#making banshee noises as i type this down

[neteyamu]

can i please request neteyam taking his human!secret gf on a ride with his ikran? i just thought that would be so cute!

pairing — neteyam x human gn!reader

genre — flufffff, a speck of angst

warning — partially proofread(yay😻), and like 2 swears

wc — 1.4k (i may or may not have gotten a bit carried away 💀)

a/n — thanks for sending in the request pretty!! loved writing it 😽

All that could be heard throughout Pandora’s forest were the heavy footsteps running through the clearing towards the cliffs, and the panting emanating from you drowning out any other noises the forest made. You slow down and come to a stop, bending over and placing your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. You look up and see Neteyam hasn’t taken notice of you stopping.

“Neteyam! Slow down.” you whisper shout while breathing heavily, not being able to keep up with his long legs. Especially since yours were half the size of his.

Neteyam stops and turns around in confusion, ears pointing downwards as he takes in your tired state. A slow smile spreads on his face as he tries to hide it with his hand, and his ears stand up straight. Neteyam’s tail furls and unfurls behind him due to the adrenaline coursing through his body.

“You could have just let me carry you, you know. We would have gotten there faster then”, he says with a teasing tone, smirking at you.

Neteyam begins walking towards you as you finally stand back up, having caught your breath, though your exopack was slightly foggy due to all the humidity. Pandora was warmer than usual today. You had been complaining about it all day so Neteyam had come up with some type of plan. But he still hasn’t told you anything, insisting that he wanted to keep it a “surprise”.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Just get over here quickly.” you roll your eyes at him. “How much longer until we get there?”

“It is not that far away from here I believe, just a couple more minutes.” He says as he turns around and crouches, waiting for you to climb onto his back.

Once you wrap your arms around his neck, he stands up and starts walking to the edge of the forest once again. Though he’s definitely going much slower, wanting to spend more time talking to you.

“‘Teyamm you still haven’t told me what we’re gonna do.” you whine into his neck and nuzzle against it.

“You will find out in a minute Sevin, we are almost there.” Neteyam says, sounding giddy. You could feel his tail caress your left leg, tickling you a bit.

Just as you near the end of the clearing you hear a banshee’s call and you gasp. Looking around Neteyam, you could see his beautiful green and brown ikran. Neteyam carefully set you down and walked to his ikran, gently patting it on its head. You observe it with astonishment, never having been this close to it.

“Wow..” you breathe out in amazement. Eyes widening in awe. “It’s so pretty.”

Neteyam smiles at your expression. “Would you like to touch them?” he asks you and you couldn’t be happier.

You excitedly nod and walk closer. Neteyam takes your tiny hand and guides you over to where he’s standing. He rests your hand against his ikran and you can feel their heartbeat. The moving of their chest as they breathe and it’s breathtaking. You let out a quiet gasp as the ikran makes a noise. Your heart rate picks up and you look at Neteyam, silently asking if you could still pet the ikran. He gives you a nod and moves to calm them.

“What are we doing here?” you question Neteyam, slightly confused.

“We are going to take a ride”, Neteyam smiles at you as your eyes widen in shock.

“What!?”

“You heard me”, he shrugs his shoulders as he makes tsaheylu with the creature and jumps onto its back. He then leans down and holds his hand out to you.

“Come on Sevin, I know you want to”, he smirks at you, raising his eyebrow. You take his hand and he sits you in front of him. You can feel Neteyam’s chest pressing against your back, making you feel even smaller than you already are. He slides one hand around your waist and the other holds onto his ikran’s reins.

“Are you sure this is safe though ‘Teyam? Your dad said humans shouldn’t ride on ikrans”, you worried about what his dad would say if he knew.

“What he does not know cannot hurt him,” Neteyam says. “Besides, do you not trust me?”

“You know I do ‘Teyam”, you lean back into his chest seeking comfort.

“Then do not worry Sevin, I will do anything to keep you safe.” he reassures you and without warning, takes off on his ikran.

“NETEYAM!” you yell as loud as you can, closing your eyes as fear runs through you. You can feel yourself going straight up, the only thing stopping you from falling off is Neteyam’s body and his arm around your waist.

You can hear Neteyam laughing his ass off behind you and you swiftly elbow him in the abdomen. That seems to shut him up real quick.

Soon you feel Neteyam’s ikran straighten out and now you’re gliding smoothly across the sky. You peek open your eyes and gasp at the beautiful sight before you. Pandora looks even more beautiful from up here. Neteyam hugs you tighter against him and you just know he’s smiling.

“So, how is it Sevin, do you like it?” he asks you and you have to stop yourself from telling him that was a stupid question.

“It’s absolutely stunning Neteyam”, you’re still in awe, excitedly looking around and taking in everything all at once. You can feel the light breeze graze your skin, cooling it down and giving you goosebumps.

Neteyam’s hand tightens around your waist as his ikran suddenly dives down and you let out a sharp scream. His ikran twists and turns swiftly around cliffs and under bridges, scaring the shit out of you.

“NETEYAM! SLOW DOWN!” you yell at him but barely hear your own voice with the wind thundering against your ears.

All you hear is Neteyam laughing at you. You can feel him against you, leaning down to your ear, “Try to relax y/n, I promise it is not as bad as you think”, he chuckles into your ear.

You slowly begin opening your eyes as Neteyam’s ikran takes another sharp turn and you have never been as thankful for your exopack in your whole life until now. You are sure if you didn’t have it, the wind would be stinging your eyes.

You calmly take a deep breath in, and release. Every time you breathe out, you could feel a bit of the fear leaving you as well. You soon feel confident enough to take your hands off the reins and hold them up over your head. Neteyam steadies his ikran and you fly straight ahead, gliding over low hanging clouds.

After a while Neteyam turns around, going back the way you came from. The wind doesn’t feel as strong as before because it now pushes you instead of against you. You are finally enjoying the ride, letting the wind pleasantly hit your arms, blowing through your hair. You slowly bring your hands back down and hold onto the reins again. Leaning back against Neteyam, you serenely look all around you, taking in Pandora’s beauty, Eywa’s creation. It is all so beautiful, heavenly almost.

The ikran slowly begins to descend back to the ground, the landing shaking you up a bit and pulling you out of your reverie. Neteyam hops off and offers his hand to you. You smile at him as you take it and he lifts you off his ikran. He turns back around to scratch his ikran’s head and breaks tsaheylu.

“So how was it Syulang, did you enjoy the ride?” Neteyam asks, giving you his cute bunny smile.

“I absolutely loved it! Thank you so much ‘Teyam”, you grin and wrap your hands around his waist, giving him a hug.

“I am glad you did, we should do this again hmm”, he hums, asking for your approval.

You start nodding as you say, “Yes, definitely”.

Neteyam gives you another pretty smile before he leans down and kisses your head, patting it after standing back up. “Come on, we should get back before anyone realizes we are both gone.”

He takes your hand in his and you both walk back to High Camp together. Talking about how your days went and laughing together. Maybe someday you wouldn’t have to sneak around. Someday you could run off together and no one would question anything. Someday.. But until then you will happily take whatever you can get.

#neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #avatar #avatar 2009 #atwow #neteyam fluff #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar neteyam #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x human reader #neteyam angst #avatar the way of water #neteyam imagine #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n

[smoothielenny]

Bearly see any Norm or Max and seeing artists reader got me thinking of this

Unlike Spider in some ways Reader respect the people of the tribe and not try to be liked them but try to understand them ( like Steve Erwin on how he respects the animals and people) and they went to a solo adventure to draw more plants that haven't even documented in her art book and one day she came back kinda late and they holding something and it's few jars of bry dyes, and when asked where they got it she just said " I meet a small group of Na'vi in my adventure and they seem to liked drawing so we trade one of my art book with these "

Turns out they meet different type of Na'vi who wears a type of skull mask due to the high altitude they travel with their large flight companions ( bigger then the banshees ) that been traveling, and they seem to be very friendly as they view reader as a just a child despite being a sky demon, apparently these Na'vis are very allusive and private individuals but willing to learn of things that Pandora have to offer with a open mind

Dora, Dora, Dora, The Explorer

I couldn’t think of better title lol.

“Norm! Where is (y/n)!?” Max yelled. Max and Norm is like your parents, they deeply care for you. Max is mostly the worried one while Norm is more focused f that chill dad. Norm scratched his head responding with ‘I don’t know’ Max just sighed and face palmed himself.

“I’m sure she’s around, you know how she is, always on adventures.” Norm calmed Max, but he wasn’t having it. What if you accidentally went to the enemy’s territory? And got kidnapped by them? What if this time you got lost? These ‘what ifs’ is messing with Max mind and it’s making him crazy.

While you ‘dad’ is having a panic attack, you were walking around the jungle, actually opposite where the enemies territory are, so basically you are safe. While walking you saw through wood some Na’vi, you thought it would be some Omatikaya who is in hunting, but no, they look different. The clothing seems a bit similar, but they were wearing a mask. A mask that looks like a skeleton (luckily not a human skeleton). You walk further to them make a crisp noise from stepping at a dried leaves. They all look at you way, they took their arrow and bow and on their defensive mode. You gasped and put your hands up causing to drop your sketch book and pencil. Your breathing started to go faster. Nervousness is crawling up to you head.

“I…I’m not a threat I swear.” You said in Na’vi. They were shocked that a human knows their language though they didn’t back down yet.

“I’m a friend, not an enemy.” You said slowly. They all look at each other and finally lowered their weapons. You sigh in relief from this, but now feel intimidated, you don’t know what to do after, but you just asked, “are you part of Omatikaya?” They said no and answered with ‘We are not, We are mountain people.’ You nodded. They were about to leave, but you said something along the lines with, “Will you let me follow you? I want to know more about you.”

You are now in the air riding with one of them on a big ikran, well at least like an ikran, it is bigger that an actual ikran. They all landed on the top of a mountain. It is different from the Hellelujah mountain, it has its own type of plants and habitats. You were intrigued by it and starts drawing it. One of them got curious and gets close to know what you are doing. They saw you vastly sketch out a plant, they were impressed. You started asking them about everything you could find and taking notes of it, they happily answered you. Talking to a human who has an interest in their clan and place makes them happy. They told you about their tradition, their food, animals, and their own spirit tree.

Night has come and Max is extra stress. He still couldn’t find you and Norm is now also worried. You usually go back afternoon and now it’s night. You now probably got lost.

“Norm that’s it, I’m going out—“ his arms is grabbed by Norm, again trying to calm Max.

“Hey, hey. It’s already night, why don’t you relax and I’ll find her with my avatar bo—“ his words interrupted by a bang of a door opening. It was you.

“(y/n)! Where were you!?” Max exclaimed. You have a lot of thing to tell him.

#avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #atwow #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar fanfiction #avatar headcanons #avatar norm #avatarmax #atwow imagines #atwow x y/n #atwow x reader #atwow fanfiction

[writingseaslugs]

Pomefiore: Reader Who's Scared of Storms

I really had fun writing Rook's part; I'm not going to lie; I simp hardcore for the man.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore (You're Here) | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Reader Who’s Scared of Storms

Vil Schoenheit

Vil discovers this small fact when he has to film a movie scene, and it calls for a storm. He invites you to it, and he realizes when you find out exactly what was going on and how you refused. He’s going to calmly ask if you are scared of storms, and once he gets confirmation, he’ll make a mental note to not ask that of you. He’ll even offer to be with you whenever there’s a storm if you call for him and keep that in mind.

