#To reanimate who you say???

[pyramidofmice]

thinking about autism and Herbert West and damn that man has a strong sense of justice. Disrupting class because he believes the teacher isn't respecting the principles of scientific study; How absolutely devastated he is when he sees Dr Hill stole his research (my woooork!! 😭); etc etc. This man can watch horrendous violence unfold right in front of him and not bat an eye, but if he read an article about an important research project getting cancelled because of underfunding he'd be screaming crying throwing up

[mushyfart]

sneak peak...😼

[iaminjail]

woke reani be like helga west: relesbianator

[godlizzza]

Prompt: Teen danbert that time when Herbert puts on a show and fingers himself in front of Dan

"So, you want me to just...sit here?" Dan said, his throat dry, from his spot on the desk chair.

Herbert, who'd already shucked his pants and underwear, nodded. He neatly folded up his clothes and set them down on top of the dresser. The fact that he was stood there in only his polo shirt, Donald Duck-ing it, was a testament to how comfortable he'd gotten being naked around Dan.

"Yes," Herbert replied, fishing a bottle of lube out of his bag and crawling onto the bed. "I've done this a few times to myself, so I figure this is the best way to show you how to do it."

Dan thought about telling him that he didn't think a demonstration was necessary. Pushing his fingers in and out of an asshole didn't seem all that complicated, plus, he'd finger banged enough pussy to feel like he had a pretty good grasp on the mechanics. Then again, he wasn't exactly about to pass up the opportunity to watch Herbert put on a show for him. And Herbert seemed so jazzed at the idea of teaching Dan something sexual, he didn't want to burst his bubble.

So, he sat on the chair, his cock already stirring with interest as Herbert removed his glasses and set them down on the beside table. He was hunched forward on his knees and elbows, his legs spread and baring his ass. The wet squelching sound of the lube being squirted into his hand had Dan straightening up in his seat. He supposed he'd be getting used to the sound, given that Herbert couldn't exactly get wet naturally. He'd have to set aside a bit of his weekly allowance for it, just to make sure they never ran out.

Herbert his cheek on the pillows then reached around his lube-slicked hand to pry at his hole. He pushed one finger inside without issue, only grunting a little in discomfort at the intrusion. Dan watched the digit disappear up to the knuckle, mesmerised. Herbert didn't immediately pull it out, but sort of wiggled it around inside himself, like he was adjusting to the stretch. After a minute of this, he began to move it, pushing it in and out slowly. Then he added a second finger alongside the first, increasing the girth.

"It's important not to take it too fast," Herbert grunted from the pillow. "Build up the fingers--mmf--steadily."

"Uh huh," Dan replied dumbly, his mouth hanging open.

Dan wondered absently, as he reached down to palm his growing erection over his sweats, how many fingers it would take to match the size of Dan's cock? How much prep would Herbert need before Dan could fit his cock up his ass? His dick twitched at the thought, and he had to bite down on his lip to stifle his moan.

Stop it, he chided himself.

He knew Herbert wasn't ready for that yet--hell, Dan hadn't even had his fingers inside him yet--but that didn't mean the thought of fucking him wasn't on his mind. It was especially on his mind then, watching Herbert fuck himself with his fingers. They rhythmically slid in and out of him, the lube adding a wet slapping sound as his knuckles hit the rim of his hole. Dan swallowed against the dryness in his throat as he watched, slipping his hand beneath his waistband to grasp his straining cock.

"Shit, Herbert," Dan murmured, jerking himself off in his pants. "You look so hot right now."

"I usually just keep it at two," Herbert gasped, as though Dan hadn't spoken. "It's all I need to- to reach my prostate."

Dan sucked in a breath, squeezing the base of his cock. He was warm all over, like a cookie fresh out of the oven. Herbert's words just added to how turned on he was. He wanted to get up, join Herbert on the bed and replace his fingers with his own, but he resisted, keeping his ass firmly planted in the chair.

