#is this what i think is going to happen?horror

[galaxy-sharks-and-bottled-ships]

Oh absolutely. I don't know why it's done this way either. It's dumb and archaic and it really doesn't make much sense to me either.

Honestly, I think a ton of my beef with the guy isn't just that he cheated a system but that he scammed the community after spending years tearing every other station's reputation in the area down and convincing the entire community that everyone else was a scam. Like one guy got arrested for something and Elmore was bragging about it the next day on air. He had actual goons follow people around and threaten others.

One time my sister's dog Raven had barked the whole night and we couldn't figure out why at first until the next day when Dad went out to check the transmitter and tower. He noticed someone had tried to literally cut our coax with a saw. The cable had cut marks all over it. Arguably, whoever it was is probably lucky they failed because that's a pretty decent amount of electricity going through that wire....

Anyways, we didn't have to question why we found our dog poisoned to death a few days later.

This sort of stuff happened often too. Elmore was literally cousins with the main criminal cases judge. No one could touch him. It didn't help he had half the town wrapped around his finger and the other half too terrified to say anything against him.

He ruined reputations and businesses with anyone who didn't do what he wanted. He once ticked off one of his former goons so badly the guy sent dad a screenshot of Elmore making fun of everyone in town. He admittedly to intentionally lying and making crap up about people. He was blatantly racist, sexist, and homophobic in those screenshots. Calling the women who ran the business that advertised with him raging bitches with too much money and not enough brains. Flinging the N-word around like it was just another word.

And the worst part about all of it was the guy admitted even he was too scared to go after Elmore even with screenshots of the conversations. Because he'd already tried to show one business the things that Elmore had been saying about them but was accused of faking the screenshots. Of faking the texts when he pulled them up in his phone.

Brett Elmore was the Local Good Ole boy. The darling of the county. He could do no wrong in any one's eyes as far as a lot of people were concerned. He was the definition of having Good Ole Boy connections. Cousins with a judge and several deputies. His wife had connections with several churches and in the South that means a ton.

It's a whole... Thing for our family. He tried his absolute best to destroy our business and he so very nearly succeeded. We literally ended up moving because of him.

But! Anyways!

THE HORRORS!: Somewhat fairly cleaned up recently actually.

A ton of rewiring is being done and as you can see dad has been diligently cleaning it up lol. He's been trying to neatly rewire things so they aren't all tangled up and can be zip tied carefully. A picture of the front just for the sake of getting to show it off lol.

“What do you mean the tower is gone? Are you sure you’re in the right place? I actually used more colorful words than that,” Brett Elmore recounted to NBC News. “He said there’s wires all over the ground and the tower is gone.”

[kissandtellus]

Hellooo ^⁠_⁠^ can you please write like a short story about the mc's child hearing clapping and weird noises at night HIHIHIHIHJIJI if yk, yk. And like asking them about it and Iike "Daddy why is mommy begging to spanked?" AHAHHAHAH I just wanted to see sylus react to that question and how it'll play out. Thank you (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

The Birds & The Bees: LADS Edition

Synopsis: Your kids overhear interesting noises and your husband acts like he’s about to kill over.

Warnings: LI’s are embarrassing, Caleb’s contains smut, Sorta crack-ish, Fluff.

☁︎｡Zayne

It’s a bright and early Sunday morning. The birds are chirping the sun is shining, and your 3 year old….she looks a hot mess.

Her little hair is sticking up all over the place as she rubs her tired eyes with a balled up fist. Zayne, who is sipping his coffee and reading a newspaper, raises an eyebrow.

You frown and slide a pancake on her plate. “My poor girl…”

Zayne observes your daughter's entire personality shift, considering she was usually so bubbly and talkative in the morning.

"What happened?" he asks, a hint of concern in his voice. "Why couldn't she sleep?"

He takes a seat next to the little one, gently stroking her hair to offer comfort.

"You need more sleep, sweetie," he says, looking at her with a gentle smile. "You can't stay up late every night."

Your daughter huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “W-well it’s Mommy’s fault! She kept asking Baba for ‘more’! Baba, I thought we weren’t ‘sposed to be greedy!?”

Zayne nearly spits out his coffee. He stutters over his words and clears his throat.

"Your mommy doesn't know when to stop, does she?" he says, giving you a playful wink.

"You know, even grown-ups like to indulge a little sometimes. It's not about greed, it's about having a good time."

He reaches out and tousles your daughter's hair.

"But you're right, too much 'more' can keep you awake at night. Maybe next time, we'll have to set a bedtime."

You, on the other hand, are so red in the face you just want to pass away. “Sweetheart, what all did you hear?”

Zayne smirks, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.

"Oh no, now you're worried?" he teases lightly before turning back to your daughter. "Alright, tiny eavesdropper—what exactly did Mommy say?"

Your daughter puffs her cheeks in thought before mimicking in a (terribly inaccurate) high-pitched voice- "'Zaaayyne~! One more time! Pleeease!'"

He barely holds back a laugh as you bury your face in your hands. "...Well. That’s enough syrup on your pancakes for the next decade."

☁︎｡ Sylus

Sylus is playing dolls with your daughter while you lounge in a nearby chair reading a book. Everything is well, before your little girl starts mimicking a VERY SPECIFIC sound you make when having…alone time with her father.

Your face flushes red.

“Sweetheart? Where did you hear that sound?”

Sylus stopped halfway, still in the midst of brushing the doll's hair, his gaze shifting from the doll to you in disbelief. The moment you mentioned the sound, it took a few seconds before the realization washed over his face. The brush slipped from his hand as his eyes widened.

A look of pure horror mixed with an underlying hint of humor flashed across his features as he slowly turned to his daughter.

"Sweetie.. Where did you hear that noise..?" He repeated your question, sitting the doll aside.

Your daughter only points a tiny finger directly at her father before going back to playing with the dolls, completely oblivious.

Sylus freezes like a deer in headlights, his ruby eyes darting from your daughter to you, the silence stretching as he internally debates between playing dumb or bribing everyone involved into forgetting this ever happened.

"Uh. Hah. Funny story—I think she got it from… Mephisto? Yeah, the crow. Crows can mimic sounds, right?" He flashes you that stupidly charming grin. “Definitely the bird."

Your daughter suddenly claps her tiny hands together and, in the sweetest, most innocent baby voice possible, squeals-

"Daddy’s kitten s’sooo good for him!"

Sylus chokes on air mid-grin—his entire face turning the same shade as his ruby eyes. He slowly looks at you, then back at her.

"Okay. New plan. We move countries. Tonight." He scoops up your daughter under one arm like a football and gestures dramatically toward the door with his free hand. "Pack light—we’ll fake our deaths in Switzerland."

Sylus is now frantically packing up his entire gun collection, muttering about witness protection programs and the Swiss Alps. Your daughter, thrilled by the adventure, is giggling and ‘helping’ by throwing her toys into the suitcases.

You stare at the chaotic scene, half-amused, half-apprehensive. You never thought that the sound you made during your intimate moments would spark an international family crisis.

“Switzerland, huh? Should I start learning German or just stick to 'meow' for communication?"

☁︎｡ Xavier

“Daddy, can I color the bear’s hat pink?” The younger twin asks as he reaches for the pink crayon. Your twin sons and Xavier were coloring at the dinner table while you cooked.

Xavier smiles, reaching out to pat his head. “You can color it whatever you like, baby.”

“Can I color my bunny yellow like my hair?” The older boy asks as he points to his messy, blonde mop-top.

Xavier nods. “Mhm, sure. And don’t you think I can’t hear you kicking your brother under the table, young man,” he added.

But then, the oldest twin mumbles and expletive when he accidentally colors outside of the line. “Shit!”

Xavier gasps, reaching out to put a finger to his son’s lips. “Hey, Language. Your mother would kill me if she heard you say that,” he sighed.

You looked over at your boys from the stove with a raised eyebrow. “What was that baby? Where did you hear that from?”

You asked your oldest son. The boy puffed out his cheeks. “I-I heard daddy say “Shit, you feel so good!’ last night!”

Xavier immediately choked on his own spit, face turning beet red as he slammed a hand over his son’s mouth again. Oh god oh god oh god—

"N-no! That’s—that’s not what happened!" He sputtered, flailing slightly before shooting you the most desperate, pleading look of his life.

His twin brother, ever the opportunist, perked up with a mischievous grin and chimed in: "Daddy said it when Mommy was making those weird noises too! Like ‘ughhhh Xavieraaaahhh~!’" He dramatically mimicked your voice (poorly) while flopping backwards in his chair like a swooning Victorian widow.

Xavier looked ready to combust on the spot. “Well it’s time for bed!” He yelped, scooping both giggling boys under each arm like footballs and sprinting for their room before they could spill more incriminating details. Over his shoulder, he hissed at you: "We are putting them in a boarding school!”

“They’ll—They’ll forget about it. It’s fine. Nothing happened,” Xavier reassured himself as he came back into the kitchen, though he sounded about as confident as a squirrel being chased by a big dog. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your shoulder.

“That’s not exactly what we were doing,” he added, though it was clear from the color of his ears that he wanted to change the subject. He kissed the lobe of your ear as if to plead for your forgiveness.

You smile up at your lover, brushing a piece of blonde hair away from those gorgeous blue eyes. “Oh? And what do you think I sounded like last night?”

"You sounded like you wanted to have a third kid," he joked with a playful grin on his face. He rested his head against your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close.