Everyone has fears, and he won’t ever make you feel bad for this one. He’ll also offer up a spa day to keep you distracted from the storm raging on outside. He’ll be doing facials and running a warm bath to soak in with some essential oils in there and soothing candles. He just makes the atmosphere very calming, talks to you about his latest projects, and encourages you to tell him about things going on in your life.

Vil keeps his phone off at night so he doesn’t get woken up, so he’ll, of course, be making sure to keep track of storms. You’ll be coming over to his dorms, though, since he refuses to stay at Ramshackle again. The smells of an oil diffuser will be in the air, and he’ll offer you some specially made tea that helps aid sleep. Once you’re basically dozing off, he’ll take you over to the bed and lay down with you, arms around you, and tell you that you’re rather cute when you���re all sedated like this.

Rook Hunt

Rook knew from the moment the first storm of the year hit, and he noticed you off in the distance. He still hadn’t approached you for conversation back then, but he did store it in his mental database. Once you two are familiar with one another and there’s a storm, he’ll inform you and offer for you to stay at Pomefiore during it. If you’re confused, he’ll retell the amazing tale of how he noticed you one fateful day as you screamed like a banshee when a bolt of lightning hit too close and how you dropped all you were carrying and ran to the nearest building without gathering it up. It now made sense to you why all your stuff was sitting at your next-period class that day.

Rook finds this absolutely adorable and isn’t afraid to tell you how cute you look when you’re all jumpy and scared. He tells you how you remind him of a small rabbit right now, ready to bolt at the sound of a branch breaking. Of course, he’ll be grabbing you to hang out with him away from all the noise and maybe telling you some poems he has written as of late. Some of them are comically bad, and he knows it, even looking over to see if you were willing to laugh or try to be polite and encouraging. It’s fine to laugh; he wrote them so you would laugh after all.

He’s your personal storm radar, being able to tell one is brewing the morning of. When you hear a knock at your window and see him there, waiting to be let in, you know shit is about to go down. He is holding a lovely-looking novel, though, and will be reading you to sleep while playing with your hand or anything else he can touch respectfully. If you have hair long enough for him to play with, you bet he’s twirling it around his finger as he watches you slowly grow more drowsy.

Epel Felmier

Epel is pretty oblivious as you two are working on some potions homework. The storm had barely begun, and he hadn’t heard the thunder or seen the lightning. He was far too used to storms rolling around, so he didn’t think anything of it. Until he looked over to ask you a question and saw how frightened you looked. At this point, he still hadn't noticed the storm and will be asking what’s going on, and once you explain, it clicks. He doesn’t understand the fear, but he knows he dislikes seeing you like this.

He’ll reassure you that there’s nothing to fear, and he’ll stay with you until it blows over. If you want, you guys can continue working on your homework, and anytime there’s a crack of thunder, he’ll place his hand over your thigh and tell you it’s alright. If you need something more distracting, then he’ll grab an apple and offer to show you easy carvings to keep your attention elsewhere. He’s a pretty good teacher too, and before you know it, the storm has subsided, and you’ve picked up a new skill.

He enjoys staying up late, no matter what Vil says, so it’s no surprise when he’s still awake to see your message. He has to sneak out of the dorm to head over, but when he does, he has a cold bottle of apple juice and some headphones for you. He’ll sit and talk with you until you’re growing tired enough to fall asleep. Then he’ll curl up with you in bed and run his hand over your thigh as he waits for you to sleep, admiring you as you finally doze off.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST #TWST x Reader #TWST Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Disney #TWST Disney #Vil Schoenheit #Vil Schoenheit x Reader #Vil x Reader #Rook Hunt #Rook Hunt x Reader #Rook x Reader #Epel Felmier #Epel Felmier x Reader #Epel x Reader

[leathermouthproxies]

Helloo, your fic is bonkers bananarammadingdong bootiful

I started drawing the OC I came up with to read as, rather than a self insert, and am v e r y tempted to draw the boys, thoughts??? Started making a fake spotify wrapped for her and was wondering what your headcanons for their favorite bands or songs were if you're down for some questionable fanart lol

Also here's my child, she's on a bullet train to hell but so am I

WOW ok first of all, LOVE your art style, its such a perfect mix of realism while still having a distinct style omg. Second of all PLS DRAW THE BOYS! I simply can not get enough of art of those GUYS.

Also as for music headcanons I haven't really thought about it very much, but I can tell you what I have thought about and honestly I have no explanations. I am going completely off of vibes.

Tim we know is into like new wave post-punk. Joy Division, Devo, ect. Idk I don't listen to him when he talks. Going more into head canon realm I would also include like new wave gothic. The cure, siouxsie and the banshees, like 70-90's type alt. Huge music snob.

I feel Masky would have a different taste, same kind of era but heavier and more industrial. Rammstein, Nine inch Nails, maybe even DC punk type shit, minor threat, black flag, dead Kennedys, decendents. Suicidal tendencies idk

Brian and hoodie honestly I don't see as big music people, brian I can see being very into like synth pop, or like... I don't know how to describe what I'm thinking. I think tiktok was calling it dream core or like goblin core or something. That's what I imagine brian listening to LMFAO. Like jack stauber, vundabar, I dont know how but the found me, maybe a sprinkle of mother mother. Tbh I literally can't imagine hoodie listening to music LOL. That guy is weird idk I think he has autism! Anyways

As for toby. Honestly. I feel like he just listens to the same exact things as me. It just feels RIGHT. Lil bit of industrial (that's the only thing he and masky can agree on), a whole bunch of Midwest emo, like the real sad kind, mccaferty, Lincoln, mom jeans, sorority noise, the front bottoms (ok not that sad but whatever), pup, la dispute (ok not Midwest but WHATEVER) actually I don't know if any of those are actually ""Midwest emo"" but like you know, bands with that Midwest emo ~vibe~. But when hes not all up in his own head he'd be into the classics. My chem, peirce the veil, sleeping with sirens, you know what I mean by classics. He'd also get into the heavier stuff from time to time, motionless in white, Lorna shore probs. Like he listens to as much music as tim he's just not a damn SNOB ABOUT IT! So he's a little more diverse.

I wrote a lot more than I thought I would.

#Also Omg cupid 🥺 #Like I said don't ask for an explanation bc I do not HAVE ONE! THIS IS ALL VIBES! #Anyways lol #🤪✌️ #Tim #Brian #Toby #Masky #Hoodie #proxy boys

[x-fantasy-is-my-reality-x]

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian

Chapter 2: Off His Ass

“Raian that’s enough,” His sister, Fusui scolded angrily. “That’s like your thirteenth bottle.”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t tell me what to do!” Raian crowed loudly, smashing the bottle he had drained in seconds onto the ground and littering shards of glass everywhere. His sister let out a small ‘eep’ and danced away from the flying pieces, giving him a glare before Henzo pulled her away.

“Just leave him alone and he’ll be out like a light soon. Hopefully.” Henzo whispered. “Just don’t stir him up until then, okay?

“Fine,” Fusui groaned, eyeing distastefully at her brother who continued to cackle like a banshee.

“Alright who's next?” Raian waved another bottle in the air, but everyone else who had been willing to challenge him had collapsed in a near-alcohol induced coma on the ground. 

“Tch, pussies.” Raian sneered and stomped out the door of the Kure dining room, wandering about the garden in search of a good fight. His normally milky skin was flushed a light pink from the alcohol, and there was an uncertainty in his normally solid swagger as ambled around the massive yard.

The sharp sound of skin hitting stone reverberated through the crisp air, drawing the demon Kure’s attention away from his aimless walk and towards the more isolated part of the estate.

It was Ohma, practicing the Niko style against a pile of huge boulders. Sweat dripped off his bare chest, forming rivers that soaked into his baggy pants as he huffed in exertion. Still unaware of the other man’s presence over the noise of shattering stone, he went to grab another rock before a raspy voice made him freeze.

“What’s up, fucker?” 

A large, muscular arm dropped heavily across Ohma’s shoulders which he immediately pushed off.

“What the hell do you want Raian?” 

“Nothin’ much,” Raian sniggered and leaned closer, black scleras glinting maliciously in the dim light. “Wanna fight?”

“No, dumbass. Are you drunk?” Ohma wrinkled his nose at the overwhelming smell of wine on his breath. Great, as if a sober Raian wasn’t already a massive pain in the ass. “I’m not carrying you back to your room if you crash.”

“Try me, bitch.” 

The first punch knocked him back four feet, but Raian managed to stay upright, blinking rapidly to clear the dizziness in his head.

“Time to dominate!” Letting out a feral roar, Raian pounced. He beat down on his rival with wild animal strength, different from his normal-slightly more composed-Kure style. 

Despite the frenzied blows, Ohma had no problem dodging or blocking each one, though his arm began to throb soon enough under the intense barrage of attacks. If Raian had nothing else, he had brute strength enough to make any man tremble in fear. But Ohma was no normal man, and he had dealt with types like the hot-headed assassin before. Though they were much weaker at the very least.

“Hey, your old man might not be pleased with all the holes you’re leaving in the yard.” Ohma evaded a roundhouse kick and bounced back, gesturing at the substantial craters dotting the ground. “You’re ripping up all the grass.”

“Fuck that! Fight me Tokita, or are you too big of a pussy?!” His frustration with Ohma’s refusal for a real fight exploded into the form of hurling rocks like cannonballs.

Is this son of a bitch crazy? 

Ohma almost smacked himself at that thought as a human-sized boulder whizzed past his ear and battered right into the wall of the Kure manor. Raian was the definition of crazy, his face was probably plastered all over the dictionary page.

“RAIAN?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BOY?!” A shout halted Raian’s throwing spree momentarily, enough for Ohma to disarm him and put him into a headlock.

“We were just sparring old man,” Raian cackled, fingers prying at Ohma’s arm wrapped around his neck.

“No we were not.” Ohma started to peel his fingers out of his forearm. He had half a mind to break them. 

“I don’t care what you are doing, cease this racket immediately! I won’t tell you twice Raian,” Grandfather Erioh pointed at him with his cane. “And you, Ohma! Take him back to his room and watch him!”

Knowing better than to argue with the grandfather, Ohma begrudgingly led Raian back to his room tucked securely under his armpit. He was sure Raian could have broken out at any time, so why didn’t he?

Shaking his head, he knew better than to try to delve into Raian’s brain or else he would probably develop a migraine.

“Try not to destroy everything here, brat.” Ohma finally let him go after they reached his quarters, sliding the door shut before Raian could attack him again. During the five minute walk Raian had coughed and sneezed on him twice (he was starting to think he was doing it on purpose) as Ohma struggled to keep his large frame moving. He also thought it was fun to pinch his ass, hard. Snarling, Ohma slapped him in the face and opted for just dragging the drunk man by the arms, who went limp but continued to whine like a foul-mouthed child. 

Ohma had never wanted to murder someone so badly in his entire life.

After pulling the two-hundred-pound psychopath to his bed, Ohma was finally able to settle down in his own room,  keeping a keen ear out for him in case he decided to act up again. 

