uriahcantdraw · 1 year ago
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WHO THE FUCK
GOING TO KILL SOMEONE
HOW DARE THEY
(I’m not mad but noooo my staaaate!)
LMAO we call this anon rage everybody *points at caged anon* there there ill give you cookies to make up for it
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senseichaos · 9 months ago
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Howdy howdy! I ADORED "You Can't Run. Hell. You Can't Even Hide" The balance between absolute fear, dizzy hypnotic confusion, and wide eyed admiration that the reader character holds for Vox is immaculate! Also them calling him Mister Vox is just Chef's kiss (it is WAY too hard to find xReader fics or even just fics in general where the honorific is Mister (C/N) and I love every one I find). The clothing change moment was probably my favorite, I'll always be a sucker for the representation of being broken and rebuilt in someone's image combined with the gift of pretty clothes. I keep going back to reread the whole story.
I know it's a oneshot, but since your requests are open, I figured I'd shoot my shot and ask if you would make a part two where Mister Vox just wrecks us, preferably sexually. We did leave off on him finding us trying to run away, do we not deserve to be punished for such an offense after all he's done for us? I also would love to see if/how much Vox has to push us to slowly become happy to be his, if that's something he wants (I could imagine having a rowdy unwilling runaway as his possession would get frustrating after awhile and be terrible for his image). There's honestly so much potential for what could happen next, and even though I could stew in my imagination, I would very much love to be at the mercy of your interpretation of the funky TV man a little longer.
That said, take your time, I know you've gotten a huge influx of Hazbin requests, hell I wouldn't be surprised if someone else already requested something similar to what I requested. I also understand if you can't/don't want to fulfill this request for any reason, that's what makes it a request. No matter what, you're an amazing writer and I hope you have a wonderful day!
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AAAAAAH!! I love you sm! When I saw this request I knew I had to do it at some point! I'm giving you the name 💙 anon from now on so if you request again I know it's you!
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Forever and always
(part 2 to: You can't run. Hell, you can't hide either)
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Summary: After that day you attempted to escape from Vox, you had become somewhat accustomed to this new life you are forced to be living. Or you were until Vox gives you your first day off, causing you to find something out that would change how you live forever.
Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror (?)
Warnings: Non-Con, Yandere behavior, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Masochism, Electric shocks, Mind control, Drugging, Love potion, Vox is an asshole, Hurtful language, forced, gilded cage, soul contracts, unprotected sex (DONT), Vox owns reader, dacryphilia, let me know if I missed any!!
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That day you attempted to escape from your gilded cage you wished to escape again, though vox had managed to continue his control. Even when he tugged you back by your electric leash you felt that horrid sinking feeling. This was it. For the rest of eternity as you know it Vox has you. He owns you, your soul, your body, your life; or well, lack thereof. You couldn't run from him no matter what you did, he practically controls the pride ring, keeping you tethered there like a puppy on a leash is simple to him. He has eyes everywhere. You cannot hide anywhere.
Recently Mister Vox has become a lot more... Touchy. Those fleeting touches of his fingers against your back, poking against your chin, pressing into your neck, swiping against your bottom, touching against your bosom. There is an odd burning feeling to it, you don't want to enjoy Mister Vox touching you in such ways, you don't want to enjoy it when he sucks his teeth at you or licks his tongue against his gums. But you do. You can't quench that desire. Especially when he'd moved you into his room from your apartment building. He hadn't made you share a bed with him, thank Lucifer, but he had made you sleep near enough to him that you can tell when he's.. pleasuring himself. Almost as if he wants you to hear him.
You and Mister Vox have never been better, besides from such hurdles. You stay obedient no matter how badly you wish to escape his arms. To cut all of his tight bounds on your body and run away. You'd figure out how, one day, you would.
"Good morning my dear! Did you have a gratifying sleep?" This is how most mornings go, Mister Vox will wake you with a poke if your side and a coffee in hand, already fully dressed and done up. You've always considered yourself a light sleeper, so you never know how he manages to make you a coffee every morning without so much as stirring you awake. You smile, nodding softly as you pry your eyes from his two dimensional face.
"Thank you Mister Vox, uhm.. did you have a good sleep as well?" You ask, taking a sip of the perfectly made coffee. Vox smiles, nodding as he takes a seat on the side of your bed.
"Of course, my dear. So, I know you have been working very hard recently... So I've decided to give you the day off!" Mister Vox declares, outstretching his hands as he gives you a manic smile. A day off? Why? This has to be a test. he's just going to leave you.. alone? For a whole day? This has to be fake, a joke, a flook.
"Oh my dear don't look so surprised! You've been a very good girl recently so I thought you deserved a day off," Mister Vox pauses, looking up at the roof for a second before peering back at you. "Now don't think this means we don't have rules, you are to stay in here for the day. If you want to go shopping I have to accompany you, alright? But I do have an appointment in an hour so it won't be for long,"
"Remember, I have eyes everywhere.."
You laugh awkwardly, shrinking into your own figure.
"I know Mister Vox.. I wouldn't forget," You can't stop that sorrow from entering your voice, but quickly you put on that mask of a smile once again. Mister Vox clasps his hands together, that red dripping from his maw again. "Great! Now I'll see you soon, be a good girl for me, hm?" He says, ruffling your hair atop your head with a condescending gaze.
"Yes Mister Vox," you reply simply, watching as he disappears in Into a blue line of electricity, shooting into the camera.
Fuck. Now what?
You can't remember the last time you were given this type of freedom, even if it wasn't a lot of freedom. Often you were tethered to Vox's side. Everyone in the building knows that you belong to Vox. Everyone outside of the building probably knows this, too.
There's this odd feeling in your stomach, this odd feeling as if you were floating. It happened every time you drank your morning coffee, but you'd always assumed it was just that feeling of awakening from slumber. But today, oh today it is stronger than ever before. It's as if you can feel every nerve in your body be rewired, every single hair on your body stand on end. Every sensation is doubled.
What the fuck was in this coffee? What is this euphoria? What is this yearning.. this yearning for Vox? You suddenly wish he was here, with you, holding you, calling you his good girl.. m
Shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you stand from your bed, fixing the large blue shirt you wear (that vox often asks you to wear when you sleep) as you walk to the kitchen.
The kitchen in Mister Vox's room is a large area just off to the side of his desk space, lined with many kitchen appliances and red cabinets. You are determined to figure out what he's putting in your coffee, what's making you feel so emotional. Needy. Awful. You scan the room, finding the coffee machine in the corner of the room with a couple bags next to it. Coffee, sugar, creamer... Nothing suspicious yet, it seems. Crouching down, you look open the cabinets beneath the coffee machine. Looking through the half full area.
Then you saw it, a small vial hidden behind a spare bag of creamer labeled 'Valentino and Velvette: Love potion'.
Terror shoots through you, causing you to drop the vial to the floor. It shatters everywhere, leaving the pink liquid to seep into the tiles below. He's drugging you. All this time, you feeling this want for him, burning at his touch, listening to him as he jerks himself off late at night. You wanting him to do things to you. It's all part of his plan to make you his, completely. To make you want to be his.
Burning tears fall down your cheeks, humoring you as you stand on shaky legs from the tile. What do you do? Now more than ever you want an out, a loophole, a way to take your soul back from his greedy claws. Anxiety, terror, hurt, worry, pain.
You want to prevent yourself from doing anything drastic, you really do. But all you can feel is this pain, this pain as you run on your feet to the balcony door. Trying your hardest to pry open the doors as they rattle loudly, shaking them, pulling them, pushing them. This evil man can't keep you here for any longer. You'd do anything to leave, ruin yourself for him, do something awful, make yourself less attractive to him.
