#dark drum and bas

[unhonest-iago]

Earworm

Denki was constantly annoyed at his soulmate. Their connection was through music; he could hear every song that stuck in their head and vice versa. Unfortunately for Denki, anytime they discovered a new band, they'd listen to it for weeks to months on end. And then when the new one replaced the old, they started to remember some of the instrumentals again.

An incorrect snippet of the lyrics. Which then fills his brain on repeat to the point he's randomly humming it himself but has nothing to go on. It was never a song he knew, unable to help. Not that he could, he didn't even know who his soulmate was or if they even went to U.A.

'Buh ba-buh ba-buh,' Reader drums their fingers along their desk to the melody flowing through their mind. Sitting next to Hitoshi in class 1-B who had learned long ago how to tune them out. He had discovered that using his quirk just prolonged the torture for their soulmate. Only amplifying the noise level, forcing Reader to non-verbally process their thoughts.

'I'm with you, always,' trying to figure out the lyrics as he jotted down notes, unaware of the blond in class 1-A who wanted to electrocute himself. 'My love is on your side. I’m with you always.’

'What's wrong with dunce face?' Katsuki asks Eijirou when Denki flat out ignores him. Overstimulated by his soulmate, who is a few doors away. 'His soulmate is having another earworm,' laughing at his friend's misery. 'Denki, you could just hum another song to drown them out.' The internal aspect implied. 'Ugh, last time I did that, their brain made a stupid mash up,' groaning, Denki drops his head onto his arms. Cushioning it from hitting the hard wood of the desk.

‘Just look up the fucking song,’ if he could retaliate, he would’ve chosen the part from Kesha’s your love is my drug; banging my head against the wall. It was annoying that the one means of communication they had was bloody song lyrics. Luckily for Denki, the bell for lunch rang.

Both class 1-A and class 1-B now walking down to the cafeteria. Reader had finally remembered a bit of the chorus, ‘there’s a darkness at the heart of my soul, runs cold, runs deep.’ Reader’s packing up their stuff while Hitoshi walked ahead. Denki walking past the classroom, heard them humming. Stopping dead in his tracks, confusing Eijirou and Bakugou. He bursts through the door, ‘You!!’ Pointing at them. ‘You’re the reason why that song has been playing through my head on loop!’

‘Oh, shit. That’s right, the soulmates thing,’ they had completely forgotten about that. Some of their friends had already found their soulmates. Reader had thought that it would be wise to not fret over it when entering U.A. Not wanting it to get in the way of their hero training. ‘What do you mean the soulmates thing?’

‘Wait, the gummy bear song! That was you?’ Remembering how the song had gotten stuck in their head, but couldn’t recall where they had heard it from. ‘Was trying to get back at you. It didn’t work.’

‘But seriously, you didn’t know?’ Denki’s so confused. He’s glad to finally know who has been controlling the stereo inside his head. Finding out that they did in fact go to U.A. and seemed to be a quirk users. He was still a little pissed. But the main feeling was confusion, thinking they had never heard about soulmates. Which couldn’t be the case. ‘Oh, no, I know about soulmates. Simply thought I’d run into mine eventually. Didn’t want it to distract from all the hero stuff.’

Denki decides ‘fuck it,’ and pushed his conflicting emotions to the wayside. Now wanting to know more about them. ‘Well, we’ve met. Hi, I’m Denki and we’re hanging out for lunch,’ quickly grabbing Reader by the hand and directing them towards the cafeteria. ‘Name’s y/n. In case you wanted to know, mr kidnapper.’

[moonmaiden1996]

Thinking of Rupert if he ever had to be way from goddess for more than a few hours . That man would pine!🥰

UMMMMMMM YESSSSS! This man is a simp. He will be climbing the walls. Wanting no needing his Goddess.

Damn Margaret Thatcher. Damn the fucking strikers and the bloody football yobs. The last three days had been hellishly long in Parliament, his back completely numb from the harsh mahogany benches. Three long days of endless debates, shouting matches, and political maneuvering. Three long days of sleeping in the lonely bed at his—no, their—townhouse.

Waking every morning without your warmth had been sheer torture.

Rupert had tried to coax you out to London, to spend the week nestled in the townhouse where he could at least come home to you at night, but Declan had been hitting the bottle hard. With Freddie away in Japan, someone had to keep an eye on the rogue Irishman. And of course, that someone had to be you, especially with Taggie away with Bas for their grad tour.

Fucking idiot.

The thought of Declan, reckless and charming as ever, sprawling across their sitting room in drunken disarray while you fretted over him made Rupert's jaw tighten. But more than that—more than his irritation at Declan or his resentment at being shackled to his political duties—was the simple, undeniable fact that he missed you.

He had tried to get home, but by the time the Cabinet meeting finally adjourned, it was so painfully late that even his desperate need for you couldn't keep his heavy eyelids from surrendering to exhaustion as his driver took him back home. 

Dawn had even broken as he tore out of the town house and climbed into the car rattled down the motorway at an agonizing pace. Every red light was a personal affront. Every moment wasted in this godforsaken city was time stolen from you. The sun had yet to rise, the streets still cloaked in darkness, but Rupert had no intention of waiting for daylight. No, he had to be home before you woke up, before you even had the chance to reach across the bed and feel the empty space where he should have been.

His fingers drummed impatiently against his knee. If he closed his eyes, he could almost feel the silk of your skin, the way your breath fanned over his collarbone when you curled into him in sleep. The way you murmured his name in that soft, drowsy way that made him want to spend the rest of his life ensuring you never had to wake up alone again.

The moment the car pulled up to the house, Rupert was out and tearing up the step. The key slid into the lock with practiced ease, and he was inside in an instant, shrugging off his coat as he strode through the dimly lit corridors. Every step was one closer to you, closer to home.

And then, finally—

There you were.

Nestled in the sheets, your hair splayed across the pillow, one arm stretched toward his empty side of the bed. The sight was enough to knock the breath from his lungs.

Rupert toed off his shoes, peeled off his waistcoat, and slipped into bed without hesitation. The moment he did, you stirred, shifting instinctively into his warmth. He exhaled, the tension of the past three days unraveling as he pressed his lips against your temple.

"You're home," you murmured sleepily, voice thick with drowsiness.

"I'm home," he confirmed, gathering you into his arms. "And I'm never leaving you for this long again. Sleep, my love. You're going to need all your energy for what I have planned."

You hummed, half-asleep, but your fingers curled around his wrist, holding him in place. As if you feared he might disappear again.

Never, he thought. Not if he could help it.

Rupert buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. And for the first time in days, he allowed himself to breathe.

I need more Rupert in my life. Pleaseeeeeee keep sending Rupert requests.

I know this was not technically a request but the image was too good to pass.

[the-ointment-jar]

Epithets of Bast

Who rises in the horizon

The Lady of Heaven

The Lady of Heaven and Earth

The Lady inside the solar disk

Who rises as the Golden One

The faces / the people see because of her sunbeams

The Lady of Light

Who illuminates the faces with her rays

The Mistress of Splendor

Who dispels darkness

Who creates the rays

The Lady of Jubilation

The Lady of Bubastis

The Lady of Bubastis in the Waters of Ra

Who allows the two lands to flourish

The Lady of the Two Lands

Who protects her father

Who prepares the protection of her brother in the house of gold

Who fills the palace with joy

The Lady of the Palace

The Lady of the Birth Houses

Who is raised/reared in the Great House

The Lady of the House of Flame

The Foremost of the House of Bast of Upper Egypt

The Foremost of the House of Jubilation

The Foremost of the Princely House

The Foremost of the House of Sistrums

The Foremost of the Great Throne

The Lady of the Waters

The Lady of the East

Who enters the hill for herself

The Mistress of Protection in the Defined Pasture

The Mistress of Cities

The Mistress of all the Lands

Who is in the midst of the oasis

The Ruler of the Defined Fields

The Lady of Life

She gives life to those who go on her way/path

The Mistress of the Breath of Life

Who gives birth to goddesses on her command

She with great strength

The Mistress of the Run/Course

She with the swift gait

She with many faces

She with many forms

The Mistress of Manifestations

She with perfect face

She with pleasant scent

The Mistress of the Red Linen

The Mistress of Jewelry

The Mistress of Binding

The Devouring (Flame)

The Forehead Snake

The Cobra

The Great Cobra

The Cobra of Ra

Eye of Ra

Eye of Heru

The Great Eye of Heru

Eye of Atum

The Eye of the Pupil of the Udjat Eye

She with great Bas

The Ba of Aset

The Ba of the Lady of Rekhit

Who allows her Ba to shine

Who has found her Ba

Who inflicts massacre against the crooked-hearted

Who inflicts a massacre of the enemies

Whose flame comes out against her enemies

Who lets her flame come out against the enemies of Sokar

Who burns the rebels with her fiery breath

Who brings the enemies of the ruler of venerability to fall

Who casts down the rebels

Who prepares the protection of her father, Ra

Who prepares the protection of her child in his nest

Who protects Anat with her son, Heru

The Mistress of Joy

The Laudator

Who delights Ra with the beat of her fingers (that is, as a musician)

Who exhaunts/balls out the concerns

The Lady of Offerings

Who is protected by the falcon

Who is protected by the gods

The sound of the hand drum is beautiful to her ears

The flood water flows on her command

The Reigning Queen

The Ruler

The Two Lands are united for her

The Lady of Cobras

Who is on her Throne

Her father cools her heat (her anger)

Who gives birth to the ram

The daughter of Ra

The daughter of Khepera

The daughter of Atum

The sisters

Who satisfies the heart of her father, Ra

She with great popularity

The very popular one

The gods rejoice at the sight of her face

The gods and people rejoice at the sight of her

The Great One

She with great authority

She with many names

The Unique One of the Protectors of her Father

The Unique Mistress

Who is over the secret

Who is over the secret of Atum

She with the secret form

The Golden One

She with great terror

The Mistress of Terror

The Mistress of Fear

The Mistress of Carnage

The Fiery/Flaming One

Who sends the messengers of Khenti Amenti as united gods

Who sends out the knife demons

The Mistress of Messengers

She with the powerful heart

Who is powerful in the fight

Who is in the midst of her barque

The Mistress of the Box

The Lady of Food

Who opens the perfect year

The Mistress of the Beginning of the Year

She with great magic

[starrydixon]

Sweet Melody

Era: Alexandria (Pre-Negan) Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Pronouns: None-Specified Word Count: 1,104 Warnings: none, just fluff!

