#hellraiser look inspiration

[transprince]

Dont wear a leg harness unless youre prepared to be very cautious when u sit down

#im so ready for the bitchy looks coming my way. #going to town which means a lot of uh. conservative old ladies. #i wish i could post outfits but i also like. #value my internet safety #just know i look like barbie wanted a hellraiser inspired outfit #or maybe more of an aeon flux number

[monzabee]

what you do to me – lh44 (+18)

masterlist

Summary: The one where Lewis returns home to you – the one thing he desperately wants, but won't let himself have completely.

Pairing: lewis hamilton x fwb!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: angst, feelings, friends with benefits relationship, smut!, slight choking, unprotected sex (wrap your willy, don’t be silly!), slight manhandling?, pwp, minors dni!!

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! my boyfriend forced me to watch hellraiser the other day, and there was this one scene that i could just not thinking about so i wanted to write something inspired by it, and who better to write it about than sir lewis hamilton?? also, i reaaaallly wanted to write a friends with benefits thing and it was so much fun, i honestly wasn’t expecting. the title of this fic is actually a john legend song that i love and i think it fits the vibes for this fic, so please feel free to give it a listen if you're interested! i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

It’s a shame Lewis doesn’t spend more time in his Monte Carlo penthouse during the season because it’s a space he enjoys spending time in so much. He doesn’t mind being alone in his home – if anything, it’s refreshing after spending so much time being the focal point of so many cameras during the season. Also, technically, he is not alone he supposes; he has Roscoe to keep him company when he’s home, after all.

Coming home from a successful season is rewarding, he feels as if he’s deserved the rest he looks forward to. On the other hand, coming home from a not-so-successful season? Well he feels like shit – both mentally and physically. That is not to say that he doesn’t appreciate the time off, though, he is more than happy to not drive for weeks and just enjoy the winter break. Coming home is also always kind of bittersweet. He catches up with some of his friends he didn’t have time for during the season, his family who always support him through thick and thin, but most importantly he tries to make time for you and your… well, arrangement.

He knows something is wrong the minute you reply to his text about him being home. A simple okay is not a response he is used to getting from you. Alas, he shakes off the unease and chalks it up to a hectic day on your end. The pitter patter of Roscoe’s paws on the hardwood floors is enough to distract him from the situation, given the fact that the puppy is impatient for his dinner and is looking at the driver with pleading eyes.

“Okay ‘Coe,” he mumbles as he motions the kitchen with his head, “let’s go.”

The way Roscoe wobbles towards the kitchen brings a small smile to Lewis’ face even though he is still hung up on your answer. After he’s done feeding the puppy, he decides to grab a quick shower to ease the tiredness that comes from a long travel day. The hot water cascading down from the rainfall shower does a good job of taking care of his sore muscles, and he is more than happy to stay under the warm water if it means the soreness will go away. That is until he hears banging coming from his front door. He has every intention of just ignoring the person on the other side of the door; however, as the knocks get more and more persistent, he gets out of the shower with a groan. Wrapping a towel around his hips, he marches towards the front door, and looks through the peephole only to end up opening the door quicker than he would’ve liked.

His voice is confused as he mumbles out, “Lovey?” But you just straighten up from your position of leaning against the wall and throw your bag on the floor as you push your way through his apartment and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug. He doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches as you attempt to hide yourself in the crook of his neck, and he is not sure what he’s supposed to do with his hands for a moment. “Hey,” he calls out softly, “what’s wrong?”

You pull back slightly to look into his worried eyes, “Just kiss me.” Your voice comes out somewhere between a whisper and a sob, and you can see the hesitation in Lewis’ eyes, but you just pull him towards you as you press a soft kiss on his lips, “Please.”

“What happened?” He tries once again to get an answer from you, but you shut down his attempt as you press your lips against his once more, more assertive this time. And who is he to deny you your wishes? So, like the perfect gentleman he is, he reciprocates your kiss with a one of his own as he wraps his arms around you to signal you to jump. Thankfully, you are so tuned with each other that you end up jumping up anyway, and he picks you up as you wrap your legs around his hips. Closing the door, he starts walking back towards his bedroom as your lips start moving more frantically against his own. “Slow down,” he warns, pulling back to give both of you a chance to breathe, “we have all night.”

Whining at the loss of contact from his lips, and you let your dissatisfaction known by attempting to roll your hips against his bare stomach, “Don’t wanna.” There’s still a lingering sob in your voice, but it is more reflective of the neediness you feel now that you have him between your arms – and legs. Lewis lets his hands roam down towards your ass to give you a warning squeeze – a one, maybe you would’ve been threatened by it if you weren’t so lost in him at the moment. You try your best to ignore the look he gives you, one filled with sternness; so instead, you move your lips downwards towards Lewis’ neck with another roll of your hips. “I missed you.”

He stills the movement of your hips as he simultaneously releases an appreciative groan at the way your lips feel on his skin. “I missed you too, lovey.” He is careful as he approaches his bed and sits down on the plush mattress with you still in his arms. Wrapping a hand around your hair to tilt your head back so he can look into your eyes again, he attempts to keep himself from becoming hard from the mere prospect of you wrapping your body around his. His eyes search yours for answers as to your sour mood, “Tell me what’s wrong, bad day?”

“Try bad month,” you scoff, letting your hands slide over his, somehow, still damp torso. “You weren’t here,” you explain as you free yourself from his hold on your hair and take off your sweatshirt, “don’t wan’ to talk about it.”

“Well, I’m here now.” A sudden realisation that you are not wearing anything under your top comes to Lewis, and he has to mentally restrain himself from doing something rash. “Not wearing a bra?” He asks, one of his eyebrows raised.

You let out a confirming hum, “Not wearing any underwear either.” Giving him an innocent smile at the groan he gets out, you shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, “Thought they’d get in the way.” His hands feel warm on your bare skin as he drags them up on your body to gently cup your exposed breasts, causing you to brace yourself by hanging onto his shoulder for support. Whining as you feel his thumb make contact with your sensitive nipple, you decide to pull him in for another kiss, mumbling a breathy, “Kiss me,” against his lips. 

He obliges your request, of course, but he doesn’t let you control the kiss like you would’ve liked to. Instead, he stops the kiss by gently biting down on your lip before you can deepen it. With a small pat to your hip, he mumbles, “Get up, let me see you.” The look he gives you is just so full of adoration that you have no other choice to get up from his lap with the slowest moves you can muster. His eyes never leave you when you take a step back so that he can see you, all of you, and with the small nod he gives you, you begin taking off your leggings and shoes. That’s the thing about Lewis – for someone who is in the spotlight most of their time, he loves watching. And it is not only limited to the bedroom, you realise, he watches you even when you are doing mundane things together, like grocery shopping or walking Roscoe, domestic things that couples do together. But you can’t think about that, no, because both of you agreed that this was only physical and nothing more. Shaking the thoughts away, you straighten up from your bent position only to find Lewis looking you with a much darker look in his eyes. He’s dangerous, when he looks like that, you realise, he could break you into pieces with just his words, and the worst part is that you’d absolutely let him. “Pretty girl,” he whispers into the distance between you, and you take the hand he extends towards you for him to pull you against himself. The feeling of his lips on your skin almost feel feverish, and you find yourself releasing a gasp. “You’re the prettiest girl ever, lovey.”

“Lewis,” you brokenly whisper, your voice would be bordering on whiny with all the neediness that comes with it, “please, I need you.” The pleading look you give him is vulnerable, if not desperate.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against your skin, his lips leaving another open-mouthed kiss, this time closer to your lower belly. His voice does a good job of soothing your erratic mind, his arms envelope you as he promises, “Whatever it is I’m here now, tell me what you want.”

He does a good job of putting you on the spot, you think, but unlike your usual self, you don’t have the patience for teasing tonight. “I want you to fuck me,” your voice comes off stronger than before, but it wavers as you also add, “please.” The last word brings a small smirk to Lewis’ face, and you let out a shriek as he quickly throws you onto the bed. “You almost scared me to death,” you complain, pushing out your lower lip in a pout.