"Maybe I can get you to sound like that again?" He purred, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "The kids are asleep, you know."

☁︎｡ Rafayel

Rafayel had a small, soft smile on his face as he watched his 4 year old daughter paint.

She was currently painting a picture, and she was quite dedicated to this task.

Rafayel approached her, kneeling down next to her.

"How's the painting coming along, sweetheart?"

The little lilac haired girl gave him a grin with missing teeth. But then her little eyebrows furrowed at her father and Rafayel could immediately tell she wanted to ask a question.

Seeing the look on his daughter's face, Rafayel chuckled. He knew that look well.

"Alright, out with it, sweetheart. What do you want to ask?"

Rafayel nodded slowly.

"That's right, sweetheart. We're not supposed to hit."

He looked at her with concern, wondering why she was asking such a question. He wanted to make sure she understood the importance of avoiding physical violence whenever possible.

"Why do you ask? Did someone try to hit you?"

She huffed and shook her head. “No…but why were you hitting Mama last night?”

Rafayel felt his face flush crimson in an instant. His eyes widened as he choked on nothing but air, a coughing fit overtaking him for a moment.

"W-WHAT— No! Sweetheart, I wasn’t hitting Mama! I would never—"

He pinched the bridge of his nose with a strained sigh before kneeling down to her level again, voice softening into something both amused and mortified.

"...You must’ve heard us… wrestling. Mama and I were just playing. Like how you and your friends roughhouse sometimes."

Was this what karma felt like? Absolutely brutal.

The little girl stared up at him for a moment in thought. Then the confusion came back and Rafayel had to suppress another groan. She was too young to understand.

“Does wrestling make Mama cry?”

He felt like his brain had just short-circuited. It was true that you had a strong reaction to his… ‘assault’.

He scrambled to find the right words.

"It-- I-- Um--"

He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself.

“...Mama was just surprised. It’s nothing to worry about, I promise. Mama… likes the game."

"Oh God, I swear I’ll get you back for this,” Rafayel grumbled internally.

But his little one didn’t look convinced whatsoever. “B-but she kept sayin’ ‘too much, too much Raf!’ Over n over! ‘N Papa didn’t stop!”

Rafayel was now mentally composing his own eulogy. He was sure you would kill him when she found out about this conversation. His ears burned so hot he could probably melt steel with them.

"...Okay. That— That sounds bad, but I swear it wasn't!" He ruffled her hair nervously, voice dropping into a hushed whisper like this was some top-secret mission debrief. "You know how Mama exaggerates sometimes when we play? Like when you pretend the couch is lava? It's just... like that."

(Dear universe: Please let a meteor strike me down before Y/n hears about this.)

"Besides, if I actually made Mama cry for real," he added with exaggerated solemnity, “do you think she’d still kiss me goodnight?"

The little girl pondered and pondered. Eventually, she seemed satisfied with her father’s reasoning.

Then she went back to her painting, her little tongue poking out with concentration.

Rafayel was still worried about what she heard and how she would perceive it, but he couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s determination.

He ruffled her hair fondly and said, “You’re a good girl, sweetheart. Please don't tell Mama about this, okay? Daddy's going to be in big trouble if she finds out.”

☁︎｡ Caleb

Life was sweet.

You had a son who was now 7, all boyish charms and boy did he love his Mama.

But right now it was special alone time between ‘Mom and Dad’. Caleb had you bent over the bed, one of your own hands covering your mouth to stifle any noise while he drove into you from behind.

“A-ahh…Y/n…” he panted, his body pressing against yours. His breathing was heavy in an attempt to keep quiet, to keep the noises from waking your son from his sleep. “Y-you’re being too quiet,” he whispered with frustration, his hips bucking forward. “L-like this? I-I can’t tell if you like it.”

You try to block your moans with your hand, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “I-I don’t want to wake up our son. H-he’s grouchy when he doesn’t get his 8 hours.” You laugh between a pleasured sob.

He whined. “B-but, if I don’t hear you, I… I can’t tell how well I’m… mmm… doin’…” he said, the hand covering your mouth slipping away so he could entangle his fingers with yours.

“Come on, love. Just a lil’ louder f’me,” he urged. With his free hand he stroked your skin, mapping every single scar and dip . “It feels good, doesn’t it? You like it when I… mmm��� make you feel special, hmm? You can tell me,” he whispered, his voice husky.

It was almost like having another kid, both pining for your attention every time you turned around.

He pouted at you. “But you’re always giving him attention, I love ‘em but, you’re hardly paying any attention to me! I’m feeling kind of left out… you’re not going to let me down now, are you? Not my sweet-sweet girl…” he whined, his fingers tightening around yours. “I just want to hear your voice, is that too much to ask, love?”

His thrust grow more desperate and soon enough you are moaning out loud, praising your man for how good he was making you feel. “Mm fuck Caleb! S’too much! Gonna-gonna-“

He let out a shaky moan, his breathing labored as he started to lose himself. “C-come on… that’s it… m-more… like that… you know I love it when you sing to me,” he whispered into your ear, his lips nipping and kissing along your neck. “You’re so good… you’re driving me crazy…”

His praises lit a fire under you, but your walls were fluttering. “S’ mean to me Cal! So so mean~!” You purr, drool spilling from your mouth.

Your voice caught in your throat when you felt the headboard slam against the wall with force, causing a sudden silence followed by—“Mama?! Dad? What was that?”

Caleb’s movements stilled as his heart almost stopped beating. His body stiffened as he quickly yanked the blankets over both of you. You could hear footsteps padding down the hallway towards your room.

You expected him to stop, to just ask what was wrong. What you DIDN’T expect, was your loving 7 year old to come barreling in dressed in his super hero costume, and try to tackle his Father off the bed. “Let my Mama go!”

“What are you- ack!” Caleb was cut off by your son knocking him off the bed, the pair of them tumbling to the ground. There was a scuffle, your son clinging to Caleb’s neck while Caleb struggled to stand up. “Get off of me-!” He managed to gasp out. “Let go! How are you so strong when you’re so small?!” Caleb cried out, struggling to pry your son off of him.

You tried to pry a very protective boy off of his father while holding a sheet to your chest.

“Baby I promise it’s not what it looks like!” You try to plead with your brunette baby boy.

This is exactly what Caleb got for making a carbon copy of himself.

[n1k0laa5]

choosing to entertain your doubts, resistance, or anything that you even BELIEVE is holding you back from shifting and manifesting (keyword: believe, because nothing can truly affect you unless you decide it does. manifestation 101) is like looking at a palace in front of you, which would be your desires or your DR, doing a cartoonish gulp then walking RIGHT OFF. maybe even humming a silly tune like: “dududududu…” and going to your house of fucking horrors; your doubts and resistance and anything you’ve labeled as a blockage.

the twist is: the palace is always there. the palace will always be there. the door is constantly open, regardless of the weather, your emotions, or your techniques. the pearly gates of it won’t disappear.

but you need to stop.

you need to get out of the cave you’ve built.

and oh god, the cave. let’s talk about that for a second.

you built it. maybe not intentionally, but it’s yours. the cave made of reddit posts. of “why didn’t i shift yet?” scripts. of “failed” void state attempts. of comment sections where people are sobbing about being stuck. you made the cave out of screenshots and contradictory affirmations and the sound of your own voice whispering “what if i can’t?” at 3am, hoping the ceiling doesn’t answer back. and the thing is, caves are comforting. familiar. warm, in a sick way. you can memorize every stone in that darkness. every flicker of static in the void. every time you got close. and maybe you start believing the cave is safer than the palace.

because the palace is big. and golden. and open. and real. and sometimes you don’t feel real enough to step inside.

but that’s the lie. the only thing real is choice.

choice isn’t sexy. it’s not glittery. it’s not “omg instant shift by saying THIS.”

choice is gritty. it’s repetition. it’s waking up in your bed, in the same damn body, in the same damn room, and saying “i live in my dr” like you’re chiseling reality itself.

and then saying it again.

and again.

and again.

until you believe it.

until your nervous system folds.

until the model collapses under the weight of your refusal to play by its rules.

you think you’re stuck because you’re doing it wrong.

what if you’re stuck because you’re doing it right and the system is rebooting?

what if the spiral is the update?

what if resistance means you’re close?

it’s wild how people will sit down and say “i create my reality”

and then immediately surrender to a thought like “maybe i can’t”

as if that thought wasn’t another creation

as if the power just… shuts off when it’s inconvenient

no.

it’s always on.

you’re just pointing it the wrong way.

if you believe “resistance exists,” then congrats. it does.

if you believe “the void has rules,” then congrats. it does.

if you believe “i can’t shift if i don’t feel calm,” then congrats. now you have to feel calm.

your subconscious isn’t out to get you. it’s a yes-man.

your beliefs are legislation. and your mind is passing them without reading the fine print.

so what happens when you stop giving authority to every intrusive thought?

what happens when you stop treating doubt like it’s evidence?

what happens when you decide, genuinely, firmly, fully, this thought does not apply to me?

because you can.

you can literally reject thoughts like expired coupons.

“invalid here.”

“no longer in use.”

