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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year

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Intertwined and Worlds Apart

Note: This is probably going to be a series. Alien x human to be specific, a little different from my usual hero x villain. Doesn't mean I'll stop doing hxv though!

TW: Blood, some gore, dismemberment, death mentioned, gross fantasy monster is described, weapon usage, violence (i swear it's not too horrible)

When Human had first joined the Intergalactic Crew, they were everyone's new favourite topic of conversation.

It wasn't about them being a different species; the teams prided themselves on harbouring a vast and diverse array of species. But none, not even the most powerful of said species even had half the formidable reputation that humans did. They were the stuff of legends, defying limits the others had deemed inevitably unbreakable and turning what most saw as a literal hellscape into their home.

So naturally, when one arrived, most, if not all of the Station's inhabitants were itching to get a good look at them.

Supposedly, Human was tall and well-muscled for their species, in spite of their somewhat overall slender frame. Some of the aliens were easily taller and much larger, but that only served to increase both the fear and awe factors. If this being, with a measly total of four appendages, that wasn't the biggest around and had a significant lack of a tail, quills or any logical defense mechanism was still capable of dealing out all that damage, then they were truly a force to be reckoned with.

Strangely enough, Human's allure quickly faded, revealing what most of the crew considered a rather lacklustre image. They completed the basic training, and they all soon got used to their ability to consume poisons everyday for breakfast. Something they called "coffee" that they claimed to "be a zombie without." Whatever a zombie was.

The human was fairly quiet and kept to themselves, never speaking unless addressed, rapidly earning them the reputation of a snob. They were expecting some kind of mythical hero, something to do justice to the epic tales woven about Earth's fearsome inhabitants. Ironically, no one was interested in Human anymore.

No one except Alien.

Their colleagues and friends would continuously make light-hearted jabs about Alien being infatuated with Human, but they'd just wave them off. They certainly were intrigued by the foreigner, but they honestly didn't know if they felt anything more than that for them. Love amongst aliens, specifically the romantic kind, although not non-existant, was somewhat a rarity. Marriage was usually for convenience, whether to start a family, (as in the case of Alien's parents), a union between two races or just marriage for the sake of it. It explained why they lasted longer, and if the relationships came to an end it was usually respectful and clean-cut.

But Alien had heard that with humans, it was a whole different story. Love for them had a powerful, iron-like grip only attributed to a force of nature. It started wars, it ended them. It pushed people into trance-like states of madness. It was a lot like fire, beautiful and mesmerizing, but also destructive and untamable when allowed to be out of control.

Their curiosity had finally overcame their shy nature, and they decided to go talk to Human about a week ago. They'd been told that they were just a snob, but that's exactly how Alien was labelled before others discovered that they were just an introvert by nature, and it had taken them years to make friends. Maybe Human was like that too.

Their heart hammered in their chest so rapidly, they thought their heartstrings would get ripped apart from the effort. They were grateful that their clothes covered the stripes along their arms that changed colour based on their mood. They didn't need Human to know that they were scared out of their wits.

"Hi. It was Human, right?"

The human looked up from their food, seemingly a little taken aback. They cleared their throat, "Yes, I'm Human. Is there something required of me?"

"I just wanted to talk to you. Not about anything in particular." They bit their lip nervously.

"Oh." Human shifted in their seat, fidgeting with the straps of their dark hoodie.

"It's okay if you're not interested." Alien's voice is laced with just the tiniest bit of disappointment.

"Wait! It's just that no one here was ever interested in talking to me after the first two weeks. I seem to have disappointed them somehow."

Alien whipped around, gesturing to the bench in front of the table Human was sitting behind, and the newest Crew member nodded their approval. They sit down, surveying the human with an almost inquisitive gaze. "Do you like it here?"

Taking small sips from their drink, the human shrugs. "I mean, I like being in space, I'm passionate about my job. Maybe it's not ideal that everyone thinks I'm too haughty to talk to them, but I'm used to it. It's a lot like that on Earth too. I don't fit the basic "cute" description of an introvert."

Alien's teal eyes widened, a little confused by Human's statement which earned them a light laugh from their companion. For some reason, they decided that they rather liked the soft, musical sound.

They gesture to their figure. "I know this might not be a big deal here, but on Earth, this is considered intimidating enough. And this doesn't help either." They traced one, long finger along a jagged, pink scar drawn across their left cheekbone.

"I do not think it is scary," Alien stated rather bluntly. Always honest about everything was how their friends would describe them.

"Do you?"Human laughed again, but it was much softer and shorter than the first time.

"Yes I do?" Did Human not think they were being sincere?

Human did not laugh this time, instead choosing to let the corner of their lip twitch up. A smile. They had been told it was horrendously scary, but instead it just looked nice? Even when their sharp fangs were bared, it didn't look at all predatorial.

"That was a rhetorical question. Meaning a question you don't expect an answer to. It's just sort of there for effect. Ugh, I'm crap at articulating my thoughts into words," they groaned, taking their head into their hands.

"I apologise." Alien's clothes come to their rescue once again hiding their stripes that they were sure were glowing a bold, embarrassed crimson.

"It's fine. Culture gap between species. I'm sure I've got a lot to learn too."

Human and Alien conversed almost everyday when they got the chance. Alien grew to find that the human had one too many things in common with them; introversion, a love of astronomy and a sweet tooth just to name a few.

But in the process, Alien keeps experiencing a set of strange, nonsensical symptoms, especially when they were around Human. A racing heartbeat, a fluttery feeling in their digestive tract, a warm flush through their body and the strange sensation that they're in a trance, Human being the only thing that wasn't foggy in their mind.

"There is nothing wrong with you," the medic reassured. "Physiologically. Your vitals are fine and you appear to be in excellent health. There is, however, a rise in neurotransmitter levels. It could just be stress. If so, then try your best to calm down. If the symptoms persist, then it may be time to ask the Captain for a few days off maybe?"

The alien thanks the doctor, but they're not exactly sure they're stressed. What they do know is that they catch themselves thinking of Human unprompted. Was all this some sort of bizarre side-effect of being in contact with a human for one lunar rotation? They'd never know. . .

Speaking of Human, the foreigner taps them lightly on the shoulder. "Hey!" they chirp with a smile. They hand them a small, glossy, royal blue box with a sliver lid and a matching blue ribbon.

"Go on, open it!"

Inspecting it carefully, Alien slowly slides the lid off with their long, slender fingers. Inside, there is a hard sort of mineral with a smooth surface in all the colours of the galaxy, striking shades of blue, violet, pink, turquoise and even black all woven together on one stone in a sparkling array of beauty, much like a painting on a canvas. The mineral hung on a polished metal chain.

"It's for you to wear around your neck. It's a geode from Earth. Mineral formation. Oh, and happy birthday! I don't know if you celebrate in your culture, but us humans do. I hope this isn't too presumptuous."

"How did you know about the day I was born?" Alien's voice is barely above a whisper, too surprised to be able to speak clearly.

The human shrugs. "I asked the Captain. Is this offending you?"

"No! Quite the opposite. Thank you, Human. This is beautiful. I promise to take wonderful care of it." Alien's heartbeat accelerates dramatically, and their whole world seems to have come to a halt. How is Human so effortlessly thoughtful? They'd known Alien for such a short time and were already keen on finding out about their birthday and getting them a gift. Whatever they feel for Human just keeps getting more intense.

There were no alarms sounding or a rumbling of the ground or any warnings of the like. The Silent Wraith hadn't gotten its infamous nickname without reason. So no one knew it was among them until deafening screams filled the Station, and the once pristine floors were slick with blood.

"Everyone, cover your mouth, nose and skin if you breathe through it and evacuate! The Wraith produces deadly gas and can easily rip the strongest of you to shreds," the Captain yelled over the alarmed screeching.

The monster, with its many, many limbs and horrendous-looking maw, stacked with rows upon rows of sharp, yellowing fangs, now covered in blood attacks without mercy, creeping up on its unfortunate victim and leaving them nothing but a mess of bloodied flesh, scales, wings and bones. It thrashes around with its tail, covered in sharp spikes that released the toxin into the air, choking some of the Crew members.

They all try to flee from it. All except for Human.

"Human! Have you lost your mind? The Silent Wraith is no laughing matter!" Alien cries, voice breaking with desperation.

"You wanted to know where all those legends about my kind came from? Well, let me show you!"

The alien's desperate pleas fall on deaf ears. Human completely ignores them and saunters forward. They pick up a long chain from their locker and jump atop one of the tables and use it as a makeshift springboard to throw themselves off of and they successfully land on top of the creature's back. They wrap the chain around its neck, puling hard, obviously straining with the effort.

It seems to work, until the chain snaps around the creature's neck. The human lets out a stream of profanities as the creature throws them onto the ground. They pull out a knife and try their hardest to jab it into the beast's thick hide near its chest but to no avail. It's too fast. It scratches Human's shoulder with its metre-long sharp claws, making them hiss in pain.

Alien, no matter how terrified they are right now, can't just leave Human like that for dead. They rush forward, paying no regard to the warnings screamed at them by others. They attempt to distract the Wraith, to divert their attention away from the human and to try and use one of the quills rolled up in their back to attack the creature. But instead, the beast sinks its fangs into the alien's leg viciously.

It burns like fire and acid mixed into one to deal out a harrowing sensation of absolute torture climbing up Alien's leg. They can barely move themselves away from the creature as they cry out in pain.

If Human was wild a few moments prior, currently they are feral.

They scream, running up to the beast and swiftly tear one of its fangs straight out of its mouth. They use it as a makeshift blade, stabbing it into its hide so many times, they lose count. The creature in turn mars the human with its own attacks; riddling their body with scratches and burns and trying to gas them.

None of that deters the human. Fueled by some kind of ferocious rage, they ruthlessly attack the beast, finally tearing off its tail with its own fang.

The Silent Wraith was dead at the hands of a single human.

"Human? How did you do that?' Alien asks weakly.

