#''did I ever tell you about that time I heard a not-quite-human sounding scream in a tiny patch of woodland late at night?''

[thethingything]

I love when Lucy mentions random stories from years ago that kind of make it sound like they're a character from an indie horror series who's just completely oblivious to the genre of the story they're in and has survived by just going "huh, that was weird... anyway I'm gonna ignore it"

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ The radio star lost ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Your husband was the feared serial criminal in New Orleans, Louisiana, and you where his dearly beloved wife, his right hand. So.. Oh what a despair was awaiting you soon..

Pairing : Human! Alastor x Wife! Reader

Word count : 3549 Words

Genre : Angst, Drama, Romance (a bit)

Warnings ➵ Murder, Swearing, Blood, Death, Guns,

Death penality, Corpses

a/n : Continuation of my Alastor x Wife! Reader > Till death do us part < , seeing as this isn't really a continuation, but rather a prequel, it can be read as a stand-alone, hope ya'll still enjoy it just as much as the first part!♡

Another thing in advance, this is purely fiction and shall not be seen anywhere near reality, I do not condone anything in this and it's pureply based on fiction.

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1933'

You were like Bonnie and Clyde. A criminal duo, invincible. Or so you thought.

Alastor, your beloved husband. The man you had known for almost two decades, married for almost one decade now. You loved him dearly, even with his little quirks and tendencies. He worked as a well-known and quite popular radio host in New Orleans. Yet he had a tendency for disposing of those he deemed right, you had helped him many times already. Having found out way before you even married him, how he was a murderer, yet you found it enticing, how his mind worked, who he deemed worthy to let go.

"Dear, the meal is almost ready!" You got pulled out of your thoughts by the soft voice of your husband. It was rather unusual for the man to cook in a marriage, but your relationship was far from ordinary, so you enjoyed it. His cooking was far better than yours after all. "I'm coming!" Standing up from the couch, you make your way over to the kitchen, there he was in all his glory. His brown hair was pushed back, glasses sitting on top of his head instead of resting on his nose, and sleeves pushed up to not get them dirty, ironic considering the amount of times he got them bloody. "It smells amazing my beloved! Thank you so much!" A quick peck was pressed to your husband's cheek, as you took a seat at the table, some amazing meal steaming on the table. Alastor puts his apron away, sitting down as he slides his glasses back onto his nose.

Dinner time was always one of your favorites during the day, enjoying a warm meal while talking to your husband about both of your days.

Just after you had finished dinner, your husband took a seat in front of the piano, letting his hands softly glide over the tiles. The instrument echoed with the soft tune he was playing. Walking behind him, you lay your arms around his neck softly, swaying your body a bit to the music he played. Alastor was a talented man with instruments, being able to play a few of them, the piano being one of them. Also quite talented with the violin. "Oh my darling, what a beautiful tune as always~" Humming along now. No one heard the screams coming from the basement. The desperate screams of your next victim.

"When we're talking about music right now my dearest, Mimzy invited us to her performance tomorrow! So how about we postpone our.. plans to the day after tomorrow?" No killing and instead going to Mimzy's show? Oh yes! "Oh, how lovely that sounds! Of course!" Agreeing to his proposal. But for now, you two get ready for bed, lying down in your shared bed.

Another one of your favorite times of the day, getting to lay down with him and finally rest, letting the stress and exhaustion of the day pass. "Did I ever tell you that I love you a lot?" Resting your head on your husband's chest now, who was silently reading a book, closing it now that you were talking to him. "Many times darling and I do love you a lot too~" Alastor knew his way around words for sure, he was such a sweet talker, but that's one of the things you appreciated about him. Raising your head to face him, you take a glance at his lips, before up into his eyes, you knew how he felt about touches he didn't initiate, right now you were only cuddling because he pulled you onto him. Chuckling lowly, he lowers his head down and captures your soft lips with his. Alastor's kisses mostly were soft, like a butterfly resting on your hand or like a spring breeze. Usually, his kisses were planted on your hand or cheek, but from now and then he gave you the satisfaction of a soft kiss on the lips, which always left you giggling like you were right now. Falling asleep in the safe embrace of your husband shortly after.

The next day went by smoothly. Alastor was busy with his work as a radio host, while you took care of the house and did some grocery shopping, meeting up with a few friends of yours over tea. Shortly before you went home for the day, you visited Alastors mothers grave to leave some flowers and clean it, you sadly never met her, but your husband tends to tell you a lot of stories about her. Sitting down by the grave for a minute, you tell her a bit about what Alastor has been doing, how you were loving his cooking and music as always. It was a habit of yours, you hoped she was listening to all the good things you were telling her about him. Taking your things after a while, you bid your goodbye to his mother's grave as you make your way back home. Putting away the groceries before starting to freshen up. Loving to take your time to get ready when you and Alastor decide to go out in the evening.

"Dearest I'm home!" Hearing the lovely voice of your husband calling from the door, answering him now, how you were getting ready. Putting on your favorite dress. It was made out of a beautiful deep red color with black lace all over it, a few gems here and there. Your best jewelry could of course not be missing, most of it you got from Alastor or your own mother. "Darling I'm ready! How far are you?" Exiting the bathroom now, searching for your husband and finding him in the kitchen with a glass of whisky. "Oh my, what do I see here? What a lovely gem you are darling!" Abandoning his glass, Alastor walks over to you, taking your hand as he twirls you around, before kissing the back of your hand. Clad in a black suit, his button-up shirt underneath dark red matching to your dress, while his bowtie was adorned with a red gem, he looked lovely. "My you also look lovely dearest! Definitely going to catch some eyes!" Hooking your arm in his now, you together leave the house and make your way to where Mimzy's show will be held.

Mimzy was a great friend of Alastor, a blonde gorgeous but short lady, who performed like no other. Arriving at the place, you were led to a table for the regulars, as Alastor and you were known by the staff by now. Ordering two drinks, as you await the show. Soon lights go out and Mimzy comes out, her singing and dancing amazing like always.

"Dollface! Pumpkin!" Mimzy's voice was booming as she approached your table, giving both of you an affectionate hug. You ended up talking with her for quite a while, telling her how amazing her performance was and that you were so glad that she invited you two again. Thanking you for your kind words, her attention quickly diverted to Alastor again. It was almost always like this, she said she liked both of you, but you couldn't shake the feeling that she did have a certain distaste for you. But you decided to let it slide like always, as you listened to Alastor tell Mimzy what you two were up to since you've last seen her.

Alastor of course started to notice how you were getting irritated by Mimzy and how she was only focusing on him. "My dear, I think my lovely wife is not feeling so well tonight, perhaps it would be better to take our leave now, still thank you for having us as always. Till the next time." Alastor stood up now as Mimzy stomped off with an annoyed face, extending his hand for you. Smiling at him softly as you take his hand and let him lead you outside. A shiver ran down your spine as your arms got goosebumps, a coat was soon placed over your shoulders, looking over to Alastor who watched you with a soft smile. "Dear, next time you feel uncomfortable please do tell me and we will leave immediately, you know how much I care for your comfort." Thanking him, you take his arm as he leads you through the park to your home, it was a little longer than walking through the streets, but it was calming to walk through nature together.

"Shall we head to bed? It's been a long day and evening." Taking the coat from your shoulders at home, he hangs it on the hanger beside the door. "I love that idea, let me tell you about my day in bed, I visited your mothers grave again." You were already walking to the room as you talked to him, so you weren't able to see his eyes follow you as they softened. It saddened him you never got to meet his mother, she would've loved you dearly, just as he does. Telling him all about what you told her before, how you left flowers and also cleaned her gravestone, as you settled into bed, as he was changing into his sleepwear. Alastor was so thankful for having a caring and lovely wife like you.

The night went by fast, today Alastor would finally have a day off from work, which meant a different kind of work today for both of you!

The steps down to the basement squeaked as Alastor put his weight on them, your heels making clicky noises as you followed him down a stark contrast in sound. And there sat the victim he deemed perfect for his next case. The screams would be recorded for his personal little collection. You were getting everything ready for him, it would be interesting to watch like always. Alastor changed so much when he killed, no shimmer or glimmer in his eyes, not how he looked at you, the soft gaze replaced with a blood thirsty one. Liking it quickly, you were soon getting rid of the victim, this time deciding to bury him in a forest, you opted for the forest a few times already even though it was a bit risky, it was the easiest to get rid of them. At home, Alastor decided to take a bath, as he told you to head to bed already with a kiss on your cheek.

When he joined you in bed, he looked relaxed, cuddling up to you. Murders always ended like this, it somehow made him so calm and affectionate with you. Placing a soft kiss on your neck, as his arms hold your waist. Your hand threaded through his brown soft locks, something you loved to do. For once your beloved husband fell asleep quicker than you, making you be able to watch him sleep, not in a creepy way, but in a loving way. Alastor was often so stressed with work, yes he loved being a radio host, but it sometimes got to him. Rubbing your fingers over his cheek softly, then over the bags under his eyes before pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. Yourself slowly falling into dreamland.

Morning came way too quickly, Alastor was back to work, and while you decided to stay at home and do some housekeeping, a few rooms needed cleaning. A friend of yours stopping by to tell you how a new corpse was apparently discovered by the police, which is connected to the many murder cases lately. Tensing up a little bit when she told you how they discovered it in the forest after one of the farmers nearby saw some shadows in there. It couldn't be the corpse from last night, right? Simply agreeing with her that you would be careful, even telling her how your dear husband would never let something happen to you on his watch, which made her coo at your marriage, if only she knew..

Mid conversation your husband comes home, greeting you with a soft kiss on the cheek before he leaves for the back of your home. Your friend leaves soon after, as you go and search for your beloved. Finding him in his office, gripping the table. You knew what was about to come.

"Dear?" Approaching him, Alastor pushes everything on his table off, papers scattering, a cup breaking as pens roll all over the floor. "They already discovered it.. HOW?! I was careful! Pathetic! How dare they! Are they making fun of me?!" Worried for your husband, yet you stood still, listening to him. "I had to talk about it today! At the broadcast! Act as if I was surprised! Haha! If only they knew! Right doll?!" Turning around, his eyes were darting around the room, before falling onto you, laughing as he took your hand to pull you in. "They really think they can discover us like this! US! They are worthless! Pathetic even! Oh my dear! We truly are the greatest!" He was twirling you around as if dancing now, despite no music playing. Only his mad monologue. You've dealt with this behavior a couple of times already, knowing to just let him act and talk for now as he pleased. "Oh, what a wonderful day my beloved! I will go and make my favorite dish for us now! How beautiful!" Leaving the room now, a skip in his step, as you bend down to clean up the mess your husband caused.

Joining him in the kitchen now, as he was softly humming to the radio as he was cooking his favorite, Jambalaya.

A knocking sounds from your door, looking up, you tell Alastor you are going to get it, and upon opening it you come face to face with a detective and a police officer. "Greetings ma'am, is your husband home?" His voice was deep, you nodded, leaning the door closed as you hurried into the kitchen to get your husband. "Greetings gentleman, how may I help you?" Alastor opened the door composed as ever, drying his hands from washing them with a clean towel, as he gave the men at the door a polite smile. You retreated back to the living room, still listening to their conversation. Asking him about the murder cases, why him? It was probably only because of the radio broadcast, right? Maybe his boss told him to talk about it without the detective's permission. As the door closes and Alastor is back in the kitchen, still calm as always as you join him. "Dear? What did they talk about?" Looking up at him with worry written all over your face, he turns to you. "Don't worry your pretty little head dearest, it was nothing to be mentioned! Smile dear, you know you're never fully dressed without one!" Pushing the corners of your mouth up with his fingers now, making you smile, before shushing you out of the kitchen so he can cook. Not able to help it but worry, were you about to be figured out?

But over the course of the next few days it all calmed down again, no more police officers or detectives visiting you, which finally calmed your mind. Alastor meanwhile had found a new target, telling you about this man he met the other day and what bothered him. It was all back to normal now, which you were glad about. Till this one dreadful day.

Alastor and you made quick work of the man, your husband telling you to stay home this time to clean up and that he would take care of this on his own. You worried again, but he assured you that he would be quick, after cleaning up and getting rid of any evidence, you cleaned yourself and sat down to wait for your beloved. Yet after hours of not coming back, you grew anxious, desperate even to know what took him so long. As a knock echoes through your house, you rush to the door, opening it ready to scold your husband for taking so long, but your breath stops when a detective stands in front of you.. What happened?

He asked to enter your home, sitting you down on the couch as he took a seat opposite of you on the armchair. "Your husband got shot ma'am, he was burying a corpse, we assume him to be the serial killer at fault for so many murders lately. He passed away instantly, I'm sorry for your loss and to bring you this horrific and murderous news." Your ears were ringing. Huh? Shot? Was that man joking with you? Was he someone Alastor paid to prank you? No, he wasn't the type for these kinds of pranks. Tears were streaming down your face, burying it in your hands now, sobs shaking your whole body. If that stupid man just knew, knew how you helped your husband with everything! Stupid! "Ma'am I-" The detective started, when you darted up, grabbing the man by his hair and throwing him out of your house. "Get lost! Never show up again! Leave.. NOW!" Slamming the door shut now, he probably took this as a shock to knowing who your husband really was, but you knew that already for years. Sinking to your knees, your arms hug around you as your head hits the floor, screams and cries of agony echo through the now empty halls. Your husband, the man you loved so much was dead, just like this? What sick nightmare was this? Cries reduced to soft sobs when your throat started to hurt, by now your body was curled up into itself on the floor and like that, you fell asleep.