Even though you were only a little more than halfway up the street from the house you shared with your boyfriend, you could already hear the electric guitar riffs and booming bass of the drums of the metal music Daryl was blasting through the record player in his garage. The idea of Daryl putting on music as he worked on his bike caused a smile to stretch over your face and your steps to quicken.

The closer you got, the more distinctive the music of Black Sabbath became. Although you were eager to get to Daryl, you slowed the pace of your steps as you began to hear the faint sound of an unsuspecting voice singing along to the song. It was hard to picture Daryl singing as you had never even heard him hum a tune before, so you couldn't believe what your ears were hearing until you saw it with your own two eyes. Your lungs had practically stilled as you strained your ears to hear more clearly. Pausing just before the open garage door so you were still hidden from view, you carefully peered your head around the corner to peek inside the garage.

Your gaze instantly fixated on the sight of the angel wings that were on his back. With a slightly ducked head that caused his dark unruly strands of hair to cover his face, he stood by his work bench fiddling with a piece of an automotive part that you couldn’t identify even if your life depended on it. As the music of Paranoid filled the garage, Daryl’s head bobbed slightly from side to side in rhythm with the song. 

Your heart melted at the sight, and you had to place a hand over your mouth as you tried your hardest to not audibly swoon over your adorable boyfriend. Tentatively, you took a few more steps forward so you were leaning against the door frame. With your arms crossed over your chest in a way that made it seem like you were hugging yourself, you bit your lower lip as you could clearly hear Daryl humming along to the song under his breath. 

You couldn't stop the smile from stretching out across your face as you basked in the sight of Daryl singing along to the lyrics that he knew like the back of his hand. Even after all these years of knowing him, Daryl still managed to surprise you every day.

As the song began to fade and a new one began to start, Daryl had finally felt your presence. Carefully, he turned his head to the side to look over his shoulder. The archer didn’t seem alarmed at the sight of you, as his body language only seemed to relax more knowing you were there. Turning to face you fully, Daryl gave you a lopsided smile and a small wave of his hand that was covered in grease and oil.

“Were you just singing to yourself?” You couldn’t help but ask as you stepped further into the garage. Finding the black stool that Daryl barely used, you took a seat.

“Oh, uh-“ Pausing, a sheepish look suddenly formed across his face at the knowledge that not only had he been singing out loud without even realizing it, but that you had heard it. Rubbing at a non-existent itch on the back of his neck with his hand, Daryl struggled to finish his sentence. “-guess so. Sorry- didn't notice.” 

Daryl wasn't the kind of guy who normally cared about what other people thought, especially when it was about him. As he'd never had an audience to impress, he never cared if he was able to hold a tune when singing along to a song. However, now that you had heard him sing, the one person whose opinion actually meant something to him, he hoped he had been somewhat decent at it. 

With a slight shake of your head, you slowly stood up from the work stool and strode over to Daryl. The closer you became, the lower Daryl’s gaze ducked away from yours. When you were standing in front of him, you instantly placed your hands on his chest while a warm smile spread over your lips.

“Don’t ever apologize, it was nice. You should keep singing.”

Daryl’s gaze instantly lifted back up to meet yours, and he couldn’t stop the warm blush from dusting over the tops of his cheeks that reached to the tip of his ears. You were looking up at him with so much adoration in your eyes that it was almost overwhelming. The longer you stared at him with all that love in your eyes, the warmer his chest felt and the deeper the pink became on the apples of his cheeks. Letting out a gruff chuckle, he shrugged his shoulders dismissively.

“This ain’t a free show, y'know. You’re gonna have to pay if ya want more.”

As your warm joyous laugh reached his ears, and he felt your body lean into his as you laughed at his lame quip, it was Daryl’s turn for his heart to completely and utterly melt. He snaked an arm around your waist so that his hand was pressed against your lower back for support. A rather smug smirk uplifted one corner of Daryl’s mouth as he watched you laugh. 

With a grin so big it threatened to split your face in two, and with a rather mischievous glint twinkling in your eyes, you moved your hands up Daryl’s chest so that your arms were now wrapped around his neck. The slight change in your demeanor sent an electric shock to shoot up Daryl’s back as he anticipated on whatever you were about to say. His hold on you tightened slightly.

“I think I can spare a little change.” Your voice was softer now as your fingers began to play with the ends of Daryl’s hair. It made another spark shoot up his spine and goosebumps to raise over his skin. 

“Ya think I’m only worth a little bit of change?” He scoffed again at the notion as if it offended him and pulled you in even closer against his body. “Gonna have to bargain with a little more than that, sunshine.”

“How about I add some kisses, too?” Your question was teasing and hypothetical. You already knew what his answer would be.

Just as expected, Daryl’s only response was raising the hand that wasn’t currently holding you so he could cup the side of your face. Your arms tightened around his neck as his lips came crashing down on yours in a sweet and electrifying kiss.

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A/N: This idea was just too cute to not write and share! I hoped you enjoyed and thank you for reading! <3

[animeyanderelover]

Can I get yandere prompt number 47 and 50 with Melascula from seven deadly sins? I absolutely adore this girl lol

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, abduction, manipulation, degradation, gaslighting, abduction, isolation, psychological torture, sadism

Words: 2.1k

Prompt 47 & 50

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

It was the only sound your senses could perceive, your ears almost hyperfocusing on the accelerated heartbeat thumping against your chest. It was one of the few things letting you know that you were still alive, one of the few things your senses could still perceive.

You didn't even know whether it was currently night or day outside, darkness the only thing smothering your eyes when they were opened or closed, robbing you of all sense of time. There was no one or nothing with you in this darkness, only you and your own racing thoughts.

The smooth and firm surface of the darkness surrounding you was snuggled around your body tightly, preventing all possible movement and robbing you of your sense of touch.You didn't even know whether you were standing, sitting or floating around and this slimy unease had kept you awake ever since she had entrapped you within this darkness after you had disobeyed her, shying away from her touches.

How cruel and bitterly ironic it was that now you weren't able to feel anything anymore, all of your senses stolen from you as a punishment for your courage to speak up about your own displeasure of what she had been doing with you and what she was still doing with you.

Part of you longed for something, anything, to break through this dark abyss threatening to swallow your mind whole as your thoughts started losing their grasp on reality as anything that could have grounded you was taken away from you and left you alone with your spiraling brain.

You didn't want this... You wanted to get out of here.

You moved your lips, begging in your mind for Melascula to free you from this prison she had trapped you in yet your ears could perceive no sounds, no pleas tumbling from your mouth.

Why couldn't you hear anything?

Your lips moved once again, the movements much more urgent as you could feel your heartbeat picking up pace, its sounds more frenzied now as your ears listened in. Still, no other sounds broke through the darkness.

Was it only you who couldn't hear anything? But what if it wasn't? What if Melascula also couldn't hear your voice from outside the darkness? How long would you have to be stuck in this place then?

Panic seeped into your every thought, sheer fear that you would have to be stuck inside this place for even longer overwritting anything else in your mind. You opened your mouth wide or were you imagining that and let out a loud scream, your throat stinging as the guttural sound left your body.

Yet your ears were only met with nothingness...

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Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Patterns were dancing gracefully across your vision. Twisting, turning, evolving and breaking apart into new shapes. You were straining your eyes, your rattled mind trying to figure out if the dance happening across your vision was real or not. You knew that it wasn't if you had to be honest with yourself, that this was most likely a sign that you were starting to lose your mind in this place yet it was the only stimulation you had aside from the drumming of your own heartbeat.

You didn't know how much time had passed, your body feeling like you were asleep yet awake at the same time, conscious yet stuck in a never-ending dream all at once. It confused your every thought and you wondered if you would lose your sanity by the time you would be let out of this draining darkness...

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Heavy fog covered your mind from discovering your thoughts, every process going on inside your head happening slowly and sluggishly. You were drifting in and out from consciousness, the geometrical patterns and stains of colours still flashing across your vision. You weren't sure when you had last drunk and eaten something. There were some memories, subconscious and blurry, that were scratching at your mind. In those memories you were sure that you had swallowed something whilst you had been floating in the darkness yet you couldn't recall your tongue tasting anything, leaving you torn apart about what was truth and what illusion.

Everything felt surreal yet also weirdly familiar by now. From the visions your eyes were straining to not lose to the soft fingers gliding across your back, a cold breeze hitting you...

Wait...

Thoughts rolled around inside your head like heavy stones, struggling to stay still as it took a lot of mental effort for you to block them all at once, allowing you to register what each one of them was inhabiting.

You were terrified when you took your time to savor the sensation of fingers gliding across your back but not because you feared Melascula. No, you feared that it wouldn't be real. That your mind was playing a prank on you.

You stood perfectly still, afraid that any movement would ruin this moment or fantasy for you. You didn't even know if you could move at all but in your mind you found yourself freezing, the muscles in your back stiffening as the pads of fingers dug gently into the flesh.