"It hurt you. That's all I could think of. The rest was hysterical strength. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, it's only my leg that's been hurt."

When everyone else shuffles back in, seeing the Wraith's corpse and dismembered tail and the human's bloodied hands, all they feel is a mixture of fear and awe.

Alien, on the other hand, is in a completely different world. Seeing Human with blood streaked across their cheekbones and jawline, their short, raven hair mussed up, clothes ripped to shreds, exposing battered skin, but also the human's taut muscles knocks the air out of the alien's lungs, but not in a bad way. The most entrancing of all is that fierce, passionate look in their stormy grey eyes. Human, in their disheveled state, has never been as alluring as they are now.

Gingerly, Human scoops them up, holding them against their chest. Alien's now completely exposed arm stripes glow a bold magenta, a colour they'd never seen before on their body.

And they are certain, more than ever in their life that they are in love with Human, their heart alight with the bright flames that this ultimately consuming feeling brought.

Notes: I am going to be honest. I am exhausted. This is not edited because I finished it late at night and I still have homework to do. Also, I apologise for the horrendously written fight scene you had to bear through. Sorry for not posting for so long, I blame high school. Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed reading this ridiculously long fic. Love you guys! 💙💙

#snippet #super long prompt #alien x human #alien/human #fantasci tumblr #romance #writers on tumblr #female writers #a little gremlin's writing #sorry guys I'm just tireddddd #so I apologise for any weird experiences #angst #fluff

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spookymystery67 · 4 months

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Here is a sort of a filler chapter that is a little shorter than the other ones I've written. I hope you all enjoy. I did re-read but if I missed any mistakes I apologize. It just gets to a point that if you stare at it long enough you go blind to that stuff. Enjoy!

TW: Language, brief talk of sex positions, gross old man flirting. Very brief though. Then again, all flirting is gross if your not attracted to the person. But you've been warned. I believe that's all. By now most of you know I suck at TW's. It is what it is.

Chapter 13:

This is a bad idea. This is a really bad idea.

You are way out of your depth here. Surrounded by people deemed high society who take their private jets to skiing trips on the weekend and spend the rest of their free time having gatherings with their friends on yachts to talk trash about their other friends.

You just can't see this ending well. You feel so out of place. Like a fish out of water. You felt more in your comfort zone killing zombies then you do here. There is no way you'll be as helpful as Ada thought you could be.

A brush against your left arm pulled you out of your nervous thoughts. You turned your head to the left and met Ada's eyes.

Ada looked amazing, as per usual. The red dress she was wearing was just slightly more fancy than her normal attire to fit the occasion. She wore her usual tall heels that should have been very difficult to walk in, let alone sneak around and steal the necklace in. You had no doubt that she would have no problem getting it, though.

“You okay?” She asked you as she gently nudged you in the direction of the food table.

You nodded as you eyed all of the food options laid out in creative ways on fancy plates. Like the type of thing you would see on cooking shows.

“As I can be. Now, where is this Smith guy? I want to get this over with.”

Ada's eyes glance across the crowd. “Hmm, he doesn't look to be here at the moment. I imagine he's attempting to be fashionably late.”

“But…it's his house?” You said with furrowed brows, confused.

“Exactly.” Ada said, an amused smirk on her face from your reaction.

“That's so stupid.” You huffed.

Ada snorted in agreement. “It is. In the meantime, find something you'd like.” Ada gestured to the food table. “I imagine food has been a luxury for you for a while.”

You shrugged as you eyed a particular plate filled with tiny, delicious looking, sandwiches. “I hadn't really thought about it. But, now that you mentioned it, those sandwiches look really good at the moment.”

Ada nodded and gestured forward. “After you.”

You made your way around the table toward the sandwiches, Ada following your lead as she continued to study the room and the people in it. You grabbed one of the sandwiches and took a bite.

Yup, just as you thought. The sandwiches were good.

“So, do you have any plans?” Ada asked, leaning slightly against the table.

You looked up from the table toward her. “Plans?”

She made eye contact. “After we're done here. What will you do next?”

“Didn't you already ask me this question? Back at NEST.” You muttered quietly, not wanting to gather attention on the topic from the other party goers.

You didn't know for sure who was and wasn't Umbrella. Anyone could be at this point. Your paranoia has only grown over the last couple of weeks.

Only a couple of weeks. Funny. It has felt like an entire lifetime for you.

“I did.” Ada nodded. “But, I want to know if your answer has changed at all since then.”

You shook your head. “Not really. No.” You trailed off. Ada just continued to stare at you, waiting patiently for you to continue. “I mean, I don't know how to start all over. I think I just have to wait things out for a while. Wait for it to all calm down before making any more plans.”

Ada looked at you with a thoughtful expression. Considering something. But she didn't add to the conversation she started as her eyes locked on to something over your shoulder.

“He's here.” She told you. You turned to glance over your shoulder to the man of the hour.

“Hmm, more ugly than the picture let on.” You said as you eyed the man. Arrogance was just radiating off of him.

“Hey.” Ada tapped your shoulder for your attention once more. “You can do this right? I mean, I believe you can, but I need you to believe it too for all of this to work.”

Could you do this?

The self doubt in you said “hell no”. But then again, you've done this all before. Back in Raccoon city along with Ben. Flirted with the odd man here and there to get the information you needed on Umbrella for the article you were both working on. It always worked. No matter how uncomfortable you felt in the process.

So could you do this? You glanced over your shoulder once more. Smith is way older than the other people you had flirted with before. So ancient that you wouldn't have been surprised if he was alive during the dinosaur age. That could be an advantage to you though, considering he has a taste for younger women. It would be just like those times back in Raccoon City. Only about ten hundred times more uncomfortable.

Well, that's the price you pay for 45%, you supposed. It better be worth it.

You sighed and turned back to Ada. “Yeah, I can do it. Just need to shake off the nerves and what not.”

Ada nodded. “You don't have to do much. Just praise him with compliments, no matter how untrue they are, and I will be back before you know it. Ten minutes tops. I just need the main man to get his eyes off the door leading out of here.”

Now that she mentioned it, you have noticed Smith always keeping an eye out on the door leading deeper into the mansion. You eyed one of the security guards that had been pacing around the floor of the party.

“What about them?” You asked, motioning slightly toward the guards.

“Oh, they're cheap security. They are mostly paid to look big and scary as they walk around to prevent anything from happening. I can get by them easily.” Ada reassured you.

“Alright. If you say so. So, how are we going to do this?”

“I'll walk up to him with you when he is done mingling with that group, say a few words, make an excuse to leave, and you distract him from looking at the door. Be flirty and touchy, and everything will be fine.”

You nodded. “Ten minutes.”

Ada returned the nod. “Ten minutes. Then we're out of here.”

“Alright. But if he tries to kiss me I expect more than 45%.” You pointed sternly at her.

Ada huffed a laugh. “He won't try anything. He may be all flashy and arrogant, but he is definitely not a top. The mistresses told me so.”

You couldn't help the laugh that slipped out of your mouth. “Oh thank goodness. Everything will be fine then.” You joked.

You and Ada made your way to the man as soon as he was on the move. As he was making his way across the room, Ada dragged you by your wrist from behind as she stood in front of his path.

“Mr. Smith. It's a pleasure to see you in person. We can finally put a face to the name.” Ada smoothly stated. The fake smile on her face was only obvious to you.

“We?” Smith asked, not seeing you from your place behind Ada.

You sidestepped into view and put on your best, charming, smile. “We've heard so much about you. I must say, you're more handsome than I thought you would be.” You placed your hand lightly on his arm, not really wanting to touch him. It was just enough to tease him and keep him distracted.

Smith's ego visibly inflates under the compliment. You refrain yourself from the grimace your face would have formed under normal circumstances as his eyes ran up and down your form.

Definitely not your type. Never in a million years.

“Well, I am glad my reputation precedes me. I must say, I have not laid eyes on someone like yourself in years. Truly a natural beauty.” He started. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Ada slip away as he was distracted by your hand resting on his arm. “If only I had a name to go with the face.”

“Katherine.” You gave him the first name that popped into your head that wasn't your own. You tried not to think too much about it being the name of your childhood friend. “You sure know how to throw a party, Mr. Smith.”

“Please, call me Jeffery.” His smile was flirty, or, an attempt at being flirty. It looked more twisty and creepy on his face. Clearly he didn't have game or natural charm. The only reason he had five mistresses was definitely because of the money.

True to her word, ten uncomfortable minutes passed and Ada made her appearance beside you once more. Just in time too, you were at your wits end with this man.

“Time to go.” Ada whispered urgently into your ear from behind, hand resting on your shoulder. Smith didn't notice.

You hummed in acknowledgement as she moved to walk away before turning back to Smith with a strained smile. “Well, it's been lovely talking with you. I will let you get back to your other guests. A few look like they have been desperately wanting your attention.” You gestured vaguely out to the crowded room.

Smith made a face of displeasure before nodding in agreement. “Right. I suppose you're right. Very unfortunate that we have to end our time together so soon. I hope to see you again soon.” He said, grabbing your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles. Once again, you refrained from cringing at the slightly slobbery feeling on your hand.

Yeah right. Looking to add another mistress there buddy? Not going to happen.

“One can only hope.” You smiled as you turned to leave with a wave, heading straight for an impatient Ada.

“Finally. For a second there I thought he wasn't going to let you leave.” Ada said as she led you to the exit once Smith was distracted once again. She grabbed your wrist lightly once you were out the door and pulled you along at a faster pace, clearly urgent to get out of here.

“Ouch, Ada! Heels!” You yelped as you nearly tripped as she dragged you out to the car she parked a good distance away. She rolled her eyes as you continued. “Why the rush? Did something go wrong?”

“Uh, no. Nothing like that. Just needed to get out of that stubby mansion.” You raised a brow at her. She was hiding something.

“You're lying. What happened?”

“Nothing. The necklace is right in here.” She held up her red handbag. “No point in staying, so let's make ourselves scarce.”

