#im going to fix the hills and levels

[uchideirdre]

I forgot I am not rich in my multiple acnh homes and it’s actually stupidly intricate to set up for a scorpion island or buy / sell the turnips or get golden roses going. I am kinda looking forward to redesigning/ or redecorating the on island villagers but I also am moving their houses AND IT TAKES FOREVER.

[calice-says]

Is this a sign of a new fic??? No, it's just insanity

A little background about me; I tend to have vivid and uncontrollable dreams. Most of them were story-like and adventurous, and the 'genre' of dreams would differ. Mostly horror for some reason.

Anyway, I won't get into it much BUT

I had a weird, but funny dream lmao. I think the reason why I had that dream was because my friends and I were talking about age gaps (nothing bad, dw, we were just laughing at who was younger and who was actually older between our friend group), and after that I went to rewatching just one episode of IEG because I am very occupied for some reason despite being summer🤩🔫

Anyway! Of course, it involves Tenma. No surprise there, but the plot of the dream went like this:

Tenma was around 10 or 11 years old (I forgot the exact age, dream logic is foggy okay 💀) here.

And for some reason, he ended up being a first year of JHS Raimon, when the series started. Funnily enough, the reason why he happened to skip 2 grades(?) ahead was when enrolling him, his dad was super tired and accidentally ticked off the wrong grade level 😭 So instead of entering elementary school like a normal kid, Tenma got promoted two years ahead and ended up in JHS. Do not ask why Raimon has an elementary division, I dunno either. I'm not sure if they have one in the canon, but oh well. And do not ask how they allowed it, or how they didn't find it odd, but I guess Tenma's grades here were surprisingly passable enough????

Oh well, congrats Tenma for the upgrade!

Ofc, it was Aki who noticed the oddity when they received Tenma's uniform. She immediately called the school like, "Hi, sorry, I think you gave us the wrong uniform by mistake—he’s supposed to be in elementary?"

Raimon admin was like, "Oh no, hold on, let us check the system—hmm, no, according to our registrar, Matsukaze Tenma is a junior high student... ah, a first year! Did you receive the second-year emblem?"

(WHY DO THEY HAVE EMBLEMS??)

Aki: "... J— Junior High?"

Raimon: "Yes, Junior High. Is there an issue...?"

Aki: "Y-Yeah, I think you made a mistake— he’s not supposed to be in junior high yet—he’s like, 10??"

Raimon: "Huh. That’s odd. But it says here in the enrollment documents that he’s registered for JHS."

Aki: "...Ah. I see. I’ll, um. I’ll call you back."

Cue Aki calling Tenma’s parents.

The parents: 😧 The dad in particular: 😨 (He definitely got a long, loud earful from his wife after that. Deserved tbh.)

They arranged a meeting with Raimon’s school board (online, since Tenma’s parents weren’t in Inazuma at the moment), and apparently, they couldn’t undo the registration just like that—he was already listed as an official JHS student in the system.

Apparently, the only way to “fix” it was for the enrolling guardians (aka the parents) to come in physically and sign the needed paperwork and to the process. But they were overseas on business, and Aki, despite being his legal guardian and relative-sister hybrid, didn’t exactly have the legal authority to do it.

Um, welcome to Bureaucracy, I guess????

So that means they have no choice but to let Tenma continue his accidental JHS journey.

Throughout the whole drama, Tenma was just outside with Aoi and Sasuke playing soccer without a care in the world lmao😭 Aoi here is still in the same age as when she was in the series.

BIG SISTER AOI PROPAGANDA RISEEE!!!

Anyway when Aki finally explained the situation to Tenma with Aoi present, their reactions were perfectly in sync. Shocked pikachu faces!!!

Tenma's reaction was like going up and down on consecutive hills. He was shocked, then he was excited cuz "oh im finally a big kid now!" then anxious because "oh the subjects are going to be hard" then determined "i can do it, things will work out somehow!" then the dread, "oh my god, i'll be surrounded by big kids, they're going to eat me alive—" then relief, "oh it's okay aoi will be there with me!" then teror, "math. math is going to be hard. im going to fail, this is embarrassing."

Then excitement: "IM PLAYING SOCCER WITH THE BIG KIDS!!" then another dreadful terror: "im playing soccer with the big kids." which is, yes, normally would be exciting but the social pressure squashed him like a bug. Poor guy :')

Anyway, the series started. Dream stuff happens, I don't remember the events and stuff but apparently, it went well. I'm surprised Tenma didn't go to the hospital for the many scares he had (Fifth Sector, going against Tsurugi, raimon soccer club practically hating him or smth, Shindou's rough treatment with him at the exam(😭), the rough treatment from other teams, and so on and so forth.)

The dream ends there.

BUT, HERE'S MY ADDITIONAL TAKE ON IT MWAHAHAHAHA

No one knew except for Aoi and the school staff that Tenma is years younger than all of them.

When Tenma's birthday came (after the go season, idk bro, but before chrono stone), the soccer club and some people outside the team (like Taiyou for instance) were invited to a restaurant as a venue. It wasn't all that fancy, just somewhere in the middle. Tenma's parents rented a floor used for occasions from the restaurant for them. Both are present here, and they finally get to meet them!! Some greetings here and there—

(Tenma's mom: "Oh thank you for taking care of our dear Tenma! I hope he hasn’t caused too much trouble. The last time he did something like that was when he somehow set the water on fire."

Raimon: "...what😀"

Tenma: "I learned it from the guy down the street back in Okinawa!"

Tenma's dad: "He was a retired magician. Who soon committed arson."

Raimon: *insert unsettled tom meme face*)

—until they see the birthday balloons in the center of the wall.

Happy 11th Bithday Tenma!

Eleventh...

Eleventh...

Eleventh Birthday���

"YOU'RE ELEVEN???"

Tenma: "Oh, yeah! I didn't tell you guys? :0"

The pieces of the puzzle just suddenly clicked.

No wonder Tenma was on the shorter, tinier side. They had all silently chalked it up to maybe a touch of malnutrition (since he doesn’t eat too much—he gets stomach aches if he overdoes it), or just a genetics thing. After all, he seemed fine. Energetic, cheerful, did backflips during practice. Just small.

No wonder he spaced out during lectures sometimes—he literally skipped two years of foundational learning, which kind of explains why his handwriting is fighting for its life, but they kind of collectively agreed it was from his shaky hands. His handwriting had gotten better as months passed by, though.

No wonder he always blinked blankly when someone mentioned pop culture from more than three years ago, before enthusiastically asking what it was. But at the same time... he never acted immature enough for anyone to seriously question it.

But there really was no reason for them to think or come to the conclusion that Tenma might be younger. Sure, his level of social cues and knowledge seemed a bit low on the bar sometimes ("tenma, just because he offered you a sticker pack and led you to a van, doesn't mean there were stickers."), but his kindness, empathy, and emotional levels made up for it. He always knew when someone needed cheering up. He just didn’t always know why.

Not to mention, there were times when he sassed people.

And academically? His grades weren’t amazing, but they were passable. Passable enough that the team didn’t dig deeper and just figured, "Yeah, he’s a bit spacey, but he’s Tenma."

No wonder the teachers seemed to coo at him too! No wonder they'd sometimes give him candy, whether sneakily or not! Which kind of set a few alarm bells from some of them- but they just chalked it up to Tenma's natural charisma and adorable-ness.

Because he was a literal child. A baby!!!

It was like the laws of the universe crashed on them and, as if the stars aligned, they all thought one thing:

Fifth Sector had a beef with a 10-year-old.

[stargirlsturns]

MY CREATION MY BEAUTIFUL CREATION.

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Summary - Matt lives on the top of a hill in a normal town, but Matt.. He's not normal. Instead of returning his brothers calls he spends all his time in his laboratory, making his new creation.

Warning - smut, p in v, no protected sex. (DON'T DO THAT.)

"God - Fucking - Dammit!" Matt yelled, throwing his glasses to the ground, shattering the left eye. His lights flickered, another yet.. Failed project. Matt jogs up his stairs and through the basement door. He makes it ground level and sits on his living room couch.

He turns on the tv with a groan. He pulled off his lab coat and throw it to the side. The moment he got comfortable, there was a shatter. It came from the basement. He crept his way down. He opened the door to a void of darkness. He turned on the light as it flickered loudly.

He stepped down the old wooden stairs, each creaking as he put his weight on it. There was a slam then a loud 'fuck!' he looked past a pillar, and saw her. He laughed loudly. He saw his glasses and the bottom of the stairs and quickly went to grab them. He put them on, he groaned when he realized the left one was shattered. He turned to face his stretcher that was supposed to have a body on it. But the body... Was gone. When he turned back around she was closer. She had a sewn together leg, 4 arms, 2 on each side, and a crooked torso. She looked like a messed up science experiment, like she was. Because she is.

"You are a beauty.." Matt began to speak, she flinched as he spoke. She took a step back. Matt fixed his glasses. "My creation.. My b-beautiful creation." he stepped close to her.

"W-who are you?!" she screamed.

"Your creator, call me Matt." he said trying to calm her down. "I created you.. On accident. But you are.. Wow." he said in awe. "I'm going to call you... Y/N."

"Y/N..? Is that my name?"

"It is now, darling. You are perfection. Come here." Matt pointed to a mirror. She slowly walked over to it, stumping on her way. She stood in front of it. She screamed in a mix of fear and excitment.

"I'm..im a monster!" she covered her eyes and fell to the ground. She pushed herself to a corner and cried.

"Your not a monster! Your a beautiful creation. You took years and finally... I have you." Matt crouched down closer to her.