“You’ll be fine,” he lets out a breathy laugh while quickly getting rid of the towel still, miraculously, hanging on his hips. The smirk on his face grows as he watches you shamelessly checking him out, but he never breaks his gaze from yours when your eyes meet as he wraps a hand around his cock to jerk himself for a few times. You spread your legs to accommodate his body as he leans over your lying figure by using his free arm as support. Rubbing the tip of his cock through your slick slit a few times, you can feel his breathy chuckle hit your skin while his lips run over your jaw to leave small kisses. “You’re so wet for me,” he mumbles, and the whimper that leaves your lips when he makes a point to rub his tip over your clit wins another chuckle, “you’re gonna be good for me?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumble as you nod frantically, “yes Lu, I’m gonna be good, I promise. Please, just fuck me.” You try to tempt him by wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him closer – either you are successful and he gives in, or he is just as desperate to get inside you as you are desperate to feeling him because he complies with your movements as he nudges the tip of his cock into you in a slow push forward. The stretch is burning every single time, and usually he gives you enough time to accommodate his size before proceeding to fuck your brains out. But this time, he doesn’t waste any time as he pushes himself fully into you until he’s buried inside you to the hilt. The gasp you begin to let out turns into a silent scream as the feeling of being full consumes you, “Fuck, Lewis–”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothes you through the initial pain, “you’re alright, just breathe th for a bit.” And you do what he tells you to because… well, you know he won’t do anything to hurt you. He brings his free hand towards your face to cup your cheek, which you respond by turning your head towards the warmness. “Tell me when the pain goes away,” he whispers against your skin – he finds he absolutely loves the way your skin flushes every single time he fucks you, and the thought makes him freeze for a second. Love? That is not something he should be thinking about, not especially when he’s buried inside you, because you both agreed–

Deciding to respond wordlessly, you press a soft kiss in the middle of Lewis’ palm, whilst also attempting to roll your hips, but then whining because of the additional pressure, “Please, Lewis, please move.”

That must’ve done the job of breaking Lewis out of whatever trance he was in, because once he hears your whiny voice pleading him to move, he starts thrusting his hip in and out of you in a rhythm that simply leaves you breathless in mere seconds. It’s the stress of the season, you think to yourself, but Lewis’ movements just get faster and deeper until he hits that one spot inside you that makes your whines turn into a scream and has you arching into him. You can’t see his reaction with your eyes fluttered close, but he stills his movements for a few moments as he looks at you as if you’re the most precious thing in his life. He waits until your erratic breathing to get back to normal before he starts rolling his hips against yours again, but this time the tempo he adopts is much slower, sensual, and almost… too intimate for it to only be considered physical between the two of you.

Your eyes flutter open as you look at him with confusion, “Wha– What are you–?” But he only cuts you off by pressing his lips against you to swallow your question in a kiss. The slower tempo is surprisingly more pleasurable then his usual style that you’ve dubbed fast and furious, and every time his hips roll at a certain angle, he brushes your clit in a way that makes your feet curl in pleasure.

He is breathless when he pulls away from the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, but then again, so are you. The way he seems to gaze into your eyes make your breath hitch, and if you thought that was Lewis showing his emotions, he decides to put them into words. “So good for me, lovey,” he moans, yes moans because one thing you’ve learned from the start is that real men moan, “you were made for me, weren’t you?” His accent gets thicker, which is a tell that he’s getting there, but he won’t let himself come before he makes sure you’re taken care of. “Look at how you’re taking me, reckon I can feel myself if I place my hand on your belly?” It makes him laugh when you whine as you attempt to slither your hand towards your stomach to test his theory, but one deep stroke of his hips and your arms envelope them around his shoulders to use him as a support. “Perfect, you’re just perfect for me, hm? My perfect, pretty, little girl.”

“Please,” you whimper out, the tears that form in the corner of your eyes threatening to fall, “I’m so close.” It’s been such an emotional day, and a shitty month that all you wanted was to be consumed by him –  and now that you have him in your arms, acting like you are more than just two friends who use each other for something so trivial and human as urges, you don’t want to let him go. Especially not when he makes you feel like you could love him for the rest of your life. Even if just the thought of it is enough to make your heart race. Needless to say, the sob you let out is unexpected on both of your ends, and you know he’s about to stop when he slows down even more, but you give him a stern look through your tears, “Don’t you dare stop.” You moan, loud enough for his neighbours downstairs to hear, once he picks up the pace again, but it’s still slow enough for it to be considered love making and not fucking by both of your standards.

He knows you’re close when your walls start clenching around him, which makes it much harder for him to compose himself. So, being the perfect gentleman he is, he starts rubbing your clit with one of his hands, his fingers work hard to bring you even more pleasure. He watches in amazement as you trash around under his body and as your whimpers and moans get louder gradually – until you are coming undone around him, starting to sob because of the pressure gets released in your tummy, that is. His hips still continue their languid movements, just like the faster movement of his fingers, as he fucks you through your release, mumbling sweet nothings and encouragements into your ear. Lewis does his best to kiss the tears that escape from your eyes, his breath fanning over your feverish skin.

“So good,” your moans get softer as you get calmer after a while, though your voice is still scratchy, “wanna feel you more, Lu.” Sliding your hand between your bodies to take his hand away from your clit, the loss of his touch makes you whine softly and he watches you in confusion while still continuing his movements slowly, but you see the way his eyes light up with a dark look when you wrap his fingers around your throat, and thankfully he understands the message as he tightens his hold just the way you like it. “Yeah, just like that,” you moan, encouraging him to pick up the pace. This time, it’s your turn to whisper praises riddled with encouragement, and you know it gets to him, because every single stroke his hips deliver end up making him fill you more and more, as if that was possible. The sobs coming from your lips transform into ones of pleasure, bringing Lewis closer and closer to his release.

“Look at me,” his voice is sharp, and it makes you immediately fix your eyes on his. There is an immense sense of wanting to please him, or rather make him proud within you, and he rewards you with a burning kiss that leaves you panting and wanting more as he spills himself into you. As he pulls away to moan out your name, his thumb dragging down your bottom lip. You gently bite down on his thumb while you manage to get out a satisfied moan, eyes closing ever so slightly as you feel him spill into you, and he keeps pulling you even closer to himself when he lets his body fall next to yours.

You have no idea how he manages to still stay inside you, but you can feel his lips pressing gentle kisses across your hairline, and brushing away the sweaty strands. “You feel better now, lovey?” Smiling at the tiredness dripping from his voice, you hum airily, a satisfied smile on your face while you move your neck to look at him.  “Good,” his whisper brushes your lips as he nudges the tip of your nose with his, earning a giggle from you while he wipes away the dry tears on your cheeks.

“Do you have to leave?” There is a whiny undertone to your question, and it makes him give you a gentle smile.

“Not for a while,” he assures you, then he presses his lips softly on yours in a small kiss, “I promise.”

He grabs your hand to weave his fingers through yours, pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles as he keeps silent for a moment – because he knows at that moment, just because you asked, he’ll cancel every single plan he’s made, just to spend more time with you so that he can make you smile like that. “Until you get sick of me, that is.” Your tired laughter fills his ears until it is interrupted by a yawn. He carefully moves you so that he gently takes himself out of you, and rolls you sideways so he can wrap his arms around as he pulls you close to cuddle. “Go to sleep, lovey, we’ll talk in the morning,” he mumbles as he presses soft kisses to your bare shoulder. You close your eyes with a smile on your face, burying yourself into his chest as much as you can, and hear him mumble, “My lovey,” before promptly falling asleep.

You pretend you didn’t hear him in the morning because the arrangement the two of you made was about keeping things causal.

But you respond by squeezing his hand three times in return anyway.

And he responds.

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[roanniom]

I always like to hope your little drabbles might be inspired by your sweetie podcast guy 👀

Oh they kinda are inspired by him these days 👀

One for the Road

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, a whole lot of oral (f receiving)

“I like this shirt,” Eddie mumbles against your jaw, his fingers playing at the hem of your massive thrifted t shirt. You’re standing in the dappled morning sunlight warming his shitty little apartment kitchen. His hands roam your body with an urgency that belies the way he’d fucked you onto his messy sheets just thirty minutes prior.

“The day I got it I also got a Hellraiser t shirt. Huge. With a big picture of Pinhead on the chest,” you say proudly, smoothing a hand over said chest to indicate where the horror icon’s face would be. Eddie hones in on that one detail, of course, and cups your breasts through your shirt with a groan.

“Oh yeah? If it was that big did you cut the shirt up?”

You shake your head.

“No. I left it big and oversized. You know. Sexy,” you joke. Eddie nods slowly, still focusing all his attention on your tits through this particular shirt.

“Sexy. Oh yeah,” he mutters, completely distracted. He lifts the shirt slightly to reveal the feminine pair of boxers you’ve put on for your drive home. “These are fucking cute.”

“You think?” you ask, wiggling your hips cheekily.

“Yeah, I think,” mumbles against your neck before sucking on your earlobe. You go to say something else but his hand is now sliding under the waistband of your boxers. Within seconds he’s inside your panties and playing with the slick that’s gathered there.

“Eddieeee, I have to go,” you try to argue, but it turns into a gasping whine. Eddie ignores you. Or at least, he ignores your argument. He latches onto one of your nipples through your shirt and looks up at you pointedly to watch your face while he slides two fingers deep inside you. “Oh fuck…”

You don’t know how it happens. You really don’t. One minute you’d had your bag on your shoulder and you were half out the door, and in the next minute Eddie was sliding down to his knees, pushing you up against the wall at the entrance to his apartment. He pulls down your boxers and underwear before you can protest about your lateness any further, and he hooks your leg up over his shoulder before you can do more than grasp at his hair.