You tugged your wrist out of her grasp and crossed your arms as you came to a stop, forcing Ada to pause in her determined stride toward the car.

“Ada, I'm serious. I can tell something is wrong. What is going on?” You questioned, refusing to move until she told you the truth.

Ada sighed and her eyes darted around your surroundings. “Look, this is not a good place to talk. Let's get back to the hotel and then I'll tell you everything, okay?”

You arched a brow. “Promise?”

Ada nodded quickly. “I promise. Now let's get to the car. Quickly.”

You both speedily walked to the car. Once you were both inside, Ada quickly sped out of the parking spot and away from the mansion. As she was driving off, you saw headlights from a car ahead that was driving toward the mansion.

“Duck, Y/n. Duck.” Ada told you urgently as she placed a hand on your head to make you duck out of sight.

You quickly hid out of view as she drove past the car, face casually covered by her hand that was leaned against the window, like she was bored.

Once the car was out of sight, she gave you the go ahead to sit back up.

“What was that about?” You questioned again, slightly irritated by the lack of answers.

“Wait until we get back to the hotel. I will tell you. I swear.” Ada sighed, exhaustion clear in her face.

You decided to do as she said and wait until then. As much as you want answers now, you didn't want to push her to the point of shutting down and refusing to answer any of your questions. You'll just have to practice patience.

#ada wong #resident evil #ada wong x reader #resident evil x reader #claire redfield #jill valentine #leon kennedy #raccoon city #idk what else to tag

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entityforged · 7 months

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i've had back for more on repeat for several days so uhhhh here is my official plotting call for all my txt fcs! under the cut is basic info for all of them, as well as a few plot/ship ideas. i’m open to other plots too; please just have someone or something in mind!

benny (they/them, gay, beomgyu fc): sweet shy autistic ooak doll maker, i mostly use their witch verse but they have a non-magic verse i don’t mind using! they’re very soft and don’t go out much but they have a lot of online friends and when they do get close to someone, they’re so adoring. i would love more supernatural/magical connections, friends to lovers, and/or someone who’ll flirt with them a ton to make them super flustered.

seunhwa (he/they, bi, soobin fc, tw for death and abuse): indie foley artist preparing to take over the family bookstore because none of their siblings want to. he’s very colorful and outgoing but has a lot of trauma he hides. very flirtatious and very self sacrificial. i would love something messy and unhealthy, since he’s so much of a people pleaser he can get mixed up in toxic dynamics if it makes the other person happy, but i’d love to see him happy just as much ajshsjsh.

porter (he/him, gay, taehyun fc): surfer boy and environmental science major who recently got out of a very toxic relationship and is trying very hard to recover from the trauma and be a good person again. looks like a fuckboy jock until he's citing academic sources during an argument. i would love to see him try to reconnect to a friend he pushed away during his relationship, or anyone who’s patient and kind enough to work with him through all his trauma and fear of being in a relationship again.

yiseok (they/he, queer, yeonjun fc, tw for general gross zombie stuff): died and uhhhhhh came back very wrong. they’re basically a zombie, trying very hard to pretend everything’s normal. even more shy now than he was when he was alive, hungry all the time. i would love any supernatural/magical connections for them, especially because they don’t understand what happened to them; something soft and tender where they can realize that they’re still worthy of love and affection; or something unhinged and dangerous where they don’t have to hide what they are from their partner.

max (he/him/any pronouns, pan, yeonjun fc): bookworm who got in a surprising amount of fights as a kid. very scrappy and hardworking, and is helping jinsun open their salon. flirts by shamelessly reading smut in front of his crush. i would love a childhood friends to lovers dynamic; or some kind of rivals/nuisances to lovers; or a casual fwb thing that gets messy and needy but both of them deny there’s anything real.

lincoln (he/him, bi, heuning kai fc, tw for homophobia): the extremely spoiled baby of his disgustingly rich family, experiencing consequences for his actions for the first time. is an animation major specializing in video game character design. i would love to see him with someone who does not take his bullshit and argues with him at every opportunity; or the boy who his parents have forbidden him from seeing at the threat of losing all their financial support (bonus points for this one if they were pretty casual so they have to hunt him down to get an explanation for why he ghosted them); or the shy person tutoring him in a subject he failed because we love cliches in this house.

#ooc ( speaking )

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talkinghead1968 · 2 years

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hi friends! i'm gonna be watching peter jackson's dead alive this friday (oct 21 2022) at 9pm est and would love for people to join! i will probably post the link about half an hour before start <3

in this movie, our main character lionel's overprotective mother is bitten by a sumerian rat monkey while spying on him during a date, she becomes ill and dies, turning into a zombie. the movie goes absolutely off the rails from there.

content warnings under the read more!

content warning for a lot of gross stuff, lot of blood, etc (especially since everything is practical effects, it gets very goopy) this is considered one of the goriest movies ever, but it's a horror comedy, so it's more gross than scary. lots of comedy violence as well. also two zombies have sex and have a zombie child. a zombie's ear falls off into some custard... and the zombie eats her own ear... and there's an animal death, a dog is eaten by a zombie. tw for racism, it's pretty bad in some spots, i don't fucking know why peter jackson did that honestly. stereotypes of indigenous "savagery" in the opening and stereotypes of romani culture for our female heroine, paquita. i think that's most of it from off the top of my head.

#megan talks #this is gonna be embarrassing if everyone hates this movie LMAO #it's very much an insane movie. i tell people that peter jackson of lotr fame used to do splatter horror comedies and theyre like WHAT #but um yeah non stop mile a minute practical effect low budget horror #the racism is bad and i hate those parts.... maybe i need to make a recut or something i dont know

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what-if-nct · 1 year

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Hiii!

Just disguisting isn't a boys book at all. It also isnt a girls book. Its a no one will ever like it book. It's so disguisting. Literally. There's a paragraph about

(TW GORE!)

When your playing with a knife and accidently cutting your own belly and your guts falling out. Then your dog enters the room and eats the guts, puking and eating it again. Then it poops and runs away. You can only watch with your mouth open and a fly flies into your mouth. It startles you so much you accidently swallow the fly. You look up and a bird poops in your eyes. You walk around, blind, and step in the poop of your dog. You slip and fall in a bath full of pus and maggots. You try pulling out the stop (if thats the word) to not drown but accidently pull out the hair thats in the stop. In there, there's a halfgrown babychicken with a little mutant body and says "Mama... mama...". You find it so disguisting that you say '#@!#@%$!' (funfact: its the most disguisting word ever) but you forgot your head explodes when you say that. So your head explodes and your tongue ends up in the toilet and your eyes in a spider web and the spider makes them liquid (funfact: spiders have stuff in their stomach that makes things liquid). But its a good thing because your parents enter the room dancing and cuddling and they ask 'whos body is this?' and start eating it because it weren't actually your parents- it are flesheating zombies and they start eating your body. Then a huge snail enters the room and starts doing a striptease, which you cant see, but you can feel it. Then your gutless, headless, halfeaten body runs out of the house to a road with lots of cars, yelling: "HELP! MY PARENTS ARE FLESHEATING ZOMBIES AND THERES A SNAIL DOING A STRIPTEASE!!!" But nobody listens because no sane anyone would ever stop for a gutless, headless, halfeaten body; they all just run over over over and over you until your just a disguisting red stain on the road. Read: mostly red, exept the pus and the white little pieces which are the maggots.

-sneeze

ps IM SORRY IM SORRY LMAOAO

Dear goodness that is not a book for anyone, what the heck did I just read ewwww, actually my sister might like it. it kinda reminds me of this thing I remember seeing as a kid. It was like an easy bake oven for gross things, like worms, maggots, and vomit it was called the queasy bake oven and you baked like worm cakes and dog vomit. Things like that. That's why as a kid I considered it a boy book cause the queasy bake oven was geared toward boys. But my sister actually wanted it. But we just got easy bake ovens again, we got easy bake ovens twice. Well I got one three times. I still have the third one, And yeah we had to get doubles of the same toy cause we didn't know how to share. One christmas we got one easy bake oven each and one snoopy snow cone machine each, we couldn't share it was a good thing she was more baby dolls and I was more barbie. I hated baby dolls. She also liked sports and bikes and skate boards. And I liked barbies, Britney spears and journals. However we both did religiously watch Bring It On, we had the VHS and DVD, that is not a movie for children now that I think about it. We were also somehow allowed to watch Players Club cause our family rented the vhs from block buster and the vhs player was in our playroom. That movie is about strippers, why was no one watching us?

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souvenirsofsurgery · 2 years

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a few of my favorite disturbing horror movies

morbid and gross stuff <3 this isn't the worst of the worst, I think most of these are probably safe for people who are just getting into more disturbing horror. You're not gonna see, like, Vomit Enema Ecstasy or anything on here, lol. Still, tread carefully! Blanket TWs for things like suicide, self harm, and sexual assault, I'd look into the individual films more closely if you're worried about potentially upsetting material.

Also, most of these are not in English. I noted what language each of them are in, but they all also have English subtitles available!

Anyway here you go:

1. Martyrs (French)

A young woman's quest for revenge against the people who kidnapped and tormented her as a child leads her and a friend, who is also a victim of child abuse, on a terrifying journey into a living hell of depravity. (via IMDb)

Why I find it disturbing: Deeply depressing. The gore might be bad but the crushing of your soul is much worse. Extreme depictions of trauma, guilt, and GRAPHIC self harm.

I've seen objectively more fucked up movies since I first watched this one, but I honestly don't think anything has hit me quite like Martyrs. It made me feel hollow and empty inside lol. Excellent film, if you can handle it I definitely recommend it.

2. Ichi the Killer (Japanese + a little English)

As sadomasochistic yakuza enforcer Kakihara searches for his missing boss he comes across Ichi, a repressed and psychotic killer who may be able to inflict levels of pain that Kakihara has only dreamed of achieving. (via IMDb)

Why I find it disturbing: Gross! Nasty! Vile!