“not my belief system.”

you think you need to fix your resistance.

you don’t.

you need to drop it.

you need to say: “yeah this exists, but it doesn’t apply to me.”

and then move on.

and then step into the fucking palace.

and stop treating the cave like it’s your birthright.

you don’t have to wait to shift.

you don’t have to clear your chakras, align your vibes, sleep at 11:11, bathe in pink moonlight, and chant in latin.

you can just say: “this works because i say it does.”

and it will.

because that’s the law.

of assumption.

of belief.

of creation.

you are not broken.

you’re just looping an old code.

and code doesn’t fix itself by crying over the glitch, you have to install the patch. which means you have to stop seeing resistance as a monster, and start seeing it as a prompt. a glitch in the matrix that says: “you’re pushing against the edge.”

good.

keep pushing.

now listen.

you are the god of your reality.

and your palace is not a metaphor.

it’s a permission slip.

it’s your rightful home.

and it does not give a single shit how long you stood outside.

the door is still open.

the gates didn’t rust.

and the throne didn’t forget your name.

walk in.

even if your hands are shaking.

even if you still hear the whispers from the cave.

even if you have to walk backward with your eyes closed.

even if you don’t believe yet.

especially if you don’t believe yet.

because the only thing that matters is that you decided.

and deciding is enough.

deciding is god-tier.

deciding rewrites everything.

deciding is your nuclear option.

so stop asking if you’re allowed.

stop measuring how “close” you are.

stop giving your fears screen time.

they’re not directors. they don’t get credits.

get back in the chair.

the script is yours now.

and the ending?

already written.

you live there.

you’re there.

you’re home.

[queen-of-gotham]

Bluelock boys with a significant other who loves analogue horror? Bet.

Featuring: Isagi, Bachira, Barou, Shidou, Kunigami, Nagi, Reo, Rin, Chigiri, Karasu

Notes from the Batcave: for ✨this✨ request. Honestly hadn’t heard of this genre of horror (I assume cause I’m old 🤣) so I had to do some research 🙂‍↕️ hopefully I did this alright enough for you!

Yoichi Isagi

Starts off skeptical. “How can an old VHS tape be scarier than a movie with real monsters?”

Then you sit him down and show him Mandela Catalogue, and he doesn’t blink for twenty minutes straight.

After one binge session, he starts dreaming in static and tells you, “I think I saw my alternate last night.”

Helps you spot details in the background because he’s trained to pick up on everything, he’s great at decoding clues.

Is the type to say “it’s just fiction” but triple checks the locks at night now.

Meguru Bachira

OH. HE LOVES IT.

Analog horror is just weird enough for him to fall in love instantly.

Obsessed with the idea of “alternates” and will pretend to be one. “I’m not me today, I’m the Bachira that eats faces. Wanna kiss?”

Sends you cursed edits of himself with distorted faces and VHS filters. “Look, look! Don’t I look like I’m from Mandela?”

Wants to make a DIY analog horror tape with you starring as a ghost couple. 🖤

Shoei Barou

At first he thinks it’s dumb. “What’s the point if it’s not even scary?”

But when you start explaining the lore, the theories, and how each frame matters, he goes silent. Now he’s actually listening.

Lowkey gets disturbed by The Walten Files. That puppet shit doesn’t sit right with him. But he’ll never admit it.

You catch him watching it again at 3 a.m. on his own. “It’s research. For… defense purposes.”

“Defense against what?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Gets super protective if you say something like “Gemini Home Entertainment could totally happen.” Starts researching survival tactics.

Ryusei Shidou

“These videos are deliciously fucked up. I love them.”

You watch one together and he’s laughing at parts that shouldn’t be funny. (“He’s getting possessed? Slay.”)

Has a disturbing amount of fun imagining himself as a villain in one of these tapes.

Sometimes you’ll wake up and find a weird recording of him pretending to be a Mandela Catalogue intruder, complete with face distortions. “For the vibes, babe.”

Respects that you like creative horror over jumpscares and wants to make a cursed tape together. Couple goals?

Rensuke Kunigami

Tries to watch it with you to bond but is deeply unsettled by the vibes.

“Wait… so that puppet ate a kid?!” He’s traumatized.

Keeps watching, though, because he likes being close to you and holding you when you get creeped out.

After watching Gemini Home Entertainment, he starts leaving a bat by the door. Just in case.

He prefers action movies, but he admires how passionate you are and tries to understand it even if it freaks him out.

Seishiro Nagi

“…Why would I willingly scare myself when I could be napping?”

He watches one episode of The Walten Files with you and just says, “Yikes.” Then continues watching.

Gets totally absorbed. He’s emotionally detached until something freaks him out, then he buries his face in your shoulder and groans, “Why do I feel weird now…”

Claims it’s too much effort to analyze them, but remembers every disturbing frame.

You’ll be scrolling later and he’ll lazily go, “That was the file name on that guy’s shirt in episode three.”

Reo Mikage

“This is the creepiest hobby you could’ve had and I respect it.”

Buys actual VHS tapes and an old TV just to recreate the perfect analog horror atmosphere in your apartment.

Horrified and fascinated by The Walten Files. Hates the animation style but can’t look away.

“They used to show THIS to kids??”

“No Reo, it’s fake.”

“Oh thank God.”

Hosts mini analog horror marathons just for you and caters it like it’s a movie premiere. Champagne, popcorn, trauma.

Rin Itoshi

Thinks most horror is dumb, but something about analog horror intrigues him.

Once he realizes there’s symbolism, timelines, and hidden meanings, he’s in deep.

Becomes eerily obsessed with Gemini Home Entertainment and Local 58. Starts muttering, “The moon’s fake” with a straight face.

Loves watching you geek out, he’d never admit it, but seeing your eyes light up when you explain theories makes his week.

Also, “Don’t watch that stuff before bed. Your screams are annoying.” (He’s the one having silent nightmares.)

Hyoma Chigiri

He lives for the aesthetic. Static glitches, warped VHS effects, uncanny liminal spaces? Gorgeous.

Will sit with you under a blanket and analyze the visual symbolism of every episode.

Gets emotionally attached to the characters in The Walten Files, asks a suspicious amount of questions about Jack and Sophie.

Loves your passion for it and listens intently to your theories. He doesn’t always get it, but he gets you.

Jumps a little at Mandela Catalogue jump scares, then laughs it off. “I wasn’t scared, I was startled.”

Tabito Karasu

“You watch cursed tapes for fun? Babe. That’s hot.”

Thinks it’s hilarious until you show him Mandela Catalogue or Mystery Flesh Pit National Park. Then he goes quiet. “Why is it so wrong?”

Has intrusive thoughts after watching them and refuses to go near windows at night.

But if anyone else teases you about your interests, he’s immediately like, “You just don’t have the brain cells to appreciate it.”

Secretly starts writing his own fake analog horror script just to impress you.

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[thebrothersinbitchiness]

I think part of Jeremy's journey is going to be understanding this.

But the major part of Jeremy's guilt is also wrapped up in his shame about where he was when Noah's suicide happened. His family reaction is also wrapped up in their horror of that circumstance.

If Jeremy had just been at an Exy watch party, with popcorn bowls and soda instead of beer and cocaine, Noah probably would have just said no to going, said that he was tired and was going to bed.

Jeremy would've still felt guilty, and his family still might have been upset with him for a time, but the shame would not have been a factor.

Part of the problem is the family and Jeremy himself see his attendance at the party as "fun". In that mindset, Jeremy ran away from his brother to have irresponsible and reckless illicit fun without thought to consequence.

But Jeremy was an addict. An addict whose addiction had been ignored and even encouraged by parts of his family. An addict who had been left in charge of a mentally unstable brother despite, by all accounts, showing severe unstabilty himself.

He had also been forcibly outed years before and had been given no support during those circumstances either.

Jeremy needs to understand that he was a young man who needed help too; that he was in no state to be his brother's keeper; and that his mother's love has always been conditional on his obedience, before he can start to accept what happened and also share the yoke of blame with those that created those circumstances in the first place.

He's still got a long journey ahead but he has started making the steps and Jean has been planting the seeds so we'll see where book 3 take us!

Feel however you want about Jeremy's freshman banquet, but Noah never should have been Jeremy's responsibility in the first place. Noah needed actual help, help that his mother refused to give him. All of them did.

Even if they had made it through the banquet, even if Jeremy had glued himself to Noah's side, he couldn't stay there forever. The problem wouldn't have gone away. Odds are, Noah would've killed himself anyway.

[dizzy-writes]

need bruce wayne platonic yan content,,,, perhaps a daughter of a

old flame hid😚😚😚

platonic yandere! Bruce Wayne x gn!reader

WARNINGS ; yandere behavior, infantilization (very slight, but its there.), kidnapping, a hint of neglected reader, bruce is unhinged in this ngl.

ough yes i love bruce wayne, i wanna write something for batfam too but for now, solo fic with bruce wayne :)

A chunk of his heart has been missing for so long. When he found you walking around Gotham, just a glance at your face and he immediately remembered you.

Recognizing you shook him. You hadn't changed much since he saw you as a baby, the last time he had ever seen your face before he left. You were still as adorable as ever, he thinks, still had that smile that haunted him for years.

He loved you. But your mother forced him out of your life, claiming that his alter ego was too dangerous for you. Their relationship was already affected by it, he never spent any time with her because of his dangerous life.

She never wanted you to feel what she felt. So she left, took you with her. Rid Bruce of a chance to ever bond with you. It turned him cold and bitter, his own child ripped from him, he dealt with it the only way he could. He buried himself in his work.

Batman consumed every part of his life so that he could forget the pain of losing his biological child. But it was always there. That need to be near you. To finally hold you, take care of you like he had missed out on.