Nausea. Headache. Your knees buckle as an electric blue overtakes your vision. What is this? You can't breathe, Vox. Vox. Help. Your head clouds, words fill your brain and you feel yourself being wrapped up by sharp claws. You can't scream. Help me. Please.
"You really think it's that easy?" Mister Vox.
"I can't believe I trusted you alone, even for a minute. After all I've done for you, as well. After I gave you a life some would dream for. Stupid girl." He sounds mad, horridly mad. Regretful. Throbbing takes over your body as sound waves film your ears. You can feel him lift you into his arms, placing you down onto a soft surface harshly.
"How am I supposed to make you understand this? You're mine,"
Your vision slowly comes back, until all you can see is him as he stares at you from above. His eyes are dark, domineering, needing. He's ready to take. What is he doing? All you can feel is his claw as it travels up your middle, between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the middle of your neck.
"Now, my dear? Are you going to let me teach you a lesson? For being such a brat?" You gasp, feeling his hand as it circles around your neck, effectively taking some air from your lungs. You shake your head, attempting to move your heavy legs from him with wet teary eyes.
"Nonono! Get off, please, get off!" You cry, writhing in his grasp. He sighs, rolling his eyes as he clicks his fingers. Suddenly a pulse of electricity goes through you, causing a shock to blur your eyes and pull a scream from you.
"Every time you try anything I'm shocking you, Dove. Don't try to escape from me, it's not going to work," he grins, laughing at your frightened teary eyes. "I can do whatever I want to you, my dear! I fucking own you!!" He growls, using his hand that isn't around your neck to push your thighs to your chest, revealing your bare pussy from beneath your oversized shirt.
"No please.. I'll do anything..?"
"Oh I'm sorry dear, but this is what I want more than anything right now.. maybe you should have thought of this before making such a racket and alerting everyone in the building, hm?" He says, dragging his clawed finger through your building wetness. He finally takes his hand from your neck, instead using it to keep your thighs in place as he pinches your clit between his sharp claws.
"Ah! Mister Vox.. hurts..!" You wail, wiping your tears from your eyes as he continues to abuse your sensitive bud between his fingers. He chuckles looking up at you as you gasp in pain.
"Hah! Wail all you want, dear, no one can save you." Vox guffaws, finally taking his claws from your clit. Only to plunge them into your aching hole without warning. You moan out, feeling the sharpness of them inside of you as he curls his fingers into your g-spot.
Mister Vox revels in your wails of pain and pleasure, fucking you with his clawed fingers harsh and fast. His claws are surely are scratching you from the Inside, he can tell by the way your hands tremble and clasp over your lips.
You can't help but feel good. This masochism of yours that forces it's way into you. Every scratch of his fingers inside of you just makes you want to cum. You can't give him that satisfaction, you can't let him know that you are enjoying every second of his claws thrusting inside of you. This is awful. You hate it. You hate that you love it.
"Is my little dove enjoying this? Awe.. to scared to admit you fucking love this?" Vox laughs sadistically, giving you an extremely harsh thrust of his fingers into your g-spot. You squeal, vision going white for a moment as his fingers go at this manic speed. You feel your orgasm build, wishing to break through the walls and release. But you can't let it, you won't let him have that. You'll never let him have that feeling knowing he's won.
"If you don't cum I'll fucking ruin you, dove."
You gasp and choke on saliva, clawing on the bedsheets below as he forces you to orgasm. There's no getting out. He knows that you are trying not to cum. And he won't let it happen.
"Yes.. Mister Vox.." you say softly, hole clenching around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Vox makes sure to drag it out, giving you slow rhythmic thrusts of his fingers to watch your body contract and writhe with pleasure.
"Good dove, listening to commands for me," He says softly, stroking the side of your cheek as he kneels between your legs. You want to pull away, but once again that burning and yearning feeling fills you. That stupid potion had an effect, and you can tell. From the way you feel a dizzy want when he looks at you to the wetness that continues to build between your thighs.
"Now, I'm going to fuck you so hard.." He laughs so himself, smiling crazily as he presses his hand to his face. "I'm gonna fuck you SO FUCKING hard, you won't even remember who I am anymore! How does that sound, my little slut?" Your lower lip wobbles as more tears threaten to fall from your eyes.
"Awful.." you whisper.
Another strong electric shock goes through you, causing you to scream out Mister Vox's name in pain as your body is left shaking and aching.
From the corner of your eye, you see Vox unzipping his fly.
"Wrong answer! Haha! Wrong fucking answer stupid slut," He growls, pressing the tip of his cock to your hole without a care. There something wrong with him, he's acting more crazy than ever before. He's getting off on your fear, getting off on your pain, getting off on knowing you can't do anything but be his.
With a loud slap, Vox sinks his entire length into you. You scream, clutching onto the bedsheets for dear life as he looms over you. He doesn't even give you a moment to let you rest, immediately setting a ruthless pace with his hips into yours. Every thrust causes your vision to go spotty with the pure force he drives his hips with, groaning with every thrust as he stares completely into your face as it scrunches in a pleasurable pain.
"S'too much! M-Mister vox It hurts!" You cry, reaching out to press your hands against his shoulders, clawing into his coat. You don't even care anymore, you want at least a small bit of comfort from these strong unforgiving thrusts. Vox chuckles at this, leaning down closer so he can capture your lips in a (forced) yet passionate kiss.
His long electric blue tongue immediately finds its way into your gob, passionately fornicating it against your own as his thrusts send you into a sort of floaty state. Vox maps the entirety of your mouth, tasting every crevice of you from your lips to the back of your throat. He thrusts almost ravenously like a dog, tip of his cock sometimes painfully pressing against your cervix.
Pulling away, Mister Vox looks Into your eyes, revelling in the way you claw at his back. You whimper and moan loudly, eyes fluttering closed as a tear falls down your cheek. He kisses it away, looking up at your closed eyes with a grin.
"Open your eyes, dove. Look at me while I fuck you." You cry out, opening your eyes for him so you can see him look at you with pleasure.
"Y-yes Mister- Ah! Vox.."
He chuckles, thrusting into you extremely hard. You can see the bulge of his cock in your stomach, poking against your skin in such a way you almost want to touch it.
"I'd fucking breed you if I could, fill your filthy cunt with all my little babies so then you can't even dream of leaving.. but I can imagine," Vox rambles, taking your cheek into his hand so he can look at you longingly- and almost affectionately. If it weren't for the position you're in you'd almost be enjoying this moment.
"Mister Vox!" You cry, back arching as your orgasm begins to prod at your stomach.
"Hm?" He asks, grunting as he thrusts into you.
"Can I cum? Please! Please please please.." You beg, legs quivering wildly. Vox chuckles, giving you an adoring look as you bite your lower lip.
"Awe look at you! Asking Mister Vox to cum and everything.." Vox begins, biting his lip as you sputter on a moan. "Of course you can, dove. Let go so I can fuck my cum into you.."
You scream his name when you cum, digging your nails so hard into his back you're sure his coat has tears in it.
You'd given up. Well and truly. You wouldn't admit it. But you've finally accepted it. You belong to Mister Vox. Forever and always.
Forever and Always.
Vox gives you one last thrust, emptying his cum into you with a moan from his own lips. Eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, Vox drags out his orgasm by serving you a few more small quick thrusts, making sure every last drop is inside of you.
But when he has, he doesn't pull out.
"Mister Vox.. pull out.." you whimper, wiggling your hips against him.
"Haha! As if. I said i'd fuck my cum into you, didn't I? I haven't done that yet.. okay?" He asks, stroking a hand through your hair.
