#;; ( you may chase me but you'll never ever catch me. ABOUT )

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ Stray Kids Giving You Booty Slaps ♡

♡ Tis another reaction request fulfilled and honestly these are actually quite fun. Send them to me forever♡

Pairing: boyfriend!skz x reader

Genre: fluff & a tad suggestive

Warnings: all the ✨booty pats✨

♡ @anyamaris and so begins your eternal tags ♡

♡ Hyunjin likes to use your booty as a pillow when he's doing sketches in his notebook or scrolling his phone cause it's so comfy and lightly slapping it soothes him. It truly doesn't matter to him where you guys are at the time. The beach with friends. A picnic at the park. Wherever. If you're lying on your stomach, he's going straight to his fav spot.

♡ Changbin brings you to the gym because he does sincerely want to share his passion for fitness with you but it's also the best excuse ever to slap you on the booty. Even if your form's flawless he'll avoid congratulating you too much, choosing instead to slap your booty every time you slip up which will be often. So obviously he has you working on your squats a lot.

♡ Lee Know considers booty slapping to be a passion. An art, even. There's no reason for him to do it other than because he wants to and this man always wants to. His methods range from soft pats when you're sitting on his lap to grabbing handfuls of ass in public or chasing you around the room slapping it hard simply because he doesn't want you to know peace.

♡ Bang Chan plays your booty like it's a set of bongos whenever you're in his arms. Not only does the physical contact with you feel nice, your booty has some solid acoustics, honey. He spaces out sometimes humming the tunes to songs he's brainstorming. If not for his love of drumming on your cheeks Case 143 may have never happened.

♡ Seungmin uses booty slaps as a way to get you to focus all of your attention on him because he struggles to outright ask you for it. He tries to be sneaky at first with little pinches here and there but if you ignore him he'll get bolder, slapping it so hard that it's audible and you have no choice but to give the puppy whatever it is that he wants.

♡ I.N can grab your butt whenever he wants to but you can't grab his whenever you want to. It's against the rules. What rules? His. Don't question this man. You'll never see him smile wider than the moments when he knows he's made you happy or when he's in a possessive, bratty mood and successfully gets his hands on your cheeks.

♡ Felix loves a nice, soft plushie that he can cuddle, kiss, slap, and squeeze with all of the aggressive affection his little bbokari heart has to offer. Of all his plushies, your booty's his absolute favorite. For this very reason, he can only really touch it the way he wants in private. The risk of him getting way too into it in public and forgetting other people can see is super high.

♡ Han couldn't hide when he was about to pat your booty if he wanted to because he has a habit of being so vocal with it. He has to tell you what a cute butt you have, how adorable you are, and how much he loves you. Once Han gets started it's gonna lead to cuddles 100% of the time so if you try to run and he catches you just get comfy.

[mrsnancywheeler]

Okay but like imagine Finnick Odair who takes your virginity but lets you explore him first.

He knows you’re nervous, he knows it’s your first time so he sits with you on the bed as you use travel from his face, to his shoulders, to his arms. You trace his abs with your finger, outlet transfixed on him. He lets you jerk him off so the idea of him cumming isn’t as freaky to you-

-🌾anon

literally so hot and so, so on brand for the sweetest man to have ever lived

he doesn't know how you manage to seem like the most exposed person in the world when he's the one with his clothes off, but he knows he finds it endearing. and for a while you're just standing there, staring at him, too nervous to look anywhere but his face, and it makes him chuckle, "you know you can look at me, honey"

"sorry"

"you're okay, sweetheart. y'know you can touch too." and for a while you just stare so softly, so lovingly into his eyes, that he realizes the way you're making him feel exposed now has nothing to do with nakedness. you're peeling back his soul.

eventually your hands find his hair, a place of comfort, a place that is known. running through his soft curls, tousling them, and it feels therapeutic. then your hands trail down to his face, tracing across every line and bump and curve, eyes memorizing every inch of him. then you're on to his neck, the slope of his shoulders, all familiar territory, and you're scared that going further downwards is crossing a barrier with him even if he's told you otherwise. so you pause and he knows, giving a reassuring nod that you'll not be trespassing wherever you may wander. nervously your hands are feeling the expense of his chest, getting to know his body, not just have briefly touched it in between a kiss, but know it. across his stomach, each dip from his ribs, every muscle, you learn them intently. finally you've wandered down to where you know nothing about, and you're terrified to mess something up.

"see how I'm getting harder, honey? that's me getting ready for you, kinda like when you start to get wet-" and the bluntness of his words it making your face heat up, you're burying your face into his shoulder.

"finn-"

he's chuckling again because he doesn't understand how you manage to be so adorable. "I'm gonna be inside you, sweetheart, it's okay." after a second he's leading your face away from him to have you look down. "you've never done this before, honey, and so I don't want to freak you out when I cum. you ever seen someone cum before?" and you're shaking your head, eyes all wide and attentive. "I want you to see what it is before it just happens, is that okay?" you nod, "need you to use your words, honey"

"yeah, it's okay." he's smiling softly at you and guiding your hand down to his member. helping you hold it, showing you how to move your hand.

"it'll be just like that, honey. you want to try on your own?"

you're nodding, "yeah." and you're so good, like you know how fast to go, how to grip him perfectly.

"oh, god, feels so good, doing it just right. such a good girl." and he barely catches the small whine you give out at the nam, but you keep going. eyes chasing his face for reactions to your movements, which are a plenty.

"you like it when I call you that?" and for a moment everything halts and you're staring at him like a deer in the headlights, "it's okay, honey, you can keep going. not a bad thing, don't gotta be embarrassed. just need to know what you like...fuck, feels so good. good fucking girl." and you've confirmed everything for him when you whine again and bite your lip. you keep going, memorizing the way he moves, the way his brows furroe together until finally he's nearly there. "almost...there, god, so you're gonna see what happens, god you do this so good. so much better then my hand, honey." the praise makes you go somehow even faster and he's quickly letting go.

anyways I'm in love with him, in love with this, and in love with you pookie 💋

[deadlynavigation]

Satan's My Fuckbuddy

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairing: Blitzø x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, brief mention of smut in the beginning and end.

Author's Note: Sorry Lilith. More of this to come, guys. I may turn this into a series.

I do not own Helluva Boss. Pls don't come after me.

Do not copy, plagiarize, or translate any of my works or their assets.

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"You know, you could've told me you and the big boss himself used to fuck," Blitzø pants, his head turning to look back at the city's firey ruins.

"Oh, sorry," you respond breathlessly, a sickly sweet smile spready across your face. "I wasn't aware that little bit of information would lead to us running from a burning city after almost being banned from everything Hell has to offer!" By the time you finish your rant, you're almost screaming, and Blitzø's put another foot of space between you two.

A boom sounds from behind you, followed by a large crash. "How many times have I told you-" your boss yells over the noise. "Sleeping with rich assholes that live six fucking rings down never ends well!"

"You think I listen to your rants about rich assholes?" You shout over another boom. A boom which sounded way too close for comfort, so you pick up the pace, Blitz doing the same.

You're almost to the elevator that will ship you back to Imp City. The isolated building that holds such transportation is in your line of sight, only a few yards or so away. And if your luck holds, you'll get there with minimal injuries-

It's too easy. Blitz's eyes widen as he realizes this, and turns over his shoulder to glance at the literal devil chasing you both.

Shit.

"Time to start sprinting, toots." Blitz turns back in a panic. Even from your peripheral vision, you can see his wide eyes and anxious expression, which prompts you to look where he had seconds ago.

What you see has you moving faster than you've ever moved before. Lucifer himself is on your tail, his devil form taking the place of his standard, human-like form. His feathered wings are spread, blocking the red sky from view. His horns are larger than usual, and his face could make any sinner fall to their knees.

Hot.

After a moment of staring at Lucifer in all his glory, you stop running. Your breaths slow and your heart stops trying to escape from your chest as you blink slowly in realization.

Blitz turns around once he notices the absense of your footfalls, only to find you completely still with Satan quickly catching up.

"Are you fucking insane?!" Your boss shrieks.

You shake your head. "Nope, just realistic. We're not gonna outrun the Devil. Why try and get in even more trouble with him?"