The sensation slowly spread from your back to your arms and your shoulders, the feeling of hands touching you, traveling over your entire body almost making you want to laugh out in relief and giddiness. You never found out whether you had actually made that sound or not as you couldn't hear anything.

You didn't even realise that the darkness had slowly retreated from your body which allowed you to move parts of you again. Only when you felt her hands tracing across your own, stroking the skin and making you feel again, did you slowly notice that you could move your limbs again. It felt almost foreign as you discovered that you could move again, your fingers twisting and stretching, your body needing a moment to get used to moving again, especially since darkness was still covering your eyes.

As more and more darkness was removed from you, your senses felt disoriented, your mind in a momentary disarray as it needed to connect everything that had been lost in the darkness. The distant sound of a storm outside, the feeling of the cold stone under your breath, the faint scent of musky cave and fresh rain...

Only your eyes remained hidden, forbidden from seeing the light of this world.

"Well? What do you think about darkness? Our kind loves darkness. I'm curious to hear your impression of it as a human."

The singsong of her soft voice after a felt eternity of deafening silence was in that moment to you one of the prettiest sounds in the world. A melody that made your brain fuzzy, your head tingling in a pleasant way.

The moment you felt her grasping your chin your hands shot out instinctively, touching the cold yet soft skin of her body, your hands running up her thighs before pulling away when you heard how she let out a barely suppressed giggle. The sound was partially unsettling but not unwelcome after eternities of hearing nothing.

"My, this is the first time I've seen you so eagerly reaching out to touch me," she remarked, a hint of ecstasy tinging her voice. Your head tilted up to where you assumed her face was, finding yourself wishing that you could see anything, even if it was her face.

You found yourself staring even though you technically couldn't as she didn't allow you to see anything, wondering if Melascula could still sense that you were gazing at her beneath this darkness.

"You still need to answer my question though. What do you think about the darkness my kind lives in?"

There were a lot of things that you could have said to describe to her how you had felt when your body and soul had been stuck in that godforsaken material. You were partially still feeling the same lost and disoriented unease, your vision still stuck in that place. Yet none of the words seemed to accurately convey your feelings, your mind struggling to come up with descriptions. Melascula was not someone with the virtue of patience though and now more than ever could you not bear angering her. In your shaking desperation your word came ultimately only up with one puny little word that fell from your lips before you could even do anything.

"N-no..."

You didn't know how you had expected her to react and you didn't have much time to consider it either yet you were startled when the sound of her laughing filled the air only seconds after you had stuttered that word, the sounds meant to mock you.

"You poor thing. You truly didn't last long in that cocoon, did you? That's the first time that I've heard you making such a pathetic sound. To think that not too long ago you had the guts to go against me."

Her giggles made her talk in a higher octave, only highlighting the condescending sweetness she coated her voice in as she talked to you. Not too long ago you would have thought of the sound as aggravating yet you prefered anything over the void of soundlessness you had previously endured.

Eventually her cackles subsided, replaced by a buzzing hum as you felt the pads of her fingers tracing over your face, caressing every feature and pimple on it. Soon the hum was replaced by a burdened sigh, her touches suddenly stopping as she pulled her hands away. You found yourself missing the sensation.

“Tell me, is love supposed to be…this passionate?” she asked of you, her voice sounding almost dramatically troubled as you were able to pick up the sounds of her footsteps circling around you.

“You must understand that I am going against my own king and every virtue of my kind by keeping you with me. Whereas other demons feast upon the souls of your kind and slaughter them like the insignificant creatures they are, here I am. Protecting you, keeping you away from harm, indulging in lecherous thoughts when gazing upon you. Never did I think that a day would arrive where I would risk everything for a forbidden love like ours. Am I not a selfless and admirable person?”

You found your eyes trying to trail after her even though they still couldn’t see anything beyond the darkness, your only way of locating her being your sense of hearing. It was quite hard to tell whether Melascula believed what she said or if she was just lying to you and it was like this almost every time she talked to you.

You found yourself swallowing as another description you thought more fitting of her crossed your mind yet didn’t dare to speak up about your opinion. Unfortunately for you Melascula was rather perceptive, picking up on the sound of it and the way your Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Oh? Is there something on your mind, pet?”

She asked sweetly of you, her footsteps getting closer to you.

“Don’t be shy. Speak up.”

Her voice was still the usual singsong yet you could pick up on her warning undertone, daring her to disobey you once more.

You felt trapped. Your answer would most likely make her mad. Lying to her would make her mad. Disobeying her altogether and not saying anything to her would most certainly make her mad. No matter what option you would chose, you’d get in trouble.

“Come on. Don’t make me wait.”

You could almost taste the danger on your tongue, your inner mind summoning an image of her giving you a menacingly harmless smile that she always gave you moments before the outburst of her rage.

You had no choice though…

“You’re a crazy person.”

Silence. A few seconds of silence that filled your lungs with terror before the cackling sound of her giggles broke the weight, leaving room for confusion and uneasy anticipation to fill the space instead.

It didn’t sound like she was enraged. Then again, you never knew with Melascula.

“Hah… you actually said it to my face,” she mused as she slowly calmed down again, her footsteps having stopped. From the sound of her voice though she must have been standing right in front of you.

“Telling me I’m crazy sounds wrong. Let’s… just say I’m madly in love with you.”

Her breath fawned your face as she spoke those words to you, her hand grabbing your head as her grip slowly tightened, her nails scratching against your scalp.

You could feel your heartbeat increasing again, your nerves trembling.

She was displeased.

“Do you think that you learnt your lesson? Because I can’t help but feel that you could do better.”

[the-danmei-multiverse-and-angst]

Danmei I've read & Love and My Ratings (mostly angst with happy endings)

MDZS/Mo Dao Zu Shin (Angst) /5🌟 TGCF/Heaven Officials Blessing (Angst) / 5🌟 Yuwu/Remnants of Filth (❤️‍🩹🥹 Angst) /5🌟 Sword Named No Way Out (Angst) /5🌟 Would You Like to Have A Drink /4🌟 Wu Chang Jie (Angst🥹) /5🌟 War Prisoner (Angst) /5🌟 Cold Sands (Angst/Bittersweet Ending/not a HE but not a bad ending) /5🌟 The Ugly Empress (Angst) /5🌟 Swallowing the Seas (Modern/Angst) /5🌟 Mo Du/Silent Reading (Modern/some decent Angst) /5🌟 Cherry Blossoms Upon a Wintry Sword ( Some Angst) /5🌟 Nan Chan (Angst) /5🌟 Misvil (Mistakenly Saving The Villain/Angst but with comedic tone...hard to explain but has TWs) /5🌟 Blind Concubine (Angst/No HE, Bittersweet? Haven't read in a long time) /5🌟 Spring Trees & Sunset Clouds (Angst) /5🌟 Huitian /5🌟 Ballad of Song & Wine (Qiang Jin Jiu)/ 5🌟 Peerless /Wushuang /5🌟 Can Ci Pin/ 5🌟 Kaleidoscope of Death/5🌟 Global University Entrance Exam/5🌟 Mist /5🌟 Copper Coins ( A little bit of Angst to me, but still a great story, HE)/ 5🌟 Governor's Illness /5🌟 Faraway Wanderers /5🌟 It's Not Easy Being a Master (Angst)/5🌟 Record of the Missing Sect Master (Angst) /5🌟 Stranger (KR novel) /4🌟 Thrive In Catastrophe /5🌟 The Legendary Master's Wife /4🌟 Rebirth of The Supreme Celestial Being /4🌟

I wrote a poem for Cold Sands danmei novel years ago, right after I finished the novel because I was so inspired by the story and it made my heart ache. Here is the poem:

Wings clipped by truth The fall swift and harsh Lies unveiled  Fate strung a web of deceit  A trap, snaring the victim This bird, tied down Voice cut-out -silenced Never to sing Never to cry out Never to sing its beautiful melodies once more Never to give sound to its pain The world itself, what a beautiful cage- A big and wide unknown, and sometimes deceitful place Freedom- is only a short illusory image  Unobtainable- A Mirage in the desert when one is dying from thirst Just out of reach, as though grasping at sand as it slips through your fingertips And as the dark begins to unravel Twist and unwind- Mighty is the weight thrust upon the heart, Subduing its pulse, the beating drum- a strangled ba-thump...ba-thump...ba-thump... An anchor drowning the soul, Just as as heavy as one that bears a crown upon their head,  No escape is possible now  As the strings of fate tighten, the birds wings are broken Fragmented and shattered Unable to never fly Never again to soar the skies

(End/ Extra below)

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Did you ever once hear the Greek tale of a boy, the boy who wanted to fly close to the sun?

His father created wings of made wax for his child and warned him, told him not to fly to high, to not fly to close to the sun.

However, the boy, Icarus, didn't listen to his father's words.

He flew, soaring higher, and higher, as close as he could get to the sun. His wings made of wax were melted away by the suns brilliance and Icarus fell to earth.

To his end.

And the Lotus flower, that blooms at the bottom of a lake, steeped in mud, struggles and craves, longing and yearning for the suns brilliance, but they can never touch the sun.

And a bird, born with wings to fly, can only fly so high, but never crossing that line, that boundary.

And sometimes love is just the same.

Not every story can have a happy ending, no matter the toil, the strife, the pain.

And some times, no my matter how much you love someone, you may forever be enemies, on opposing sides, love hidden deep in your heart, and all you can do, is to stare wistfully at the horizon, yearning until the end.

[readandlisten]

Pretty Things

I put pretty things on my shelves now,

They are beautiful treasures of old,

Of lives long past lived, and pasts perfected by the frames which my riches hold.