"How many others have you... M-M.." she struggled to find the word.

"Made?" he asked a she nodded. Looking up from her hands. "Your my third. But you know what else you are?" Y/N made a confused face. "My favorite."

"I h-hate to ask but.. Can I have clothes?" she asked. Matt didn't realize, he was to distracted by her face. Her beautiful face.

"Oh. Yes of course. Follow me." Matt stood up straight and offered a hand.

She took in and stood up. He lead her upstairs to his bedroom. He went through his closet and handed her a shirt that was big enough to cover her (he cut out holes for her other arms) . He found old joggers, he thought for a minute then went into his bathroom and grabbed scissors. He cut them into shorts then handed them to her. She put them on and sighed.

"How do you feel sweetheart? Sick, at all?"

"No. I just need to rest."

"To be honest.. Sleeping would be the worst thing for you right now. How about a nice drink?" he held out his hand. She took it and held on.

He took her back down stairs to the kitchen. He sat her at the counter and started a tea kettle. He heated it up on the stove then leaned against the counter.

"How do you feel?"

"Light headed.."

"You can speak just fine. You used to be alive, I assume. Do you like tea?"

"Chai."

"Mm. My favorite. Just like you." Matt brushed her hair behind her ear, and out of her face.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"34. Old. I know right."

"I was younger when I died." she said causing Matts eyes to widen.

"What do you remember?"

"I was... 23. And I think I was poisoned."

Matt sighed and took off his broken glasses. He tugged at the collar of his blue button up. He unbuttoned the shirt halfway. Y/N stared at his bare chest.

"Do I.. Intrigue you in any way?" Matt asked, undoing another button.

"K-kind of." Y/N adjusted herself in her seat.

The tea kettle went off and Matt turned around to make her tea. As he was stirring it. He unbuttoned his shirt all the way and left it fall the the floor. He handed it to her as she choked.

"Kind of.. What about now?"

"Yea." was all she said as she took a sip.

"I do have to do a couple more Experiments with you. How would you like to have sex with me?" Matt asked.

"What?"

Matt just nodded and gazed deeply into her eyes. "For experimental purposes.. Obviously."

"If it helps you. Then yes."

"Great. Finish your tea." Matt walked over into the living room and sat down.

He waited for her to finish, soon after she walked over with her head held up high. Matt stood up without a word and grabbed her hand. He lead he back up to his room and set her on the bed. He locked the door. He walked back over to her.

"Do you know what to do?"

"Yeah. Can I ask.. Why are we doing this?"

"I need to know how your body reacts to different things, Y/N."

"Got it."

He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. He lifted the shirt over her, as he arms plopped back down. He reached down, looking up at her, he Roughly pulled down the makeshift shorts. She huffed in response. He took off his pants, he stepped out of them then laid her down. He crawled on top of her, positioning himself in between her legs. Y/N breathed out heavily at the sight of his hard cock. He pulled down his boxers slightly and alligned himself with her. He held onto her waist as he pushed himself into the wet, soaked, lips. She let out a gasp. Her second left hand going on his chest, her first right going over her mouth. He went slow, deep. He moaned at every slight push, everytime her tightness pulled him back in. He hurried up his pace, sound of moans and pants filled the large room. Matt wrapped his arms around her and humped fast. He pulled himself closer, her arms and legs wrapping around him. He thrusted hard, making the bed creak and the bed shake. Y/N on the other hand, was trying to find the words to tell him how good it was, how big he was. Matt had done his research, a dead creature like her could not get pregnant, so yes, he was excited to fill her up.

"Fuck your so tight." Matt said causing Y/N to whimper.

"W-whats this feeling?" she whispered into Matt's ear.

"Does it feel like a knot in your stomach?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?" her breath hitched.

He looked at her, then leaned in closer with a smile. "I'm gonna make you come." Matt laughed.

--

They sat up on the bed and took a second to breathe. Matt grabbed a notebook and wrote down everything about Y/N, how she reacted, how her body reacted, her emotions, everything. Y/N brushed her hair back and sighed. She put her clothes on laid down in the bed.

"Are you okay?" Matt asked, placing a hand on her thigh.

"Did you get everything you needed for your.. Notebook thingy?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?" she asked sitting up with a smile.

"I could add a couple more things."

A/N

This took a minute I fell asleep halfway through but wtv

[tparker48]

A monster party is being held at a mansion far up a hill. Mystical beast surrounded the ball room, leading to the main lobby where most of the guests resided. Gargoyles, werewolves, even vampires, all were present for the eventful evening. And there you were, standing along the corner of the lobby as you eyed the passing guests. Not many humans were brave enough to attend it, many who tried ran tail and returned to civilization.

You weren’t sure what caused them to flee, but you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. You made your way through the mansion, creatures dancing while others ate food at the entré tables. But you weren't hungry at the time, slinking your way through the crowds before resting against the walls. You pulled out your phone, sighing as your human friends filled your feed. Post scattered along the frontpage, many making bets on if you’d even survive, or worse, eaten. Typical, at least they’re acknowledging the activity.

Your battery icon appeared as its battery started to drain. You searched for an outlet, but bumped into a solid surface as you fell to the ground, a limb falling onto you as it flailed in your lap. The figure turned and looked at his nubbed shoulder, turn back to you. "My arm! My arm’s cut off!" He shouted.

You panicked as he stared at the creature, clutching at his arm as he continued. This was it, this was how you were going to end.

"Aaaah hehehe..nah im just messing with ya, it's not broken." He popped off his head and waved it in his palm. "See?" He lowered his head toward your level. "The name's Frankenstein, Frank for short. Put it there." He reaches for you with his shoulder, the knub wiggling in front of you. "Ah right.."

His arm wiggled through yours like fish, worming its way through before Frankenstein placed it back into his socket. Fixing it, he lowered toward you, picking you up by your shirt as he placed you back on your feet.

"There we go, good as new. Say, now that I think about it, I’ve never seen you around."

You opened your mouth to speak, but it shriveled as you looked away.

"Ahh, shy type, I understand. You remind me of Mummy, he always gets a little stage fright nowadays. Say, why don't meet the gang! That should get the ball rolling" he flipped his head, placing it back onto his shoulders. He hoisted you toward his torso, making his way through the hotel as the party continued.

He bumped into other creatures, fur and slimes glossing across your side before the two of you entered a clearing. Poker tables rested to the side, zombies playing cards while vampires played checkers. But Frankestein went further ahead, coming up to a booth where Drac and the others talked.

"Hey boys, sorry I'm late." He greeted them.

"About time you showed up'' Wayne said. “The misses kept ya busy?"

"Nah, more than that, I brought a new pal" he hoisted you from his arm, holding you up like a purse. "Meet this guy.."

You shyly waved toward them, they're gaze meeting yours as you looked away.

"Ah new guy. Well new guy, I hope you enjoy the party." mummy said.

"Yes. Because we got some heavy stuff to kick it up. It's time for.." Drac paused, He swished his cape to the side, bats flying from beneath before a box formed on the table. “Shrink twister."

"Ooo Shrink twister! I love this game!" Frank said. He moved closer as he sat you down on his shoulder. "I haven't played this game in ages."

"Then I think it's time to have a refresher." Drac said.

You were unsure of what to say as Drac mentions the game, his fingers snapping as the booths disappeared. Chairs moved to the walls, a wooden board forming beneath them as dots scattered around. Poles stretch from the corners as curtains draped and formed a dome around you and the gang. You were still confused, but were snapped back into the moment as Frank sat you down upon the floor.

"Alright, now that the games are set, it's time for attire" Drac snapped his fingers, the monsters' clothes evaporating before shorts replaced them. Including your own as the cool wind blew between your legs. "The rules are simple: touch the designated symbol, without touching the white space. The more you touch the white space, the more you shrink."

"Ooo I can't wait to see this one.” Invisible man said. “It took forever for you to grow back Drac."

"Don't remind me" He groaned. "And like our past traditions, we shall start with, the new guy"

You? No no, it can't be you, you haven't played this before. What if you embarrass yourself? You took a step back as you pressed into the curtain, but Frank's meaty palm pressed into you. "Stage fright huh? I remember my first time. But hey, no need to be afraid, you'll be fine."

He ushered you back toward the board, placing you at the starting line as Drac handed symbols to a gargoyle. The creature flipped the cards at a quickening speed, before finally selecting a card. "Red, brain." It said.

You gulped heavily before taking your first step, looking to the wooden floor at the many symbols before you eyed a red one further ahead. You hopped over the white space, landed on the red spot. a corner of your foot slid across as it the white space, a jolt racing through your body as half your size diminished. You flailed to catch your balance, slamming your foot down to straighten yourself.

"Well done, usually newcomers don’t make it that far." Frank congratulated. "Now it's the pros turn."

He took his step onto the starting line, the gargoyle flipping through the pile before it plucked a card. "Blue, slime" it said.

Frank plucked his head from his shoulders and leaned over the board. It hopped around the line until a red spot came into view. Hopping onto it, it rotated as he looked toward you. "Tada!"

"You call that a magic trick? That’s mere amature season." Drac siad. "THIS is how the pros do it."

The gargoyle called the colo, Drac straightened his cloak and transformed into a bat. He swirled around the board like a fly, before hovering over his spot. In a spiral dive, he detransformed as his feet touched the blue symbol, casting his cape as it brushed over frank. "Perfect." He taunted.

"Hey, watch the cape show off!" Frank said, his head wrestling with the black fabric.