"What do you think about when you do it?" Dan asked, his voice coming out rough and desperate. He needed to know what went through Herbert's mind when he was doing this, what flashed through his head during these moments of pleasure.

"You," Herbert admitted, sliding a third finger inside himself. Dan's toes curled in his socks and he let out a stuttering groan, quickening his hand. "I think about when we had that- that lab earlier this semester. The one with the lamb's heart. I think about your hands in those--hah--latex gloves, probing into that aorta."

Dan's hand only faltered for a second before he was pumping himself in earnest. "That's kinda gross," he said, without any judgement. Leave it to Herbert to get all hot and bothered at the sight of him poking around in a dead animal's organ.

Herbert didn't appear to mind having his fantasies called gross. He rocked back against his hand, meeting the thrust of his fingers.

"I think about you doing this to me," Herbert whispered, then his voice caught, like he'd just struck gold inside himself. "D-Danny-"

He fumbled with his other hand to reach beneath himself and grasp his leaking cock. With nothing to prop himself up with, his face was now firmly buried in the pillow, his ass in the air as he fingered himself and stroked his cock in tandem. He came with a muffled groan, spilling into his hand and onto Dan's sheets. It was with that beautiful noise filling his ears that Dan quickly followed, choking down a wordless moan as he came in his pants.

He remained slumped back in the chair, his muddied hand flopping over the arm rest, trying to catch his breath. Herbert seemed to recover quicker, sitting up on his knees and reaching over to grab some tissues. He wiped himself clean while Dan watched, trying to breathe deep and slow his heartbeat down to an acceptable speed. Herbert slipped his glasses on and paced back over to the dresser, retrieving his underwear. He stepped into his tighty whities and turned to face Dan, his placid expression betrayed by the flush in his cheeks and the intents from the pillow creases pressed into the skin of his face.

"And that's usually how I do it," he said.

Dan tossed an arm over his face and laughed. "Okay, got it."

He only pulled his arm away when he felt Herbert grip his shoulders. Herbert stared at him intently, then leaned forward to kiss him. Dan returned the kiss readily, squeezing Herbert's hips and drawing him forward until Herbert crawled onto his lap, straddling his thighs. When he pulled away, Dan blinked his eyes open, feeling a little light-headed.

"Next time," Herbert said, fanning the fingers he'd used to fuck himself with against Dan's chest, "I want you to do it."

Dan's throat tightened and he had to swallow several times before the walls of his esophagus unglued from each other. "That, uh, sounds good to me."

Herbert smiled almost shyly and nodded. "Good."

Then he was kissing Dan again, and Dan was only too happy to oblige.

[ruler-of-the-universe-boy]

Me when im planning something big but it has this guy

[shrekyaoi]

extremely likely i‘m gonna start becoming more avant-garde about my posting schedule at least for a while. you all had it too good for too long. bitches like reading fic at 5am on a wednesday right

[overly-hubristic-mad-scientist]

Ok so post Rufus reanimation Dan goes to Halsey and says that Herbert managed to reanimate dead tissue, while Herbert is not there to back up these claims, and with no notebooks or serum to provide Halsey with proof. What outcome did Dan even want? Dean Halsey was definitely being harsh because he’s being overprotective about Megan and under Hill’s control, but that does not negate the fact that Dan’s dumbass really thought you could approach a man who clearly well versed in the studies of science and medicine just say “My roommate reanimated dead cat tissue” with no proof on hand and expect it to end smoothly. Like, did Dan want a grant? Halsey’s approval? Why did he think this would be the way to get it? I understand Dan’s meant to be kind of a himbo but Jesus Christ. That had to be in Dan’s top 5 dumbest moments in the franchise

[friendofthecrows]

When your OC has a boring temporary name but it became their permanent name and now when you want to mention them you're internally like "I'm so sorry for choosing a name in the top 100"

[ethernetmeep]

just drew some basic sketches for the brokeback mountain reanimator au and then barbie... the whiplash is heavy tonight

[theheadlessgroom]

https://beatingheart-bride.tumblr.com/post/707565030082805760/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“W-Well, you deserve to sleep comfortably too, Emily!” he insisted right back, as he sat a little more upright: Quite honestly, he’d be more than happy to give her his bed...but he also knew (even before she said so aloud) that she wouldn’t want to deprive him off the bed (especially after he’d just begun getting used to sleep in it...), leaving them once again at a bit of a stalemate...