I look at my collection, adding new pieces, and changing their states from dust to shine,

I embrace each blemish, and love that it’s now mine.

I’m thinking of my history now too,

of the dullness that covers parts of my soul,

a patina so weathered,

the flaws make up my whole.

Would I pick myself out of a treasure box?

The weight so great, surley the value is hidden beneath my bent and damaged state.

But under the stains of my exterior,

A quiet, and endless warrior,

Waiting for her suit of armor to shine again,

Only the battle worn garment doesn’t think it can.

It holds its stains over my heart,

Creating layer after layer of scuffs and bumps,

But within, my heart beats each ba-dum, ba-dum-

The cadence a drum beat of a war song.

If I could capture the song of resilience,

The music would be in a box on my shelf,

Another treasure of history, a jewel too brilliant to hide from myself.

I would wind the box every morning thinking of battles past won,

Starting each day with a march leading me a step closer to the sun.

Wars are fought in the dark, the cold,

with only the beat to keep you sane,

Rest assured, that beat will become memories, and melodies and beautiful refrains.

And the spot on my shelf,

I’ve saved for myself,

Is a reminder that patina will hide my shine,

But tells the story of a more beautiful inner design.

[elfven-blog]

Complacent (3)

Summary: The storm's not over yet (ba dum tshh)

Orca!Merman!Connor Kenway x Reader A mini series. (The semi-finale)

CW: Storm, drowning

Dedication: Everybody thank @ramshackledtrickster who we all love very much for their art and amazing au!

Word count: 1.1K

When you finally made it to the dock the sky had gone dark, the stars in full view as you stepped out the back of the truck. You took a deep breath of the fresh air and rolled your neck while you stretched. If you felt like this you couldn’t imagine how Connor felt in that tank. Faulkner’s crew pulled said tank out with their machinery and got it latched onto the ship, securing it before you came aboard. Desmond parted ways here, hugging you and forcing you to promise you’d be back safe and sound after seeing this through. 

You stood next to the tank as the ship left dock, fingers drumming against the glass which seemed to attract the merman’s attention. His fist knocking so that you’d turn towards him, and when you did you saw him in a way you never had before. Sure he had smiled, grinned and laughed in your company but nothing like this. It was like everything from the past few months was nothing but a fantasy. Like his nightmare was finally over, there was a light in his eyes that you hadn’t even realised had been missing but now that it was there? You never wanted to see him without it again.

“Nearly there, big boy” you said with your own matching smile, your words had his eyes narrowed and his brow raised before he rolled your eyes at your teasing. As the ship made it to open waters, your head turned up to the dark sky and Ratonhnhake:ton rolled himself over in the water so that he was facing the stars too. You spent some time telling him about the constellations and in return he whispered about his own people’s belief, and all the stories he had about his time under the stars.

Ratonhnhake:ton seemed restless in the tank, you had tried to get him to speak to you but his answers were only glares and banging on the glass.

“We won’t be near for a few days!” you had told him, trying to explain that you were still miles away from where his homestead was. That the village wasn’t any closer, and that you were still too far out for him to be able to find his way.

This answer seemed to only anger him, his tail flicking and smacking against the sides. You were sure he was snarling and making those popping sounds you’d only heard him do when the director had been around. 

At one point his frustration had gotten you annoyed, you understood. He was restless, he wanted to be home but you wanted him safe. Why wouldn’t he just calm down a bit? It wouldn’t be long and you could let him out, he could swim back and you wouldn’t know where the village is. As was part of your agreement.

A few days later, you were talking to him again and noticed that his eyes weren’t on you. He was looking past you, staring at something in the difference. His hands clawing at the glass and his tail twitching as his nose wrinkled.

You turned around to see what he was looking at, your stomach sinking as you finally realised why he was so on edge. Darkened clouds rolling closer and rough waves entered your vision before you looked back at Ratonhnhake:ton “We need to get you out the tank”

It took mere seconds for the rain to pelt down onto the ship, the crew working to keep steady but you were far more focused on getting the tank opened. The glass had already started to shake and Connor was getting more and more panicked as he slammed his hands against the sides. “Stop slamming! You’ll make it worse” but he couldn’t hear you over the sound of the wind and rain.

The Orca just wasn’t listening as you tried to pull the latches but the rain had made them extra slippery and it took more time than you wanted for you to pull the lid open, sliding it off until it crashed the other side. The boat tipped causing you to hold onto the tank, and as it tipped the water soaked your clothes, Ratonhnhake:ton spilled out with it until he was on the deck. The boat righted itself for a moment but still rocked and for a moment he stayed there until you were next to him on your knees, hands pushing against his hip and bicep as you tried to get him to move.

“Go! Go!” he could barely hear your shouts over the storm but the look in your eyes and how hard you were trying to move him told Connor all he needed to know. He managed to roll himself over and started using his hands to try and get closer to the edge of the boat, using anything he could to pull himself but it was difficult to do with the boat rocking. 

When it tipped again he managed to grab hold of the railings and pull himself over, you latched onto something close, your hands curling around the rope as you watched his black and white tail go overboard. Then his head popped back up as he waved his hand for you to come over to him, you would have. You should have. 

But instead you shook your head, you just couldn’t. His eyes seemed sad now. Connor gave you a single nod before he was back beneath the waves, and you stood up slowly. Carefully begin to make your way beneath the deck, to the safety and sanctity of the inside.

You cried out as the boat tipped. Gasping as the railings hit your stomach, knocking any breath in your lungs out of you as you fell over the slippery metal. Your hands tried to grip and hold on before the battering of the rain and the water on your hands meant you found no perch.

People had already gotten below deck or managed to find something to hold on. None of them near you which meant you slipped beneath the violent waves with no hope.

Your eyelids felt heavier and heavier as you sunk, your body like led even as your mind screamed at you to move. To swim upwards and get your head above the wave. You just couldn’t do it. Then your eyelids were too heavy, your internal monologue screaming at you to not close them.

There was surely water in your lungs by now. You certainly felt like there was some in your mouth. That horrible tang of saltwater, the pressure of the ocean pushing you further down. 

The world seemed to fade around you, mind still screaming at you and blood rushing past your ears, managing to drown out the sounds of the tempest above. It was so peaceful beneath the waves, the violence of the storm having no effect on what lay below.

With your consciousness slipping away, you were sure the feeling of something wrapping around your waist and holding your head into something hard was your imagination.

Perhaps death’s cold and final embrace.

[nortyourself]

Dissonance

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or: if Erik won't give us a fucked up monster Blake BA, I'll do it myself

cw for extremely dubious consent, unsafe sex, and unhealthy dynamics

If that makes you uncomfortable, this fic is not for you.

This was written as part of the Oops! All Yanderes collab with Skyside! Everyone involved is so crazy talented - please go show their pieces some love ^^

Read the full fic on Ao3

THIS FIC IS 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Upon first waking, the thing that used to be Blake didn’t remember much. Cold, dark water. Distant drums. Something small drowned in overwhelming power; a geyser poured into an ill-fitting shell. Its core was bloated - magic swelling and arcing across its threads like a circuit overloaded, threatening to snap under its current.

 Its thoughts - toomanytooloud toocrowdedtoomuch - raced like a swarm, too fast to be pinned in any one direction. Something within it knew where it was, absently, and that it had been here before, but the details were fuzzy. Impossible to grasp. The noise in its head had the world blurring out of focus as it reeled. Everything was buzzing; buzzing thoughts, buzzing lights overhead, a buzzing within its body.

Buzzing … 

Something was buzzing. 

Hands controlled by too many inputs found their way to a pocket; pulled a strange object from within it which buzzed in tandem with its vibration as light illuminated one side. Letters on the… screen , it recalled, a red and green circle beneath them. 

Something small within the former Seer - buried deep within its mind - ignited with recognition. It clawed for purchase; dragged itself forward by sheer will alone, and the hive within its body - still disoriented, parted in its wake - if only for now. 

The buzzing in its hand stopped. The thing that used to be Blake stared at the missed call — 5 of them, it realized. It stared at the name as images and memories and sensations found their way to the surface of its mind - Thoughts of laughter, of fond touches lingering just too long, of hot, shuddering breaths and skin against skin skimmed across the surface. The horde of ravenous minds drank the memories down - stored them away, shredded them to pieces, gorged themselves on the emotions; the first new sensation they’d had in millennia. It felt like being drained dry and filled to bursting all at once, yet the root of the thoughts remained. Longing.

Hunger.

The thing in Blake’s body began to walk. It knew where to go.

Continued on Ao3

[black-arcana]

HALESTORM Announces 'Darkness Always Wins', First Single From Upcoming Sixth Album

HALESTORM will release a new single, "Darkness Always Wins", on Tuesday, April 22. The track which was helmed by acclaimed Grammy-winning producer Dave Cobb, will appear on the band's upcoming sixth studio album, due later in the year via Atlantic.

In a social media post, HALESTORM guitarist Joe Hottinger wrote about "Darkness Always Wins": "We wrote this down in Savannah, GA. It was the first song we wrote for what became the album. It was like a test session… we went down there to see how it was working with Dave Cobb. Wrote and recorded this in two days at his then new studio. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship that turned into a beautiful album.

"Can't wait for everyone to hear what we've been up to."

Joe also shared a photo of HALESTORM frontwoman Lzzy Hale "at that first session on Dave's old piano that we used on the track."

In a recent interview with Cutter's Rockcast, Lzzy spoke about HALESTORM's songwriting and recording sessions with Cobb, known for his previous collaborations with the likes of Sammy Hagar, Slash, GRETA VAN FLEET and RIVAL SONS. Asked if the band's follow-up to 2022's "Back From The Dead" album was "done", Lzzy said: "Yes. Literally we're getting mixes back as we speak."