"Yes Mister Vox."
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skeletoninthemelonland · 11 months ago
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Man Fnaf changed our perception of rabbits i think
Other fandoms scream at a robot, alien or something different while we will see a rabbit and just absolutely lose it
Rabbits overall are just cute n have good symbolism (prosperity and fertility) and the only thing that ends dead is them because they break their backs when you hold them and they wiggle too much.. Give it to Scott for choosing the most non threatening animal and just like twisting our psyche
Rabbits
absolutely!!!
i think this also has something to do with that saying "not everything is what it seems" and apparently many mascot horror games devs developed their stories with that concept in mind.
i've seen somewhere that rabbits symbolize "madness" but i can't recall where i saw it (it was a video analysis about a movie that started with rabbits in cages though).
anyway that's a good thought anon, thanks for sharing it with us. praying for more asks like these bc they're genuinely nice to read
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Petals : Otona Blue
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Yandere Kang Yeosang x fem reader
a/n: anon, i accidentally deleted your request so i hope you find this ! "I would love to hear the backstory of why Yeosang calls her petal. I know it's because she played the love me/love me not game but can we see the whole scene??" yes, yes you can. i will take every change to write for these two. thsi took forever but i love it
"He loves me."
✫彡wordcount: 1.3k
♡´・ᴗ・`♡(ಡ‸ಡ)genre: yandere, hurt&comfort
ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: NOT EDITED, overarching yandere behavior, age gap(19-23) (technically not together yet), small injuries, emotional manipulation, breaking & entering, destruction of property
Otona Blue tags: @thatswhywerefever @babiestarrcandy
main story: read it here! this takes place during that story and fills some time-void
MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI
He sits next to you slowly.
The hot summer breeze does little to comfort the stinging of your bleeding knees. You sit quietly and graze your hand over the freshly cut grass, looking up at the clouds with tear-blurred vision. Your jaw hurting to much to greet him.
His presence was welcome, comforting. Even as you were basked in silence and a tense aura.
He swivels sideways and sits cross-legged on the pavement next to you, his bag in his lap. He digs through it, pulling out a small first-aid kit.
You glance down at it and almost laugh. "You carry that around all the time?" Your voice is hoarse and raw, small from the way you keep your jaw clenched.
"Never know," he offers with a small smile, ripping open an alcohol wipe. He scoots forward and slowly inches his way to the wound. You push back his hair out of his eyes when the wind knocks it around.
You hiss as it comes in contact. Fingers wrapped around his wrist tightly, you give him the best puppy dog eyes you can manage. "We need to clean it. You get an infection." He pouts, holding it still flat against your knee as you stomp, grinding your teeth.
"It burns," you cry as his hand warms up the injury. You are tired beyond belief from the day you've had and the last pinch of pain is sending you spiraling.
"That just means it's working."
"Don't talk to me like a child!"
Both of you are taken back by your outburst, even more so by the way that you physically shove his hand away. You watch in pure horror as his face drops from the comforting, gentle Yeo that you know and are coming to love... into that distant and scary man that keeps all the bad things away. Only now, that scary face is directed to you. "Yeosan-"
     He shoves the kit back in his bag and stands in a hurry, not sparing a single glance as he turns. You, in such a hurry, scarcely notice how he slows down at the sound of your wincing and give your time to catch up.
    He keeps up the act as you snatch onto his backpack and try to slowly him down. "Yeosang, please! I'm sorry, it just hurt and I didn't mean to sh-"
     He grabs your wrists as you come infront of him, pulling them close to his chest as he looks down at you. "You clearly don't want my help anymore, that's what I'm seeing. First, you let those bitches jump you. Then, you refuse my help. I don't kno-"
     "Please, don't go." You sob, fisting his shirt where he cages your hands. "I- I'll let you clean them, I won't shove you again. I didn't mean to, just don't go."
    He tuts his tongue, looking around at the attention your outburst is causing. Students all around the courtyard are throwing glances your way. And that doesn't bode well for what he has planned later tonight. He needs to stay under the radar.
     "Fine. Stop crying," he says shortly, keeping up his fake anger long enough to make your heart hurt. Then, in the blink of an eye, he's back to being your Yeosang. He cups your face gently, avoiding your bruising jaw. He smiles as he thumbs away the tears he's caused. "Let's go get cleaned up somewhere else."
    He lifts you up to the tall cement flower bed and sets you down slowly. "Here," he hands over his sweater and sets it over your lap to cover your skirt before he squats down.
    You busy your hand with the stem of a Butterfly Weed. Your tears have dried up on the short walk to the campus' greenhouse, but your heart still stings- as do your knees as he cautiously wipes up the dried blood and swipes over the cuts.
     You snap the stem and bring it to your lap as you bite back the painful whimpers. You pick at the flower and think in your mind. He loves me. You toss it away and pluck another. He loves me not.
     You continue on the full flower until he places a large bandage on either of your knees and takes it slowly. "What are you doing? Picking petals?"
"Yeah," you shrug. He chuckles, plucking one off the still full stem. "It's supposed to be like... a fate thing. You back and forth between to options and the last petal is supposed to tell you which is true, or which is better. Does that make sense?"
"Seems silly, but it makes sense." He hands it over and asks, "what are you asking them?" He smirks at the way you pause. He knows the main purpose of this little fortune telling game.
"If I should attack Un Ji with a sock of frozen butter." That's the first thing that comes to your mind, and you laugh at your own brain. He busts out giggling, covering his face as he bends down in laughter. He holds onto your sneaker with his other hand, balancing himself as you both laugh loudly. "What?" You gasp between chuckles, holding the edge of the cement.
       "I did not expect that from you."
"What? You're saying your not down?" You ask sarcastically. Of course you would never attack someone, let alone with a sock full of frozen butter. But Yeosang would. And you've got him all fired up for his plan.
He brushes it off with a small laugh, "pick up those petals, Petal."
You flush at the nickname, brushing the petals off his jacket and standing carefully. "You gonna drive me home?"
"Don't I always?"
    You step out onto the porch. Feet padded only by socks as you venture onto the dewy grass in your pajamas.
    He slides out of his car. Boots tapping on the concrete road as he sneaks closer to the silent house.
   It's dark out.
  You never got to finish your game.
   He needs to get revenge.
   It's chilly.
   He acts so strangely towards you. Does he even care for you like he says he does?
   You're so precious to him. That bitch Un Ji should pay for how she's hurt you.
  The leaves rustle in the trees all around.
   You turn into your small garden just below your window. You pluck up a dying Azalea.
  He slips into the back door. He knows nobody is home, but he's still stealthy.
The moon watches over you from both sides of town.
Yours hands shake lightly as you begin.
His hands are steady as he carries the tied up sock.
It tries to tell you stories of lovers just like you.
The petal floats to the dirt.
The rock solid weapon smashes into the picture frames on the wall.
It tries, but it has no words that reach you.
Another, lands on your foot. You giggle and kick it away.
He brings it down onto the coffee table and breaks it in half. He screams.
It has so many warnings that fall onto deaf ears of its love-struck children.
"He loves me."
"Bitch!"
It tells you that Yeosang is dangerous.
You twist it off and blow it from your fingertips.
He swings his arm back and lets the makeshift weapon collide with the large television.
It tells him that his love is festering.
The second to last petal.
He kicks open the bathroom door.
It tries.
You place it between your index and thumb.
He holds the lipstick he finds between his index and thumb.
It really does.
The last petal is left alone on the stem.
He scribbles profanities on the mirror.
But alas...
"He loves me."
"Anything for you, Petal..."
