#also vague as hell endings my fucking beloved

[threepandas]

Bad End: Eve

You know how most Otome games are vaguely historical? Usually some non-specific mishmash of European countries? But fluffier and with more bows? It had once "gotten" to me, I think. I remember looking for outliers. Non-joke ones. Something that wasn't just "but this time with hats!"

I found one.

And now? Now I'm not sure if I curse that day or thank whatever force of nature lead me there. I guess... I guess it depends. Would I still have ended up HERE? If I had not found it? If so, then I genuinely and actually fucking rue it. Like... like actual "you'll rue the day! Bwahaha!" Type rue it. That's me. Ruing.

But? If it was always going to happen?

Then I guess...

I guess I'm weirdly glad. Because at least I have some fucking idea of what's going ON. Terrible, as it all is. Fucked, as the situation is. At least I'm not... not confused. Blind and at the mercy of those around me. Ignorance truely isn't bliss. All it does is leave you to try an fill in the blanks yourself. Usually with something far worse.

Not that the situation could GET much worse, by much.

I was in an Otome game. NOT a flower, high society, and dragons kind either. No. I? Was in a Dark Sci-Fi otome game. "Fate of man" was thrown around a lot. Power of luuuuv~ and such. Also, you know, HORRIFIC ethical violations. Human experimentation. Cataclysmic events and humanity "starting over".

All the high drama sci-fi concepts you could expect. It was a romp. Had good art. I'd had fun! Which is why I remember it so clearly.

Less fun when you're IN IT.

When you AREN'T one of the characters you KNOW will survive.

In fact, are one of the characters you know WON'T fucking survive. And will probably die MESSY. Horribly. Cause see, our BELOVED Harem collecting Protagonist? She? Was AN Eve. "AN".

Take a wild fucking guess what THAT project is about.

Did you say "breeding a better race of humans"? Ding ding ding! With humanity currently fucked, they want to FIX the problem by FIXING humanity. And of course, fuck ethics! Volunteers? Why use those?! Let's horrifically mad scientist our way to atrocity-ville! Make it all the more "God rightfully punishing us for our unforgivable sins" when we get wiped out!

Fffffffuck YOU, plot! I have to live here too!

You may, in fact, be picking up a slight note of stir crazy. A "wow, this lady rambles like a mother fucker" vibe. You would TOO, if you were stuck in a FUCKING TUBE. All I can do, day in and day out? Is wake, think, observe, then go right back to sleep. I can't even eat! I got a TUBE for that!

I... I miss showers.

Everything is GOO.

I'm an Eve. And if it weren't for the air tube controlng my breathing? I'd laughing hysterically until I died. And no, not in the "oh how funny" way. God. Oh... oh god. What a way to die. NONE of the Eves survive "the program".

Those IDIOTS are so OBSESSED with making bigger and bigger, better and better, FUCKING JUGGERNAUTS? That the Adams? Have long since reached the point of "mindless killing machine". UNSTABLE is putting it lightly. There is sexual dimorphism and then there's literal incompatibility.

But GOD FORBID the scientists admit that THEY are the ones with the inferior product.

It... it was even part of the game's plot. The scientist who made "Eve" HID her while HE made an Adam. I do not have that luxury. Somewhere, there is an unstable BESERKER being told I'm his "wife". That we're going to be HAPPY together. That he'll get to put his bruising, blood soaked hands anywhere he WANTS... just after he WINS me from the other Adam's.

Got to prove HE'S the best specimen, after all.

It makes my skin crawl. All I can hope, is that I can either provoke the bastard enough to kill me before they have a chance to stop him, or? I use my own enhanced strength to snap my neck. Maybe bite my tounge. Like HELL am I letting an Adam get near me.

The hiss of laboratory doors.

"Perfection at last..." Comes a relieved sigh. "All those HIDEOUS specimens. Why they make me suffer them, I'll never understand. We should have terminated them months ago. My poor project, they really think they're WORTHY of you..."

There's a derisive laugh. The scientist strolling into the lab I've been developing in, familiar. I watch him casually shrug off his lab coat and dump is bag. Hang his coat over the back of his chair. Turn, as he does each day, to STARE up at me. His eyes are a pale, pale purple the likes of which I've never seen before.

They're HAUNTING.

There is almost a red tint to them, though maybe that's the lights. The goo. I can never tell. He always looks ENTRANCED by me. Floating, visored, connected to far too many tubes an' wires. I'd think it was the fact that I was naked if it weren't for the way his gaze doesn't seem to drift lower then my shoulders. Seems more entranced by the way my hair moves, as though under water.

I've never once heard him talk about me lustfully.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't SCARE me.

"Let's begin, shall we? Time for your daily doses, mmm?" He says, voice dangerously affectionate. As though i had CHOSEN to do this to myself. As though he were merely reminding me of my morning medicine and not the hell ahout to come. "Going to be good for me? I know you shall, you always are."

He turned back to his desk, his computer. A few keystrokes... and I could feel the pod above me begin to hum, as it awoke. Oh god. Oh god it never got easier. From the corner of my eyes, bright chemicals slide down thind lines and into my veins. Like lines of lava. Bolts of electricity and pain. It was... AGONY.

My muscles seized. Brain screeched, first to the screaming I wish I could make... then static. With the long practice of daily pain, it took me far away. The click, click, click of keys. The sound of his voice, so terribly PLEASED, as I hung there and just TOOK it. No restraints, no strugging, no damaging myself. Just unbearable fire in my veins and a brain far, far away.