Regarding the musical direction of the new HALESTORM material, Lzzy said: "It's really hard to describe this one. We did the record with Dave Cobb, which is a new producer for us. His ADHD mixed very well with our ADHD. But we didn't do it traditionally the way we always do these albums. First day, we walked in and I always have, like, whatever, a ton of half-written songs or full-written songs, or, 'Here's a riff or whatever' — you come in with your bag of tricks. And Dave Cobb says, 'Oh, we're not gonna do any of that.' And I'm, like, 'What do you mean?' He's, like, 'We're not doing demos. I hate demos. What we're gonna do is we're gonna start and we're gonna write, and as we're writing, we're recording at the same time.' So that's what we did. The first day we actually ended up writing our first single that'll be coming out soon. But, yeah, we started, like, 'Okay, who's got a line?' 'Oh, I have this that I thought of yesterday.' 'Cool. That'll work. Let's go.' Set up the drums, set up the guitar, here's the vocals. And so we would be recording while we were writing it, and then we would get done and we would move on to the next day. And so there are songs that don't even have a click track to them or a guide because we forgot."

Lzzy continued: "There's so many different elements of songs that we used to write when we were kids, but, obviously, as adults — a lot of that feeling. It was kind of an emotional rollercoaster. There's also, I think, some of the heaviest songs we've ever written on there, some really beautiful mid-tempos. A lot of personalities that I've always wanted to kind of put on a record, but I never really had the freedom or time to, because usually when we do a HALESTORM record, it's, like, 'Okay, we have to have all the songs picked. We have to have them rehearsed.' We go in and kind of do it like an assembly line. Like, 'Okay, you do the bass, do the drums, do the guitar, do the vocals, and we're good.' So there's no time to really like sit with things before they're, like, 'Okay, we've already decided we're gonna do that.' And so the freedom and kind of the nerve-racking kind of element of the fact that there wasn't really a plan ended up being the special sauce on this album, because we were just chasing everything that got us excited. And if it wasn't a 'hell yeah', it was a 'hell no'. So there's nothing on there on this album that we don't feel complete ownership over. There's nothing on this album that anybody forced us to do. There's nothing on this album that isn't part of our personalities."

Elaborating on why the new HALESTORM album feels like it is a return to the band's roots in a way, Lzzy said: "My bass player said it yesterday. He's, like, 'It's kind of like this long road to the beginning,' 'cause all of the guys at one point in time said this really feels like we're back in our parents' basement again and we're hustling and we're trying to figure out how to write songs on the radio. But we have all this knowledge now. So everything ended up coming together so incredibly well. But it was almost like the reverse, that the music was telling us what to do and not us trying to like shoehorn anything in.

"I'm telling you, man, — it is the most HALESTORM record we've ever done," Lzzy added. "It is the first time in the 20 years we've been on Atlantic Records that we have not felt lorded over in regarding to making records, because usually it's time crunch. Somebody's always there being, like, 'Oh, we can't do that.' 'Oh, you probably shouldn't say that.' 'What about this thing?' And that kind of thing. So it usually becomes like a project, like a group project.

"We didn't do it in Nashville — we did it in Savannah, Georgia, locked in a house in the middle of nowhere, next to a river," Hale revealed. "The guys and I would wake up like around 11:30 a.m., we would start recording and we wouldn't stop until 4:00 a.m. And then we would annoy the hell out of the engineer who was trying to sleep with playing on the proper keyboard and coming up with weird stuff. But we were unsupervised in the best way, and it was all about, who are we now? Who were we then? This is our story. For me, when I listen to this album, it's my personal opus — all the things that I've gone through in my life, both dark and not. There's more questions than answers. It's not just me giving myself a pep talk, like 'I'm the fire', 'I'm back from the dead.' It's like I'm dealing with a lot of my reality and a lot of the reality of the world in my own way. And then it's also our story as a band, and you can really hear it in the music and in the lyrics. So I'm so excited for people to hear it. And it's to the point where it's, like, I don't even really care if anybody likes it because all four of us are, like, 'This is our favorite album we've ever done.'"

Earlier this year, Lzzy and Joe completed "Halestorm's Lzzy And Joe: The Living Room Sessions" tour featuring the duo performing acoustic, stripped down versions of HALESTORM favorites and the music that inspired the band.

Cobb has shared in nine Grammy wins, including four for "Best Americana Album" and three for "Best Country Album". He's also been named "Producer Of The Year" by the Country Music Awards, the Americana Music Association (twice) and the Music Row Awards, and has been a Grammy nominee in the category.

Last summer HALESTORM and I PREVAIL completed a co-headlining tour. Produced by Live Nation, the trek was also the catalyst and the creative spark for HALESTORM and I PREVAIL's collaborative track "Can U See Me In The Dark?", which was released last June.

"Back From The Dead" has tallied over 100 million streams worldwide. Rolling Stone called the title track "a biting but cathartic howler about overcoming all obstacles," and that song as well as "The Steeple" marked their fifth and sixth number ones at rock radio, respectively. Associated Press said the album "will definitely be in the running for best hard rock/metal album of the year." Their previous album, "Vicious", earned the band their second Grammy nomination, for "Best Hard Rock Performance" for the song "Uncomfortable", the band's fourth #1 at rock radio, and led Loudwire to name HALESTORM "Rock Artist Of The Decade" in 2019.

Fronted by Lzzy with drummer Arejay Hale, Hottinger and bass player Josh Smith, HALESTORM's music has earned multiple platinum and gold certifications from the RIAA, and the band has earned a reputation as a powerful live music force, headlining sold-out shows and topping festival bills around the world, and sharing the stage with icons including HEAVEN & HELL, Alice Cooper, Joan Jett and JUDAS PRIEST. Additionally, Lzzy was named the first female brand ambassador for Gibson and served as host of AXS TV's "A Year In Music".

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober 2024 | Day 7 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist

SAVE US BOTH

AI-less Whumptober: Field medicine, running out of supplies, “Hold on, we’re going to have to improvise.”

Whumptober: ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES | Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | "It's us or them."

Content: war setting, blood/wounds, death/dying motifs

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Caretaker let the green of the magical forcefield spread all down their skin like dripping bright green honey made of pure light. They’d be very visible. But that’s okay. Because they’d be safe.

Because what they were about to do was so immensely stupid. But it was necessary, it was so, so necessary. Their heart beat like a drum in their chest. Their nerves were shot through.

They took a deep breath. 

No turning back.

Whumpee needs them.

Then they ran.

Run.

Run. Run run run RUN RUN RUN RUN RUNRUNRUNRURNRUNRUN–

Explosions surrounded them, gunshots CRACK CRACK CRACK BOOMMMMM bright light explosions unsteady ground rumble rumble rumble SHAKE SHAKE BOOOOMMMM.

Their body flew through the air. They SLAM into the packed earth and slick, scratchy grass. Dizzy, dizzy, terrifying, shaking. Where was up or down, where was gravity?

Wait. Slick grass?

Slick?

Caretaker paled as they held up their arm. Then paled. The world shook.

Blood.

Who’s blood?

Who’s blood was this? Was it their own? Who bled here, who died here–?

Doesn’t matter keep moving. Get to Whumpee.

They felt the green glow of their magical shield spread around them once more, bathing the ruby-red marring their skin into a nasty dark black.

Their breath shuddered. Energy drained from their muscles into the brilliant jade.

Their feet pounded against the uneven earth, over loose dirt and pot-holes torn out by haphazard grenades, flying through the grass as bullets whizzed past their ears and plinked off the brilliant sparkling green.

To Whumpee.

Lying barely shaking and fatally wounded in the grass. 

Caretaker dove over them and crashed into the ground hard, bitlets of dirt pelting their face, grinding between their teeth, penetrating into their eyes and blinding them.

They pushed up and clawed at the mewling Whumpee, and Whumpee seized in terror, but Caretaker didn’t stop other than to scream “Whumpee, help me!” over the roaring gunshots and agonized voices shouting orders and pleading for mercy as they spread their jade forcefield over both their entire bodies.

Ba-bump.

Fatigue slammed into their chest like a freight train. They kept going.

Forcefield stuttered.

They barely managed to drag the catatonic Whumpee through the tall blood-shining grass and behind a rock that barely covered them both before the forcefield spluttered and faltered it’s last dying, shaking tendrils of protection before winking out of existence. But they were safe.

BOOOMMMMMM. Gunshots, PLAT PLAT PLAT, screaming, crying, shouting orders, footsteps running, rustling grass and dirt raining from the heavens.

Mostly.

Be-bump, ba-bump.

The world winked out of existence for just a second. Their vision blurred, pressure grasped their head on their head like an unyielding metal claw, metallic wires shooting through the top of their mouth and they couldn’t catch their breath. 

So tired. Running out of time.

Save Whumpee.

“WHUMPEE!!” they cried, screaming with all their might in Whumpee’s face. Their eyes barely opened.

Their jacket and shirt were practically ripped to shred, their body showcasing the finest of shrapnel bathed in the slick red liquid of life.

It was a wonder they were still alive. Caretaker nearly collapsed in relief. 

“Whumpee! I’m here to save you!” they shouted. So warped, they could barely hear themself, it was as if everything was underwater.

Whumpee said something back. Dazed, quiet.

“WHAT?!”

Whumpee clenched their teeth, and only then did Caretaker realize they there were teartracks running down their blood- and dirt-stained face.

“I’M NOT GONNA MAKE IT!! SAVE YOURSELF!!”