Hearing no sound from the other side, Ohma hesitantly let his eyes slip close for his daily image training. Ever since he began living with the Kures, more and more of them began slipping into his dream-battles. The three most common frequenters were always Reiichi, Hollis, and Raian. The latter slipped into his dreams the most, much to his displeasure. Dream Raian was just as annoying as the real Raian himself. 

And of course, today it was him who appeared once again. 

A loud crash seared through his concentration just as dream Raian opened his fat mouth, shocking Ohma onto his feet. He let out an irritated huff through his nose, clenching his teeth so hard they almost chipped as he yanked open the door. 

“Can’t you just settle down, you son of a bitch?” Ohma swore under his breath when he saw Raian sprawled out on the floor, reminiscent of a pale human-sized bear rug. He was almost tempted to just shut the door and pretend he didn’t see anything, but Raian had wedged his fingers into the floorboards and was in the process of peeling back the wood with a resounding snap.

Storming over, Ohma yanked his hand away only to be met with a slew of curses and a directionally-challenged fist that went straight through the floor.

“Do I need to tie you up, Raian?”

“Suck a cock, dumbass!”  

Raian suddenly reached out a hand to grab his ankle, pulling his body towards him and sending Ohma sliding on his ass as he knocked the back of his head against the floor. With surprising agility for someone that drunk, he hauled himself onto Ohma’s chest….and promptly threw up. 

It took a moment for the unfortunate man to process what had fully happened as Raian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sneering at him all the while. 

And then he snapped.

With a roar of rage Ohma slung Raian across the room with all the force he could muster and stormed out, bashing the door so hard that it flew off the hinges behind him as he walked stiffly to the restroom. He ripped off his clothes-they weren’t worth saving at that point-and angrily turned the shower knob all the way to the highest temperature. He wiped what was left of the vomit off his face and scrubbed his body with a rough sponge until it stung, silently cursing the old man Erioh and Raian the entire time.

Soon, the heat began to burn and Ohma was forced to exit before his skin turned a bright lobster red. Steam had overtaken the room, making it difficult to see as he blindly groped around for a towel. Therefore he was more than surprised when his foot landed on something hard and warm, something human.

“Fuck!” 

A yellowed rag was thrust in his face, making him flinch backward as Raian got up from the floor. He was so white that his body almost blended with the tiles in the steam.

Had he been there the entire time?

“Here.” Raian’s voice was raspier than usual as he dangled the cloth in front of Ohma’s face.

“What the hell is this?”

“Towel.”

“It’s filthy Raian,” Ohma scrunched his nose and pushed his arm away.

“Didn’t say it was clean.”

Sighing, he moved past him and grabbed a fresh one, eyes catching on the bright red droplets leading in a trail from the entrance. The tiny dots led to a small pool where Raian had been sitting, seeping slowly from a few cuts on his back when he had collided with the wall.

“Go take a shower, punk.”

“Ha! In your drea-” Ohma forced his head down, cutting off the rest of his sentence before walking him to the shower and shutting him in. He got dressed in record time and leaned his back against the door just as Raian attempted to crawl back out, abruptly ending his escape. There was a low curse as his face was once again introduced to the door.

“I’m not letting you out until you’re clean. You smell like shit-”

“Says who, you pig!”

“-and you’re getting blood everywhere.” He waited for a few seconds while the sounds of Raian’s heavy breathing was the only sound coming from the stall, and still no signs of any running water. A minute passed and there was still no movement from within.

“Do I have to do everything myself?!” Ohma snarled, opening the door and turning the water on cold. “Are you fucking five?!”

A hand twisted itself into his collar and wrenched him in, putting him in the direct line of the freezing water. His back arched instinctively to avoid it, unintentionally pressing himself into the body below.

Shivering uncontrollably, he fought to get Raian’s hands off him while simultaneously spinning the dial to warm, grinding his teeth to fight off the urge to strangle this man in the shower. 

When he moved to get off, the hands in his collar wouldn’t budge. “Let go Raian. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

“Why don’t you make me?” Raian mocked, still fully clothed. The white shirt he had been wearing, now stained pink with blood, turned transparent under the downpour, clinging tightly to his well-defined muscles. The blue jeans had turned dark and wet, emphasizing brawny calves and rock-hard thighs, leading up to a prominent bulge in his pants that Ohma was quite familiar with, courtesy of Kiryu Setsuna. But this however, felt different. (Excluding size differences)

Ohma tried not to stare, confusion evident in his expression. Why couldn’t he tear his eyes away? His brain told him to look away, but a more primal part of his body screamed otherwise. 

He couldn’t understand what that warm feeling was welling up inside his stomach, though it wasn’t particularly unpleasant, just...unfamiliar. 

It was puzzling when normally the only thing he had felt towards the devil of man was anger and exasperation, and the heat that usually came with those emotions were something of a different breed from what he was feeling right now.

“Remember Ohma, sometimes you just gotta throw your thoughts out the window and go for it, you know? Trust your gut, kid, and don’t think too hard or you’ll hurt yourself.”  Niko’s words bounced about in his head, echoing and gnawing away at any restraint he had left.

Fuck sensibility, Ohma growled, and Raian seemed to catch on. His gut had never led him wrong before, so there was no reason to deny it now. 

Surging forward Ohma latched his teeth onto his milky neck, instantly feeling a bright blossom of pain as Raian returned the bite with the same fervor. 

He was gonna need to take another shower.

***

“Were you guys fighting again last night?” Karla blinked at the multi-colored bruises peeking out from beneath Ohma’s collar during breakfast the next morning. Hollis spat out his food from the other side of the table and went into a coughing fit as Reiichi snickered behind his hand, half-heartedly slapping his cousin’s back in an attempt to dislodge the food. The rest of the Kures seemed to catch on too, most suddenly much more invested in their food or whispering into each other’s ears with mild giggling.

“...You could say that-” Ohma began only to have Raian obnoxiously butt in with a wide smirk on his face.

“That wasn’t what you said when you were on your knees last night!” 

There was a chorus of groans and wolf whistles as Ohma smacked Raian’s face into his mashed potatoes with a solid splat.

They were banished to sleep in the yard that night.

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #tokita ohma x kure raian #ohma x raian #tokita ohma #kure raian #raian x ohma #ohma tokita

[atarathegreat]

Dabi-My Woman

Dabi wasn't the type to protect people, let alone watch them work. But that woman, somehow she'd managed to fuck up his internal wiring. She'd changed who he thought he was.

It was supposed to be another simple house robbery, in and out with all the valuables he could grab. The last thing the guy had expected was for the meek victim to come out of the shadows and take him down as she screamed like a banshee. Dabi thought he'd seen her cower at bugs and jump at loud noises, but the woman that had him pinned to her floor wasn't who he'd watched. Her whole demeanor was different.

"Hold still, Mio! If I fall from up here I will never let you live it down! And neither would Tanaka!" Y/n was sat on her co-workers shoulders as she tried to rewrite the specials list for the bar, Dabi didn't miss the way the other man tightened his grip on her thighs, "I'm putting Hurricane Shots back up for Tanaka, she said she's been having a bad week."

The man, Mio, chuckled from his place between her legs, "Work hasn't been too easy and the other employees are assholes, bad is an understatement. She's getting trashed tonight for sure."

It irked the man in the corner that his girl was so comfortable on another man's shoulders. He wanted to set the worker on fire and walk out with Y/n, keep her all to himself. To his dismay she was great friends with Mio and his girlfriend Tanaka.

Her laughter pulled him from his murder plotting, the way her crop top showed more stomach than he liked as she stretched to get off the man. It only made him grumpier as he approached the bar. More indecent thoughts flooded his mind as the other male got closer to Y/n.

There weren't many other patrons, just a table of middle aged women with wine and guys drinking beer while watching some games. He didn't mind how empty it was at the moment, though he knew it was going to get busier as it got later. Most people just wanted a nightcap and sometimes he could relate.

"You know Boss Lady got super pissed the last time we tried to make it easier for ourselves to do anything." Mio scoffed as he leaned against the opposite side of the counter, "Her aesthetics are kinda dangerous, don't you think?"

Dabi slammed his whiskey glass down, catching both workers attention, "Why don't you quit, then? If it's not safe I wouldn't see the point in staying."

Y/n giggled, "Boss Lady just wants things to look nice, is all. I love working here, getting to rile up the drunks and then there's Tanaka in general."

Tanaka, as far as Dabi had seen, was a nice woman. She got close with Y/n fairly quickly from what he'd been able to find out. The two ladies often flirted while Y/n worked, Dabi hadn't minded at first, then Tanaka had started kissing her.

Dabi grumbled, holding his glass out for more alcohol and waiting until Y/n was out of earshot, "Listen, she's my girl. Touch her even one more time and I'll make sure your skin feels like sand paper until you die."

Mio kept his distance during her shift, it was his girlfriend that Dabi ended up having to watch. Tanaka was already so shit faced and handsy, he wasn't surprised in the slightest when she had asked Y/n for a Hurricane Shot. He couldn't keep his eyes off the way Tanaka held Y/n's waist and welcomed the water and the slap that followed. The glass in his hand nearly broke when the two kissed, Y/n pulling away and wiping at the saliva that was left on her lips. The whole bar was erupting in cheers and it aggravated the vigilante.

He wanted to cause a scene and drag her out from behind the counter, but he stayed in his seat until her shift ended. The small bar was empty and Dabi trudged after her while she cleaned tables. Y/n hummed, shaking her hips to the music being played while she cleaned. She never got to finish her cleaning.

Y/n was cussing at him the whole walk to her place, swearing that if she got fired he would never hear the end of it. Dabi was already aware that he wouldn't, he'd even had a plan to hide her with him wherever he went. Only if it came to that, though.

"Do you know how much I love that job? Mio and Tanaka are my best friends and working there is the most convenient way to see them! You'll be really lucky if he can leave Tanaka to finish cleaning the tables!" She jerked free once inside her apartment, pulling her phone out, "God, you've been unbearable all night! Following me like a lost puppy and now this? What's next?"

Dabi tossed her phone away when she was done texting, shoving her against the wall, "Listen, puppet, I don't give a damn about that job or those people. I do give a damn about you being kissed by those other people."

Before she could retort with anything even remotely sassy, he kissed her, the same way the other woman had but less sloppy. Dabi loved the way she initially tensed up and the way she relaxed and let him take control. He was aware that she could easily turn the tables and he only hoped he wouldn't have to get rougher with her.

"Dabi?" She pushed him away, breathing heavily as she spoke, "Please don't make me lose my job, I really love working there. And you get to sit and make sure no one bothers me."

"So you like me watching you?" He chuckled, moving to kiss her shoulder, "Such a strange little puppet I've found."

Y/n rolled her eyes but still hugged the taller man, "You do realize that my defeating you was pure luck, right? My only plan revolved around the element of surprise."

"Hmm, you really are full of surprises. Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get fired. For tonight, however, you're my puppet." He smirked, lifting her just to drop her on the couch, "I want all of your attention, I don't care what we do. I'm sick of seeing the way you look at everyone else. Just look at me."

#dabi x reader #dabi x female reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x female reader #x reader #x female reader #dabi #touya todoroki #mha #mha x reader #mha x female reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x female reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[that-one-weird-simp]

KNY Monster AU

Yeah, i made another AU... Lol also some of these designs will not be based on their canon.