The two bickered like children, but it managed to make you laugh, but remained quiet as the game continued. The others took their turn. Mummy used his ribbon to spread his body to the symbols, whereas Wayne used his flexibility to maneuver around. And you, you simply moved your legs, nearly doing a split as you leaned to a yellow square. Your clothes started to sag from your first shrinkage, your pants drooping as you hoisted them back to your waist.

"Having some clothes trouble?" Drac taunted. "It would be a shame if someone were too, interfere" he snapped his fingers as his cape appeared, its tips tilting toward you as it wisped lightly into your ear while the other poked at your body. Your stance wobbled trying to bat away the assault, your hold slipping as your toes clinged to the yellow spot. "Easy does it, you don't want to slip” Drac giggled. “But there can only be one twist KING!"

Another force added onto it, his cape moving back as you looked above. Frank's torso loom led above, arching over the two of you as it bridged to the other side. "Sorry boys, the only green spit is here, hope you don't mind."

"I do mind!" Drac wheezed..

"Don't worry it'll only take a second." Frank replied.

He moved his torso further, pressing into you and Drac. Drac compressed as the weight of the torso pressed at his back, his hold on his stance waning as the weight increased. It slowly pressed into you, your toes sliding off the spot on the board as the electric feeling returned. Your size began to diminish, your pants sagging to the floor as your underwear slipped off. You grabbed for them, your hold slipping as you flailed to regain your balance.

But it was too late. You crashed upon the white space on the board, your size shrinking until your form fit into the spot you once stood on. "Out." The gargoyle announced. You looked around at the now towering monsters, each making their move upon the board as a foot and a paw landed upon the other spots. Grunts lingered above, Drac crouching to his knees to support the tub of weight that was frank.

The two bickered as his hold waned, his foot slipping off the spot as his size diminished as well. He tried to move himself back, but lost his footing as Frank's leg rested upon his designated spot. The count's cape fell just next to you, movement lingering before a naked dracula took to the top of the cape.

"Darn it frank! Now I'm out!" Drac shouted.

"Sorry Drac, no hard feelings right?"

"Oh I'll show you no hard feelings." He replied. He looked toward you as his eyes pierced through your soul. "Come on, let's show him the consequences of sabotage." He transformed into a bat. Even at a small size, he was like a giant pterodactyl compared to you. You already came this far, why not see it through. You took a breath before you nodded at the Drac’s request.

He flapped over you, grabbing you by the shoulders as he flew toward Frank's torso. You used your feet to tap around the large figure, snagging off a button off his shorts, before snagging on one of his pockets. "Hey, that's foul play!" Frank shouted from across the board. He wiggled his torso to swat at the two of you, Drac evading them like pillars as he flew in for another go.

You eye the torso carefully, finding weak spots for Drac to charge for next. The torso shifted and bucked, Drac lowering below the legs as he orbited around it. And there you saw it, gray skin exposing themselves from the back of its pants, a bubbled crack jiggling over the edge. You pointed toward it, Drac following your finger.

"Daring new guy huh? Alright then, let's do it!" He flew in, maneuvering past the flaps of Frank's shirt as your target came into view. Arching back, he flung you forward. You clutched your arms together and penciled your legs as you entered the past Frankenstein's shorts, darting through the gray cheeks like a torpedo as you plummeted to the center of the crack.

It was dim between the bubbled mounds of flesh, muscle clinging to you like a balloon as its warmth radiated your skin. Frank’s grunts and groans muffled from outside, the mass off his crack twisting as it dragged you deeper. Muscles squeaked past your legs as the warmth increased, a puckered hole appearing from the dimmed space as it cushioned your descent. You were deeper than you expected, and more earthy too, but that wasn't gonna deter you from your objective. You spread your limbs to create a meat pocket for yourself, flesh contracting as they forced you Into a crouch. You pushed into their bombardments like a car jack, prying them just enough as the large butt plonked around.

"H-hey! You-…hehe..can't do that!"

"Oh yes he can, mess him up, new guy" Drac cheered.

You wiggled faster upon the encouragement, your body slipping as the puckered hole gummed around your back. If it weren't for your hold, you'd be jammed inside in an instant. But thankfully, you had other plans in mind. You pushed a foot along the side of the rim, digging inward as Frank rear clenched.

Gravity suddenly shifted, butterflies ringing through your stomach as it hurtled downward. A thud boomed through the mass of flesh, a pulse following before the surrounding flesh began to spasm and shrink. Time to leave, you didn't want to be caught in a second shrink. You loosened your hold as ass flesh raced toward your side. It was like swimming through an ocean of tar, the spasming muscle too thick to force, but rather maneuver as you squeezed past the sweat covered walls. Light soon appeared ahead, slitted into a slim lining as the crack contracted. You pushed your limbs in between and pulled them apart, the underwear slipping as the party came to view.

His butt shrunk faster, pinning your sides together as they diminished in size. In a firm squeeze, you were launched into the air, flailing as your body turned aimlessly. But pairs of talons caught you, wings spanning above. "That's what I'm talking about!" Drac said. Swooping past the falling torso as it crashed to the board and shrunk.

"Out." The gargoyle announced.

"Ah what?" Frank groaned. "I still got my head."

"Let's see you try and move it without your body" drac said.

"Oh please, I can move my head around with ease. See?" He wobbled in place, leaning to a red spot next him. But toppled over, shrinking along with his body. " Okay, I see your point."

Hours passed since the party started. Most of the guests had left to attend newer activities, while others hung out at the snack bar. Near the exit, you and the gang talked as you prepared to head off.

"That was an amazing game, you two really brought on the heat." Mummy said.

"The heat? No no, I simmered in this one. But the new guy, they really brought out the heat."

You blushed, rubbing at your head as you looked away. A large fist wrapped around you, hoisting you into a sleeved jacked as a stitched hand ruffled your hair. "They sure did." Frank chimed in. "To think you'd be as daring to be a butt diver. And I thought invisible man was bold"

"Hey, I heard that!"

Laughter ensued from the group, you joining in as you as you shook your head. A ring soon came from your phone, a text from the folks that came to check up on you. The party was just about over, and it was time to return back to your normal life. "Ay, what's wrong bud, you gotta leave?"

You sighed as you nodded at the question, slinking out of Frank's arm. You prepared to head out, but fingers plucked you up and brought you back. "Well then, you're not leaving without a good old send off."

"Again with the sentimentals, Frank?" Drac playfully shook his head. "What you want to post it to your blog?"

"Yes!..I-I mean..no."

"I thought so, alright alright bring it in"

Frank placed you on his shoulders before making his way back to the group. Grouping into a huddle before a gargoyle floated in front of you all. "Say, Brains"

"Brains!"

You returned home and entered your room. Resting on the bed before you scrolled through your feed. The same photos would be there, your folks sharing their moments as they filled the bottom of the page. When you made a post about the party, you were bombarded with the other’s responses, many survived that you made it out. You rolled your eyes and prepared to close the media, but a message popped up in your notifications. A photo was attached to it, you and the monsters posing at the screen as bunny ears rested above your head.

A message read below. "You're hard to find new guy, I hope you had a blast at the party, hope to catch you at the next one."

You smiled at the screen, wiping a tear from your eye as you scrolled to the post. Sharing it, other users followed as well as other monsters. Resting back along your pillow, you pondered on the luck you've had. Perhaps going to that party wasn't too bad after all.

[redjaybathood]

I'm sorry, I am still in the bomb shelter so I need to take my mind off the things like sounds of explosions and how my stomach is hurting right now from stress+constant coffee bc I've been pulling doubles and weekends on 3 hours of sleep basically the whole week+I literally have no food money left so I'm eating like, once a day and it's the cheapest crop there is. So yeah, my stomach is fucked up again.

Anyhow! Need to take my mind off things, and been browsing Tumblr insomuch as weak connection allows me. So happened upon a post that was about fixing Jason in comics. And the thing is, it's not about this particular post, I've seen a lot of them. By fixing things, people propose different things. Leave Gotham, have some of his own friends so not to steal from Dick of Tim, being community minded, etc etc. And most of the things listed are already in the canon.

Jason got his own friends back in 2016 with Artemis and Biz. Of course, Wonderfam/Artemis fans weren't happy about it either. And nobody would. You can literally not allow any established hero or villain or any character at all, to become Jason's friend, because it's stealing. You just need an OC. But fandom doesn't like OC that much either, seeing how when he got some more friends in 2020ish with Dana Harlowe (with a few unfortunate mentions in between, like Max Dawkins, fridged, and Numbers, rewamping Jason's story in Ma Gunn's school, never to be seen again), people were harping that it's rewriting Jason's history again, because he didn't have any childhood friends, otherwise he wouldn't be so alone and died. Now some people say that Martinborough doesn't respect Jason as a character and makes his OC the star of the show. So this doesn't work either.

Leave Gotham. He left Gotham plenty in 2016 run, and I'm not scandalsavage to be up to date on sales figures so I don't know how it did, financially speaking. İ would bet not that good tho. İ didn't enjoy the Year of the Villain event and Jason's group of kids/teen villains, and I don't see anyone enjoying them or even bringing them up in meta or hc or fic much. Yeah, I would bet it didn't do all that good. So. They probably wouldn't do that anymore.

And there's people who, the opposite. They want Jason back to street level, as if he ever was. Okay, so Red Hood: The Hill.

And there's people who say, Jason should help community in other, cool, hip, anarchist ways of growing community gardens or whatever. Do charity like multi gazillioner Bruce Wayne does. And wadda you know, Jason also did charity in canon! Again, Rebirth. İceberg Lounge arc.

The problem is consistency. The problem is making it matter for more than the issue it appears in.