A desperate attempt to push Caretaker off. Caretaker barely even had to fight to keep both of them safely behind the rock.

BOOOOM!!

“I’m NOT LEAVING YOU TO DIE!!”

They scrambled through their medic box. Wrapped bandages where they could, taking the blood-soaked ones away, applying slave, new bandages, how were these bandages already soiled with blood?? So much blood too much blood, they were losing too much blood, more blood, more salve, more bandages, JUST STAY ALIVE–

Out. 

They didn’t have enough. 

They tried to stop the bleeding with what little magic they could muster, the light green tendrils snaking up and down Whumpee’s body and seeping into their wounds. They winced. They shook. 

The blackness encroached Caretaker, threatening to swallow them whole

Their brilliance faded. 

Not enough.

Not nearly enough.

No.

No. NO NO NO NO SHIT FUCK SHIT THEY NEEDED TO MAKE IT OUT OF THIS–

Idea.

A terrible, horrible, batshit insane idea that would get them both killed.

But they were both dead anyway.

Whumpee could get them out. They were stronger, they were the soldier. Caretaker was just a medic. 

A medic with magic.

Whumpee could save them both.

“WHUMPEE!!” Caretaker screamed. Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open again. They cringed and curled in on themself, around the new blood-soaked bandages and the healing salve and the shrapned invading their chest.

Tears ran down their face. They cried in earnest now as they stared up into Caretaker’s fiercely caring, pleading eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” They screamed, shoving their face into Caretaker's chest so they didn’t have to witness their twisted face of death. 

Maybe caretaker wouldn’t have to watch the light leave their eyes when they died. Whumpee could see the light beckoning them now–

“NO!!” Caretaker screeched, clutching Whumpee’s head to their chest even further, fisting thw hair in the tightest embrace, holding them like they would never hold each other again. 

Because honestly? Who knew if they ever would?

“I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY! PICK UP WHERE I’M LEAVING OFF!!” They cried into Whumpee’s hair.

“SAVE US BOTH!!”

The battlefield glowed green as Caretaker unleashed every ounce of magic they ever could have stored in their body into Whumpee, green tentacles of the most brilliant lime and jade and forest and honeydew spread and writhed across the entire battlefield, before arcing up into a single point and diving straight down from whence they came.

Whumpee’s skin, their clothes, their very being glowed brighter than Caretaker could have ever seen, pushing back the blackness for just a moment as they shook and spasmed in Caretaker’s arms.

Then the black won over. 

Caretaker went limp.

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[dustedmagazine]

FACS — Wish Defense (Trouble in Mind)

FACS lurches and spasms, finding an irregular way forward amid clanging, pick-clawed bass notes and guitar harmonics that ping against the void. Words come in bursts, then subside into quiet, a hollowed out, discontinuous poetry. This is the Chicago punk band’s sixth full-length album and first since original guitarist Jonathan von Herik returned to play bass, replacing erstwhile bass player Aliana Kalaba, and it is desolate, powerful stuff.

It begins in clanking dissonance as von Herik lays in slithering menace while drummer Noah Leger’s beat alternatingly bunches and elongates, like a slinky coiling down the stares. Brian Case, as always, finds space in the echo-laced mix, letting the white space between phrases stretch to abyss-like lacunae. “Love…this weapon is absolute…the safety of custom…and history…you can’t refuse.” Periodically the guitar turns lighter and more lyrical, providing a lift in the music that’s like light streaming in through the skylight of a dark place. But overall, the vibe is dank and glowering, alienated and inscrutable.

There is often quite a lot of negative space in FACS’ impacted, complicated grooves, but “Ordinary Voices” starts uncharacteristically in a blurring firehose of tone. Guitar notes bleed into each other in radiating bursts, while sticks on cymbals slur and slash in continual agitation. The song resolves, as FACS cuts often do, in a slouching ritual beat, the drums making a slow heartbeat rhythm, bum-ba-dum, bum-ba-dum. The music pulses and seethes, finding a doom-y propulsion.  

Case says that Wish Defense is concerned with the duality of man—the disconnect between the way we are and the way we’re perceived—and the title track puts this thesis forward most directly. “Enter the mirror / Double walker / An intimate / Wish defense / Is it real? / You beside me / The detail / Terrifying / Abject self / Your grief / A public / Performance,” he chants, against a lumbering riff that pulls up short, like the light just turned to red. And then, more agitatedly, he shouts, “I’m not here” and “Are you real?” repeatedly, in a frenzy of existential inquiry. Musically, too, the song butts and rears against invisible constraints; it’s not comfortable with itself. No, this is a desperate dance self-preservation, limned in bass and guitar and drums, boxy like the Ex or certain iterations of the band E.

You may have heard that FACS was the last band to record with Steve Albini, and this album captures their prickly agitation with remarkable clarity. After Albini passed away, between recording sessions, they finished with John Congleton, and if there’s a difference between the sound and aura of the two sets of tracks, I, personally, am unable to hear it.  

What I do hear, however, is a precise and focused form of musical anarchy, an assault that is tightly disciplined but unfettered by guardrails. FACS has been a monster band for a while. Wish Defense may be their best so far.

Jennifer Kelly

[noemilivv]

WHATS GOOD MIO!!! I am now here with my request 😎 if you need more information about this request feel free to DM me! anyways….

Now, May I request Lucifer Morningstar with a GN!Reader whos a Gyaru(O)? Just to explain the lore of Gyaru, If you know, Gyaru originated in Japan in the 90’s as a rebellion against the stereotypical beauty standard of having pale skin and dark hair, these gyarus — Gals or perhaps, Guys — were very flashy and outgoing, now other people except Japanese people wear Gyaru(o) and they are usually called “Gaijin Gyaru(O)” and it means a gyaru who doesn’t reside in Japan, Gyaru(O) has many sub-styles such as Hime, Agejo, Rokku, Manba/Banba, and much more from this wikipedia.

Thank you so much! I hope this isn’t too much and have fun! =)

WHATS GOOD BRAAAHH !?

this concept is crazy cool haha!! i really tried to do my proper research but if this is considered offensive in anyway shape or form, please tell me and i will either rewrite it or take it down!!

also i’m so sorry this took so long jax haha, i was bit nervous going into this because this is something i’m not that educated about, and i have definitely been procrastinating requests lately lol, so my deepest apologies!!

from what i gathered, gyaru seems to be a japanese clothing/makeup style with a bunch of variety and levels, but if i’m wrong please correct me haha

also the gif is from one of my moots so, little shoutout to her !! haha

Warrnings: Possibily inaccurate representation of Gyaru

Lucifer Morningstar x GN!Gyaru!Reader

Lucifer didn’t really know what ‘Gyaru’ was until he met, or started dating, you!

“Oh, yeah, I’m really into Gyaru.” You said to the blonde at the other side of the table whilst on your first date, you were trying to ask questions to get to know eachother, and you asked what he was interested in, and he said rubber ducks, which hey, everyone’s got a weird thing their into, so you don’t judge.

“Oh my golly, I love that band, we have so much in common, we really need to go see them!! With that one Gearoo guy on the drums who just ba-da-duh-bey!—” Lucifer rambled, even though he was very far off, he was just trying to have common interests, and on that note; he pronounced ‘Gyaru’ so wrong…

“Oh, their not a ba—” You began, before Lucifer let out a ‘Ohh’ before beginning again.

“Gee, that’s my bad, I have a bit of an old man brain, with a daughter at home and all, her and her little friends! Heheh! Sometimes I just go coo-coo-coo! Sorry, wow, I’m just crazy..” Lucifer rambled once more, his voice trailing off at the end, as if he had an epiphany, giving an awkward, and slightly cheery chuckle, slapping his knee softly, before making awkward eye contact with you with a nervous but toothy grin. Yep, you loved him already. He has zero idea how you still gave him a chance after that.

Once Luci actually learns what Gyaru is, he genuinely does find it quite interesting.

He would be tempted to try it out, maybe a makeup look or a fit, but nothing too extreme, he’s still dipping his toes in haha

Also, he’s incredibly supportive, he loves admiring you as you get ready and pick out something to wear or do your makeup or whatever and however you get ready!!

If he has a meeting, he will definitely have you style him a sick looking outfit!!

Overall, he’s very supportive, the fact that your supportive of his odd duck obsession, he loves, so he owes it to ya :)

[boingfessions]

HAPPY OINGO BOINGO DAY EVERYNYAN!!!

I hope everyone has a great time today! Surely more than one person asked themselves a question: What the HELL is Oingo Boingo? Well, the name itself is complete absurdity! But what makes Oingo Boingo Oingo Boingo? Find out in this post under cut!

Our beloved crazy ginger man! Daniel Robert Elfman is an American film composer, singer, songwriter, and musician. Delusional, orange af, joker-like, face with a combination of slasher smile and Kubrick stare, perhaps even had prolonged non-fatal rabies in his time in Oingo Boingo that was only recently cured when the band broke, but unfortunately (or not) returned in recent years. Now his entire body is covered in tattoos and his hair is straight now because of dyeing it to hide his gray hair, ergo his old age. The truth is that he is actually a skeleton disguised as Danny Elfman to pass himself off as living human so that the Grim Reaper don't come after him, but SHHHH!!! I did not tell you anything!