"Good girl~"

Distantly a phone rang. He made an annoyed sound, but picked up regardless.

"What. I'm in the middle of- ...Excuse me? I'm quite sure I did not hear you correctly. I said 'NO'. She's not-....I will NOT BE-...What. Are you out of your god damned MIND? That pile of scraps you call a project is coming NOWHERE near my-! ....you think you're clever, don't you?"

"Fine. You want to TALK? Let's TALK, Anderson. I'll be there in five."

From far away, past the pain, I watched him chance down at something at the screen. Back up to me. He hung up the phone but did not pause the program. Instead, calmly rising from his desk. Shrugging on his lab coat. Rounding the desk and striding towards my bio-tube.

"Hmmm, honestly, it should have been spaced out over a few more days... but you can take it. Endure a bit longer for me, would you, darling? Daddy's going to go deal with something for just a moment, he'll be right back, my perfect girl. Be good."

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to my tank. One hand splayed next to it like he badly wished he could touch. Could stroke skin. Hold his creation close. It was not the first time he had done this. Small, covetous, little actions like he wanted to crawl inside my skin and STAY there. Like he cursed the glass that separated us.

He pulled back. Shifted to the side and kneeled. He... had hidden something behind my bio-pod? When? Apparently before I had become aware. Because I had not known about it. A black shoe box. I watched him open i-GUN. Thaaaat was a gun! Fuck. Well at least? By the time anyone thinks to look in on me? The overdose will probably have killed me?

There is a cold, terrible smile on his face as he rolls to his face. Tucking the gun into an inner pocket. It has a silencer. He leans forward one last time. Lightly kissing the glass of my pod, as though heading off to work and not to very obviously kill somebody. The pain continues. Builds. I watch him leave.

With nothing to anchor myself on... time blurs.

I think? There are alarms? Red lights flash. Then they stop. There is shouting at one point. But then silence. An explosion? Or am I hallucinating? Pain. My nerves are on fire. I don't want to have SKIN. Please... please make it STOP! Calm foot steps? Come to kill me? Please come to kill me. Make it STOP.

The lights died a... time? Ago? Emergency lights on now. Generators in the room are loud. Why can I still hear the feet? Footses? Words. H..hurts. please.

Click.

The pain eases to a stop. Aching but nothing new. Over? Oh, thank god. I can sleep now, right? But... sound? New. At my feet. Gurgling. Wha-? The very top of my head feels cold. Then my forehead. Then my temple's and ears, cheeks, jaw... wait. Is? Is the tube...DRAINING? I open my eyes.

When did I close them?

He's back.

Standing right in front of the tube. Blood staining the hem of his coat, lingering marks of his massacre cleaned but not quite scrubbed from his body. There are little off red stains on his cheek, from what must be blood splatter. They look like tiny freckles.

I'm... I can't...

I reach as the tube down my throat is pulled almost carelessly away by the machine. Choke, suffocate, as the same is done for my air tube. But then it's done... and I can BREATHE under my own power. Gasp and splutter, as the goo sloshes around my knees. Then it's gone. And the tube I've been leaning my weight against is roughly pulled away.

I collapse forward, my muscles having never actually supported me in this life.

Arms catch me. Wrapping me in a possessive hug. A hand immediately burying itself in long uncut hair, even as the other wraps itself around my torso to lean me against his body in a cradle. My face is pressed to his neck by the hand in my hair, cradling my head and neck. I can feel breath against the goo wet crown of my head.

"Finally~" he breaths out, whispering it against me like a sigh. "My beautiful, perfect girl. My darling creation. It took so LONG. Those retrobates interfering at every turn, lusting after you like ANIMALS, trying to keep you from me. Then, worst of all, trying to toss you to some pack of savages? Oh, darling~ Daddy's been so worried for you."

"But we'll be okay now, won't we? I finally have you. All fresh and finally finished. My perfect Eve. You can pick any name you want, of course. You and I will be leaving this ugly little place. Daddy has PLANS. A fresh new world, just for you, sweetheart."

He laughed, his hug tightening in a way that would have left bruises had I been a normal human. Kisses were pressed to my temple. A cheek, rubbed against my hair. He seemed... seemed GIDDY with it. That nothing could stop him now. There was no glass in his way. I could not move yet. My muscles twitched when I tried, but that was it. I wasn't even sure I could talk yet, if I tried.

"Aaah~♡ Welcome to the World, Darling. My Perfection. My Eve. This time no snakes or Adams to tarnish you. To get in your way. Just you and your Father~"

"FOREVER~♡"

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[weirdsht]

I really love characters with the tendency to bleed and be some human sacrifice. Tysm kdj and krs. 😭 i have a new idea altho I'm not sure if somebody's already done this. Cale and the group with someone who coughs out blood everytime they spill spoilers from the tcf novel? Like she's been transmigrated/reincarnated (whatev you desire (⁠^⁠^⁠). Bro is trying to help so bad bc they hate war so they do it subtly and carefully (imagine having to be careful with your wording, I can't even--) but can't help but shit out blood sometimes or most of the time cos they forget and get frustrated

Forgive me for i love miserable characters...

Hardbound (Paperback pt. 2) - Cale x Reader

notes: I decided to link it to another oneshot I did before because I think it fits. I hope that's okay!

tags: blood, like the whole fic is blood, heavy cursing, Cale might be ooc, NOVEL SPOILERS (near the end of book 1)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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Crimson, the colour of Cale’s hair.