İm sincerely holding up hopes for Martinborough's run. İt's a mini series, as far as I remember, and they're supposed to be easier in that - if you don't count, like, Rosenberg's Man Who Stopped Laughing being fucked by Zdarsky's Gotham War (fucking distasteful ; could have come up with a better name: Lover's Spat; or, Consequences of Not Getting Enough Sleep. Which honestly, I can relate, Bruce. Can relate.)

But from what I ve seen from the first issue, it's not exactly... There's too much going on and I don't know where he's going with it tbh.

[chaoxfix]

I've seen the end of Prime. I didn't think it was super bad, but I absolutely do think it's in the same boat as Forces after all is said and done. Complete with the goldmine for fix-it-fics.

I still stand by saying that Nine justified the show existing. I wish he wasn't left to be isolated in the Grim because that puts him right back to the status quo of his life. Isolated and hurt.

Above all else, it's obvious as hell the show needed more time in all directions. More time in the oven, and more runtime than a single 23 episode season. I have to wonder how the production of the show was behind the scenes, as well as if the Writer's and Actor's strikes had anything to do with how much this season stumbled.

under a cut because i dont really want to spread negativity about this show, i honest to god overall liked it. or, at least liked it enough that i dont feel comfortable participating in raking it over the coals. again, im not the target audience, but if i was, i would've absolutely *loved* it, no holds barred.

i do think the ending with nine was kind of a bummer, yeah. but ultimately i think the door is still open for other adventures with him reintegrating with other shatterspace inhabitants. i think nine and rusty rose could have a healthy friendship at some point. plus i think a lot of the other shatterspaces maintain the ability to travel which could have plenty of stories leading from it, not just with nine but with one another and sonic's main universe.

genuinely, my only complaints that feel legitimate are 1) sonic's personality, 2) the majorly extended fight scenes and overall pacing between scenes with the emotional depth i was watching for, and 3) "it's canon to the games"

everything else i didn't fully enjoy was purely because i am not the target audience. im not a fan of childish humor, i like more nuance with jokes and i dont think pointing out the obvious is all that funny, etc, etc. but this was written for kids, so that's just not a legitimate complaint imo. honestly even my #2 complaint doesn't feel all that legitimate, because the target audience probably doesn't really crave that same level of emotional complexity and might prefer the long flashy fight scenes -- why could explain why there are so many, and why they're so long.

but i think overall that anything that didn't stick the landing for me was #3, because of the producers saying that it's canon to the games timeline. because of that, the expectations were heightened by people like me, who care about things like timeline placements -- and we're generally older fans with a long history with the sonic franchise and laughably high expectations and a sense that the sonic franchise should just 'go back to when it was good' rhetoric... compare that to the actual target audience: kids. an 8-12 year old probably isn't going to care about timeline placements. if they would have just not mentioned games canon, a lot of older fans could've enjoyed this more because it would've been disconnected and not beholden to so many expectations. that's its biggest flaw, imo, and that's not a flaw of the series, only with its marketing.

...for my specific timeline concerns..... when i said everyone's clamoring for sonic to 'return back to when it was good' -- the advance series is actually what a HUGE amount of people consider to be the peak of sonic. and guess what sonic prime is meant to immediately follow? sonic advance 3. to be honest the only thing that throws me off is the idea that they all live in green hill, including knuckles. after sonic advance 3, angel island is where it usually is and knuckles is living there full time again, watching over the master emerald. that's my only real concern. i dont worry about people saying it doesn't make sense not to include blaze or silver, because again, this was meant to be set after sonic advance 3, which was released in 2004... before sonic rush came out in 2005 and introduced blaze, or sonic 06 came out and introduced silver. so i dont really care about them not being included, it makes sense for them not to be there, imo.

[ucannotkillmeinawaythatmatters]

im rewatching Moon Knight while I embroider, so I figured why not post about it!! I still haven't unlocked the gif ability everyone on here seems to have, so I'm just gonna have to describe everything without proof. this is gonna be an in depth, long, and rambly post, so you can read the rest after the cut if you'd like!!

episode 1: the goldfish problem

so a lot of this episode is establishing Steven and the situation that he's in. it's kinda sad cuz on the surface level, he has a nice life. he's got a job, a big flat, he calls his mom pretty often. but when you look deeper it gets sadder. the main thing that sticks out is how lonely Steven is

JB doesn't know his name, the only person he can talk to is a statue person that doesn't respond back, his boss is mean. he's so lonely in fact that he accepts a date with a person he doesn't really know to a STEAK HOUSE.

(I have my own theory about how that was Jake who was trying to be nice and get a date for Steven?? maybe?? bc it's highly unlikely that marc, who has a wife, would do that. and even if you tried to argue that marc did it for Steven, why would he then go and make him miss it?? plus, I'm certain he knows that Steven is a vegan. which also makes you wonder why Jake didn't notice that detail, but I digress)

(side note number two, Steven is good with kids and I'll die on that hill. the scene where he's explaining things about mummification to that little girl?? answering her questions patiently and excitedly?? yeah, he's a hit with them, I promise you. and not just when he's talking about his Special Interest. also the foreshadowing of that girl asking him if it sucked to get rejected from the field of reeds?? I'm sickkkk)

and ofc, there's the main issue of steven falling asleep in his bed and waking up in the middle of nowhere without a clue as to how he got there. I'd like to take a second to commend Stevens intelligence here!! anke restraints, sand around the bed, tape on the door?? I would never even think of these things.

either way, none of it works and he wakes up in the middle of goddamn nowhere, injured and hurting at that!! (even if khonshu fixed it, he still sounded like he was in pain for a while there). people are shooting at him, he's so so desperately trying to give this strange man (who he just witnessed kill a woman mind you) the beetle but he can't, and all the while a strange voice is berating him every two seconds. again kudos to Steven bc I could never. I would have been crying the moment I heard the gunshots.

(Jake theory again. I'm so certain that a lot, if not all of the car stuff was Jake. I love marc, but I refuse to believe he could manage those car skills, while shooting at ppl, while on the a narrow road of a fucking mountain. nahhhh that was all my boy Jake)

(also note that when Steven first woke up in the grass after Marc?? jumped and fell fourish stories?? khonshu called him a worm. and then further specified and called him "the idiot." I firmly believe that khonshu calls Steven AND Jake worms/parasites, it's just that Stevens the idiot and Jakes the competent one ig)

and waking up after all of that like nothing happened must have been so frustrating. I know Marc was just trying to protect him, but instead Stevens just being gaslighted and facing psychological warfare. so everywhere he goes he's faced with signs that he might be crazy or he might not be. ex: gus suddenly having one fin, the time being wrong, Marc appearing in the mirror and talking to him completely unhelpfully, khonshu FUCKING TORMENTING HIM FOR NO REASON, but also the burner phone he found, harrow being real, and the dog creature I can't remember the name of!!

so much of this episode was Steven being scared and unhappy and overwhelmed and it makes me sad!! he's so precious and sweet, he doesn't deserve to be going thru any of that.

(also I'm never ever gonna get over the cinematography and thematics of the mirrors in the museum bathroom. first of all mirrors cool. second, the hints at his multiplicity thru the infinite images of the bathroom, but with Marc in only one of the reflections. I'm gonna be fucking sick)

so yeah!! those are most of my thoughts. I know that pictures and gifs are a huge part of making a post Not Boring and I'm gonna use them as soon as I learn how istg

[edenfenixblogs]

Good news friends!!!!!

I guess someone gave Karina a heads up!

Like I said here and probably in several other places, I don’t think the people at Drawfee are horrid antisemites. I think a couple of them have very open hearts and a good intentions and the same level of unexamined antisemitism that most non-Jewish people have. Karina and Julia are not uniquely awful. Karina and Julia are probably more kind and thoughtful than most people talking about this conflict right now.

That doesn’t mean they’ll always say the right thing or do the right thing. But knowing that they don’t intend to cause harm and that they care about remedying harm matters much, much more than the fact that they made the error in the first place.

I love Drawfee. I want to continue loving Drawfee.

This was not a post meant to shame anyone into doing what I wanted. This was simply a post with me finding media that handled stuff sensitively enough that I’m not feeling the constant horror of antisemitism everywhere. It’s a tough time right now. Thanks so much to [TUMBLR USER REDACTED] for pointing out that Karina unliked those tweets. It matters a lot!!!!

Nobody is perfect.

In an ideal world, yes. Drawfee would make some acknowledgment that antisemitism is on the rise. But I don’t know these people. It’s not my job or my right to ask them to do anything for me. All I can do is help others who are as affected by the ongoing crisis as me.

And, in case anyone wants to turn this very normal internet interaction into a weird witch hunt against Jews: I was not trolling Karina’s tweets for information the attack. I was scrolling what I thought was the “media” tab on her profile cuz I misclicked and saw that tweet from the Super Bowl time. I noped out real quick and went to Julia’s (and everyone else’s page) to see if this was something they’d all been liking or sharing (cuz I don’t go on Twitter much anymore). It wasn’t, so I just determined that Drawfee was not safe for me (and people looking for escapism in the same way as me) based on that info—I did not set out to condemn all of the crew, who I adore.

Antisemitism is endemic to our society. It is so familiar it is almost invisible unless you live being victimized by it. People are gonna eff up. What matters is that they fix their mistakes as best they can.

Right now, im in the same boat as I was when I made my first iteration of this post: if they can manage to keep the livestream free of antisemitism (or at least avoid contributing to antisemitic sentiment and put effort into keeping the chat free of antisemitism) then I’m more than happy to keep subscribing. It’s my comfort show. Their vibes are stellar. They always try to do good.