(For a brief moment, the idea of the two of them sharing the bed crossed his mind, but he very quickly dismissed it, as his face suddenly turned white-hot behind the mask; he supposed that was one good thing about having it, so that Emily didn’t see him blush so hard and ask what the matter was...)

As much fun as it was to playfully to volley teases and arguments back and forth, Randall was now well aware of the tiredness beginning to sink in for him as he sat in his seat, eyelids beginning to grow heavy: Between the rainy, moody skies outside, the rhythm of the rain on the roof, and his own overall tiredness, his will to stay awake was beginning to ebb, as he stifled a little yawn (trying not to appear as tired as he was), saying (as one last weak protest), “I really don’t mind if you take the bed, Emily, r-really, I-I can get perfectly comfortable on the lounger...”

[wordsgood]

the outline for hunter & poet is complete!!

this is my first time writing anything remotely similar to this - it's a low fantasy romance/paranormal mystery, intended to be like a paperback romance - so I used Gwen Hayes's romancing the beat outline to help me along. it was incredibly helpful, even if I did remix a couple chapters and kind of do my own thing in the last two. the scrivener template she provides on her website is fantastic, too.

I really am excited to write this one come november, as it'll be my nanowrimo project. from now until then I'll probably try writing some drabbles to get into the world and headspaces of Adder and Sepheri. might try to do whumptober with them?? we'll see! I'm just relieved I've finally got an outline that I enjoy for it. the last two chapters are going to be SO GOOD, Y'ALL

[ozymoron]

dude herbert wests ace ass and me would get up to no fucking good two weird asexuals with the power to reanimate body parts and people we would eb unstoppable and very horny

[arminsumi]

LOSER

GOJO さとる

"Rejecting" the smug and overly confident Gojo Satoru — who has so many admirers and yet is madly and obsessively head over heels in love with you.

You call him attractive in a roundabout way, because the conversation was on the topic of who is most goodlooking in this school.

Though he replies smugly, inside he freaks out — he was worried you would think Suguru is more attractive than him.

"Of course you're attracted to me; I'm Gojo Satoru after all!"

"Okay." you gave him a confused smile and went on your way.

But before you could leave, he blocked your path by hopping in front of you. He cleared his throat.

"Um! Wait! S-so — uh — what are you doing later today?" he experienced a small voice crack.

He seemed nervous, frantic, like he felt sudden shame for using his smug charm on you and seeing it fail to catch you.

"Ah, I don't have any plans for the rest of the day. Why?" you reply, friendly and nonchalant.

He stuttered, froze, and reanimated himself as if he was an animation missing key frames.

"Oh nothing..." he reclaimed his boisterous, over-the-top smug attitude. "I was gonna ask you out on a date, but I'm a busy guy... so."

"Okay." you gave him a friendly, confused smile. "Well then, see you around—"

"—d'you wanna go on a date with me?"

"Huh?"

"?"

"A date?"

"Yeah? Y-yeah. A date."

"When?"

"Right now."

"Right now? (Didn't he just say he's a busy guy?) Aha, sorry... but I must reject you. I promised my friend I would watch his basketball match. It's important to him. He's made it to the finals."

"...huh?"

Satoru's shoulders slump. His heart sinks, and so sink his hands into his pockets — balled up into fists. He clenches his jaw in embarrassment.

"You can't seriously be rejecting me..."

You misunderstand him to be saying that as a joke. He notices your misunderstanding, but plays along.

"Haha. See you, Satoru."

"Uhhh yeah... see you."