The next day you awoke to the sunlight, your body sore from crying and sleeping on the floor, looking around for a second, for Alastor before it doomed on you, he was dead. Shot like an animal.

Your mother accompanied you to identify your late husband, you of course clad in all black. His forehead is now adorned with a hole, the detective explaining to you that he was mistaken for a deer. Asking for some privacy from everyone, you were left alone in the room. If it wasn't for that damned hole he looked like he was simply sleeping, peacefully like the night before. Leaning down to press one last kiss to his temple. "I will always love you my dearest, for now and forever, till I join you in death."

Leaving the room, you didn't dare look back, you were going forward from now on, knowing that someday you would meet him again.

Your mother had offered for you to move back in with her, but you told her despite what he did, he was a lovely husband to you and that you weren't able to yet let go, which she understood. Back at your home, you sat down and just stared at the wall. Why did this have to happen? You could be cuddling together right now or enjoying a meal, but that would never be the case ever again. But you told yourself, swore yourself with that last kiss to his temple that you would carry on in his memory. And so you did, three more murders continued after your husband was dead, till you were discovered.

In front of the law, you were sentenced to the death due to having caused three murders yourself and helped with multiple, carried out by your late husband. You accepted it, not that anyone asked, but you would be seeing your husband again, at least you hoped you would. A few days later after the case was closed and you were sentenced, it happened.

1935'

"Alastor! Dearest! Charlie told me you wanted to see me?" Entering the radio tower with a bright smile, Alastor turned to you with his signature smile. "My beloved! You look lovely as always! Look at you, aren't you a little gem!" He was walking over to you, his red ears on his head bouncing slightly with each step he took. Closing your eyes now as he told you to do so, a sensation of something cold around your neck running through your body now. "Open up doll!" Opening your eyes and looking down, your eyes tear up. It was a necklace, that looked similar to one he gifted you on the first anniversary of your marriage. "Alastor.." Looking up at him, as a few tears escaped your eyes.

"Now now sweetheart, we don't want you crying hm? Smile dear! You know you're never fully dressed without one!" Giggling a little bit at that quote, he had used it so often when you two were alive. Not being able to help yourself, you throw your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all around his face and lastly a big kiss on his lips, you would be apologizing for suddenly kissing him later, but right now you just needed to kiss him. "I'm glad you love it dearest!" His arms are around your waist now as he laughs at the tickling kisses placed on his face, starting to spin you around as with a snip of his fingers music starts to play.

Charlie and Vaggie watch the soft moment from the door, tears streaming from the blonde's face as her girlfriend pulls her away to give you two some privacy.

[midnightsxblue]

BACK FROM THE DEAD

carl grimes x reader

(you run after the fall of alexandria.)

tags: angst, possibly squeamish shit i can’t tell, HAPPY ENDING WOOP

masterlist here!

You and Carl had been best friends since kindergarten. You experienced everything together, including the death of the entire world. You both watched the world crumble around you, you saw people you loved die and humans turn against each other despite the beings that are already trying to kill anything they can get their hands on. Or teeth on more so.

You were there for him when he got shot for the first time and when Lori died (also the birth of Judith). You were there when he’d turned into someone you’d never seen before, he was so cold and barely talked to you but you understood. You always understood him. He was being a dick but when he needed you most at the end of the phase, you were there. He couldn’t be more grateful to have someone like you.

You were together after the fall of the prison. Also, dealing with cannibals together wasn’t something you planned on doing but you did. It wasn’t surprising but…you didn’t think it’d ever get that far. Anyway from there you were on the road for what felt like a year, despite it being a couple weeks but he helped you stay hopeful that something or someone would come along and save you.

Alexandria was that something.

You were finally able to be normal again. You had a nice house, nicer than the two of you had lived in before. Before everything you and Carl actually lived next door. You had a perfect little routine, you’d wake up and get ready, head next door for breakfast and Lori would drive you and Carl to school. Your houses weren’t the biggest, they were lived in and very homey.

The Alexandria homes were quite similar although they were a lot larger, you finally felt like a family again. Dinners together, family game nights. However it didn’t last as long as you wanted it to. Of course something had to go wrong. Something about this particular experience was different from the rest.

You and Carl were separated. You left the walls to retrieve a comic that Carl had left by the tree before the horde in the quarry was even discovered. He didn’t mean to, he’d just forgotten it but you knew he was worried about his dad going out to deal with the horde. You knew if he had a proper distraction, he wouldn’t be as stressed. So, you left without saying a word because you wanted him to be surprised.

You’d brought a machete with you, the machete he was going to use to train Gabriel that same day. You’d hope to be home before he noticed. While you were out, you heard the loudest noise you’d heard in a long time, it made you realize how silent the world was. you grabbed the comic and stuffed it in your bag before running back to Alexandria. You got caught up in the hordes, you had to hide various times to not be seen. You were smart enough to bring kitchen timers with you for when you needed them.

It was about night when you finally reached the walls. It was a random wall clear of walkers, you weren’t exactly sure what side you be on. You heard what sounded like a child scream, then a woman. You finally scale the wall and peek over to see Ron pointing a gun at Rick. You’d barely even processed that the walls had been breached when she stabbed him in the chest from behind, his death grip pulling the trigger and releasing the bullet. Moments later you see Carl fall to the ground.

He’d just died right in front of you. You had no reason to be there, your only reason was gone.

So you ran and didn’t look back.

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You lived off the small animals you found in the woods, it was a rough couple of years on your own. You refused to go back to Alexandria. You couldn’t live a life you were meant to live with Carl without him.

This resulted in a number of incidents that changed the trajectory of your life forever. About a year into being alone, you were shot by a man who’d been spiraling since the start. You stumbled upon his cabin and didn’t realize he’d been hiding inside ready to attack you.

He shot you in the thigh, the bullet didn’t go all the way through. You had to fight the man off and put him out of his misery to ensure your survival but even at that point you didn’t know if you even wanted to survive. You still were hung up on Carl, he was your true soulmate.

Anyway, you tried your best to dig the bullet out of your leg and you got most parts despite the excruciating pain, you almost passed out several times. You couldn’t help but feel stronger, however. Fragments of the bullet stayed in your leg, causing a limp you believed to wear off. It never did.

Not long after that you were hunting when you came across some walkers. They weren’t anything you couldn’t handle considering you’d practically been through hell and back. Then hell again and then back again. You get the idea.

You end up being able to handle them but with the way you did, you ended up getting a considerable amount of walker blood in your left eye. You didn’t think anything of it other than it had hurt essentially but you expected to wash it out and maybe it’d feel better.

But it didn’t.

It got severely infected and resulted in losing your eyesight. You were devastated obviously but you didn’t really get to see how extreme it looked until you’d found an old gas station and you looked in a bathroom mirror. You scared yourself so you resorted to wearing a makeshift eyepatch. Not that anyone would see you, but it made you feel better about it.

Little did you know, you were going in one big circle. You’d traveled far but after a couple years you found yourself back in the general area of Alexandria. You knew that because you found your and Carl’s tree. You reminisced about how everything used to be, even before the apocalypse.

You thought about it and as much as you hated to think about a life without Carl in Alexandria, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to return.

So you did just that.

You returned to the gates and you didn’t recognize the person guarding at the gate which you expected considering you hadn’t been there in about four years. You didn’t expect anyone to recognize you either. They motioned for someone to pull back the gate and when they did, you noticed how different Alexandria looked. There was a lot under construction, the houses looked different like they’d been repaired. You were unsure of anything that happened in the past couple years but you wanted to know if anyone you knew was still there.

You remained silent while the person at the gate greeted you like you were brand new, they mentioned Michonne and whether or not you could be approved to live there. You were happy to hear she was still alive, you didn’t doubt she would be. They basically talked your ear off, telling you about everything until they’d mentioned one name. Carl.

“We actually have a great doctor, Siddiq. Carl, one of the leaders here he saved him during the war-” You stopped them from rambling any further once you heard his name. “Carl? Carl Grimes?” The persons eyebrows furrowed in confusion, how did you know?

“Uh…yeah?” They reply wearily. “He’s alive?” You inquire, you already want to walk away to look for him but you need to know more. “I’m sorry, I hate to pry but like…are you from another settlement? Are you from Hilltop?” You shake your head. “I just need to know where Carl is, do you know where I can find him?”

The person looks you up and down. “Maybe we should get you checked out first. It doesn’t look like you’re well, you can get a shower and everything before you see him. He’s out anyway.” You think for a moment, realizing it was probably best you got checked on considering you’d been living in the wilderness for a couple years with no proper check up. You’d also suffered an eye infection that caused you to lose your eye, not to mention you were shot in the fucking leg.

You just couldn’t wait, you’d missed him so much. You did want to be presentable for him however. You cant come back from the dead to surprise your bestfriend looking the way you did. So you showered and put on fresh clothes. Afterwards you met with Siddiq and he helped clean your eye a bit, as well as giving you a proper eye patch to cover it. While with Siddiq, you were reunited with Michonne. She was ecstatic to see you and she knew Carl would be too, she’d told you that. You explained everything about how you ended up leaving after seeing Carl get shot and she understood. She was happy to see you back. She invited you to go greet him at the gates when he got home.

You waited for a while, you got a tour of new Alexandria while you waited. You reunited with some of the old group and you were explained how there are loads of settlements, also about the war.

When it was finally time to greet him back, you were out with the task to drag open the gate. When you did, he didn’t particularly notice but Michonne had to motion to you to get him to actually take a look at you. He was always so clueless.

He looked at you, looking at you intently and when he realized, all the tension from his face completely disappeared. He immediately embraced you with a hug, his face in your neck while you hugged him back tightly. You remain that way for a moment.

“I thought you were dead.” He tells you quietly.

“I thought you were too.”

a/n: sorry guys this took me forever to post rhejrhrjf SO i have some cooler things to be published soon, something written by a friend of mine and then after the next two like Carl fics i will have a couple carol fics come out :) currently have 10 things in my inbox, but this week is the week before finals so idk how quick i can get to everything, summer will be great though ill have stuff out consistently its just rn there’s a lot LOLL

tag list: @zomb-1-egutzz @evilnight07 @ilikestrawberriesandwomen

[friendly-alien-fucker]

Hello! If you have the spare time, I was wondering if you would do what a Yautja would think about normal human things. Like cracking knuckles/bones in general, getting dizzy after standing up to fast, and getting cold/hot while trying to go to bed. Also I love your work and sorry for the long typing!

Yautja and Weird Human Things

Ooh a new ask! Thank you for your kind words, @bfosbdgdkbssb , I hope I did your request justice! 💖

Warnings: small mention of blood, food mentioning, mentioning of broken bones

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•You're an alien

Humans are...weird. At least they are to our lovable space cats. And just like us, they seem to adore that weirdness. That being said, there are things they just can't seem to understand, and each time you and your mate are together, they seem to discover new oddities. Like...

• Breaking bones

Look, they get it. You're not as fragile as you look and, despite their protests, they understand that they don't always need to protect you. But just how on earth and the wider galaxies are they going to have a good night's sleep when you're out here- breaking your own bones???

They almost had the Yautja equivalent of a heart attack when it happened the first time. It was the day you had promised to make them 'breakfast' because you wanted to see them try human food that wasn't raw, bloody and still squirming.

You had walked into their quarters that day, putting a plate of food into their hands and just as they were about to take their first experimental bite, you stretched your arms over your head and- snap!

The ever burning blood in their veins felt cold as ice as they threw the plate to the side and rushed to yours. They knew that sound. They had broken bones before. And they'd heard their prey scream as they did so but you... didn't?

They still get embarrassed remembering how you'd looked at them in confusion back then, asking why they were frantically searching you for injuries. And why, as they found none, they held onto you for a solid hour.

Because you scared me, little ooman. They had wanted to say. Because I never want you to get hurt.

• Motion sickness

Okay, are you sure humans aren't as fragile as they think? Like, really. Are you sure, little mate? Because they're pretty sure they just saw you almost collapse from quote-unquote- 'standing up too fast'

They knew from the start that your people weren't as agile as theirs, few species were. And they didn't expect you to jump from tree to tree with them or climb mountains or anything like that. But now you're telling them that even something as simple as standing can make you dizzy? Oh, their heart. Don't you know how much you worry them already?

You assured them it's fine, and for the most part they believe you. Because, what other option do they have? But even so, in the back of their mind, they still think of it, and since that day they always keep a bit of a closer eye on you when they see you getting up. Just in case.

Something they can protect you from though, is...