Heck! I watched the Bobby Hill episode with my parents for my birthday! 🥳

Again, it would be super if they actually condemned antisemitism. It’s not my place to ask that they do that, though. They’ll handle things how they wanna handle them, and I’ll determine based on my own needs if I feel comfortable engaging. Because I DO support Palestinian freedom and equality and equal access to healthcare and all that good stuff!

But I need to know that when people say “free Palestine” they aren’t unintentionally adding a silent “from Jews” to the end of that sentence. It’s a hard time right now. Compassion goes a long way.

And Karina, if you’re reading this, thank you.

Oh and for those looking, the posts were about here on her timeline. Somewhere in this mix of tweets:

Like, obviously Quds news network is a terrible source and that other tweet in there isn’t ok.

But I’m willing to see how the team handles everything during the live stream before making an evaluation here.

It’s 100000000000% possible to support Palestinian welfare and equality without being antisemitic.

I’m not the antisemitism police and I don’t want to be. There’s a difference between stupidly liking a Quds propaganda tweet and purposefully regurgitating that propaganda to others.

My opinions on this are the same as my opinions on everything else about this conflict: be kind to each other, give grace to others, and allow people to grow.

Am I ready to resubscribe yet? No. We’ll see how the steam goes. But I’m hoping to resubscribe. I want to resubscribe. Even just showing a little compassion toward Jews would make that possible. Until then, I’ll live in hope I guess. But the fact that she didn’t block me and took the tweets down is really, really encouraging.

Everyone be kind to one another and to yourselves. 💜

Well Drawfee is officially no longer safe media for me :(

Karina liked multiple tweets conflating a PSA for antisemitism with Israeli propaganda and claiming that Israel planned its assault to coincide with the superbowl…

Julia liked posts claiming that the war isn’t a war. Nobody has liked anything about antisemitism or even acknowledging Jews are in danger right now.

TBH I’m devastated.

I have Drawfee art all over my home. I was actually gonna become a patron this year. I’d literally been saving to make it feasible. This is crushing. I feel sick.

[signalhill-if]

so i was playing the demo and exploring and i was wondering something as i was playing, we like. got shot and it's pretty clear Doc is real strict on the meds he's administering which is understandable.

but i was following the Levi storyline, and /immediately/ got my shit rocked, and right after i got away from that encounter relatively alive, i thought "shit i have to go back to Doc" but there wasn't really any need for that?? went back and i was expecting to roll up to Joyette like "hey can you check my head, some guy held me hostage"

so im curious, is health damage not going to be a thing? i figured it'd be cool and all but, idk how coding to implement that would work out.

on that note tho, my MC has had a Week lol she's cranky and still broke as hell, she wants to be PAID dammit

Honestly, the real answer here is that Signal Hill is an action game that operates on action logic and not real world logic, so getting knocked over the head is just brushed off. Is that realistic? Not really, no. But it's also not realistic for you to be knocked out cold for long enough to be tied up, so we've gotta operate on some level of suspension of disbelief, haha.

There is a "health" system, and it will involve going to Joyette after you sustain a serious injury, but so far it's only for the part where you lose a finger. It's also pretty poorly communicated, which needs to be fixed in later versions. I still haven't quite figured out how that's going to work. But long story short, you don't have a health bar, you're either injured or you're not, and being injured gives you negatives to rolls until you get healed.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

From one anxiety haver to another; do you have tips on how to interact with people without wanting to cry?

Im so impressed by your ability to just get into peoples dms so quickly and share discords. Even thinking about it makes me want to run away 😭😭😭

ANON ASK

Mmmm...I really had to sit down and think about this one, if I'm being honest, because I really understand that feeling of your chest clenching up and the thoughts of "Oh, am I bothering them?" And I want to start by saying that I'm already really proud of how brave you are by sending in this ask, even if it is on anon! Opening up like this is really difficult and wanting to take that first step and ask for advice is a big accomplishment!

To be honest, it will forever be a work in progress for those of us who suffer with anxiety constantly gnawing on all of our thoughts, and that progress will never be linear. I've found myself thrown around quite a bit emotionally and mentally by people I thought I could trust, and completely accepted by people I've only just met--and it's a lot to swallow. I don't think I'll ever get past it, but I think a big help in my own life is to realize that my thoughts are my own. Those nasty little thoughts that tell you it isn't worth it, or that you're a bother, that no one cares, all of that nonense--it's entirely caused by a chemical in our brains--thats all it is!

With that knowledge, I'm able to push past it and tell myself, "A wonderful relationship could be one step away, and I'm letting my serotonin imbalance keep me away from it? No! It isn't going to dictate my life!" And this in NO WAY means that I'm not scared! The "how I could be better" list goes on FOREVER..and its scary!!! But--Bravery and courage aren't about lack of fear, they're about being terrified and still taking that leap of faith. Sucking your breath in, closing your eyes and sticking your foot in the water without knowing how icy it may be. And I've found, more often than not, that I'm met with kindness, grace, and good people who only want the best for one another.

And despite this, and you can ask practically everyone in my DMs, it still eats at me, I still find myself apologizing for nonsensical things or closing off because I think no one else enjoys what I have to say. It still hurts me, pain's a well-intentioned weatherman after all, and I've accepted it as part of myself. Something I have to water, watch, and take care of just like all of the positive aspects of myself. Take your time, take deep breaths, hell--LET yourself cry if you need to! PLEASE let yourself feel--the worst thing is telling yourself you're not allowed to feel things, negative or positive.

It's uncomfortable, unpleasant and I can't say its like a switch, or that all of your interactions will be pleasant--I know mine haven't been. BUT....those interactions aren't the end all, and they definitely are not the majority. I CAN guarantee you that almost everyone has these thoughts, and you are far from alone in this ever upwards battle, and there will be plenty of people to help support you and help you up that hill, even if your brain tells you otherwise. Even if you have bad days, true friends and truly good people won't throw you under the bus, someone who I'm extremely proud to call my friend once told me,

"Friends will offer you gentle reminders and guide you back."

That being said, I understand that my levels and other peoples vastly differ, but I've spent my entire life desperately searching for an answer, and I don't think I'll ever find one good enough to permanently fix my brain chemistry. Letting myself feel, accepting myself as I am, and taking that deep breath to realize my thoughts are my own, and that most people are understanding; these are all things I use.

You deserve those friendships, Anon. You deserve that happiness from reaching out, and I can guarantee you that you'll bring others that same joy by interacting with them too. With that, I offer you free range to come into my inbox at any time, my DMs, and my discord (if we're not already friends on there! :D Feel free to friend me: SpiritDaddyYone#8204) and talk to me about ANYTHING you want. League, RP, plots, what you ate for breakfast--I would be more than happy to make another friend, and be one of your supports up that long hill.

You're enough just as you are, always.

[bytchysylvy]

base wing joint can be lifted up and down on a track from the engine room. It does have to be operated manually by an engineer for a pilot with enough zoomies to abandon controls to a teenager for a few seconds.

ignore the fact i forgot the slat on the one wing, whatever, we dont break in this household anyway.

cross section of the main room. undercarriage where the gun was mounted now serves as uuuuuh vegetable transportation space. there would've been two more gun mounted by the doors but these structures have since been removed and replaced with simple benches and non-ammo overhead storage.

foot placement and possible angles, the each root has two rails with hinges connecting them, allowing for both convex and concave bending to adapted to uneven ground. Im not super enthused about it but im too lazy to do anything about it rn lol. Most important thing is that it is not a fixed, can be tilted, raised, land on hills while remaining level, ect. This is meant to make it easier to perform maintenance of the undercarriage. Being a war machine there was never the guarantee of a proper port with the necessary lifts to get under it.

book 2 alex got hydrel to infodump all this information but now his tummy hurt and he has to go home, right when casarin came back too : ( ough : (

hydraulic door lift, so it raises and lowers smoothly, reservoir tucked into the wall along with the wiring

the way the steps work is there's wires that are pulled taught when the door is lowered and keeps them at the right angle regardless of the angle of the door (until the door is lifted upward anyway). "that sounds like it'd be unstable and prone the breaking" yeah. it is. also sometimes wires get loose and you get wobbly steps. and these types of steps are known for low weight limits. but one of the protagonists is literally a mechanic so lmao.

clearer image of wires that travel form the engine room to cockpit in the foot bay of the ship.