Blitz looks at you like you just said Moxxie was right about something. After he stands like that for a long second and comes to terms with your statement, he sighs, walking up to you as he rubs his forehead.

"If we get killed by this guy, you're paying for my next horse-riding lesson."

Your snarky response is droned out by Lucifer dropping to his feet in front of the both of you. He looks ready to rip every limb from your body and then feed them to the other's corpse, but he restrains himself, taking a deep breath and folding his wings in.

"Have you any idea what you've done, imp?" He says in a deep voice, his every syllable sending chills down your spine.

Blitz goes to respond, but you know him talking will only worsen the situation. So, you jump in, shoving a hand over your boss's mouth and speaking.

"Yes, My Lord. And from the bottoms of our hearts, we apologize, but we really must get going-"

Lucifer holds up a hand, commanding your silence. He blinks at you, tilting his head and furrowing his brows. His true form slowly melts away as he studies you.

"Y/n?" He questions softly, as though he thought he'd never see you again.

You purse your lips, half in fear, half in annoyance. Lucifer has always done things on his own time (not including his fall, of course), and that doesn't seem to have changed.

"Yup." You eventually force out. The Devil blinks one more before a smile starts to dawn on his face.

"Heyy, how've you been? Long time no see," And he brings you into a bro hug like you're long-lost friends and not past fuckbuddies.

"I've been great," you respond hesitantly once he releases you from the hug. Maybe being casual, playing it cool, will release you from the Devil's clutches. "Got another job, made some new friends. What about you?"

Lucifer beams with your reciprocation of friendliness. "Yes, I've heard of your developing social life. Al says hi, by the way. And life is great; Charlie's in on another project- I think it's a hotel -and no demons have caused an uproar. It's practically paradise."

"Good, good. Listen, it's been a good chat, but could we schedule for another time? I kinda have somewhere to be." It's not a lie- you do want to get home soon. Where there are no Satans chasing you down for small talk.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Do you still have that number? I'll text you the address of a nice little tea shop for next week."

"Looking forward to it," You laugh nervously and start backing away, grabbing Blitz while doing so. "All righty, I'll see you then!" And with that, you're off, walking as quickly as possible without running.

It's silent until you get into the huge elevator that'll ship you back to Imp City. Blitz is next to you, giving you a weird look.

"What?" You snap.

"Was he good in bed?"

"BliTZ-"

"Hey, he almost blew us up. I deserve an answer, at least."

You sigh. "Is that what you think?"

"Yes, it is." Your boss responds, slouching into his spot as though preparing to wait you out.

The elevator is quiet while your resolve holds for a solid two seconds.

"He did this thing-"

"Fuck yeah he did. He's Satan." Blitz interrupts.

You hit him with a glare. "Do you want this or not?"

"I do, I do. Sorry. Go on."

You stare at him a moment longer before continuing. "This thing with his hands-"

"I'd be disappointed if he didn't."

"BLITZ."

What do you think? Series or no? OR I branch out and do Hazbin Hotel oneshots? Let me know!

[happyhauntt]

a writer & his muse — sirius black

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─── summary: renowned mystery writer sirius black has a new muse, and it just so happens to be the homicide detective who hates him. (castle!au)

─── pairing: mystery writer!sirius black x detective!reader.

─── warnings: fluffy banter, mild threats of violence, sirius is a little bastard and knows it, honestly just a fun time. muggle au.

─── word count: 1k.

You're not entirely sure what you did to deserve this sort of punishment.

The station is pretty quiet when you arrive, as it usually is this early in the morning. A sigh of relief escapes you as you arrive at your desk, dropping your bag at the foot of your chair, and you realise that aforementioned punishment — the newest irritation in your life — has yet to arrive.

You’d really love to know what you did to deserve this. Whether you accidentally pissed off some ancient deity, or cut in line at the supermarket so your cosmic karma is unbalanced, or perhaps your boss just really hates you, even though he invited you to his birthday barbecue a few months ago and had called you, endearingly, the 'best detective he'd ever trained.'

You hadn't thought he could be harbouring a secret grudge against you, but really, what other reason could there be for this kind of punishment?

And it is a punishment. Of that, you have no doubt. It is a tooth-grinding, migraine-inducing kind of punishment, and if you weren't acutely aware of the consequences, you might have tried to murder him by now.

Him being, of course, the world-famous mystery writer, Sirius Black.

What a smarmy, egotistical little bastard.

From the very moment he sauntered into the station, wearing a beat-up leather jacket and a devil-may-care smirk, you'd known your life was about to get complicated. Or, well, more complicated.

Your job is difficult enough, chasing down criminals and solving murders all day, without having a nosy moron breathing down your neck, spouting crackpot conspiracy theories when the evidence is much more straightforward.

You hear his footsteps on the linoleum before he strolls around the corner, clutching a cup of takeout coffee in each hand. He sets one of them on the desk in front of you, brandishing a crooked grin like a weapon.

"How is my lovely muse this morning?" He winks at you as he slumps into a nearby chair, pulled close to the corner of your desk for research purposes. You wonder if he's ever heard the phrase 'personal space'.

Your lip curls. A slew of paperwork has been spread across your desk for an hour, all related to the case you solved earlier in the week, where Black had been, surprisingly, somewhat helpful. Your boss had been liberal with his praise, and Black's ego had puffed up to an insufferable degree.

Unfortunately, you're now reaping the consequences.

"Considering if I can kill you and make it look like an accident," you reply, your voice flat. You sniff the coffee before taking a sip. Annoyance punches through you when you realise he has your coffee order memorised. You want to bury him in a shallow grave.

Black leans back in his chair, a wide grin sweeping over his face. "If anyone could, it would be you."

"Does any part of this shadowing gig involve helping me with the, frankly ridiculous, amount of paperwork you generate?"

He purses his lips in thought for a moment before shaking his head. Strands of shaggy black hair fall around his face. "Never really written the paperwork into my books. A bit boring, you know. Nothing the readers want to bother with."

You roll your eyes. "And yet, Mr Black, you insist on bothering me."

"Sirius, please." He chuckles at you. How were you unlucky enough to catch his attention? How insane is he, wanting to follow a homicide detective around for research on his new book? "Mr Black is my father, and a large part of the reason I write mysteries, not horror." He feigns a shudder.

"Mr Black," you say, fixing him with an unamused glare. "When, exactly, do you think you'll be finished with your book?"

"Detective, you wound me!" He splays his hand over his chest, just above his heart. You try not to stare at the tattoos flexing across his knuckles, or the way his shirt goes tight across his chest. "Here I was, thinking you enjoyed our time together."

"Like a hole in the head," you mutter.

There's a teasing twinkle in his eyes. He takes a long sip of his own coffee while you return your attention to the paperwork, scribbling your signature in the appropriate places.

Every once in a while, you can feel him watching you. Eyes like swirls of cigarette smoke, analysing your every move. There’s an odd little tick he has, his fingers tapping an unfamiliar rhythm against his leg. Whether the sound is soothing or frustrating, you can’t quite decide.

The shrill ringing of your desk phone startles you both. He’s trying not to laugh, you can tell, as your hand darts out to answer it.

I wonder if this is how zoo animals feel, you think to yourself as you listen to the officer on the other end of the line. You scratch the information out onto a post-it note, an address and a few other key details, before hanging up.

He’s a bundle of energy beside you. His knee bounces, and there’s a gleam in his eyes that is beyond inappropriate, considering the circumstances of your job and his so-called research.

It’s like being stalked by a golden retriever, except you’re certain you would prefer the dog over Sirius Black’s presence.

“Grab your coat, Mr Black. We’ve got a body.” You push yourself away from your desk, filing the paperwork away in the drawer for later.

He bounces to his feet with a level of enthusiasm that should, frankly, be illegal.

“Try to be a little less excited,” you say in a chiding, exhausted voice as you lead him out of the station. “Someone is dead.”

“I’ll try to be as macabre as possible, detective,” he assures you. He climbs into the passenger seat of your car, drumming his fingers against his leg in that bizarre non-rhythm again. “I’ll channel my mother. You know, I based one of my characters on her…”

Tuning him out is easier said than done, but you do your best. The book must be nearly finished. How much more research can he possibly do?