Ah, his heart is so patheticaally thumping when he hears you say his name.

You leave the library.

A boyish blush paints him hot red all over. He kicks his feet annoyedly and hangs his head in defeat.

[awzominator]

Day 13 Scars

the amount of effort I had to put into these and they still don’t look how I want is frustrating but alas time is not on my side

ramblings under the cut

Mikey: Gave Mikey Lichen Burns from that one time he got disintegrated and then reanimated via electricity. He died n got better and honestly it is one of the most violent injuries that I recall for him. Like he plays it off so easily cuz he has super powers and all that jazz but that’s so messed up. Also Raph yelling for him OOOFFFFF will never forget how filled w rage and hurt that dude was. He was ready to kill ❤️ Such a wild episode and I love how Mikey was so depended on in order for the plan to succeed. It was Mikey’s turn for the Self sacrificing bit and he crushed it

Leo: Get Shreddered idiot!!! The fucked up knee and throat from when he got beat up and thrown thru the window. This is def my fav event to happen which is a wild thing to say. It’s the most obvious thing to go for but I personally loved the farmhouse arc and Leo’s need for recovery. That dude is still not well and is repressing stuff but they don’t have time to heal. Their lives are too chaotic, too much is on the line, and Leo can’t afford to take the time to heal 100% none of them can tbh. I know a lot of ppl hate how 12 handled his knee injury but I loved it Bc it’s obviously not better but he’s a stubborn idiot who chooses to push everything down and out. He is the healthiest turtle for sure. I’m pretty sure in later episodes his knee gives out a few times don’t quote me tho it’s been a few years aha

Raph: His broken shell! After watching Lone Rat and Cubs and seeing where it came from, I always wondered if Splinter looks at it with loads of regret. A physical sign of his short comings that one time they almost got caught by the Kraang. A warning and a constant reminder they’ll never be safe, that splinter wont always be able to protect his babies no matter how hard he fights. I also like to HC he becomes the most hovering and overprotective of Raph while he’s still recovering Bc that shell broke so easy. Honestly seeing screen shots of close ups of Raphs shell is awesome to see both shell and plastron are broken.

Donnie: UGHHH THIS DUDEEEE !!!!! Literally had the hardest time Bc he goes thru a lot also but it’s more emotional and mental dude is fuked up in the head fr. I asked several ppl for help Bc I didn’t want to do another lichen burn thing from Karai’s trap. In the end I played around w the suggestions to see what would look most appealing to me. The scars on arm are from Slash (such a good episode thank you for the suggestion 🙌) as his arm was injured and in a sling at the end of the episode. The head scar def a big creative liberty Bc he does get injured there a lot ahah. I was thinking of Fourtrap again which lead to thinking about the time that Leo blew him up accidentally during is emo phase XD

[flanaganfilm]

Hi, I'm a big fan of your work. Sorry if this is a dumb question, why kill the kitties? I notice it a lot in horror in general, and it completely takes me out of the story and just makes me feel bad for the cat. I feel like I'm missing something.

Not a dumb question at all - and I knew I'd be getting some of this the moment we decided to include Poe's The Black Cat in TFOTHOU. The comments sections of the world are full of accusations that I hate cats and/or hands, and - well - neither is true. I've admittedly gotten a little flippant with my humor in the past when people have brought this up. My knee-jerk reaction is always to say something along the lines of "well, Websters defines 'horror' as..." But honestly, as far as I'm concerned, it's just not a thing.

A brief history of cats in my work:

HUSH - Maddie's beloved cat, "Bitch," escapes the danger of a home invader completely unharmed and is alive and well at the end of the movie. The last shot of the movie is Maddie lovingly petting the cat on the porch.

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE - Yes, a malnourished stray kitten dies within Hill House, only to be horrifically reanimated. This was done to show the horrors of Hill House, serve as a warning to the family, and foreshadow the deaths of several human beings (who would meet more horrible fates) later. Hill House is an evil place, and it killed and collected all sorts of living things... there are dead humans aplenty, and also phantom dogs, which Stephen and the kids hear several times and see in episode six. I'd argue that Hill House is an equal-opportunity horror show.

