#Whispers of Insanity AU

[sourgummibears]

When you’re having the worst shift of your life and this sandwich is not helping

A sneak peek of a upcoming chapter of @blot-squisher and I’s collab fic Whispers of Insanity

[blot-squisher]

Surviving the Game: Level 2 and Whispers of Insanity will be going on temporary hiatus starting Thursday, August 1st, and returning to regular posting Sunday, September 1st!

Hey ya'll, I know this isn't something anyone was expecting so soon, but I'm going to be going on hiatus for the month of August. Everything is okay and neither fic are going anywhere! A lot of stuff is slated to happen IRL next month and I don't think I'll be able to write or post as consistently as I'd like, so to give myself a little breathing room and to (hopefully) rebuild my chapter stock a bit, both fics will be going on a break. I'll still be around on tumblr and Ao3 if anyone has questions however 🙌

@sourgummibears

[iilmunchkiin]

Concept art for... something.

God I love making detailed designs but hate the pain of drawing them over and over again.

Also chat if I ever go silent for a week I promise I'm not dead just really... busy.

[gay-gambler]

STG but it's textpost! Part 8

Masterlist

Bonus page!

Based on fanfic by @blot-squisher !

So uh. it's been awhile HDHDSJSJ I got really into Hannibal,,,, sorry STG fans guess I fucking lied lmao the no inspiration slump hit harder than I expected,,, but i swear im back

The first art is actually a whisper of insanity fanart!! I rlly like how fucked up they are compared to STG lol and the next one is my oc hehe 👉👈 can't wait for hiatus to end wooo!!!

[spirit-lanterns]

Something funny to think about:

Imagine the celebrity girls + Reader getting a modeling gig together, but the downside is that they have to model like Zara models. Which, idk if you’ve seen the memes, but Zara models use the weirdest positions ever in order to show off the clothes 😭

Just imagine Reader, Kafka, Himeko, Topaz, Ruan Mei, etc. all stuck doing random poses, but it’s what the company wants them to do so they have no choice but to do it.

[crimeronan]

I know based on context clues that the conversation Eda and Raine are gonna have is an argument but I’m so in love with the idea of Raine showing up to the Owl House and seeing how much better off Eda’s doing now with the most obvious smug face ever because “I told you she was a good kid and you adore herrrrr.” Like I get that important serious conversations are going to happen but also Raine deserves to be a little smug about this

OH DON'T WORRY I'M PLANNING FOR RAINE TO GET TO BE SMUG DJSJSJ. and also for them to Probably work some shit out, like, after they're done arguing.

potential fic spoilers if anyone cares about those i guess, but. eda just comes in hot with "so luz is crazy" and raine is Immediately put on the defensive like "she is fucking not. don't talk about her that way" while eda's like "oh yeah?? how about YOU don't talk about stuff you know nothing about" and it... escalates from there.

just. hissy cats all the way down. waow.

but they both DO love luz and they're actually not fundamentally opposed in terms of, like, common goals. or what they think is wrong. or how they feel about each other.

....they just need to have a really stupid semantic argument first.

[angeart]

[hhau] — the ribbon

I almost forgot to talk about the ribbon-

Only one person asked about it, but i am very easily convinced to give in to hype and rambles. i love being excited about things i enjoy, and i love sharing them, so thank you for being interested!

This is about the hunted hybrids au, where both mine and @linkito's art features a dark ribbon tied around Grian's pinkie:

[art 1] [art 2] [art 3]

(I'll admit it should be tied in a bow, even though i draw it loose—)

So what is this ribbon?

It comes to play early in the story. Just after Scar finds Grian and saves him from the hunters. Grian's in a bad shape. He's exhausted, hungry, dehydrated, and he just lost a lot of blood. He's in a world of pain, after being viciously attacked and almost killed, terrified and barely conscious.

Scar needs to keep him alive, no matter the cost.

Grian needs water.

Scar doesn't have water.

But he knows where to find it.

Except going to get it means leaving Grian alone, and— He can't. He can't. (He has to.)

Hopeless, desperate, aching, he soothes Grian, brings back the memory of something simpler, woven with promises of returning soon. (They're just on a sleepover. He's only going to fetch him a glass of water. It's okay. It's okay.) And he leaves something behind.

Something for Grian to hold onto.

Something to remind Grian that this happened. That Scar was here and he will be back. That he isn't alone.

Scar undoes the ribbon around his neck. And he puts it in Grian's weak, uncomprehending hands. (The fingers twitch and try to curl around it anyway.) (It feels important.)

He asks Grian to hold onto it for him, and he leaves.