That was the colour Cale can see right now. However, he is not looking at his hair.

“Ugh!”

Instead, he was looking at the blood dripping from your mouth.

“Stop speaking. This is not good for you.”

“Why not? You cough up blood all the time. Why can’t I do the same?”

You joked lightly but Cale didn’t like how weak your voice sounded. Indeed, he always coughs up blood. Especially whenever he overuses his ancient powers. But the blood he coughs up is dark red. Dead blood from his regeneration powers cleansing his body.

Not the vibrant crimson blood dripping from your chin. Blood from a beating heart, a sign of vitality as Eruhaben would say.

“I need to continue, you need to know about this. We must hurry up so just- ugh… so just listen.”

When you told Cale you were going to pull a “World Tree-nim and a Cale combo”, he didn’t know what he expected. 

It certainly wasn’t you trying to give out spoilers from your beloved book and coughing out copious amounts of blood.

“There will be monsters. Ones too hard to– Ugh! Fuck! I’m sure you understand what I mean.”

Drip

“That’s two out of five. Those things will be in a pit. It’ll look like statues, you will also see… you will also see an altar there…”

Drip

Drip

“You don’t need to speak anymore. Please, the rest of us will figure it out.”

“No, no. I’m fine really… Bear bastard, you know who it is, hostages. He’ll– Ugh!”

Drip. Drip. Drip

“It’s Tasha’s people. For a summoning– Fuck that one really hurts! I'm trying to speak as vaguely as possible already, what the hell…”

“Please… I’m going to tape your mouth shut if you don’t shut up.”

Drip

Drip

Drip. Drip. Drip

“I’d like to see you try. The tape won’t stick with all– with all this blood.”

“Haaa”

“Enough jokes. The fourth and fifth ones are connected. In Endable, watch out for bears and black– watch out for black mages. And avoid– Shit! Avoid using instant. But I'm not sure if it's… if it's possible… I need to speak… to speak to Raon. The last spoiler is for him– ugh..!”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Cale wanted to refuse. He wanted this to end.

At first, it was just from your mouth.

The blood that is.

Then it started dripping from your left eye. Naturally, your right eye was next.

Then your nose. Then your ears.

Before the commander knew it, your entire face was covered with blood. He tried to wipe it, but they were dripping so quickly that it did nothing.

Cale doesn’t know how are you still conscious. He isn’t even sure if you’re still breathing. That was why he wanted you to shut up. That was why he desperately wanted this to stop.

But it can’t

Cale can’t refuse nor can he end this.

It was because you already made up your mind. And since you did, there’s no stopping you now.

So he gets Raon. Warned the toddler that the sight inside the room would not be pretty, but he must listen. Because their futures are resting upon the words you are about to say.

Upon the words written in your beloved book.

“Human…”

“I know… If you can’t listen I’ll listen for you and rely on the message.”

“No… I’m great and mighty. Because I’m great and mighty I shall listen to this conversation myself.”

Raon flew over to where you were. Placing himself on your lap as he uses his stubby paws to hug you.

“Ah, it feels comforting to have such a great and mighty being comforting me. But you’ll get blood on you– Ugh..!”

Drip. Drip.

The black dragon didn’t care about the blood. He just hugged you tighter at the sound of you coughing up more blood.

“Raon Miru-nim remember this well. Things might get messy and despite my meddling things might still go awry. So I’m telling you right now. In Endable, Cale might become incapacitated to fight– Fuck! Ugh, I promised to not curse in front of you…”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip…

Drip..

“It will be hard, you will need to do everything yourself, without Cale. In fact, you will have to do his job– ugh… but you must do well. Remember, the first thing you have to do is have Mila-nim on standby. She can heal him.”

Cough

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip

“I want to say more… but I’m reaching my limit…”

Raon tightened his hug and you weakly reciprocated it. You aren't sure if the wetness you feel in your shirt is from your blood or the dragon’s silent tears. Nonetheless, you still tried to hug Raon tighter.

In the meanwhile, Cale was already calling for servants and healers to attend to you as soon as you admitted your limit. His voice was laced with unusual panic. It made the others who didn’t know what was happening move with urgency.

“Raon-nim…”

“Yes?”

“You are strong, smart, great and mighty, always remember that.”

You weakly stroked Raon’s back, trying to comfort him in advance for the things about to come.

“Young master what’s going on–”

Beacrox and Ron stopped in their tracks when they saw the condition you were in.

“Ahahaha, you guys are right on time. I think… I’m going.. To…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence for you already fell unconscious. Your body dangerously swaying to fall off from your sitting position on the couch. Luckily, Cale was nearby and managed to catch your falling body.

Cale glanced at you, then he glanced at the open book on the table.

As usual, he couldn’t see what was written on the pages. He could only see the cover title at the front and the synopsis at the back.

But that doesn’t stop him from hating that damned book that put you in this state.

If only you haven’t read that book before coming here.

If only there wasn’t a restriction placed on you by that damned book.

If only…

“Fuck, after this war is done I’m going to try and burn that shitty book one way or another. I don’t care anymore if it’s your favourite.”

note: in case it wasn't clear, the placement of the drips signifies how fast the reader's blood was gushing out

[whitegoldtower]

How my favourite Skyrim NPCs sleep:

Ancano: In the college? Miserably. Spends most of the night irritable and on the verge of tears because everything’s damp and cold. Avoids his room as much as physically possible until he’s practically asleep on his feet. If you’ve taken him home with you, however, he will sleep like a baby. He doesn’t move around, doesn’t make a sound, merely curls up all soft and warm. He tolerates about half an hour of cuddling before shooing you away.