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a-deed-without-a-name · 1 year ago
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Get Ready for...Deed's 🎃 Extra-Spooky, Super-Kinky Halloween Extravaganza! 🎃
Am I overhyping this? Oh hell yeah.
Does anybody besides me care what I do? Probably not.
ANYWAY.
Here we are, in the very best month of the entire year, and there are four, count 'em, FOUR weekends to take advantage of, something I'm working my ass off to do.
Things to look forward to:
👻 One dark-themed kink fic posted every Saturday for the first three weekends of the month (hopefully)
👻 Two fics posted on the last weekend of the month (not featuring my usual kinks, the real horror is feelings)
👻 Nothing on Halloween proper because it's on a Tuesday (ew)
👻 A healthy mix of Supernatural and Hannibal content (skewing towards Hannibal because why not)
Questions? Concerns? Me, too. But you can direct yours to my ask box - anons are turned back on. 😉
Happy Cocktober Spooky Season, everybody!
AO3 links to Extravaganza stories:
In the Body of the Lion - insect!AU Hannigram. Weight gain/stuffing kink
The Red Queen Hypothesis - dark Wincest, alternate S4. Weight gain/stuffing kink
Form So Soft, Charms So Rare - Hannigram. Weight gain/stuffing and cannibalism play kinks
The Vacuum of My Heart - Samifer in the Cage. Living latex kink (kind of), body horror, identity loss and mind-breaking
We Are Now Among the Ruins - Hannigram. Post-fall. Paralysis, cannibalism, and angst, oh my!
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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 6 months ago
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I saw your tags on a post about becoming the mc in one of your novels. Gothic, where the character is more monster than damsel and i am 👀
Would you be willing to talk about it? The story, the character, anything?
(for those of you who did not see my tags on the post anon is referencing, the post prompt was basically 'you are now the main character of your most recent WIP' and my tags were: #technically I think this would put me as the MC of my novel#in a gothic mansion that houses a monstrous lord said to steal people’s souls#in a village the inhabitants view as a cage#after faking my death to escape an abusive arranged marriage#discovering that I am more monster than damsel)
so i talked about it briefly when i ran this poll a while ago asking which one of these two novels you'd all like to see first. it is the one that won, the gothic found family: Of Beasts and Wretched Things (working title). feel free to click through to the poll if you want to see what the results were, what the other option was, and what people's initial reactions were!
Of Beasts and Wretched Things is an inverted 'Beauty and the Beast' coming of age story that wrestles with the monstrosities of girlhood and the inherent horror of self-creation.
When the Lord of Crosswell Estate plans to wed his niece to a brutish lord to save his wealth, she runs away and stumbles upon Illthern, a forgotten trading village under the control of the monstrous Theodoric Gaut, whom she deceives in order to gain his protection from her wrathful uncle; but when she finds herself face to face with Lord Gaut, who is not what the stories would have her believe, she must wrestle with the monstrosity of her own making before he discovers that his supposed long-lost relative is not what she claims to be.
(More under the cut bc wow I...got a bit carried away.)
working on this project has helped me work through some of the trauma i have around my own relationship to femininity and womanhood. the MC struggles with the legacy of abuse inflicted by her blood relatives and what it means to be the person they tried to make her into. the inherent fear of things labeled 'monster' and the consequential fear of being monstrous is a predominant theme, as well as questions of how many of the monsters are things we make ourselves.
what really drew me to the gothic genre was the emotional weight i wanted to give these characters and this world; so often in gothic works it is the characters' own emotional turmoil that drives the plot and shapes the setting, you are the ghost haunting the house even though you still draw breath, etc. even in this real world, there are these weights of what society things a woman should be, the pressures of girlhood especially during adolescence, and these weird half-mourning periods of killing the person you used to be. i think because i wanted these characters to be steeped in the emotions they have about their situations in life and themselves, i found myself drawn to gothic conventions just because it fit so well with what i wanted to explore
with regards to the characters themselves, and particularly the MC, i really wanted them to feel like they were driving the story. the MC has the brilliant and terrible certainty that I know at least I had when I was a teenager. Theodoric is very similar to most characters you'd expect to see in a gothic setting: ominous, more than a bit sinister or mysterious, yet I wanted it to feel like he was always hiding a bleeding heart just under his coat. did i mean to make him autistic? no, but when I was proofreading i was like whoa yeah this man has the spicy brain. i'm a sucker for monstrous things that treat others with tenderness first, what can i say. i don't want to talk too much about any other characters just yet, I don't want to spoil anything :)
WIP-wise, I'm in the midst of getting the manuscript ready to submit to agencies and publishing houses. it's funny, as i'm doing the research to see what that entails, the other story seems to be way easier to market. who knows, maybe i'll self publish OB&WT the way I did Tales from Thicketdown Forest and then go the traditional route for the other one. we'll find out, i guess.
i did sort of know this was going to get long but jfc i went way harder with my prose here than i thought i was going to. uh, hope this answers your question????
Tl:dr; gothic found family h/c, heavy on the comfort, with tender monsters and monstrous girls :)
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fangirlofallthefanthings · 2 months ago
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I'm begging you to elaborate on Jesus' parakeet because wtf?
(I have a feeling I know who you are dear anon, but I will not say; so instead I will apologize for the late reply; I was asleep)
Ok so. To answer this question, I have to tell you how I came across this information in the first place cus it’s freaking wild. basically there’s this new horror movie that came out a little while ago called Longlegs. It’s about an FBI agent tracking down a serial killer and there are supernatural happenings going on with the killer. Nick Cage plays the killer. It’s pretty cool. But adding onto this Vet, there is an ARG connected to the movie where you have to find out more information about the killer. Part of that is learning about the killer’s previous victims before the plot of the movie. Through the ARG we find that the killer wants to be a witch, and to do that they have to defile religion. Catholicism in particular. So he kills people with names related to religious figures and on religious days in the Catholic Church, and all of this takes place in Oregon. One of these cases the family had a pet parakeet and other pets, but only the parakeet was murdered along side the family because Jesus had a pet parakeet.
With that weird bit of information I decided to look into it. There’s no true evidence of this happening, but it’s not out of the realm of possibility to be a different bird. There is that one story the Church doesn’t use where Jesus revives a bird as a child, but that’s the most scripture evidence I could find. Parakeets are from Australia, but Jesus is often depicted with doves and had released birds from cages when he got mad about people selling things in the temple.
So maybe not a pet parakeet specifically, but birds very likely could have followed him around.
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artistfingers · 2 years ago
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What was the biggest inspo for things that bleed?
Oh, anon. I am so glad you asked.
Hands down, our first and biggest inspiration was the fic series Of Madness and Mammals by Brairwitched. Specifically, we cite the fic Dysthymia in the first chapter of Things That Bleed.
Mammals is the very fic series I'd landed on after my AR novel reread—back when it was still updating, mind you!—and I was pretty much losing my mind just rattling the bars of my cage all alone. It was very, very much Mammals that gave me the setting and framework for my initial TTB proposal: that Alex, while on the run with Yassen someplace through the US, should run into SCP!Danny.
So I inflicted it upon Kei and Kkachi. They actually both read Mammals before any canon AR content, so a lot of our early TTB brainstorming referenced Mammals before we overhauled it and took a closer look at the books themselves, as well as the Alex Rider show. (...and then decided we have selective hearing and did our own thing HJKAGSD)
I asked Kei and Kkachi if they wanted to pitch in on answering this ask, so here's a little more from them!