DOCTOR SLEEP - Azzie the cat is a great friend to Dan Torrance. Azzie also has a "shine" of her own, and can sense when patients at the hospice are going to die, and goes into their rooms to comfort them. Azzie is never once in any danger throughout the film and, we presume, lives a long and happy life.

MIDNIGHT MASS - All of the residents of Crockett Island, which include 157 people, a huge population of stray cats, and at least one particularly sweet dog, do not fare so well in this show. But nothing against the cats - everybody dies. The arrival of a certain evil creature marks doom for literally every living thing on the island (except for two people). And yep, it started with the cats, because they were plentiful and would not alert anyone to its presence. We see its lair full of dead rats, birds, and raccoons as well, all eaten while the creature was in hiding.

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER - we adapted The Black Cat, written by Edgar Allan Poe. If you're familiar with the Poe story, you know that it involves the horrible death of a cat, which then seems to get revenge from beyond the grave. This is Edgar Allan Poe's story - we did not write it. HOWEVER, we decided to make a huge change to Poe's story. At the end of our retelling, we reveal that Pluto the cat is alive and well (and still wearing the Gucci collar), and that the supposed violence against the cat existed entirely in the person's mind. Pluto 2 - the terrifying, supernatural replacement that stalked Leo - is not real either. It is just Verna, taking another form (hence the injury to VERNA'S eye). So in this show, not a single animal is harmed AT ALL. We did that on purpose. We decided to change Poe's classic story so that the cat lived. We went out of our way to do that. I truly don't have anything against cats. I do tell horror stories... but that's about it! I hope it doesn't make it more difficult to enjoy the story, and thank you for watching.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request batboys learn of reader's fake death, she is on a mission and they find her.

Reader can be read as gn or whoever you see fit.

Dick

‘Is that you?’ Dick asks softly as he neared you.

‘No.’ You replied in hopes that he’d leave but you knew deep down that he wouldn’t, not if leaving meant leaving you behind also. Not the way you chose to erase yourself out of the picture for this stupid suicide mission.

Dick on the other hand was hellbent to not loose you again, the house you both built wasn’t a home if you weren’t in it to share it with him and Hayley, the poor dog was still fast sleeping on your side of the bed before Dick left for his nightly patrol; Hayley missed you very much and would whimper when she realises that your scent was slowly fading away.

It hurt Dick more then he liked to admit, and he tried to suppress it for as long as he could but he would often find himself trying to look for you in other people, other things but it always ended with him looking at the pictures of the two of you on the wall and feeling nothing but cold. Everything felt out of place without you but Dick would always try to act as though he was coping better then he was behind closed doors doors, clutching at the clothes you’ll never wear again as he silently sobs into the fabric.

Now here you were stood before him in what people would call as pure coincidence or luck because anyone would give anything to see their lost ones again, absolutely anything, even if it was by morally questionable means and Dick can understand the reason why that might be.

‘I- I wish I could tell you but I can’t.’ You replied, not wanting to put Dick in danger because of the dangerous people you’ve wronged.

‘Why not?’ Dick asked, worried that something had happened when he wasn’t nearby to help.

‘It doesn’t concern you.’ You told him as you tried to make distance but Dick was quick to close it. ‘It does concern me if it involves you.’ He says lowly, gently reaching out to hold your face to make sure this was real and not a dream and when you leaned into his touch, eyes closed shut Dick lets out a relieved sigh as his thumbs stroke your cheeks. ‘So please, don’t make me loose you again. let me help.’ He whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

Now you really couldn’t reject his help, he made it impossible just like how he made it impossible for you not to fall in love with him all over again.

Tim

Didn’t know what to expect from what he was seeing.