• Body temperature

Oh the joy of having a partner who's, quite literally, hot. There aren't really winters on board of your ship, but sometimes the cold still gets to you. And when it does, well. Just come snuggle into your personal heater!

They're actually pretty smug about it. Whenever they see you shiver slightly or even just get goosebumps from a passing wind, they step closer to you until you can feel the heat radiating from their body. And wether you know it or not, you always snuggle slightly into them when that happens. And it's the absolute cutest when they get out of bed and they can hear you whining as the warmth leaves your side, you preferinng them much over your blanket.

So you can imagine the absolute horror they experience when things start being too hot for you.

When your body temperature's rising they're almost completely touch starved, you only touching them for mere seconds at a time. It's made them despise summer, even though their species thrives in hotter environments.

They're still trying to figure out why these changes occur, why you sometimes prefer hot over cold or the other way around. But for now all they can do is beg the next few days are going to be a bit colder.

[theholypeanut]

Kise Ryota x Love at First Sight

Peanut’s Wheel of Fortune Event

Cw: Kise x Student Council President, gn!reader, slight swearing, Kise being delulu idiot in love, Kise’s pov, 1k words

Plot: Kise was always warned about Student Council President, but he never saw them in person, apparently they are very scary…

Event Masterlist

Kise Ryota was in trouble. 

To be exact, he was in trouble all the time, with Kasamatsu-senpai always ready to whoop his ass before a game, but after he noticed that Kise was so eager to misbehave, some of the older team members changed the strategy. They created a scary persona of a Student Council President. Or that’s what Kise thought. 

„Kise, if you don’t clean the gym today Student Council President will be very angry”

„You have no idea how angry they can be, I wouldn’t test my luck”

Kise never since he started Kajio Academy seen this mysterious person, who was apparently in their second year. 

„They are very busy, but believe me you don’t want to be on their radar: if you end up on their black list it's over for you” said Hayakawa-senpai.

„They are younger than me and I’m still having chills whenever I hear their voice” mentioned Kobori-senpai. „They have this... cold demeanor like your mom, when she is not mad, just disappointed. Nightmare”

Again, Kise didn’t take these words to heart: he felt like they just needed some scary story to make him do his chores or come on trainings on time. 

However this one day, he really fucked up. Because of the important match with Seirin coming up, he started to slack at school. He stopped listening during the classes and even with his amazing intellect, he could see his grades were just slipping. But who cares? He was never in this school for the grades anyway. 

After one of the trainings, as always, there was a crowd of his fans waiting at the entrance of the gymnasium. He was used to at least giving them a wave and a smile, so they could go home happy, fantasizing that they were the main character in the romance novel, or anything else. Ryota didn’t care: If he did it, at least everyone would stay outside of the court, otherwise the coach would scold him. But this time he saw a person coming to him with a smile, crossing the court lines. To show his good side to the team, with a bright smile he went in their direction. 

„Oh, I’m so sorry, but you cannot enter here” he said with the sweetest tone. He was surprised no one from the team yet commented anything. However, when he looked closely, Kise felt his heart dropping. He had never seen such a gorgeous human being in his life. Was it an angel? 

„However if you tell me your name, I can give you my phone number and we can meet after the training” he added flirtatiously. You sent him a smile, but it was the coldest smile he had ever seen in his life. „No need” he heard, feeling like he made some sort of mistake. „However I would like to see you after the training, Kise Ryota”

The whole gymnasium stayed silent, and at this moment blonde felt, something was up. It was not his fan? Was he in trouble? Why did it sound like a threat, not a date? However, he decided to keep it cool. He sent one of his brightest smiles. 

„Like a date? You are quite forward, I like it”

Everyone in the gym felt like the air was just sucked out of there. 

„…I will see you after you change” you said with a cold expression, turned around and left. Ryota had no idea why even his fangirls remained silent. He was just about to go in the direction of the locker room, when he felt a kick on his back, way harder than usual. 

„You are such a moron Kise!” Kasamatsu-senpai yelled. All of the crowd vanished. 

„What did I do?!” Ryota stood up with a single tear leaving his eye from the impact of the kick. 

„Did you just try to flirt with the Student Council President?!” He heard Kasamatsu screaming. Hayakawa-senpai looked at him with the fear in his eyes. „We should say our goodbyes to Kise, this might be his last day…”

Kise’s face brightened up. 

„So this is the Student Council President? You never told me they are so beautiful!” He felt a slap landing on his cheek. 

���Stop thirsting over them! What’s wrong with you?! They hate you now!”

„I think even coach could feel the shiver down his spine when they asked you to meet after the training… You are in big trouble Kise” Kobori-senpai said genuinely worried. But the blonde model was already thinking about something else. He looked at the door with a dreamy look. 

„Our wedding will be in February, on Valentine's Day…”

Kasamatsu took a swing with his hand but Kobori-senpai stopped him with a resigned look. 

„We lost him.”

He was right - Ryota wasn’t listening anymore. Till the end of the training to when he was ready to face the new love of his life, he couldn’t stop feeling his heart beating fast. Was that what people felt when they were in love? Kise never could relate to all of those girls swooning over him, but now he could feel his knees giving up just by the memory of your face. 

On his way out, his upper-class mates saluted him as he was going into the war. But Kise only looked at them excitedly and said „I plan to get their number today, wish me luck!”

And even if they felt like Ryota was going on his death sentence, they never saw him so happy an excited again, and who knows, maybe this childish arrogant basketball star is exactly what will melt your heart?

Kise did not get your phone number that day. He was scolded. But he will not give up.

Bonus:

[celestialanon]

Your Guardian Angel

(Angel) Mammon x (gn) Mc

I hope you enjoy this one, dear readers!

You had spent most of your day working at your part time job. They had called you in early, so it was a full shift this time. You had been daydreaming the whole time of when you could finally get home, fall into your bed face first.

It all seemed so lovely in your head, you had your whole night planned out for personal care and relaxation. What you didn't expect to happen, was for all those plans to be washed down the drain when you got home, coming face to face with someone you surely have never seen before.

It took you a second to process someone was there, standing in the middle of your room unannounced. When it did finally get through your brain, your eyes went wide and your first instinct was to scream. You just about almost did when said being hurriedly placed a hand over your mouth, effectively silencing you in your terror.

"H-Hey, none of that! There's no reason to be screamin! I'm not a bad guy, I swear!" You could feel your heart rate pick up at his words, breathing roughly through your nose as he tried to shush you. Your eyes wandered frantically over his figure, blinking in shock at what you were seeing.

He was close to ethereal, he was quite beautiful. You paused your struggling to get a good look at him. His hold against your mouth began to loosen when he realized you had stopped fighting back. You stood in awe, you could have believed you were dreaming.

It was like his skin was glowing, beautiful and bright. It's the only way you could describe it. He had these wings that just...

"W-what- Who are you?" Your voice trembled, not purely out of fear but of confusion. For some reason, his presence held more comfort rather than anything negative, and it was all confusing given the circumstances. He had a cheeky smile plastered on his face, the back of his hand traced over your forehead and down to your cheekbones. It gave a warmth you were unable to describe.

"Heh- I'm the great Mammon. Sent here by father himself." You've heard that name- somewhere. Or maybe you haven't, you're not too sure. Your mind was still playing catch up with what was currently happening.

"Don't be afraid. I came all the way down here for ya,  you should be grateful!" His voice didn't match his appearance, it was loud and harsh. Yet, his touches were soft and sweet. You gawked at him as his fingers traced your chin, finally leaving your face to rest at his hips.

"W-What is that supposed to mean? You know how this looks right? I come home, ready to just go to sleep early for once and- and there's a man in my room!" You argued, and he clicked his tongue at you. You crossed your arms back at him, the feeling of pettiness bubbling in you at his attitude.

"Ungrateful human, is that any way to talk to your guardian Angel!" Your what now? Your eyebrows rose at him in disbelief. Everything you have ever known in life to be possible, everything you wondered existed. You've come home to find none other than your guardian Angel standing in the middle of your room....

"... Wow, I need to go to bed." You huffed out, moving past him to place your lunchbox beside your bed. This Mammon guy gasped at your reaction, you wanted to laugh really, laugh and tell him to get out of your house. So why didn't you?

“Hey! Don’t ignore me human! This is like, a big big deal! I’m supposed to protect and guide ya and stuff! That’s what the big man said!” You couldn’t take anymore of this, and muffled the sounds of him with your pillow. Maybe if you try hard enough, you’ll wake up from this dream.

That was your first time meeting him.

It had become a daily occurrence to be greeted by his large grin every morning after. It was always the same, he sat at the edge of your bed, checking over his nails and fiddling with his fingers. The second he knew you were awake, he turned to you with a smile that could make anyone’s heart flutter.

“Finally awake? I warded off sooo many evil demons last night I tell ya! You wouldn’t believe!” You would just shake your head and laugh it off, but you always give him a kiss on the cheek and a small “thank you” after. He’ll always touch his cheek and blush at you, going on about how it was no big deal. Funny, he was the one who made it a big deal in the first place.

He hovered around you most places, apparently others couldn’t see him. You thought you might have looked silly talking to yourself at times. It could be annoying though, like currently. You had planned a trip to an arcade game night with a few friends, and the “Great Mammon” as he always reminds you decided to tag along.

Your eyes were fixated on the arcade machine in front of you, watching coins get pushed to the front. You seemed to have a good luck streak going, and were down to your last few game coins. Mammon watched closely beside you, eyeing your expression with a grin on his face.

“Be careful, don’t get greedy on me. Greed can be a dangerous thing and give ya a game over.” You swatted at his face to move away, your eyes rolling in slight annoyance. You looked at the machine again, thinking over his words and turning to him with furrowed brows.

“Think I should take my chances?” He thought for a second, his smile coming back and shrugging.

“Hell yeah, do it.” Needless to say, you ended with nothing. Greed really was dangerous. The night itself was a success though, and you happily started on your walk home with your angel beside you.

The street was dark, but the light that seemed to always emit from Mammon’s being illuminated the space around you. You still found it a bit funny now- and rather amazing, that he was there at all. You looked up at him with a curious expression that he mimicked to you with a tilt of his head.

“What’s up?” You smiled at his casual demeanor, shrugging as you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your sweater.

“Nothing. It’s just…. I don’t know. I think I’m starting to get used to it.”

“Used to what?”

“Used to you being here.” Peeking over at him, a shy blush appeared on his face as he took your words in. It all seemed so innocent. You wondered why you were so set on pushing him away in the first place.

“Yeah- well, ya better be gettin used to it! I’m gonna be here for a while!” Of course, he was your guardian angel after all. The thought of him leaving anytime soon now was a sort of…. sad.

“Yeah. I hope so.” You whisper to yourself, but he heard it. Loud and clear. The solemn look on your face made him feel something- something he’s not sure what to label.

With a small hum, he nudged his hand toward you in a question. You looked up to him, only to find him completely avoiding your gaze. You wanted to laugh, he could be very cute at times. But be careful there, don’t go falling for an angel.

You placed your hand in his, letting him guide you the rest of the way home. If anyone saw you holding the air, you’re sure it’d be a weird sight to see.

[mothguillotine]

I Definitely Just Got Attacked By A Werewolf

CW: the reader gets attacked in this (given the title) but other than that it's just whats in the show already. hope you guys enjoy!

On a late walk in October is where you first meet. The fall crispness had let up one night when you decided to go out. The stars, which were usually quite dim due to the city lights, lit up the night sky with the full moon. The park you were in was secluded enough that it was nearly impossible to hear the cars driving by and the other various noises of the city, it was peaceful.

Until it wasn't. All you heard before you were attacked was a bush rustling and then you were on the ground. You push yourself up and realize that you are bleeding profusely from your stomach.

"HELP!" you yell, "HELP ME PLEASE!"

but you know no one is coming. As you try your hardest to run towards the roads outside the park another sound comes from behind you. When you turn you see a beast, hair covering the entirety of it's body and at least two feet taller than yourself. For a second all you could do was stare at the creature until you finally scream.

It lunges at you and you are able to nearly escape it's claws. You fall to the ground yet again and you know that your life is over. The scratches on your stomach are bleeding more than before and your shirt is turning extremely red. The beast is standing over you at this point, you assume to finish what it's started.

You quickly close your eyes, not wanting to see your doom. But before it can attack, you hear it get thrown. While you want to open your eyes to see what is happening they are just much too heavy, actually everything is heavy.

"Is this how it feels to die?" you wonder.

"Oh you poor precious stupid baby," you hear someone say, "did you get attacked by this beast?"

You try to respond to their question but all that comes out is an unintelligible noise. They move to get closer to you and lift your shirt up to peer at your wounds.

"My love, she is bound to die." another voice says.

"What if we turn her?" the first voice asks, "look at how beautiful she is, I am sure Nandor wouldn't complain."

"uhhhh, yeah that's how I got vampired if you will." you say towards the camera, "mostly everyone has been welcoming. Nadja wants to hang out, like a lot. She likes dressing me up in outfits and honestly, I can't complain. It's fun. Laszlo wants to constantly play me his music so I listen. He's honestly not half bad, but my favorite is when he and Nadja sing together. Well, singing isn't exactly the right word but performing is." You smile to yourself thinking about the song that they had performed last night, which had been suspiciously similar to one of Elvis's songs.