He wanted to make it up to you. And it seemed like the universe gave him another chance.

So he started to stalk you. To put it simply. It was all the years of suppressed love that spilled out, desperately searching for some solace in knowing how you were doing. Knowing that you were doing fine at least.

He realized that you had been living alone (his child? alone?) barely scraping by as you tried to survive in a city as dangerous as Gotham. Guilt took space in his heart as he continued to look into you. He shouldn't have ever left you.

--

Another full day of lessons. It's exhausting as usual and the only thing that you've been looking forward to all day is the comfort of your bed. You had been living in Gotham for under a month now. It was everything you expected it to be, a new villain every week and your chances of dying had spiked up significantly.

Gotham wasn't....fun, but at least your rent was cheaper! But of course at the cost of your general safety.

You sighed, rummaging around in your bag for your keys. When you finally feel them, you take them out and unlocked your door. You take a deep breath in and exhale, praying that nobody had broken into your apartment again.

Its happened twice. Maybe you should've moved after the second time.

But you've brushed it off as the general vibe of the city. You enter your apartment, unease still heavy in your body as you cautiously stepped in.

Your apartment doesn't seem broken into, at least from a first glance. No broken window, no stolen things. Nothing. So you let yourself relax, a small sigh of relief escape you as you full stepped into your living room. Shutting the door behind you softly.

But that feeling--

Something tackles you, a muscled cage as someone crushes you in a hug. You, understandably so, scream in bloody horror. Someone did fucking break into your house, this is why you should always trust your gut.

"Who the fuck are you! let- let go of me you asshole!" You screech, nails digging into the arms of the person as you try your hardest to kick and wiggle out of their death grip.

The man lets go for the slightest moment, a hand rests on your cheek. Swiping it softly, and you see who's broken into your house. You can barely believe it.

"Bruce Wayne?" His name falls from your lips. Billionaire of Gotham was standing In your shitty apartment. Hugging you as if you would disappear if he wasn't holding onto you so tightly.

His eyes are wild. Scanning your face as if to memorize every single one of your facial features.

"You look," He takes a breath, his eyes softening as he takes in more of you. "You look exactly the same. Don't you recognize me? Your father?"

"My-" This man was crazy. You place your hands on his chest and give one final shove. He moves away, eyes still trained on you, not breaking away for a second. "Look, I don't know who you think I am, but I am not your child."

"And that's my fault." His voice almost wavers for a second as he remembers how he failed you, and now he's suffering the consequences. "I shouldn't have let your mother just take you away from me. I'm going to make it up to you alright? I am your father. And you're my kid."

Bruce Wayne had a plan because he wasn't one to do something like this. Breaking into your house? Reacting like a wild animal when you were in front of him? This wasn't who he was. But he couldn't control it.

He had a plan. But he couldn't stick to it. For the first time in his life, he had acted on his whims. He acted purely on desire. And all he has ever wanted was his child, his own child, in his arms again. And he did it, and he wasn't planning on letting go of you ever again.

oooookay so this is ooc as fuck but i just wanted to see bruce be portrayed in a more yandere light. unhinged behavior. and i did it! kind of hate it. but its something. i might take this down lol.

[junogurk]

A Familiar Face in the Mirror

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Steve's dad is a dick.

This isn’t something new, he’s been subjected to this aggravating fact his whole life. What is new is the grey hair sprouting from the hairline adjacent to his temples, the creak in his bones, and the wrinkles budding on his face. His dad didn’t have smile lines though.

It’s become hard to look at himself these days. It’s pathetic. He’s fought literal monsters but draws the line at a mirror? What the hell has happened to him? Age, he guesses. That’s what happened. It’s been almost 30 years since he had to face horrors of alternate dimensions, and now he has to face the horrors of an aging man.

He loves thinking about the fact that they made it this far, he has the chance to experience this time of his life that used to doubt would happen for him. But day by day he watches himself transform into the man that only looked at Steve when he screwed up, and then it would get bad. Now, he knows logically that he is nothing like his father, but it’s hard to accept the face that hurt him as his own.

“What’s goin’ on?” He feels the familiar warmth of his husband brush behind him, a hand slowly trailing along his waist as he passes, as he watches Eddie drift to the counter space next to him. It’s a slow morning when Steve chooses to be cruel to himself, staring directly in the mirror at the face he spent his life hating. 

“Nothing, just tired this morning.” Steve rubs a hand down his face, wiping the agitated wrinkles from his forehead and the family resemblance from his features. He turns to face Eddie who is grabbing his toothbrush from the holder in front of the large mirror.

Eddie doesn’t pause his movement but shoots a tired glance at Steve, his eyes still foggy with sleep. Steve leans sideways against the counter, decidedly not looking at his reflection.

“Is this about your little silver surfers again? You’ve been getting them since you started hanging out with Dustin, it’s no different now.” As he falls into his well rehearsed spiel about Steve ‘not yet falling into the inevitable curse of time’ Steve mentally gears up to push back, their usual dance.

This time however, he can’t. It’s not really about the greying hair or sagging skin, but those are the markings of his fear. It’s about everything. It’s about the fact that he’s exactly like his father. Steve just lets out an exasperated sigh, much too worn for the day to have barely begun, and returns to their bedroom.

“Steve? Come on, man, what’s with the mood?” Eddie’s words are garbled by the toothbrush now hanging out of his mouth as he trails behind his husband, “You were feeling just fine earlier.”

“Kinda hard to be in a bad mood when you get a morning blow-job.” He drawls with a crabby tone that admittedly ruins his point.

“Did a great job of that then, didn’t it?” He still somehow managed to out-compete Steve for sarcastic quips like when they were young. Eddie takes the toothbrush out of his mouth and jogs back into the bathroom to spit.

Steve expertly conceals his chuckle and continues on his path. Making it into the bedroom he heads straight for the dresser, he just needs to get this day started already. It’s worse when he has nothing to do, nothing to occupy himself. He’s taken after his father in that way too. It’s sick.

“Sweatheart, please, what’s up?” Eddie leans on the door to their room, toothbrush still in his mouth.

“Leave it alone, please.” It’s not a serious request, and they both know it.

“Since when have I been known to not be incessantly annoying when it comes to you?” 

He’s met with a Steve patented eye roll as the man begins to lay out a shirt, baggier than he may have worn at one point. His body seemed softer now, even with the same upkeep.

“You’re saying a whole lot of nothing, go brush your teeth and then come back to me.” With a dismissive flick of his hand Eddie wordlessly walks out and returns a moment later.

“You know you’re like the hot kind of old, right?” He says, hanging off the door frame.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I mean, you look just as beautiful as the day I met you!” He punctuates with an exaggerated wink, making his way over to his husband.

“You hated me in middle school.” Steve says in an incredulous shake of his head, barely containing his grin now.

“I had a fiery passion toward you.” Eddie explained like it was obvious.

After a moment, still able to be caught off guard after all the years, Steve can only muster a disbelieving “Gross.” Still not turning to face the other man.

“You love it.” Eddie snakes his hands around Steve’s waist from behind, holding him close and rocking the pair gently side to side. They fall into a comfortable silence.

It lasts a long moment, too long for Steve to bring it back up. But he does it anyway.

“I don’t.”

“What was that?” Eddie’s face stays tucked in Steve’s neck, his words reverberating off his skin.

“I don’t look as good as when you met me.” His tone is joking but his eyes stay cast downward. Steve turns around in Eddie’s loosening hold, Steve planting hands on his partner’s arms.

“I believe I said beautiful.” Eddie responds with a head tilt.

“Well you’re just out of your mind.”

“I think I’m my sanest when I think about you.”

“You’re disgustingly sappy.” Steve leans away, making proper eye contact for the first time.

“You’re incredibly handsome.” Eddie leans in, their lips teasingly close. But they just stay like that.

They find a peaceful silence once again as the noise of the gentle morning streams in through their open window. Steve’s used to this dynamic by now, they take turns being dramatically in love and the other acting bashfully uninterested. This scene is commonplace, so why does it feel so different?

“I look like my dad.”

“That’s not the dirty talk I was expecting.”

Steve can’t even respond, just letting out a half-chuckle half-groan and pushing his face into Eddie’s shoulder.

“Is that what this all is about?” Eddie says with a light smile on his face.

A drawn out, “Yeah.” Is the response, still buried in the fabric of Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie just moves one of his hands up to the back of Steve’s head, and starts rocking the two of them again. It’s slow and soft and Steve feels himself sink against his lover. The two of them rhythmically sway to only the beat of their hearts, touching through the layers of bone, skin, and clothes. 

He realizes something then, his father never had this. And for that he pities the man.