[nuclearnerves]

INCOMING VAMPIRE AU THOUGHTS

Don't mind me I'm finally getting the ideas I had on this shit out so I can actually go forward with developing it as an AU. It's my usual mixup of fps protags, Gordon Guy and John, but I'm starting with Gordon as the Vampire and Guy as the Vampire Hunter.

absolute beast of a wall of text under the cut

What If Being A Vampire Literally Sucks All The Time Forever like chronic pain sucks. like THAT level of sucks. Like Here's what I was thinking of. Being a vampire isn't just "being alive forever but you need to drink human blood" It's like Oh man I have some lore you look at vampires and their main thing is that they're blood suckers right so lets start with a corpse dead body. cadaver. no longer with us. just some rotting meat. The brain needs oxygen as fuel. The blood supplies the oxygen through blood. The blood is pumped through the heart. The blood is made by your bone marrow. You die. Your heart stops beating Blood stops pumping Brain no longer has oxygen to think marrow stops making blood thats standard! Now, becoming undead, as a vampire, is a little more complicated. The long and short of it is: your body is FIGHTING ACTIVELY to be alive against all odds and wins every time (immortality), but it hurts the whole way

I have the gist of it. It's like. Your heart stops. By all means, you should be dead. but the magic kicks in, and you're still thinking. Your brain is still sending signals to your muscles to move. But using what oxygen to move? whats burning in you? You don't know but you know it's just enough to get to your next meal. So you ferociously eat something, and then find you can't swallow. You can't make saliva. You barely have the energy to chew, and once you DO get something in your stomach, it immediately comes back up. Why can't you feel your pulse? What's going on? You're out of options so you figure you might as well just lie down and die. You're too tired to keep going anyway. So you do, you lie down, and you close your eyes, and you quietly hope that death is as peaceful as sleep. You realize you've actually been moving around without breathing, which makes sense because you can barely flex your diaphragm for more than a shaky wheeze. How are you thinking with such little oxygen? But as you fade from consciousness, you can feel something in you, and it's so upset, it's crying, it's filled with grief, and you instantly can tell it's your skeleton. It's your bones. You're distraught down to your marrow. You're dying. You're dying! Your heart stopped and you have no more blood! You need blood! You need blood to move! To breathe! To think! You try to breath deep again for the voices in your bones, trying to comfort them, to sooth them with the repetitive motion in your lungs, trying to fill yourself with anything but grief, but they keep wailing. We make the blood, our creation, our child, what we put all of our work into is gone! gone! gone! We need it back! Anything! All of it! Find it! Bring it back to us! We're hungry! WE'RE HUNGRY!

and once you find yourself too exhausted to listen, to think, how badly you wish just to die already to cease hearing this wailing, you find your body moving without you. And it's hungry and it's searching and it's crawling on all fours and it misses its beautiful red life that made it feel so full before and it needs it back, and the next thing you know you're desperately grabbing anything with blood in it and shoving it in your mouth in a desperate attempt to sooth this cry for life, you don't want to die, you don't want to die, you worked so hard to keep up this body and craft it and LIVE with it and you're not going to go, and even when you try, even when you try to lay down and die, your body refuses, it takes the reigns, and it keeps up the work itself with or without your help. And it's not until your stomach is full and your teeth are stained and you feel a pulsating burning in your bones that you snap back awake, completely conscious, just fine. You're lucid, you don't feel any more pain. Everything around you is dead and drained and messy and your heart still isn't beating. but you can breathe now and holy shit you guess you literally need to kill to survive and the less you eat and the more you starve yourself the worse it gets when your body finally decides to take recourse.

my idea was like. "the vampires curse is actually stored in the bones, thats why the teeth get so sharp and also theres a connection between blood and bones with the creation via bone marrow" its literally like i was sitting there thinking "no no no, whats it like to be a vampire. what neurosis would you develop. How would you panic? What are common mistakes beginner vampires make" which, by the way, gordon is a beginner vampire

so now you gotta factor, what blood lasts for how long? how long can you go between meals? not only that, but what creatures satisfy the urge? How long can you go avoiding human blood? Does it work like drugs where you develop a resistance to the high, or is it like food where it will keep you moving until you eat again? How the fuck are you gonna get your hands on blood? Can you just eat raw meat? Does that count? and thats where im at lol

OKAY now. now thoughts on beginning scenes of vampire au

So my idea was this Doomguy is a vampire hunter independent and one of his buds says that some freak scared and almost attacked his daughter when she got too close to his old abandoned laboratory up the hill and hes like “he might be… you know… a problem. if you needed a lead” and guys like yeah i fuckin hate the undead ill kill this dude so he busts into old lab space and sees so many dead animals its actually mostly Bones and pelt that hes seeing piles of feathers etc so hes like yeah this is all telltale signs of vampire uhhh hes introduced to gordon SOMEHOW im not totally sure of the details but the working idea i have is guy falls into a trap gordon devised that restrains him suspended in wire or something and gordon like. limps/stumbles into the room and this dude looks haggard he’s breathing heavy, his cheeks are hollow, he’s bug-eyed and shaking while looking at this massive wall of meat in his trap and he bares a bunch of hideous teeth and grits them and looks like hes really struggling with somethin... Like if these dudes don't know each other then Gordon might give in and try to drain Guy, and Guy would absolutely do anything in his power to turn this new vampire into ash, im thinking the inclusion if g-man as a coven leader can fix both issues.

i like the idea of guy falling into gordons trap and gordon thinking about what to do with him before gman shows up and whisks gordon away for a “meeting” while complimenting him on his good work catching the most feared vampire hunter in the country and gman just leaving guy suspended in wires that he has to fight his way out of. Instant situation defuser.

Guy ends up needing to take care of other monsters before going back to Gordon, and he DOES plan to go back to gordon, because no vampire is a good one, especially not one associated with the fucking head of a coven, but next time he sees Gordon, Gordon helps him out of a scrape by attacking and draining a combine who was going to take Guy out or something and escaping before Guy can catch him, or otherwise seeing Gordon do something good with his insane undead powers and like, the third time he meets up with him is when they can actually talk, and Gordons fuckin SO haggard, he’s not even fighting back and he’s even going as far as to say “just make sure theres nothing of me left when you’re done, I don’t want anyone else getting hurt”

Side Note: Guy has a bunch of scarring on his body from dealing with vampires, cops, ghosts, werewolves, anything violent that kills people. I'm playing with the inkling of an idea that he has Divine Blood in him, so that any time something undead bites him or tries to drink his blood, it burns. We'll see.

Side Note 2: now i really like the idea of the combine actually being an organized faction of vampire hunters that are WICKED crooked and exploit people for all their worth in exchange for their “safety” when they kill a vampire They’re essentially loansharks and Guy fucking hates them and hates the name theyve given to vampire hunting

Side Note 3: You've probably noticed that I haven't said anything about John yet! He's in this too. His species is a surprise but I need to get to him later I have an idea for where he came from (Cortana too)

I still need a good reason for Guy to not instantly kill this vampire, if not it's just gonna be "Gordon Freeman escapes the countrys best vampire hunter like a seventh time" every time they meet and they end up being rivals. And it gives Guy enough time to look past the whole "undead monster" thing and start looking at the "Oh this dude figured out how to fight his ridiculous craving for blood in a way more humane than most and is actually staying out of peoples way and keeping to himself. Guess he's not that big of a threat but I still need to keep an eye on him in case he loses it. Turns out he's got a family (Probably Alyx, Eli, Issac and Barney) who's been lookin for him and cares about him as well, don't wanna hurt them". I like the idea of them ending up needing to team up to take out undead together.

And that's what I got so far!!!

[curious-menace]

Telltale riddler X reader

as promised

synopsis 

you are a meta human with healing/mending powers, mostly new to gotham and a little out of the loop. you usually work in a hospital but you've headed to the scrapyard after work to find some useful parts to repair and few side projects. that's when you find a most unusual box buried under the trash.

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Scrounger they called you. Scavenger, trash rat people said. You didn't care, desperate times call for desperate measures.  Since waller came to town, Gothams villainous underclass could hardly scratch their ass without her knowing. You weren't a criminal, far from it. You were a meta human; a healer, a mender of broken things. Your powers could put anything back together: from bones and minds to fenders and fixtures . Heroes and villains alike came to you ; for aid, for repairs and occasionally, just for the attention. That’s what brought you back to the junkyard night after night. Things were becoming scarce, it was harder to find parts to fix things, even harder to find the supplies to fix people. You had some equipment, but right now you were barely keeping the lights on. So off to the gotham trash heap You went, slipping the gate guard some home made cake to keep his mouth closed while you picked through for something usable. Decent things could be repaired, repaired things could be sold. 

You were about to call it quits when you saw it. A Coffin, or at least you thought so . Hopefully it was just a storage pod, maybe with goodies in it. But this was Gotham and luck wasn't on your side: no one ever threw away anything good. Finding a dead body would put you out on the wrong side of midnight and you were in no mood to deal with the gcpd. You hated late nights.

It wouldn't have been so out of place in your day job, people tended to die in hospitals. But after hours? rummaging through a scrap heap for spare parts? now that was concerning. You nearly ignore it, make a mental note to call the cops and head on your merry way back home.  But You can't; the temptation of supplies is too great to ignore. Besides, even if it was a body, the thought of someone being thrown away like garbage is too much to handle. “Just a peak” You promised yourself, just to make sure it’s not a body. You can always come back tomorrow if it’s anything good.

It takes you a while to clear all the rubbish from the lid. It was buried under weeks if not months of trash and refuse. The thought of a person winding up like this made your stomach turn. You’d heard of people winding up in dumps before, but usually they were in pieces, maybe in a suitcase or a fridge. You’d never heard of a whole casket turning up in one.

not till now at least. 

Up close, it does look more like a fridge. It's cold to the touch too, colder than it should be in mid september. A thin layer of condensation is trickling out of the seams, a faint red battery light flickers every now and then. You stick your thumbs into the slim opening and pull. The lid doesn’t budge. Frustrated you stand back in your precarious foothold in the trash, cans and bottles rolling to the ground from under your feet. You could pull it down to ground level, have a better standing to pry it open. But disturbing the trash mountain could bury you and the box before you ever get a look inside. 

Running your hands along the edge, you look for a way in. There’s what looks like a turn dial on top, like on an old safe. Could it be that easy? You flipped up the handle and pressed your ear to the cold metal to listen for the gentle click of mechanical parts. You’re about to start turning when the box hisses, frigid air ruffles your hair and sends a shiver down your spine. The box begins to unfurl, spider like latches spread out snagging your jeans as they went. “Damn it!”  you swore, grabbing at your shin as a thin trickle of blood made its way down and into your boot. That was your last good pair of trousers too.  You lent against the edge of the box for balance to examine the cut. But when your hand brushed something soft, you froze in place. Mousey  brown hair tinged silver at the roots, a domino masked face fixed in place by rigor mortis.  