You just have to grit your teeth and bear his presence for a few more weeks. You just have to make sure you don’t kill him for a few more weeks. He’ll surely get bored of you and find a new muse at some point, right?

[jumpywhumpywriter]

The Wise wolf and The Foolish Fox

Warnings: death, animal trapping, grief, pain

🔥🔥🔥🔥

This story is more special to me than most. Why? BECAUSE MY 12 YEAR OLD LITTLE SISTER WROTE IT! 😱 I'm so insanely proud of her, and she did a great job too! I let her use my character "Wise Wolf" from the other stories I've written, and she decided to write her own "moral ending" story all on her own! I got her permission to post it here. Please like and comment so I can show her that people like it! (She'd be so excited to read positive & encouraging comments, especially since ths is one of the first official stories she's ever written) 😁😁 She's following in my footsteps as a writer, and I think she shows some great potential for only being 12 years old! Anyone else agree?

My sister chose the moral to be about "enjoying life while you have time", and appreciating the small joys it has to offer instead of focusing on the darkness and pain that often haunts us. To not worry about the future, but to enjoy the present. You'll see that the style is a bit different since this is NOT my writing!

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Wolf elegantly flew over logs and debris as he raced after the morning rays. Sunlight streamed through the forest canopy as he burst out and into a beautiful meadow crowned in light like a large golden blanket had been draped over it. Dry grass wet with morning dew crunched under his delicate paw pads.

He lunged into the frigid river, delighting in the bitter cold as he snapped at the fish that darted away from him, knowing he would never be able to catch one. Wolf splashed onto the rocky shore, shaking water from his shaggy gray pelt; droplets splattering on the rocks beneath him. He snapped at a curious monarch butterfly that had investigated his muzzle, barking joyfully as he slipped and scrambled to regain his balance on the rocks that covered the shore.

Fox had observed his strange antics, and thought him a fool. For only a fool would chase after things that they could never dream of catching, and frolic around like a pup outside the den for the first time instead of hunting. Fox had lost her 1st litter of pups to hunters, and had lost her 2nd litter to hawks and badgers, and she was filled with bitterness and emptiness.

She had howled into the wind a mournful cry of bitter rage, “What is the meaning of all this if we are all just to die and be forgotten? Why put us through all of this misery just to be swept away by Death? What is the meaning of life if life will never come without death? Why do we make friends if we shall lose them someday? Why do we try if we shall always fail?”

So Fox approached Wolf; her mind was filled only with sorrow and depression, she no longer felt joy or happiness, only pain and suffering.

“Wolf, why do you do such frivolous things? Why do you chase things you could never catch and stalk creatures that will always become aware of your presence before you can pounce? Why do you run through the meadows and trees expending all your energy that you should be using for hunting and surviving? Surely only a fool would choose to frolic around like a pup that left the den for the first time. Surely only a naive beast would play like a little pup instead of working. Surely only an idiot would waste energy catching butterflies.”

Wolf locked his beautiful amber eyes on her, and replied, “Look at the stars. They never worry or fear, and yet they might die just like the rest of us. You should savor every moment, for it may be your last. I choose to live my life to the fullest; to enjoy every moment and every success. I should ask you; why do you mope around expecting life to be nothing but misery? Do you not know that for every fall there's always a rise? Do you not understand how beautiful life is? I choose joy because I can. Life isn't short, it is quite long. You might as well enjoy the moment for there will never be another. There will never be another today. So I might as well enjoy it. After all, only a fool sees wisdom as foolish.”

And Fox barked a laugh, barely believing what she heard, “Ha! What a fool you are! I have never seen a more naive idiot in all my days! And you're younger than me by 2 years! You should be listening to me, little pup! I am no fool, and you are no genius. You are so naive with your head in the clouds! Life is nothing but cruel and unfair. Unfair in the sense that it gave me more brain cells than you!”

Wolf frowned, and turned to leave. But before he left, he threw one last thing over his shoulder, “You may be laughing now, but when death comes to take what is owed, I shall look back on my life, and I won't regret a single second of it.”

And when death came to take their lives, Wolf came peacefully, and of no regrets. For he had lived his life to the fullest, and had made far more good memories than one could count. And he joined his pack among the stars in eternal joy.

But when death came for the fox in the manner of a hunter's snare, she regretted everything. She wished that she had listened to Wolf, and that she had lived her life in full instead of living the half life she had. In her last moments, she wished that she had not been such a fool. For the Wolf had chosen hard happiness over deep depression. He may have been mocked by many because of his young age and pup-like actions, but he was indeed the wisest of them all. For age never defines wisdom. And it is better to live with hard happiness than with deep depression.

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[yanderes-galore]

PLEASE A YANDERE SPRINGTRAP(yes I know i'm obsessed) PLEASE! Plot: Reader actually escapes by outsmarting him(somehow)

I don' t know who made this but it's funny!

I can try to! Also, yeah, the image is funny. Sorry for the long wait!

This sort of implies you were the first nightguard in Fazbear's Fright and William is getting used to being Springtrap.

You Who Got Away

Yandere! Springtrap Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Sadism, Haunted animatronic this time, Start of obsession, Murder mention.

Anger made the haunted bot shudder. He had slipped up, let himself be fooled by you, now you left scot free. He kept twitching with rage.

Oh if he was still human such mistakes wouldn't have been made! Thirty years of rotting and he's lost his senses. He can barely function within his mechanical tomb. It will take some getting used to.

This had been his first encounter with you. The first time he's met you and you've already made him frustrated. Not only had you been able to leave, but you left him feeling strange.

In his past he had been a murderer. Ever since his family fell apart he had been cold. Yet here you are, making him feel strange while he's forced to live here in purgatory.

He was either too stuborn to die or was being kept in this state.

When he was transported here he was unsure how to feel. Up until he realized at night security cameras were on. Then he met you.

What a poor soul you were. Trapped here with him for a measly paycheck. When he laid eyes on you... he stalled.

You were the perfect victim. He knew your fate would be to die at his hands. Yet...

He felt killing you would ruin the fun.

He shouldn't waste you. He knew you and him would have so much fun. He couldn't help himself, he wanted to hunt you.

Your fear was delectable when he stared at you from the window. His dead eyes never leave yours. You were more of a rabbit than him.

You sat there in confused fear, hands tapping about on a tablet while quivering. He tilts his head with a wide grin. You had no idea what, or who, you were dealing with.

He hears a distant laughter in the distance. He glances at your hand on a button with disinterest. Audio meant to fool him? Why would that work?

You glance at the clock to see the time. He then takes the time to move closer from the other side. It was 4:50 AM.

"A new soul for me to slaughter, hm?"

The smell of rot makes you recoil, the rabbit standing in the doorway. You shuffle yourself towards the vent. He doesn't notice yet.

"Oh, dear... I think you'll prove to be a fun toy for me."

As if to prove his point, you dart into the vent. He's puzzled for a moment but engages in this game of chase. He knew you'd prove promising.

That was what became of most your night. You trying to run from Springtrap. The longer the chase went on the more he enjoyed you.

He could kill you when he caught you.... But there was so much more he could do. They probably wouldn't give him a victim as good as you again.

You were so clever. You fooled him by making noise and shuffling away. There were times he thought he'd catch you...

Then you'd come up with some new trick.

By the time that clock dinged and you flew out of those doors, he was left frustrated and stunned. He loved the chase yet now he couldn't stop twitching. He's... disappointed among other things.

He was frustrated he made a fool of himself and let you go. He was satisfied that you fueled his sadistic desires. He was also on edge as he may now never see you again.

He doubted anyone would believe you. A haunted robot? That's just the sleep deprivation. Although he was concerned you'd quit before he caught you.

He stares at the door with consideration. Following you wouldn't work as he would quickly be caught. Instead he stays still in front of the exit.

The idea of you quitting made him shake more, you'd think the springlocks were going off on his bones. He was upset. He gains consciousness again with new life, is tempted with such a treat, then loses it in the same night.

He'll just have to have faith that you'll return. Perhaps you're desperate enough for the money, hm? He'll just have to be patient and wait.