Now, Scar makes it back safely. But Grian's dizzy and dazed and confused, and he feels the ribbon slipping, and he panics. (He was told to hold onto it.) (He needs to hold onto it—) (It falls out of his grasp so easily and he can't do a thing to stop it—)

Scar catches it, tells him it's okay, he's back, he's here now, thank you for keeping it. And he considers putting it back around his neck, but... It no longer feels like something just his. It feels like it turned into something else.

A tether. A lifeline. A heartstring.

And Grian needs it.

So he ties it around Grian's pinkie, in a loose but secure bow, for Grian to have it near and to feel it without fearing losing it. And Grian keeps it.

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Here's some out of context rp bits that feature it, just to drive home what it really means for them in this wretched, hopeless world:

Grian:

Black ribbon rests securely wrapped around his finger, a piece of Scar’s attire, a piece of, maybe, his soul. A tether. An anchor. A lifeline.

Scar:

He watches the black fabric shake with the same tremors that plague Grian’s reach, fragile like he is, and Scar resolves that he must have done something right, that he’s not a failure, that he didn’t ruin everything if Grian still wears the ribbon around his finger. They still have the connection, the tether from one brittle heart to another.

Grian:

The ribbon tingles against his skin, a strip of fabric that seems to be a manifestation of the tether Grian feels stretching away from his weak, wounded heart, leading him straight to Scar.

Grian:

So with a tattered heart beating painfully against his bruised ribs, he swallows down the guilt of what his wings will do to both of them, and he makes his decision.

Tired and sore, he lifts his hand up, reaching out to Scar. The ribbon falls from his hold as he uncurls his fingers, left to dangle in the air and shadow his motions, still tied around his finger just the way Scar is tied around his weak, traitorous heart.

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(Yeah i think a tether is a good word for it, clearly. Mhm. That's what it is. A very important little strip of fabric, that once used to rest against Scar's pulse point, soaking in the beats of his heart, now given to Grian for safekeeping <3)

[smallchaoscryptid]

Coffee's For Closers

I got inspired while working on my SerialKiller!Spiderbit au ('Folie à Deux') and decided to write a scene from a different POV but I don't see myself using it in the final fic so I am going to share it with the people of tumblr awhile as a preview for the fic. I hope you all enjoy.

Cellbit enters Roier’s house still unsure what to do. Pac and Mike are in town. He is going to be found out and hauled off to prison. He knows prison is if he gets lucky and no one discovers his true body count. Cellbit stumbles down the hallway to Roier’s kitchen. He needed to clear his thoughts and calm down. They don’t know he is in town yet and he still has time to pack up all his things again. He can run away and they won’t find him. Maybe he can convince Roier to come with him. Maybe he can still have his happy life. Cellbit isn’t expecting to see an old man as he enters the dining room. The site almost freezes him in his tracks. He wonders for a moment if he got the wrong house in his panicked state. 

“Olá?” Cellbit asks.

“Hello, who are you?” The man replies, looking Cellbit up and down.

“I’m Cellbit, Roier told me to come here.”

The man’s eyes widen as he looks Cellbit over again. "I know what you are . What are you doing in my grandson's house?"

"I have no clue what you mean." Cellbit replies, trying to feign stupidity despite the panic rising in his chest. 

"You are a killer." The man accuses. “Are you going to kill my grandson?”

"You must have me confused with someone else. I am just a good friend of Roier's." 

"My grandson wouldn't befriend a cold blooded killer like you." Roier’s grandfather accuses, his voice laced with vitriol.

"You don't even know me."

"I don't need to know you to know how many people you killed." 

"What?" Cellbit replies, hoping playing stupid can get him out of his one.

"I could call the cops on you right now." The man threatens.

"You wouldn't." Cellbit replies, taking out his knife and flipping it open.

"Are you threatening me?" Roier’s Grandfather asks, his eyes widening. 

"Maybe. All you need to do is not say anything and we can get along like family." Cellbit offers, hoping Roier’s grandfather will take the out that he is offering.

"We will never be family. I will tell my grandson what you are."

"I can't have you do that." Cellbit replies, stepping closer and shoving the man to the ground.

"If I disappear, Roier will know." Roier’s grandfather pleads.

Cellbit doesn’t hesitate to stab the knife into the man. He wants to twist it in and let all his anger out. He wants to get Roier’s grandfather to understand that he loves Roier and would do anything for him. He can’t have him forcing Roier away from him. He can’t lose Roier.

"Your grandson will never know."  Cellbit replies as he pulls the knife out.