“Are you serious? I - oh god.”

Eddie’s mouth is on you and you should be aware of the fact that you’re moaning wantonly right by the door that leads to an inner hallway where all of his neighbors can probably hear you as they set out on their day.

Your bag starts slipping off your shoulder and the lights start flickering - he’d pushed you against the wall where the light switch is, so each time you move you find yourself clicking it on and off with your back.

“Eddie - oh. Eddie!” you try to call his attention to the awkward placement through your laughs and gasps, but he only seems vaguely annoyed by the distraction. He manhandles you over the the kitchen island and you grip at the counter, unsure what he has planned until he gets on his knees from behind you, gripping your hips and pulling your legs back apart so he can get to you with his mouth again.

“Holy fuck…” you yelp, completely overwhelmed by the stimulation. Eddie shoves two fingers deep inside of you again, thrusting and building up momentum until you find yourself forced up onto tiptoes.

You clutch at the counter and do your best to take the force of his thrusting - it feels so fucking good when he curves his fingers just like that - but you’re so overwhelmed you finally have to say something.

“Eddie. You’re making my legs shake! I can’t…” you pant.

You’re not sure what you expected him to do, but either way you’re surprised when he clambers to his feet and grabs you into his arms. Insecure and completely unused to being lifted, you let out a scream, but you’re only in the air long enough for him to deposit you onto one of the stools by the kitchen counter.

“This better for your legs?” Eddie asks, kissing your thighs while he spreads them and settles back on his knees between them.

“Yeah, I guess - Eddie!” you cry out at the feeling of his mouth on you yet again. His lips suction around your clit and he sucks. Hard. Your leg hooks over his shoulder again and your fingers thread through his hair pulling tightly as you hold on for dear life.

You don’t even have time to warn him. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You spasm around the fingers he’d some how managed to get back deep inside you at one point, and he laps you up as you rock your hips into his face. Thighs press into his ears while you ride out the feeling.

By the time your breathing has finally returned to normal, Eddie has already gotten up from the floor and started assembling your clothes and bag from where they’d been strewn about.

“You’re gonna be late for work, huh baby?” he asks, with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. A massive erection stands proud in his boxers and you laugh in spite of yourself, fully breathless.

“What the fuck was that, Munson?”

He leans forward to give you a kiss

“That was one for the road.”

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Thanks for reading, please comment and reblog to let me know what you think!

#I’m being silly - this one is 100% inspired by my Wednesday morning #he shocked the fuck out of me #it was fan fic behavior I was like sir what is this holy shit #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson thots #eddie munson x fem!reader

[ellaa-writes]

The Art of Survival

authors note: Will probably move this over to a03 due to the mature themes. Was inspired by many of my favourite horror movies such as The Collector/Collection, Hellraiser, Martyrs, Hostel etc. This is not a romance, all works of fiction. AU of the character Konig from cod. Readers discretion is advised. 18+ MDNI

summary: He went by many names, Doctor, Son, Professor, Colleague, Apprentice and his favourite Master. He lived his life by strict rules, follow them or lose it all. Their's been many before her and their will be many after her. She was the first to succeed, the first to prevail. She was his special toy, all dressed up just to make sure she sells. Strutting on a shelf, waiting to be picked out.

cw: Dark Themes ahead, kidnapping, torture, violence, blood, death. Non-con, Dub-con. 18+ MDNI, unrealistic and unsafe bdsm practices/references. Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

The rhythmic tapping of her nails against the keyboard resonated through the tranquil office, the sole audible presence in the late evening. Past 7 pm on a Thursday, she found herself the lone inhabitant of the building's floor, her colleagues and supervisors having long departed the mundane office space. Yet, she remained, diligently working on her company-provided laptop. While she could have taken her work home and completed it before night's end, she knew that once she stepped into her apartment, her motivation would wane.

With the final paragraph taking shape on the screen, she paused briefly to flex her knuckles, reassuring herself with the mantra of just one more day. Soon, she envisioned herself on a distant beach, basking in the sun's warmth and the caress of the salty sea breeze against her skin. Returning her attention to the screen, she meticulously proofread the document, ensuring every word was correctly spelled and properly spaced, determined to evade her boss's reprimand for any hint of unprofessionalism. Releasing a small breath she was holding, staring at the blank screen, letting her work mind ease knowing one more thing on her list was done.

After saving the report and attaching it to an email, she carefully selected the recipients before hitting the send button. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she watched the blank screen, the weight of completion easing her work-weary mind. Swiftly gathering her belongings, she plugged in her laptop, tidied her desk, and emptied her trash, eager to leave the dimly lit confines of the high-rise building. As she made her way down the corridor toward the elevators, she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling of being alone in the building at night. Absent were the familiar sights of the cleaners or any other occupants on her floor. Assuring herself they must be elsewhere, she pressed the elevator button and waited, her gaze fixed on the descending digital display.

The mass was huge and in all the imposing presence sent a chill down her spine. The mass raised its head, green eyes, stared back at her. It shifted to the side, making room for her. She hesitantly stepped into the elevator, leaning towards the side panel to push the parking level but stopped when she noticed it was already glowing yellow. She huddled in her corner, trying to give herself enough pace between her and the huge mass next to her.

She couldn't help the feeling of uneasiness as it settled heavy in her lower stomach, it felt like she swallowed cement. Eyeing him she noticed he was wearing what looking like some sort of vest, tactical maybe? Black slacks and a long black compression shirt under the vest. He had a surgical mask covering the lower half of his face and a baseball cap on top covering up his freshly shaved head. The cap read, Security, a rushed breath of relief shot out of her. Her shoulder slumped and she began to relax as the numbers above the doors got closer and closer to the parking level.

The elevator slowed as it finally reached her destination, coming to a full stop before the last ding rang out and the doors shifted open. "Have a good night!" she sing-songed out as she exited, making her way across the desolate and dark parking level. "Good night, stay safe." his voice was a little higher pitched then she imagined it, with a hint of an accent. Her heals clicked against the concrete as she made her way across the dark and desolate parking level. Her car was right next to one of the stair wells, it being the only space available when she arrived this morning.

Digging her keys out of her purse, she hit the unlock button watching has the lights to her Lexus glowed. She walked past the stairwell door, a cold draft catching around her ankles. There were a few other cars still left on this level, she opened the back seat, setting her hand and other belongings inside. She didn't hear it right away; it wasn't until she felt the rush of air and the hard body on her back. The thick strong arms wrapping around her frame, a black leather clad hand clamping over her mouth in a bruising grip. She tried to push back and kick out but that resulted in a unhappy grunt before her head was thrusted into the roof of her car. Tears sprang to her eyes has she cried out, her delicate skin splitting open and running with blood.

The open back seat door was slammed closed, her body pressed up against it. She tried squinting through the blood and blurriness, her head was pounding, and she had a hard time thinking straight. It made her more pliable, her attacker binding her arms behind her back. Tugging tight against whatever material they were using, something was slapped over her mouth, duct tape. Her knees began to weaken as they rippling headache began to overpower all her senses. Struggling to keep her eyes open, her body getting heavy.

The unknown assailant opened the driver's door, triggering the trunk latch before forcefully shoving her inside headfirst. Bound and disoriented, she lay in darkness, attempting to orient herself as the car started its engine. Straining against the cords binding her, she only succeeded in causing further harm. With her face coated in blood and tears, she managed to peel off the duct tape with effort, her skin protesting against the sticky residue.

She was able to roll onto her back, the pressure on her bound arms became intense but she ignored it. Lifting her feet up she began banging them against the roof of her trunk. Hoping someone near by could hear it and save her. The low hum of the radio coming from the front of the car got louder, trying to drown out her attempts. She knew she could scream but she didn't want to risk her life. She's probably going to die anyways she thought, might as well try to live a little longer. Giving up she rolled to her side, she couldn't tell what way she was facing using her feet to feel around in the dark.

The drive was long, the buzz of the city fading away behind her. Wherever they were taking her was outside the city limits, beyond the river and into the forest surrounding her city. It felt like hours passed as she rocked back and forth until the car came to an abrupt stop. She listened in silence and fear as the door to the driver’s side open and closed. The sound of footsteps approaching the back of the car. She stayed still, unable to move as the dread washed over her. It felt like hours passed before the truck was opened, she squinted back at the sudden bright light flooded the dark space. Before she could register what was happening, she felt more tape being wrapped around her head, sticking to her hair and slightly cutting off her hearing. She tried to fight him off, kicking her feet out at the stranger. They grabbed on to them, using the same tape and began binding them together at the knees.