"Colin has tried his hardest to feed off me but after dealing with stupid men for my human life he honestly can't really annoy me much. After many unsuccessful attempts he gave up and sort of just… I don't know. Doesn't anymore. Maybe my confusion over this is feeding him?" you say mostly towards yourself, but what you can't see is the cameras zooming in on Colin standing in the doorway with bright blue eyes. "Anyways moving on, Guillermo was a much tougher nut to crack. He definitely didn't like me when I first got here, that was obvious. But after living here for a few days I understood why he was hurt so badly. After 12 years of service and multiple promises that you would become a vampire you would be pretty upset if they kept turning other people instead of you. I decided to sort of extend an olive branch to Guillermo and I promised him I would turn him myself if it got to that point." You think for a second about what to say next. The only other person you haven't talked about is Nandor.

"Guillermo's master on the other hand is impossible to crack. I honestly don't know if Nandor just doesn't like me much or what but he hasn't ever really talked to me." you continue to tell the camera and crew that are intently listening to you.

The first time you had met Nandor was a few days after Nadja and Laszlo found you in the park. You had just completed your incredibly painful change into a vampire and you all decided to go out to eat. The process left you feeling less than amazing and when you definitely felt like that reflected to your exterior. So when you finally leave your newly appointed room you run directly into Nandor.

"I'm sorry." you tell him looking up realizing just how massive he is.

"It's fine." he says and brushes past you quickly, you wonder why he is speeding away so fast but chose not to think about it anymore.

Later that night, after feeding on your first human, you and Nadja sit on the couch while she braids your hair up into a complex bun while Laszlo sits at the piano playing a soft melody. You feel much better after eating for the first time in nearly a week and you look much better too. You look less sickly and back to normal.

Previously Nadja had come in during your transition to give you company and told you all about the new vampires you would be living with. She told you stories set in the past, hundreds of years before you were born. She asks you about yourself as well, where you come from, what do you enjoy doing, if you are interested in having a threesome with her and her husband, and to be honest the last one throws you for a loop.

Nadja laughs as if she made a joke but honestly you don't think she is really joking. She tells you all about how she will make you the most pretty vampire.

When Nadja is finished with your braid you both walk over to the piano.

"Laszlo?" she asks, capturing the attention of her husband, "What do you think?"

"My darling, it is beautiful. A work of art." he says when Nandor walks in.

"Nandor, what do you think?" she asks him, you both turn to look at him.

"Pretty." he says simply and leaves the room just as quickly as he entered it.

You are honestly confused about Nandor, it feels like he wants to avoid you at all costs but you literally have barely spoken to him. You go to sit back on the sofa and miss the knowing looks that the couple gives each other. ___________________________________________________

Getting used to sleeping in a coffin was difficult. The first few nights were rough being trapped inside until it was nighttime, the feeling like you were going to run out of air (which makes no sense because you can't even breathe anymore), and of course the silence. Before you would sleep with a fan on and now that it's so quiet it's impossible to sleep.

You end up listening to music which turns out to be a horrible idea because your best friend sees that you are online right away, Oscar.

Oscar: um wtf where have you been? Oscar: are u okay? no one has heard from you for like a week? Oscar: is this about kelsey? Oscar: hello?!

You choose to forego any texting and call him instead.

"Oh my god!" he exclaims as soon as he picks up, which of course is not a pleasant thing to hear, "You are alive?!"

"I'm sorry,” you tell him, “I have been busy and shit the last week.”

“You missed all of your classes. What is wrong?” he asks you, “You just disappeared after the party on Friday and Ness said you haven't been back to the dorm?”

“Listen Oscar it's not a big deal,” you tell him, “I just needed to get away from Kelsey and shit.”

“I know that she hurt you but you can’t keep avoiding everyone because of her,” he tells you, “Jesus, we have all been worried about you.”

The burning of the words makes you cry out in pain when he says them and it alerts him right away that something is very wrong with you.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” he asks you, “You sound like you are in pain. Are you okay?”

“Listen Oscar, it's fine, I'm fine.” you tell him thinking for a second, “I just stubbed my toe.”

“I am having a very hard time believing you.” he tells you matter of factly, “Where are you? I am coming over.”

“NO!” you yell, as much as you miss Oscar it's definitely not a good idea to bring a human around a bunch of vampires when you haven't had a chance to introduce them yet, “Oscar, I will come and see you tonight. How about that?”

“Listen, I am really worried about you right now.” he tells you and you know he is being serious.

“Oscar I promise that I will tell you everything tonight, I just… it's a lot to say on the phone.” you say.

“You promise?” he asks.

“Yeah. I promise.” ___________________________________________________

A few hours later you are getting ready to leave to meet up with Oscar when you are approached by Guillermo.

“Where are you going?” he asks you.

“I am just going to meet one of my friends,” you tell him, “He has been freaking out since last week and I am kinda worried he will call the police if I don’t go see him.”

“Are you sure that's a good idea?” Guillermo asks, “Newly turned vampires don't always have the best control.”

“I wouldn’t hurt Oscar.” you tell him, a little offended that he would think you capable of something like that.

“I just want to make sure you don't accidentally do something that you regret,” he tells you, “If you hurt Oscar would you be able to forgive yourself?”

“No, you are right,” you tell him, “But, I do know someone who could protect someone from a potential vampire attack.”

Guillremo huffs but says “I’ll come with you to make sure you don't kill him.”

“Thank you!” you tell him, hugging him tightly, “I’ll get the rest of my things and we can go! Can you call a taxi? I would feel bad about you going by yourself if I flew.”

When you go back upstairs to grab your jacket and phone you miss Nandor and Guillermo’s conversation.

“Where are you going, Guillermo?” he asks, standing right behind his familiar/bodyguard.

“Master! You startled me.” Guillermo says to the vampire, “We are going out to meet her friend, Oscar. She wanted to tell him that she was okay.”

“Who is this Oscar?” he asks Guillermo.

“I don’t know, Master. I can tell you when I get back.” he promises and Nandor saunters off as soon as you re-enter the room. You of course notice that he has yet again left when you get there. It's kind of frustrating, you have no idea what you did to make Nandor want to avoid you so much. In the last week you have said a total of like five words to him. Most of which have been greets he hasn't returned.

When you and Guillermo leave the house a taxi is waiting on you both. The drive over to Oscar's apartment is about ten minutes away and when you get there you text him. By the time Oscar gets down to let you in you and Guillermo are both waiting at the door, as well as the entire camera crew that follows you all everywhere.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks you, “Disappearing for a week and not responding to anyone? Are you having a manic episode?”

“No, Oscar I promise I am fine,” you tell him, remaining on the porch until he invites you in, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course you can,” he says, “Who is this and why are you filming?”

“Oh this is Guillermo and you can just ignore the cameras,” you tell him, “We really need to talk.” ___________________________________________________

“Telling Oscar that I am a vampire was, well, difficult. Guillermo was super supportive and well I definitely needed it.” you say toward the camera. “He didn't take it very well,”

At first Oscar had not believed you, which you had assumed he wouldn't. After explaining how you were attacked by a werewolf and that Nadja had saved you from death he still didn't believe you, even after seeing the large claw marks, which would definitely not heal in a week, he still didn't. So you decided that your only course of action would be to turn into a bat and that definitely freaked him out.

“He’s gonna be staying with us until we know he's not gonna tell anyone.” you explain “That's why Oscar is passed out on the sofa.” The camera moves to zoom in on him.

“He’s my best friend,” you tell the crew, “He was super amazing during my last breakup.” The crew motions for you to continue to talk.

“Me and Kelsey dated for five months until she broke up with me a few weeks ago. Oscar would come over and we would watch movies and eat food.” you say, “Last weekend Oscar finally convinced me to go out to a party and who do I see making out with one of my friends from high school, Kelsey. Anyways after that I left and that was the fateful night in the park.”

“If something happened to Oscar I honestly have no idea what I would do. So that includes accidentally getting himself thrown into a psych-ward for claiming vampires are real.” you lament, “I love him so much, he’s my best friend.” ___________________________________________________

Nandor had been avoiding you, but not for the reason you think he is. As soon as he saw you he knew he would definitely fall for you. Given his track record with relationships the best idea he had was to just avoid you much as possible. He also saw how much you meant to Nadja and Lazla, he didn't want to scare you off then ruin your relationships with the couple. When he had first learned that a new vampire had been brought home he wasn't super excited, but when you ran into each other after you left your room he knew he was screwed.

Never had he seen such beauty as yours. Staying away from you was the best option possible and well that didn't work out very well. Nandor had also overheard your conversation with Guillermo, assuming that Oscar was worried about you because he was your lover. What he didn’t know though was that Oscar definitely was not interested in you, his type leaning much more towards Nandor himself. Nandor is sat in the camera's view and the team gives him the signal to start speaking.

“The new vampire has taken my familiar from me. She has taken him to meet up with someone named Os-car." he says, "Could Os-car be dangerous? I do not know, but what I do know is that I can not let someone with the peasant name, Os-car, hurt her. Nadja and Laszlo would be very… disappointed."

A few minutes later Nandor is peering through the window of Oscar's apartment watching you, to ensure that you are safe. He can also hear your conversation inside with Oscar. He listens as you explain what happened to you and Nandor sees when Oscar doesn't believe you. He also watches as you hike your shirt up to show Oscar the scars from your attack.

When you do lift your shirt Nandor sees how messed up by the werewolf you truly were. Last week, when Nadja and Laszlo had brought you back to the house, Nandor had been told what exactly transpired in the park and he hadn't believed them when they explained how brutally attacked you were, until now. Seeing the scars on your torso had made him upset, so upset in fact that he swears right then he will exact revenge for you. And of course he tells this to the cameras.

"I have now seen her scars and I swear on the 35 wives I used to love that I will get revenge for her. Unfortunately I have no idea where to start." he says to the camera, "I shall search all of Staten Island until I find the beast that inflicted such pain on her." What Nandor doesn't see as he talks to the camera is you carrying Oscar to a taxi. ___________________________________________________

Later that night when you are getting ready for bed Oscar wakes up. Of course he is understandably upset when he comes to.

"You fucking kidnapped me?! What the fuck?!" he asks you, yelling quite loudly.

"Shut the fuck up," you whisper to him and take a seat on the sofa, "I brought you back here because I was worried that you wouldn't exactly be chill about this and honestly you are proving me right."

"Oh yes because kidnapping someone is such a good idea." he says sarcastically, "Why the fuck did you take me here?!"

"Listen, Oscar, I just wanted a little bit more time to explain everything." you tell him and he sits down on the chair across from you, "I know that kidnapping-"

You stop when you hear your name called by the door by none other than a Nandor.

"Are you okay?" he asks you, "I heard some yelling and wanted to check in."

He turns his head to look down the hallway and quickly looks back at you. What you are unable to see is Nadja and Laszlo giving him thumbs up from the doorway of the neighboring room.

"Yeah, Nandor, I'm fine." you tell him sincerely, "Thank you."

"Yes, of course." he says and leaves the doorway to come further into the room and joins you on the sofa, "You have yet to introduce us."

"um… Oscar, this is Nandor the Relentless. Nandor, this is Oscar Garcia." you introduce.

"Os-car it's very nice to meet you," he says, "How did you meet?"

"Oscar has been my best friend since high school, we had a class together our freshman year." you explain.

"What is a 'freshman year'?" he asks, "Why are the men fresh?"

"Master, it's a term for the first year of school when you are in high school or college." Guillermo explains to him.

"Did I ask you Guillermo? No." he says to his familiar, "I asked her."

"It's just what the first year of school is called for high school and college." you repeat essentially what Guillermo just said but Nandor seems much more interested in what you are saying for some reason.

"Yeah, I just said that," Guillermo says under his breath.

"What was that Guillermo?" Nandor asks.

"Nothing, Master." he says.

"Anyways me and Oscar have been friends for about nine years now." you tell him, "Almost a decade."

"That's crazy," Oscar says thinking about the past decade, "She really helped support me when I came out to my family and was kicked out."

"You came out? What is that?" he asks.

"Well Master, it's when-" Guillermo is cut short by Nandor yelling at him.

"I did not ask Guillermo!" he yells furiously.

"It's when you tell people you are part of the LGBT community." you tell him.

"When I came out, my family disowned me." he tells Nandor.

"The LGBT?" he asks, "What is that?"

The next half hour is Nandor asking questions to Oscar. It honestly kind of surprises you how well they get along. This is also the first time that you have heard Nandor speak for this long and honestly he is hilarious. Most of the time he doesn't even realize he says something and it makes him confused on what you are laughing at.

"So why did you bring Os-car here?" Nandor asks you.

"He was worried about me and well when I went to meet him he kinda freaked out about the whole vampire thing." you tell him, "So I took him back here after Guillermo knocked him out."

"Wait, you knocked me out?" Oscar asks.

"That's not important right now," Nandor says, "Why didn't you just hypnotize him?"