Danny Elfman (lead vocals, rhythm guitar)

Steve Bartek (lead guitar, rhythm vocals)

Fluffy tall boy <3. Steve Bartek is an American guitarist, film composer, conductor, and orchestrator. Elfman's right-hand man and the one he trusts with his skeletons in his closet, oh and his film compositions too of course! One of the few members of the band who was not consumed by it and therefore did not become a feral creature in the process. He plays little guitars because he's a big man, y'know! He usually wore ridiculously short ties along with baggy t-shirts. His guitar solos drove Danny so crazy that he was spinning around and caused him to have back pain to this day, so you know how to blame. Nowadays unfortunately his beautiful dark curls have become gray, but luckily he now looks like an adorable grandpa now! (just like the others)

Kerry Hatch (bass guitar, backing vocals)

A marvelous human being! Kerry Hatch is an American musician... and that's it. Walking diva and Zoolander wannabe, this lad was the band's bassist until 1984, when he decided to join the band "Zuma II" (what the HELL is that band? I have no idea!). A pretty lad who likes to be handsome and play bass guitars that don't even look like bass guitars, I don't know what else I could say about him! Maybe he thought the band wasn't good enough for him and decided to leave to pursue something better, but that's just a guess... if you can consider a landscaping business better!

Richard "Ribbs" Gibbs (keyboards, backing vocals)

Mister mistery~ Richard Gibbs is an American film composer and music producer. Like Kerry, he left the band in 1984 to join Zuma II, and to be honest I don't know what what that band had to make not one but TWO members of Oingo Boingo (the best band in the entire galaxy and even the sixth dimension) have left to be in that band. Anywho, all I have to say about him is that he did well in life, being a composer like Danny and that's it.

Johnny "Vatos" Hernández (drums, percussion)

THIS IS JOHNNY VATOS FROM OINGO BOINGO MAN!!!! He is a drummer with crazy hairstyles who likes to dum ba dum through life. Almost as crazy as Danny was, he stayed loyal to the band even after they broke up (yes, he was in another band called Food for Feet, but I don't give a DAMN!) Years after the band broke up he managed to reunite about four former members and form "Oingo Boingo Former Members", made up of him, Steve Bartek, John Avila, Carl Graves and Sam "Sluggo" Phipps, in addition to new members. Idk about you, but I would like to have him as my grandpa!

Sam "Sluggo" Phipps (saxophone, backing vocals)

Leon Schneiderman (saxophone, backing vocals)

Slam Bam "Sluggo" Phipps is an American saxophone player known for his signature bright, expressive smiles, where he shows off all his teeth and can light up an entire room. The tallest guy in the band and the one who likes to show off his instrument the most, rising it high in the air when attention is focused on him. Well, maybe not so much, but you understand what I mean! Maybe he can be too expressive and noisy, but we still love him ❤️

Dale Turner (trumpet, backing vocals)

Do you remember when I said that Sluggo had the brightest smile in the world? Well, I lied! That one goes to our dear Leon Schneiderman, the other saxophonist in the band. He could do anything in the whole world, even his own instruments! Being a childhood friend of Danny's, it can be said that he has been in the band every moment since it started, even longer than Danny himself! Don't you love him and his smiles?

John Avila (bass guitar, backing vocals)

Our beloved grandpa-mom. He is an American trumpet player who entered The Mystic Knights after they let him audition after seeing him practice in secret. He makes sure to keep an eye on the other guys in the band and can (if he hasn't already) spank them to make them behave (except for Sluggo; NOBODY spanks Sluggo). Even if he is the shortest member of the band along with John Avila, that doesn't make him any less authoritative, being around ten years older than the rest of the band. He is silent like a mouse and has never been heard to speak, perhaps because he is reserved or has nothing to say. He left the band and is currently enjoying his life privately, and I really hope he's okay!

HE IS MY BABY, MY CUTIE PIE, MY PUPPY, MY LOVE, MY LIFE, THE BEST BOY IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!!!!!!!! RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahem, sorry about that... John Avila is an American bassist and music producer. A literal human puppy and the shortest member of the band. He looks like you could pick him up in your arms and cradle him like a baby... Sorry, I'm off topic again! What do you want me to do? He's simply adorable! (At least for me). Anywho, Although he appears in the Gratitude MV, it was not until 6 months after the release of the album So-Lo that he joined the band along with Michael Bacich, being the new bassist and keyboardist respectively. He is usually hyperactive and you can see him at concerts jumping, spinning and playing his bass like a pro. The strange thing is that, even though the years go by and he obviously ages, he still seems to be the same mischievous and playful puppy-like guy... Okay, sorry again!

Michael Bacich (keyboards, backing vocals)

Quiet nerdy boy. He's was the keyboardist of the band since 1985 until 1988. Yes, he didn't stay for a long time, but his presence in the band is still important as he was present in the band's best era (Dead Man's Party). He looks like the typical nerd who would say "actually☝️🤓" and give you information that you didn't even ask for but still decided to give you to expand your zero knowledge. He also looks kinda shy and like someone who Danny would bully if the band were in a cliché teen movie. Like Dale, he decided to move on with his life after leaving the band, which it's okay after all.

I ran out of space for more images! Don't worry, I'll reblog this post right away talking about the rest of the band (which are only two members but still!). Thank you very much for reading this far and HAPPY BOINGO DAY TO ALL OF YOU AGAIN!!!

[theobs3ssivepuppeteer]

Chapter 1 of a new fic is out! Small excerpt below the cut!

“Oh, my! You look lonely, little girl. Where are all your friends?”

Cassidy looked up at the lilting, cheerful voice sounding next to her. Some golden-yellow rabbit animatronic was standing by the table Cassidy was sitting at. They were leaning against the table in a strangely human-looking manner, smiling at the girl in a friendly manner. She tensed slightly, a little annoyed that she’d been so easily noticed.

She’d been playing with her friends after her parents dropped her off at Freddy’s for Gabriel’s birthday party. It had gone well at first, been fun, but Jeremy, Fritz, Gabriel, and Susie had each slowly disappeared over the course of the day. Susie had gone first. Cassidy and the others had assumed that she’d gotten distracted, wandered off, and would be back soon. Fritz disappeared next, and Cassidy had been a little concerned, but again, they hadn’t thought much of it.

Then Gabriel vanished, and Cassidy started to suspect things, because this was his birthday party, so why would he wander off? When Jeremy finally disappeared and left Cassidy alone, she’d realized that something was up.

They must’ve ditched me, she thought angrily. Jerks.

She wasn’t sad about it, though. She was angry, sure, but she refused to be sad. She’d been ignored enough to be numb to it at this point. She should’ve been numb to it. But it still felt like her friends had driven a red-hot knife into her heart, the blade twisting inside her every time she thought about it. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, and she angrily wiped them away. She wasn’t a baby.

She looked back up at the rabbit and shrugged. Their fingers tapped on the table as they waited for her to speak, drumming in a hypnotic rhythm that felt like it would put her to sleep if she listened for too long.

“I don’t know,” Cassidy huffed after a few moments of silence, “They all must’ve ditched me or something.” 

Cassidy rested her chin on her hand angrily, looking back down at the table. She knew that adding “or something” was just her way of idiotically hoping that they hadn’t all conspired against her. From the corner of her eye, she saw the rabbit cock their head slightly.

“Aw,” said the animatronic cheerfully, “Why’d they ditch you? You seem so sweet.”

Cassidy looked up at the animatronic and narrowed her eyes slightly. She let the tension in her body leave, however, as she realized that the words hadn’t been a jab at her angry personality. 

She looked away again. Her face reddened a little as she struggled to find a response.

“Y’know, I think I saw your friends earlier,” the animatronic continued before Cassidy could reply. She looked back up at them, blinking surprisedly.

“I brought them into the back room to give them a little surprise. I didn’t know they were with you, poor thing… here, why don’t you come with me, and I’ll take you to them?”

Cassidy hesitated for a moment, looking down at the animatronic’s hand as it was offered out to her. She met their gaze for a moment, noting the unreadable glint in their eye. After a few moments of hesitation, she reluctantly agreed, taking the animatronic’s hand and allowing them to lead her towards a door that had a sign reading “Staff Only” above it.

A trap it was a trap he was going to kill her she was going to die-!

“I really wasn’t lying earlier, y’know,” said the man in the rabbit costume. He’d taken it off now, revealing himself as not an animatronic at all, but some sick bastard dressed up in a strange suit. Cassidy backed away as the man walked towards her. She glanced around, and her gaze lingered for a little too long on the sight to her left.

Every last one of her friends was unconscious against the wall. Jeremy had a dark bruise on his cheek as if he’d either been knocked unconscious or had tried to fight back. Cassidy assumed it was the latter, since none of the others seemed harmed in the slightest.

She looked back at the man as he smiled a sinister smile and continued to speak.

“I really didn’t know you were with them. You’re so forgettable that it just slipped my mind.”

Cassidy refused to feel hurt by that comment. She wasn’t going to let this psychopath get under her skin. She took another step back as the man continued approaching, each footstep seeming to reverberate in her mind as he drew closer.

Cassidy had always considered herself brave. She could sit through scary movies without covering her eyes (most of the time), and she could fight back when somebody tried to do mean things to her (she didn’t win very often, but that was beside the point). Cassidy was brave. She was strong. She didn’t run away like a coward every time something went wrong.

All of that only made her feel more spineless as she suddenly ducked past the man and tried to run out the door. She didn’t think about the fact that she would be leaving her friends to their possible deaths, or the idea that she was such a coward that she just left her friends to die without thinking twice. She didn’t think about anything except for getting away.

The man turned around with a furious snarl. He lunged and grabbed Cassidy by the ankle, sending her crashing to the floor. She grunted in pain as she slammed her chin against the ground, but she didn’t have time to moan and curl up in pain like a coward. She kicked at the man’s face. When his grip loosened, Cassidy scrambled to her feet and ran. She ran like her life depended on it (which it kind of did).

She was almost there. The door handle was in range of her grasp now. She reached out, running full speed towards the door as she expected it to open for her and allow her her freedom.