She didn't understand why this was happening to her. Why her out of the millions of people living in her city. Was the planned or just a unfortunate coincidence. Her mother always told her the city was safe for a young naïve girl like her. But her mother was crazy but maybe she was right about one thing after all. Her attacker grabbed her by the hair causing her to hiss, they pulled her out of the trunk and threw her over their shoulder. She tried looking around for any distinctive markers but all she saw was trees and blackness. She watched as her car got further and further away from her, trying to see around the huge mass.

Maybe she was happy she couldn't see, if she saw the blacked-out van with the back doors open. The wooden crate with the top off, the hard rubber cords, tape, a strange looking hood and a few knives. She might have gone into a full panic attack, instead the hood was shoved over her head. The cord wrapped around her neck to keep it on, the crate being pushed over to the side as her attacker shoved her in. She once again tried to fight back but it was pathetic. All bound up, she looked like a fish out of water, flopping around on the ground. The lid was slammed on top, the sound of hammering filling her ears. If it wasn't for the duct tape and hood over her, she would have thrown up.

The slam of the back doors jolted her, despair settling into her stomach. She tried not to think of all the horrible, disgusting, and disturbing things that would be done to her. She began praying that this was all just a very fucked up realistic dream. Closing her eyes she began repeating over and over that this was exactly that, a nightmare. And she'll wake up in her bed, in her room, in her small but cozy apartment. She'll even laugh a little about it, over and over in her head until the darkness latched itself onto her and pulled her under.

The unmarked van pulled in front of an abounded warehouse, the metal sheeting clipped and peeling away. The windows busted out and the outside marked up with spray paint. It used to serve as a wood mill until they built a bigger and better building in a more easily accessible location. The surroundings were enclosed in with an electrical fence and topped with barbwire. To keep things out and in. Situated deep in the dense forest, overlooking the glowing lights of the city.

He exited the vehicle, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. This was all rushed and unplanned, making a mental note to dispose of the car and any other evidence. He already trashed the security footage from the office building and parking garage. Rubbing the aching spot on the back of his neck, debating on just slitting her throat and dumping the body. But he's made it this far already, no time to give up now.

Swinging the back doors up to the van, looping the extra cord around the hand to the wooden box. He gave it a good yank watching it crash onto to the dirt below. He dragged it over the threshold of the warehouse, the crunch and scrap of discarded glass and other garbage. He stopped before a set of steel doors, lifting the cover to a number pad, punching in the code. Stepping off to the side as the doors hummed to life and slid open, he stepped behind the box, giving it a hard shove into the elevator shaft. Following in close behind it, reaching up to pull the grated doors down before hitting the descend button. He didn't heat any complaints coming from the box, hoping his prize is still alive inside. Once the shaft stopped and the door slid up, he stepped into the dark space. Dragging the box behind him until he reached another set of locked doors, using the key attached to his wallet he retched it open. Turning the light on to show a staircase, he gave the box a hard kick, sending it tumbling down the stairs. Hearing to shatter open before closing the door and locking it closed.

He stepped into the dark hallway, the one leading into the kitchen from the entry way. Turning on the low glow of the lights as he entered room after room. Heading straight to the sink has he turned on the garbage compactor and chucking in the cell phone from the women now in his "basement". He dumped the rest of the contents of the bag out on his island counter. Not finding anything interesting he grabbed the garbage can from under the sink and tossed all the items into it. He walked over into the next room, heading straight to the fireplace in the living room. Flicking the controls on and setting the fire to high. The flames roared to life, blanketing the drab living room in the soft warm glow. He waited for a few moments before he opened the door and tossed in the contents of the can inside.

His muscles were tight, and his head was pounding. He needed to get out of these clothes and take something before he exploded. He began undressing in the living room, taking everything off including his briefs and socks. Folding everything neatly on the ledge of the fireplace, before he opened the door up again and began tossing item by item inside, his shoes where last. Setting them atop of the wood that was flaming hot. Closing it back up and turning down the controls to low. He walked completely nude through the dimly lit home and up the stairs. Made his way down the dark hallway and into the room at the end. Turning on the light, he was standing right in front of the mirror. He looked into his eyes, looked down chiseled chest and to his now hard dick standing tall. soon. He told himself. soon.

Steam filled the small bathroom, the door still open. The glow of the bathroom cascading into the dark hallway. He let the hot water work out his stiff muscles, the temperature helping easy his hard cock back into place. Scrubbing the day off his well toned body, the dirty water flowing down his thick defined legs and into the drain. He got out quick, not bothering in turning the light off has he wiped himself off with the towel. As he walked out of the guest bathroom and into his room. Running the towel over his head and throwing it into the hamper near the walk-in closet. Stepping inside he opened his top drawer, pulling out his favourite black brief's that he had hundreds of pairs of. Pulling them over his taunt hard ass. Opening another drawer and pulling out a simple pair of black sweats and took a matching long sleeve t-shirt. Pulling them onto his body fast and making his way back downstairs.

He walked down another hallway on the opposite side of the kitchen, reaching a locked door that required his fingerprint to open. Once it did, it revealed another set of steps leading down. A few small pockets of lighting auto lit has he made his way down, the door behind him swinging shut automatically.

When he reached the bottom, more lights auto lit has he walked further into the room. Smooth metal cages lined one wall, a few already occupied while others were empty. The center of the room contained a operation table, a bright light hung above it. Another smaller examining table sat to the left of it. The shiny metal reflecting off the overhead lights. He walked up to a desk on the other wall from the cages. A large, long desk filled with different monitors, as he walked up the main screen turned on. The light casting over his face, a small window popped up and a robotic voice spoke "name". He stood there for a moment before he leaned forward towards the speaker, he opened his mouth and spoke in his odd accent.

König 6669

The computer turned off before turning back on, the main screen coming to life before his eyes. He pulled out the stool he stored under the desk. Using the mouse to click on a few tabs before he typed in some information. Within seconds pictures filled the screens, pictures of the women he had locked in his basement. He scrolled through the information, he had everything from her medical files to her school records. Having studied them intensively over the past few days. Usually this would take weeks if not months, watching their every move to make sure they were the perfect subject. But deep down in his heart, or whatever was left of it, he knew she was the one.

A small whimper caught his attention, peeling his eyes from the screen towards the wall of cages. Noticing one of his pets was awake, barely. Checking his watch and noticing it is feeding time. He got up from the chair, using his thick long legs he walked across to the medical cabinet. Opening the cupboard to reveal an array of bottles and small tinctures. Pulling one out he set it down before opening a drawer that contained syringes. He used the small sink and washed his hands, then grabbed some sterile gloves and pulled them on. He walked over to the small examining table and began laying out his supplies, using the stool as a tray he began filling up the syringes and laying them out next to one another. He wheeled it over to the cages, checking the monitors in front of each one. There as also IV bags hanging on each cage, he started with the first one. Taking a syringe and injecting the needle into the solution, watching has the clear liquid became cloudy. When he was done with the last one, he wheeled the stool over to the garbage can and tossed the contaminated items inside, taking his gloves off and throwing them in after.

The monitor he was previously at turned off as he made his way back up to the main floor.

It was time.

#konig #König #cod konig #cod könig #könig mw2 #konig mw2

[tickfleato]

a character ive had knocking around for a while that i dont think ive ever posted here! initially inspired by that one killer look julia has in hellraiser 2. her name is danny and she's some flavor of undead! more information under the cut:

danny is a type of ghost that in scientific terms is called a P-NMEC, which stands for persistent neuro-mirror ectoplasmic construct. basically, a soul that survives after death, or the most familiar definition of ghost. she's a very unique one though, having built herself a new body out of... various meat, much of it human in origin. she hasn't quite figured out skin yet.

her body is made out of living cells, though they're put together in a somewhat unskilled way and die out a lot. because of this, she needs to eat... however, her ghost self needs to eat too. she isn't conscious of this at all, beyond having particularly cannibalistic urges, which she just chalks up to being a "zombie thing" but actually comes out of a need to eat souls as well as flesh. (she also eats regular food, though. she eats a lot of eggs out of convenience.)

she was murdered pretty horribly (i haven't come up with exactly what happened yet) and initially killed out of revenge but something she'd rather not admit is that it was just an excuse to give into violent fantasies... justification which gets flimsier every time. but you know what? she's allowed. god forbid women do anything

#danny (oc) #i'll give her a last name eventually <-- lie #ectoverse #undead #zombie #my art #original shit #ocs #body horror #gore

[recklessfiction]

Writing Inspiration - Horror Movies -

The Thing (1982)

The Thing kills it with creature design and captures the vibe of horrors beyond our own rational understanding. I love Kurt Russell also, he's very capable and attractive and has fabulous hair.