This one is much more comedic in tone than my last pick. It probably won't upset you emotionally, but it'll gross you out and shock you, and show you some borderline unacceptable content.

3. Eden Lake (English)

Refusing to let anything spoil their romantic weekend break, a young couple confront a gang of loutish youths with terrifyingly brutal consequences. (via IMDb)

Why I find it disturbing: Children doing terrible violence. Grim, bleak nihilism.

The ending of this movie cemented it deep in my soul and hurt me very bad :)

4. Inside (French)

Four months after the death of her husband, a woman on the brink of motherhood is tormented in her home by a strange woman who wants her unborn baby. (via IMDb)

Why I find it disturbing: Gore and blood! She's stabbing people with those bigass scissors and you see ALL of it.

Probably my favorite home invasion movie, it's got great tension. It's also just so so nasty <3

5. The Sadness (Mandarin)

A young couple trying to reunite amid a city ravaged by a plague that turns its victims into deranged, bloodthirsty sadists. (via IMDb)

Why I find it disturbing: Like the description says, lots of sadistic violence.

"Zombie" action horror, but nastier than anything else I've seen in the subgenre. They really go all the way.

6. Art of the Devil 2 (Thai)

A group of high school friends reunite after two years when one of their fathers' committed suicide. They all spend the night at their friend's place. When darkness falls, strange things begin to happen to them one by one. It is as if someone is using the black arts on them in revenge for an act this group of friends committed together back at high school. (via IMDb, but specifically someone named Ploy P. bc IMDb doesn't provide an official description. Thank you Ploy P.!)

Why I find it disturbing: Nasty and gross, very visceral to me.

This is actually from a popular Thai horror series, but you can watch it as a stand-alone (it's the best one IMO). I love anything about curses and black magic and the repercussions of using them, so this is just right up my alley. And it's got an awesome atmosphere!

#horror movies #disturbing horror

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nothing-more-than · 10 months

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pfp/header pics are from Zombies ft. Hatsune Miku by DECO*27

About Me:

💊 Alo(e)

💊 22

💊 They/Them or Ne/Nem

💊 Probably Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (Hypermobile Type) (nobody near me is qualified to diagnose this)

💊 Fibromyalgia

💊 ??? GI Issues, including severe chronic nausea, and stomach cramps after eating

💊 ✨️New✨️ GJ Feeding Tube (6/21/23)

💊 Apparent Gastroparesis

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🩹 #update | my posts I reblog and add new stuff to

I haven't decided if I wanna use common tags for things so people can find them yet or not, but if I decide to do that I'll list my frequently-used ones here 👍

I'd prefer to Not tag my existence as gross, but if there's a specific thing you'd like me to use a specific tw tag for, I'll see what I can do

#medical anomaly blogging #medical anomaly photography

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dantes--rebellion · 3 years

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106. — resurrection gone horribly wrong + 055. — forced to kill a transformed loved one

The Super-Awful, No-Good, Terrible Halloween Drabble for @likeasilverbullet and anyone else that wants to read this grossness lol.

👻👻👻 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 💀💀💀

“Dante, you did not do this.” Vergil had warned, but the older twin knew it was a pointless statement; Dante had not listened, or even heard him say it. This was not the run of the mill headstrong defiance, this was grief deafening his brother to any kind of sense. A broken heart that was louder than any warning he could have given. Nero is gone, he’d told him, I know this is hard, but he died in battle and we have to live with it.

Hell, he’d even called Nico to come and talk some sense into Dante, knowing they were good friends and she might be apt to make him listen better than Vergil could himself. She even stayed at the office to watch him, the pair of them making sure Dante didn’t do whatever it was he was thinking. But it was all pointless in the end.

“Goddamn you.” Vergil muttered, he and Nico stood in the office that night looking at Dante in the doorway, his black suit covered in dirt, from the funeral that very afternoon. “Can someone tell me what the hell is goin’ on here?”

Vergil had been vague with the human, telling her Dante was lost in grief and needed all the help he could get and to be watched. Nico had obviously thought maybe Dante would hurt himself, but Vergil was worried about something entirely different.

“He buried him in the cemetery.” Vergil said, not taking his eyes off his brother when he answered.

“I know he was buried, I was there, remember?” Her southern accent was strong and her voice gave away her confusion.

“Not that cemetery.” Vergil turned to look at her then, deathly serious.

Her face went pale, paler than the night Vergil had to tell her Nero had died. She knew, they all did. Dante had buried Nero alright, but not before digging him up and putting him in the sour ground of the burial site near the Hellmouth. “He won’t come back the same.” Vergil spoke softly, knowing it was too late for warnings now.

Dante hadn’t said much, some mutterings, nothing sane. Nico looked as if she were prone to vomit at any moment. He told her to stay downstairs and that he was going to watch Dante sleep. There was a part of him that believed nothing would happen, that the tales about the burial ground were just that, but Vergil knew better, he felt the dread in his bones.

The night seemed long and dark, Dante had passed out due to his hard work the night before and Vergil sat on the corner of the bed keeping an eye on his twin. If he had gone mad, what was to be done with him? Nico was quiet for the night, no intruders or screams. And that was good, Vergil felt relief.

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“Wake up, let’s get some food into you, you’ll feel better.” The next morning Dante was still silent and to Vergil that was the most unsettling thing about all this.

They walked downstairs and immediately Vergil felt the cool air from outside rushing in as the front doors to the office were left wide open. “Stop.” Vergil stood and protected his twin instinctively, pulling Yamato from his side because of course he was with his weapon, it seemed like protection from whatever was coming.

Muddy footprints walked from the entrance down to Dante’s desk to the kitchen behind. That’s when the blood started. Vergil felt Dante tense up behind him and he did the same. “Nico?” Vergil asked, pushing open the kitchen door.

A long smear of the blood started from the door and gradually it gave way to pieces. Their eyes followed it until they found the back of a white head crouched and huddled in the corner of the room. The sound of gnawing was unmistakable.

“What fresh Hell?” Vergil turned and almost wretched into a corner. For the first time in his life he was shaken to his core. “It’s Nero…” He panted and grabbed onto Dante’s coat, “He stinks of the ground you buried him in.”

Dante’s face was already white as a sheet and tears ran from his eyes. Vergil could see that it had finally stuck home and whatever shock he’d been in since Nero died was now replaced with horror. “What have I done?” He spoke softly, shaken and terrified.

At the sound of his name, which he still somehow remembered, Nero whipped around to look at them; Nico’s head in his hands, or what was left of it. The blood all over his pale face, meat hanging from his mouth. He made an ungodly sound, worse than any hound of hell either one of them had ever faced.

“Vergil…” Dante groped for his brother to keep him standing. He wanted to say he was sorry, but the words wouldn’t come.

When Vergil locked eyes with his son he felt the world crash around him and for a moment felt as though he were deaf with hysteria. It took every last fiber of his being to keep his sanity. “He can’t exist like this, I have to…” He couldn’t finish and he had no idea why the task should fall to him, he still wanted to protect Dante from further damage, as foolish as that was.

“No, I did this, and somehow I knew this would happen.” Dante walked over to the thing that used to be Nero, his darling Nero, and grabbed its face. Those blues eyes were milky now and knew nothing. Dante’s strong hands lifted and twisted, breaking its neck and putting Nero down for the second time in less than a day.

Vergil and Dante worked in silence as they cleaned up, wrapping Nero and what was left of Nico in rugs and mopped the floor. They had nothing to say to each other.

When night fell they went to the ruins of their childhood home and buried them there, in a place that was sacred to them. The whole thing seemed like a nightmare.

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Dante jolted awake as lightning crashed outside, his body soaked in a sheen of cold sweat as he battled for air in his lungs. It took him a moment to get a grasp on the dark of the bedroom and to realize where he was.

“Are you alright, old man? Don’t have a heart attack on me.” Nero spoke gently and his hand reached out to touch Dante’s wet arm. Dante jumped with a slight shout. “Hey, hey, take it easy.” Nero grumbled, “All we need is to wake the other old man.”

“Quiet, I’m already awake you insane buffoons.” Vergil turned over and wrapped his arm around Nero to also reach his twin. “He had that ridiculous dream again, about that ludicrous film.” Vergil knew of course, had probably seen Dante’s nightmare.

Dante was immediately awash with happiness. It was a dream, he was here in bed with them, next to the two people he loved most in the world, and although they were playfully complaining, hands rubbed him to comfort him, soothing him down from panic. “Holy shit.” Dante took a deep breath, the fragments of the dream already leaving him.

No more leftover pizza before bed, fuck that.

#likeasilverbullet #answered #tw: violence #tw: main character death #tw: body horror #tw: blood #tw: gross zombie stuff #( halloween drabble )

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tall-tappers · 4 years

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After a while, Fungi’s hijacked body starts to decompose. and shes not just one to let that grade A meat go to waste...