"Well I- I didn't think about it," you say, "but anyways I don't want to hypnotize him. I just wanted to make sure he understood."

"Well thanks, that means a lot," Oscar says sarcastically, "I'm so happy you decided to knock me out instead of hypnotizing me."

"Oscar it's not like that," you tell him but he stands up and makes his way out of the room, "Oscar!" He continues to ignore you and leaves the house.

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Masterlist

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Next Song

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Warnings: One F-bomb (I think that’s it), yearning, a little angst, fluffy (maybe?)

Word Count: 2.8k-ish

Summary: One night while on patrol, on top of a random apartment building, Matt hears the most beautiful sound and it’s coming from one of the apartments below his perch, it’s your singing voice.

A/N: So this is for my lovely Mindi @mindidjarin it’s based on her Matt thought the 1 I did change it slightly, I didn’t make the reader Matt’s neighbor, I really hope that’s ok 🤞 I also made a playlist to go along with this. I’ll put it in at the end after the tag list. I know it’s been awhile since I wrote for Matt, so I’m a little rusty, I’ve missed it. One more thing…my tag list. Because of the lack of interaction lately especially with my most recent fics for Matt, I will tag the people I think will be the most interested in it. I just don’t wanna waste anyones time if you’re not really into it.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The full moon illuminated the night sky, stars twinkled like tiny diamonds in the crisp fall air and even though he couldn’t see that the moon was full, he knew it was, he sensed it as he sat on his perch, atop your apartment building, waiting and listening for anyone that cried out for help.

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had a feeling about tonight although he wasn’t quite sure what that feeling was yet, was it a good one? Was it a bad one? He still wasn’t sure. It wasn’t until he heard your feet lightly hit the floor and the music start to play that he felt his own heart skip a beat as you started to sing along with the music playing.

He tilted his head, trying to listen closely as to which apartment was yours. The Devil could hear the low melody of Van Morrison’s Crazy Love coming from your apartment, that voice sounded so familiar, he’s heard it before during another one of his nightly patrols, same song, same time of night. “She can’t sleep”, he thought to himself.

And then remembered hearing screams calling out into the darkness, interrupting the serenade you didn’t know you were performing for him, he had to leave you even though his heart hurt to do so. He didn’t want to but he had to, his city needed his help and he was the only one who could protect it.

Now he was back again, on the same rooftop where he heard the most beautiful voice that’s ever weaved its way through his ears, it was your voice, and he was hoping to hear you sing the whole song before he had to leave this time. The goosebumps danced across his skin as you sang…

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love. She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

Was it a coincidence that he listened to the same song when he couldn’t sleep? On the rare occasions The Devil took a night off and when he just couldn’t drown out the sounds of his city, he would play that same song over and over again until his eyelids grew heavy and felt himself drift off, still feeling guilty that he didn’t go out that night but his body needed rest. He was human after all.

He had dreams also, dreams about hearing your angelic voice, he wanted to listen to it every day. Did you sing only when you couldn’t sleep? Or did you sing all the time? He wanted to know, he needed to know.

The Devil found himself taking detours on his way home from his day job, walking past your apartment building to see if you were home, and depending on the song playing he could tell what kind of mood you were in.

If you were in a playful mood, it was always some sort of Pop music, mostly Britney or one of the boy bands. The way you would move around your apartment, he could tell you were dancing too.

Oops, I did it again. I played with your heart, got lost in the game Oh baby, baby, Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above I’m not that innocent

A sly smile spread across his face, his dimple on display for people to see as they walked past him on the sidewalk. He knew people were looking at him, wondering what the devilish grin was for but he didn’t care, listening to you made him smile.

A few times he would walk by in the morning, trying to find out what time you went to work and what time you came home from work. What time did you eat dinner? What time did you go to bed? And the question he really wanted answered…Were you seeing anyone?

It was early on his patrol one evening, he approached your rooftop, he finally solved the riddle as to which apartment was yours and your window was cracked open just a little. You were talking on the phone, your voice was sad, then angry, then sad again.

The Devil knew he shouldn’t be listening to a private conversation but he wanted to know who was making you upset. And then he heard it, he heard you say “What? So you love her? Is that what you’re telling me?! So not only did you cheat on me, you’re in love with the woman you cheated on me with! Fuck you!”

You were seeing someone, obviously not anymore. He heard you hang up on whoever you were talking to and burst into tears, he sat there for hours listening to you cry your heart out and he couldn’t do anything about it.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and tell you “It’s ok sweetheart. I’m here, I’ve got you.” But he couldn’t. He had saved his fair share of the people of Hell’s Kitchen from the evil that is out there on his streets but he couldn’t protect you from a broken heart.

He licked his lips and tilted his head, he heard you get up from the couch and turn your speaker on. What were you going to play this time? He didn’t recognize the song but it didn’t matter, even all cried out, your voice sounded beautiful to him.

Did you really think last night would last forever. Did you really think that guy hung the moon. Right now you hate yourself 'cause you knew better. But there's no use crying over spilled perfume

Your heart was broken, he could hear it, he felt your pain and after he moved onto the fire escape, he could taste the salt from your tears. The scent of lavender floated outside past him, your window was still ajar. It was probably your body wash or shampoo he was picking up, a light scent that wasn’t overpowering for him.

A cry from a few blocks away tore him away from you once again but before leaving, he whispered “It will be alright, angel. It will get better.” And he disappeared into the night.

The nights following that one were hard for The Devil, listening to you cry and sing sad songs, some he had never heard before like The One I Gave My Heart To, You Lost Me, Cry, Storm and Let Him Fly. He didn’t understand why he felt such anger towards the man that hurt you, to the man that broke your heart, he didn’t know him but how could someone hurt you like that?

He didn’t even know your name but the feelings he had for you were something he’s never experienced before. He heard people sing all the time, day and night, on patrol or just in passing on the street. So why was he being pulled so hard towards you? He still didn’t know.

1:30 AM, there it was again. Crazy Love. Another sleepless night for you, he caught himself humming along this time, thinking about maybe that could be your song that you could slow dance to together when neither one of you can sleep.

Or while you were cooking together listening to some old Motown like Bring It On Home to Me or Signed, Sealed, Delivered. He had daydreams of listening to you sing in the shower or cleaning the apartment. Those kinds of thoughts flooded his mind constantly and it was all based on what you sounded like, your happy voice, even your sad voice, and your singing voice. He couldn’t get enough.

The Devil never imagined he could find someone to share his life with, someone that could accept him, that would accept what he did. For some reason, he felt in his heart, that that person could be you.

He could tell you were feeling better about your break-up. The songs he heard you singing were upbeat. Songs like No Diggity, It Takes Two, California Love, and Hypnotize were turned up. You sounded adorable even singing along to rap songs.

One morning on his detour to work, walking past your apartment he heard you. Your window must have been open a little more than usual, either that or you were just singing I Wanna Dance With Somebody extra loud.

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me. Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me

This made him happy, the Devil stood outside against the lamp post listening to you belt out the lyrics, he could tell you were dancing and your heartbeat sounded healthy and happy. The song ended and the you shut your music off, he thought you must be leaving for work soon. He would come back and check on you again later.

The Devil left work later than usual that night. When he stepped outside, the cool autumn air hit his face and immediately jolted him awake and he couldn’t wait to hear what you were singing tonight.

As he got closer and closer to your apartment, he heard the sounds of Elvis playing and the aroma of chili cooking on the stove. The song that he heard you singing, he just couldn’t help but smirk.

You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are, devil in disguise

You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the way you seemed

The Devil in Disguise…and, unknowingly, you were his angel. An angel in disguise that makes him feel better after a hard day, an angel that listens to the same song as he does when he can’t sleep. He also found himself listening to Crazy Love at other times of the day but it was your voice he heard, not anyone else’s. Did you have any idea how beautiful your voice was? There was a reason he found his way to your rooftop that first night and why that song? Out of an extremely large catalog of songs in the world, why did you both choose that one? The Devil would love to ask his angel that question someday.

On his walk into work one morning, the Devil didn’t hear any music coming from your apartment which was strange. It was 8 AM, he knew you didn’t leave for work until at least 8:30, so why wasn’t your music on? Why weren’t you singing? He heard your heartbeat though, you were close, very close. At a steady pace, you were walking down the stairs to come outside. Oh no…But it was too early.

His heart started to race, he started to feel extremely nervous, and found it difficult to catch his breath. You were coming closer and closer, he adjusted his red tinted glasses and gripped his cane, he waited patiently to determine which direction you were headed.

Facing the front of your building, the Devil felt you open the door, take two steps and turn to his left, your right. He caught the scent of your perfume, notes of Violet Leaf, Lemon, and Cardamom hovered in the air around him, while the base notes of Musk, Cashmere Wood, and White Cedar Extract gave him the impression you enjoyed wearing cologne rather than perfume. The scent was intoxicating, sunny and cool like an early autumn morning, just like it is right now.

He followed closely behind you, one block, then two when the aroma of coffee caught his attention. The Devil stood behind you in line, listening to your heart rate beating a little faster from the walk and being in close proximity to others, luckily it wasn’t busy so it wasn’t too overwhelming for him. He listened as you ordered your coffee…”Coffee flavored coffee, light cream and one sugar, please.”

Even the way you ordered coffee was beautiful, your voice was so soothing and tender, he could tell you were smiling while placing your order, and he waited for the barista to ask for your name, time seemed to stand still for him waiting to hear it. The voice inside his head kept repeating over and over again, ask for her name, ask her. I need to know my angel’s name. The barista finally asked you…”Name please.” Here it comes…

“Oh it’s y/n.” You answered and you stepped off to the side.

The Devil finally had a name to go along with your beautiful voice, and he was so distracted by your name that he didn’t notice at first the barista asking him for his order. He gave his order and stepped aside, next to you, he noticed you were humming, his suit jacket brushing against your leather jacket. He felt your heart jump, maybe he startled you, and you went back to humming. Finally, he recognized the song.

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey. You're as sweet as strawberry wine. You're as warm as a glass of brandy. And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

He was resting his hands on the counter when they called out your name. Taking your coffee, he could have sworn you paused for a moment to look at him and smile. You didn’t know he could sense you were doing that, he knew you took a sip before walking out, before he had the chance to say anything to you, you were gone.

The woman behind the counter, calling out names said “Oh no, she forgot her wallet.”

The Devil somehow knew she was talking about you, she gave him his coffee and he said he’d return the wallet before you got too far away. He stepped out of the coffee shop, shut out everything around him except for your heart beat, you were at the corner and still humming Tennessee Whiskey.

He picked up his pace a little, and before he knew it, you were directly in front of him. The Devil took a deep breath before calling out your name.

“Excuse me, y/n? You forgot your wallet at the coffee shop.” And he held out your wallet for you to take. You grazed his fingers as you took it from his hands, your skin was soft and warm even on this chilly morning.

“Oh my goodness, thank you so much!” You exclaimed. “I didn’t sleep very well last night so my mind is somewhere else.”

He already knew that.

Confused, you asked “How…how did you know my name? And how…how did you know where I was if…if you can’t see me?”

With a devilish grin, he flashed his dimple at you and chuckled “They called out your name for your coffee order. And because you were humming the same song waiting for your drink.”

He could tell you were slightly embarrassed but you laughed it off. “Right…sleep deprivation is real.”

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen just kept smiling, he was very much in love with you even though you had no idea who he was but oh he loved you. He loved your music, he loved to listen to you speak, even listening to you cry, it broke his own heart but he’s never heard anyone “cry pretty” before, like the song you played one night said…

You can pretty lie. And say it's okay. You can pretty smile. And just walk away. Pretty much fake your way through anything. But, you can't cry pretty

But to him, you did exactly that…”Cry Pretty”

He could tell you were staring at him, from his shoes, to his suit, then to the cane and to the glasses and your heart was racing. He could tell that you liked him.

It didn’t matter what you were talking about, you could be reading signs on the sides of buses for all he knew and it would still sound melodic, lovely, and calming.

You spoke again.

“Thank you again for returning this. Is there any way I can repay you Mister…?

He was finally going to tell you his name. “Murdock…My name is Matt Murdock.”

He could tell you were smiling again, you bit down on your bottom lip before replying. “Well it’s nice to meet you Matt Murdock. I’m y/f/n y/l/n, I guess we’ve been properly introduced now.”

His licked his bottom lip and tried to keep from fidgeting. “I guess we have, y/n. I guess we have. If you’d like to get a drink after work, I’m free.” He panicked a little, what if you said no?

“I’d love to.” You replied.

The Devil smiled again. “Great, because I really like the sound of your voice.” He could tell you were blushing and maybe he was too.

The Devil hoped he would be able to listen to his Angel sing many more times during the course of his life, for the rest of his life and he couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of having a life with you.

He prayed that you would never stop singing even after he was gone because he had to go before you, he just had to. He just couldn’t bear the thought of living in a world where he would never hear your beautiful voice again. He hoped that he would never have to.

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Revival - Chapter 3: The masked warrior

I climbed the stairs to the upper floor and entered the next room. The room was dark and… strangely empty, without anything but a huge hole in the middle. Curious, I approached the hole but with caution. And I heard something, coming out of it.