@dp-belongs-in-a-hoodie said:
This fic was also inspired by Shadow of a Doubt! The whole "Danny on the run from a dark and traumatic past, helped out by unlikely strangers" is a genre that I honestly can't get enough of. The secrets!!!! A boy clearly haunted and rough around the edges but still gentle and kind. What's not to love??
We were also "inspired" I guess you could say, by my own fic Something's Wrong With Danny Fenton! At least in the sense that we used many of my hcs that I established for it! It gave us a really good jumping off point for pushing Danny even further into the the horror territory needed for a fic like this that crosses over into the SCP!verse.
@kkachis said:
devil and the deep blue sea inspired some of the more granular and darker elements in the alex rider part of TTB! some parts and characters of TTB are heavily influenced by the tone, manipulative strategies, and political machinations that you can observe in DatDBS. we won't claim to be as good as pongnosis at manipulating those threads, nor will an endgame like DatDBS be our end goal, but as the story develops and as we uncover more of alex's past, you'll be able to see more of its influence seeping through.
Thank you for reading and asking, anon! (o゜▽゜)o☆
for anyone who's curious, you can find TTB over on Ao3 and @thingsthatbleedfic 🖤
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kedreeva · 2 years ago
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Same anon who asked about the max for an enclosure here - To answer where I heard it: Uh... Reddit. Sometimes they seem to have good advice but I've heard some other advice that I know sucks so That said, I'm not an owner yet but I'm making plans to become one, and I was actually hoping to get mice from you when I am because I'm in the state. I ordered a 90 gallon tank and it hasn't arrived yet, but I'm also spending over 400$ on hides, toys, and other stuff. (Honestly I might end up spending even more, but I'm waiting until it gets here to see what kinds of things I want to prioritize to fill up more space.) Would you say a big enclosure is inherently bad if the space is utilized properly? I absolutely agree that a big enclosure without enough hides/cover would be far more stressful than a small one with more cover, but I fully intend on going the extra mile and Making It Cluttered Enough even if I have to spend an obscene amount of money on it. (Not to say I haven't already bc. I imagine a lot of people don't spend that much on toys/hides/etc)
I can't fathom the amount of mice that would have to go into a 90g aquarium to make it not stress the mice out. 50+ at least. And the biggest problem is that you would need to literally stack hides upon hides upon hides, and that inherently means that you would lose all airflow, and that's bad. The stink will be tremendous because it can't dry out properly, not to mention the ammonia buildup in the lower levels and the possibility of mold where air isn't moving enough (and when you start blowing air the mice Do Not Like That, at work a lot of the mice would shove things into the air vents to try to stop it). And that's not even really touching on the idea that it's very difficult for you to make sure you're health checking every mouse routinely; can you tell all 50 apart at a glance? Can you check them for health issues well enough? Will you have to disassemble the entire setup to do so appropriately? How do you know if one is sick at the bottom or just didn't come out today because they were asleep?
Honestly, aquariums aren't ideal past the small like 10g or a 20 longs, really. The ONLY reason I'm using a 30g is because it was already in the room and I have a single-morph colony project that's all on the same F generation.
It's also not really about the money spent, the mice 100% prefer garbage cardboard they can chew up to any store bought hide I've ever put in with them. If you give them a choice between plastic, ceramic, wooden, and cardboard, you will almost certainly find them all crammed into the cardboard, MAYBE the wooden, but the problem with wooden equipment is that it's really difficult to sanitize and it can hold stink and bacteria and parasites even through being washed. Think like... You wouldn't use a wooden cutting board for meat, because you can't really clean it properly to ensure food safety? Same thing with wooden hides and gear for mice. It's also about the health of the mice due to airflow and ammonia. It's about the stress of having that much open space unless there's a lot, a LOT, of mice and tight spaces built into it. Even with aquarium fans to help move air, I'm not sure you'd be able to keep it dry enough.
There are a lot of animals where bigger enclosures are better... Mice are not on that list. Ideal caging is a 20g long or a storage tote that's been modded with hardware cloth on the sides to provide airflow. Lab bins are actually really comfortable for them because they're usually small and opaque and feel like a secure place. Wire cages can be 'okay' but again, those kind of have too much airflow such that even though it's enclosed to YOUR perception, it still FEELS like an open space to them because they have terrible eyesight and just feel a bunch of moving air and Sounds.
Reddit... Is a bad place for animal advice usually. I don't go there, but I get sent stuff from there. I see horror stories. I see I'll advised attempts at "bioactive" setups for mice (please... never do this to them, they create too much waste,eat the cleaning crew and all the plants, and can pick up parasites). I see people saying you need a 40g minimum for a single male (please... I'm ill just thinking about anyone doing this to Him). I don't know who is giving them these ideas but I would like to arrange a meeting behind the Denny's. I just want to talk.
I'm very very very sorry that someone convinced you a 90g for mice would be a good idea. I absolutely cannot recommend it no matter how much stuff you put in it. You might be able to figure out a way to make it safe and healthy, with airflow and no chance of mold etc, but I just... there are so many better and easier ways to have a bunch of happy mice. Even if you want 50+ mice, having a shelving unit with bins or something is still going to be healthier for them than 1 huge enclosure; not because they don't love a big colony group, but because human limitations on maintenance of that kind of setup. Like if you maybe got a 50g Lowboy with a custom lid setup, you could have a workable 50g setup like I did for my rats, because you'd have airflow and for space easily. Idk man. You can always try it but up front I don't expect you will like it in practice, and it would be really difficult to maintain it safely enough for them.
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uriahcantdraw · 1 year ago
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I don’t want your shitty cookies, I want to bathe in the blood of innocents.
(Your cookies probably are good, unfortunately I’m going to be a bitch for as long as I’m caged and maybe a little after.)
how about a bagel?
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antigonewinchester · 1 year ago
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hiya, since you said you were watching You... what do you think of it? i'm a big fan of the books, but haven't seen the show. not sure i trust them to adapt it with any kind of nuance, but i was intrigued to see that sera is involved. how is it?
Thanks for asking anon! :)
You're the opposite of me, in that I've only seen the show (just finished season 1; I'm a slow watcher) and never read the books. I found S1 to be pretty good overall, with a few minor quibbles.
I'm fond of stories picking apart The Ideals of Romance, so Gamble describing S1 as needing to be both a love and a horror story in every scene rang true. It's a cliche but a ton of romantic tropes are, if taken more realistically, pretty creepy, and I'm right there with the show in terms of noble fairy-tale princes hiding secret horrors underneath. The use of voice-over for what Joe says versus what he was actually thinks worked very well, could've been cheesy but it's not. Joe's voice is very strong thru the whole season. The show walks a tough line with Joe as the main character, because he's such an unreliable narrator, but imo they did a great job. In the last ep, Beck screams at Joe and calls him a sociopath but, at least in S1, he really didn't read that way to me; it's much more than Joe's understanding of love and what love means is very very messed up. He's an incredibly self-deluding character with very warped perceptions, so while I never bought into his charm, he and that dissonance remained compelling to me throughout the show, who Joe thinks he is vs. what he actually does (and then how much he judges other people too, like he's so much better). It's also his humor, and the show's humor, that's the final ingredient, I think. The show can be quite funny! Then quite horrifying, and sometimes funnily horrifying. The writing uses bathos particularly well, which is a form of humor I don't always like (thanks Marvel movies...) but the undercutting of Joe's obsessions or idealizations or the romantic moments really works. Overall, its balancing of tones from lighthearted to horrifying to funny is quite deft, and I enjoyed its range.