[yushi-ni]

how about “watching a horror movie with wish”… im pretty sure sion would just giggle the whole time 😭😭😭 btw love your posts you’re my queen

ෆ NCT WISH ෆ 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ masterlist

summary; watching horror movies with bf wish

genre; fluff

warnings; mentions of slight teasing - poking fun at the other, nothing serious at all

notes; such a cute idea!!! ty for requesting my love, it’s not that long i’m sorry but i still hope you like it xoxo

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oh sion

now he thinks he’s a slick guy, the classic ‘horror movie’ date so the guy can protect the girl when she gets scared (uhuh) honestly he isn’t that scared, the excitement of seeing your reactions definitely has an effect on his own. he’s less focused on the actual movie and more on you. he’s not really following the whole story line, so the build up to certain scenes completely bypasses him. he would purposely scare you and then literally ijbol in your face, he has no mercy, giggles whenever he feels your body tense up, guesses the plot of the movie midway, laughing when you hit his shoulder to tell him to shut up. will welcome you in his arms without any hesitation because that’s lowkey the whole point of him wanting to watch a horror movie with you. just wanted an excuse to hold you. won’t drop the whole thing after the movie ended tho, definitely the type of (annoying) bf to hide in your room and jump out to scare you. he loves feeling like the ‘bigger’ person and having you find your comfort in him. it makes him float around cloud nine over and over again but tbh your bf is not that much of a comfort when it comes to his teasing and endless giggles

maeda riku

so talkative, like actually someone needs to shut him up. he keeps yapping throughout the whole movie, more so because it helps him calm down. repeatedly saying “it’s coming- it’s coming” but still gets startled in the moment itself. he likes the idea of watching horror movies together but he’s not the biggest fan of the uhh.. actual horror. definitely tries to man up and pretend he isn’t that scared. he’s just very invested (in his own words) so the tension of the story is just very strong. (uhuh) will definitely press his whole body against yours or even better if you’re laying in between his legs, back to his chest, so he can hide behind you without you noticing!! will definitely giggle whenever you let out a gasp, he just thinks you’re cute. keeps saying how you have to watch another movie afterwards to ease down the tension, for your sake, he said. (uhuh, right haha) he really tries to stay calm and not jump off his seat every 3 minutes. it definitely helps that you’re there because if it was sion he was watching with, he would be screaming at the top of his lungs fr

tokuno yushi

the least scared out of all. actually likes the idea when you ask him to watch a horror movie, doesn’t really care what you watch, he’s just happy to be there. asks why you wanted to watch this specific movie if you’re ‘going to hide behind a pillow anyways’ (sigh he doesn’t get it) giggles whenever your body slightly jumps up, sighs at the horrible acting or predictable scenes and will definitely point it out to you, not reading the room and noticing that you’re actually pissing your pants as we speak. when you almost literally jump in his arms at a jump scare, he starts to understand the whole shebang about watching horror movies as a couple. holds you, caresses your arm, uses his own hand to cover your eyes when something happens. giggles non stop because of your reactions, gets invested as the movie goes on, trying to answer all the questions you ask him (as if he knows what’s happening next) but honestly won’t give out a big reaction himself, he just thinks it’s very predictable and clearly fake so he’s just chilling. but as long as he can hold you, he’s not complaining

kim jaehee

not a big horror fan, not even a small fan actually. definitely not very convinced after your; “it will be fun!” because what’s so fun about being scared? not moving the whole movie, literally holding you in a grip so tightly you’re scared your blood circulation will stop right there and then. will yap during the movie, trying to calm himself down, guessing whatever happens next so he won’t get scared. jokes on him tho because he obviously still gets the absolute scare of his life. whines about how you could have watched any other movie yet you chose for this one. will definitely yell out every once in awhile, he can’t help it, he’s just not the best at these things. keeps talking to the actors as if they’ll hear him and actually listen to him; “don’t go there, someone’s there, i’m telling you someone’s there, just listen to me, this is stupid, don’t go there…!” you’re usually not that good with horror movies yourself but with jaehee next to you it’s just fun, even though he might not agree in the moment itself haha

hiroshe ryo

pretends to be cool, because pff it’s your absolute baddie bf ryo we’re talking about. teases you before the movie even starts. giggles every time he looks at you, all cuddled up with your blanket. hiding your face whenever something pops up on the screen. “it’s not even that scary” and gets jump scared right after. the more he actually watches and follows the story line, the quieter he gets, his grip on your arm lowkey gets tighter as the minutes pass by. he definitely tries to hold in any sounds, only allowing soft; “wah” - “ohh” coming out of his mouth. lowkey just trying to convince himself he’s not scared. will ask you; “are you scared?” just to make sure you’re on the same wavelength even though he’s forcing his collective self to stay calm (as much as that’s possible) so focused and invested that he doesn’t even laugh when you jump up from the jump scare, he’s just frozen and will need a little while to calm down again when the movie is finished

fujinaga sakuya

why would you do this to your cute bf, watching horror movies is quite literally the last thing he likes to do for fun but obviously if you insist on watching one, he will gladly do it with you. will literally come up with a list of rules before you even press start; ‘no trying to scare the other person, no leaving someone alone because of toilet breaks, a small light has to stay on at all times, popcorn stays on the table so none will end up flying through the room’. his whole body is filled with adrenaline throughout the whole movie, will be cuddled up to you, not the other way around, because he’s not even pretending to be a cool guy right now. this is actually serious for him and he prefers to live after this. yelps coming from his mouth, hiding behind a pillow, a blanket, your hands, his own hands, his sweater, whatever he can grab at that very moment. non stop; “why why why why” as he sighs at the stupidity of the people in the movie. definitely insists on keeping the big light on when you go to sleep, his poor heart haha

[mousey-sprouts]

picking on a tiny knight.. Their once mighty armor is now delicate and brittle in your hands. No amount of bracing with their shield stops them from getting knocked over with a single poke, they’re absolutely terrified of what might happen if they’re beaten, but they try to put on a brave face anyways. Once you feel like overpowering them, you’ll feel their little heart racing as you pin them down with a single finger

Ooooygh

Their armor clattering giving away that they’re trembling despite their brave face. Pinching their sword between my fingers and tossing it away like a toothpick. Maybe I’d even actually pick my teeth with it first to really show off how powerless they are to me lol

Worse than a dragon, in ways. I mean, I’m fully sentient. Conscious. They could try and reason or bargain with me… if their mind racing a mile a minute would think of trying to do so, first.

After a good twenty or so minutes of fucking with them, deliberately denting their armor by squeezing a bit too hard- I’d finally let them go.

They’d probably freeze for a second, staring up at me in horror expecting me to continue, maybe step on them or eat them or…

“Go tell the other human soldiers why you don’t enter giant country uninvited.” I’d coo, reaching to grab their sword and bending it to a 90 degree angle with just my fingers alone. Proof that they had the encounter, to show to their fellow knights.

[rationalisms]

sorry for the tl;dr.

the online safety act in the UK and the content purge of 18+ games of all genres on both itch.io and steam happening at the same time is so, so, so scary. the online safety act might result in UK users being unable to access wikipedia (!!!???) since the site is unable to comply with the data collection regulations imposed on it by the law without putting people at significant risk and going against its stated mission and ethos.

being required to provide so much personal information (up to and including biometrics) to companies is an absolute privacy nightmare as well. we have a new catastrophic dataleak basically every month, and now they're going to be including passport data and face scans as a rule and not an exception? not to mention that no social media site should have the right to collect any of that information on its users in the first place.

also extremely cool and great that this coincides with the massive cuts to the welfare budget, which means that people who are particularly in need of these online services for various reasons like disabled, sick, or elderly people will be the ones who particularly won't be able to afford e.g. a dedicated VPN to get around this.

itch.io was meant to be a space for games and creative works which cannot find mainstream distribution or a mainstream audience. which has always disproportionally affected adult content, whether that's horror, ero content, or both. that was the site's purpose. it's absolutely heartbreaking to see the site be purged of the kinds of works that are one of the big reasons for its very existence because U.S. payment providers can dictate what people globally are allowed to do with their money and time.

and steam, let's be honest with ourselves, basically has a monopoly on PC gaming. sure, there's GoG, Epic, some publisher specific storefronts like the EA one, but they are comparatively insignificant. if your game isn't allowed to be sold on steam, you're losing the vast majority of your audience.

both steam and itch.io already had the ability to hide adult content and warnings if you were about to encounter it, with users needing to explicitly opt in. it's absolutely insane to enforce that adults must not be allowed to engage with any adult content because somewhere a child might be able to access it when they shouldn't.

the continuous de-anonymizing of the internet, the pearl clutching "think of the children" rhetoric gaining landslide traction everywhere, it's genuinely terrifying to me.

i see a lot of arguments along the lines of "you should be concerned about this because ero or horror games are just the start, soon they'll come after sfw gay content" or whatever. and it's not that i disagree that this is one of the slippery slopes which is actually real, and which we've been able to observe in the past. but you should care about this even if that doesn't happen. you should care about this even if you have zero interest in adult content, if you think it's gross, if you never want to see it.

yes, there's no such thing as "just a little bit of censorship". once the precedent is set that art can be banned, or made financially unviable, or quietly buried, it never stops where you think it will. the line always moves. but more importantly, even if i agreed that "harmful art" should be censored, which i do not, you can't build a rule that says "only bad or harmful art should be censored" without handing power to someone else to decide what counts as "bad" or "harmful". and the people who get to make those decisions do not have anyone's best interests at heart. they care about money, and liability, and advertisers. nothing else. people need art that's weird. messy. explicit. personal. people need to talk about trauma, desire, identity, grief, rage. fiction is how we metabolize those things. the targeted genres in particular are where people actually explore socially taboo and liminal experiences, where lgbt people can tell stories that don't follow the mainstream script, where disabled creators can represent bodies and experiences that aren't sanitized or made palatable. if you're scared of people engaging with "dangerous" ideas, then the answer is more expression, not less. the more people engage with art and fiction that challenges them and their thinking, the more they'll be able to refine their literacy and their ability to reason through their own positions and beliefs. the end goal should be an endless amount of perspectives to engage with, rather than U.S. tech conglomerates being able to universally decide what counts as appropriate content and what doesn't. and even if you are 100% convinced that game XYZ or book ABC doesn't do that, that it's not created for "legitimate enough reasons", that there's a difference between it and games/books/whatever which engage with a topic more tastefully or critically or appropriately... so what! even apart from the fact that i firmly believe these things still have just as much of a right to exist as anything else, i still don't think that anyone gets to make the decision on whether this is the case or not on behalf of another grown-ass adult who can make their own mind up about it.

the bottom line is, it's deeply naive to think you or the art you enjoy are immune. the same mechanisms that silence them can be used to silence you, if your work becomes inconvenient. if you only defend free expression when it aligns with your own personal beliefs, it's a preference, not a principle. and we need stringent anti-censorship principles more than ever.