Ondolemar: Values his beauty sleep, strangely enough. He works late, but also sleeps late. He’s never been seen walking around the keep any earlier than 10AM. He snores and drools. Doesn’t enjoy being cuddled because he gets too warm. There is a barrier of pillows between you both.

Cicero: If you can even get him to sleep in the first place, he’s a little angel for the first two hours. Not a peep. Perfectly still… and then his leg jerks. He giggles, then wails, then rolls over about three times before becoming peaceful again for another thirty minutes before the process repeats. There’s a dagger under his pillow. An accident waiting to happen. If you’re brave enough to sleep next to him, you’re probably going to wake up with bruises from being kicked.

Vingalmo: has his hair wrapped up in the finest silks to sleep. The only vampire who sleeps with his legs dangling out of either side of the coffin - he likes the feeling of the cold draught on his feet and, for some reason, sleeping with his knees touching is a sensory issue. If you’re in the coffin with him, your only option is to lay on top of him because he is an utter starfish.

Teldryn Sero: Menopausal Mer, my beloved. Kicks the covers off because hot flashes are hell, and sleeps against the wall with his legs pressed against the cold surface like a fucked up little spider. The sheets are almost always damp. If you’re sleeping next to him, he won’t bother you, and might even lean over to give you a little kiss if he wakes up in the night, but at some point you will roll over and feel some foreign object underneath you before realising that he keeps Ye Olde Dwemer Lost Mary in the bed with him.

Neloth: peepaw is back and forth the fucking toilet like clockwork. You HAVE to sleep against the wall because if he wakes up and has to climb over you to get out of bed he will make it your problem. You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen and grunting before he comes back to bed with a magelight bright enough to light up blackpool fucking tower, and then he promptly rips the covers off you to keep himself warm.

Erandur: is a cuddler. He will cuddle you and keep you safe and warm, will make sure that you’re all tucked in and comfy, and he will fall asleep after you do. You wake up before him, though, and he’s probably snuggling a pillow with the bedcovers up around his ears.

Elenwen: has to wear an eye mask because she sleeps with her eyes open. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t even look like she’s breathing. Is she even alive? You question as you lean over, and then she draws in a large breath, sighs, and makes a vaguely disgusted sound before rolling over. Occasionally chuckles in her sleep. She does cricket legs under the blankets to get comfy and will 100% put her feet on you, either to cool them down or to subject them to a new texture.

Lydia: likes to spread out and doesn’t like to share. If you do end up sharing, make sure those bedsheets are fucking safety pinned down because she rips ass like a champ. Other than that, she’s pretty cuddly once adjusted to having you next to her, and doesn’t kick around or make too many noises. It would take a literal bomb going off to wake her up once she’s asleep, and she *will* get pissed off if you wake her up and it’s not important.

Farkas: is actually really fucking funny. You can hold a conversation with him. He has a really specific ‘sleep chuckle’ which is literally the Skyrim NPC laugh in his voice (the “heh heh heh”). However, he also sometimes makes some rather lewd sounds. Dude whimpers. He’s a professional little spoon (which is funny considering his stature), and adores being cuddled from behind. Also loves having his back rubbed - it will send him to sleep.

[moodymisty]

I absolutely love Mortarion. Could I please get a few nsfw head cannons of the lovely man with a dominant female partner. In my rat brain he has a massive praise kink and is the biggest sub ever.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: Now I know I said I’m not a Mortarion girl but you know what? I stan this. Speak your gospel anon I'm in a pew at service. I haven’t dived full in on death guard lore though, so forgive any minor character inaccuracies.

Relationships: Mortarion/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW-ish, Mortarion's overall existence, General 40kness, uh oh stinky

First one we gotta establish that this, -vaguely gestures to all of Mortarion- is a wreck. This man has so much wrong with him that it's not even funny it's just sad.

'Praise' for him in my opinion can be just as simple as being at least somewhat kind. Agreeing with his ambitions, supporting them, saying he's right. That he deserves better than what life he's been dealt.

Mortarion is kind of the 'forgotten' Primarch, so having someone groom his pride even if it's just a baseline human is probably gonna make his day a little bit.

But in a more, intimate context? It’s gonna be a lot less of praising his decisions, and more so of praising him. You love him after all, and you’re going to make that known.

But it's gonna take a hell of a convincing to get him to not posture around.

He's a Primarch, they aren't in the market of submitting. It's what they were created for, which he knows well.

Having his beloved in his lap while they tell him that they love him though is, different.

He's not of the mind thinking that anyone would ever want him like that. Sure he's a Primarch, he could have whatever he wanted, but it still surprises him a bit. He knows well he's not as charming (or manipulative) as his fellow Primarchs.

So saying anything that tells him (or shows him) that you want him is a massive button pusher.

The first time you told him without holding back that the next time he had enough time to himself that you wanted him, he was so lost. He'd also never told so many people to fuck off as he did then. He chased your tail all the way back to his personal bedchambers and locked himself in with you.

Surprisingly easy to get him totally lost in it. He goes from being a well spoken warrior to being a mess within minutes. Especially if it’s been awhile, and you’re intent on pulling out all the stops.

Likes to grab. He makes sure to try and be gentle though (even if Mortarion isn't' the strongest primarch he can still do serious damage). Will still more than likely end up with marks on your thighs anyways though.