For what worked less well, I found some of the social media stuff a bit dated (altho Facebook stalking and all that was more relevant at the time). While I think the writing of the various female characters was better than what I've seen of Gamble's past shows (particularly SPN), her bias towards male characters was definitely still at play. Say, it took me a bit to figure out what the writing was doing with Peach, but eventually Peach as Joe's female foil -- the woman who's secretly in love and obsessed with Beck, who will manipulate and gaslight her, and who's implied to also have grown up in an emotionally abusive and homophobic household -- worked... except it felt like it came pretty late in the season, and I would've liked more hints earlier on. Maybe it’s more obvious on rewatch, tho.
The other part is a bit tricky, because I'm still not quite sure how I feel about it. As far as I can tell, both of these elements are unique to the TV show: first, Mr. Mooney being physically abusive in raising Joe; and second, Claudia and her son Paco as Joe's neighbors and her boyfriend, Ron, being emotionally and physically abusive. Thru flashbacks over the season, we see Mooney abuse Joe, including locking him in the book cage as a kid and manipulating him into thinking he was doing it for Joe’s own good, out of love, and Joe then reenacting that hurt on later people, most obviously Beck: in the last ep, there's literally a match cut from Joe as a kid in the book cage to Beck as an adult. We also see Ron's abuse of Claudia and Paco thru the season, with Joe's care for Paco clearly connected to his own hurt and trauma, and ultimately leading up to Joe killing Ron to protect Paco. If, as I understand, none of this is in the books, I could see someone not liking these additions, or seeing them as a way to humanize Joe and make him more sympathetic in light his stalking, kidnapping, murder, etc.
In terms of Gamble as a creator, it was striking to see her return to such distinct ideas around men, masculinity, and violence -- she's talked about how she likes writing male characters because she can get into their heads and figure out what makes them tick, but it seems to me she's particularly interested in men who've been abused/traumatized (esp by fathers/father figures) and how they react to, and reenact, that violence. Do Gamble & her writers use nuance and thoughtfulness in dealing with abuse & its consequences? That's a tougher question to answer, and depends on the person watching, tbh. I've read some pretty harsh critiques of Gamble’s writing around this topic, and understand where it's coming from, but what makes me a little more generous with Gamble is how it feels she wants to understand, and that she's working through something in continually returning to these ideas in her work.
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thekrows-nest · 1 year ago
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Krowspiracy anon. Bruh. Why do you hurt me like this?
I don’t know! I’m a morbid gremlin and have to share the horrors? The imp of the perverse?
Really I just see some areas where equally strong values can come into conflict directly, and wonder just what would happen if the unstoppable force met the immovable object. Without any fudging what would crumple first?
It isn’t wanting it to happen! I’m fond of these characters and want them to be happy. It’s not even trying to rules lawyer or ‘win’ a scenario.
It’s more just intense hypothetical curiosity about exactly where the limits are and how each situation could play out if pushed to its logical extreme. Especially if somebody does something unexpected or something unusual happens. I’m mainly wondering if there could ever be different outcomes to the familiar ones that have been set out. (I knew immediate restraint and the cage would be the most likely result. But thought over some different responses Krow could have.)
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Mary comes from a large family. Large family.
Oh. Oh no. I had a theory but this is actually a bit worse than that.
The Krack theory just became much less likely - not impossible, but unlikely. I’d say what it was but bringing it up even to dismiss it could possibly spoiler part of someone else’s story.
But this is giving me thoughts about the situation. While I can’t read people well irl, the facts in text sometimes form a pattern if you have a key piece of information and know it could be relevant.
TW abuse
Mary may have been born into one of those very large fundamentalist families, like on 19 Kids And Counting, or something like the Quiverfull movement. Those environments are highly patriarchal and religious, highly restrictive in terms of behaviour and access to information/education.
Homeschooling can even be a thing (limiting information further, removing external oversight of what is happening at home, no legal protection like teachers as mandatory reporters, cutting off outside contacts, and allowing even less comparison on how other families live).
Regardless the sheer number of kids and the constant scrambling to meet their needs makes it very easy for all forms of abuse and neglect to occur and there are barriers to recognising it or reporting.
Hopefully that wasn’t the case. But unless Mary was the youngest child (and with that many kids, the odds of that go down) it’s very possible that she experienced an overlooked form of abuse called parentification.
(The chance of being parentified also goes up as - assuming she is cis - Mary was presumably raised as a girl. And traditionally AFAB children in that culture are moulded to grow into homemakers, wives and mothers.)
In these huge families the older children are expected to step in and actively help raise the younger children, and the responsibility is a lot more intense than normal babysitting. It’s extensive caregiving. Kids basically become mini parents while not really being equipped for it. Sometimes if a family is large enough groups of younger children are assigned to each older child in ‘pods’, formalising those roles and even fostering favouritism/rivalries.
There can also be a lot of time pressure, conflict or bustle, and lack of space or privacy.
It’s very understandable if Mary escaped into books and now she thirsts for information, likes quiet predictable environments and values her personal time.
And it’s understandable to look back, feel that she failed someone, and wish she did things differently. She was a kid in a difficult situation.
If I’m going with this interpretation I actually wonder if kind Mary waited for her younger siblings to marry and leave home/be old enough to be independent, so she knew they were good before she left for the city.
Or perhaps meeting Camila was the catalyst - whether it was to be with her, the new perspective she provided, or maybe having her financial and personal support made the next steps manageable.
It’s also very possible that simply being able to access more information helped Mary understand herself and choose how she wanted to live.
(Queerness isn’t or at least wasn’t generally covered in the curriculum. Assuming Mary went to school. And under purity culture - especially with a religious school or homeschooling - she may not have been allowed any sex education at all.)
Final thought - she may also feel she failed another queer person (by rejection or outing) or someone in a situation worse than hers (by inaction, or thinking mistreatment was normal or a ‘cross to bear’). Or some combination of the above.
Or under the guilt and pressure given for choosing her own path, she could feel like she ‘failed’ a parent or someone chosen to be her husband.
There are a few possibilities.
(I meant to answer this much earlier but life got away with me lolsob.)
Anyway, Krowspiracy anon I always delight in getting your asks, it's fun to read them and see what lil ideas and theories you have. It flatters and humbles me that you like these goofy characters so much to think up of these things!
Now for what you say about Mary...
I won't pinpoint exactly, but a lot of these are either very close or precisely what Mary has gone through.
Poor bbygirl has... gotten a lot of bad hands dealt with in life. She is in a much better place now, with Camilla and all, but she's still working through... a number of things.
And like I said, she still carries with her guilt and regret and even takes on a form of grief.
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frostyduo · 10 months ago
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I understand the two of you had a rough go of it with the FNAF game. I wanted to recommend a movie that you might find humorous that is similar to the game. Willie's Wonderland. Should you get the chance to watch it is rather funny. It has the actor Nicolas Cage if you are familiar with him.
Frost: Mmm, if it’s similar to that video game, I’m rather hesitant - I happen to enjoy sleeping at night.
Frieza: I’m sure it couldn’t hurt to at least try it, darling. If it gets to be too much, we can stop.
Frost: *sigh* Fine, I suppose.
*roughly a couple hours later*
Frost: *laughs* Oh good Kami - what the hell was that?! That was hands down one of the most ridiculous movies I’ve ever seen!!
Frieza: *chuckles* Indeed! The whole story was absolutely horrendous - they could’ve ended all those strings of death if they just destroyed the place!
Frost: Seriously! And what was with that random sex scene in the middle of the film?!
Frieza: Good lord, I hardly understand how anyone can be “in the mood” at a haunted kid’s restaurant with killer animatronics! Which on that note, those robots are truly ugly!
Frost: Well at least the main fellow was quite entertaining, despite not saying a single word!