@gravefl0wers

(Galtober day 28/29: Graveyard/Sharing Candy)

#galtober #tw gore #tw blood #self cannibalism #so all that gross stuff aside??? Annie's here!#she and Fungi hand out all the time #even when Proke and Planti are at eachother's throats #Fungi didnt start out so... zombie.... but like??? it just fits her #graveyard is also a convenient place for her to get her fixins when her current corpse host isnt ready to be consumed yet #they offer eachother their 'candy' but incompatible digestive systems makes sharing somewhat difficult

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asterism-os · 3 years

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hello! this is a... memory dump? canon-call? little bit of both, i think i really miss my family and i dont wanna forget anything, so im gonna dump it here and also tag it this technically isnt a canon-call, but if you recognize it PLEASE dm me on this acc or @asterism-of-spades so we can chat! (also i have an enderman typing quirk normally, someone’s helpin me type this so nobody has to translate) So I’m Origins!Ranboo! Well... sorta? My canon is a mix of DSMP and OSMP, but I’ve found myself more comfortable with saying I’m OSMPBoo. I used to use he/him prns, shifted to he/void, and pretty recently, outside of my canon, I completely omitted he/him, using voi/void as well as a few other ender-related neoprns. I was married to Tubbo, who was a shulker/bee hybrid, and our relationship was really dubious, nobody but us knew whether we were romantically involved or not (I don’t even remember lmao). We would call each other Bo and Boo! We had 2 kids! I remember we had Michael, and we had another kid but I can’t remember anything important about them, I’ll update this when I do. As of right now, I’m pretty sure they were either another zombie piglin or a child enderman. I have a few small memories, like the sound of their laughs, Michael holding flowers up to Tubbo, and the feeling of two kids laying on me while I told them stories. They would usually call Tubbo Dad or some variation and they’d call me Boo. We also had a dog that Tubbo brought home, even though he was super allergic, and had named... Ray, I think? I had really bad memory issues and derealization episodes in my canon (I do now as well) and I remember Tubbo waking me up every morning and making sure I knew the important stuff (where I was, who we were, that we loved each other, stuff like that) Also????? Tubbo was super strong??? Like. He could EASILY pick me up and just fly into the air with me. He also liked to gross me out by making super cursed noises when we walked through flower fields.... All he Needed to do was touch the flowers but he liked to make gross noises to accompany that- Tommy was a raccoon/shulker hybrid, and Tubbos biological brother! Don’t ask me how that worked because I’m not sure myself! I don’t have many memories with Tommy, but I do remember that he would stay with us a lot. Shroud was there as well, he was Tommy’s son (spider/human hybrid) and Tubbo and I were his uncles! Hmmm.... Phil! Phil was basically everyone’s dad, even though Ghostbur was his only Actual kid. He was a safe space, and he practically radiated peace! He had really cool wings, the outer layer of feathers were like a metallic blue and waterproof, and the inner layers were a super deep black and really soft. When he gave hugs he liked to wrap his wings around people as well, and it was just really cozy and safe. He’d protect me from the rain, and knew basic Enderian so he could communicate with me when I had bad anxiety. Dream was in my canon, and he was a real jerk to me. Uh... I’d go into more detail if you ask, but it’s not really something I’d want to post. I also have a Lot of food-based memories I remember eating Blaze rods, and there were two variants! One was more yellow, and that one tasted like licking a metal spoon after eating apple pie (so a cinnamony-sweet metallic taste), and then a more reddish one that tasted more like cayanne pepper! I’d put the powder from the reddish ones on chicken every so often. Glow berries had the texture of grapes, but tasted like what a glowstick looks like All of the gold-infused foods (gappes, glistening melons, golden carrots) made me really sick because they were so sweet, I really only ate them if I needed to.I would give golden carrots to the kids every so often though, and they’d be bouncing off the walls for the rest of the day I also remember eating chorus fruit! I rarely had it because we never really went to the End, but it had the texture and visual of a dragonfruit (but purple), and tasted like grape juice! The leaves on nether vines tasted like pasta spices, so Jack once got the idea to try and take the bases and make pasta out of it, since nether vines had thick bases It... didn’t go well, we’ll just say

I also have some more smaller memories with people: trying to high-five niki and her hurting me on accident because she was wet jack and i scrambling to find shelter during a sudden thunderstorm and laughing once we werent actively getting hurt anymore ghostbur showing up behind me randomly and scaring the crap outta me also! heres some more memories about me! i had a Really bad stutter when i was speaking english lmao, it was definitely a struggle the enderspeak in my tl was really similar to the language that people are learning irl! eye contact was only uncomfortable if the person was a stranger/a threat! in my culture, eye contact was viewed as a threat unless it was from someone who you cared for! I had a Victorian-esque aesthetic! My eyes used to both be green, but my red eye got damaged. I’ll talk more about that under the cut! CW/TW for blood and injury

So my eye is red because I got shot with an arrow like... directly above my eye. My blood had a chemical reaction with the fluids in my eye and turned it red! Also my blood is purple, looks like grape fanta.

#so idrk how to tag this #uhh #dsmp fictive #canon calls #origins smp fictive #spades memories #🗝

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here is part 2 of my sci fi recs masterlist! again, i could’ve gone on with even more recs but i decided to draw the line here. this set for the most part errs on the darker side, thematically, visually, conceptually etc. i personally find it super thought-provoking and intriguing but that’s just me. i highly recommend reading the tw under the cut if you’re thinking of watching, especially the matrix and space gothic slides. please view at your discretion <3

part 1/2

If you like WLW (um idk why I only made this slide based on identity; it just kinda happened lmao but I think it works):

Siren: (tw: parent loss, grief, thalassophobia) a mermaid surfaces in a cove town looking for her lost sister. Polyamorous relationship between a man, a black/indigenous woman, and the mermaid!!!! Environmentalism! As a person who has thalassophobia, I didn’t find this too hard to watch. There aren’t that many underwater scenes, thankfully.

Black Mirror: San Junipero: (tw: grief, but otherwise none that I recall; it’s pretty lighthearted) two women meet in a beach resort in the 80s and fall in love. Interracial wlw!

Orphan Black: (tw: suicide, infertility, rape implication, VB, language, drug use) a woman realizes she is one of several clones and uncovers an elaborate corporate conspiracy. This is one of my personal favorites with great rep of complex women of all ages and bodily autonomy. Several central queer characters and a black male secondary character!

Starfish: (tw: grief, a few jump scares and brief monstrous imagery, blood) after the death of her best friend, a young woman breaks into the deceased’s apartment and discovers a chain of music tapes that could save the world. Weird, subtle, and experimental. Not to sound like a surfer but you kinda have to allow yourself to be in the vibe. The main character and her friend were definitely a thing imo.

Annihilation: (tw: body horror, VB, disturbing imagery) a team of women scientists explore an anomaly that rapidly mutates genes. There are canonical and coded wlw and multiple (light-skinned) POC in this but the rep is short-lived. I put it on because although it should’ve been more ambitious with the casting, I think it breaks *some* ground for Hollywood sci fi with the all-woman team and more than one WOC. Wack ending though.

Mad Max: Fury Road: (tw: rape implication, violence) I think everyone knows about this one but: in the apocalypse, a woman breaks 4 younger women out of a harem. A badass car chase across the desert ensues. A bit light on plot/worldbuilding, but sooooo cool-looking and very thematic!!!!

If you liked STRANGER THINGS:

It: (tw: VB) don’t actually watch this lmao I’m serious. It’s really stupid, and not in a funny way. But I do think Stranger Things was inspired by this story overall. The modern It films are better but they’re also really kjslsklskls stupid? Stephen King in general is obsolete imo.

The Thing: (tw: VB) an alien that can take the form of others wreaks havoc on a scientific facility in Antarctica. It’s dark and vibey, but I feel like it’s just Alien in Antarctica with truly terrible special effects tbh?? Others feel differently. It’s also classified as sci fi/horror, so stay away if you’re easily scared! Not too good on representation.

Super 8: (tw: some language) a group of preteens witnesses an alien-caused train crash as they’re filming a home movie. Not diverse but I definitely think it inspired a lot of sci fi for the 2010s, ESPECIALLY Stranger Things. Not too scary either!

ET: (tw: it’s been a really long time since I watched so I don’t remember but it’s rated PG) I think everyone knows what this is about!

Alien: (tw: VB) truckers in space discover a deadly evolving alien. One of my favorite movies of all time! I love the aesthetic and the mood and worldbuilding so much. Ellen Ripley is one of the first Final Girls in the horror genre. I personally found this more of a sci fi than a horror movie but I’d say stay away if you’re nervous!!

Terminator: (tw: VB) a deadly android is sent to kill a woman who’s destined to birth the man who saves the world. Terminator 2 is way better imo because it centers on Sarah rather than the dudes saving her and trying to kill her. But it’s still worth a watch, you know, for the culture.

If you liked CONTAGION:

War of the Worlds: (tw: blood) pretty straightforward aliens come to Earth to take over. Sorry to rec another T*m Cruise movie but I really like the alien design and the apocalypsey feel of this one. Baby Dakota Fanning is in it too!

Falling Skies: (tw: VB, body horror, rape) alien invasion yada yada but the alien lore gets more interesting as it goes on. It’s kind of cheesy and yeah maybe I did discover it by looking up the iCarly boyfriend (and what about it??) but it’s nice to have on in the downtime. An Asian woman co-stars.

Knowing: (tw: blood) school students unearth a time capsule that contains a sheet from a girl who predicted all the tragic world events between 1959-2009. This is NOT a good movie but it’s SO hilarious to me because of the acting and contrivances. Fun to group-watch!!!!

10 Cloverfield Lane: (tw: VB, emotional abuse) a woman wakes up in a bunker to a captor who tells her that the world has fallen to alien apocalypse. I think this movie elevates the original Cloverfield in pretty much every way. Again, super tense and moody. The conflict revolves around whether or not the captor is being truthful.

Train to Busan: (tw: extreme VB and disturbing imagery) a man and his daughter are on a train when a zombie hops on at the last minute. It’s Korean with an all-Asian cast; Choi Woo-shik co-stars. I definitely wouldn’t watch if you’re scared of blood and gore. It’s very gross and violent.

12 Monkeys: (tw: ableism, violence) a man from the 2030s is sent back to the 1990s to prevent the plague that will end the world. I think the aesthetics of this are really cool but otherwise it’s not a favorite. But I think it appeals to people who like apocalypse and time travel stuff!

If you liked THE MATRIX:

Strange Days: (tw: rape, sex, nudity, VB, racism, police brutality) memories can be saved to hard-drives and sold on the black market for exorbitant prices. Very problematic and triggering presentation of rape, but young Angela Basset stars and there’s a condemnation of police brutality that’s still relevant 20+ years after its release.

Upgrade: (tw: ableism, VB, fridging) a disabled man installs an AI in his spine to help him move and investigate the murder of his wife. The premise is glaringly ableist and I feel weird even recommending it tbh but it’s got great visuals and a few good twists.