[sigma-science]

TEUM/TE,UM event summary

So, it happened. I attended Korean Conclave fan event starring Carlos Diehz. Here's the summary of that.

Disclaimer : English is not Carlos', nor my first language. The following summary of Q&A is me translating my Korean translation of Carlos' original English interview into English again. It's basically those Google translator video kind of process. Important nuances might've been lost in the process.

Before Q&A session

He said hello like in 3 languages, Korean, Japanese and Chinese or something else? The last one I forgot.

The MC asked him about the overall impression of Seoul : Carlos found it interesting that there are local shops right next to the big company buildings, since in North America usually big corps are taking all spaces around them and local shops are driven out to the entirely different area. Also visiting Thousand-year-old Buddhist temple in the middle of the city was an experience, and place like that in important to the culture, so we need to coexist with those kind of place rather than erase them?

Overall very architecture-focused answer, so fun to remember he really is current architect haha.

Q&A Session

Carlos' favorite line in the movie : "I am what God made me."

Favorite Deleted Scene : Benítez talking with Bellini after Lawrence woke him up. It shows Benítez is not just a love & caring guy, but can defend himself. (He said everyone's scene got cut to not giving away the ending and make the movie more thriller-like, he emphasized everyone's scene got cut one or two times more)

If Lawrence wants to resign, will Benítez allow it? : Yes, he wants to bring peace to Lawrence. (Carlos emphasizes this more in the Q&A session) While Lawrence is a great person to have around, Benítez knows he is tired and stressed. so if he wants to resign, yes.

What kind of determination brought Benítez to the conclave? : Benítez has deep sense of duty. Since the late pope made him cardinal (especially fully knowing him being intersex) he followed the duty associated with the role, thinking it is worth the risk.

Benítez' greatest fear : That's a question nobody had asked! (Really, people?) Since he is very devoted, maybe his biggest fear is "not be able to going back." It is why the place where newly elected pope gets prepared is called the Room of Tears, when you become the pope, you can't going back to your previous life even after death. What Benítez actually felt after knowing he would become the pope might not be exactly the fear but other kind of emotion, but yes, that's his fear.

Did Benítez expect he would become the pope? : No. He came to the conclave not to be the pope but to elect the fittest person. So in the first day he looked around other people, and went Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence.

(cont. from 6.) After the speech, did he? : When in school, if you give a great suggestion the teacher goes like "Then you do it", right? That's exactly what Benítez felt. After the speech he would've been like "Oh my God."

Kind of character he wants to play : Impatient and angry character, more like himself. Maybe villain, maybe ordinary father who wants to defend his family. Or another horror movie, maybe vampire again? But in bigger studio.

Pure evil villain vs villain with backstory? : The latter, most actors would think same.

When would be Benítez' birthday? : Carlos doesn't really believe in horoscope but he thinks Benítez would be some kind of water sign (Aquarius / Pisces), so maybe around January ~ March.

About the ending : Benítez wants to bring peace to Lawrence. When Lawrence visited the Room of Tears, he knows what Lawrence wants to know and tell him that to bring him peace.

About Benítez getting to know he's intersex : Being kind and caring isn't really come from his female organs but it's his own innate ability, but when he finds out he is intersex, he might have thought it as some kind of explanation to his nature. (this was the most trickiest answer to the question, Just want to add Carlos really was trying his best to pick the right word and to be respectful while answering this part.)

If you can play other characters in Conclave who will you play? : Tedesco since he's more emotional and intense, and Sabbadin since he's strategist and controversialist

If Benítez didn't speak up at the auditorium, who would be the pope? : If Benítez didn't speak up, Somebody else will speak up instead (albeit with weaker speech). Maybe Lawrence wouldn't since he's in the middle of that but maybe Bellini would, supporting Lawrence. Eventually Lawrence would be the pope.

As Pope Innocent, what would be his first chosen act as a pope? (rather than papal daily job-ish works) : Accepting Lawrence's resignation, but it would be more personal act rather than papal one. As the pope, expanding women's role in the church.

About getting into the role : When filming Conclave, he had 90's Mexican songs playlist (which he knows well) to relieve stress and get in to the role. He sang and danced while playing that. Merab and Lucian was his next-door trailer neighbors, so he saw Merab dancing at the dressing room and listened Lucian singing. Apparently Lucian's singing voice is really great.

About getting into the role 2 : Since he's Latin American he uses a lot of gestures while talking (as much as Italians) but Benítez isn't, so he practiced not to use hand gestures in front of the mirror.

Lots of Lawrenitez crumbs! Also the image of Carlos!Sabbadin is something I could've never imagined.

+ Adding 2~3 Q&As I didn't add because those are the ones Carlos did answered in other interviews but after writing this I reconsidered and adding them anyways

18. Is there any part of Benítez' characterization that comes from your personal experience : He said no actor can transform into completely different character from themselves, everyone uses some kind of their experience to get into the character. Then he said when he was 19~20 years old he considered joining monastery, and studied saints' life like Saint Francis of Assisi, Saint Ignatius of Loyola and someone else (think I heard Saint John of somewhere but I couldn't recognize) but a priest advised him to reconsider it after finishing studying architecture. He reconsidered and decided not to join.

19. The meaning of turtle : Some turtles can change sex, and it might work as the symbol of Benítez being intersex, that's one, and the other is in his deleted lines. He could understand why other scenes got cut but said he cannot understand why this scene got changed, but the line says the turtle being symbol of healing and transformation. Lawrence responds with turtle got run over by cars, saying those hope of healing and transformation gets crashed by daily life. At the ending scene Lawrence returns one of the turtles into the pond, showing that the hope of healing and transformation is restored. At least he thinks it so.

20. About getting into the role 0 : There are two extreme sides of it, one is imagining every aspect of the character's life (like what he eats, what team he likes, something like that) and other is thinking the character is only in the author's text and saying the text convincingly. He asked other actors and they all use some kind of mixture of those two, and he also does like that.

Unboxing the gift

Oh there were lots of gifts. Like 45 people sent Carlos their gifts. (Including me) The organizers brought some of them and Carlos had unboxing session with them. Apparently Carlos expected much less gifts, and he said to the organizers he only brought one(1) carrier to carry them. HAHA. You really underestimated our love.

So many Snoopy plushies! Including one Snoopy head cushion. Carlos asked if it is meant for Kiki or him. Later he concluded he would negotiate with her about that.

Apparently he collects tote bags around the world. So when he visited National Museum of Korea he was about to buy a tote bag from there, but one of the organizers mentioned luckily one of the present he got was the bag.

Imagen Awards mention! He will visit Hollywood at August to attend the event and said he would bring soap & bracelet one of the fan gave to him there...

List of gifts unpacked : A tower commemorating the election of pope Innocent XIV, handmade Benítez & turtle & Carlos plushies, order made jade norigae, paintbrushes & palette, name tag (name written in hangul), paperweight (with Korean traditional star signs), and so on. More gifts were in the backstage so maybe we might have his unboxing video at Instagram later on...

After the unboxing Carlos rewrapped all the gifts by himself, even though the organizers repeatedly said they will rewrap them later so it's okay to leave them opened.

Okay, I'm getting lazy. here's some of the photos I took. (The organizers allowed taking photos only when he enters the stage and unboxing time)

Autographs & Trivia time

So, all the attendees drew a lottery to decide who gets his autographs. My luck was out. Sad, but the event was satisfactory enough, so yeah.

One of the organizers was MC of the event, and while Carlos signing they told a lot of interesting backstories while preparing this event, and stories from Carlos himself.

<About organizing events>

The organizers tried to bring the music director Bertelmann to the event and actually contacted him, but he was so busy that he couldn't attend.

They also contacted Brían F. O'Byrne, but since he really was interested on summer drama festival and wanted to spend his time with his family, he couldn't come to the event either.

Apparently the person in charge of contacting people was still a student, so Brían said them study well.

<About Carlos Diehz>

When the organizers tried to escort him, he was one step faster and held doors for them, yield more comfortable seats at the restaurant and so on.

Apparently he likes spicier kimchis rather than milder ones?

He talks a lot when he is excited, so when having a meal he eats much slower than others. This also happened while filming Conclave, so that Brían (I heard Brían but apparently others heard Merab so I might be wrong) and Lucian, while finished their meal first, asked him if he's still eating.

He specifically wanted "pork cutlet with kimchi" and the organizers were confused figuring out what food he exactly wants, but thankfully dongaseu (Korean style tonkatsu) was right.

Also, he brought National Museum of Korea his leftover dongaseu and got caught.

When he visited National Museum of Korea he explained the room design to the organizers, specifically how it reduces sounds.

Carlos' daughter worried he might get into trouble while being excited?