The Wicker Man (1973)

The original Wicker Man is very much a christianity vs the "old ways" story. A fish out of water story, a warning to the christian about getting in too deep. It's really good, the kind of religious clashing I personally love to see.

The Lighthouse (2019)

What can I even say about this movie? It's weird, it folkloric, its otherwordly. It does what I love which is show a dull staple in mythology, in this case the mermaid/sea god, and made it weird again, made it strange and unsettling. It's made the sea and what is in the sea something to fear. Its my vibe but certainly not everyone's.

Pan's Labyrinth (2006)

GDT doesn't miss. I love when people make fairy tales frightening, and the creatures in them are weird and strange. I love fairy tales that are horror because that's what they've always been, warnings and something to scare children, and Pan's Labyrinth kills it!

Curse of the Demon (1957)

This is really just a comfort movie for me but it's very good and you should watch it.

Mad God (2021)

Mad God is something else. Not everyone's cup of tea, gross, horribly violent, uncomfortable, and odd. But I think it's wonderful in its wild creativity and strangeness. I like that it's more of a dream, shooting in wild directions with no real story line. It's a journey that you're just a part of and can't escape from, a nightmare.

Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust (2000)

Beautiful movie. Gorgeous. Love that the vampires are strange looking but still beautiful and dignified, it speaks to the level of artistry and creativity that Yoshitaka Amano has.

Suspiria (1977)

This movie something you need to watch to understand. It's not just images, its the soundtrack, the colours, the shots and cuts. Its an entire sensory experience with music by Goblin.

Hellraiser (1987)

A classic. Again, the designs rock and the atmosphere is wonderful. Sex and death and blood and meat, man. Lust and unfinished bodies but its still sexy even though your goddamn muscle juices are dripping onto the floor. It's great.

Evil Dead 2 (1987) & Army of Darkness (1992)

The king of horror comedy, I wish I had as much charisma and jokes as Ash Williams. A great time in general.

The Horror of Dracula (1958)

I enjoy the Hammer horror films over Universal simply because of the life that's in them. They're funny and have a lot of action and are seductive while the Universal versions, while wonderful in their own right, are more dramatic, and lowkey. I love the Horror of Dracula with all my heart, Peter Cushing is so dignified even as he's jumping onto tables and running around constantly, and it's just a lot more fun!

Annihilation (2018)

When I first saw this movie, my first thought was that the characters were entering a fairy ring. The otherworldlyness of The Shimmer, it's beauty even in the horrific parts of itself, in the alligator and the other body horror elements, is something I love. Making decay and and death and horror beautiful, so much so that you start to question whether or not you should be afraid (the answer is of course yes you should be.)

#This is all the pictures tumblr would allow me to post in this post #so i'll update more as I think of them #if ppl want to see this kind of thing let me know!!! #horror

[kogo-dogo]

Kogo my beloved dogo friend, have you ever made Karsaga in any game character creator? Or any of your ocs?

I have, actually! I made him in Skyrim and I've made him in Hero Forge. I don't have any screenshots of him in Skyrim, but I do have the Hero Forge screenshots. Somewhere. Hold on.

And if you want to see prehistoric, teenage Kogo's screenshots of him from when I tried to piece together mods to make him look like how I drew him (there weren't any to make them gray):

And here's one with a pieced-together Dasrazel who I was never happy with because he looked like fucking Kadaj from Advent Children and the only black clothes I could find were some Hellraiser-inspired shit:

#have mercy I was sixteen #and the most modding i could do reliably was companions and like #weird shit like replacing every sound with the sound of a screaming altmer #the modding community was also leagues different almost two decades ago lol

[rivetgoth]

Man there is this weird historical revisionism that happens with terminally online “alt” posers where they like, assume that all the cool underground alt counterculture stuff of decades past were easily accessible within the mainstream and nowadays it’s been suppressed or hidden or is even entirely nonexistent in favor of the “lame” mainstream media. And like, I have said before and will say again and again that there is PLENTY to criticize regarding the entertainment industry and arts as a whole in the 21st century, it has not just been some forwards progression of positive change and improvement and I know that, but it also just frustrates me ENDLESSLY because the reality is the things y’all are idolizing were NOT mainstream. You were not guaranteed to walk down the street in the 80s and hear gothic rock and industrial or even more accessible synthpop that remains popular today, there was plenty of absolute shit music in the 80s lol. Movies were not just inherently better 20-30-40 years ago and in fact plentyyyy of major blockbuster hits absolutely sucked shit and there was an insane amount of garbage being manufactured by corrupt production companies. Fashion was not all cute GNC boys with long hair and eyeliner or whatever. It was not like some safehaven for queer gendernonconformity it was LITERALLY the AIDS crisis. And the stuff y’all are idolizing are now extremely popular in hindsight! Everybody knows Nine Inch Nails and The Cure and The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Hellraiser! This is household name media!

I just constantly see posts that are like “back then there was UNDERGROUND COUNTERCULTURE EVERYWHERE and now all we have is TikTok and Taylor Swift and Marvel 💔😡” and honestly it makes you sound like clowns. You are not finding the underground counterculture because it is fucking underground. The stuff you’re consuming from years ago withstood the tests of time. But there were not goth clubs lining every street corner and cool cult classics coming out every fucking week back in the day lol. This stuff was considered underground, alternative, cult, etc for a reason. You are comparing the most successful underground media from decades ago with mainstream media of today and honestly all it actually reveals is that you don’t really care about keeping underground art alive and uplifting the artists who are doing so now in modern time, or even have the knowledge of how to do so. You aren’t finding today’s “underground” subcultures because THEY ARE UNDERGROUND. It takes effort beyond looking at what’s trending on social media or what’s getting major theatrical releases. You have to engage with music that is not even on Spotify, film that at best may run the festival circuit. And, frankly, some of y’all have wildly rose tinted glasses about what good art is and are judgmental as fuck of anything that forces you to expand your horizons-- Alt music genres have a huge amount of fusion within them now. Deal with it. Lots of y’all sound genuinely racist with your aversion to alt music drawing more and more inspiration from rap and hip hop. CGI is a relatively accessible and still very experimental art form with tons of potential and many poor or indie artists are experimenting with it. Deal with it. CGI is not inherently evil or ugly. Genres evolve and sounds change. Back then plenty of the experimental stuff that we find cool now was made with dogshit quality because it was just people scraping together the few resources they could afford to make something. You only think it’s better because it’s older lol. You are the alt TikTok NIN fan Hot Topic equivalent of people who think they were born in the wrong generation because their idea of the 50s is poodle skirts and milkshakes at checkered diners.

I would be less of a cunt about this topic if the result was not a staggering amount of people calling themselves fucked up deranged alt punk gothic freaks only to turn around and quite literally say that there is no longer an alternative/underground subculture and that capitalism has destroyed any semblance of independent or experimental art because they are not fucking looking for it. Which in turn shits on so many struggling indie creators desperately trying to get their art out there within an increasingly tumultuous, hostile, anti-artist landscape of capitalist modern society. Engaging with underground work does actually require digging for it. The underground work you are engaging with from the past is literally no longer underground. If you exclusively enjoy alt music from the 70s or 80s or exclusively enjoy oldschool cult classics that is FINE but I better not see “back in the 80s we had Cronenberg and Carpenter and now we only have Marvel and Star Wars :( Why did they get Bauhaus and now we only get Billie Eilish? Why is there no more community, no more subculture, no more actual interesting art?” as if these are normal comparisons and actual reasonable observations rather than an admittance of your lack of understanding of the way that underground art actually evolves or even a desire to seek it out. Problems with modern industries aside, with social media and the internet and the improvement of technology like personal cameras and digital art programs both creating and finding independent art is EASIER now than EVER in many ways. You can discover enough music to last you your entire life from the comfort of your IPHONE.

[narastories]

catching up about fandom stuff

Oh, hi! Do you mind if I ramble a bit?

I feel like I've been a little distant and antisocial in the past few months due to personal stuff (mainly because my trauma bucket got kicked over many, many times, but also I've been trying to get the ball rolling on a few things I've been meaning to do for a while). And I know I'm not the only one who has been having a hard time. But now it's spring here, and I'm feeling a little hopeful and a bit more inspired. Is it just me? Do we dare to be hopeful??

I'm reminding myself that both of my favorite urban fantasy series, and main fandoms nowadays are due a new book maybe this year, and that is exciting and very much things to look forward to! It also makes me want to quickly write fic ideas I have before the canon status quo changes lol (Not that it matters. I believe you can write whatever you want. But with both of these series, we love to theorize about what is going to happen, so it feels like things are just not going to be the same when we get new pieces of information, you know?)

I'm also acutely aware that I haven't posted a Harry/Nic fanfic since the OTP challenge in NOVEMBER 2022 wtf. And uh, yeah. If you needed any further proof of my poor mental health then it is probably proof enough that I haven't touched my favorite obscure little OTP.