Just, maybe plan to not do anything too strenuous the next day. Cause even if you're the one with the reins, it's still a massive undertaking (eyes too big for your stomach much?) to sleep with a Primarch.

[greetingfromthedead]

Welcome to a new world of lust and desire!

This is a series of smut oneshots taking place in an Alternate Universe where our beloved Trigun characters are dragon shifters. There is a loose sub-plot connecting the chapters to one another, but there is really no need to read any of this for the plot.

Attention: This is a Trigun x succubus!Reader collection with different partners, both male and female!

Introduction

The Trigun characters here are all dragon shifters unless said otherwise. Generally they are much larger than regular humans, hovering at around the 8ft mark, unless they are Meryl, who is still small compared to the others, now more like a regular tall woman. The dragons have their own affiliations (Vash = Sun Dragon, Knives = Moon Dragon, Wolfwood = Storm Dragon etc) and that comes with its own quirks. They can also shift at will (partially or completely), but they do always keep their horns. You are a succubus (human sized), feeding off their lust and growing more powerful as you get fucked by those delicious creatures. Your presence alone drives them crazy and you are well aware of it, taking advantage of it at every turn. Your goal is to make this nest of lust even more potent as that's what gives you life.

My version of the characters and their dynamics is a bit of a mix of all the different iterations, but their descriptions are generally kept vague enough so you can imagine whatever version you want and add your own HC to it as you please. Occasionally I am self-indulgent, like physically describing Wolfwood as a softer, untoned, tanned, hairy man. And Vash has a skeletal prosthesis cause I like the look and have plans for it.

Premise

All the dragons of the world have been pushed into living in one small area, focused around a mansion built into a mountain. Faced with their dwindling existence, the last remaining shifters indulge in each other, seeking passion and relief from each other's bodies in a messy polygamous dynamic. This lustfulness sends ripples through the fabric of the worlds, accidentally summoning you, a succubus from a hellish plane, into their midst to sow even more desire and mischief.

DISCLAIMER!!! VERY VERY VERY IMPORTANT TO READ BEFORE YOU CONTINUE:

This is a work of fiction. Duh. Don't take it too seriously. For all intents and purposes, all the sexual acts are consensual!!! Any dub con is fictional and play pretend. If it makes you feel better, they had the talk behind the scenes and the safe-word is "hullaballoo". Obviously I do not condone any non con or dub con irl, leave that shit in fiction and if anyone disagrees, they can fuck off to Hell. Do read the tags and TWs of the fics, but be aware that my tagging skills are "meh" and I occasionally forget things.

Oneshots (in order of events)

The oneshots are connected, but there is no need to look for a plot, feel free to read what you want in whatever order you want.

Drop of Lust (M/M/F ft Vashwood, 5k) - as Vash and Wolfwood have their way with each other, they accidentally end up summoning you into their world, but you don't get to watch them for long as they are drawn to you and include you in their fun. You make sure they both understand just who you are by bringing them unmatched pleasure and allowing them to fuck you into heavenly bliss.

Ignorance Brings Bliss (Vash, 2.6k) - Vash wants to take care of you by giving you the option to use the large Roman style bath and bringing you food, but due to some misunderstandings, you both end up wet and wild, finding alternate uses for some of the food items he brought with him.

Seduction (Knives, 3.2k) - You seek a warm embrace to spend the night, following the music through the mansion. You find a grumpy Knives playing the organ in his room and use your arts of seduction to completely wrap him around your finger, making him desire you more than anything else in the world.

More coming soon...

Didn't get your fill or not quite what you're looking for? Check out my MASTERLIST for more PG and Explicit Trigun content!

[theroundbartable]

Okay, if you were asked who are in Merlin BBC & Voltron that you can see based on canon that are gay/bi/pan/demi, which characters are they? Why?

What a fun ask I'm totally not doing to procastinate on cooking... XD

BBC Merlin

Arthur Pendragon is, in my head, demiromantic and bisexual... It sort of depends on the circumstances/episode. Arthur needs a very long time to really feel connections with people and only starts to consider love after he really gets to know them, hence his constant search for true love in the show. With Merlin I'm not entirely sure if he was attracted to him instantly, strangely enough feeling a connection from the moment they met, or if it takes him till the end of the series when Merlin confesses his magic and finally shows his true self to realise the depth of his feelings.

Merlin is, well... Bi Bi Bi. A disaster bi in fact. With a preference for sweaty men in metal boxes, he's not very peculiar. However, Merlin is a one person hyperfixation kind of guy. Most people are convinced that Merlin's gay.

Gwen: I feel like most people in BBC Merlin are bi and Gwen is no exception. Like Merlin, she prefers the hero type in metal uniforms. But she also had a thing for Morgana in the beginning.

Morgana: lesbian. I have never seen a woman so disinterested in men, I'm not surprised that they casted Katie McGrath in supergirl as supergirls love interest. I might settle for homoromantic and asexual. But definitly in love with Gwen in the very beginning.

Sir Leon, my beloved, the immortal, the one and only, the eternal suffering aro/ace. I don't have to explain this one. The only counter moment is the Lamia episode where Leon suddenly develops interest in women out of nowhere. My personal take is that anyone could be fallen under a Lamia's spell, this one just had a taste for men (and male presenting).