Altered Carbon: (tw: VB, weird interracial body switching, uhhh I haven’t finished this one IDK) in a society where human bodies are interchangeable, a man wakes up in a new body after 300 years of his mind being dormant. A Latina woman co-stars, two Asian characters in a subplot, a few other POC here and there as well. I think season 2 stars a black man.

eXistenZ: (tw: VB, anti-Asian racism, general weirdness? IDK it’s hard to describe. There are guns made out of bones and weirdly sexual visuals.) after someone tries to assassinate her, a video game designer and her bodyguard must play through her virtual reality game in order to save the only copy of the game.

Minority Report: (tw: VB, eye removal/insertion) all crimes are predicted and criminals reported before they are committed. The main character is preemptively accused of murder. This one is really white but it was one of the first movies that got me into sci fi. Early 2000s Colin Farrell <3.

If you liked WESTWORLD:

Humans: (tw: uncanny valley, objectification) androids are household helpers and public assistants throughout Britain until one day they start developing consciences. It hits a lot of the themes of Westworld without all the unnecessary pretentiousness, “edginess,” and “grittiness,” and it stars Gemma Chan and Colin Morgan!!

Blade Runner 2049: (^) an android is ordered to find and kill a human/android hybrid. It’s not without its issues but it’s one of my favorite movies of all time, right up there with Alien. So beautiful, so thematic, so thought-provoking (to me, anyway. I know a lot of people thought it was way too slow).

Ex Machina: (^) a man is invited to a private estate to help test the intelligence of an android. It’s kind of predictable imo but you know Oscar Isaac and Sonoya Mizuno are in it so we have to stan, and so is Domhnall Gleeson, for the SW fans! I like how isolated and quiet it feels.

I Am Mother: (tw: blood, gaslighting) after an extinction event, a young woman is raised by a lone android in a human repopulation facility until one day a woman knocks. It starts off slow and a bit generic, but I’m obsessed with the 2nd and 3rd acts of this movie---good acting, dialogue, and fantastic visuals. It has that same isolated feel as Ex Machina with only three characters, all of which are women/woman-coded!!!

If you liked ALIEN (space gothic):

Battlestar Galactica (2004-2008 reboot): (tw: genocide, war, colonization, VB, uncanny valley, rape, infidelity) space opera that follows humanity as it fights the ever-evolving and powerful enemy of their own creation: androids named Cylons. Um? I L O V E THIS SHOW SO MUCH and I truly do think it’s everything sci fi should be. There is a really unfortunate Miss Saigon-esque romance plot in season 1 and a lazily-written love triangle involving a black woman in season 3, but otherwise it’s one of my all-time favorites and I highly recommend. It’ll spin your mind and tug your heartstrings for years.

Black Mirror: Men Against Fire: (tw: genocide, war, nudity) soldiers in the near future protect citizens from mutant zombies, but one soldier starts experiencing strange hallucinations in the field. This is such an underrated Black Mirror episode starring a black man. There’s brief objectification of a black woman but it’s very anti-military and it has an interesting sterile aesthetic that reminds me of Alien.

High Life: (tw: rape, black holes/space anxiety, very disturbing) prisoners are given the option to join a space expedition and serve as experimental subjects en route to a black hole. Please please stay away if you are triggered by sexual violence of any kind. There’s almost no physical violence in this movie but it’s psychologically haunting imo.

The Faculty: (tw; VB, drug use) high schoolers discover their teachers are being possessed by an invading alien race. I LOVE THIS MOVIE LMFAOOOO. The cast is SO wild---Elijah Wood, John Oliver, Usher, Salma Hayek, Josh Hartnett??? And I’m probably forgetting more. The combination of the cast, the terrible dialogue, and shitty special effects is PEAK comedy imo. But bear in mind it’s bloody!!

Prometheus: (tw: body horror, VB, uncanny valley) a crew of scientists heads on a deep space mission to find the aliens who created the human race. A prequel to Alien, but I kind of view it as its own thing. Despite the plot holes, I love this movie too! It was one of my sci fi gateways and the visuals are stunning. It’s pretty gory though so if that’s not your thing stay away.

Life: (tw: extreme VB) a lesser Alien, but it provides all the space gothic tropes (jokey crew, shots of space, really pretty spaceship, everyone dies, creepy alien) with a well-known cast---Gyllenhaal, Reynolds, etc.

The X Files: (tw: a few episodes contain 90s racism, sexism, queerphobia etc but you can skip them) a lot of people have watched this so I barely have to explain, but it’s one of my favorites. Two FBI agents investigate multiple aliens and get involved in government conspiracies along the way. A good gateway!

A Quiet Place: (tw: child loss, VB, tension) I think most people know what this is about too. Alien apocalypse with aliens that hunt by sound. The daughter in the family is deaf, and so is the actress who portrays her. The representation of deafness was critically acclaimed.

#maxine talks sci fi #movie recs #maxine did you read/watch

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paraclete0407 · 3 years

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That my favorite JLC novel was ‘Call for the Dead’ - a reference for the Black Death

Nora Roberts’ ‘Holding the Dream’ - ‘Project 521′

‘[Japanese word for bouquet] super-cruise

‘Afterburner’ - hands on shoulders

‘Disbelief in math’ - you [stole presence of breast]

‘Why am I so dumb’

Drinking boiling tea on empty stomach till fly, leap weightlessly

‘Mariposa 2016′ - why not be ‘wheeled out’

‘Speak while breathing in’

10.

Oxygen from outside not needed; breathing is crutch

11.

Do backflip; test of will

12.

‘Germantown Lake’

13.

Instant respect University School of Milwaukee

14.

‘UW-Milwaukee (once) respected me’

15.

‘The infliction

16.

‘H3B’ - ‘Mutt Riley’ drug-dealer w/ heart of gold (fake stock character) ‘Malaysian Camille,’ fingers intercostal, ‘Liesl,’ point to books w/ furry boot-toes, ‘I want to kick that cat.’ Some kind of gov’t agency. Girl w/ marmalade hair,

17.

‘Gangster Opera’ - ‘__-ya what _ _ _ _’ - ‘penalty life’

18.

‘Flamenco dance-hall poison gas massacre’ - ‘First Love’

19.

‘The Persian Girl’ - NYC container-ship nuclear terrorism

20.

‘Oxygen Girl and Lithium Boy’ - W. Allen ‘Jupiter Symphony’ - Green R-33 - ‘Yeppeo Harkke’ - ‘I’m not Allen; don’t want to know everything; I groom no one; I expect not to live forever; IDC abt ‘sexual awakening’ + doesn’t need to be taught. Unoriginal sinner, un-special sophistication, ‘nubile’ - well f--- you and praise God f---face

21.

Distributing the apple-baskets to the poor

22.

‘Epipen’ hostess-bar; [fake name spoken by munch-crumple-idiot].

23.

‘The Coalminer’s Wife.’ Rutgers is Pyongyang; Mason Gross School of the Arts is Pyongyang; spiral staircase, why am I so dumb. ‘Poetry-writing is like _ _ but novel-writing is like coal-mining.’ The small room, loom / weave. Sleep in uniform apron / visor. Blindness. Hairband. ‘If you wear this shirt on college 1st day will meet fut. husband.’

Sitting in subterranean culvert, bride, pink silver white, orange light. Kneeling in matte white in coal-hill. ‘The village headman’s daughter.’ Candle. Roman Catholicism implied.

24.

Legalistic, fat on health-foods. Friend is skinny always burning self down, love of pizza. ‘Sungjin.’

25.

‘Minister of the Right’ - ‘Scholar Jin and Lady Periwinkle’

26.

‘Eternal Protector YSS his face was white to blacks black to whites spoke breathing in, racist in immutable divine capacity, picking up valuables from ground even if stolen property =/- smashing store-window to steal. Terrible elephant-trumpet, sinking, PCH will burn me w/ cigarette-tip in Eternity.

27.

‘Sospira’ - mandatory euthanasia for piano-teacher after ‘genius student’ graduates

28.

‘Man is woman and woman is b _ _.’ ‘Women are floors.’

29.

The bird says ‘laoshi.’ The rabbit approaches me; my son. Little kids w/ armored lower legs will crush me.

30.

‘So tired from writing strip-club accounts by hand shoulder fatigue the RU Aryan Nation (inc. blonde Jewesses) easily bent her arm to make it look like suicide.’

31.

‘I caused WW3 due to collective hallucination and/or CCP deepfake; casus belli

32.

‘We’ll give you a five-course meal then f--- you up + also plant bomb in stomach

33.

‘I f---ig TOLD YOU

34.

Mom trusted me with absolute trust-ness as we walked; Jew ‘Take your family _____!’ ‘Carlos Park,’ ‘I HATE Jews; they think they’re the only humans.’ ‘At least we can all agree about Obergefell(?!).’

35.

Why Episcopalians sing about Socrates?

36.

Tell parents, ‘Don’t you know how easy it is to generate deepfakes and say anyone did anything?’ They drove away leaving me outside Best Buy.

37.

‘He’s like the Palestinians.’ ‘I really like you.’ Black boy in pom-pom-hat, tooth-smile, tinfoil.’ My Tibetan bracelet, Diamond Gym Maplewood

38.

‘Meta-wolf.’ Painterly resolution of cinema. Die at piano. Stab self in right thigh.

39.

Looking in to the PC screen 2003 I saw the future; at the very end of the _ _ vid the katana right through her mouth and head / brain / skull. Dads to plan Covid ultra-vengeance. YSS, ‘I killed my sons to _ _ _.’

40.

St. Peter in sky

41.

‘Delight of bread; it befits Man’s dignity... Xi Jinping likes _... delight stomach nursing school, orange sherbert, all ight getting beaten

42.

The Black PhD woman wants me to apply lip-gloss(?!), will not expand on educational philosophy of institution - ‘I blah blah blah Harvard, middle class can’t live within means - Shanghai novel ‘What We Were Not Promised’ - ‘

43.