…A serpent-like creature emerged from the hole. It was green, enormous, and it wore an equally enormous grin, baring many sharp and pointy teeth. Its eyes were yellow, and the whole thing made me feel uneasy.

I took a step back.

“Ho hooo!” The serpent spoke up. “Hello! Look what we have here, a little adventurer, coming to the Spire! Are you looking for… wealth and treasures?”

I took another step back. I didn’t trust this serpent, not a single bit.

“Relax, adventurer, I don’t mean to hurt you!” It continued. “I just want to ask you a simple question, that’s all!”

The thing slithered closer, and lowered its voice. “The most fulfilling of lives is that in which you can buy… anything! Do you agree, oh dear adventurer?"

…buy anything?

No, that wasn’t what defined my definition of “fulfilling”. I had never, ever wanted to just get something by simply buying it. To me, the satisfaction after finishing something on my own was way better than just simply taking out some gold to trade for it.

Besides, I could feel an aura of deceit as the serpent asked me that question. That thing was trying to lure me into its trap, I was sure about it.

So I shook my head.

As I expected, with a look of extreme disappointment, the serpent stared at me, then it slithered down the hole that it had emerged from.

Everything fell into silence again.

…until I heard something from the upper floor. Thumps and crashes. As if a fight was happening there.

And then there was loud yelling and screaming. The sounds seemed to come from a male. Other than that, I couldn’t figure out anything else.

I climbed the stairs again, slowly and cautiously, without making any sounds. I didn’t know what kind of person, or creature, I would meet up there, so it was best to not let my guard down.

The sound got louder and louder as I approached the room. And then, everything ended with a thump sound like something collapsing to the ground.

I peeked into the room, prepared to face whatever horror that might be there…

And what I saw wasn’t quite what I expected.

There was a man wielding a longsword, standing in the middle of the room. The man was tall and muscular, donned with armor and striking red-colored pants. He wore a metal mask, so most of his skin was covered, except for his neck, which was revealed to be a green color. His hair was white and of medium length, and he wielded a sword with a uniquely-shaped end. Right behind him was a bloody corpse of a creature that looked like a Jaw Worm, which obviously was slain by him, anyone could tell from the bloodstains on his sword.

The guy emitted an almost demonic energy, which slightly startled me. I couldn’t feel any malice from him, but then again, that didn’t prove anything. So I sneaked into the room, trying my best to not create any sounds to attract the masked man. 

Unfortunately though, “Man proposes God disposes”. The guy suddenly turned around, and the holes on his mask locked onto my eyes.

I froze in place.

This was bad, really, really bad, I thought to myself. I didn’t know what to do, as I got caught. The guy looked like a battle-worn warrior, he must be a strong person, and I was just a weak tree nymph…

…wait.

Just as I was about to enter panic mode, I saw him holding something else. It’s a card, with red borders matching his pants.

Apparently, enemies in the Spire did not use cards, so that made him an outsider? 

“Who… who are you?” I asked, slightly shaking.

I admit, I was scared. I couldn’t even remember when was the last time I talked to a human being, and even worse, the person in front of me, I could tell, would be able to chop me into pieces easily, even if I transformed into a tree. Even if he was also an outsider, there’s no guarantee that he would side up with me…

“I should be asking the same question. Also, what are you doing here?” His voice was gruff and loud, despite being partially muffled by his mask.

I didn’t know what to say. But then, I remember the cards. With some hesitation, I summoned my deck.

“Oh, so you’re another adventurer from outside. Call me the Ironclad then. You look like you will need a companion, little one. How should I refer to you?”

“Ah… I-I am… the Dryad.”

The Ironclad slammed the head of his sword to the ground, and reached his right hand towards me, offering a handshake:

"So, you coming along, Dryad?"

I hesitated for a second, before returning the handshake with a nod. And thus, I followed the Ironclad, to form a team of two.

The ascent continued.

I hadn’t fought much, but I had to admit, having a companion did make my journey to climb up this tower easier, even though this Ironclad guy was really reckless. During the two following fights, I had been using different techniques to mitigate the damage done by the enemies to me, due to my fragile nature and my weak offensive abilities. But this guy... he didn't give a single damn about getting hit. He just charged forward and attacked the enemies again and again, until they couldn't move anymore. Whenever I looked at him, I never saw him stop to think of which card to use for more than five seconds. He got hit a lot as a result, but he didn’t seem to mind. This guy had impressive regenerating abilities and a sturdy body that can endure pain though, so that worried me a bit less.

According to the map, the next room was an Elite. It was stated in the Torn Journal that there were three possible types of elite fight that I could encounter in the Exordium.

I checked my deck again. The first thing I noticed was that I hadn’t added any frontload Attack cards in my deck yet, and that wasn’t a good thing. As I walked behind the Ironclad, I quietly prayed to myself…

…I really hate my luck sometimes.

Inside the room, in front of the Ironclad and I was no other than the Gremlin Nob himself. A foe that will hard-counter a deck that’s heavy in Skills.

Oh well, maybe I wasn’t so unlucky after all. Entangling Vines was drawn on the first turn, the only turn that wouldn’t be dangerous to play Skills, according to the journal. I played the card, and reached my hand towards Gremlin Nob. Immediately, thin, thorny vines grew from the ground, wrapping around the monster. I thought for a while more, before going with lowering Nob’s strength even further. Meanwhile, the Ironclad had already inflicted the monster with Vulnerable to prepare for the next turn.

And then, Nob let out a loud roar, as his turn began. Starting from this moment, every skill played would increase its strength for the rest of combat. Of course, I had to inform my ally…

But before I could even say anything, the Ironclad had already started charging forward.

I watched in total disbelief, as the warrior screamed and swung his sword, attacking the enemy as if he hadn't been fighting in quite a while. I couldn’t make heads or tails of what he was playing, but he played his cards so quickly, I doubt that he actually gave his play any thought. At this point, I really didn't know if he was bloodthirsty, mad, or just plain dumb anymore.

For some reason, it… worked. Gremlin Nob was defeated in a few turns, and both of us survived, taking some moderate hits in the process.

I felt like I hadn’t contributed much during the fight though, because the only thing I could do was to try to weaken the monster. I couldn’t deal as much damage as the Ironclad, what if he thought I was a burden…?

“H-hey…” I softly asked, as we gathered the gold, relic and card drop from the monster. “Y-you are… wounded. Do… Do you need healing?”

“I’ve been through worse, kid. Save that for later.” He dismissed, gesturing me to stay away.

I understood that he had excellent self-healing capabilities, but I was worried that his recklessness might come back at him some time, and he might not be able to make it. At the same time, I felt like I needed to do something to help him, as an ally.

In the end, I decided to not force him. I must have trust in him, he’s strong, after all.

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WTYP: The Shandor Building, Part 8

[Do you like the colour of the fanfic? This is long and if you expand it you're gonna get the whole thing, because Tumblr hates you. Don't say I didn't warn you!]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Part 8: Disaster Roulette: Horse Viscera

[Beware of strong language, mention of all kinds of death, gore, and Lovecraftian horror.]

[SLIDE: The Atmospheric Railway.]

D: Wow.

A: That smells amazing!

L: Is that pancakes? Is that pancakes or am I having a stroke?

R: It’s pancakes. On the little stove right here. Says it’s “The First Dining-Car-Powered Railway.”

D: So we have full access to any bullshit you made up during the episode?

R: Seems like it.

L: Is there syrup?

A: I don’t think we mentioned syrup…

D: Still! Pancakes and no imminent threat of death! Well done, lady and gents!

D [text over slide]: I FEEL LIKE SUCH A FOOL.

D: Pancakes all around and let’s have a chat about traaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII — !

[sounds of WTYP inadvertently setting an 1884 land speed record, and 75 seconds of screams]

D [text over slide]: I HAVE EDITED OUT QUITE A BIT MORE SCREAMING. UNFORTUNATELY, WE HAD ACCESS TO ANY BULLSHIT WE MADE UP DURING THE EPISODE, AND SO DID GOZER. I WILL NOT ELABORATE, BUT HERE IS AN ARTIST’S DEPICTION.

[Postproduction image of blood-drenched Carrie at the prom.]

[more screaming, human language slowly becoming intelligible]

D [louder and louder to be heard above the others]: DEAD AIR AND SCREAMING! DEAD AIR AND SCREAMING! WE’RE ONLY RECORDING DEAD AIR AND SCREAMING! FOR GOD’S SAKE, CLEAR THE BLOOD OUT OF YOUR MICS AND SAY SOMETHING FUNNY!

A: I HAVE DISEASES THEY HAVEN’T EVEN INVENTED YET AND THEY’RE GOING TO NAME THEM ALL AFTER ME! I’LL BE STUCK WITH THIS NAME FOR THE REST OF MY SHORT LIFE! “Oh, Alice Caldwell-Kelly? Did you discover Alice Caldwell-Kelly Syndrome?” “I AM ALICE CALDWELL-KELLY SYNDROME!”

L: I HAD MY MOUTH OPEN!

G: HA HA HA. DON’T YOU LIKE HORSIES, W’TYP [somehow pronouncing it like R’lyeh]?

D: WE PREFER THEM IN ONE FUCKING PIECE!

R: Yeah, that shouldn’t have been like that.

A: Oh, my God, how did I ever think horse viscera was funny?

D: Then think of something else!

A: Nothing is ever going to be funny ever again, and I am going to die in a pocket dimension, covered in horse-and-rat smoothie.

L: And pancakes.

A: And pancakes. …Rocz, what?

R: You got a little piece of tail, right, right there…

D [text over slide]: I HAVE EDITED OUT A FURTHER 45 SECONDS OF MASS VOMITING. IT WAS NOT VERY FUNNY.

A [exhausted]: Just kill us already.

L: Please.

D: Same.

R: Motion carries.

G: POOR, PITIFUL W’TYP. THE ATMOSPHERIC RAILWAY NEVER KILLED ANYONE.

A: Right? So? Now what?

G: I SHALL INDUCE YOU TO [bleep] YOURSELVES! [lower voice] YOU MAY BLEEP THAT IN POST, DEVON. IF YOU SURVIVE!

D [text over slide]: I LIVED, BITCH.

A: Oh, fuck off.

L: Boo! Weak!

R: Not happening.

D: Lazy cunt.

[sounds of WTYP throwing horse-viscera-soaked pancakes]

G: [clearing throat] “SO, WHEN YOU THREE TELL US YOUR PRONOUNS YOU ARE KIDDING, RIGHT? L-O-L!”

A: Oh, God, xe’s reading the comments!

D: No! Never read the comments!

G: “HEY YOU ALL. I AM JUST GOING TO GIVE YOU SOME FEEDBACK FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T LIKE PODCASTS AT ALL. YOU CAN PROBABLY GUESS WHAT THOSE CRITICISMS ARE. I AM HERE TO LEARN ABOUT URBAN PLANNING AND ENGINEERING…” [continuing faintly under the following]

L: Frig. Why did we start pinning the worst ones?

R: It was funny.

D: Xe could at least stick to the ones from the Atmospheric Railway.

R: They were largely positive, though.

A: Boys, I’m going to be really honest with you, I’ve been through some shit in my time, and this is all getting to be a bit much. It’s not so much the negative comments — although it stings a bit more to hear them out loud — it’s being trapped in an alternate hell dimension with no hope of escape. I mean, where does it all end? Just podcasting, negative comments and engineering disasters, for all eternity?

R: It’s been a pretty fun time, right up until just recently…

A: WE WEREN’T COVERED IN PURÉED HORSE UNTIL JUST RECENTLY! [sigh] If we can’t find a way out of this, it’s only a matter of time before I embrace that suction tube and give the horse-and-rat smoothie an Alice boost. Your thoughts?

R: I always figured a god would hafta come kill me to take me out, but I ain’t ready to give up yet.

D: But as it stands, we can only play to a stalemate, and then Gozer changes xyr form again. We need a means of attack. Can you think of an episode where you speculated about… about somehow wounding the disaster? Or… I don’t know, fixing it?

L: I dunno, Dev. They just always seemed so inevitable.

R: We’ve got slides of ‘em.

A: It’s always been more of a gallows humour kind of thing.

D: Superpowers? Did you ever give each other superpowers?

R: Other than the power of knowledge?

D: The power of knowledge isn’t going to dent a fucking god, Rocz! Gods do not work that way!

L: What about… The Frankford Junction Wreck?

A: [sigh] Sleep deprivation isn’t much of a superpower…

L: No, not that.

A: What? Rocz’s well-known love of trains, or… Oh. [laugh] Oh, yes. That might be of considerable assistance.

R: Something other than my well-known love of trains?

A: Shh! Don’t let on!

D: Whose pick is it? Alice had one, and Rocz had one, and we all said this one together.

L: It’s either you or me, buddy. So just don’t stop thinking about the Frankford Junction Wreck…

G: “…I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR BANTER. THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE EDUCATIONAL. NOT ENTERTAINMENT.”