He can't believe he wants you to come back...

However, he knows if you do, he'll be sure you don't get away this time.

[cherryxsapphic]

Mother Gooseberry babying/coddling y/n headcanons! Pretty please 🥺 I want to feel tiny

Absolutely!! Love bug ♡

to be honest with you, I've been really obsessed with outlast trials lately and has been playing non stop recently, because I wanna get to the second catalog!!

Warnings: blood, gore, injury, basic outlast stuff

→ you were certainly new to the trials pretty much stepping on every trap you could possibly find. Even though you didn't do it on purpose. It's just every time you would run from an enemy a trap would somehow be in front of you and you know what happens next. and also you got bullied a lot by the enemies, especially the giants and Coyle and also Franco. (broskis in his widowmaker era hitting me from across the map😔)

→ but anyways, when it came to Mother gooseberey, she was such a breath of fresh air. There was something about her that generally comforted you, as sick and twisted as that may be considering that she chases you around with a drill that is her father and has a real yapping problem and probably should be locked up for life if he wasn't actually dead rip. (We love him tho) but his daughter adores you and has pretty much made it in her brain that you're her baby, and that when she catches you you won't be able to escape from her grip!!

→ ok, and once she has you, you are literally spoiled with affection, it's everything from smooches, her literally carrying you, which is insane, considering she has only one free hand/arm, Her other arm is amputated and has the drill obviously. So, like, imagine, she's holding you with one arm, ok? both of your hands around her neck and you're just curled up in her side, and she just casually carrying you like its nothing.

→ so basically any affection that you could possibly think of she gives it to you, unless she's not capable of it of course. But she tries and also she has a tendency of hugging you so hard that you have to tell her that you need to breathe but ya know you'll be fine.

→ also, another scenario I'd like to imagine is, ok, imagine you're on that fancy bed that we all first see when we do the tutorial, for the very first part of the game. The exact same fancy bed that we have to hide under because of the psychosis dude. Ok, so Mother Gooseberry is laying down you're on top of her, your face is in her neck or in her shoulder/chest. Her hand on your back, and you're just essentially laying on top of her on your stomach, and you're just curled up, and she's rubbing your back and let me tell you, you had the best sleep you ever had since you made it to this facility.

→ also another thing I'd like to mention she is very over protective and possessive of you obviously your her baby, her little Angel that could do no wrong essentially. if you get injured somehow like really bad, bleeding, gash, basically the most horrendous thing that you could possibly think of or whether someone mess with you or you got hurt while just exploring the orphans/mansion (because who wouldn't) Phyllis thy Futterman will be drilling a bitch and who knows you might be able to watch her put a cute new face on one of her dolls/latest victims 🥰 (if your into that ofc)

→ and if your injured, she would gently bandage you up and if you ask nicely, she might even kiss it better. Also another thing, even Dr. Futterman went off the chain, even though he's been in bag jail alot for insulting you. Phyllis says he cares deep down, but whether that's true we'll never know.

Hi!! so if you made it this far, thank you!! I know I pretty much Yapped the whole entire time but I hope y'all enjoyed it!!

And also whoever requested this, I hope you like it and that it's up to your standards. ♡

[sincerelyyoursg]

Of running and kisses

a/n: i don't like this but i haven't posted in so long...

warnings: not edited, i feel like this is more of fanon rafe but who cares

masterlist.

This was not how it should've happen. At no point in his plan did Rafe imagine chasing after you to tell you the truth. You were his friend, for God's sake, you shouldn't run away from him.

You knew what he had done. You knew about what it did to him, and you knew of feeling of blood he still felt on his hands. Rafe wasn't a bad guy, he never was. Perhaps he wasn't a good guy either, but never bad.

All his life, he needed to be loved the way he loved, when he loved truly. Because when he really loved, he would have done anything. Even if that included running after you, not caring if his 'reputation' or 'look' was now messed up.

He needed his best friend. He loved you more than he ever allowed himself, and what for? You were a nice girl, someone whose life should be peaceful, and whose partner would love her and love only, to never cause you pain.

He loved you too much for your own good, and it killed him. He couldn't bring himself to tell you the truth about how he feels, because it would have ruined it all.

Rafe wasn't an easy person to love. He was aware of that, and he tried to change. For you. So maybe, just maybe, his best friend could love him back.

Now, when he was going the fastest he ever did to try to catch you, to tell you that she meant nothing to him, that she was a distraction from you, because he couldn't allow himself to hurt you by loving you. Now he thought about just letting go. He'll let you run, and he'll never show up in your live again. Rafe is going to make you happy.

He didn't even realized that you stopped, that he's so close to you now. One last goodbye.

"Y/n." The name fell from his lips so easily, like he was certain that this was the last time you allowed him to get so close, and that he had to take the chance of it.

"Rafe, are you seriously so stupid?"

He stopped in his tracks, looking at her tear-stained face. What is she talking about?

"What?"

Rafe saw the moment it appeared to you, when your eyes finally found his. He knew then, in that exact moment, that he was nothing but fucked.

"I love you. I love you so, so much, and it's painful. I see the way you act around me, and for a moment I think that maybe you love me too, but I don't know how to feel anymore! I'm trying my best not to run away right now, because I know that if I did, I wouldn't find my happiness. So, you know what they say, right? I'm just a girl-"

"-standing in front of a boy, who already loves her so much." He finished, having watched girl's favorite movie so many times.

Tears were gathering in his eyes, because he knew then too. If he never tried, he'd never live happily. Never without you.

"I love you more than I have loved anything in my entire life. I tried not to, because you deserve so much better than me. But I can't let you go just like that."

"I know." You answered, taking a step closer to him. Small smile appeared on both of your lips, as he took a small step closer to you.

"May I?"

And as you nodded, it was all okay. Maybe Rafe was a hard person to love. Maybe you deserved someone better. But you wanted him, and he wanted you. You'll manage.

Deep down you knew you were always right. Always romantic at soul, and he found it amusing. But love really always did find a way.

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Owari no Seraph chapter 140 english fan translation

TWO MONTHS IN A ROW ON TIME LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

the official is already out at here thanks for reading :3

What is reflected in the progenitors' eyes....

Owari no Seraph chapter 140: The World We're Gunning For

Urd: Rigr, what are you going to do about this?

Saitou: About what?

Urd: Why are you allowing this????

Saitou: What else am I supposed to do? We don't fully understand the situation and no one's going anywhere.

Urd: Hm, that may be true but....do you ever remember eating THAT much? When you were human?

Saitou: Man I don't know. That was forever ago*

Urd: And, Rigr

Saitou: Hm?

Urd: What you mentioned seeing from inside the First, do you really believe it?

Saitou: About the age of angels? I do.

Urd: You really mean to say that the First didn't, in fact, throw us away, but that he'd been working to save us? Rigr..he's the one you've been trying to get revenge on all this time....

Saitou: Well, I wouldn't say vengeance is what I wanted. I would've been satisfied just catching up with him.

Urd: And would you say you have?

Saitou: ...well that's the thing isn't it. Father never did deign to speak to me about any of it after all.

Urd: Just like how you are with us. You really take after him.

Saitou: Guilty as charged

Saitou: So, Yuu-kun

Yuu: Hnrf?

Saitou: Aren't you worried you'll hurt yourself eating so much so fast?

Yuu: Nah, in order to handle sorting through all the information I got absorbing the First and also Mika's-I mean uh, my demon's power when he lets loose, I need a metric ton of calories

Mika Huh

Mika: Hey, wh-YUUCHAN HOW MUCH ARE YOU GONNA TELL THEM???

Saitou: ...that's funny. Earlier you said that the First had been absorbed by other humans who were hostile to you, didn't you?

Yuu: Yeah that happened too, about 70% of him went to them. But he willingly gave me 30% of that power.

The spell to revive Mikaela

The spell to hide the world from paradise

The spell to destroy paradise

Saitou: What is this

Yuu: It's the magic he gave me to save the world with I guess

Saitou: To save the world...?

Yuu: Listen, you guys have seen the First's memories too right? He made sure we knew that you know.

Saitou: Interesting...and what about it?