The monsters are the demons.. Hashira are the researchers... More on them later..

Muzan: he is basically his finale form, just the teethy mouths on his body replace his mouth on his face, his ears are pointed and his legs are animal like, yes he does have his Tentacles.

He has a tail that looks like a spinal cord with a blade at the tip of it. He has spikes at the base of it, his hands and feet are more animal like.

His calls are growls and screeches like a banshee.. His diet is raw animal meat and fish. But only certain species of Invasive fish or else he won't eat it.. He pick, the fish also have to be fresh water.

He must be fed 400 pounds of meat twice a day, or he'll get bitchy and screeches till someone feeds him.. He needs 800 pounds daily cause he burns alot of calories from how active he is.

His containment contains a shallow to a 20 foot deep pool, long grass and spider lilies to keep him calm (also his favorite flower) ropes of cable and chains for him to climb on.

He is is like a ferret.. Crackhead then a power nap.. Then more crackhead shit..

Behavior: oddly very playful, friendly and doesn't mind if any of the researchers, he would just be curious and check them out before doing his own thing.

Kokushibo: Basically his monster self just the weird ass appendages all over him are split into two rows on his back, His mouth is normal but he can unhinged his jaw like a snake and his hair is still in its nice pony tail, he does have two horns, but the right one is bigger then the other.

His is shirtless and he has thick furr from the waist down, his legs are also animal like and he has big cloven hooves. he has a thick based tail with a wipped thin end with some furr tuff at the end of it and its about 2 ft long while is tail is 6 feet long. He keeps his normal hight.

The noises he makes.. He is like a cheetah.. He meows and purrs, he can also chirp too..he did have a twin yoriichi but he unfortunately gotten deathly sick and passed. Other then that he is like an orange tabby cat..playful and loves it when you pet him.

His containment contains really long grass, a fresh water pool with some dummies so he can practice his hunting skills. He is a speed demon so everyday they would release him into a speed way type of room for him to run around and go wild in.

He also needs 800 pounds of beef daily. 400 pounds twice a day

Douma: he has a more disturbing appearance. His ScleraI is black, while his irisis are still rainbow with a slit pupil that is also black. His spine is visible and basically is sticking outof his bosy and is made of ice, same with his boney tail with a stinger at the end of it, his mouth is not normal.

Thats what his face looks like..

He needs to eat as much as kokushibo, he burns allot of calories crawling around in the vents that are present in his containment. He has to be kept in cold temperatures, he is pretty isolated so he gets bored and lonely easily, the researchers are making him a new location so he isnt so lonely. His diet constists of fish and pork, so 800 pounds of pork in the morning, 800 pounds of fish at night. He needs the calories for climbing and crawling at a fast pace.

He is very friendly around females, males don't faze him much, he tries to charm them and cuddle em.. The researchers are currently trying to find someone who is willing to spend the time with him.

He still wears his canon cloths but the back is ripped open for his patruding spine. his legs are animal like but are built for climbing and crawling, his claws are built like that too.

His calls are a number of shrieks and screams.. Basically a distressed demonic cat that is high on crack..

Akaza: he has the skull of a mountain lion, he does have long fluffy dear ears, the rims of the ears are blue. His blue stripes are made of fur, he still does have his hair but it trails down his spine and along his tail. His tail is thin but long. Like a crocs tail. He is a Quadruped and his he has paws.

His calls are like a lions mixed with a snow leopard. His containment contains things he can climb on, punching bags for his hunting skills. a pool so he can swim in. And a grass patch so he can role in it. He is neutral around others, doesn't mind anyone much.. Unless its kyojuro who is responsible for preparing the food..

Bro is all over him liie a touch starved puppy. He is disappointed when he has to leave to feed the others. He is not picky about his food he will eat any kind of meat. At least 200 pounds a day.. 100 pounds in the morn and 100 at night.

Hantengu and his kids (clones):

All of them are quad and bipedal. Each of them have animal skulls as their faces. Urogi should be obvious..

Urogi: hawk skull, his wings are fused with his arms and he does not have the pearl belt around his waist and he has the hawk tail feathers

Karaku: fox skull, ears are long and torn, his fox tail has the leaf shape at the tip (like his fan,also they are all naked but have fur down there waist and arms and have the feet of the animal they represent)

Aizetsu: cougar skull, the tip of his tail is the tip of his spear thats in canon.

Sekido: bear skull.. Nothing much to say about him..

Zohakuten: he is ligit just a nightmare fuel wooden dragon that slithers around.. Like the traditional japanese dragon

Hantengu: he is just a wooden goblin creature that just cowers in the corner and is close to dying of old age.

They eat together and need the same amount of food... 4 tons of beef daily. there exhibit is currently in repair cause urogi decided to be a shit and reck the AC because it gets hot. So they are in a empty temporary.. Room...

Gyokko: nothing much changed about his second form he just has more monstrous features and has a croc like face and his colors are different, he is more piebald with a gradient of blues and purples. His also has betta fish fins at the end of his tail.

Gyutaro and daki: gyutaro was almost a successful experiment, he is a mix of a utah raptor, but he doesn't have the feathers just some spikes that replace them.. Instead of a pony tail on the top of his head its actually a low pony tail. He has his original torso, but his arms and legs are ones of a utah raptor.

Daki, or ume. Was almost successful.. Her genetics were mixed with what were supposed to be Kaigaku and Nakime.. She was given clothing but she is almost fully human, she can eat human food, but her behavior and biology is different..

We don't have an enclosure for them yet since we are still doing testing.

Enmu: He is an interesting one.. He has a lion like nose, half his face is metal, both sclera are black, but he kept his blue irises. His pupils are shaped as X's. There is fluff along his right arm and metal on his left. He has long fennec fox ears that are really fluffy, he has Quadruped legs, one leg is fluffy while the other is metal.. We took some pictures for reference.

The little hairs that grow from the back of his head.. They were replaced with his ears.. His tale is a long, thick table cord attached to a grappling hook like device.

His enclosure is full of metal scraps and things for him to climb on.. He eats the metal scraps and we refill it once a month.. He screams as comunaction.. Like a baby snow leopard and a fox.. he has screaming matches with rui since the enclosures are next to each other..

Rui: he is the only one that is 95% successful.. His structure and everything, no mutations or any monstrous features.. But his biology still needs work and his vocals.. He sounds like a fox mixed with a cat.. He does haves screaming matches with enmu.. We do put them together, they seem to get along well..

*NOTE: all of the creatures shown are in the juvenile stage. This is not their final form and may mutate further*

This was one of the reported documents we found in the ruin building.. It seemed to contain immataions of beloved characters from the series kimetsu no yaiba.. Or known as demon slayer.. We have received information that the substances and technology used to make these creatures, also made the half the staff.. Their names were

Iguro obanai Shinobu kocho Kanea kocho Kanoa Tsyuri Mitsuri konroji Kyojuri rengoku Gyomei Himejima Muichiro tokito Yuichiro tokito Senami shinzugawa Genya shinazugawa Giyuu tomioka Tengen uzui Tanjiro kamado Nezuko kamado Zenitsu agatsuma Inosuke Hashibira

There has been video footage of the staff getting infected by the same substance used to create the demons. Since there is no trace of them we can assume they are all on the loose.. No doubt that the staff are also mutated creatures as well..

#kny au #kimetsu no yaiba au #Au #Kny monster au #This killed me #Enmu #Giyu #Sanemi #Muichiro #Yuichiro #Zenitsu #Inosuke #Tanjiro #Nezuko #Kanoa #Kanea #Shinobu #Obanai #Tengen #Rengoku #Kokudhibo #Akaza #Douma #Rui #twelve kizuki #upper moons #Lower moons #Horror #Monster au

[trrickytickle]

Phineas and Ferb tickle headcanons

you guys are feverish, a flushed color from crying out your tickly desires to my askbox or messages and I never echo back like a ghost town tends to. but @tickleu233 says "how about some tickle headcanons from phineas and ferb?" and i come screaming, with the souls of 400 stray banshees. LIKE LMAO IF UVE NEVER SCEEN PHINEAS AND FERB UM

but to all my requesters, (iykiyk) gitchee gitchee goo. srsly. i need to answer all dat grout in my askbox and im procrastinating bc i laughed at some random poast on the tickle tag for a straight min. ok im gonna try my absolute bestest

pictured, me when your mom

ALSO here's some research I compiled, study up

Phineas Flynn

okay what is the context for this

ok i feel like he wouldn't have problems or be stubborn or any sort as a lee. he's the bluntest yet most oblivious triangle lmao.

most frequent lees are ferb and candace, AND perry- they're siblings (family) alright and they got tons of bonding moments in the show, lol. esp candace when she gets REALLY high-strung, the boys gang up on her. it makes her W H E E Z E

has no problems with tickling. he WILL go a little too far as a ler tho. he seems like the type of mf to just be oblivious to the plight, and accidentally tease a shit ton. always gets wrecked back for being a little shit

it definetely inspired some of his ideas w/ ferb. maybe they got like 1212903109 tickle machine blueprints. like i can see them both planning to build one to annoy tf out of candace or their lil backyard gang. probbaly with the cartoon hands or some rotary feather blades HAOUUUGH cartoon tickle machines... i LOVE cartoony tickle machines u cant BELIEVE

SEE VIDEO ABOVE- they studied the reflexology of the foot lmao--- maybe that one blip in a montage lasted long real time

gets tickled by candace and ferb as well. prob w/ ferb its more brothery stuff like- rough housing and punch to the head while with candace its like affectionate? iykyk

Ferb Fletcher

BRI'ISH lmao

usually softspoken- laughs like thomas brodie sangster BC THATS HIS VOICE AND I LOVE TBS HES SO HES SO ok ill stfu

ler, his one line per episode can be reserved for a snarky teasing remark like "it's been one second." or something. definetly really blunt when it comes to tickling, keeps his same expression while his hands move dynamically, maybe.

embarrassed at being a lee specifically for vanessa. who wouldn't? goth gf omg

the most ler out of everyone here, he's literally so ler. Literally have not seen him laugh

buckles down laughing as a lee, usually wheezes a lot

Candace Flynn

me when I

HAUUUOOUGH that is a LEE. just.

she panics whenever "tickle" is said- probably second-ticklish to Phineas, worst spots are basically everywhere.

such a teasy ler, says stuff like "ooooh, you are SOOO getting it!" or even just straight up says "busted!". FEARED ler in the flynn-fletcher household, even by Perry. the fucking platypus

however that makes people want to get revenge. and revenge they get. super panicky lee, flinchy, leg-kicky, her laugh says it ALL. just- she has canonically been tickled TWICE, will bargain like HELL.

tickles her bf and siblings, verbal teases a shit ton

likes it when jeremy tickles her bc obviously, so it happens often, they switch. OH bless her, shes genuinely the funniest i thought she was annoying

does her little "hehehehe" AAAH

with her unlucky streak always ends up unintentional guinea pig for tickle related inventions.