The good news is, that I have actually been inspired to write lately. I'm doing a little re-read of the FPA books, and also Skin Game, and it's all putting me back in the mood for fanfic. And I have been typing away for the past few weeks, trying to get back into it.

The bad news is, that I don't feel like posting things yet. I just want to be kind to myself and create without having to worry about sharing it. I know this might sound hypocritical bc I just shared a post about connecting in fandom. At the same time, sometimes it does good for a story to just let it sit and simmer a bit.

There is this expression (that I don't think is actually very popular in the English language) "to write for the drawer" and I never thought that was a bad thing. Sure I write very niche stuff so you would think it doesn't matter either way, but a story is never the same after you release it out into the world. So it's okay to keep it to yourself for a while and tinker with it and enjoy the process.

I also discovered gif making for myself. (If you have seen the gifset I posted yesterday, no you didn't :P I put it on private bc I wasn't happy with it yet. Mainly bc of the subtitle thing. I either have to figure out a clever overlay or venture out into the foreign planes of the internet to forage a little bit more lmao) I think the popularity of gifsets on tumblr is so fascinating, bc it's a format that just isn't very popular elsewhere (or convenient lol). When I was younger in fandom I never had a good enough computer to do this kind of editing. So now it just made me so happy to realize that my computer can do it, and I found it a relaxing activity.

I already dipped my toe in it with that Hellraiser/DF quote gifset, but now I figured out a method to make it look a lot better. And with open source tools too! That made me especially happy lol But I also realized that if I want to post gifsets then I might have to break my "no sideblogs" rule... Anyway, this is just one more thing that I will probably experiment with privately, and then we'll see if I put it out there or not.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is: creative hobbies are important. And if you can bring yourself to do them even when you feel like shit, it usually helps to feel a little less shitty. And that I will incubate my little projects for a while longer and then maybe I will feel like sharing them.

#personal #that's what's been going on in my head #how are we all doing? #fandom #nara rambles #also tumblr has been really bad lately and didn't show me posts from a lot of mutuals #so that didn't help

[angelbaby-fics]

Christmas Music

Pairing: CG!Eddie x Little!Reader

Word Count: 710

A/N: After going back and forth with myself I decided I like the fic the way it is & I don't need to change it into headcanons 😅😁 I feel bad because all my Eddie fics tend to be on the shorter side and I think it's just because 9 times out of 10 I'm fully Stuck-brained so when I write Eddie I have to think about it more instead of the plot just coming straight from my daydreams lol 😅 Maybe I ought to rewatch season 4 for inspiration anyways I hope you guys enjoy and happy December!!! 💕❄️💕

You’d been napping in Eddie’s bed all afternoon, exhausted from school and your part time job. Eddie knew that naps were the easiest way to put you in your little headspace, so he was more than happy to let you hog his bed. Besides, this nap would be the perfect opportunity for him to work on your little holiday surprise. Once he was sure you were sleeping peacefully, Eddie quietly crawled out of the bed without disturbing you, grabbing his guitar from its mount on the wall, and snuck into the living room, leaving the bedroom door open just a crack, just in case. 

It was time to get to work. Eddie had been setting aside a portion of his tips from the Hideout to buy a book of Christmas sheet music for the guitar from the local music store. He knew how much you loved the holidays, and he wanted to be able to accompany you on all your favorite songs. Being the perfectionist he was, he didn’t want to reveal his plan to you until he was absolutely flawless at every song in the book. It was rare to get a moment by himself since he was usually glued to your side, so for once he was glad you were so sleepy.

Settling down on the ratty couch, Eddie propped the sheet music book against a cushion and positioned his guitar on his lap. Opening the book to your favorite song, he started learning the music, effortlessly reading the notes and translating them to the guitar. His fingers moved across the strings in a way that was already second nature to him, every wrong note played was effortlessly corrected within a second, the tiny flaws and mistakes noticeable to Eddie and only Eddie. The notes carried out across the trailer, through the cramped hallway and into his slightly open door. 

The music made its way into your dreams, swirling around your sleepy little head until you were pulled out of slumber and back into the real world. You recognized it immediately, one of your favorite holiday classics. You sat up immediately, all remnants of sleep immediately shaken off by the excitement of hearing one of your favorite songs. You didn’t know where the music was coming from, and, determined to find the source, you hopped off of the bed and padded out into the main room of the trailer, dragging the blanket around your shoulders. Eddie didn’t even look up, he was so focused on playing the song perfectly. You sat in front of him on the floor, so as not to disturb him, and when he finished playing you started to clap.

“Oh! Baby, I didn’t know you were up!” Eddie said with wide eyes and a soft smile.

“I heard my song.” You whispered. 

“Did I wake you, baby?”

He did, but you knew he’d beat himself up over it if he thought he’d disturb you in any way, so you shook your head.

“Pretty music, dada.” You blushed.

“Yeah? I’m still learning, so it’s not that good yet.” “I thought it was perfect.”

“Well that’s because you’re my number one fan, aren’t you, my little hellraiser?” You giggled and hid your face in your blanket, but peeked back out when you felt a calloused hand brush your cheek. 

“Wanna come up here and help me learn, gumdrop?” Eddie asked, patting the couch cushion beside him.

You nodded and scrambled up, blanket still enveloping you as you settled next to Eddie, as close to him as you could be without getting between him and the guitar. He pointed to the open song book.

“Okay, see the words there, baby?” 

You nodded.

“Follow along with me, alright?”

And he began to play again, the festive song you knew so well. You’d had the words memorized for as long as you could remember, but you still kept your eyes trained on the page, dutifully following Eddie’s instruction. Every now and then, however, you stole a glance up at him, eyes practically heart shaped as he played your favorite tune. You didn’t know it, but every time you turned your gaze back to the book, Eddie was looking back at you with just as much love in his eyes.

#eddie munson x little!reader #little!reader #cg!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #daddy!eddie #daddy!eddie x little!reader #eddie munson #cg!eddie x little!reader #sfw agere #stranger things agere #cg!eddie #agere fic #chloe's fic

[writing-in-sin]

THE ONCE AND FUTURE PHANTOM THIEF

Summary: In which where Kuroba Kaito becoming Kaitou KID has always been a self-fulfilling prophecy

Loosely inspired by the patronus reveal in the Prisoner of Azkaban

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In an effort to keep his wife safe from her previous life as a thief, Kuroba Touichi took great measures in ensuring it. More so when his son came into the world

What he didn't expect is that his efforts would land him in a bizarre encounter with a real life seer who sees his every move and every secret with foreboding accuracy. In the end, he walked away from that encounter with a vision imparted to him by the cryptic seer that left him reeling and curious

'This will keep your family safe, Kuroba Touichi. Learn from him, for he will be the world's best.'

That night, he dreams of a thief unlike any other. A gentleman thief with indigo eyes who uses magic and tricks so spectacular that Touichi based his alter ego on said thief. Their mannerisms are different though, no matter how much Touichi tries to imitate the daredevil flare of the thief from the vision.

Touichi's version leans more to a polite and sophisticated individual you'd usually find from a family of high status. More cautious and a great deal saner than the one he was told to learn from. The one in the vision on the other hand, is a smooth talking hellraiser who revels in breaking the rules and remakes them into however he pleases. Someone who's absolutely obsessed in making the impossible, possible

An oddly righteous man who revels in his mad genius

The only one who Touichi acknowledges as the best magician he's ever seen, more than even his own mentor which should've been an impossible feat...and yet?

He wonders of course, who the magician was but the only thing the seer ever told him was that he was 'The Last Magician of the Century'. Whenever he tried to look it up, Touichi came up blank even with Jii's help. The closest answer he got was articles of a man that may or may not be connected to the Romanov family. Eventually though, he laid his curiosity to rest

Until he sees Kaito perform magic for the 1st time, picking up and mastering tricks faster than anyone could ever accomplish

His suspicions come to a head on the day when he's surrounded by flames with no escape. Touichi sees his desperate son trying to reach him, the fire throwing his son's face in shadow--

With only his sole indigo eye visible, the beginnings of madness shining through.

As the flames consume him, his vision swims with white and he stares in shock as KID stands within his son. It's then that Touichi finally realises

He's been seeing visions of Kaito's future self all along

#dcmk #detective conan #meitantei conan #detco #kuroba touichi #touichi kuroba #toichi kuroba #kuroba toichi #kuroba kaito #kaito kuroba #kaitou kid #kaitou 1412 #magic kaito #magic kaito 1412 #fic idea #dcmk fic idea #fic drabbles #dmk drabbles

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Common fucking indecency

Masterlist

A/N: Inspired by this little post right here...

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x reader

Summary: Mike comes home from his exchange earlier than you expected, and you're real happy to see him.