Yuu: Well that's why I was thinking that our goals would align now, y'know. That's why I'm telling you all this now.

Saitou: ...what is your goal?

Yuu: I already told you that. All of the entire whole world, including the First--!!

Saitou: Complete resurrection of the entire world, you mean?

Yuu: Huh?

Yuu: Ah, yeah let's call it that! That sounds cool actually!

Urd: And are the angels included in that?

Yuu: Of course

Urd: Even though the First received divine punishment for attempting to do just that...?

Yuu: Well I think that's probably what this spell, the one to hide the world from paradise, is for. And over here is the spell to destroy paradise.

Saitou: And the other one?

Yuu: Pretty sure this is the spell to revive Mikaela

Saitou Narration: In the First's memories I saw that within Mikaela was gathered the power of Light. If we came into possession of that resurrecting the angels would be possible....

Saitou: The First has been trying for so long to resurrect Mikaela and has never once succeeded, though. He took up the challenge time and again with no sign of any outcome but failure.

Yuu: We're different. Or actually, we've realized his mistake.

Saitou: And that is?

Yuu: Well now that much we can't reveal unless you promise we're on the same side from now on.

Mika, secretly: Even though a spoken promise means nothing from them.

Yuu, also secretly: Don't worry about it

Yuu: Saitou, you were always chasing in the First's footsteps. You formed the Hyakuya Brotherhood to oppose the JIDA he created and you even created the place we called the Hyakuya Orphanage. So you've gotta be pretty smart, huh? You can weild the humans' sorcery and the vampires' wealth of knowledge, I'd bet your way smarter than Guren and Mahiru and them.

Yuu: And if you are, prove it. Figure these spells out, help us.

Yuu: ...ah, actually let me rephrase that.

Yuu: Trust yourself with the First's dream. Resurrect the world.

Urd: I'm against this. We already have a much safer course of action right in front of us. Returning to paradise, grasping at the forbidden, resurrecting angels, these are all things the First PROVED to us can't be done.

Urd: So in that case

Saitou: Don't

Urd: Rigr, move.

Saitou: I can't do that

Urd: How many times are we going to make this same mistake?

First: *screaming*

Saitou: I understand, Father. This time I'll...

Saitou: Urd, if you'd call our father's actions a mistake, we have not once yet committed the same crime. Just living the endless days hopelessly, that's what makes us undead.**

Urd: ....I don't want to watch you turn into the First. Past this point, there'll be things you can't take back.

Saitou: Isn't that what life's all about? Have you lived so long you've forgotten that?

Urd: You're not gonna get me to agree with you

Urd: YOU ABANDONED US FOR THE SAKE OF THIS WORLD'S STABILITY. OUR JOB WAS TO PROTECT THAT STABILITY AND WE DID IT THE WHOLE TIME, WITHOUT YOU.

Saitou: Oh, well your mission has ended. Job well done, I'm here to relieve you now.

Saitou: If you've decided not to behead me, you should join us in our complete resurrection of the entire world.

Urd: You've always been so goddamn selfish.

Saitou: And you've always been too good.

Saitou: How's that, Yuu?*** Is this going how you wanted? Or are you really the First? And we're still in the palm of you....

Yuu: Nope, this is exactly what I wanted! You guys rock!!

Yuu: And coming up with "complete resurrection of the entire world?" I'm vibing with that way harder than Guren's 'resurrection of all humanity.' It's got kick to it!!

Saitou: Uh. Is that so

Yuu: OK SO! SAITOU!! URD!! LET'S DO THIS TOGETHER!! IT'S THE COMPLETE RESURRECTION OF THE ENTIRE WORLD!!

Saitou: .....Yeah?

Ky: I'm really not a fan of all this complicated talk. I've yet to come across a reason for being alive in the first place.

Ky: Hey you, what do you think.

Kid: EEK-! What..??

Ky: Answer me in 3 seconds or I'll suck out all your blood and you'll die. Three. Two.

Kid: Ah-uhm...wh-I don't seem to have caught the question!?

Ky: What's your reason to live?

Kid: I- I've never really thought about it!

Ky: ...good answer. It's all so arbitrary. There's no meaning to this world at all. At least not one that I've found.

Ky: Uh oh, all our humans got out. Everyone's so desperate to live, I wonder if they'd get in Urd-sama's way if I let them be.

Ky: Well, I guess the meaning of life today will be killing them then.

Ky: It's rabbit season.

Shinya: Nii-san, did you notice-!?

Kureto: We have a pursuer-...

Kureto: AH SHIT. EVERYONE STOP, PREPARE FOR BATTLE.

Ky: Y'know, stopping won't save you from me. I've got some time to kill, so make this good for me yeah? O sword-

Ky: What the-

Ferid: Ah, you found me!

Ky: FERID BATHORYYYYYYYY!!!!

Enemy spotted...!!!

*i'm writing Saitou a little differently in this chapter bc he's dropped his polite language

**vampire is the furigana/pronunciation, the written word is living corpse

***he refers to Yuu in katakana here like when they talk to the homonculous/ancient Greece Yuu

Happy 12th seraph anniversary guys hope everyone has a great new chapter day :D

[lindyloosims]

Young Luka is doing really well in school and seems to be his usual cheery little self...

...while his older brothers give Ade and me no end of grief these days!

ADRIAN: I don't care Chase, you went out without asking us, it's not on kiddo!

CHASE: And since when have you ever been a dad to me? NEVER!!!

CLAIRE: Chase Dowling apologise to your father right now!

CHASE: NO!!!

ADRIAN: Look, you don't have to like me son...hell you don't have to even respect me! But do not yell at your mother! Understand?

CHASE: I...

CHASE: I'm sorry mum! *sigh*

ADRIAN: Now, if you wanna go to a party or whatever? Well all you have to do is ask, no more sneaky shit, okay?

CHASE: But-

ADRIAN: Just.Ask! Whether we say yes or no is irrelevant, you have to tell us who you're with and where you are....

ADRIAN: ...because we're your parents and you're our child and parents actually worry about where their children are. You'll understand some day kiddo and you'll say "my ol' dad was right, this parenting stuff is terrifying!!!" and you will, trust me! Now go to bed, you've been out all night! AND PUT THE GODDAM PHONE AWAY!

CLAIRE: Ade don't...shout!

ADRIAN: I'm sorry, but you're trying my patience here kid! Bed! Now!

CHASE: *tuts* Okay-okay!!!

Chase may have been caught out and sent to bed, but unbeknownst to us, his twin had also snuck out...we just didn't catch him! BOYS!!!

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[zablife]

Best in Show-Meet the Dogs

Dog Show AU- You know the people, but who owns which dog? I'll give you a description (under the cut) and you match the dog with its owner.

🐾 Border Collie-Best known for herding. This dog is intelligent, obedient and hardworking.

🐾 Bullmastiff-A muscular guard dog. This large animal is powerful and confident.

🐾 Italian Greyhound-This breed is delicate and sensitive. It dashes after fast moving prey. It tends to bond to one person.

🐾 Pomeranian-A good companion dog who learns tricks easily and enjoys training. Vivacious and friendly animals.

🐾 Poodle-Highly intelligent breed. They are hypoallergenic and require consistent grooming.

🐾 Norwich terrier-An energetic dog bred to hunt rodents. They also make good watchdogs.

Still unsure? Let's listen in on a few conversations overheard at the show.

🦴 “Don’t worry about my dog, Alfie. The only thing you need to know is that he’s worthy of the Shelby name, a real killer.”

Alfie catches sight of the creature behind Tommy and holds in his laughter as he exclaims, “Oh, really? And what has he killed recently besides your masculinity, Tommy?” He watched Tommy's face turn ten shades of red, hoping he'd embarrassed his enemy enough to withdraw from the competition.

🦴 "You don't employ a groomer?" May asked in confusion, watching Darby snip a few stray hairs from his dog's ear with razor sharp shears.

Before Darby could answer Luca appeared and interjected with a sneer, "Are you kidding? He grooms that dog like he's pruning a fucking bonsai tree." As he strolled away he said to himself, "Sure would be a pity if his hand slipped."