Agent P

Heinz Doofenshmirtz

he's a platypus, but still. ticklish tummy and sides and stuff bc those are his anthro parts, pretends not to react in his disguise- but his "krkrkrkr" noise gets more high pitched and squeaky.

doof had to restart his monologue about some sort of bacckstory on why he made some random like banana-inator or something while he was being tickled lol

also under his tail and back.

once a tickling trap has managed to subdue him, but managed to get out. he's BAD fucking ASS guys i used to be obsessed with perry bc just- yes

laughter just sounds like the little perry sound ITS A CUTE SOUND

is also a canon ler. LIKE his little fingers omg

maybe his evil clone from the movies used tickles :> LIKE the dystopia setting that was so funny i loved it, i remember the hologram of major monogram showering

canon lee. take this knowledge as you will

either touch starved or absolutely tickle repulsed. perry canonically used it against him in combat

got tickled by norm before he programmed that out of him. some of the 'inators have turned on him. SPEAKING of that, great evil ler for sorta goofy hostage situations and interrogations. OWCA agent hostage situation, yk

invited perry over to work on his "evil laugh" or something would happen in the show and yk what else would happen.. maybe a tk fight

used to tickle vanessa a lot, she H A T E D it.

makes a bunch of stupid descisions that ends in him getting wrecked lol

Vanessa Doofenshmirtz

Reserved as fuck. refuses to crack, uses her stern voice through laughter, then breaks out into "KGH- HAHAHA-" sort of restrained laughter.

definetly had tickle-inators thrown at her as a halfhearted way to cheer this emo up by doofenshmirtz. i love doof hes funny lol

when she was friends w/ candace iirc, they probably had tk fights bc no matter how weirdly shaped they are, these are tickle headcanons, you can imagine them as regular human shaped lol

GOTH FRIENDS LIKE SHE HAS GLOOMY GOTH FRIENDS SHES A GOTH GIRL omg goth lee

this is what procrastination does to a mf but it was fun so it's ok I got to listen to the SONGSSSS THEY SLAP

#i had to look for the scenes on youtube :') #tickling #tickle community #t-word #tfb community #tickle fic #tickle #lee #tword #ler #tickle headcanons #tickling hcs #tickle hcs #tk hcs #tk headcanons #sfw tickling #sfw tickles #phineas and ferb tickle #cartoon tickling

[sparklecryptid]

hah, bet Anordil is responsible for some interesting folklore and legends across middle earth! Banshee type spirits perhaps? And a few 'if you meet this particular spirit at a crossroads and challenge them to a musical contest, you could win neat stuff' type legends (money, a neat instrument, some unique teaching, etc) if the spirit is impressed (The Devil went down to Georgia, arda style!)

And probably a few cautionary tales about fools trying to trap and marry beautiful spirits and that ending very very badly for them (bc the whole trap a 'fairy bride' legend is very common).

I can see someone bringing some collected tales of the eastern peoples to Imladris and Anordil is like;

A: Yeah, this one is me. And this one, and these three here too.

E: *blinks at a page for a minute* This one is about a foolish lord who bound a fairy and tried to marry her.

A: Eh, yeah, it's been embellished a lot tho! He didn't actually get as far with me as it says.

G: *teakettle noise* I'm sorry W H A T-

A: It was a thousand year ago! Literally! I deafened him and bolted before ANYTHING happened!

*snickers* oh DEFINITELY. She has travelled everywhere. She has done so many things. There are so many folk stories where she’s the fairy being trapped or the devil teaching forbidden knowledge or whatever! She doesn’t even realize half of her exploits are folklore now!

Glorfindel: exactly how many people have tried to trap and marry you!?

Anordil: *far too casual about this.* uh…. Hm…. Last I checked it was about twenty. But most of those happened when I was young and too trusting. Now most of the deals with fae and devils from this area right here? That’s me.

Erestor: *slowly entering feanorian vassal Murder Mode* twenty you say?

Anordil: *not cluing in to the fact that Elrond and the others and even Celebrian are becoming very overprotective* I mean; there’s probably one or two I missed. But it’s not that big of a deal? I always got away, and they always wound up uh - well - dead or something.

Elrond: you know that doesn’t make it better right?

Anordil: *slow blink* I don’t see why not?

(Someone leaks it to the remaining feanorians that served under Maedhros and Maglor and now serve Elrond and remember when Anordil was just a little girl what happened.

They are DISPLEASED. That is their Little Dawn. Theirs!!

Anordil: *surrounded by people who knew her as a child* oh hey guys! :D why are you so angry?

Someone: if you leave imladris you need to take a guard

Anordil: what? No!

Someone: it’s non-negotiable. What would your father say if we let anything happen to you?

Anordil: ….. that’s unfair. Im supposed to play dirty not you!

Someone: who do you think taught you to play dirty :/?)

#Anordil: yeah it’s fine these things happened to me because I dealt with them! #Anordil: if anything like this happened to anyone I love I would kill tho #the light of dawn verse

[stop-pressing-e]

The Lost Swan - Chapter 21

Prev chapter | New chapter Prologue

/Finally finished writing this chapter. This took me a while and fight scenes can be such a bane to me but glad I can write Krauser getting some proper fight action.

Enjoy reading!/

Mentions of: Blood, killing (duh), needles at the end

Hawthorne Trinity was something Krauser had expected when he came upon the iron gates. A derelict mental asylum by its exterior appearance and all but on the inside it could have been modernised to meet with the technology standards. Or maybe everything he’s seeing from an outside perspective was entirely abandoned to hide the fact that there’s a large facility built deep below the building itself.

Nikki has done her job in finding the blueprints and layout to the building for him and it was as expected. She was originally going to head for R.A.S abandoned facility to find the rumoured caravan but instead Krauser ordered her to follow him and focus on destroying the inner circle and Dr. Rowland’s works for good.

The informant watched him pull the padlock off with inhuman strength and kicked the gates open with awe. Krauser meanwhile was impressed by her choice of gear. She wore her old R.A.S uniform complete with an armoured vest and the visored helmet and armed herself with the standard shotgun, two handguns, and a combat knife. She was provided with grenades by Krauser for safety measures consisting of flash grenades and regular grenades.

“I’ll go in first.” Krauser said as Nikki proceeded to lockpick the doors while he checked his magazine of his submachine gun once more and inserted it back in. “Find another way inside to avoid any detection and by fifteen minutes you get yourself inside the facility, unless you hear gunfire. You remember where the other entrance is?”

“Centre courtyard. Secret elevator underneath the gazebo. Better make sure it doesn’t require any puzzles or special key to call it up.” She stood up and pushed the door open. 

“Good work, Bernhardt.”

“Call me Banshee.” She tucked the lockpicks away. “Dull gave me that codename when I started working for her.” Had it not been for the visor obstructing her face, Krauser would see the mischievous grin on her face. “You’ll understand why eventually.” She stepped away from the door and gave him a salute. It wasn’t unlike her to mock him for all of the sudden, creating a genuine gesture from her and it surprised him. “Good luck, Major.”

He nodded his head once. “Stay sharp, Banshee.” As soon as he entered inside the decrepit building, Nikki closed the door behind him and waited for her time to come. Under the illusion of an abandoned place, the air wasn’t stale and boards that were once hammered to the windows were taken down to allow light and air in. The surroundings and each place he has entered has been cleaned and free of obstacles, but they left the walls to decay and the wallpapers to peel away. Broken floor tiles that were not swept away made the slightest noise whenever his feet hit them. The secret entrance he’s searching for is located at the operating theatre at the end of the building. 

A static from a speaker came to life.

“Welcome to Hawthorne Trinity, Jack Krauser.” The voice of a welcoming but grating man he guessed as Alexei Rowland greeted Krauser, almost reminding him of Salazar and he was the annoying type when he was Saddler’s follower. “I’ve been waiting for your arrival.” Krauser continued to make his way towards the theatre in silence to keep his calm and focus on the thought of Dullahan waiting for him.

“Of course, you’re not here to meet me.” Dr. Rowland’s voice continued to speak. “You’re here for her.” He could hear the venom in the other man’s voice without saying Dullahan’s name. “What’s the point of saving her, Mr. Krauser? She’s an ungrateful kind, using men’s love for her own gain and then proceeds to break their hearts when they’ve done their job. Once you save her, do you know what she’ll do to you? She’ll make sure you’re left for dead here among the dead you’ll soon kill in this place.” Krauser continued to ignore the man’s talking as he finally reached the theatre and there was no one inside to stop him. No matter, he always kept his guard up as he proceeded to find the secret entranceway.

The theatre consisted of the operating table in the centre, a dreadful thought in the mercenary’s head if Dullahan was tortured on this very table and if there were people who watched it happen. No signs of blood and the table was cleaned free of dust. Columns of seatings took up most of the space and there were no other doors but the entrance he came from. The designs in the room were symmetrical and too large if they were going to entertain a large number of people over the course of years. 

Unless…

The operating table was spotless when Krauser inspected it at first. In fact, the design of the table doesn’t match the interior designs of the room. That would explain why the table was quite clean. He ran his fingers underneath the table, to conclude his curiosity, until he felt bumps and knew exactly what he was looking for. He pressed the button and soon he heard groaning coming from the seatings. They were pulled away right before his eyes, the floor beneath the columns also disappearing, replaced with stairs appearing from below, making its way towards a large iron gate.

“Major Krauser.” Nikki’s voice cackled from his walkie-talkie. “Major, this is Banshee. I’ve found the gazebo and bad news on my end, I need to find something. Whatever it is, it's not destroyed based on what I’m looking at, but I need to find it.” 

“Copy that, Banshee. I’ve found mine and I’m going in. Going radio silent.” He turned off his comms, took a deep breath, exhaled, descended down the stairs, and opened the iron gates. Lights were switched on automatically, revealing a long hallway towards an elevator at the end. The voice of the obnoxious Dr. Rowland returned when Krauser entered the elevator and pushed the only button available: down.

“I know what you did back at Valdelobos and I don’t think anyone knows what you have. What you possessed. I’ve lost two of my good men but with you working for me, maybe-” Dr. Rowland never got to finish his sentence when Krauser decided to fire at the speaker to shut him up for good and shoot at the little camera he spotted in the corner. He was almost at the desired floor and he needed to be ready for the welcoming party.

Soldiers in black stood in the hallway, their guns aimed at the door, waiting for Krauser to step out and empty their weapons on him by Dr. Rowland’s orders. The light indicating how many floors left has reached the end and the door slowly opened. No time was wasted for the soldiers to immediately open fire at the elevator until their magazines were empty. Half of them proceeded to reload while the other half processed the result they'd created, noticing there’s no blood splatters inside the elevator but bullet holes and more importantly there’s nobody inside at all.

A single flash grenade was thrown from above towards their feet and none reacted as fast as they could when the grenade was set off, blinding and deafening the soldiers. Krauser jumped down from the elevator shaft and began his own killing by slashing their throats with his knife and his inhuman speed. Their blood splashed against the wall and spilled on the floor when they fell down. He dipped his fingers into the pooling blood and smeared it across his face, mimicking the same pattern he painted on his face years ago.

This was a war against the doctor.

More soldiers were coming. He got his SMG out, emptying his whole magazine into as many as he can, and soon resorted to saving his ammo and going close combat on them. Krauser threw an uppercut at the soldier, then grabbed his arm that held the gun and twisted it hard to force him to drop it. He turned the soldier around, pinning the arm behind the back, and used the man as a human shield, eventually throwing the dead body towards the rest to stagger their movements and throw down punches and kicks hard enough to kill them.

The numbers of soldiers were dwindling with the numbers of bodies Krauser was leaving behind were increasing. 