Sir Elian: once upon a time I clocked them as nonbinary and sadly that's as far as I thought into this character. Pretty sure he's aromantic. He/they pronouns. I dunno, I don't think Elian would conform to anything if given a choice. Aromantic too, I think. Like Leon, there is no interest there, but he does play around with Percival and Gwaine quite often, so I'd take that as allosexual.

I am excluding Gwaine because I think canon Gwaine is written as a straight oblivious fuckboy. Albeit a kind one XD fanon Gwaine is often poly/ pan... Or into apples. Lmao XD and I'm not sure about Percival because the man has a dead wife and kids.

Voltron

Keith: with his lack of interest in women, he can only be gay. That man looks at no one quite the same as he looks at Lance. what the hell was the whole bonding thing if not a hint for post canon klance? Sorry, not sorry XD rivals to best friends to lovers.

Lance: *bi bo bi* bisexual lighting Lance. Doesn't matter if you prefer klance or shallura, this man is a walking bi flag. I don't know what you mean by proof, just look at this wiggly boy with the fingerguns. He can't even sit straight! Can't do math either. He's perfect!

Shiro: probably the only character in my entire history of shipping that I would unqueer without feeling bad about it. I know he's gay, I just don't really see it in the writing. Of course there aren't always clear signs that someone is gay which is why this is good rep actually (+he's married), but you asked me for proof in the show and all I see is that this man is a dad. That's his gender and his orientation and that's all I really need to know.

Pidge: aro/ace because I love my aroaces and this child loves robots and robots only. Also nonbinary/genderqueer. Pronouns: fuck/off XD

I think Lotor should have been bi. Pre-canon Lotor had us Langsters ship Lotor x Lance and it was so much fun :D

Bob: gender: evil, orientation: villain. I hate this guy

Coran: the georgous man is either gay or pan. More likely pan because I vaguely remember he had a son?

I hope I answered your question reasonably enough XD thank you for the ask, anon :3

[kimbapisnotsushi]

here are some more miscellaneous post-ts headcanons but this time we're not going pro teams we're taking a walk on the side of your average working adult let's go!!

okay let's be real do we REALLY think lev is in charge of his own social media accounts bc i feel like that's a dumpster fire waiting to happen

i'm going to say yes because it's funny as hell

he tweets things like "lol i worked with [insert older veteran actor here] today i had no idea he was such an asshole" and gets frantic phone calls from the pr team like three seconds after posting

his instagram is also full of like. really blurry casual pics and just doesn't look professionally curated at all but the fans love him for it

i'm actually super curious as to whether he gets typecasted a lot and if so i'd love to know what it is

i want to say goofy comic relief side character?? so when he gets selected for a serious drama role nobody is expecting him to blow it out of the water but he does!!!!!!

also another thing lev does that gives his pr team a heart attack is when he posts anything vaguely related to his love life. which funnily enough are the only quality non-shitposts he does himself

like you've got the aesthetic silhouettes against a wall, the hands intertwined on a candlelit table, the vague tweets of "so lucky to wake up next to you. wish it would never end <3" and everyone's going WILD trying to figure out who it is

(and, well, nobody is going to notice shibayama yuuki liking the posts amidst all the other pro volleyball players who do, right?)

shirabu's got a rep in med school for having the worst fucking bedside manner of all time

well not really i think he's like. the kind where fellow/older colleagues and such judge him for it and they think that he could stand to be a LITTLE bit nicer but if he works with kids or whatever i bet the kids would actually really like him.

he's dry and straightforward and calm and takes them seriously and treats them like adults. the only thing he does to baby them is dumb down the medical jargon into an explanation they can actually understand

ugh shirabu actually makes me really soft for what an asshole he is

oh but if you're a bitch ass bastard for no reason he'll try to be as snarky as he can be without like. getting reported to hr or whatever

sorry i know this probably isn't how medical professionalism works irl once again i just think it'd be really funny

also can i just say that i think it's the funniest fucking thing that komi became an actor. like where the hell did THAT come from

i feel like he got thrust into doing a role for a class play during cultural festival season and got hooked on it probably? because literally when else would he have the time to get into/practice that kind of shit

that's probably a fun fact he drops during a magazine interview or something LMAAAAO

"yeah volleyball practice took up most of my time, and i never really thought about doing anything else. but then things changed in my third year of high school when i got cast for cinderella . . ."

speaking of fukurodani. yukie and kaori my beloveds

i skipped out on them during my managers post which i regret deeply and dearly so here they are!!

full disclaimer i don't know how sports promoters actually work i'm assuming they promote whatever sports games they are assigned instead of just sticking to one sport only? which means that whenever kaorie gets her hands on something that isn't volleyball she gets a dozen texts from bokuto moaning about betrayal and treason and all that

when kaori gets with someone she meets through work (so someone on a pro sports team) the rest of fukurodani are like "okay but he's a BASEBALL PLAYER" as if being a baseball player is the most atrocious thing a person could be

kaori's like "guys come ON i told him all of you were cool!" and everyone's like "now why in the world would you tell him that"

yukie has a decently popular cooking channel that is loved not for her yummy recipes or her aesthetic filming but because none of her kitchenware matches

she just collects whatever she likes + a bunch of shit that's been gifted to her and while it should make her kitchen look cluttered it's all just very cozy and lived-in

like. all her pots and pans are different colors and themes. no pair of chopsticks are the same. she has a ladle shaped like a dinosaur and a teapot glazed with magnolias on the side

her recipes DO slap tho she and osamu collab a lot

UGH i love them living nice fulfilling adult lives i wish that were me

[alexalessandro]

Okay, are y'all ready for an unhinged theory about Fig?