That was not what happened. Instead, she ended up running face-first into the locked door. Her nose erupted in a starburst of pain, and the force of her momentum sent her sprawling back onto the floor. Cassidy brought her hands up to her nose, tears of pain pricking at the corners of her eyes.

She slowly sat up, groaning softly in pain as she kept her hands pressed to her nose. A rough hand suddenly grabbed her wrists tightly, pulling them away from her nose. Cassidy yelped fearfully and tried to yank herself away. The man didn’t react beyond an annoyed grunt of effort. He suddenly pressed something over her mouth and nose, holding it there firmly even as Cassidy thrashed and struggled, yelling muffledly. It had a sickeningly sweet smell, and Cassidy started to feel dizzy and nauseous as she breathed in the scent. There wasn’t enough air in her lungs, there wasn’t enough air anywhere, she felt like she was suffocating!

Cassidy’s struggles grew weaker as she started to feel drowsy. Her eyelids drooped and began to close against her will, and her screaming stopped. She gave a few more weak jerks before darkness rushed in around her, and the sweet smell was all that existed for a moment before it disappeared as well.

[alrighties]

WHEN EVERYTHING FEELS LIKE THE MOVIES,

📹 : RED CREEK PRESENTS ... # ALRIGHTIES. featuring : foster dasgupta ... a mercurial documentarian using his camera to capture intimacy he can't quite feel, haunted by a melancholy he puts to film but never truly reconciles.

 YEAH, YOU BLEED JUST TO KNOW YOU'RE ALIVE.

more information under the cut.

📹   ︰   BASIC.

name:   foster   arjun   dasgupta.    nicknames:     foz, goop.    date    of    birth:   february    14th    1997.    age:     twenty7.    gender:     cis   man.    sexuality:   bisexual.    place    of    birth:   detroit,   michigan.    place    of    birth:   red   creek,   michigan.    parents:   roy   and   cecilia   dasgupta,   both   murdered   during   a   home   invasion   in   2005.    education:   university    of    southern    california,   ba    in    cinematic    arts   :    film  and    television    production.   american    film    institute    conservatory,   mfa    in  cinematography.   occupation:   manager   @   tba video store,   freelance   videographer,   amateur   filmmaker.

📹 ︰ PHYSICAL.

hair:   dark   brown naturally,   medium-length bottle blonde at the moment. eyes:    deep-set   and   hooded,   with   a   thoughtful,   slightly   distant   gaze.   dark   brown,   warm   and   steady,   contrasting   subtly   with   his   tanned   skin. height   &   build:   six   foot,   one   inch   tall.   lean,   with   toned   arms   and   a   wiry   build. dominant   hand:    right. clothing   style: a   mix   of   oversized   hoodies,   thrifted   band   tees,   flannels,   and   loose-fit   jeans,   sometimes   slightly   cuffed.   tends   toward   darker   colors— charcoal,   forest   green,   navy— with   occasional   pops   of   deep   red   or   maroon.   worn-in   converse   sneakers   or   old   combat   boots   complete   the   look,   and   almost   always   seen   with   a   canvas   backpack   slung   over   one   shoulder for filming equipment. prominent   features:    piercing,   contemplative   gaze,   slightly   crooked   smile,   and   a   dimple   on   his   right   cheek, a laceration scar from upper left arm and a puncture scar of his left palm. 

📹 ︰ PSYCHE.

mbti:    entp   —   the   debater. enneagram:    8w7   —   the   nonconformist. moral   alignment:    ??? astrology:   aquarius   sun,   aries   moon,   gemini   rising. habits:   filming   random   moments   of   daily   life,   constantly   looking   for   something   to   keep   him   occupied — whether   it’s   tinkering   with   his   camera,   making   mental   notes   for   scripts,   or   brainstorming   scenes.   starts   projects   on   a   whim   and   sometimes   drops   them   just   as   quickly.   watching   old   and   obscure   movies   on   full   volume   even   if   it's   3   am.   quick   to   deflect   serious   conversations   with   humor   or   changing   the   subject. quirks:    intense   eye   contact   when   genuinely   curious   or   interested,   rarely   looks   away   until   he's   satisfied   he has   understood   you.   flips   his   lighter   open   and   closed   even   if   he's   not   lighting   anything.   quick   with   his   words   and   equally   quick   to   throw   out   a   devil-may-care   grin,   as   if   nothing   really   bothers   him.   has   a   habit   of   adding   small,   seemingly   random   sound   effects   when   narrating   his   own   ideas   aloud.   bounces   his   knee   or   drums   his   fingers   when   he’s   restless,   which   is   often. hobbies:   filmmaking   and   cinematography,   especially   capturing   fleeting   moments   and   turning   them   into   mini-documentaries   or   short   films.   experimenting   with   different   film   techniques   and   styles,   from   lo-fi   to   retro   effects.   collecting   vinyl   and   obscure   band   posters,   usually   from   garage   sales.   hitchhiking   to   get   footage   or   seek   inspiration   in   unexpected   places.   people-watching   at   diners   and   coffee   shops,   seeing   if   he   can   guess   their   " story. "   journaling   in   rough,   half-finished   sketches   and   ideas   for   future   films   or   characters.

personality:    thrives   on   spontaneity,   always   diving   headfirst   into   new   experiences   and   challenges,   often   without   considering   the   risks.   quick-witted   and   persuasive,   able   to   talk   his   way   into— and   out   of— almost   anything.   a   thrill-seeker,   energized   by   pushing   boundaries   and   going   against   the   grain.   fiercely   independent,   valuing   his   freedom   above   all   else,   yet   often   feels   a   pull   toward   others,   seeking   the   buzz   of   connection   even   if   it's   fleeting. tends   to   avoid   dealing   with   emotional   vulnerability,   often   using   humor,   charm,   or   physical   intimacy   as   a   way   to   keep   things   light.   deeply   confident,   but   in   private   moments,   there's   a   quiet   insecurity,   a   need   to   feel   valued   and   irreplaceable   to   the   people   he   lets   close.   incredibly   adaptable,   with   a   knack   for   reading   situations   and   changing   his   approach   in   real-time.   thrives   in   chaos   and   has   little   patience   for   routine   or   predictability,   seeing   them   as   constraints   on   his   creativity.   easily   bored,   often   moving   from   project   to   project   or   person   to   person   in   search   of   the   next   big   idea,   the   next   thrill,   or   the   next   muse.   charismatic   and   magnetic,   with   a   way   of   drawing   people   in,   even   if   he   doesn’t   always   stick   around   long   enough   to   let   them   stay. music taste: [ click here ]

📹 ︰ PERSONAL HISTORY.

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📹 ︰ CREATURE FEATURE.

creature   feature  is   a   psychological   horror   youtube   webseries   created  by   foster   dasgupta   and   produced   with   the   help   of   red  creek  high   school’s   av   club from 2013 to 2015.   the   series'   official   youtube  account,   creaturefeature0214,    presented   as   foster’s   personal   account,   chronicles   materials   from   a   set   of   vhs   tapes   that   he   recovered   during   an   exploration   of   the   thorne  house,   as   well   as   the   increasingly   bizarre   events   in   his   life    through   vlogs    while   restoring,   converting,   and  uploading   materials   from   the  tapes. the   series   was   instrumental   in   creating   a   modern   mythos   around   red  creek's  boogeyman,    presenting   the  figure  an  almost   omnipresent  supernatural  being   (   similar  to  slenderman   )  rather  than  just  a  serial  killer.   creature   feature   also   presented   real-life   testimonies   from   red  creek's  residents   who   were  alive   during  the   1999   murders   to   add   realism,   then   combined  with  fictionalized  accounts.   majority  of  the  cast   of   the   series   are   also   members  of   the   local   community,   mostly   foster's  friends ( lmk if u want ur muse to have worked with him for this ). creature   feature   also   employs   transmedia   storytelling   through  other  platforms   such   as   twitter,   fake   websites,   reddit   and   other   media   to   deliver  a   narrative  that  can   only   be   completed   by   scavenging   the   internet,   calling  1-800  numbers,  contacting   e-mail   addresses   with   automated   messages   and   going   through   rabbit   holes   to   piece   it   all   together. creature  feature   was   often   either   believed   to   be  true   by   watchers   or   attracted   obsessive  ARG   players   during   the   time   they   were   uploaded,   developing   a   cult   following   as   their   subscribers   tirelessly   waited   for  future  updates.   however,   its   authenticity   was   later   debunked   when   foster,   a   high   school   student  at  the   time,    provided   an   interview   about   the  series   shortly   after  the  final   entry   was   uploaded   as   he   needed   to  move   away   from   california   for   college.

📹 ︰ HEADCANONS.

01. moved to red creek with aunt when he was eight yrs old after his parents were killed in what was ruled a home invasion, though nothing was taken and the killers were never found. foster suffers from dissociative amnesia from what happened, unable to recall anything from that night. set for life with the insurance payout, but barely touches it— unless necessary. 02. his father was a wildlife documentarian, so foster kind of developed the same love for film— except his usual subjects are people. always seen with a camera wherever he went as a kid, just filming anyone and everyone. has a collection of his own short films, but the ones that were made before high school are mostly stupid and just for fun. then he started taking it more seriously with creature feature as well as more serious shorts that were then submitted to film festivals and competitions. 03. after getting his mfa, foster had a film that did well in the indie film circuits, won some prizes for it, but eventually moved back to red creek for lack of inspiration. currently, he's working at the video store, but also doing side videographer gigs like filming for local commercials, weddings, etc. but he's hoping to get that inspiration and start obsessing over making a new film soon ... who knows, maybe the next one will be a horror film.