The floor where the laboratories are a couple of floors down. There were no elevators but stairs and Krauser wasn’t complaining about it so long it’s not blocked by more soldiers or the path destroyed which could  delay his reach towards Dullahan.

On the second floor before he could reach the desired floor, he was greeted by the sight of three people standing in his view. A man was wearing a lab coat over his shoulders, part of his face bandaged, and his left arm in an arm sling. Two soldiers with visor-like helmets to obscure their faces, and the designs were quite too familiar for him to recognise that the only thing it lacked was the wicked grin on it, stood behind the doctor, hands tucked behind their backs. Krauser instantly sneered, knowing who this man was at first glance.

Dr. Rowland bowed towards him. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you in the flesh, Mr. Krauser. Did you enjoy your warm up upstairs? It was all the men I could offer since Hawthorne Trinity is experiencing staff shortage here. It’s not easy finding the best to work for me, and with you-”

“Shut the hell up.” He interrupted Dr. Rowland’s speech once more and pulled out Dullahan’s gun to fire a few shots at him. Both guards behind the doctor brought one hand out each in front of him to shield him, deflecting the bullets back towards Krauser who dodged them easily. Dr. Rowland can only sighed to himself while his guards pulled their hands away, returning back behind their backs. “Are you always this impatient? Surely you weren’t one during your glory days. You wanted results but you forced patience onto your troops. I’ll need those results when I have you by my side.” 

The SMG was replaced with his knife. He could have mutated and ended it instantly, but he rather made his death as agonising as possible. He made that promise to himself, for Dullahan. 

Dr. Rowland’s mouth shifted behind the bandages, frowning. “It’s too late, Mr. Krauser. She’s long gone. Give it up now and take over her spot. Or take either one of them here. Last one standing and you can take them away as a replacement and never come back here again.” He raised his good hand and gestured it towards Krauser. The two guards left their position and made a mad dash towards the mercenary with knives in their hands. Every attack they threw at Krauser was also too familiar. The first guard was performing Dullahan’s fighting style and the second guard was performing his own fighting style. 

One of them swiped their knife under Krauser’s arm that held his knife, trying to force him to drop it. He let out a wince but didn’t drop it, bringing his knee up to their ribcage hard, hearing that satisfying crunch, and stabbed his knife into the throat, dragging it down to their chest. He pulled it out and stabbed them twice in the heart. The body is used as a shield from the final guard who was throwing slashes at him as if they were fighting him with a sword, an odd choice to try and fight him with a knife but an advantage for him if he’s dealing with someone using Dullahan’s moves. He has seen how she fought and he knew each of her moves by heart and training. The guard threw another slash at him again, this time he grabbed their wrist, twisting it and pushing the hand towards them, stabbing themselves underneath their chin, breaking through the visor. Krauser pushed the knife deeper while at the same time stabbing his knife through the heart for extra measure.

Dr. Rowland meanwhile remained where he stood during the whole fight, deeply frustrated. The amount of facial muscles he’s using caused the stitches to strain and blood to bloom on the bandages. 

“Pathetic waste of subjects. They can’t even fight right.”

“No more games.” He flicked both wrists to get the blood off both of the knives. “No more bargains. Take me to Dullahan or die right now.” He marched towards the doctor, looming over him with anger and determination burning in his blue eyes. Dr. Rowland simply blinked his good eye at him, unphased or annoyed to be treated by his attitude despite the threat of death inches away from him.

“She’s never Dullahan.” Dr. Rowland said, watching Krauser’s reaction. “She’s never Natasha.” His eye glanced past him. “She’s always been Subject No. 392. Isn’t that right, 392?”

A sharp needle stabbed Krauser right between the shoulder blades, injected the liquid, and harshly pulled it out. A roar escaped his mouth and he spun around to slash at the person who stabbed him. The dead soldier’s knife was restrained in her right hand, unphased by the pain and her blood dripped onto the floor, and his knife was blocked by her robotic arm. The face of his lover stared back at him with a  blank look. Her eye glazed over and half lidded.

“Dullahan…It’s me…Krauser…” Those were Krauser’s last words right as the sedative kicked in and knocked him out cold, falling at her feet and dropping the knives at the same time. None of what he said to her had any effect on her. All she does is stare at the unconscious body, look at Dr. Rowland, and then kneel down onto one knee for him, bowing her head.

#Jack Krauser #Dullahan #Krauser/Dullahan #Hatter's writing #The Lost Swan #Jack Krauser X OC #Krauser X OC #Resident Evil Krauser

[still-single]

New Heathen Discos / more reviews to follow

Some radio shows to ease your troubled minds.

Episode #296 (June 12, 2022)

HOUR 1

Flanger Magazine – Sympathies to the River

David Nance – Amethyst

Kikagaku Moyo – Effe

Azita – Bruxism

Tommy James and the Shondells – Crimson and Clover

Cocteau Twins – Lorelei

Weird Nightmare – Sunday Driver

Eggs – This Party Never Ends

Cyrus Pireh – Adomono Tone Control

Magazine – The Light Pours Out of Me

HOUR 2

The Neon Judgement – The Fashion Party

Beau Wanzer – Blood Type Gravey

The Gruesome Twosome – Hallucination Generation (Joker’s Revenge Edit)

Alan Vega – Saturn Drive

Dharma – Dreams of a Final Theory

Chevalier Avant Garde – The Killing Fields

Green-House – Produce Aisle

The Stroppies – Material Condition

Kitchen’s Floor – Haunted Houses

Sorcery – Woman

Rats – Mainhorse Cowboy

Estus – On the Wings

Freda Payne – I Get High

Roller – Homunculus

HOUR 3

The Modern Lovers – Don’t Let Our Youth Go to Waste / Dance with Me

Nite Fields – Take My Side

à;GRUMH… - Another Brick in the Wall Part II

Midas – One O One

Bomb the Bass – Don’t Make Me Wait

L/F/D/M – Midnight Muscle

Penza Penza – Merman

Linton Kwesi Johnson – Reggae fi Dada

Glenn Branca – The Ascension

BABY? – Babbling Brook (Vintage Dust)

Forest Management – Liminal Suite Pt. 2

The Velvet Underground – I Found a Reason

Episode #295 (June 5, 2022)

HOUR 1

The Leather Nun – Slow Death

Afrorack – Last Modular

Astaron – As Time Joins In

TSAP – Vile Corporation

Danse Macabre – The Voice of Bulgaria (instrumental)

Brian Case – Our Ruin

Horsegirl – Homage to Birdnoculars

Long Odds – Not Enough Stars

John & Beverley Martyn – Auntie Aviator

Smoke Bellow – Maybe Something

Rose Mercie – Sweet Place

Daniel Villarreal – 18th and Morgan

Steve Hillage – Musick of the Trees / Palm Trees (Love Guitar)

HOUR 2

Vivienne Styg – Leather Love

Jess Scott – Climbing Numbers

Dick Diver – Private Number

Microdisney – Town to Town

The Party of Helicopters – Neverending Cycle

Tar – Goethe (live)

Rudimentary Peni – Vampire State Building / Blasphemy Squad

New Age Steppers – Fade Away

Forest Management – One After Another

Fievel Is Glauque – Decoy

Cookie Jar – Far Out As Near As Can Be

The Neon Judgement – Hot Sally

Roller – Habit Man Zero

The Arms of Someone New – No City Fun

Kim Phuc – Razorblades

Cyrus Pireh – Message of Universal Solidarity

Goblin – Tenebre

HOUR 3

Mr. Big Mouse – Duck the Mouse (Ascorbic Acid Mix)

Tomaga – Very Never (My Mind Extends)

System 56 – They’re Only Dreaming

Construction Crew – Break That Beat (That Noise Mix)

Heavenly Bodies – Rains on Me (extended mix)

Brandon Coleman – We Change (Part 1)

Chronophage – Spirit Armor

Doramaar – Monestrial

Blue Öyster Cult – Don’t Fear the Reaper (demo)

Episode #294 (May 29, 2022)

HOUR 1

Mess Esque – Sweet Spot

Just Mustard – Seed

Bardo Pond – Don’t Know About You

Mosquitoes – Outlines

Th’ Faith Healers – Love Song

Penza Penza – Merman

Siouxsie & the Banshees – Hybrid

Th Blisks – I Don’t Fade

Anne Clark – Counter Act (instrumental)

Apiento featuring Harriet Brown – Down That Road (Apiento & Tepper Dubbed It)

Depeche Mode – Nothing

Winged Wheel – Central Ceiling

Felt – All the People I Like Are Those That Are Dead

HOUR 2

Zusammen Clark – Rest Position

Comet Gain – Allende

The Go-Betweens – Head Full of Steam

Bailter Space – Robot World

Neu! – Hallogallo

Green-House – Flora Urbana Absumpto

Stephanie Mills – What Cha Gonna Do With My Lovin’ (12” version)

Paul Haig – Blue for You

Sleep D – Twin Turbo

Wally Badarou – Hi-Life

Silver Apples – Lovefingers

Tommaso Moretti – ESM

Viva L’American Death Ray Music – Getting Better

HOUR 3

Mura – Younger Brother

Mary Lattimore and Paul Sukeena – Altar of Tammy

Small World Experience – Side Projects

The Garbage and the Flowers – On the Radio

The Breeders – When I Was a Painter

Delivery – Personal Effects

Ebi Soda – Pseudocreme

Vacant Gardens – Field of Vines

Spread Joy – Discomfort Is Palpable

Sparks – At Home At Work At Play

Severed Heads – Halo

Chris & Cosey – Until

James Brown – I Can’t Stand It “76”

Best Bets – The Point

Yo La Tengo – Deeper into Movies

Episode #293 (May 20, 2022)

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HOUR 1

STRING – Plus Operator

Maya Hardinge – Living Behind Smoke

Trisomie 21 – Jakarta

Bauhaus – Stigmata Martyr

Levon Vincent – Tubular Bells

For Against – Loud and Clear

The Cure – Object

The Scissor Girls – D1 Test (Cracked Swanreons)

Crime of Passing – Ways of Hiding

Automelodi – Angoisses D’Orléac

Winged Wheel – Central Ceiling

Austra – Beat and the Pulse (extended mix)

HOUR 2

A Split - Second – Close Combat

Fad Gadget – Lady Shave

ADULT. – I Am Nothing

16-17 – Davul

Cairo Pythian – Puce Cross

The Birthday Party – Junkyard

Kelly Lee Owens – S.O (2)

Modal Melodies – Standing Still

The Terminals – Hide Yourself Away

The Glove – Looking-Glass Girl

Ashrae Fax – Decaax

Xmal Deutschland – Nachtschatten

The Veil – Manikin (extended mix)

Whatever the Weather – 25° C

HOUR 3

The Wedding Present – Never Said

Prefab Sprout – Desire As

Shirley & Dolly Collins – Rambleaway

Roller – Au (Gold)

My Bloody Valentine – Feed Me With Your Kiss

The Litter – Breakfast at Gardenson’s / Future of the Past

Green-House – Mycorrhizare Dreams

Deep Tunnel Project – Elysian Fields

Spiritual Mafia (ft. Alan Partridge) – Bath Boy (30 Mil From My Gland remix)

The Hazmats – Empty Rooms

Drive Like Jehu – Super Unison

Marley Marl feat. Biz Markie and Heavy D – We Write the Songs

2022 Demo

Book me to play records at yours.