Word count: 597

Warnings: Makeout sesh that probably should have taken place behind closed doors... Mentions of drinking.

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

Is the ground moving? No. It’s you. Maybe that last round of tequila shots was a bad idea. Exhibit A: you’re stumbling through the street like Bambi on ice, holding on to your boyfriend as best you can, praying you don’t drag him down with you.

He steadies you before dragging you along with him. You’ve almost made it to the bus stop. Early, even!

Mike admits he thought it was going to take you two longer to get there, but you were doing better than he thought you would. Now, you have time to kill...

It’s chilly out. Not surprising; it’s the middle of December, but still. Mike... where’s Mike? Mike is warm... As soon as you think it, his arms are around your waist, and you slip your hands into his jacket. Better.

You’re happy he’s here – he shouldn’t be here. His exchange officially doesn’t end until next week, but he scheduled his presentations early so he could surprise you – and that he did. You almost didn’t believe it when he showed up in the club – you almost punched ‘the rando grabbing your hips’ in the face, in fact. Of course your friends forgave your leaving early... You have better things to do. You have Mikey to do.

Ten minutes till the bus comes... You look up at Mike, finding him smiling down at you. His eyes haven’t left you for so much as a second since you were reunited. God, he’s so pretty... did you just say that out loud?

“Shit, you’re so wasted,” he laughs. He’s not wrong, but who is he to judge? He’s about as far from sober as you can get, as well, so...

“Pff,” you huff, “so are you.” His hands move from your waist to your hips and he pulls you closer.

“I know.” He slowly leans in. You don’t respond to his move just yet, a sliver of responsibility that’s somehow survived your alcoholic assault on your brain screaming at you that you won’t be able to stop once you get this going. And do you listen to that part of you like a responsible adult? No! Duh!

Mike’s lips touch yours and it’s game over for both of you. Within seconds your bottom lip is between his teeth, his hands wriggle their way into your back pockets and you’re sliding your hands into his shirt. Mike crushes his lips against yours hard, grinding his hips into you and letting out moans a little too freely. You mold your body to his so you can feel as much of him as possible. You’ve fucking missed him. You’ve missed fucking him. Just... Mikey. You need Mikey. More and more and more and then some more of him.

This has to look disgusting, and the only redeeming factor for anyone who sees this is that – at this time – they’re probably drunk too and they might just cut you some slack. Mike is sloppy and wild, wrestling his tongue past your lips and eagerly exploring your mouth, and the worst part is that you let him, just like you let him squeeze your ass through your jeans. He keeps pulling you closer, so eagerly you can’t even be proud he has a massive boner right now – you’ve never seen him this needy... and that’s saying something.

At some point, your hands find their way to his neck, and his hair, and you grab him almost violently, not willing to ever let him go again. Alas.

“Hey, lovebirds,” an unfamiliar voice calls out next to you, “are you two getting on?”

#mike hellraiser fic #mike hellraiser #mike (hellraiser) #hellraiser mike #mike hellraiser fanfiction #hellraiser mike x reader #mike hellraiser fluff #hellraiser mike fluff

[elendsessor]

felt like talking about megaten demons again so here’s some official art of demons based on mostly american horror/sci-fi.

list of names n extra notes:

audrey (audrey ii from little shop of horrors), betelgeuse (beetlejuice from… y’know, beetlejuice), chris the car (christine the car from christine), nickelwise (pennywise from it), friday (jason voorhees from friday the 13th), franken (frankenstein’s monster from frankenstein), terminator (similar to the t-800 from terminator), scanner (likely a reference to the movie scanners), and hierophant (pinhead from hellraiser).

yeah hierophant is an alternative nickelwise which is why i’m putting it here despite the hellraiser franchise spawning from britain. idk how hierophant got that name since i don’t remember anything in at least the first hellraiser that could warrant the alternative name. (could’ve called it idk spikehead if they wanted to avoid copyright.) technically this might not be the first time a demon’s design was inspired by cenobites as lucifer’s infamous redesign for 4 closely resembles them. similar reasoning for franken, being an english work. like stated before, most of these are taken from american works, especially stephen king.

there’s more stephen king demons, though like many enemies exclusive to persona 1 and is/ep, only spritework exists, my personal favorite being carrie. kinda a shame there’s been no character or persona in persona inspired by her, since the og book and film adaptations are the trippiest “dangers of extreme religious worship”/child abuse is wrong/anti-bullying things i’ve ever seen. (there’s also a movie sequel that’s basically the first with less religious extremism and more goth icon/dangers of frat boy culture/really good rock backing tracks.) idk the concept of psychic girl who gets bullied a ton feels like it would be right at home as an atlus rerelease extra girl.

of course terminator sticks out too. when it comes to forgotten smt demon, terminator is an icon in that department. outside of the guns being the same and being (presumably) a robot (idk i haven’t gotten around to playing smt 2 yet but there’s a lot of more mechanical demons based on all the art i’ve seen), the name is the closest it really is to resembling the t-800s. idk to me it feels like it’s different enough that bringing it back in at least one future megaten game wouldn’t be that much of an issue compared to other horror icon references. they could just change the guns/ditch the guns altogether and change the name. really cool overall.

scanner is another weird one that i kinda wanna see again just because it sounds like it could be cool. dude only appears in smt 1, and while fan wikis aren’t super reliable sources, because it gave off that “this has to be some reference to a cheesy 80s movie” vibe, i dug into the origins more. yeah there’s a canadian fic called scanners and yeah scanner is 100% based on the whole idea of scanners in the film. never seen it nor heard of it, but hey the director, david cronenberg, also directed the fly so it’s probably a fun watch.

friday’s design is technically wrong though it’s also kinda not. despite jason most often using a machete (and preferring to kill horny teens), a lot of references have him using a chainsaw.

chris the car is technically not completely gone. of course the idea of ghost drivers and the like in media are nothing new (though the car itself is the killer in christine) so for all i know i’m overthinking it or it’s a coincidence, but oboroguruma—a demon exclusive to dsrk 1 and 2–seems to take some design inspiration, having a similar destroyed bumper/grill with an exposed motor.

lastly, while not pictured here or anything, something i found out one time is that lucifer’s favorite fake name, louis cyphre, is a reference to the novel falling angel/its film adaptation, angel heart, though none of the various disguises resemble how he looks in the film. idk i found that an interesting tidbit.

kaneko was apparently into western media (which is unsurprising) so that’s likely the reason there was so many of these movie references during the earlier days of megaten. what i’m sure is due to copyright, many of these older demons never appeared again. copyright law does vary in different places and i’m sure for the few jjba fans who are reading this, you know just how lax japan is in comparison likely due to being western stuff and most copyright holders don’t have that much of an international grip. unless you’re disney. with the whole localization effort atlus might’ve not wanted to have to change a bunch of shit which i don’t blame them for. though with the existence of nickelwise and hierophant coming from tokyo mirage sessions, a pretty recent game (released in 2015 and rereleased on the switch in 2020) that doesn’t seem to have run into copyright issue or had to take them out in the rerelease as far as i’m aware, it’s not entirely impossible to see anything similar again. it is kinda sad though.

#long post #i normally don’t tag things as long but. i always write more than i should for any post. #shantien rambles #smt

[magnolia-sunrise]

raises my hand i have a quastion: how do your other interests affect/influence your ocs and storytelling?? :0 (also i hope the next month is much kinder to you!!)

waaaa wow thank you for a very interesting question as well as the well wishes <3 its been just kind of a sludge of bad times in our household but hopefully spring will bring better days soon!!

and i would say these days i let myself get influenced by my interests A LOT and its really fun :D i think outside of art my main interest is in films, books and experimental theatre and especially horror genre. i try to purposefully surround myself by interesting and different ideas and art because so often it inspires me with my own stories or characters. like buying random art books and zines, getting into comics and manga that people mention or recommend, going out to see the new indie movie whenever i can, following people who are so passionate about their own craft and stories that it makes me more passionate too. i think admitting to those influences and letting them clearly show is a form of expression and communication as well, like look reading all of Steel Ball Run deeply rewired my brain and im very happy about that and im happy to let my JJBA inspirations show!! or that time i travelled to see Hozier in the summer and the live performance of Eat Your Young was soooooo much, when i got home i had to paint that one vibrant pink and blue piece directly taking from the stage design of that tour!

for example Wolfgang was borne out of my frustration with mainstream android / robot media of the time (Westworld, Detroit Become Human, Blade Runner 2049) but also the history of the robot genre and its lack of accounting for transness in general, as well as my interest in neonoir genre and crime fiction/ detective archetypes and characters who don't fit into those archetypes neatly (thinking Twin Peaks and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo). and then so much about how they present has come from my interest in high fashion. and many parts of their story and personality are influenced by music in some way or another as well, and their world has grown bigger feeding on different and newer inspirations etc etc

i'm not a writer primarily, and so i feel like developing characters and worldbuilding sometimes doesn't come easy to me or it's just kind of piece by piece of random arrangements so i try to open my mind to this strange organic process of letting things inspire and influence me and see how it affects what's cooking and rotating inside

i also always think of how Berserk so clearly started out influenced by predecessors and contemporaries like Fist of the North Star, JJBA, Rose of Versailles and Hellraiser and has become this absolute monument that has influenced so many other artists and creators. and if you're familiar with those other works, how interesting it is to read it and recognize the influences. it's like it's own type of language in a way, it's almost like you get to know a little bit more about the artist too if that makes sense

#answered #this turned into a long ass answer once again fhhsfs #thank you again <3 #also have to mention the reverse of like getting more interested in random things bc it could be relevant to the OCs fhsfks #i read so much about 5th-15th century clergy in europe......