🦴 "Mrs. Carleton, I didn't expect to see you here," Tommy said rather self consciously.

"It's just another hobby to pass the time," May said with a shrug.

"Who do you have there?" she asked with a tilt of her head. "No, don't tell me! Tommy's Secret?" she said with an amused chuckle.

Tommy winced and she placed a hand to his arm by way of apology acknowledging, "It was a bad joke, I know. I'm sorry."

Redirecting her attention, Tommy gestured toward her dog and scratched under it's chin. Then he asked, "Why haven't I seen him before?"

"She's not allowed in the stables for obvious reasons. One misplaced hoof could be disastrous," May said with a shiver. "I suppose that's why I've never seen...What was his name?"

"Cillian," Tommy said with a soft smile. It was true, Cillian was more of a house dog, not venturing out into the world much.

🦴 "Shalom!" Alfie loudly greeted Luca with a grin, catching the paranoid looking man off guard.

"Keep your voice down or you'll upset my girl! ," Luca replied, trying to shove Alfie from his booth. "She's already feeling tense about the competition today."

"My apologies to the old trouble and strife," Alfie said sarcastically. Then looking around quizzically, he asked, "Where is Mrs. Changretta?"

"What are you talking about?" Luca said, barely paying attention as he fished a dog toy from his satchel. Then stooping to catch his dog's attention he cooed, "Look at the bee! It's your favorite busy bumble bee. We're going to stay calm and relax. Focus on your bee and breathe, principessa." Alfie scratched his head as the feared mafioso before him made buzzing sounds mixed with deep breathing exercises. Luca had lost his mind, but that could work in his favor, Alfie thought.

🦴 May shrieked as a dog entered her booth attempting to chase her precious pet. Shooing the intruder away, she stalked over to Jessie with an indignant glare. "You must do something about that beast!" she said, pointing at Jessie's dog. "I must insist you muzzle it before I have you both removed from the premises."

Jessie crossed her arms in defiance. She frowned at May and her entitled attitude. "And why would I do that? He isn't causing any harm to anyone," Jessie replied.

May's mouth gaped open at Jessie's stubbornness. No one ever questioned a Carleton. "Because my family sponsors this event and-"

"And you think everyone should fall at your feet. Is that it?" Jessie snapped. "I'll keep my dog on his lead, but only because I'd rather him be kept away from people like you." She turned on her heel and left, taking her dog with her for a walk. May was left huffing to herself and vowing to get that insolent woman disqualified.

*Answers here

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Brutal Unsolicited Truths. Meddling Of A Nosy Swordsman

"You'll never be decent if you don't do it every day."

"Huh?"

Lana sat up and squinted at Zoro, obscured except for the outline of his imposing silhouette. Perspective placed the blazing midday sun perfectly at his back from her angle, but she could feel his disapproval even without being able to make out his expression.

"This little training routine of yours. If you're not consistent, you may as well not do anything at all."

"Really? I thought anything was better than nothing," Lana huffed. She went back to her self-prescribed sit-ups while her crewmate stood over her with crossed arms and stolid features.

"You're not wrong, but your resolve is lacking," he persisted.

Lana was too out of breath to respond.

"What's your goal?" he pressed.

"My goal?"

She groaned and settled against the deck to catch her breath while she contemplated her answer.

"Nothing special, I'd just like to get stronger," she managed.

"Too broad."

"Excuse me?"

"There's no such thing as progress without consistency. And you'll never achieve consistency with lax discipline. Discipline is driven by resolve, which is fed by desire. You need to want the thing you're striving for more than your body wants to avoid the pain it takes to attain it."

"I didn't know you were a guru too," Lana grumbled. "I guess that all makes sense. So I need a goal or I'll stay weak, that's basically what you're trying to tell me?"

"Basically."

"Ok. A goal. I can come up with a goal."

Lana went back to her sit-ups and Zoro meandered off to leave her in peace.

'I can't say it doesn't make sense,' Lana pondered as she went through her routine. 'Luffy and Zoro both have really clear goals that guide everything they do. Impossible goals... but then, that might be the reason they're both so impossibly strong. So... what's my goal?'

Lana hadn't meditated much since Alabasta. In the brutal desert, it had become ritual, a nightly habit as the trek taxed her body and the lack of resources tested her spirit. The Avariya Lana who emerged from the trials of Alabasta certainly wasn't the same one who'd entered the desert with her band of new friends.

Now, she settled back into the familiar pose behind Nami's tangerine grove.

'What do I want anyway?'

Searching the place in her heart where desire should have lived, Lana found a conspicuous void. She swallowed hard, knowing exactly why she didn't have any clearly defined wants. She'd spent her childhood behind sets of literal locked doors and the only thing she wanted then was to be free. She'd hoped to run away with someone who claimed to care about her, but that hadn't worked out. Not by a long shot.

Thinking about that day made her start trembling.

'I'm definitely not ready to deal with that. Not today.'

She moved on hastily. The five years that followed were more of the same. There wasn't a thing in the world Lana wanted but to make her escape. The desire for freedom she allowed to consume her was so primal, so vast, so basic an essentiality that it left no space for other hopes to blossom.

'Is there nothing in the world I want at all?' she wondered. 'Everyone wants something. Even I have to want something. But... what?'

The answer eluded her, fluttering through her empty heart like a blank scrap of paper as she chased it, ever a step behind.

'I won't stop meditating until I make up my mind,' she decided, stubbornness stepping in to bolster her determination. 'Zoro's wrong. I have resolve too. I'll prove it.'

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In the weeks that followed, Lana stopped skipping days. The regimen of her training easily became clockwork and after only a week, a break in routine began to seem unimaginable to the lockbreaker.

The change in attitude didn't go unnoticed by the swordsman who'd inspired it.

"You never told me what your goal is."

Lana had to do a double-take. Zoro was relaxing against the mast, swords at his side as always. When she'd passed him before, his eyes had been shut and she'd assumed he was napping.

'Right. He told me that's how he prefers to meditate.'

"I didn't have one when you asked me," Lana shrugged.

"You do now."

"Yeah."

"So?"

He waited expectantly. The desire Lana had chosen to drive her felt too personal to share, but once again, she found herself tangled in a web of nebulous indebtedness to Zoro.

"I still just want to get stronger," she offered. A half-truth.

"You're telling me this new resolve of yours is still resting on something so vapid?" Zoro scoffed. He clearly knew better.

'He told me his ambition without any hesitation. And I never would have taken the time to focus my desire into an actual goal without his meddling.'

"I want to get strong enough," Lana clarified with a sigh of defeat, "That no one will ever be able to take my freedom away from me again."

"Hm. The way Corrin did."

"Exactly."

Zoro seemed satisfied. He closed his eyes again and settled back against the mast.

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[mahvaladara]

Maeve: Mal, you are not going to repeat their story.

Mal: I failed with Arlo and Apollo, a miscalculation on my part. Washed my hands from the blood that's inevitably on them due to my part on all of it. But the fact remains, I failed them... I don't want to do the same with Syra.

She asked my help. I told her it was a bad idea. She insisted... So I did.

Maeve: That doesn't mean you should allow yourself to be hurt.

Mal: For my children? Within understandable bounds, that's what being a father is all about.

Maeve: Thought this wasn't your parenting run.

Mal: And it isn't, and it has been very hard not to level that skill... And apparently centuries of existence didn't teach me anything, I keep walking into... into the exact same problems and having to deal with the inevitable aftermath of it.

Maeve: Is this why you try to be distant?

Mal: I have lived centuries. I have tried isolation and I have tried living in society. It's easier to just live, to live with the fact I will outlive the people I love, to accept I will watch my children die. So I try to become... an afterthought to them. There will be no resentment from them towards my predicament. That way is easier to let go. It won't hurt that much. Because it hurts, I walk away happy knowing I gave the people I loved a normal life so to say, hope the chaos that is my existence doesn't hit them too hard, but it hurts every time, rather the chaos hits them or not. And even with all this power, all this knowledge I make mistakes and it hurts every. Single. Time! So I hide behind this wall, "it's not my parenting run" and I emotionally check out of their lives, but then I watch them fall and I want to be there to catch them, but sometimes it's too late...