Frieza: Yes, that’s true. But now I have that ear work of a theme song stuck in my head….ugh.
Frost: Thank you for this suggestion, anon. No doubt, the movie was terrible, but we enjoyed it nonetheless. It actually has me curious to try that Fnaf horror game again. We’ll see.
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skatiet · 1 year ago
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curious anon time! is there a book you're currently reading & are you enjoying it? what's your favourite autumn activity? what are the horror movies you really want to watch but are too scared/stressed out to? :)
thank you for the ask! <3
putting this under a read more bc i ramble a lot
i'm currently finishing up forget me not by alyson derrick. it's pretty good, a little young for me, but i mean, i consciously decided to read a ya novel. it's kind of a typical amnesia trope story, but i'm never going to complain about someone taking a common trope and making it about lesbians so.. also as side note, weirdly i've had this lost au living in the back of my head for like a year that is basically the plot of this book, but i digress.
favorite autumn activity is definitely hiking. my dad loved hiking, so we went all the time when i was a kid, and i grew up in new england where the autumn is especially magical. now, i don't get a chance to go as often, but it's still one of my favorite things in the world.
i love psychological horror/torture type of movies, but they are also the thing that scare me the most. the saw movies, for example, are exactly the type of thing that is super interesting to me, and i've read the majority of the saw wiki, but even reading about them fucks me up. i finally watched the first one last year, by myself, and i was fucking miserable afterward, so i can't let myself watch any more of them alone. basically, if something could somewhat realistically happen, and it involves being put in a situation where you either escape being physically harmed and traumatized or die slowly and painfully, that's my worst nightmare. this is why on lost i'm like oh there's a monster? well, like, what are the chances that i'll encounter that in my life? but when the others abduct claire and walt, and then jack, kate, and sawyer being abducted and just put in a cage/room and being stuck there not knowing what is going to happen them, again, my worst nightmare. (btw i think i mentioned this before but someone needs to make a post with all the parallels between saw and the lost season 3 mini season because they sure are there.)
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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years ago
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I’ll always be here; Eddie Munson x reader
*Author’s note*
Well it’s certainly been awhile but works kept me INSANELY busy plus the heatwave really affecting my brain in creativity but now that I’ve got some time, I’m gonna start doing some major updates to some WIP’s, not only in the request dept. but also trying to finish up my Celestial Hobbit story so that way I can start posting up what I’ve done so far for the LOTR sequel (already got like 6-7 good chapters of that).
Now this comes from an anon who wanted an Eddie Munson request. Now this can be viewed as either platonic or romantic (I’ll let you all decide) but just know this takes place roughly a bit after the events of s.3. So no real warnings except for canon violence, some horror jumpscare(?), mentions of torture, some swearing but overall EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF!!! Enjoy my lovelies and until next time!
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I felt another punch across my face and the familiar numbness of a bruise forming on my cheek.
“We grow tired of your games. Tell us, who you work for? And this will all go away.” The Russian guard interrogated me.  I narrowed my eyes at him and spat in his face, this time blood spurting across his face.  He looked at me stoically before slapping me so hard, the chair collapsed to the floor and I panted.  “It would seem we need the heavy artillery.”
But something was different.  Two Russians began pulling in what looked like a large steel crate that held some kind of animal.  Wait, wait this-this isn’t how it played out. The cage rattled and I heard the familiar sound of the creature that was inside.
“No! No please! Don’t open that cage! I already told you I work at Radio Shack! What else do you want!?” but the Russians remained silent as one of them removed the locks from the cage and opened the door.  It was quiet and still and I couldn’t see anything but blackness inside the cage.
That was until the damn thing launched out at me with its face open wide and rows of teeth filled my vision.
I shot up gasping and panting as I looked around and saw that I wasn’t in the secret Russian base of the former Starcourt Mall.
“(Y/n)? You okay?” I groaned softly burying my face into my hands. “Hey, hey, hey whoa, whoa. Look at me.” I looked to my left and there sat Eddie as physically close as he could possibly be.  “Another nightmare.” He said more as a statement than a question.
“I knew this was a bad idea. I’ve been here a week and I’ve kept you up with my stupid nightmares.” I whined softly.
“Hey, first of all they’re not stupid. What you went through in that mall fire……god I can’t even imagine it. You’re lucky the worst thing besides the bruises was just your broken leg.” He said gesturing to my casted leg.
I had told him it was from a beam that had fallen on top of me when in reality it was because of the Mindflayer.  Like El, I had suffered a pretty nasty scar on my leg from it’s sharp, tendril clawed hand back at the mall.  It ran from the back of my knee right down towards my Achilles tendon. The doctors were surprised that I was able to survive let alone keep my leg with how deep the scars ran.
But it wasn’t a total loss.  Every day Eddie would come in with good proper food (which is basically junk food), some comic books, and his worn out copies of Tolkien’s books. Which he would read to me to cheer me up and not be so bored in my hospital bed up until I was able to be released.
“Second of all, you know I don’t mind you being here. I’ll always be here to look after you, just like I know…..”
“I’ll be there for you.” I finished.  That was our saying to one another ever since we first became friends. He leaned his head forward and pressed his forehead against mine.
“So what shall it be first? An early morning movie marathon or smoking our troubles away?”
“Movie marathon.”
“What her highness wants, her highness shall receive.” He said with a bow before handing me my crutches and headed out of the room to get our movie marathon started.  I steadied myself up and carefully maneuvered around his trailer until I got to the couch.
Eddie had just gotten done setting up the pillows for my leg, as I hobbled over, Eddie held out his hand and I took it as I slowly spun around and he helped me sit down on the couch.  I raised my leg and set it down on the pillows with a groan.
“Thanks Eddie.” I said.
“No prob, I live to serve.” He said with another low bow. “So what shall it be? Footloose? Risky Business? Or perhaps West Side Story?”
“But you hate those movies.” I said.
“I know, but you love them.” I placed my hand over my heart and cooed.
“Aww you do love me.”
“Do I know that? Yes, yes I do. Now come on, you’re the patient here, what shall it be?”
“How about this, we compromise by watching West Side first, and then we watch Scarface.”
“I like how you know my taste in violent movies. Deal.” He said going through the rented collection of films he got from Robin and Steve down at Family Video.  
As he started the video, he sat himself down beside my upper body and I wrapped my arms around his neck, one arm resting over his shoulders while the other stroked through his hair which made him lean back into me.
While watching the movie, my mind kept going back to the nightmare.  The Starcourt Mall wasn’t my first interaction with the ‘Curse of Hawkins’. I actually got involved with the Upside down a year after Will Byers had been found.  I had went to Dustin’s place since his mom called me to babysit him, when I nearly got attacked by his demodog that he named Dart.
Both him and Steve ended up saving my ass and from then on I became part of the group and learned the truth about what really happened to Will, got the DL on the new girl El, Hawkins lab, the Upside down, all that insane shit.  However it killed me to not tell Eddie about all this stuff (since we always told each other everything).
And now with my leg busted up for pretty much the rest of the summer and maybe even into the start of the next school year (boy is that gonna be hell), I can’t even tell him the real reason why it happened, and more importantly why I keep waking him up every night screaming and sweating.
“Eddie.” He turned up and looked up at me.  “I really am sorry.”
“For what?”
“For always waking you up. I-I wish I could tell you what happened that night but I just…..” I sighed heavily and turned away from him. I felt a hand underneath my chin as my head was turned back towards Eddie who looked at me with those deep, concerning brown eyes of his, and even emphasized his concern with that adorable puppy dog head tilt.