So we all heard this at the end of the first episode.

"You've been holding onto a piece of magic for a long time... If you take me, you know what you would save. And you smell something sour and curdled."

Now, that's fucking ominous, but I wanna focus on the "something sour and curdled" because that's an odd way to phrase it, right?

Now, this is apparently from a piece of magic Fig has been holding onto for a long time, and Fig's phrasing at the end there:

"I come from hell, we make deals with devils"- Is vague and also blatantly wrong. Fig doesn't literally come from Hell. Our girl comes from the suburbs but is now a devil, the Archdevil of rebellion.

So, I think the one making a deal is not necessarily Fig, but whoever is calling out to Fig is making a deal with her, as she's the devil in the exchange, and I think the creature may not necessarily be devilish in nature.

And who is this creature making a deal with fig? Something that has been with her for a long time, something that smells curdled?

Gilear.

NOW HOLD ON COOL YOUR JETS!

HEAR ME OUT OKAY!!

It's been a joke theory in the FH fandom for a while now that Gilear acquired some extraplanar energy from 1. Dying this many times, and 2. Dying in hell. If they got frequent revivify miles, Gilear's Soul definitely got em.

Now, the fact that Fig smells something curdled immediately calls back to Gilead's Curdled milk and lemon yogurt bit in sophomore year (and his overall yogurt obsession from freshman year). It makes sense that if he became an eldritch being of any kind dairy would be a big part of his supernatural brand.

I would also not put it past Brennan to turn Gilear into a more plot-relevant being, considering his popularity within the fandom, the bad kids, and his presence in the Dropout merch store before the season drop (a whole Gilear plush, really? Don't get me wrong I love it but I'll absolutely be taking that as theory fodder thank you very much).

It would also make sense to link Gilear to Fig's magic this way, not only because a lot of his deaths had to do with devilish ends (The Balgura, literally dying in hell, TWICE, and dying by wearing the armor of one of the seven deadly sins), but also because who else has been there with Fig since the beginning? A piece of her that has been with her for a long time? There's also the fact that Gilear is the first soul she revivified after becoming the archdevil of anarchy and rebellion, and that oughta create a deeper magical bond, right?

We all know how Brennan feels about Gilear "HE'S JUST A GUY! SOME PEOPLE HAVE TO BE NORMAL!!!" But Gilear's life has not been normal since the bad kids, and as much as Brennan is a DM, he's also a producer of the show: "As a DM, my faith in you as a player was not shaken for a single moment. As a producer of the show, I went, Fabian Aramaris Seacaster is one of the most beloved characters of any property on our platform, and we are going to watch him die in real-time, and no agent of the company has the ability to intercede!"

As a DM, Brennan hates Gilear and doesn't understand how he became one of the most beloved characters of any property on D20's platform (especially when he put more effort in and cared more about other parental characters in the show, as he said in a crown of candy adventuring party I believe). As a producer of the show, Brennan understands Gilear's importance in the Fantasy High brand. And if his plush is anything to go by, I think Brennan did not forget about our favorite sad elf dad when planning the storylines of junior year.

Anyway, insanity over, can't believe we have to wait a whole week for the next episode.

[robots-are-kinda-hot]

((long post incoming)) hi i havent posted in seven years. have slugcats

@ant1quarian is to blame for this. go look at their rain world utmv au before I implode

Side note I refer to Saint as he but none of my chars care abt gender bc i blasted them with the genderfluid beam

He would be . going thru it LMAO

I’m sure “fallen saint” did not mean a saint who probably deserved to be fallen but fuck it we ball. The problem with my Saint is he will ascend everything. Whether they want it or not. This creates a shit ton of echoes. So him losing his powers (likely due to a certain oc of mine) would actually be a good thing… eventually

At first he’d be pissed as all hell. Stays pissed as all hell when he meets Dust, Killer, and Cross (or whoever else). Getting to know them goes… ehhh. They all travel together, but Saint is trying to stay distant so he can move up karma. He’s also still very angry about losing his powers, but bottling it up bc saints shouldn't have emotions (according to him).

This comes to a head when someone gives the slightest suggestion of liking being alive. He shuts them down so fast it’s almost comical, but any good vibes are killed when Saint mentions how he ascended everything he came across. Cue argument about maybe Not Doing That. Cue Saint’s outburst (“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S WRONG?!”)

Saint storms away from the group and sleeps in a different shelter alone. He… ends up thinking a little too much and has a bit of a breakdown. Begrudgingly goes back to the group once the rain stops, looking for forgiveness, and he FINALLY gets a crumb of character development. THEN the stage is set for eventual shipping shenanigans huehehehe (Saint still needs some more character development before he has anything official though, the bastard)

Design notes (because my saint design is a bit strange if you don’t know the context) + bonus old Artificer art bc she didn’t make it in here </3 dw i still love u arti

So… I’m gonna avoid talking about the main part of his design for funsies but its blaringly obvious. feel free to guess I’m like 80% sure everyone will get it

-My Saint actually has six tentacles/“wings”- three on either side so he’s symmetrical. After he falls, he loses a wing to represent said fall.

-The Saint in the first drawing is different on purpose! That’s him at the start with no echoes :] ironically the more echoes he meets the more echoed he gets

-At least one of his ears are always askew. This has to do with his main design aspect.