[spacebookettes]

Book 4 A Space witch slaughter Mystery

A space limo crosses a force field and onto the space palace flyway. Witch Healer Black leaves the darkened cabin. The waiting robowitch WhiteDwarf can see a bottle of something illegal chilling in a freeze cube just visible in the limo doorway. One of her chrome eyebrows rises silently. Her multi cubit grid eye sensors randomly flash with computational energy; you can almost hear the wikkety wockety noises. Witch Healer Black enters the space palace. A grand entrance of artificial iridescent white marble. The hallway shimmers with millions of bright reflective flecks from the stone. Witch healer black had a bad space year when the space palace was being constructed and her budget couldn’t stretch to a pure diamond entrance hall. Her witches hover cane brings her up to a higher level and to her study. She disappears behind the chrome hatchway of the study’s entrance.

Witch Cosmo Cosmos is next to enter the palace. RoboWitch WhiteDwarf takes her red witches hat. The witch enters the darkened ballroom, she is the first guest. Quickly joined by Sentinel WarWitch who keeps her yellow chromed robot witches hat. Next Green Banshee, she keeps her banshee tiara. Professor Pulsar hands her purple wizards hat to RoboWitch WhiteDwarf and the party has begun.

They are all here for a conjuring. The Witch Watcher is needed to tell the fortunes of everyone attending the palace this space evening.

They are all drinking the Witching Tea that makes your peripheral vision turn beetle iridescent blues, purples and greens. “where is Witch Healer Black" asks Witch Cosmo Cosmos. Robowitch Whitedwarf floats up toward the home owners study; She enters and disappears behind the chrome doorway. Professor Pulsar looks cosmically at Witch Cosmo Cosmos... “so you won the Trans Dimensional Subverting the Cosmic Fabric Boundaries of Space Time in the Most Original Way contest then! ‘Yes' a piercing CLANKing echos from the upper level study. The party all float up to see what’s what. Robowitch WhiteDwarf is retrieving her chrome eyebrows from the ancient copper gong fallen on the floor... she looks back at the party of witch types, her eyes flashing with computational energy. She robowitch shouts “SLAUGHTER.” “Someone tried to poisoned her CussGoose.” A half black half white pompom quacked something offensive. Witch healer Black had the habit of eating the Mediterranean couscous she fed to her CussGoose... in this particular future any kind of animal combination can be fashioned cussGeese are particularly popular. “ONE OF YOU DID THIS!” exclaimed Robowitch WhiteDwarf. Witch Cosmo Cosmos piped up “This is impossible, none of us left the ballroom on our arrival.”

Chapter 2

“It felt like an amuse-bouche of amuse-bouches”... ‘Surely an amuse-bouche of amuse-bouches is just a normal amuse-bouche?!’... the Mews Bushes giggled. Witch Cosmo Cosmos and Green Banshee stepped out of a bush. Robowitch WhiteDwarf’s chrome eyebrow rose silently. The banshee saw the others and said “ahh, i was just amusing witch Cosmo in the bush.” The other robowitch chrome eyebrow rose, a white rose bloom plonked onto the robot witches white chrome head and white petals danced down and around her white chrome body and dark glowing hover crystal. Banshees won’t normally be seen alone with witches and the embarrassment was showing on Green Banshee's face. The party are waiting for the space authorities.

“I can feel it” said professor Pulsar cosmically. The iridescent greens were encroaching on her peripheral vision “and me".

The blue witches hat of a space authority witch is hanging from one of robowitch Whitedwarf's many tooled pincer hands. The party are all in the full throws of a Witch Watcher trance. Beetle iridescence is foaming from the edges of the party shadows as the witch types all dance a slow conjuring. The space authority witch looks at robowitch WhiteDwarf “typical Witching Saturday night then" she says. “I’ll make myself comfortable”!

“Do you have any theories as to which of them did it"?

RoboWitch WhiteDwarf told the space witch that no one left the ballroom on their arrivals. “Ah, so it’ll be some super nature trickery pokery then”! The space witch noted this down on a black note pad in glowing green handwriting.

The dancing suddenly stopped, the beetle iridescence retreated from the shadows cast by the dancers and from the dancers peripheral visions. ‘The Witch Watcher is out’! Says Witch Cosmo Cosmos, ‘we left a message’. “excellent" says the space authority witch. Someone is entering the palace flyway interrupted robowitch WhiteDwarf. A dark brown space limo stops outside the palace entrance. It has the logo Death Industries printed on the passenger door. The party are all watching from the ballroom holographic visor windows. A figure in dark brown robes steps out of the space vehicle. A Day-Glo fluorescent pink skull is peering out from the hood. “oh, great... Mayor Death is involved" said the space authority witch.

A fluorescent pink skeletal hand knocked once on the space palace’s ancient alien wooden doors. Everyone looked at Robowitch WhiteDwarf. Err, it’s open, she called out... the door slowly opened and in hovered Mayor Death, “relax everyone, i left my Soul Net in the space limo”. Everyone exhaled. The Space Authority Witch explained the situation. “well, Witch Healer Black invited me around this evening to partake in their cheese cellar".

The neon lights of a cavern deep inside the space palace flickered on. Robowitch WhiteDwarf peered around the door. They all entered the long thin grey stone cheese cellar. Walls of cheesy wheels and large cubes, all the cheeses of planet Earth. Nothing. No clues, no signs of anything. They all hovered back to the ballroom. The Space Authority Witch was busy interviewing everyone, she left Mayor Death until last.

It turns out everyone has a side reason for coming to the party this evening. Witch Cosmo Cosmos came to see Witch Healer Blacks new designs for the ultimate robot assistant. Sentinel War Witch was invited so Witch Healer Black could view the latest robot technology recently installed inside her war machine body. Green Banshee was invited , as a very old friend of Witch Healer Black, so she could show off the latest robot magic developed by Professor Pulsar. “so what do you think of all that?” asked the Space Authority Witch to RoboWitch WhiteDwarf. I can show you the laboratory was her answer.

#art #scifi #creative writing #book #short story #space art #droids #fiction #witches #robots #surreal story #surreal book #scifi book

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meet my bf (best friend) — (11/?)

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#the boyz #tbz #eric #eric sohn #sohn youngjae #tbzinc #tbznetwork #kpopgfxnetwork #userhaknew #userbaejoonyoung #higabi #bestie #w #bestie what r u doing #making banshee noises as i type this down #i am dragging you all down with me. #ddd era was a different kind of monster #the styling #their HAIRSTYLES #eric younghoon jacob juyeon hyunjae in this era #...yeah

[mediocrevideopodcast]

Phasmophobia

Request: N/A! I just wanted to write about everyone playing Phasmophobia, since the new update just came out.

Pairings: N/A! Includes Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, April, and Splinter!

Content Warnings: None!

Word Count: 2037

 Raphael

He hates horror games!! But his brothers give him such sad puppy eyes that he finds it hard to say no. As such, he usually puts himself on orb & DOTS duty in the truck. On the rare occasion that he HAS to go inside, you can bet that he’s either as quiet as a mouse, or talking nervously. It’s very funny to watch his model swivel around though — you just know he’s constantly spinning his mouse around out of nervousness.

His favorite ghosts are Shades and Banshees, although he’s hard pressed to say that he really “likes” any of them. He likes Shades because they’re so tame, and Banshees because they focus down one person (less likely that he’ll straight up die.) He’s most terrified of Raiju, Demons, and Yokai.

Refuses to use the spirit box. He used it once and just about jumped out of his skin when he got a response.

The most likely person to be killed during a hunt :( He’s pretty okay at hiding, but he always seems to get caught out of position when a hunt starts. He hates really open maps like Maple Lodge and the highschool for this exact reason.

His favorite map is Tanglewood, since the garage can be such a huge tell. He also thinks it’s just a cute map.

Screams at any and all ghost events. He can’t always tell the difference between a ghost event and a hunt, especially because he really doesn’t like to go inside.

Always picks up his equipment! Part of him is just like that, but the other part of him is terrified that it might be a Raiju. It doesn’t matter if it’s impossible for it to be a Raiju, he’s still scared.

He hates the tiny kid model for the ghost, and will flat out refuse to enter the house. If anyone tries to make him, he’ll DC. God bless his heart.

Surprisingly good luck with the tarot cards, but he never wants to use them.

 Leonardo

He loves Phasmo, and he’s actually pretty good at it! He has absolutely zero fear of the ghosts, and he’s not afraid to do the more dangerous tests to figure out a ghost type. He regularly plays solo on Nightmare mode, but he thinks it’s more fun when everyone’s involved! He also just likes to fuck with everyone by making creepy noises. Raph and Mikey hate him for this.

His favorite ghosts are the Goryo and the Demon! He loves the Goryo since they don’t wander too much. If a ghost moves room a lot, he’s not above cussing them out. He just likes demons because they hunt early, and he thinks it’s more fun that way. He hates Shades and Yokai — Shades because they’re so inactive, and Yokai because Leo is so talkative. He’s the most likely to be killed by a Yokai, honestly.

He gets so startled by ghost events, although he’d never admit it. The scream might give him away, though.

This man hides behind doors during hunts, and it works every time. He’s also a pretty good looper when it counts, too!

On the rare occasion he isn’t hiding behind a door though, he’s usually with Mikey doing some Tactical Crouching to see who breaks and laughs first.

He likes Asylum and Maple Lodge the most. He likes how big Asylum is, and he loves the challenge that comes with it! Managing sanity is really fun for him on Asylum. And as for Maple Lodge… who doesn’t like it? He always sprints to the cabin to look at the cat picture. He doesn’t know about the fairy lights though since he never plays with his settings, and he thinks that Donnie and Mikey are insane for liking them so much.

Literally never picks up his equipment, and always loses the lighter when he needs it. He’s died many times because he thought he had a lighter to smudge, but had actually thrown it on the ground like, three minutes prior.

Horrific luck with the tarot cards, but he refuses to admit it! He loves all the cursed possessions though, and has no reservations about using them. He’ll always use the summoning circle to finish the objectives, if there is one. He also always forgets to say goodbye to the Ouija Board. RIP.

Loves asking the spirit box dumb questions.

Thinks the jingle bell footsteps in the Christmas update are funny as hell, and has died more than once during a hunt because he was laughing at them.

 Donatello

Probably the one who introduced everyone to Phasmo! He loves doing no evidence runs, and he’s also one to play solo Nightmare mode as his normal game mode. Everything else has just become too easy for him at this point.

The most likely to recognize a ghost ability when it gets used, no matter how subtle. He very much likes the new Yurei hidden ability, although nobody except April ever seems to believe him when he calls it out.

He likes Mimics and Revenants the most, although he likes most ghost types! He likes doing speed tests for revenants, but he loves the challenge that a mimic provides. Honestly, any ghost that holds back evidence is fun to him!

He also hides behind doors more often than not, and he never gets killed. He doesn’t like looping, but he’s fine with doing a smudge or phantom test so long as he can break line of sight easily.

He has the worst luck in the world with the tarot cards.

His favorite maps are Grafton and Maple Lodge! Grafton just feels very nostalgic for him, having played on it since release. Plus he likes to stack the teddy bears — the bear interactions are his favorite, hands down. And he likes Maple Lodge because of the slenderman & cat easter eggs. Also he thinks the fairy lights are pretty.