Guidance counselor you f----- it up - incompetent reprobate self-hypermasculinizing crop-hair Jewess man up Derek Chauvin

43.

‘The neural math Yuki Katakura, mirror neurons, decoupling, cannot ride the vestibule, Matt Chai, “Correspondence and Correlation’ Berkeley CA, ‘Catherine Chai’ emerald dress, McDonalds in the days when seats were fixed outside. Michelle WAi funeral; she played guitar; commanded submarine, assassinated by RPG Arab terrorist. G-36. ‘Fantail.’

44.

‘What’s Myeong Hyeongeso up to?’ - I really love my friend Cunningham whose heartrate spikes probably b/c he knows there’s CCP Yakuza assassins somewhere al the time thinking of murdering him

45.

Daejin McDonald’s one night, I start singing ’Star Spangled Banner.’ Kim Jong Un launches missile arcing over cereal grain fields, I start singing ‘Star Spangled Banner.’

46.

Literally 2015, ‘Trinity of Happiness.’ Later ‘finally enter.’ Gold label lite cigarette, ‘I’m gonna have my day!’

47.

I gave the little kid money + he flipped out; he later tried to freeze himself to death as Texas Bill is manning up worried about magazine cliches, contributions to ROKA(?). Kid quit due to voice but he’s still better than me! Fire all these people, CDF, ‘Charles David Framingham,’ nuke Milwaukee, I don’t trust his data. ‘I had so much sex before marriage’ - just die I read your magazine 3,0000 years ago. I can’t believe anyone wants to be you; my grandfather was B-24 co-pilot, main pilot KIA, landed without landing-training, grapefruit morning, infinite wrist-strength. I smashed up his house but he didn’t get mad, just stutter. Dead-eyed f---face shooting every animal in Texas.

48.

Very much fear of P2 holiness but holiness-shyness even worse than love-shyness even more blasphemous, I sincerely hope he strangles me very soon

49.

The evillest thing I ever thought, the ‘death of deaths,’ Kim Jong Il, what was he thinking? I used to toy with TW-1, say word ‘zombie’ ‘How could you do that?!’ I didn’t liquefy girls’ skeletons or sth; it’s like Schindler’s List soundtrack; I just don’t know words for it. ‘Final Gesture’ - Jesus to Judas ‘friend?’

50.

Iraq War Day trail-running, later cognizance of Noam Chomsky Hiroshima Day. Wanted to say Op. Olympic noble but in retrospect ‘Bells of Nagasaki’ + ‘swamp of Japan.’ My grandfather’s funeral, dad is, ‘We have all drunk from wells we did not dig.’ Chinese chicken eat, nap, I can run all the way up of the hill w/ African chat. I like YooA ‘Bon Voyage,’ check CNS high reps, atrial fibrillation.

51.

SHINEE fangirl ‘Stella(?)’ - noli me tangerine I know that stuff is ‘little stars.’ Awed at my gait ‘If only they had stayed in hot pursuit.’ I wanna believe in all that stuff as well; I am also a dead-ender or last-chancer or last-caller; I admire Mari Iijima, ‘’Uncompromising Innocence.’ ‘Little Heaven’ but that’s Kim Jongilism or I’m worse than Kim Jong Il for thinking about ‘Agents Running in the Field.’ Timothy Keller, ‘I don’t like broccoli.’ I felt it was an innuendo and it made me think of HJ that gave me her number but I didn’t call b/c I’m against prostitution and I felt it’s fake number b/c everything is the Shadowplay. I made stupid lewd stuff for years despite ‘Anointment’ and ‘When To Care’ - ‘toucan, macaw, demi-bra.’ Everyone thinks I’m a rapist but I’m not pressing my case; I don’t mouth-breath; I don’t spit. I read ‘Sentimental Education’ and pre-targeted; I gave up; I wish Gen. McChrystal could be President or GWB 3rd term, conscience of Moon Jaein, ‘Weary Head.’ Thought I was ‘all hard’ for reading Natsume Soseki’s ‘Meian’ with ex-girlfriend’s smile at the end but he as dying then I started seeing kisses + wife-smiles and stuff; what’s Francis Chan up to?, does Mike Pompeo know I am real? I liked 2nd Inuyasha movie, that song was about Mochida Kaori’s unborn niece or nephew, Kinokuniya Edgewater Mitsuwa. The ‘Many Pieces’ live version ended with bass-note - ‘cantus firmus’ - instead of fadeout and wail. Stone Lake NK Mountain morning. Fav. Bible book 2 Timothy - ‘grievous wolves.’ & I used to listen to ‘Arirang’ and hear the Latin, ‘Respondemus’ - my favorite person said that Latin’s ‘quaint’ but it’s the lingua franca of the Roman Empire and that’s the final empire of this world that never went away; but this is a specific era, the great wave Delta and it’s not even the last iteration If I know anything about biological war or Satan. Unironically fall on your face; ten billion jewel-souls tonight and this terrible fire rolling over. I just simply pray for mercy on Milwaukee + somebody suspend their infinity-war-dueling over all the ills of yesterday back to Original Sin nd the Fall of Lucifer. I’m unhappy that I know all this pop-culture; ‘worlds are swaying / someone is praying / please let us come home to stay’ or Kahi’s ‘One Love’ where at the end it uses the word for ‘I’ in the subjective case which is ‘arm confirmed identity’

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bathtubjohnny · 3 years

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Chapter 1: Rough draft (Edited once for spelling/grammar)

TW: Bloody noses, descriptions of a corpse, mild gore and swearing, spooky zombie lady, bad formatting, rushed writing

Note: Please give me your sweet sweet feedback. Oh how I crave honest and good-hearted criticism.

*Thanks to a handful of members from a group chat for convincing me to post this*

The forest was dense enough to blot out the sun, almost completely plunging the path in darkness. It didn’t bother Sydney though; he was too focused on the building at the end of it. It was a church, and he stood in front of it, staring up at the grey steeple protruding from what was left of the roof. It was a miracle that it was still standing. The walls had been scorched by fire, and the once-beautiful stained glass windows had melted into colourful, wax-like puddles. He could still smell smoke even though the church burned an impossibly long time ago. It never occurred to Sydney that the surrounding woods were completely untouched by the fire, as if it had never happened in the first place.

The inside was different as Sydney pushed the double doors open. He didn’t recognize the inside. It was more spacious than what he remembered, but like the forest, untouched by the blaze. Instead of red carpeting there was a wooden floor; instead of oil paintings depicting the trial of Jesus, tapestries with horrific, indescribable images decorated the walls. The interior had an ancient feel to it, making Sydney feel insignificant as he stood before the rows of pews. He could tell that it wasn’t a Catholic church anymore. It was a haven for a religion that existed long before the concept of Christianity.

Across from Sydney and past the pews was a stone table where the altar should have been. There was a white sheet covering something laying across it. As he padded down the aisle towards it, he could see symbols etched into the stone, characters he couldn’t recognize. The closer he got the louder his ears rang, his sinuses becoming so congested that soon fluid began leaking down his chin. It wasn’t until he reached the table and saw the bright red droplets fall onto the stark white sheet covering it that he realized his nose was bleeding.

Ignoring his instinct to wipe away the blood, Sydney reached for the edge of the sheet and pulled it back. Underneath was a girl, or at least the body of one. Her skin was ashen and waxy, a greenish-blue in colour. Small blisters had begun to form on her cheeks and forehead, as if she had been sunburnt recently. Even though they were closed, Sydney could tell that her eyes were sunken into her skull.

“Syd?”

Pulling the sheet down further, Sydney saw that the girl’s arms had been placed palms facing up, leaving the undersides of her forearms exposed. On both of them were deep gashes, starting from her wrists and ending in the crooks of her elbows. The rest of her had begun to decay, but her wounds appeared recent, oozing thicker, darker blood than what was dripping from Sydney’s nose.

“Syd, are you awake?”

The sound of her inhaling made Sydney’s attention turn sharply back to her face as her jaw creaked open, sucking in air. He stumbled away as her eyes, covered in a watery blue film, flew open. Her head turned towards him with a snap, sending him falling backwards in shock. He hit the floor hard as she sat up, bones creaking and popping as she threw the sheet off her bloated body-

“Mr.Patrick!”

Sydney bolted up from his desk as the shout tore through his dream, nearly sending him toppling to the floor. Mrs. Bray was sitting on her desk glaring directly at Sydney, arms folded. A snort of laughter to his left made him blush as he realized he’d dozed off...again. “Uh, sorry.” He mumbled, slowly sitting back down and trying to ignore the eyes on him. Although Mrs. Bray had a stern look in her eyes, Syd was somewhat comforted by the fact that she was obviously trying not to smile.

“I get that there’s ten minutes left, but let’s try to stay awake, alright?” She sighed. “To those of you who may have dozed off, I’m not repeating myself about the assignment. You can ask your group. Now,” She side-eyed the room. ‘Is there anyone who isn’t in a group of three yet?”

Syd sneaked a quick glance across the room over at his close friend Lizzie Abrams. She caught his eye and shrugged apologetically, motioning to two other girls sitting near her. Feeling his cheeks heat up, Syd averted his eyes, staring down at his desk in embarrassment.

“We don’t have a third person in our group.” The voice to Syd’s left spoke up, making him turn. It was a girl in a worn, blue and white baseball cap, someone who Sydney unfortunately recognized. Her name was Morette Woodward, better known as Mo, and Syd knew her as being the one who broke his nose during dodgeball back in fifth grade.

She had one elbow propped up on her desk and was leaning her head against her hand while picking at her braces with the other. When she caught Sydney’s eye, she flashed him a toothy smirk.

Mrs. Bray glanced between the two and shrugged. “Perfect, evens out the groups. Now,” she turned to address the rest of the class. “I’m giving the last couple minutes of class to organize your chapters, so use your time wisely. Remember your book and your portfolio should be in at least six sections!”