“I want you to listen and listen good, okay (Y/n)?” I gave him a soft nod.  “I know a thing or two about trauma, hell my whole life has been nothing but one trauma after another.” I gave him a soft glare.  “The point is, I know, at least through the shitty mental standpoint, of what’s going through your head right now. And I’m here to tell you, you’re not alone anymore. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to share every detail with me right this second. Like I said, you went through some serious shit in that mall fire. And there’s not a day that I don’t regret not having been there that day for you. I was planning on bringing you lunch since you didn’t have breakfast that morning.”
“All because someone wanted to have an Indiana Jones movie marathon.”
“But you forget you accepted the invitation to said movie marathon so you are just as much to blame as I am.” He reprimanded as he booped my nose.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I muttered as I stroked through his hair.
“Anyways, I would’ve gone but then Gareth just had to ask me to help find a new snare for his drumkit and we had to make the drive outside of Hawkins for it. I may not have been there for you then, but I’m here for you now.”
“Thank you Nurse Munson.”
“That’s Doctor Munson to you little miss.”
“Oh yes right Doctor Munson, and what is my prescription Doc?”
“More watching your favorite movie and snuggles with your favorite trash panda.”
“You are not a trash panda!” I slapped his shoulder.
“Yes I am.”
“Alright if you’re one, then that makes me one too.”
“You can’t be one.”
“Why not?”
“Because you are too cute to be one.” He said placing his hand on the back of my head so that our foreheads were once again pressed against one another’s. “So I’m guessing you won’t be able to audition for the Spring Musical this year then, huh?” he asked me after a few minutes of silence of watching the Dance and the Gym scene now play out on the TV.
“Guess not. And such a damn shame, my last year and I can’t go out with a bang.”
“I know. I remember crying like a baby when you played Cinderella.”
“Ed that was when I was in 1st grade and you were in 3rd.”
“Well, still. You’ve always had the acting bug. I expect to see your name in the Hollywood stars one day. Alongside Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher and even your star crush Mark Hamill. ‘Oh Mark you’re soo dreamy, take me away on your ship to a far off galaxy!’” he mocked the last part in a higher pitch trying to copy my voice.  I lightly smacked his shoulder as he snickered.
“Thanks for the distraction.”
“Figure I let you off easy this time. You know what I usually do to distract you from your negative thoughts.” He teased threateningly as he wriggled his fingers at me menacingly.  I grasped his hand in mine and pinned it to the couch.
“Thank god you’re showing mercy.”
“But I hope you realize that as soon as that cast is off, I’m gonna be making up for lost time.”
“I’m really hoping you don’t.”
“Oh but I must. Can’t have my beautiful, beautiful (Y/n) feel neglected now can I?” Eddie cooed as he nuzzled his face into my neck, his wild mane tickling my neck (which of course the big shithead knew).
“Eddie! I yield I yield!” I said through my giggles.  He let out a soft whine but removed himself off me.
“Well only because you’ve yielded to Eddie the Banished.” he gave me a quick peck to my cheek before taking my arms and wrapping them back around over his shoulders resting over his chest as we went back to the movie.  “Imagine if this were to be the musical of Hawkins ’86.”
“You trying to make me even more depressed Munson?” I asked.
“Absolutely not. It just means this would be the first year I won’t be able to see you take the lead as the lovely Maria.”
“Please, for this musical there’s only one role I would want. And that’s Anita. Rita Moreno is a queen in this film. Reminds me a lot of my Tia Gabriela.”
“Yeah, I remember when she came for a visit from New York. Woman scared the shit out of me.”
“She can be intimidating but she’s also loving. Remember for Christmas back in Middle school she made you that shawl with your band’s name on it.”
“I still have that you know. I never go to The Hideout without it stashed in my van. Gives me luck.”
“And I know she appreciates that. She always said you were her favorite.”
“Really?”
“Don’t let that go to your head Munson.”
“Too late, if I get the approval of such a wonderful woman like your aunt Gabriela, then I know I must be doing something right.” I shoved his head playfully as he snickered and we went back to the movie.
It’s probably best that Eddie be kept out of the whole Hawkins curse thing.  At least with him, he helps make the stress of what I’ve experienced the last year feel like things are still normal and that we’re not in some countdown to the end of the world.  And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him in the clear from all that shit, God and Santa Maria above, at least give me that.
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Hi, I'm a different anon from the one who asked for incest recs (and I promise I'm not baiting you either; sorry you have to deal with dickheads on here :/) but I loved your answer and I was wondering if you had a rec list specifically for sibling incest (or even just intense sibling relationships)? Thank you in advance!!
I was taking a long time to answer this because I knew I was forgetting a lot of relevant titles, but then I realized I’ll never be able to make a complete list, so have a few scattered recs instead.
Some of these are quite triggering and involve child on child sexual abuse, others are just very dysfunctional/unhealthy, and some are simply romantic. Look them up before delving into them if triggers might be a problem, or feel free to ask me about specific works.
Books/short stories:
Querelle de Brest, Jean Genet
Les Enfants Terribles, Jean Cocteau
The Carnivorous Lamb, Agustín Gomez-Arcos
Ada, Vladimir Nabokov
The Blood of the Walsungs, Thomas Mann
Os Maias, Eça de Queiroz
The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
The Cement Garden, Ian McEwan (recently recommended to me by a mutual, I haven't read it yet though!)
Twins, Bari Wood
The Magic Toyshop, Angela Carter
Angels and Insects, A. S. Byatt
There’s a brief incestuous encounter in James Baldwin’s Tell Me How Long The Train’s Been Gone (and i hardly see this mentioned at all, which is odd because homosexual incest is considered particularly scandalous, and the incest motif is pretty important in Baldwin’s works in general. i have a lot to say about this and how it compares to the incest motif in gothic literature actually but this is not the place). There's mention of an incestuous couple in Le Guin's The Left Hand of Darkness that isn't central to the book but still relevant. Geryon in The Autobiography of Red is sexually abused by his brother as a child, and although not central to the plot it is very important to his character.
Subtext/ambiguous:
Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë (if you read Cathy and Heathcliff as siblings, and their relationship as sexual, which i do)
The Fall of the House of Usher, Edgar Allan Poe
White is for Witching, Helen Oyeyemi
War and Peace, Tolstoy
A Sicilian Romance, Ann Radcliffe
Just about anything by William Faulkner. There is of course The Monk by Lewis, but I have so much to say about that and how bad it is and also how different from Gothic works written by women (like, compare Radcliffe’s brother-hero to Lewis’s rapist brother. but of course this is not the place.)
Also, I don’t want to say much, but there’s As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCan. There are layers to this... I could say more but I won’t :)
Off of the top of my head, two great books with dysfunctional/co-dependent siblings (actually sisters in both examples) are We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson (i think it was Joyce Carol Oates who said the relationship was incestuous? i didn't read it that way but it's certainly an extremely compelling, dysfunctional, co-dependent relationship. this is a perfect example of what i want to read more of!) and Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn.
Movies:
Incest is so common in films (especially in horror) that I simply couldn’t begin to make a list. But I think you’re looking for an specific kind of dynamic (sorry if I’m wrong!), so I recommend you these:
The Mafu Cage (1978), dir. Karen Arthur (sibling incest explicitly referenced but not shown, parental incest as subtext)
Crimson Peak (2015), dir. Guillermo Del Toro (everyone’s seen it by now)
Carne de tu Carne/Bloody Flesh (1983), dir. Carlos Mayolo (explicit)
Ginger Snaps (2000), dir. John Fawcett (subtext)
Dead Ringers (1988), dir. David Cronenberg (subtext)
Actually, I can’t do this. There are too many. Google “films with sibling incest” for a number of lists.
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