Maeve: It'll only be too late if you allow it to be too late, Mal.

Mal: I can't foretell the future Maeve. I have a slight idea of the future plot, but I don't always know what will happen until it does and then it's too late. And sometimes, catching them will do worse. It's a blood double-edged sword.

Maeve: And you don't want the same to happen to Syra... What about Dim and Alcina?

Mal: I'll become the same to Dim and Alcina most aging parents do. They'll go on with their lives, visit during Winter's Eve, but after you die and I sell this house. They'll live on and forget about me, so, it's best I give them to freedom to facilitate that. I'm an afterthought.

Maeve: But not Syra.

Mal: Syracusia will never forget either of us, Maeve. If there is any good in my Eyes, Syracusia has inherited it all! But she can't stay with me forever. I am a Paradox, I attract all that is good and all that is bad. Same thing with Arlo and Apollo. Change and Antagony chases us.

So it's better to be selfish, and mean, and cold and little bit distant... So when time comes and I leave, it won't hurt them as much, because it's not like I was ever there to start with. It will hurt me to go, it always do, I may hide, I may pretend it doesn't, but it's easier to let go, if I am an afterthought.

Maeve shook her head and pulled him closer, pressing her forehead against his.

Maeve: Your reasoning has some flaws, you know. I don't agree with it.

Mal: Like I said, it doesn't justify it.

Maeve: But I understand. And in my opinion, that's bullshit!

Mal chuckled.

Maeve: You just said it yourself. Staying away, being distant, doesn't work either. So either love us plainly or leave! Don't half-ass it! Aren't you the one who's always saying you don't like to leave loose ends? Then don't leave them!

Mal: Maeve...

Maeve: You should do your best to be a good dad and a good husband for us, as long as you can, because, like you said, even if you become an afterthought, you can become a good afterthought. We're going to age, and die and you'll be here. Become a good memory for us to bring with us to the grave. Even if time erases us from you, let us take the thought of the wonderful man I know you are with us.

Mal closed his eyes, shaking his head. There was a certain disbelief that from all he said, that was what she chose to take from it.

Mal: Since when have you been wise?

Maeve: I'm almost on my fifties and I am a mother of five and I have messed up with a few of them. I have learned. I can chose to keep doing the same mistake, dwell on them, or try to make things better for the ones who are here. You can make the same choice.

Come on. Lets go clean up that wound, and then you can rest here while I go make you dinner.

[omegawizardposting]

Actually, wait, my SH hyperfixation has awakened once more. Let me ramble for a bit.

Another thing that the new games need to tackle is where the impact of Silent Hill's monsters stems from. Many designers will assume that the horror in a horror game stems from being chased by spooky monsters, and that's about where they'll pack things up.

Those types of games can be scary, but the fear we feel while playing them tends to last only as long as, well, we're playing them. You shut off the game and you return to the real world, where Jason Vorhees can't catch and impale you on a hook.

This is not so in Silent Hill, because Silent Hill's fear taps into the human psyche.

For me, it was never the monsters that frightened me; it was what they represented. This becomes especially true in SH2 and SH3, where we see a more diverse array of monsters.

Pyramid Head isn't just a dangerous big bad. He is the physical manifestation of James' guilt. The Abstract Daddy isn't just a creepy design. It's the representation of Angela's abuse at the hands of her father. The Closer isn't just there to block hallways. It's a mother figure, humming an eerie lullaby to Heather as it stalks ever closer.

These are real, potent fears. The fear of guilt. The fear of being hurt. The fear of being hurt by those closest to you. They're fears we can all, on some level, understand and apply to the world around us.

That's why the monsters in, for example, Downpour are so forgettable. They fail to tap into the human psyche. It's a big bat. It's a screaming lady. The only one I might say comes close to achieving the same effect are the Dolls. They might, at the very least, fall into the realm of the uncanny valley. They didn't scare me personally, but I can see why some might find them unsettling.

(The mannequin room in SH3 scares me far more than the Dolls.)

Speaking of the uncanny, liminal space has always been a HUGE part of the original three's appeal. Each game makes use of impossible spaces and spaces that are not quite right. The familiar becomes unfamiliar.

An empty town. An empty shopping mall. An empty prison.

Emptiness and loneliness are key components of a liminal space, and these are made all the more chilling when there are signs of previous habitation. I return again to, "There was a hole here, it's gone now". We know that someone had to be here to scrawl this message, but they and everyone else are long gone by the time we arrive in Silent Hill.

We know that this, that emptiness, is not the natural state of this space. We have entered into this space at a time when it is in an altered state, when it is not as it should be.

The familiar turned unfamiliar.

Accompanying all of this is Akira Yamaoka's phenomenal musical scoring. The soundtracks of the original three games remind of James Leyland Kirby's concept of "empty bliss". Mr. Kirby may be better know to some of you by his moniker The Caretaker, under which he produced and released his six-album series Everywhere at the End of Time, a musical exploration of dementia. If you are familiar with his work, you'll understand what I mean. If you aren't, I cannot recommend it enough.

Empty bliss, to me, is the end of a long struggle. It is the bittersweet goodbye at the end of an Alzheimer's patient's life. It is having imagined death so many times that you welcome it when it comes for you. It is the peaceful dark behind a corpse's eyelids.

It is heavy, and melancholy, and it echoes in what is left of your mind as you, at last, succumb.

Akira Yamaoka's music isn't something you dance to. There are some tracks, such as Theme of Laura, that are more thrilling, that might get your blood pumping, but most of Mr. Yamaoka's work on the SH franchise is subdued. Rather than using his music to keep the player's adrenaline high, he lulls us into a false sense of security with tracks like Forest, Promise, and Heaven's Night, before easing us into the ache of Ordinary Vanity and Magdalene.

Then, when it matters most, he gives us our well-earned Black Fairy.

I'm uncertain if he's returning to the franchise for its newest installments, but I certainly hope he is. If he is not, they'll be hard pressed to find another composer who understands empty bliss as well as him.

All of these concepts are difficult to pull off in any piece of media, let alone a franchise as long-running and beloved as Silent Hill. The team has big shoes to fill. Rather than being able to make their own game, they must make something that fits into a preexisting series. They have to understand what made the original three popular if they want to succeed in adding to their legacy.

That's not easy, and I don't envy them.

However, looking at the trailer for Silent Hill f, I can see that the creative team has a very strong sense of style. That will certainly work in their favor.

What isn't going to work in their favor, I feel, is the change of setting. This is not Silent Hill. This appears to be a small Japanese village being consumed by fungus, and Silent Hill is an American town that is home to a homicidal cult and an army of horrific monsters that may or may not be real.

The setting may be good, the game may be good, but already, it doesn't feel like a Silent Hill game. It feels like a completely unrelated horror game that they slapped the Silent Hill name on for clout.

Later installments in the franchise also left Silent Hill and tended to suffer for it, but they at least took place in nearby towns. Silent Hill f takes place on the other side of the world. There is no way, that I can think of, for it to connect back to the lore and story of the franchise; at least, not in any meaningful way.

If the team keeps the monster design, liminality, and empty bliss of the original three, I feel that it will be a good game.

Will it be a Silent Hill game? Probably not.

[gloriabomfim]

Part 1: Boone sees a mop, which Boone falls in love with a mop.

[Boone, with a puzzled expression, enters the Glowkie Caves, and as he turns a corner, he spots a mop leaning against the cave wall.]

Boone: (confused) Huh? What's this?

[Boone approaches the mop and inspects it with a curious tilt of his head.]

Boone: (whispering to himself) There's something about you, mop. I can't quite put my finger on it…

[Boone reaches out and gently touches the mop's bristles, and as he does, a strange feeling washes over him.]

Boone: (whispering) I don't know why, but I feel like we're meant to be together.

[Boone's eyes sparkle as he looks at the mop with affection, a deep and unexplainable connection forming in his heart.]

Part 2: Boone and a mop's falling-in-love montages.

[A series of nine montages depicting Boone and the mop's adventures together unfolds.]

Montage 1: [Boone and the mop have a picnic deep within the Glowkie Caves. Boone feeds the mop a glowing fruit as they share a laugh.]