Portfolio? Sydney rubbed his eyes and groaned, wondering what else he’d missed. Falling asleep at random times wasn’t a problem before, but lately he'd been feeling lethargic and finding himself unable to keep his eyes open for long periods of time.

“Hey, scooch your butt over next to us so we can talk better.” Mo nodded at a tall boy sitting beside her. Sydney didn’t know who it was, but thought he looked familiar. “Yeah hold on,” he turned his chair to face them before leaning forward. “So… what’re we doing exactly?”

“Man, you were really out, huh?” The tall boy said, giving Sydney a sympathetic grin. “You were pretty twitchy too. Were you dreaming or something?”

Syd blinked. “‘Twitchy’? What do you mean?”

“Like...mumbling and tensing up a lot,” He clenched his fists in emphasis. “It was kinda creepy. What were you dreaming about?” He was already talking again before Syd could reply. “Oh shit, you don’t know me. Sorry, I’m Henry Kaminer.”

Kaminer. Sydney didn’t know Henry, but definitely recognized the last name. He remembered reading about the Kaminers in the newspaper, and made a mental note not to bring it up.

“Oh. I’m Sydney. I don’t really remember what I dreamed of.” Sydney lied. Henry laughed. “Yeah, I heard. Isn't Sydney a girl's...? Whatever, nice to meet you Sydney."

Morette handed Sydney a sheet of paper. “I had an uncle Sid so no, it's not 'a girl's name'. Anyway, literally all we have to do is split the book up to read for a week, then do some fun little questions and activities at the end of each week." She flipped through her copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. "It's like the same stuff we did in grade 5, but with racism."

So she does remember. Sydney looked over his sheet of paper. "Oh."

"Yeah, it'll be easy." Morette leaned back in her chair and scrunched her nose up. "There's 31 chapters, but they're not too long. Let's just do five chapters each week and read whatever's left when we get to the last week." She tossed a stack of pink sticky notes at Sydney. "Use those as a bookmark."

Sydney looked down at the sticky notes. “...Thanks.”

___

“Hey Syd!”

Sydney paused at the front doors of the school just as he was about to walk through them. Henry hurried over to him, lime green beanie clutched in one hand, messenger bag in the other. The tall boy stopped beside him, huffing. “Man, I jumped down the stairs to catch up to you. Sorry, anyway. Walking home?”

Sydney pushed open the doors, nodding. “Yep. What about you?”

“Same here, but uh...which way are you going?”

“To the left.”

“Sweet! Mind if I tag along?”

“Sure,” As they made their way past groups of students waiting for their buses, they started walking down the sidewalk towards the nearby neighbourhoods. Syd, who barely made it to Henry’s elbows, couldn’t help but feel self-conscious with the giant beside him. “Do you live close to the school?” He asked. Henry shrugged. “Well, not really. To be honest I’m just tagging along to avoid my older brother, Marvin.” He chuckled a bit, but it sounded forced. “He’s got his driver’s licence and all, but…”

“But what?” Syd asked. Henry sighed. “He’s an asshole. I don’t feel like dealing with his anger issues today. So I’m here with you instead, little man. If that’s cool with you,”

“I’m not that little! But yeah, it’s cool.”

“Yeah you are, shortstack!!” Henry guffawed and rubbed the top of Sydney’s head with one hand. Syd swatted at his arm, but joined in the laughter. The two boys continued talking and joking around as they continued trekking down the street towards a crosswalk. The weather was warm for being early September, the sun beaming down on them helping to keep Sydney in high spirits.

The first week of school had been rough for him; being as timid as he was, making friends was hard enough in elementary school, never mind being in a new environment. For the longest time he’d considered Lizzie to be his closest friend, but they’d drifted apart over the summer, making him feel even more isolated than ever. As he listened to Henry telling him about his pet cat, Bowie, he felt a ray of hope that maybe he wouldn’t have to be so lonely after all.

“...he’s a really sweet boy, but he’s pretty ugly,” Henry was telling Syd. “He’s got this weird skin condition though so there’s like almost no hair on his body. I think it’s kinda hilarious, but every time he sits down his butthole sticks to our table.”

Syd snorted. “Gross.” He stopped at the edge of the crosswalk as the traffic light turned red, Henry following suit. “I don’t have any pets. My mom’s allergic to animal hair. It makes her sneeze.”

“Damn. No siblings either? Sounds quiet.” Henry leaned against a pole covered in colourful flyers and shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand. Sydney took a couple steps back so he was standing in Henry’s shadow and decided that tall people weren’t that bad. “Hey,” he said. “My house is just up ahead, what about you?”

Henry shrugged and shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets. “Not me little man, I’m heading to the right but maybe I can come over and wreak havoc at your place sometime.” He flashed Sydney a grin and straightened up, a couple flyers sticking to him before fluttering to the ground. “Whoops, those seemed important.”

Syd rolled his eyes and laughed as Henry stooped down to scoop them off the sidewalk. “Nice going there, big guy.” He joked. “Careful you don’t bring the pole down too.” Henry didn’t respond; instead he slowly stood up, clutching a white flyer and staring down at it. Sydney felt his smile fade when he saw the dismayed expression on Henry’s face.

“...What is it?”

Henry swallowed hard before handing Sydney the poster. The white paper was crumpled and soft from being left outside, showing signs that it had been there a while. A photo of a man with a goofy grin and a buzzcut holding a balding cat was in the center. The words were in bright red at the top of the page as he read them.

MISSING PERSON

Jeremiah Lee Kaminer

Also goes by ‘Jerry’

19 years old, blue eyes, blonde, slim build, 6’0”

Last seen November 27th wearing a leather jacket, blue jeans, and brown hiking boots. If you have seen him or have any information of his whereabouts, please contact the Denville City Police.

“Henry,” Sydney glanced up from the page. Henry was fidgeting in place, avoiding making eye contact. “Is he...?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, staring at the ground. “It’s our oldest brother. He’s been missing for over a year. Went into a bar one night for a drink, and just…. Never came out.” A cold gust of wind sent the remaining flyers drifting down the sidewalk as they caught the breeze. Henry’s hands tightened around the poster, creasing the paper before he folded it into a square. “Whatever. I gotta go.” He turned and started heading down the street, leaving Sydney alone.

Syd watched him walk away, wondering whether he should call out or not. Deciding not to, Sydney went home, ignoring the icy loneliness that had begun to creep back.

#writing #creative writing #writing prompts #horror #ocs

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chaoticgremlinwholikescheese · 3 years

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I made a list this year of bad things to happen in 2020. Here it is: TW: Death, corona, all around bad stuff.

Kobe Bryant and daughter died

Australia was on FIRE, like the whole thing

Australia flooded

CORONAVIRUS

Quarantine

FREAKING LOCUSTS IN AFRICA, LIKE TRILLIONS OF THEM

Millions of cicadas emerging after 17 years underground

WW3 almost happened, remember that?

Government said UFOs are real

Largest piece of known space debris finally crashed

Predicting a record breaking hurricane season

Economic crash in the US, like a giant crash

Trump is president. Has been for 4 years, but it needs to be said

People are protesting lockdown, getting corona

Trump got impeached, but not removed from office

MuRdEr HoRnEtS in the US LIKE MURDER HORNETS, REALLY?

Operation Pridefall

protests due to police brutality (#JusticeforGeorgeFloyd)

Zombie fires in the Arctic, Alaska, and maybe Siberia (underground fires)

The last normal day we had before quarantine was FRIDAY THE 13TH

Anonymous came back. That happened

Yellowstone might erupt

Three new monster asteroids headed towards earth in June

Biggest oil spill in Russian History happened in Russia

Crazy wildfires in Arizona

Mysterious deep space radio signals sent to earth every 157 days. Aliens?

UK has cannibalistic rats coming up through the toilets

Trump’s new logo is the Nazi logo

Kanye said he was running for president. We have no more standards

Brain eating amoeba found in the US

There's a beaver invasion in the arctic making global warming worse

There are now flying snakes

New data revealed hidden flood risks across America

New virus with pandemic potential found in China

THERE ARE METH ALLIGATORS ON THE LOOSE IN ALABAMA

Alcoholic monkey want on a rampage, killed one man and left 250 injured

Massive saharan dust cloud is heading towards US

Largest cyber attack in history hit all US mobile phone operators

Mosquitoes with West Nile Virus found in Fresno

Scientists found apocalyptic bird flu that could wipe out ½ of humanity

US, UK, and Canada say Russia is hacking Covid vaccine trials

Millions of people in China left homeless by severe torrential rains/floods

CA’s chances of experiencing the worst earthquake on the San Andreas fault have tripled in the last year, so we’re all gonna die in an earthquake

Squirrel in Jefferson county tested positive for bubonic plague

There’s now increased super lice because of corona

China claims unknown pneumonia deadlier than corona is spreading in Kazakhstan, like one pandemic wasn’t enough

Tik Tok almost got banned

There was a giant Tik Tok glitch and everyone FREAKED OUT

Bubonic plague is back in Mongolia

50 mile wide swarm of flying ants appeared

NASA warns about asteroid bigger than London Eye heading close to earth

Weird mystery seeds from China being mailed around the U.S.

Salmonella outbreak caused by onions in 43 states

Chadwick Boseman died

A bunch of pedophiles and gross people exposed on Tik Tok

A lightning strike killed 10 children playing soccer in Uganda

GIANT FIRES IN CA

Literally the sky is orange and it's raining ash

Ice caps melting

They found two 60ft long snakes

Sex hungry giant spiders are invading peoples homes

Man commited suicide live on tik tok and it spread

Sudan is having massive flooding

Britain is under attack from millions of drunk and angry german wasps

Tiger loose in Tennessee. Not from a zoo

Pilot spotted a guy flying in the sky with a jetpack (twice)

For some reason poison ivy is getting bigger and more poisonous

Super gonorrhea on the rise

More muslims killed in China camps than in Holocaust

More corona deaths than ww 1 or 2

#2020 #thank god its over

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