As you feared; A body.

You might have suspected as much, but it still wasn't a pleasant find. The man looked as though he was sleeping, only a few patches of bruising, a little decay and a thin layer of frost that covered his body suggested otherwise . Fans whirled, frost began to evaporate from his skin leaving it a sickly gray. But this poor soul wasn't the only horrifying thing about the coffin. All along the inner walls were deep gouges that could only have been made by him “god…” you murmured crouching down beside him. A quick glance at his bloodied hands confirmed the worst; whoever this was, they’d been alive when they’d been put inside. “poor thing.” you reach out to gently thumb a split just under his eye “who did this to you?” Between your thumb and his face there was a tiny, almost imperceptible blue spark.

Now. you would by no means call yourself an expert, but you weren't fumbling in the dark with your powers. You could fix a lot of wounds, most non fatal injuries. But you’d never brought someone back from the dead.

Especially not by accident.

When your hand made contact, the person jolted awake like they’d been hit by lightning. The man lurched to life, gasping like he hasn't breathed in weeks. Colour came flooding back to his face as he claws at the air for purchase.  He whips around frantically, face smeared with dry blood and green eyes faintly milky in colour “HOLY SHIT!” You yelled. Panicked he throws himself over the edge of the coffin, knocking you back in the process. Together you tumble down the rubbish pile landing in a heap at the bottom “ow.” you breathe, hoping the pain you feel is just a bruise forming and not cracked ribs. As the dust settles you heave yourself upright, looking around for the man “ shit.” you murmur watching him squirm away, obviously scared and confused out of his mind. He face-planted in the dirt  once more as he makes stuttering attempts to get to his feet, barely managing to crawl along the ground. He’s hyperventilating, head on a swivel as he tries to take in every angle at once “hey” you call, lifting yourself up “ are you hurt?!”  The man twists around on the spot to look at you, face a picture of terror “n-nuh!” he holds up a hand in defence as he tries to back away“st-stay awa-aw- its ok!” he has a shard of broken glass clutched in his hands, so tightly they’ve started to bleed. Or so you think, It's hard to tell with all the blood that is already staining his clothes. Despite all logic telling you to run for the hills, you crouched down to his level, hands out to show you meant no threat “ i'm not going to hurt you” you soothed staying very still.

As quickly  as he had sprung to life, he suddenly went motionless again. He sagged the rest of the way to the ground, whimpering like a kicked animal as he retracts his hands to his chest. He’s making noise, muttering incoherently, his eyes flickering left and right blindly and unseeing. He’s wide awake but nowhere near conscious. The lights are on but it seems like no one's home. 

Sighing deeply you roll your shoulders.

This was going to be a late night. 

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its only part 1! please dont hate me, ill be working on the rest as soon as i post this.  also im a little bit sorry for torturing riddler like this. 

and im going to make it worse because im terrible >:)

[theravencawsatmidnight]

A Kings Touch

part Four

Reader is chosen to be Katsukis wife whos only purpose is to give him a son. He has lived for many many years and never once been given one forcing him to kill his wives and children. A curse has been put on him without his knowledge. And maybe you can finally break it.

Art by @knifeewifee 💞

The way into town was easy enough, just a little trip down the hill from the castle. It was a town you had never been to but you were not worried because after all, the King was with you. Maybe it was him you needed to worry about. Kirishima had given you a straw basket and some money along with some trade goods in case the money ran out. Katsuki was less than thrilled to accompany you but its not like he was going to be doing anything else besides sulking and breaking things in his castle.  The whole trip there he was silent walking in front of you, his cape swaying at the bottom with every step, he seemed to be in a rush.

   The town was little and mostly a trade market with stands full of merchants and traders looking for good people to haggle with. Everyone you and Katsuki passed bowed to him  , they all looked scared of the King , you even heard whispering from a few of them as you passed.

“He has a new wife.”

“That poor soul”

“Lets pray she gives him a son” 

“Rotten people..”

“My King?” you asked, catching up to him.

“Silence!” he turned and grabbed your arm staring you down.”get whatever you need and be quick about it , and get peppers too “ Katsuki let go of your arm grinding his teeth at you.

“Yes My King..do you ..do you mind getting some flour and dough..”

“Excuse me..?” he leaned down to your level with his hands on his hips smirking”are you telling me what to do ?”

“No My King, never… it will just be quicker if we split up..”

“tch. “ He stood up turning away from you not saying anything as he walked away.

You placed your hand over your chest to still your beating heart for a minute. “I need… peppers.. Rosemary..some meat.. I dont know if the kitchen is stocked.. Maybe get more than i need”  And so you started the shopping .

It was really fun for you actually. Meeting new people even if they were a little scared of you or asking a bunch of questions about you and the King. you answered with a warm smile and some reassurance, sure you were still thinking about the witch.. But the people needed to feel safe too.  Some people gave you extra goods out of fear and some gave you extra because you were so nice and gentle with them. The basket was becoming heavy and you still had more to do . Where was the King?

“I said it taste horrible!” 

You turned to your left hearing a rough voice and saw him yelling at a old woman who sold fruit. 

“Well..i”

“I should have you burned at the stake for this !”

“My King!” you hurried to him placing the basket by your feet and taking the fruit from him peeling it . “My King you dont eat the skin, here” you held up the fruit to him and he snatched it taking a bite, his expression quickly changed once he bit into it. “whatever, get a few” he turned away to look for a place to get peppers. You sighed bowing to the woman apologizing and she gave you a ton of the fruit out of fear.

 “Ugn.. heavy..” you picked the backset up with two hands and found a shady spot to sit under a tree to wait for the King.

 Katsuki returned to you with a sack ove his shoulder , he threw it down on the ground and sat down by you eating a pepper.

“My King is that all…?”

“Yes” another big bite. “Are we done? Im growing tired of these chores”

“ yes i just need to uhm get..dough”

“Well go get it” another bite

Slowly you got up leaving the King to dig into the sack for another pepper watching you make your way around the market. Not once had his previous wives asked him to accompany them when they went out, most of them ran off and Kirishima had to track them down and eat them. Or he would go himself and torture them till they were sobbing and apologizing over and over. But here you were, asking him to go with you to do Help work. He had to laugh.

He watched you scurry around looking for the dough for a few minutes, his eyes wandered to some kids nearby kicking a ball around for fun. He squeezed the pepper making the juices slip down his fingers to his wrist. “Rotten people.. Dont know how good they have it..” he said with a scowl on his face.

  Finally, you were able to find the baker and he happily gave you some dough for bread. You thanked him and felt happy, you had everything you needed and could finally get back to the castle.  You were halfway to Katsuki when the ball hit your leg. The kids ran over but stopped halfway when they saw it was you. Katsuki watched closely at the kids and you, he was ready to get up and interfere but his eyes got big and he sat back down.

  You kneeled down offering them the ball and the two kids shook their heads.

“The King will be mad!!”

“He will hurt us!!’

It was a little boy and girl, siblings maybe. 

 “I would never allow that little ones,”

“You.. you wouldn't?” asked the girl

“Never” 

“The King is scary” the boy said, loud enough for Katsuki to hear

 You set the ball down and held your hands out to them . “would you like to meet him properly? “

“Scared!!” yelled the girl

“He will eat us!!”

You tilted your head . “eat .. you?”

“The King can turn into a dragon and eat naughty children!!”

 “Well thats a new one.. I'm not familiar with that story” you sat down and the kids sat with you telling you all about this tale.

 Ah, they must think Katsuki can turn into a dragon like Kirishima. By now the kids were sitting on your lap telling you more silly tales and you couldn't help but giggle at these little folk tales, the stories you heard of King Katsuki were much more gruesome and deadly, probably because you were a candidate for his bride to be. 

Katsuki was fed up with what he had heard these two damn children say. He should call Kirishima right now and have him scare the living hell out of them, who the hell was making up these stories? Him eating children? The hell? Katsuki grabbed hold of the sack and the damn basket getting up going to you .

“Are you done?” he asked with bitterness on his tongue.

“Hes gonna eat us!!” they both yelled . the kids jumped off your lap and you quickly grabbed them and sat down behind them. 

“ sh sh.. Just say hello”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at your actions and saw how terrified the kids looked. He rolled his eyes putting the sack and basket down , everyone gasped when he kneeled down. “Hello…” he said to them, not looking at them.

The little girl tugged her brother, “ hes not eating us?”

“I know!”

“I dont eat kids… they…..” he scratched his head glancing at you quickly then elsewhere. “They give me bad breath..”

The kids laughed very loudly and a few people nearby did too , he grinded his teeth together looking at you again to see you chuckling and saying goodbye to the kids, they grabbed their ball and ran off elsewhere . you turned to the King and he stood up grabbing the items again. 

“Castle. And not a word out of you the entire way” he ordered . You got up fixing your clothes and followed the King from behind with a smile on your face.

Meanwhile at the Castle , Kirishima was in the chained up room observing a Lunar Tear inside a glass case, all of its petals had fallen out and the flower had been dying, he smiled when he saw a single new petal grow out of the flower...

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@marshmallow-witch​ @fukyouthink​

[smalltragedy]

* ryan destiny, cis woman + she/her | you know kira blake, right? they’re twenty four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, ever? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to babooshka by kate bush like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole lazily stretched out in a ray of light, daisy shaped irises and daisy chain braids, performing an intricate dance to move the ocean's waves thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 31st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 22, est, they/them )

hllo ive hd kira in my head fr a bit bt i also know ntohing abt her! this is me winging it even though i hv no right to <3 this is my third character maybe whose birthday is in honor of ella n coincidentally 2/3 of them r in this rp. yea im messy smirks sexily.