Boone: (smiling) You have quite an appetite, my dear mop.

Montage 2: [Boone and the mop explore the caves, discovering hidden gems and sparkling crystals. They high-five each other in excitement.]

Boone: (excited) We make the best exploration team!

Montage 3: [Boone and the mop sit side by side, watching a colorful sunset through an opening in the cave. The mop's bristles gently brush against Boone's arm.]

Boone: (dreamy) Isn't this just perfect?

Montage 4: [Boone teaches the mop to dance by swaying together to an imaginary rhythm. They twirl gracefully and giggle.]

Boone: (laughing) You're a natural, my mop friend!

Montage 5: [Boone and the mop playfully chase each other through the cave tunnels, their laughter echoing.]

Boone: (playful) You'll never catch me, mop!

Montage 6: [Boone and the mop enjoy a peaceful moment by a glowing pond, reflecting on their adventures together.]

Boone: (content) We've made some wonderful memories, haven't we?

Montage 7: [Boone and the mop stargaze at the cave's entrance, pointing out constellations and sharing stories.]

Boone: (enthusiastic) See that star? I named it after you, Mop!

Montage 8: [Boone and the mop have a mock sword fight with glowing sticks, their laughter filling the cave.]

Boone: (grinning) En garde, my mop companion!

Montage 9: [Boone and the mop sit together, quietly enjoying each other's presence.]

Boone: (whispering) You're my best friend, mop.

Part 3: After Boone and a mop's falling in love montages, Boone is seen dancing with a mop, pretending it's a dance partner.

[Following the heartfelt montages, Boone is alone in a softly lit part of the Glowkie Caves. He's wearing his fanciest attire, and there's a soft, romantic melody playing in the background. He's holding the mop in his "arms," pretending it's a dance partner.]

Boone: (gently swaying) May I have this dance, my dear mop?

[Boone gracefully twirls around with the mop, the cave walls casting dancing shadows around them. He gazes into the mop's bristles as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world.]

Boone: (smiling) You truly are the most enchanting partner, my mop love.

Part 4: In Boone's imagine spot, Boone is seen dancing with Blossom in the ballroom, then Boone and Blossom are about to kiss. Boone and Blossom are about to kiss turns out to be Boone kissing a mop.

[As Boone continues his enchanting dance with the mop, his imagination starts to wander. Suddenly, he envisions himself in a magnificent ballroom, bathed in soft, romantic lighting. He's dressed in a dashing tuxedo, and he's dancing with Blossom, his eyes locked onto hers.]

Boone: (whispering to Blossom) You are the most beautiful partner I could ever dream of.

[Boone and Blossom twirl gracefully around the ballroom, their movements synchronized perfectly. The romantic music swells, and their faces draw closer, the anticipation building as if they're about to share a passionate kiss.]

Boone: (closing his eyes, leaning in) Blossom, I…

[However, just as their lips are about to meet, the fantasy shatters, and Boone is jolted back to reality. He's not kissing Blossom; he's kissing the mop.]

Boone: (startled) Wait, what?

[Boone pulls back from the mop, his cheeks turning a deep shade of blue as he realizes his mistake.]

Boone: (embarrassed) Oh, no, it was just a mop… I got carried away.

Part 5: Boogly sometimes refers to himself in the third person while Boogly thinking Blossom was a mop, much to Boone's confusion.

[Boogly, who has been observing Boone's affectionate moments with the mop from a distance, can't help but share his thoughts, as he often does, in the third person.]

Boogly: (musing) Boogly wonders why Boone loves that mop so much.

[Boone, still flustered from his imagined kiss with the mop, turns to Boogly with a perplexed expression.]

Boone: (confused) Boogly, you saw that?

[Boogly nods, his unibrow raised in curiosity.]

Boogly: (nodding) Boogly sees everything. But why mop?

Boone: (blushing) I… I don't know, Boogly. There's just something about it.

[Boogly chuckles and pats Boone on the back, speaking in his peculiar third-person manner.]

Boogly: (teasingly) Boogly thinks Boone has found his true love in a mop.

[Boone rolls his eyes and smiles, still embarrassed but finding humor in the situation.]

Boone: (laughing) Well, maybe I have, Boogly. Maybe I have.

Part 6: Blossom appears and throws a mop away, then Blossom tells Boone that Blossom is jealous of Boone and a mop.

[As Boone and Boogly continue their conversation about the mop, a gentle, radiant figure suddenly appears behind them. It's Blossom, looking both graceful and slightly concerned. She delicately extends her arm and, with a flick of her wrist, tosses the mop aside, letting it clatter to the ground.]

Blossom: (softly) There, my dear Boone. That mop won't come between us any longer.

[Boone turns to see Blossom, a mixture of surprise and relief washing over his face.]

Boone: (smiling) Blossom! I… I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

[Blossom approaches Boone, her gentle glow casting a warm light. She looks into his eyes with a hint of vulnerability.]

Blossom: (softly) Boone, I can't help but feel a bit jealous when I see you so attached to that mop. I know it's silly, but I don't want anything to come between us.

[Boone takes Blossom's hand, his affection for her evident in his eyes.]

Boone: (sincere) Blossom, you are the one I truly love. The mop was just… a strange fascination. Nothing can replace what we have.

[Blossom smiles, her hypnotic eye glowing softly.]

Blossom: (content) That's all I needed to hear, Boone.

[They share a tender moment, reaffirming their bond as they stand together, ready to face whatever adventures await them in the Glowkie Caves and beyond.]

[justalittleraven]

A/N: I was struck with something akin to inspiration so I wrote this in about 20 minutes and I am not going to proofread it because I know I'll lose the courage to post it so, here! A short 600 word snippet for my wol Ater Lucidus feat. his boyfriend.

Morning//Mourning

The sun is rising.

His eyelids are so heavy, yet sleep eludes him. The air is cold, so cold that each inhale sends pricks of pain through his chest. The stone balcony is not a comfortable place to sit back against the wall, but these sensations make him feel alive.

After that day, when he lost his life, everything felt so distant. He hasn't had a restful night of sleep for weeks, scared that he may not wake up again. A shiver runs through him, even now recalling the memory makes his heart beat wildly. Dark strands of hair fall in front of his eyes when he looks towards the rising sun once again. Despite everything, the sun still rises, and the days still pass.

"What are you doing out here? You'll catch a cold." A voice cuts through the silence, and his head snaps towards it. It's a male Viera, snowy-white hair messy from sleep and blue eyes narrowed at him. Warmth fills his chest upon seeing the man, though his limbs are stiff from the cold so he can only pat the spot next to him. The Viera huffs but sits down in the spot.

He doesn't reply to the other's question. His throat is dry, and his lips cracked, but he still smiles. What was there to say? His lover knew about everything already, fussing over him every hour of the day and not without reason. He knows he can't go on like this, the other knows too, but what was he to do?

They sit there while watching the sun, which seems so much brighter than ever before. It chases away the darkness, like morning dew on blades of grass, but he still feels hollow. A sigh leaves him, and the Viera notices. Their eyes meet again, and he can tell there's an unspoken question in those eyes directed at him.

"I'm not ready to let go of the person I used to be, Paradise." His confession is brief, his voice low and hoarse. He blinks, rubs at his eyes, wiping away the stray tear threatening to fall. It should have been a heroic victory, the hero slaying a great evil and bringing peace to the realm. If only it was so simple, but he feels like nothing but a killer.

Cold rage had given way to sorrow after the dust had settled. His righteous fury had turned out to be anything but. He may have walked into hell and returned, but it had been as someone else. That person who had slain primals and countless other foes had been felled, and in his place stood a bloodied ghost. It was as if that blow had not only ended his mortal life but also stained his very soul.

"It's alright, my dear. You were subjected to the unimaginable, and yet you returned to me. I will always welcome you." The Viera's hands reach up to cup his cheek and brush his hair back into place, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. His eyelids are too heavy, but he forces them to stay open. Paradise stands up, and he follows, hands joining.

Sleep came easy, then. Vivid and filled with dreams, he feels safe here. Some of the faces in his dreams he will never see again, and though his heart aches, maybe he can start letting go. His past, his present... and the future.