[susandsnell]

Movies with Scarecrow vibes?

Ahhh, thank you so much for sending this! This might be long-winded, as I tend to be, but such is the way of Cranerot!

Naturally, Brian de Palma's Carrie. Aside from the plot and thematic matches almost eerily to Scarecrow: Year One to the point I'd be shocked if it wasn't a direct inspiration, de Palma's camp balanced with heartrending drama and tragedy and a horror where nearly everyone involved is a monster has Crane written all over it. I actually have several tracks from the score on my inspiration playlist for when I'm writing him!

Hellraiser (1987)! Jonathan Crane is so, so, so Cenobite-coded (highly recommend @acapelladitty's Cenobite!Crane AU, incidentally)! An old house filled with secrets, a plucky heroine whose sanity is doubted but who wins the day (at a great cost), and creatures that want to bring you to the height of sensation until the joy is inextricable from the anguish...it very much suits his more sensual reverent speeches/quotes about fear. "We have such sights to show you" could so easily be a Scarecrow quote, and likewise, "Eventually, the victim desires the horror" could very believably be a Pinhead line!

Since you mentioned it in The Most Poetical Topic, Night of the Hunter (1955) as a Southern noir quasi-folktale thriller absolutely suits the more charming, insidious iterations of Crane, in atmosphere, setting, antagonist, and in the themes of corrupted religion. The themes of childhood fears and defeating your demons while also struggling with their humanity both suit different phases of Jonathan Crane in his life, and the responses to and from the people he knows and terrorizes.

On the note of the South, O Brother Where Art Thou provides heavy atmosphere that give off Crane vibes, bringing a mythic epic to the setting of his backstory, with the music and monsters therein giving a good feel of everything that built the man and the monster.

Also naturally, many a mad scientist movie! The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari gives us a corrupt asylum director who torments his patients until he eventually becomes one of them, and Re-Animator gives us an actual former Scarecrow actor, Jeffrey Combs, in a very Crane-like role when it comes to being penalized in academica for horrific and unethical experiments. (It's even set in the original Arkham for which Gotham's is named!!) The Fly isn't quite as on point, but it does still give those vibes as well. And although the degree of 'madness' when he plays him is debatable, any of Cushing's roles as any member of the Frankenstein family come to mind since he's very much an old school!Crane figure.

A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984): yes, yes, 'look out for Mr. Pricky-Fingers', in the words of Codotverse!Scarecrow, but fear gauntlets/needles gloves aside, Freddy is the boogeyman who is literally fed on fears, and he much better gives the feel of a distinctly Scarecrowish tormentor than, say, your average Pennywise or other. Nancy's speech to him at the end is highly reminiscent of those who've managed to successfully stand up to Crane over the years, too.

Halloween (1978): On the note of boogeymen, and other than the "one good scare" quote you yourself have mentioned, I imagine Scarecrow to move and function a lot like Michael Meyers; slow, creeping, inevitable. Every kid in Gotham City thinks this place is haunted. They might be right!

For the pure fanservice of it/JonBecky vibes, let's say both the Lon Chaney and Charles Dance Phantom of the Operas, Death Takes a Holiday (1934), The Shape of Water, and The Ghost and Mrs. Muir inspire how I conceive of the more romantic side of our beloved Scarecrow. I'll throw in Silence of the Lambs as well, since that gives us an incarcerated evil psychiatrist meeting his match in an intrepid young woman involved with the law who he forces to face her formative traumas, but who manages to come out on top despite his machinations.

A few Hitchcocks, honestly! The Birds is outright referenced in Year One and definitely gives life to the visceral horrors he underwent in the old Keeny chapel, whereas Vertigo more in atmosphere and obsession captures a lot of torment he experiences. I also do see shades of crane even in Norman Bates' "private traps" speech!

Thanks so much for sending this along!

#scarecrow #jonathan crane #batman #bat-tag #cranerot #ask night #<3

[theold-ultraviolence]

🎃IRMA'S SPOOKY FICLET-FEST 🎃

Hello besties! If you know, you know, that I keep it spooky all year round, but halloween is my absolute favorite time of the year and I like to find creative ways to celebrate for the whole month! This summer I’ve been coming back to writing so much thanks to the newest silly man, so I decided to keep that up by celebrating the spooky season with ficlets! The goal is to keep them around 100 - 200  words so that I can manage to complete them, since life is super busy for me atm (but there’s always time for the spooky time). I’ve come up with a list of prompts based mostly on spooky songs and horror movies that I like. 

RULES

The movie prompt requests CAN be related to the actual plot of the movie but not necessarily (maybe you just find the title interesting). Also applies to the songs

You can definitely mix up and combine from each category if you like! or throw an original idea of yours, mixed with a prompt from this list

Please specify if you’d like for the ficlet to include smut, or if you’d like for me to keep it sfw 

(please consider that the main blorbo of the moment is Eddie Munson and that most of my writing recently has been centered around him, but I AM including the blorbos of my past) 

Things I don't include in my writing: a character being related to another one from canon, specific descriptions of physical appearance such as weight, race, etc.

I came up with these prompts for my own use, and I don’t consent to have these reposted somewhere else without my knowledge. If you feel inspired to write based on these, I’d appreciate to be given the credit.

Prompt fills will start to get posted from late September through October 31st.

Happy Halloween friends, let the spooky season begin with open requests!

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CHARACTERS 

Eddie Munson (stranger things)

Armitage Hux (and Gabriel O'Malley, a Domhnall Gleeson character that can be considered as an AU Hux) (star wars)

Kylo Ren  (star wars)

HALLOWEEN ICONS/STAPLES

Pumpkin patch

Witches

Vampires

Spiders

Bats

Werewolves

Ghosts

Halloween Decor

Haunted house 

Corn Maze

Movie Macabre

Horror Host/hostess 

Trick or treating  

Candy corn 

Costumes 

devils / demons 

Possessed dolls 

Slashers 

Haunted trails 

The grim reaper 

Aliens

Goosebumps

SPOOKY SONGS

Dead Man’s Party 

No One Lives Forever 

Grey Matter 

Looks That Kill

Shout At The Devil

Running With The Devil 

Lady Evil

Poison

Grim Grinning Ghosts

Psycho Killer

Feed my Frankenstein

I Love The Dead

This House Is Haunted 

Welcome To My Nightmare

I Was A Teenage Werewolf

Zombie Dance

The Number of the beast

Hell’s Bells

The Wizard

Enter Sandman

Children of the Grave

Bat Out Of Hell 

Devil Behind That Bush

Bark At The Moon

Living Dead Girl

Spellbound

Witchy Woman

Tubular Bells

Dead or Alive

Monster Mash

Spooky Scary Skeletons

Fiend Club

Girl On The Moon

Bela Lugosi’s Dead

Weird Science

Freaks Come Out At Night 

Riboflavin-flavored, Non-carbonated, polyunsaturated blood 

I Put A Spell On You

Electric Funeral

Somebody’s Watching Me 

Thriller 

Dancing Dead 

Waiting for Darkness

HORROR MOVIES 

Critters 

Killer Klowns from Outer Space

An American Werewolf in London

Friday the 13th 

Halloween 

Scream 

The Craft 

The Witches 

The Lost Boys 

The Fly 

Child’s Play

Candy man 

Frankenstein 

Dracula

The Exorcist 

Rosemary’s Baby 

The Howling 

Shivers 

Misery 

Nightmare on Elm Street 

Re-Animator 

Hellraiser 

Ghostbusters

Carrie 

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

The Addam’s Family 

Creature from the Black Lagoon

The Rocky Horror Picture Show 

Transylvania 6-5000 

Beetlejuice

Horror High

Prom Night 

I Know What You Did Last Summer 

Fright Night

Near Dark

The Thing

#my writing #spooky ficlet fest #eddie munson #armitage hux #kylo ren #fanfiction #halloween #writing prompts #prompts