed" to have such emotions.

Phantom, however, doesn't see that. Despite her appearance, her films, and her obsession with gore effects, he can see clearly that Dahlia is a genuine sweetheart and a visionary. This causes conflict within himself due to his massive ego, needing to be The Best out of literally everyone around him. His narcissistic tendencies begins to diminish once he's with her, realizing that she's a game he cannot win.

Both Dahlia and Phantom have worked together, usually with Dahlia being the director and Phantom as the main star of her films. They have both created numerous works, such as "Opening Night: Tales of Death", "Murder at Malaria Manor", "The Mad Lover", and "From Darkness He Sang".

Both are very romantic - Phantom is obvious but Dahlia can be described as a hopeless romantic of sorts. She fancies the more old-fashioned and rather morbid kind of romance. The kind where kisses are delicately placed on the hand (and fangs on necks), date nights inside cemeteries, and lovely handwritten poems are told underneath the full moon.

#OC: Dahlia #my OC #mario rabbids #mario + rabbids #rayman dlc #rayman in the phantom show #rayman in the Phantom Show dlc #Phantom Show DLC #oc x canon #phantom of the bwahpera #phantom #tom phan #headcanons #headcanon voices

[runawaycarouselhorse]

"Arabs think of animals as mindless" is such a racist and stupid thing of you to say. You are just projecting your own thoughts about animals It has nothing to do with the Arab's view, you just think they're mindless that's why you couldn't name any. We love animals and they're not brainless or dumb. Stop making Arabs look bad!

I am Arab and if you actually study Arabic language, animals are غير عاقل literally “without mind.” It upset me a lot in school, but this is literally Arabic grammar.

It shows how you can’t back up your own statements because you cowardly hid behind anon.

I don’t think that at all!! I always loved animals and anyone who knows me knows I’m a huge animal lover, that’s why I got so upset and defended them to my kindergarten teacher.

It’s very, very common for Arabs to think of all animals as “dirty,” unfortunately, so many hate keeping pets, with sliiight exception for cats. Many Arab boys make a game of hitting animals with stones in the streets. It’s cruel and sad, but true.

Did you actually grow up in the Arabian Gulf/Khaleej like me or not?! Especially in more suburban or even rural areas.

Have you even gone to school here and not seen how many schoolgirls scatter in fear and disgust if a cat wanders near, breaking up morning assembly?

Also, owls are literally seen as creepy or associated with witches by Arabs, many even associate it with bad luck, the “wise owl” concept only reached via Greek/Roman mythology and western concepts.

You didn’t mention a single example that is used in any common phrase as a symbol of wisdom, because none exist traditionally.

Even the raven/crow which taught us to bury our dead in the Quran is traditionally hated and associated only with death, despite its great intelligence, sense of justice (they have courts and enact punishment on those who commit crimes!), visit its elderly parents, and is loyal to its mate life-long, most people do not know this.

#wild only on tumblr dot com moments #If you actually grew up here you’d know #Saudi Arabia #Arabic #replies #anonymous #racist against…. myself????