L: Fuck, that was all one comment, wasn’t it?

R: Yep, that was a longy.

A: With no line breaks.

R [to Gozer, flatly]: No.

G: “CAN YOU NOT JUST ENGAGE WITH CRITICISM? THIS WAS ALL SINCERE. I LIKE YOU INDIVIDUALLY AND MOST OF ALL…” [continuing faintly under the following]

D [text over slide]: I CONTROL THE AUDIO MIXING. I AM THE GOD OF EDITING.

D: I don’t think we’re getting out of this until Gozer gets tired of commenting or runs out of material…

A: Xe’s not going to run out of material, this is only from Episode Six!

D: Keep it together, Alice…

L: Don’t worry! I got your back, babygirl. HEY! GOZER! ANCIENT SUMERIAN GODS EAT SHIT!

G: L-O-L! UMAD [pronounced “oomad”] BRO?

L: YEAH! YOU BET I’M MAD! I EXIST ON THE INTERNET, I DO NOT CONFORM TO CONVENTIONAL STANDARDS OF MALE BEAUTY, AND I’M JEWISH! MY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN ARGUING WITH GODS SINCE YOU WERE PISSING IN YOUR ANCIENT SUMERIAN DIAPERS! AND I’M ABOUT TO START MAKING ACTIONABLE THREATS!

D [text over slide]: I GOT YOUR BACK, BABYGIRL.

L: SO WHY DON’T YOU [bleep] YOURSELF IN THE [bleep] BEFORE I [bleep] AND [bleep] ALL YOUR FOLLOWERS IN A KIDDIE POOL OF YOUR OWN [bleep] WITH [bleep] AND [bleep] AND YOUR LITTLE DOGS TOO! UNTIL YOU [bleep] AND I HOPE YOU [bleep] IN [bleep] AND SAY HELLO TO ELON MUSK AND ADOLF HITLER WHILE YOU’RE AT IT! I’LL [bleep] ALL THREE OF YOU [bleep] IN A LAKE OF [bleep] AND [bleep] AND THEN I’LL TOWEL YOU OFF AND FIRE YOU OUT OF A ROCKET INTO THE SUN! AND THAT LAST PART IS NOT ACTIONABLE, I DO NOT HAVE A ROCKET!

G [scandalized]: ELON MUSK?

L: Yeah!

G: THAT WAS GENUINELY HURTFUL.

L: You bet it was! And I got a lot more where that came from!

G: “I HATE TO CRITICIZE A GENERALLY SUPERB PROGRESSIVE PODCAST, ESPECIALLY SINCE MY SON IS ONE OF THE PRESENTERS, BUT…”

D: Oh, God.

R: Is that…?

A: It’s Liam’s dad!

G: “EUROCENTRIC THINKING SHOULD BE DENOUNCED. INFRASTRUCTURE IS NOT JUST AEUROPEAN THING? WHEN WHITE PEOPLE SHOWED UP IN THE US IN THE 17TH CENTURY ANDNEEDED TO BUILD ROADS TO CONNECT WHAT WOULD BE LARGE POLLUTED CONGESTED CITIES 4 CENTURIES LATER, THEY FOUND, OF ALL THINGS, INDIGENOUS PEOPLE’S ROADS A/K/A INDIAN TRAILS. THESE ROADS WERE GRADUALLY WIDENED, PAVED, AND GIVEN ROUTE NUMBERS. MOST OF THIS HAD TO WAIT UNTIL RTHNIC CLEANSING AND THE INVENTION OF THE AUTOMOBILE WERE ACCOMPLISHED. TRY STATE ROUTE 2 PARENTHESIS MOHAWK THE MOHAWK TRAIL CLOSE PARENTHESIS COMMA.”

A: Liam…? Are you okay…?

L [tearfully]: That was valid, sincere criticism from an honorable man — AND YOU ARE NONE OF THOSE THINGS, YOU PLAGIARIZING BITCH-BASTARD!

G: IT WAS VERY POORLY FORMATTED.

L: It was BEAUTIFULLY formatted! I JUST COME FROM A LONG LINE OF PASSIONATE MEN! And when I see my dad again — and I WILL, because you’re going DOWN IN FLAMES — I’m going to give him a BIG HUG!

[applause, cheering from the rest of WTYP]

VINZ CLORTHO (V): We are valid.

A: Fuck! Shit! Where did that come from?

R: They’re eating the pancakes.

ZUUL (Z): [hissing]

R: We’re eating the pancakes, sorry.

V: You have hurt our feelings.

L: You’re trying to kill us! [clearing throat] Alice, do you have a cough drop or something?

A: Eat this cigarette. They work for me.

V: You must die so the new world can be born.

Z: A new world with more tummy rubs.

L: What? I will rub your tummies right now!

Z: [hisses]

V: No. We do not like you anymore. [to Rocz] Die well, doughnut-giver.

G: SINCE WE ARE ONCE AGAIN AT AN IMPASSE, I AM [sigh] ONCE AGAIN OFFERING THE CHANCE TO CHOOSE A NEW FORM.

R: No.

D: We’re fine.

G: NOT EVEN INTO SOMETHING THAT ISN’T COVERED IN PURÉED HORSE AND RAT?

A: No, this… This is great. We like this.

L: We eat horse and rat pancakes for breakfast!

V [faintly, mouth full]: We have much in common, you and us. It is a shame you must die!

G: ALL RIGHT. AND WAITING BEHIND DOOR NUMBER “FUCK YOU,” YOUR NEXT ENGINEERING DISASTER IS…?

WTYP, together: The Frankford Junction Wreck!

R: For some reason.

Part 9

[boop-someone-today]

Hahahaha I’ve been thinking about this but I don’t think it’s long enough to post as a complete fanfic so I’ll just post it here. Tumblr is now my shit post of ideas when they can’t be long enough.

Anyway, Qi Rong don’t exist I guess🤷‍♀️

He didn’t choose violence today🤭

Here you go, Xie Lian angst…

“Xie Lian crawled out of the well. He had slipped on the way up and had to restart a few times, but he made it. As his feet hit the ground, he slumped and sighed, feeling drained and numb after saying hello to his parents. Rouye slithered about, trying to comfort but understands that if he did anything, he would make it worse, but wanted to show sympathy.

Xie Lian gave a gentle pat to Rouye and began walking. He wasn’t walking away from Mt. Taicang, quite the opposite. He was walking further up, to the peak. Along the way his robes obtained more rips, and he had gathered more scratches, unfeeling of them. The further up he went, the denser the forest got, to the point that unless you knew the way, you would never find the path paved under centuries of dirt.

When he finally broke threw the foliage, he has met with a tall skeleton of a temple. The wood somehow still standing, though charred beyond repair, and stone pillars that had toppled over, the tallest still standing just over his head.

After quickly locating the best place to climb up the beams, he scurried his way up, finding balance at the top. The wood was sturdy enough to support him through mystic means, but it worked. And he was grateful for it.

After he found the best spot to sit, he sat in the direction of XianLe, and dropped his head in shame.

There were many reasons for him to feel shame, he just couldn’t identify which one this time.

But before he could dive too deep into a spiral of self-loathing, he heard something, and something bright was just ahead. His head shot up.

Right where XianLe rested, there was a huge and glamorous kingdom, stretching for miles. He could just make out the city walls, covered in flowers in his honor. He could see the Main Street, covered in vendors filled with merchants selling gorgeous jewels worth fortunes, and women without compare but each other play music like no other. Everything was covered in a thin, but very shiny, layer of gold, making the city so bright during the day, it was almost blinding. And he could see home. A home that held his mother, and his father, and his cousin, and Feng Xin and Mu Qing, those nice cooks and washerwomen, his pets and treasures. It held all he ever dared to hold so dear, what he wishes he could have preserved, what he could have saved. He felt his tears build and fall.

So he blinked.

And it was gone.

All that was left was a blank plain of grass.

And suddenly he wanted to be a child, wrapped in his mother’s arms.

He also wanted San Lang. He wanted the man to hold him, to tell him it was alright. But he wouldn’t dare. Even if he was crying for him, choking his name out as he sobbed.

“Ma-ma! S-San La-ng! I wan-t you! Wh-ere are you!”

His sobs were a wretched sound, more of an animal then human. He was sobbing towards the heavens, and screamed his heart out over what he lost. And for the wish the people he wanted to comfort him to come back.

But he understood it wouldn’t happen, he just… he just wanted a moment for himself.

Just a little moment to sob. And no one be there to taunt him. Call him weak and to be a man.

He wanted to sob like a child, and so he did.”

[catatonicdelirium]

Shadow Space

Marie and Jen hemmed and hawed throughout the day, and finally ended up back at Jen’s place, where her boyfriend Timmy was sleeping in late due to a heavy night of drinking. As he rolled in his pseudo-comatose state, he muttered things such as “the squirrels must be avenged” and “MY dog is a pupper TOO”—there were shelves of records adorning the yellow walls, stained from cigarette smoke; all those years of Timmy falling prey to his impulses led him down a dark and dreary path, and the works of his degenerate nature culminated in Jen’s flat perpetually smelling like a mixture between cancer and cannabis.

“I don’t see why you don’t throw him out on his sorry ass,” Marie said as she flitted through the record collection, looking for a Taeko Ohnuki album. She couldn’t find one, and instead pulled out Kraftwerk. Jen’s collection was mostly comprised of various krautrock and electronica. “You don’t understand, he’s having a hard time right now, I swear to god. The doctor took him off his medication and put him on something else,” Jen swiped the copy of Autobahn from Marie’s hand, put it back on the shelf, and promptly pulled out a copy of The Man Machine. “Also, Autobahn is generally a driving album, and I only have a physical copy for archival purposes. Here, try this instead.” Marie took the record and put it on the player. Primally melancholy, synthesized beeps and boops blurted out of Jen’s speakers at an ear-shredding volume. Marie covered her ears, and Jen hummed along. “Wir sind die Roboter,” Jen hummed to herself. “DOOO DOO do DOO.” “Ugh, I don’t understand how you like this stuff, it all sounds like the harsh noise of industrial decay to me.” “You don’t understand, it’s about finding the industrial decay to be a sublime experience in itself. Don’t you just love the idea that humans will one day be subservient to our AI overlords?” “I don’t really find that too appealing, to be quite honest with you.”

Marie looked around the flat to distract herself from the awful perturbations of the “sublime experience” that Jen insisted on, only to find a coffee table strewn with empty beer bottles and an ashtray filled to the brim with cigarette butts. The whole place seemed like it had a cat or dog living there for some uncanny reason, but there wasn’t any concrete evidence of an animal to be found. Just when Marie was beginning to lose hope of anything interesting happening other than getting her ears drilled by Jen’s eccentric taste in music, a large BLERGH noise pounded from the walls and cut above the music. Timmy had just woken up.

“Oh, it sounds like Tim’s awake. He always starts the day with his evening bout of nausea.” “Excuse me, Jen, but what the fuck are you talking about?” “Ever since they put him on the new meds, he’s been puking his brains out every morning. I told you it was bad.” “Maybe he should stop drinking,” Marie picked up a can and sneered her face. “Let me tell you something, Marie. He’s been having a real rough time as of late, with this new doctor and everything. I think they’re trying to scramble him.” “The dude’s been having a rough time since the day he was born, from what I’ve heard. The guy’s probably been dropped on his head a few too many times.” “Nah, you’re right. He’s a total dick,” Jen lulled her voice into a whisper. “What do you think we should do?” “Throw his sorry ass out on the street, for once.” “Sounds like a plan, Stan.”

Jen grabbed a large carving knife from the kitchen, and Marie stood by the door. Tim was stumbling back to his room while she did this, and said good morning while she hid the knife behind her back. He groaned something incomprehensible to mortal men, and slammed the door shut behind him. Jen sneaked up to the door and began to knock, first softly, but then pulsing it up to a huge thud. Finally, Tim shrieked. “What the fuck’s going on? I’m trying to sleep here.” Jen chuckled in a feverish haze, as if being possessed by a minor demon of some sort. “Here’s Johnny!” She screamed, and sliced through the cheap, ply-wood door with the knife. “What the fuck?!” Jen burst through the door as Tim yelled, and he stumbled back into a corner of the room. “What is this about?” Jen had a huge, maniacal grin on her face as Marie stood back with her arms crossed, smirking to herself. “Your time has come, Herr Tim,” Jen pulled the knife from the door and started stroking the blade to check how sharp it was. “The tribunal has convened, and we have decreed you unworthy.” With this, Tim lost his mind. He plunged his fist through the window, and screamed as his knuckle was bloodied. “What do you want with me?” Tim was desperately trying to claw his way out of the room, and he had an entrance out of the first-floor flat dug from the window by the time Jen spoke. “We only want a taste… a taste of your BLOOD!” The two descended on Tim with the knife as he jumped out the window and ran off into the city.

“Well, looks like we got rid of that fucker,” Marie said as the adrenaline rush was dying down. “Now you can get on with your life.” The two called up the police and filed a report, stating that a thief was trying to break into the apartment, but that Jen had chased him away with a knife. The police caught up with him a couple hours later, and was brought in for questioning. “They were witches! Witches sent to destroy me and keep me from the annals of rock n’ roll fame!” “Hmm..” The investigator mused, and set down his notebook. The man was clearly off of his rocker.