He hates the writing evidence, and would rather die than try to collect that as evidence. If it comes down to it, he’ll just go off of behavior.

Never picks his stuff up, except for lighters and smudges. He knows that if he ever made the same mistake Leo did of forgetting his lighter when trying to smudge a ghost, he’d never live it down. The playful teasing between brothers is a powerful, powerful incentive.

Refuses to leave until all of the objectives are done.

 Michelangelo

He loves Phasmo! It still terrifies him, but damn if he’s not gonna do his best!! He genuinely has a lot of fun with the game, even if he’s scared half to death.

His favorite ghosts are the Onryo and the Obake! He honestly just thinks the mechanics and risk taking with the Onryo are really cool, and he loves looking at the handprints to try and find an extra digit for Obake. He wants to make friends with every Obake that he finds tbh. He also thinks that Banshees are cool, but he’s almost always the target?

“WHY ME” is about 45% of his vocabulary when he’s playing with everyone.

Absolutely terrified of Raiju and Yokai. He loves chatting with everyone when he’s playing, and with Yokai, that’s what gets him killed. And with Raiju, he’s just terrified of how fast they are since everyone tends to leave their equipment around. You’ve never known fear until you see a Raiju fucking zooming at you, and you’re the only one in its line of sight.

Screams at the red light events. Enough said.

Refuses to use any of the cursed possessions, point blank. And if he sees Leo running somewhere with a lighter, he’s gonna run in the opposite direction. He’s not about to get murdered, thanks.

SUCH bad luck with picking the same hiding place as others!!! If he’s hiding in the same closet or corner with someone though, he’ll spin his character around like a madman. You’ve never known comedy until you’re shaking from trying to hold in laughter when Mikey’s fucking T-Bagging you while clipping through the locker.

He’s also a Maple Lodge enjoyer, chiefly because of the cat easter egg and the fairy lights. The slenderman easter egg never fails to scare the shit out of him, though. And the new snowman easter egg. That almost killed him, I swear.

His photos are always three stars.

Yells at Donnie when he starts grabbing all the teddy bears in Grafton. He’ll straight up pick them up and tell him to stop fucking with them. Donnie refuses, and doubles down on making a teddy bear sacrificial circle.

If everyone forgets the key when walking out of the van, he’s gonna DC. He refuses to do the walk of shame.

 April O’Neil

A hardcore Phasmo enjoyer herself, she’s on the same level as Donnie at the game, if not better! She still gets scared, but that’s what keeps her coming back to the game. Every time things seem a bit too boring, there’s one tricky ghost that keeps her on the edge of her seat with excitement and fear.

Her favorite ghosts are the Myling, the Twins, and the Mimic! She loves trying to listen for the Mylings footsteps during hunts, and she thinks the paramic is the most underrated piece of equipment in the game. She enjoys the Twins because of how confusing they can be, without being too frustrating with the evidence.

In that same vein… she hates the Goryo. She finds it really boring to just sit in the van and wait for DOTS to show up, especially since it’s not always certain that it’s DOTS at all! Much like Donnie, she’d rather try and guess off of behavior.

Not as keen as Donnie when it comes to spotting all the oddball hidden abilities, but she’s very quick to pick up on certain traits and behaviors! Can she always tell when a Yurei did a secret ghost event? No, but she recognizes how much more aggressive it is when people are in its room! She’s pretty much always right when it comes to picking apart behaviors, like territorialism and interaction activity.

Screams when looping, but she’s super good at it. She’s also probably the only one to like, properly hide. If she sees Donnie or Leo hiding behind a door though, you can bet your ass she’s gonna try and get them killed.

She’s so in love with the cursed possessions update, and she loves all of the new possessions! She’ll use the summoning circle to get her objectives done, without a doubt. If she had to choose a favorite item though, it’d be the music box. That shit’s right out of a horror movie, and she loves it!!!

Enjoys asking the spirit box dumb questions, but when she gets serious and starts rapid firing real questions? That ghost had better pack up its bags, because she’s going HARD MODE.

Totally throws snowballs at Donnie when they’re on Maple Lodge. That little push always makes him scream, it’s so fucking funny.

The first person in the group to notice that the snowmens’ head on that map move now, actually.

Refuses to leave until she figures out what the ghost is. She could be at zero sanity with everyone dead and no evidence collected, and she still wouldn’t leave. She’s figuring out this ghost, damn it.

 (Bonus! Splinter)

Probably goaded into it by Leo, and is about as good as you’d expect. He’s not scared at all, but he has no game sense.

Is initially pretty respectful with the ghosts, but then he gets very confrontational with them once he understands that they’re super malevolent.

Will cuss out a ghost that he doesn’t during a hunt… and gets killed for it. Everyone mourns him by throwing items from the house on his body and holding a little ceremony. Leo gives a teary speech while the body clips through the flow. Bless. Thank you for your sacrifice, Master Splinter. You have stopped the hunt by sacrificing yourself!

They get immediately hunted afterwards.

Enjoys using the spirit box and looking for fingerprints!

Feels very sad for the ghost whenever facing an Onryo, but doesn’t get why Onryo and Yurei are two separate ghosts.

Big Dad Energy, honestly.

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[tf2-dead]

The mercs (+ Miss Pauling) watch a scary movie with you

Masterlist

A/N: wow a horror themed post during late November? Thats the only scary thing here

//mentions of murder

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Scout

I think we all know where this one is going

He intended for it to be a chance to cuddle, play the hero and hit you with the “don’t be scared, babe you know I’ll protect you.”

Potentially some making out afterwards

Instead it quickly turns into him gripping onto your shoulders for dear life, hiding behind you and screeching like a banshee at the jump scares

You’re hysterically laughing at him the whole time

As much as it hurts his ego he does find it in his heart to laugh along with you, plus he gets some “I’m sorry for laughing but it was very funny” kisses afterwards so it’s a win win

Soldier

He tries to fight the TV

…

Like

He genuinely gets up and fights the TV because the movie scared you

I wouldn’t recommend watching a scary movie with this man as 1. You won’t find out what happens at the end and 2. you’ll be left with a broken TV

Pyro

They see it as a literal Disney movie

Someone is getting bludgeoned to death? What do you mean, silly, they’re getting given hugs!

Muffled happy noises at the most brutal moments as you’re staring at the screen horrified

Although when they notice you’re scared they freak out slightly so cuddles are most definitely in order, but they don’t get what’s got you so worked up. The movie is so nice!

You don’t have it in your heart to tell them what’s actually happening

Demo

Gets absolutely hammered just to get through the movie because he’s terrified and mama didn’t raise no bitch-

This only causes him to get too emotionally attached to the characters

He cries like a baby when they all inevitably die meaning you have to turn the movie off early or he might pass out

Please comfort him and tell him the actors are all alive and well

Heavy

Literally so confused

Doesn’t understand how anyone could enjoy something like this

Which is kinda weird due the fact that he literally kills people for a living, you would think he would be used to it-

But he just finds the violence unnecessary and you end up turning it off

You don’t really mind though, if you’re traumatised from it he will comfort you

Engineer

Like Heavy, he’s just down right uninterested

Doesn’t like unnecessary violence and the main character is making dumb decisions which annoys him

Ends up putting up with it since it was your idea to watch it and he loves you

Overall he’s respectful during whatever movies you watch (even if he very much dislikes it)

Sniper

Pretends to be bored but is actually really into it

He’s sitting on the couch with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs stretched out in front of him, looking very relaxed for someone who is watching people get murdered

But as monotonous as his face and posture is, you can feel him jump slightly at each scare

He doesn’t really talk, he just kinda sits there until the movie’s over

“Yeah, it was good oi guess.”

Stop lying idiot you loved it

Medic

He’s laughing maniacally the whole time

You and Archimedes, who is happily perched on your shoulder, are nervously looking between him and the screen

Finds himself giving tips on how to properly dismember the bodies, talking about how he could’ve done a better, cleaner job than the murderer (which is kinda true, he did remove a man’s skeleton after all)

All you can do is just sit and nod along to what he’s saying,

The whole experience is basically just “that’s nice, dear”

Spy

Literally so bored the whole time

These types of movies are always cheaply made and the blonde girl who is only in her underwear for some reason is screaming too much, it’s giving him a headache

Kinda wants all of the characters to die as soon as they are on screen

Has no empathy so if you’re scared tough luck

“I’m scared, Spy”

“Die”

Just an old fart who doesn’t know what good cinema looks like

Miss Pauling

Yeah she loves horror, especially if it means she gets to cuddle with you

She doesn’t really get scared as she knows it’s not real but you both will jump at the scares causing the two of you to fall into a fit of giggles

She, like Medic, will give tips on how to properly dispose of the bodies causing you to have a “oh fuck she’s kinda hot when she does that wait omg” moment

If you’re scared easily she’ll only lightly tease you, but overall she’s one of the best if you want to be comforted

10/10 movie watching partner and she would definitely survive a horror movie imo

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[lokilickedme]

Lost some writing time this evening, unfortunately I was stuck head-down between the sofa and the wall and every other person in this house was outside.  A few minutes of screaming finally caught the attention of Son #1, who came running in and promptly freaked out and launched into a fullblown stim attack.  You have both my and his permission to laugh about this.  Picture me ass-up with one leg in the air and one lodged between the arm of the sofa and the room divider with my entire upper body upside down between the couch and the wall, one hand on the floor behind the couch to keep me from crashing face-first and the other on the wall above my head, halting my descent.  Now picture Big jumping up and down behind this indescribable mess, flapping his hands on both sides of his head and making a banshee type noise that attracts his dad’s attention.  I hear Tom yell “What’s going on in there?!” from outside and Big finally snaps out of the sensory overload of seeing his mom’s ass in the air and yells that I need help, fast.

At this point I’m hysterical and doing that loud breathless sob-giggle that hits you when you’re, you know, stuck upside down between the couch and the wall and someone is standing behind you having a confusion meltdown and you literally cannot move.  And then my husband arrives.

“Whoa ho.”

That’s it, that’s all he says.  Whoa ho.  I’m dying, every drop of blood I’ve got is threatening to explode out of my eyes, I’m laughing and crying so hard I’m starting to choke, I’m humiliated and helpless and now Little has come in and my entire family is standing behind me staring at me and my husband just says Whoa ho.

“I need help.”

Duh.

He finally grabs the arm I’ve got against the wall, my anchor, the only thing in the world keeping me from flattening my face on the floor, and pulls back so that my head comes up far enough to rebalance me.  But he’s also twisting my back in the process, and the still-healing cracked rib on my left side is screaming, so I start yelling I GOT IT I GOT IT NOW I GOT IT and he lets go.

And slaps me on the ass, because it’s there I guess.

My kids are mortified.  Big wants me to file assault charges.  Little asked if I wanted him to get his wiffle bat and beat him with it while he’s asleep tonight.  Neither of them can figure out why I’m not mad.  Dude that’s the first ass-slap I’ve had in six months at least, let me have this one and we’ll press charges on the next one, I promise.

#I was just trying to plug in the lamp #I dunno who unplugged it but eff them seriously #it was a perfect storm of just the right angle and the laws of gravity and no small amount of stupidity #and I have on these flappy little shorts that I'm sure did me no favors