About acting style : Ralph Fiennes has to warm up to get into the role, but Stanley Tucci and John Lithgow just play with their phones and get into the role immediately with their cue signs. Lucian Msamati is more of a method actor. You can see him getting into the role while moving to the set, and when he get into the set, he is the role. Carlos once had to explain to one of the extras that he is actually a jovial, good guy.

Ending

Carlos used translator to say "Give a huge applause to the organizers!" Yes, it was a monumental work as a fan organized event, they really deserve them.

Also, he said this event being fan-led event is amazing, and if this can happen, it could happen again.

After he left the stage, he got the mic and said "EXTRA OMNES". Like, he really knows how to make his fans happy.

Okay, that's all. It was very exciting event, I still can't get out of the aftermath.

[darielivalyen]

Eldritch Tales: Inheritance | July 31, 2025 Update

I can hardly believe it, but I'm here with the final content update for Eldritch Tales. It took me over a year, but the game is finally done. And I have to confess…I'm pretty glad that it is so. I think I'll need a break from writing horror for a good while…

This update includes Chapter 5 and the epilogues–overall, about 38.000 new words.

All the endings are already in the game, and the story–as far as I can tell–is done. Now, I just need to do another round of edits, update the in-game codex, hopefully gather some feedback from you, guys, and then submit the game to Hosted Games.

This update also added achievements across the game. All unique endings lead to one, and there are also some non-ending-related ones in earlier chapters.

Important: A fresh save is likely necessary.

As for what happens next, I would be super grateful if some of you could test the game when you have the time and come back to me (either here or on the forum). I've run all the tests and edited most things many times already, but I obviously can't catch everything.

And once this is done, I'll submit the game to Hosted Games. 💚

(And then, off to the next project I go. But that's for later!)

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The Sweetest Thing

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader, Derek Morgan x reader Summary: Hotch rereads the letter he wrote you. Warnings: just some silent pining, unspecified time but after s7 Words: 1.2K

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a/n: here is the letter! this gif only bugs me bc hotch is canon left-handed.

Hotch sat in his office, idly tapping his pen against his desk. He had a stack of papers lying there, waiting for his signature. I's to be dotted, T's to be crossed.

Matters that needed his attention were waiting. Yet his attention was drawn by what was happening in the bullpen.

You, laughing at something Morgan said. Your smile radiated across the room just the way he remembered. He'd almost forgotten what it looked like.

You smiled less around him, but that didn't mean you smiled less. If anything, you smiled more.

Morgan's back was turned to his office window, but he could imagine he was grinning back at you. He treated making you laugh like it was his duty; whenever he succeeded, he didn't even look satisfied. Just hungry, waiting for the next chance to do it again.

Hotch swallowed, looking back down at his desk. He had work to do.

But, like his hands had a mind of their own, he found himself opening the top drawer of his desk, pulling out a white envelope. The seal was broken. It had long since been opened.

Not by you.

He'd resigned himself to the fact that it would never be opened by you.

Slowly, he pulled the papers out the envelope and unfolded them. 

He didn't need to read it. He'd already memorized what it said and could recite it back word-for-word without any eidetic memory necessary, but there was something about seeing the words on the page.

His chest twisted as his eyes met black ink.

Dear Y/N,

I know you have many questions, but I want to start by stating how sorry I am. I don't know how much weight those words will hold, but I am sorry. By the time you receive this letter, I'll already be gone. Strauss asked me to lead an investigative task force in Pakistan; the order came from above her, and there was nothing we could do. You know firsthand the kind of scrutiny the BAU is under; we aren't in a position to make demands, not without compromising the team altogether. I didn't tell you because I knew you would've tried to fight it, but we couldn't. 

If I know you half as well as I think I do, then I know you're angry with me. I'm sorry for leaving, and I'm sorry for not saying anything. I couldn't tell you. What I can tell you is that I didn't make this decision lightly. I don't want to leave the team, nor do I want to leave Jack. Perhaps most of all, I dont want to leave you. I know you've been struggling these past few months. You don't ask for help nearly as much as you should, you shoulder everything by yourself, and I didn't want to add my absence as another thing for you to worry about.

You are the force holding this team together. You have held me together more times than I can count and more times than I have ever thanked you for. I can't quantify my gratitude in words. You have been by my side for nearly a decade, but I want you to know you are so much more to me than an assistant. I've left Morgan in charge of the team, and I want you to know that your position here will be upheld. I will be gone, but that doesn't mean you're going anywhere. You are an asset to the bureau and this team. Moreover, you are undoubtedly the reason I am still standing.

You are my right hand, my greatest confidant, and my best friend. I kick myself for bringing you to the BAU, for letting you witness the horrors you've seen, but you are the greatest decision I have ever made. I write that knowing you are more than a decision. Not a single inch of your success should be attributed to me. You are incredible, and you only have yourself to thank. I suppose that is why I fell for you. 

I agree that it is cruel for me to tell you any of this in a letter, but I couldn't leave without telling you, even if I lack the courage to tell you face to face. I love you, Y/N. I think I've been in love with you for longer than I've allowed myself to admit. I don't expect you to respond, but please talk to me when we get the chance. I'll call. I'm aware I don't deserve the courtesy of hearing your voice after denying you of an explanation, but please take this letter as a peace offering. 

I love you. Please take care of yourself.

Hotch

He dropped the letter onto his desk after he reread it twice. You didn't take his calls. He didn't blame you. You never even knew he asked.

He sighed, taking a glance out into the bullpen. You and Morgan were gone, back in your own offices. 

At some point, you'd knock on his door and drop off your files. You'd tell him which cases needed priority, which cases to keep an eye on, which cases had already been solved by local police. You'd even put the files down on his desk in that order. But you wouldn't stay longer than you had to.

If he was lucky, you'd ask about Jack; he could tell you a story, and he'd get to see your smile directed at him. It wasn't like you didn't speak to him. He didn't feel your anger simmering beneath the surface anymore, nor did he feel your endearment, or your indifference.

It just wasn't like before.

Just as he predicted, knocking sounded at his door. He didn't have time to get rid of the letter still on the desk before you opened it.

You didn't come in any farther, just sticking your head inside. "We have a case," you said, your tone clipped. Quick. Efficient. "I've e-mailed you the details."

He straightened his back, standing up. "Gather the team at the roundtable."

You nodded, leaving the room with the door open. You didn't look the desk once.

Hotch folded up the letter and put it back in the envelope, sliding open his drawer and tucking it away. You would never see that letter. He had to be okay with that. It was his job to be okay with that.

It was only fair to you.

When he walked into the conference room and saw Morgan's hand ghost across your back as he sat down, he knew it was only fair to you. The way your lips briefly curved up only proved it.

Your smile was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen.

Life needs a little sweetness to it, you'd once said. You were right.

As long as Hotch could keep your sweetness in his life, he would be okay with letting true words sit in a drawer in his office. As long as you were happy.

Even if you were happy with someone else.

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[moss-in-my-shoes]

Creepypasta Mansion Au Headcanons

Personally, I love the Creepypasta mansion au stuff. I’ve been eating that shit up since I was what? 7-8? My longest hyperfixation to date probs.

This is just a bunch of random headcanons about the mansion itself/the characters and some of my own ideas and takes on the concept.

My word is not gospel, none of these characters belong to me, I’m just a huge nerd. So yknow.

I know some of these characters may have downright criminal creators, so just keep in mind that I’m just having fun with the characters and am not associated with the creators in any way shape or form. I just like the silly guys and am not promoting or agreeing with anything the creators have done if they have done something.

Have fun and stay safe!

MDNI (for heavy violence and mentions of gore/horror. Along with other subjects not suitable for people under the age of 18. If any of these things bother you, please skip. Thank you)

Spoilers for Marble Hornets and EveryManHybrid so be aware.

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- The mansion is a weird entity all on its own. If you look closely at its walls and floors, it breaths.

- It changes location often, but it’s almost impossible to tell when it does until after it’s happened.

- One minute you’ll be in the overworld, then the underworld, then something in between.

- The overworld is the mortal world where humans live.

- Underworld is where cryptids and monsters live, it’s like a mirror world. Think Stranger Things type beat.

- In between them is a weird crossover where mortals and cryptids can live, but tend not to. People who go missing without a trace usually end up there by falling in by accident. Think like the backrooms but instead of it being endless yellow walls, it looks like the normal world with a large lack of people and more monsters than normal.

- Most people who end up there die or don’t come back. Those who DO come back usually suffer from bad mental issues later (like developing dementia very early on, memory loss, hallucinations, etc)

- Children end up in the crossover the most.

- The crossover is accessible through earth’s cave systems.

- Slenderman found the mansion in the underworld and took up residence, the two of them are now forever connected as one. The mansion can feel what Slenderman feels and Slenderman can feel what the mansion feels.

- The mansion can speak through Slenderman, but tends not to speak at all.

- Slenderman talks to people by talking into their minds and can talk to multiple people at once.

- If Slenderman talks into someone’s mind for too long, it can cause migraines, nosebleeds, and blackouts.

- Hoodie, Masky, and Skully (who yes I know are from Marble Hornets but I can do what I want) last the longest when Slenderman speaks.

- People around the mansion suspect it’s because they were Slenderman’s first proxies and have been around the longest.

- Masky was the first, then Skully, last was Hoodie. They were indoctrinated after the events of Marble Hornets.

- Slenderman ate Alex, Jessica, Seth, and Amy’s souls.