“Something just doesn’t quite add up here…” the investigator thought to himself as he came up to Jen’s apartment and knocked on the door. “Oh shit, it’s the police!” Jen quipped. “Again?” “Hold on, I’ll do the talking here.” The investigator heard this all, of course, before he was greeted by the smell of cat piss and a petite brunette with bags under her eyes. “So you must be Jen,” said the investigator. “Yeah, what do you want? Do you have a warrant?” “I do, in fact, have a warrant.” The investigator stepped inside to see a mound of cocaine on the coffee table. “That yours?” “Y-yeah..” Jen said. “Can I have some?”

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 40 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Yore instinctively grabbed hold of Fanner's arm and pulled him down at the sound of the first gunshot.

There was screaming, more gunshots, and then... silence.

Yore braced himself, ready to shift if he needed to.

They were either under attack or about to be rescued.

Or... so he had thought.

He heard the sound of a man taking his last breath further down the hall, and then nothing else.

"I don't hear anything," Yore whispered.

"What happened? How did we get here?"

"Humans shot you," a Taylor offered.

Yore vaguely recalled seeing the Taylors and then... Oh. Yes, he had been shot.

"But..." Yore said, turning to look at Fanner and even more confusingly, Duran.

"A magical cat brought us here," Duran explained.

Oh... Okay."

Honestly, Yore didn't know how the cat was involved but he had already known that Fanner had been whisked away to Duran.

It wasn't hard to guess how they had then ended up with him now that he was starting to think a little more clearly.

Yore began to drag himself to his feet and Fanner quickly got under his arm to help him.

He hadn't felt this weak since he'd still been in recovery.

His stomach hurt and it was still cut and bloody in some places but from the amount of blood he'd been laying in he had to assume it had been a lot worse before Fanner had stepped in to fix him up.

Fanner may well have just quietly saved his life.

There would be time for thanks later, though.

With help from Fanner, Yore crept to the door and sniffed around the cracks at the side where air was coming through.

He could smell blood and human but nothing that gave a hint at who or what might have attacked them.

"I don't think anyone's alive out there," Yore told everyone else.

"Do you think we could break down the door?" Duran asked.

"Hmm..." Yore took hold of the knob and gave it a sharp turn until he heard a crack and it gave way.

"Sure or that," Duran said.

"I'll see if it's safe," Yore said as he started to open the door.

"Wait," the chubbiest of the Taylors said. "I'll go, just... hold on."

The Taylor stripped out of their waistcoat and pants and laid them out neatly on the floor.

They stretched their arms out and their whole body stretched with them like they were made of rubber.

Some of the other Taylors stepped in to help pull and as the Taylor was pulled apart, they began to morph into two identical halves.

Suddenly they came the rest of the way apart and two identical, skinny Taylors now stood in place of the single chubby one.

"I'll go," one of the new Taylors volunteered as the other began to put the clothes back on.

"We haven't had enough time apart to become different people yet, so if I die, it's no real loss."

"I don't see it that way," Yore said. "But you're small and quiet and I'm in no condition for stealth. I can't deny you'll make a better scout than I would. Scream if you need help and I'll come."

"Sure," the Taylor said, not sounding particularly concerned.

The Taylor crept out of the room and Yore waited by the door, listening as they pitter pattered down the hall, paused for several seconds and then pitter pattered back twice as fast.

"Dead humans," the Taylor reported as they slipped back into the room.

"Anything else?" Yore asked.

"Hmm..." the Taylor said. "Nope."

"Could you tell what killed them?"

"I don't know, am I a doctor? I think maybe they shot each other. Seems like something humans would do."

"I've met quite a few humans and none of them have ever shot one another," Duran said.

"Did they have guns?" the Taylor asked.

"Well... no."

"That's probably why. Can't shoot someone if you don't have a gun."

"This situation makes me uneasy but it seems like we have an opening to escape. I say we use it," Yore said. "I'll take the lead."

The smell of blood only grew stronger as they made their way down the hall but Yore still wasn't prepared for what he saw when they reached the doorway to the joint living room and kitchen.

Yore had seen plenty of violence and death in his time but it was hard to be un-phased by the brutal scene before him.

Fanner gave the room a single glance and then squeezed his eyes shut as he turned away.

Yore stepped into the room to get a closer look, doing his best to avoid the pools of blood on the floor.

It really did look as though the men had simply drawn their guns and shot one another.

One particularly bloodied man had gashes all over his arms and face and for a moment Yore thought he was on to something but then he noticed the man next to him had a bloody knife laying next to his hand.

There were no footsteps in the blood, no scent to indicate anyone else had been here.

Had there simply been some sort of disagreement or betrayal that had left no survivors?

[greenlodgecypher]

Crying Diamonds, 3/5

Part 2

"When I asked about its history, G and the nephew weren't any use. The grandfather insisted that the necklace had been bought new, and remained in the family ever since. The nephew, rather unkindly, speculated that it had been won over betting and come from who-knew-where. Neither possibility admitted of further investigation; I was proceeding blind.

"The phenomena Mother had described suggested something less ghostly and more inhuman. Those usually produce little reaction from my electromagnetic devices, but quite a lot from my ghost-light; more than human ghosts, really. "Much to my disappointment, I got nothing. I wanted to make use of the opportunity to get something really good on video this time. Nonetheless, with Mother's story at my back, I set up at great-aunt Laurie's house. "You've seen the house, of course. It's that big Victorian mansion-looking thing on the hill off Yorktown and Tracey. Laurie's moved to a very posh retirement home, and as long as the house is maintained she doesn't mind if I use it for 'my hobby' as she calls it. There's a ballroom or parlor on the first floor, nice and open, and I use that. "With all the blinds in the hall drawn, I set up the necklace on a wooden table. This was contained in a circle, of the Lewis design—you know the one. I had electromagnetic scales inside and outside, and my ghost-lights all set up. None of them had registered anything yet, of course; but you never know when something will start off quietly, yet deliver in spades later. "I set up the video camera and left the tapes beside it. I intended on sitting vigil with the necklace as long as I could; I didn't have any reason to believe it would do more at night, but I wanted to see it at the witching hour—you know. And I still thought something else might come to light. "And I waited. After two days of having the necklace in my posession, I had nothing at all to show for it, other than getting caught up on some reading and enjoying the use of my great-aunt's residence. It's quite a romantic house, you know. "After a bit of a break, when I left to stock up at a nearby market and came back with fresh provisions, I kept up my vigil. I had myself a little feast that afternoon, and set down for a bit of a rest. I set an alarm to wake me up towards midnight. "I was woken by such a scream as I've never heard," I said. "Mother was right. It was ghostly; hollow; and yet shout-like. It didn't sound right, you see. It did sound alive. And yet… "I was horrified; but in moments, as the sounds rose and fell around me, I was excited. There was finally something going on! And it was outside. I could tell that much. I looked at my ghost-lights— "But there was nothing. The incandescent lamp next to them was dark, too, and I realized that the power was out. That wasn't an insurmountable problem; I had batteries, after all, but it took a moment to hook them up. All while that hideous calling sounded beyond the windows. I thought it must be an animal, after all; but what animal creature would follow an object like this?"

Part 4

[thereasonforenglish]

Why I Did Not Call 911 for Kitty Genovese

The murder of Kitty Genovese happened on March 14, 1964 and it has been haunting me ever since. During her attack, 37 of her neighbors did not ever call for help and I was one of those people. This is my story of why I did not help save her life.

Hearing from my neighbors, the first attack happened around 3:20 AM. However, I think I was in a coma of some sorts after a very carb heavy meal, because I have no recollection of hearing any of my neighbors yelling at the attacker or Kitty screaming for help.

The second attack happened a couple of minutes after the first and I was "awake" this time. Unfortunately though, I suffer from sleep paralysis more often that I should and it is probably not the healthiest. Whenever this happens, I almost can't tell what is reality and what is a dream. I "woke up" to Kitty screaming "I'm dying, I'm dying", but I thought I was still in the dream as we do not get a lot of noise this early in the morning. Once I got my bearings, I knocked on my neighbors door to ask if they heard something or if I was just dreaming. I guess someone did scream "I'm dying", but they reassured me to not worry about it, someone is probably on drugs or something. So, I went back to sleep in hopes the person outside was okay.

I woke up for real this time to the sound of sirens outside of my apartment and I had no idea why, but I was quite interested. I watched from my window to see if I could see anything, but it was still a little too dark. My neighbor came over and asked if I knew what happened, but I did not. He explained that someone was definitely killed outside, they heard the whole thing, but figured someone would call the police. It seemed someone did, but it was too late. As we were going over what happened and what we each heard or saw, we heard an ambulance come around 4:25 AM and at this point it was bright enough to tell that someone was definitely killed.

I do not have a real excuse why I did not call the police, even after my neighbor said someone was screaming outside and it was not my dream. I guess I thought what every one of my neighbors thought, that someone would call the police if it was serious. I just can not believe that it took as long as it did to get the police involved. What happened to Kitty Genovese is a tragedy and I will always feel guilt for not taking action, but the mind of a human is a wild place and acts in ways that we would think it wouldn't.

By now, you people reading this post are wondering "oh my god, this guy just witnessed a murder and is now confessing it on tumblr. This is crazy", but I promise you that myself was not even being thought of as being born when this murder happened. I wanted to look at the event from the perspective of the neighbors around the crime scene rather than talking about the outside view that Gansberg had when writing his article. I hope you get something out of this, like maybe if you hear someone screaming "I'm dying" outside your house, you wont give a second thought of calling the police. Do the right thing and don't fall for the bystander effect.

[brockendrems]

MORE ut au

(continuation of part 2)

"Yes, I do-" The robot released their grip on you and stood straight. You looked up at them, momentarily stunned by how tall they were. "Oh gosh… what am I going to do…" they muttered. You stood there, staring at them. They stood there, staring at a random point in space. You considered just leaving when the robot let out a short scream that stopped as abruptly as it'd started. You jumped back slightly as the robot clasped their hands together. "You have to leave." They said, turning their full attention onto you. "I- what?" "You have to get out of here." They said, shoving you towards the door you'd come through. You tried to push back against them. "Wh-what? Why?" You asked. They looked down at you. "No time to explain, just-" "Blooky, is something going on down here?" a new voice asked from behind you. You and the robot turned around to see another robot. This one looked similar to the first robot, but the blue was replaced with red, and the hair was drastically different. The red robot's visible eye was a pale yet vibrant pink, and their boots looked more like heels. Their voice had sounded more male than the blue robot's, but there was definitely some sort of non-masculine aspect to it. The blue robot- Blooky, the red robot said?- shifted a bit to try and hide you. "U-uh- Mettaton! …hi?" Mettaton squinted at Blooky. "Are you trying to hide something?" "Uh.. nope! Not- nothing hiding here." Blooky hid their fidgety hands behind their back. Mettaton sighed. "I heard you yell, is everything alright down here? Did Alphys's security cams show something?" Mettaton started coming closer to you and Blooky. Actually, it looked like he was going more towards the computer, but still. Blooky glanced at the terminal. "U-uh- Just a monster running into one of the frames… it scared me, is all." You decided now was a good time to note how much Blooky's voice seemed to trail off. "Oh, is that it?" Mettaton said, stopping a couple meters away. "..mhm!" "Oh, that's good. " Mettaton said with a slight laugh. "Don't scare me like that, darling." "Sorry, Mettaton-" "It's fine, Blooky." There were a couple moments of silence afterward. The robots stared at eachother with- well, definitely not the amount of tension you'd expect to see from the war-obsessed monsters down here. But there was definitely a bit of tension. … Wait, how do robots even show emotion? "Blooky, are you sure everything's alright? You look… oddly stressed still." Mettaton asked out of the blue, making you jump slightly. "Oh, uh.. it's just residual stress from the jumpscare." Blooky said. Mettaton sighed. "Blooky, please. We've known eachother for years, and I can tell when something's wrong. It's alright if you don't want to tell me, but, if you can- please?" Blooky was silent. The two were back to staring at eachother. You peeked your head out from behind Blooky's legs a tad further to try and see Mettaton better. He spotted you. The robot's body went rigid, and in what felt like less than a second, his arms extended over to grab Blooky and pull them over. You and Blooky both yelped. "W-wait, Mettaton-" Blooky tried to say, but Mettaton deposited them behind him and turned back to you. The look on his face made you feel like you were about to reach the end of your journey down here. "You." Mettaton said with the most terrifying tone you've ever heard come out of someone who sounded- well, like THAT. "You were trying to ambush my cousin, weren't you." You recovered enough sense to say, "N-no, I wasn't! I don't-" "Oh, quit lying, human. I know what your kind does!" Mettaton yelled. "Mettaton-" Blooky tried to grab their friend's shoulder pad thing, but he shook them off. "I'm surprised you haven't already died yet, human, but I suppose I can take care of that."

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