DEATH, GRIEF, DRUGS TW

mini playlist.

wuthering heights ;; kate bush / babooskha ;; kate bush / dreams ;; fleetwood mac / california dreamin’ ;; the mamas & the papas / lavender moon ;; haroula rose / time of the season ;; the zombies / after the storm ;; kali uchis / left hand free ;; alt-j / always forever ;; cults / wait a minute! ;; willow / your dog ;; soccer mommy.

statistics.

full name: kira blake

nickname(s): keely.

birthday: october 31st, 1996.

zodiac: scorpio sun, cancer moon, aquarius ascending. 

mbti & temperament: esfp & catalyst / sanguine. 

label: the ebullient.

sexuality: bisexual.

pinterest.

biography.

born to two original hippies which hs pretty much set up who kira is fr the rest of her life <3 the type of ppl who didnt like the boundaries of marriage n held off frm it fr as long as possible until theyd hd a spur of the moment elopement involving a celebrity impersonator at fannie’s <3 yea theyre lesbians lets go <3

nvr rly took things srsly until kira ws like 5 yrs old n then they were like ah gee ah fuck we probably shld probably settle settle. n they job hopped n worked many odd jobs until they found their footing in careers they liked n one of them probably does like. blown glass art. n the other prob fixes old computers n other ~vintage~ mementos of the past fr ppl.

they make a decent living n they live in delpinius heights n they try a few times fr another kid bt it nvr rly works out (raises an eyebrow. adopted siblings anyone?) n fr the most part kira as a child spends her time running around town and tugging on the hem of other’s shirts to ask them small favors (mostly to play a game with her)

often left unsupervised as a kid, bt not in the way tht her parents dnt care (bc her parents love her a lot a lot a lot like she is their world) bt in the way tht they simply raised her the way they were raised. running amuck all day n coming home jst in time fr dinner, front porch light always on, cat always waiting faithfully on their stoop.

pretty evident frm a young age tht kira’s mind saw things differently, in a different light - the world an array of light n mystery n sound n taste n sometimes those collided n created new experiences. prob hs some form of synsthesia bt dnt ask me which one yet. she’s a painting prodigy with an excellent understanding of color theory.

always ws known as a kind of like. rambunctious kid. a well meaning class clown who cld nt keep her mouth shut fr the life of her. grew up constantly with a yellow card beneath her name in school bt ws always well liked by her teachers n classmates alike.

jst a very bright child who did well naturally bt always ws turned more towards art.

feel like her parents very noticeably turned a cheek when she started smoking weed w the cool older kids when she ws 13. the type of person who wnts 2 b liked so bad she’d jump over a hurdle fr it. hs jumped over many hurdles n many fences n many other obstacles to be liked bt does it without breaking a sweat.

(edit: nw tht i think abt it hwevr i dnt think she does tht anymore i think while a bit of a mess atm she. likes herself. n doesnt rly want or need the approval of others anymore she jst does her own little thing. bt when she ws younger? she jst wnted 2 b friends w the entire world.)

nothing bad rly happened fr like. a good bit of her life. got into psychedelics at some point in high school n tht only heightened her artistic abilities. most of her high school art portfolio ws probably done while high bt <3 does it matter.

hd a high school sweetheart n they were pretty serious like. full on in love. a total believer of soulmates kira ws jst like. this is the one. there is nobody else i cn imagine my life with.

death tw

death tw

death tw.

death n grief tw // yea. sometime during their freshmen year of college. car incident. kira ws nvr the same though she’d like to pretend tht nothing’d ever happened. like theyd nvr existed. like she didnt plan out their entire lives together hiking thru hills n valleys n boating across various bodies of water n traveling together until they were old n wrinkly. end of death tw //

cld nt explain 2 u why kira hd bought a van n completely demolished it only to drain all of her savings remodeling it bt nw she lives in it by the beach. hd dreams of travelling the world bt cannot go long distances in a car without feeling sick. sees planes n feels envy. stopped painting fr a long time bt she’s started back up recently. took on surfing. told her parents tht it ws fine n tht she ws fine n theyre concerned bt shes always by the beach, her van rarely leaves. she’s trying her best bt its only been a few yrs n i think ppl cn sense tht shes jst nt the same cheerful girl as they once knew. end of grief tw //

anyways. tugs on my collar. tht’s kira! she lives on the beach n surfs everyday n is obsessed with daisies n is prob growing her own shrooms somewhere. 

personality & facts.

always been very emotional n a little dramatic. nt a drama queen bt is a little messy n does not hv like. many rational thoughts up in there. very cup full or cup empty.

regardless though she hs an. overall reputation fr jst being. enjoyable to be around. her her little moments bt shes also pretty like. laidback. in a way. KDSHFSDLKHGHFLKSD

prob bc she smokes a lot or is often <3 on a trip if u know wht i mean <3

god. got obsessed with the 60s n 70s aesthetic at some point n hs not gone back evr. big fan of psychedelic rock. is a prodigy painter bt her life dream outside of traveling ws always to own her own record label. hs nt happened yet, maybe will never happen? works at a record shop though n does hide the good vinyls tht she wants away frm the customers.

very cheerful n usually uplifting n she doesnt like to b negative around others bt smtms she cnt control it n smtms thinks tht ppl r out 2 get her jst out of. anxiety. hs long bouts where she’ll sit in a still sort of sadness n then shake out of it n hop back into conversation like nothing’s happened bt. its fine we’re fine kira is fine.

shes not gullible or naive bt wants to believe tht everybody hs a heart of gold even if its false. keeps giving ppl second chances bc she hs a savior complex n thinks she cn change ppl.

is very into zodiac n will judge u by ur chart. knows everybody in town’s natal chart. even newcomers. it’s a little scary hw quick she finds this information bt its very important to her.

kind of like. into spirituality bt i wont lie its very surface level n a little superficial. learning tarot cards bt cannot fr the life of her memorize the meanings so smtms she jst makes up things on the spot. hs so many crystals she will not stop buying them.

i think a part of her is desperately trying to cling onto tht like. think positive. self care. msg thts super prevalent online without addressing or actually helping any of her problems. it is her flaw </3

hates to admit when she needs help. wld rather do everything herself.

head is a little in the clouds n her parents r a little concerned fr her bc shes nt rly doing much rn bt like. she jst needs time i think. shes jst doing her little thing.

does not give up on ppl easily she absolutely hates dropping ppl frm her life even if she grows 2 resent them over time which is bad bc she is bad at hiding when she is upset at someone or when she doesnt like someone.

like shes jst passive aggressive abt it n does not properly communicate <3

bt this is rare i think ... negative feelings abt other ppl

self centered bt not selfish if tht makes sense. she will do things fr others without a problem n sometimes trips over herself 2 do it bt at the end of the day i think she cares abt herself the most.

hs only been in love once bt hs hd many infatuations n many like. admirations n very surface level feelings. her body is a temple n she loves 2 b worshipped.

prob does fkn. beach yoga. probably vegan bt also maybe breaks tht every once in a while. almost noncommittal its hard 2 distinguish between her being carefree, not taking care of herself, or jst hving commitment issues? flaky or not? who knows.

feels jst a bit too strongly bt tries to contain it. jst full of multitudes or smth. idk. icon <3

like. cares bt doesnt care. does thinks tht r purposely self destructive n then acts like shes like. cool girl monologue frm gone girl. bt does it while being like peace n luv on earth x

ok thts all i hv goodbye

wanted plots.

a pseudonym 2 fool ‘em... ;; jst hd this idea pop up bt i like the idea of kira going undercover 2 expose cheaters. whether she does this on her own accord or is personally requested by smbdy is up in the air. a plottable point. she h8s cheaters n is chaotic good she prob thinks shes the relationship vigilante testing the strengths of other’s relationships. once again she cld b. specifically going undercover fr smbdy 2 help them out. im sure she wldnt go 2 very. extensive srs measures like actually. sleeping w the assumed-cheaters bt once again. world is our oyster n i lov drama?

crystal visions ... ;; once again. shes super into crystals n astrology n she will base sm of her opinions of others on it. this is nt just abt her being judgmental of others bt also jst. catching her running around in the rain trying sooo hard 2 fkn. charge her crystals in the rainwater bc she forgot 2 charge them under the full moon the night b4. this is her giving wrong tarot readings. she hs no idea wht shes doing at any given time bt acts like she does know. acts like she knows the entire world. she gives crystals as gifts n will do ur natal chart for u bt will also pack her things n leave if ur a capricorn.

time of the season... ;; i dnt knw admittedly. this song’s abt being horny so perhaps? perhaps. kira isnt rly able to keep a grasp on long term relationships rn due to. factors in her life so she hops frm person 2 person often. smtms jst flings smtms its jst a relationship accidentally led on. shes noncommittal n a little flaky atm when she’s usually ride or die fr others. perhaps this is all in the name of some good fun! world? oyster. 

literally anything .dsfskhdkgs ;; god. shes so new i jst dnt know. childhood friends. current friends. friends shes hd frever. enemies n ex lovers n ppl shes constantly pushing away or scorned lovers or both or anything?? she pushed them out of the roller rink to make more room fr herself or maybe they did tht to her. perhaps theyre both constantly pursuing some sort of fkn. meaning in their lives tht they cnt quite grasp. mayb they go on an acid trip together. who knows.