- He like- marinated Alex’s technically lmao.

- People who’re mentally unwell are the easiest for Slenderman to take, which is why he tends to go after mentally ill children and teenagers.

- He does occasionally take in ghosts and spirits with unfinished business. Examples of this are Sally and Ben, who’re both permanently 8 and 12 respectively.

- He has a soft spot for ghost kids, in a way a god pities man, but yknow.

- Kate was taken pretty soon after Hoodie, Masky, and Skully were. The four of them bonded deeply because of their shared and similar trauma.

- Jeff, Jane, Liu, and Toby all got taken around the same time as well.

- Jane and Liu are like their own little team who were victims of Jeff.

- Toby ended up warming up to Skully and Kate, which ended with him joining their group.

- Nina has basically isolated herself due to her manic and obsessive behavior regarding Jeff and EJ. It’s all she talks about, all she thinks about, why she does anything at all. She’s extremely far gone.

- Nobody knows why Slenderman keeps Nina around, but in reality she is an incredibly strong and ruthless killer, fueled by her obsessions. She thinks that doing what she does will impress Jeff and EJ.

- It doesn’t and they tend to avoid her.

- Clockwork and Nina arrived around the same time and Clockwork joined Jane and Liu’s group, but likes to hang out with Kate and Toby. She thinks Masky and Hoodie are boring and Skully is intimidating.

- Lazari and Lulu arrived at the same time, Lazari is being used as a pawn by Slenderman to spite Zalgo but he does once again have a soft spot for her. She hangs out with Sally and Ben the most.

- Lazari is still the daughter of Zalgo and is being held prisoner by Slenderman for his own gain and used to give Slenderman high ground in his and Zalgo’s deadly ongoing rivalry.

- Lulu hangs out with Jane and Liu’s group due to their more laid back and quiet nature.

- Smile dog, Grinny cat, the rake, BOB, Laughing Jack/Jill, and the puppeteer are their own monsters. None of them live at the mansion and they all came from the underworld.

(I’ll do like individual headcanons for everyone if I feel like it lmao, lemme know if you want me to.)

- Slenderman doesn’t really have a goal per se? He eats human souls, the longer he tortures them, the better they taste and the more they sedate him.

- If he doesn’t eat human souls for a certain period of time, he’ll go batshit crazy. All of the people that live in the mansion are killing normal humans from the overworld to feed Slenderman.

- They’re what’s stopping Slenderman from going on a rampage, but it also stops themselves from getting eaten. They prove they’re strong enough and they get to live.

- Slenderman wouldn’t be able to eat Sally, Ben, Liu, EJ, or Lazari’s souls.

- Sally and Ben are ghosts, their souls are between life and death, which Slenderman cannot reach.

- Liu and EJ are humans being infested by other entities, so their souls are intermingled with those entities and tainted by them. Slenderman finds those souls in particular repulsive.

- Lazari isn’t 100% human. She’s half demon because of Zalgo. Slenderman also finds that repulsive.

- No one knows what the mansion is. Is it a monster? Is it a god? Is it something else entirely? No one knows.

- Jeff and EJ hang out and tend to avoid most people in the mansion. They bonded over Nina being obsessed with both of them.

- Sally and Ben kind of come and go as they please, but stick around because it makes them feel like they have a home.

- Slenderman doesn’t care if any of them live or die, but the mansion seems more..parental?

- It shifts and communicates with its control over the floors and walls. It urges them to get out of bed, to put a coat on when it’s cold, to eat a hot meal.

- It would be sweet if you didn’t know that it was always watching.

- The basement isn’t a basement.

- Liu and EJ claim to hear a heartbeat from under the living room floorboards.

- The heartbeat lulls Sally, Lazari, and Ben to sleep a lot of the time. It’s not uncommon to find them all curled up on the couches.

- They can’t hear it, but it’s like a subconscious thing where you can’t realize it’s there but your body knows it’s there.

- Liu and EJ are the exception.

- Slenderman too.

- The mansion is infinite and creates rooms as needed.

- Don’t wander too far inside, it doesn’t make an effort to keep a stable form once you get past the initial hallways and rooms.

- There are rumors that only one human has ever escaped Slenderman’s grasp.

- A guy named..Vinny? His name is whispered on the wind like a secret spoken for no one to hear.

- This gives the people in the mansion a glimmer of hope that maybe one day they’ll be free. If one guy can escape, couldn’t they all?

- Too bad the only way out is death. Death that Slenderman has no control over. When there are other powers at play.

- Say you get killed by an entity of massive magnitude, one that can shape the world how it wants it to be, who rivaled with Slenderman for eons.

- One who is one hell of a bad HABIT.

- But you kill him and you both die together. That is how you escape. Through loopholes.

- Too bad there aren’t enough for everyone.

YoU WIlL BrEaK OVeR aNd OvEr AgaIn.

I WILL PUT YOU BACK TOGETHER.

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Shout out to MH, EMH, PastaMonsters, and people who like to build onto Creepypasta mansion concepts for the inspo for these headcanons!

Be safe and have a nice day!

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

Scar: Okay, it's Projectile Protection, but, hey, it's still good, right? Scar, tossing BigB enchanted leggings: Look at that! Trust! BigB: It ironically went into the cactus— wait... where...? Where'd they go? Scar: ...Oh no. BigB: What did you do with my pants? Scar: Oh no. BigB: What do you mean 'oh no'? Scar. Scar: Oh no. BigB: Scar. Scar: BigB, BigB, BigB, I— I think that— I think the cactus broke it... I just threw it to you, and—  BigB: [angrily starts trying to take the enchanting table] Scar: —okay, okay, alright, alright! Um—  I'mma make this up to you, BigB! I promise! I'mma—  BigB: You— Scar: I—I'mma make this up to you— I'mma— I'mma— BigB: How? Scar: Y'know what, BigB? I'm gonna make you a pair of pants, right now, oh my God, I'm so sorry—

not scar trying to befriend other factions ... and the server glitching and malfunctioning in order to undermine his chances . using a cactus as a catalyst no less . not scar's stark horror, as if this has happened before , as if he recognises the watchers trying to ruin his chance at making allies again , just like in secret life , and his profuse apologising as if he's somehow responsible for the bug despite the fact a server glitch is well out of either of their controls and it would make no sense to hold him accountable for it ... and yet he blames himself anyway and so does bigb because , of course , scar's bad luck .

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

I just want to say that your brain is huge and I enjoy everything you post. Your sense of humour is top tier. Especially your thoughts on BNHA, omg. If I was a rich bastard, I’d patronage the shit out of you.

Anyways, I’ve been reading through your first possession posts and Izuku’s silly little boot camp specifically made to kill that old man, intermixed with First literally stuck in the suffering matrix is fantastic. That line about how the past users have been stuck in the Disney channel since they got to Ninth had me cackling.

I am curious though, how exactly does Izuku swimming through the past user’s memories affect him in the long term? How does Izuku’s new found maternal feelings towards All Might pan out (does he make sure All Might’s eating 3 balanced meals a day and is getting a full eight hours of sleep?)? How many gray hairs does Aizawa have by the end of this?

Thanks for sharing your ideas and your stellar writing. Hope you’re having a good one! :)

Honestly Izuku’s mostly okay he just needs therapy but he already probably should have been in therapy so it’s not exactly a big change

Izuku’s just got a bunch of the past users mixed in with him now that he can separate out but hasn’t really had a chance to. He remembers doing things he objectively never did. He remembers being people he wasn’t. He remembers having a desire to ruffle all mights hair with a motherly affection and has to go lie down for a bit before the humiliation kills him stone dead.

The effects from First’s memories are the worst because he lived through a lot more of First’s memories than the others’, and also First’s memories are a fucking horror movie. And like. Everyone else has plenty of horror movie shit too, frankly, but Izuku didn’t get lost in their memories nearly as much as he did First’s. He didn’t experience their worst bits and doesn’t remember them.

Izuku has a bit more of a separation from First’s memories than First himself does. He knows it never happened to him. It’s not as visceral as it is to First. He definitely needs therapy because holy fuck but not nearly as bad as First does.

Honestly the most lasting effect is that Izuku is going around having been personally groomed by the past users as their truest successor, which is unfortunate, because the past users are fucking insane. Living with them is like a mix between a frat house and a full immersion survival workshop for the CIA. Izuku has never felt a more profound sense of belonging in his life. Everyone is so locked in here. He is home.

I just really like the idea that all the past users went through life like: *horrified realization* “I am gods strongest soldier.” They were all so uniquely fucked compared to the rest of society. They all had to deal with the shittiest freak that ever was and usually they did it alone. And then they find themselves inside one for all and they’re finally amongst people who understand just how much that guy sucks. They just all ended up feeling very protective of each other. Love is stored in the ghosts in the bones. That also happens to be where they store the violence.

It’s a very collegiate environment and Izuku is In The Group. Whenever he’s out of his own bones he acts like the past user’s bullshit is both common knowledge and the expectation and legitimately Aizawa has no idea what was wrong with those people but whatever it was was significant. He tries to broach with Izuku what they found out about first and Izuku 1) already knew and 2) shares that he, along with the other past users, think it’s fucked up that they looked at that stuff. The past user hive mind seems to have collectively decided it’s the equivalent of purposefully going through someone else’s memories without permission, which, as everyone knows, is a serious breach of personal boundaries. They’re existing under social norms designed for a ghost roommate situation within a child’s bones and Aizawa is so so tired.