Cellbit gets up to work on finding something to clean up the mess, the anger still lingering as he hopes Roier will take a bit to get home so he can have the mess cleaned up. He can’t have Roier knowing that he did this. He needs Roier to stay with him. He wants Roier to run off with him but he thinks walking in on his dead grandfather would ruin those chances. Unfortunately, when Cellbit turns around his eyes meet Roier’s. He doesn’t know what to say to explain the situation. He doesn’t know what Roier will do. Roier could help him clean up. In Cellbit’s daydreams, Roier helps him clean up after their kills. Roier helps him take apart the people who Cellbit selects. In some of the daydreams Roier even helps select the people. The Roier from his daydreams is not the Roier in front of him, yet, Cellbit hopes that one day he could be. The  Roier in front of him now could turn him in and there would be nothing he could do. He can’t kill Roier. He could never kill Roier. He will never kill Roier.

“Roier, it's not what it looks like.” Cellbit pleads, as he tries to walk forward to put space between him and Roier’s grandfather’s body.

Cellbit wants to comfort Roier. He wants to tell him it will be alright; that he won’t hurt him but Roier takes a step back from him. Cellbit can’t help but flinch.  He never meant to scare Roier. He watches as Roier looks at the dead body and back at him. He wants Roier to say something- anything. Cellbit needs to fix this. He needs Roier to know he won’t hurt him.

“I can explain.” Cellbit offers as he sets his knife down, hoping the lack of weapon in his hands would cause Roier to say something and calm down.

Cellbit watches as Roier blinks and he almost thinks Roier is going to say something to him but that hope is cut short as Roier turns around and runs. If he was anyone else Cellbit would have chased after them but it is Roier. He can’t kill Roier. Even as he hears the door knob fail to turn he doesn’t move. If Roier was anyone else he would be dead already but he’s not. Cellbit listens to the door open and slam against the wall. He feels his heart shatter in the same moment. Instead of chasing after Roier, Cellbit cleans off his hands and turns off the lights before leaving the house to grab supplies to clean up his mess. 

[joonebugg]

Bive fans wya?

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[fluffs-n-stuffs]

time traveler: /bumps table the timeline;

[stabbyfoxandrew]

me, rereading my writing:

[sourgummibears]

Here is what the Legion look like in @blot-squisher and I’s collaboration fic Whispers of Insanity, an asylum AU where we explore the Surviving the Game characters along with some additional OCs in a none Entity setting. It’s none canon compliant and very self indulgent

The Legion, after burying the body and running away, spent the next few years on the run and terrorizing different towns and cities, moving through Canada before traveling down into the US where they finally got caught due to being too cocky

Due to them having committed the crimes while they were 18 and older, they were all tried as adults and sentenced to Crotus Prenn, a rehabilitation center for troubled members of society owned by the CEO Albert Wesker

Because they spent so long on the run together, their bonds had been strengthened to the point of utter loyalty and devotion to each other. The Legion is more then just the name of their friend group, it is now their full identities as they prefer to be referred to as one collective unit rather then individual names

Here is the fic if you would like to check it out! It updates every Friday!

[blot-squisher]

Tonight's the last night of the hiatus for both Surviving the Game and Whispers of Insanity!

STG will be back to Sunday and (when possible) Wednesday updates. For the next couple of months Wednesday updates will be spotty. I have a very full work schedule (booooo) but it's highly likely it will be opening up soon, leaving me more time to write. As always, Wednesday updated announcements will be made at the end of Sunday chapters, and posted here on Tumblr.

WOI will be back to Friday updates! It's less likely there will be any interruptions to the AU schedule, but if there are they'll be announced ahead of time. @sourgummibears and I want to thank you all for your continued support, and we'll see you soon! 🥰

[yoichichi]

AS I WAS SAYING. ur tags made me insane ….. monster!bachira playing w ur mouth oh im gonna die …. he loves to poke and prod and you always end up drooling all over his fingers because he won’t let you close your lips </3 he’s so enamored with how your mouth stretches and opens and he looooves when you bite at him because your teeth don’t hurt half as bad as his actual teeth would. ur so warm and wet in there and he’s so scary looking at u with that uncanny smile but your head is so fuzzy u can’t even bring yourself to care </3

Bambi….. I have never …. This. akskdkajfkisiahsjdje !!!!

He tells you all of that too :( has no qualms about telling you how pretty n shiny n warm the inside of your mouth is even though he knows you’re barely listening n able to focus anyways </3

He would most definitely spread your drool all over your lips too <///////3 he gets so so so warm inside at the way you love to let him play with you, and he really really likes hand feeding you :( peeling a mandarin for you n feeding you the slices but being so weird about it and making you bite them so he can have the other half and lick the juice off your face that squirted onto your chin when you bit down :(!

Any opportunity to be weird about your mouth and he’s there <3!

[echoesofaheart]

i want to write suicide prevention hotline fics so bad but. there would no fucking context. there isn't even a single fic for normal creature au yet i can't do this

[tmos-time]

you see the problem with making an erisol au where there is like, four different flavors of erisol happening, is that i cant add like 3/4ths of the songs im rotating in my head to my main erisol playlist lmao