He had heard that there was someone of your stature going about town during the night but he wasn’t one to believe it until he’s seen it with his own eyes. So when he did catch of glimpse of you or someone pretending to be you, he didn’t know what to do, he was brought back to where he was when he found out about your supposed death; helpless and confused as to how such a thing could happen.

It wasn’t until your eyes met his did Tim feel his blood go cold from how dull and borderline dead your eyes looked when glaring right at him. There was a flash of familiarity but that was gone before Tim could blink, something was wrong, very wrong but he didn’t know what exactly.

You weren’t…well you.

Now Tim did have dreams about what he’d do if you were to be magically reanimated, brought back to life but those were dreams for a reason, a alternative reality that didn’t abide to realism or the more likeliest of outcomes; this was reality and reality wasn’t pretty and is often disappointing on most accounts.

So Tim stood there, frozen as you made a quick exit, much to the confusion of his siblings -Dick and Damian- who knew how hard your death had struck Tim, they didn’t need to be told how difficult it must’ve been to see your dead partner somehow alive again.

‘Are you okay?’ Dick asks.

‘Somethings wrong.’ Tim said. ‘Why would they feel the need to fake their own death and not tell me about it beforehand?’ He asks himself.

‘Only if someone powerful wanted you dead.’ Damian suggested. ‘What other reason is there besides that one?’

‘If that’s truly is the case,’ Tim began as he looked between Dick and Damian, ‘then why reappear after only a week? It’d be common sense to stay low for far longer until the smoke clears, unless...’

Dick then places a hand on Tim’s shoulder. ‘Looks like we’ve got work to do.’

Tim wasn’t certain what he would do if you ever did come back, but now it seems as though he did know; to save you from whatever has been nipping at your heels.

Jason

Wasn’t sure whether or not the sleepless nights had finally caught up to him ever since your passing, spending them staring at the door to your shared bedroom as though you’d magically walk through it with a smile, telling him that everything that had happened was just a nightmare before kissing him on the forehead and cuddling into his side to fall asleep.

However Jason had pinched his skin that many times to know well enough that was all a fallacy created by his own mind because he didn’t want you seeing the man he’d become from whether afterlife you resided in.

So when he spotted sow thing he believes looked a lot like your silhouette, his body followed after it, much like it did whenever things pertaining to you sparked that sense of familiarity within him, that sense of home and belonging. However this lack of subtly on his end didn’t end up well as he was soon enough laid flat out on his back as your masked face hovered over his.

‘Why were you following me?’ You asked through gritted teeth.

‘I thought you were dead.’ He replied In disbelief.

‘That was the plan until you ruined it.’ You grunted as you pulled him up to his feet, ‘you weren’t followed were you?’ You asked as your eyes shifted from shadow to shadow.

‘No, listen sweetheart-‘ Jason tried to speak but you sharply shushed him. ‘What’s going on, you can tell me.’ He now whispers and you sigh, finding it hard to exist within the same space as Jason without hugging him to death, but you couldn’t risk dragging him into your troubles.

‘I can’t.’ You tell him, knowing that there was a heartbroken expression behind that red helmet of his, ‘and even if I can all I would be allowed to say is that some bad people are after me.’ Jason’s shoulders tensed at this.

‘Why did you say anything earlier.’ He asked, he was holding back from exploding because had this been brought up earlier then maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have to be subjected to witnessing your ‘death.’ ‘I could’ve helped you out-‘

‘And risk you becoming their next target? Not thanks Jason I already lost you once I’m not doing it again.’ You tell him firmly but he wasn’t having it, not after what you put him through. ‘And I thought I lost you or has that not ever come to mind.’ He bites back with the sharpness of someone who was deeply hurt by the actions of someone who he loved more than life.

‘Jason.’ You tried to say but you knew him better then most, once his mind had been made up there was little chance to change it.

‘No. I’m going to help you get out of this mess, either you want me to or not, this is my war now.’ Jason tells you as he marched ahead. You sighed as you followed after him.

This was going to be a long night.