-He does have teeth. Kinda. He probably wouldn’t need to eat when fallen though, he’s echoed enough to not need it

-The three thingies on his forehead act like heat sensors. This lets Saint see at lower karma levels without getting snow blindness.

-He has pupils, but they’re the karma 10 symbol… which he no longer has, so he no longer has pupils too

Arti… oh, arti. My beloved. What the fuck did I do to you /pos

I missed you and all your triangular edgy goodness. You’ll get a few modifications but your cool ass face shadow and demon horn ears are staying

A little note about Artificer’s design, too: She does have her scar here! It’s just not visible under her shadow. My Artificer got so swept up in her rampage that she straight up forgot about her pups. Not coincidentally, her scar is vaguely shaped like a slugpup’s head. She’s blocking out the memories of her past in favor of needless bloodshed.

Not pictured is her fire fur that I still adore. Basically sometimes her fur just… isn’t fur, it’s fire, and while it is a more symbolic thing I love the idea of her fur turning to flames when she jumps

[lullabiesfromhell]

Make love?

Yuta x reader

“Yuta..” I whispered his name, his head sat above my thighs comfortably while he watched the shapes of the clouds, studying them and creating stories with them. My voice however, interrupted his daydreams as his head shifted to look up at me.

“Yes my love?” He asked, pondering what I could possibly be wondering.

I stared into his round puppy eyes, nervous for the upcoming words which were about to escape the cave that was my mouth.

“I think—I think I’m ready.” I declared to him. Although my statement was vague, my dearest boyfriend understood my intentions immediately. His whole body suddenly shifted so he could get a better look at me, get a better feel as to see if I was fucking around or not (because I’m a tease like that).

“You’re… s-s-serious??” He stated nervously, shifting his eyes from my own to the bright green grass. Yuta has always been the shy type, not pushy at all. We’d been friends for over a year in jujutsu high before I declared my love for him just 8 months ago, and ever since then, we’ve been inseparable. I’m the only one who truly knows Yuta and the hell he’s been through.

I brushed his hair through my fingers, as I stared into his eyes lovingly, passionately and lustfully. It had been a hard decision with all the stigma between sweet love making; a concept so passionate, so sacred, and yet so demonized. An intimate bonding between two lovers, the ultimate way your cells connect and become one.

“Im sure, my darling, I trust you with everything I have… I want to give you my everything…” I began as I gently pushed his body down, getting on top of him and sitting on his pelvis, “my love…” I began to kiss up his upper torso, earning me a surprised gasp from my beloved “my years…” I began to kiss up to his neck until I reached his jaw, nibbling at it gently. “Y-Y/N I-“ he tried to form a coherent sentence which almost seemed impossible to him in his current state. “And… my body.” I whispered into his ear, before I leaned in and stopped at his lips, looking into his shocked, widened eyes, taking initiative and sharing a kiss with him—which he seemed thrilled to return.

The heated makeout session lasted around 3 minutes tops. We both pulled away, face red and lungs needy for air. Yuta put his hand on my cheek, making me look up at him, his eyes full of concern, worry, love and lust.

“Are you sure about this honey? I mean, this kinda came out of no where.. I wouldn’t wish for you to do something you’d regret later on. Maybe you should dwell on it a bit more.” He said.

I put my hand over his and hummed in response.

“This is why I love you. This is why I trust you. Because you know just how—meaningful this is for me how—sacred this act is for me… just how much this particular sort of bonding is a huge step, bigger than people give it credit for..

Yuta, I trust you with everything I have, my love. I’ve been contemplating this decision ever since our first kiss, which was 5 months ago.. and in the end, my final decision is to—give you my all to—give you every part of me. For us to get to know each other more intimately in every single way possible. I.. I love you Yuta!”

Yuta stayed silent for a few seconds, around 10 or so. He just looked at me in complete awe, unable to form any words as they were useless now. All the communication that was needed was the look in our eyes. That said enough. All that mattered now was what was next. His expression finally shifted into a crescent smile, he grabbed both my hands, intertwining our fingers as he stared at my e/c orbs.

“Okay then, my love. If you feel ready, then I’m ready.. I also wish to conquer the world with you.”

Pt 2?? 👀

[six-of-ravens]

Main Seasons of TAZ Ranked (according to my own personal opinions):

Balance. No-brainer, one of those beautiful happy accidents that happen sometimes. The evolution from "4 comedians playing DND for a lark" to "seriously amazing storytelling and collaborative effort" is flawless. Also the story and characters are so fun. Taako revolutionized me as a person.

Amnesty. Beloved monster of the week. Flawless characters, exciting paranormal-sci fi plot, unique and interesting monsters, delightful little ski town. FRENCH ONION SOUP. goatman disguised as Ryan Gosling. gets a little muddled at the end and the gang did miss several chances to include key side characters like Pigeon and the FBI Agent, but overall a solid effort

TAZ vs Dracula. Absolutely delightful. Spiritual successor to Balance in some ways. Perfect gothic setting. Excellent hilarious side characters. Sports druids. Love triangle between Dracula, Frankenstein, and a clone of Dracula. Phyleaux (sp?) getting turned into a puppet in like episode 3. Mutt being like an 1800s Winchester brother. Lady Godwin my eyes are up here thank you.

Steeplechase. Fucking amazing setting, Justin was truly living his Disney dad dream. Characters didn't stand out as much to me but the setting and adventures made up for it. Love the whole setup. The Abandoned Child Floor. The people who have fallen for a conspiracy that they're in outer space instead of a theme park. Krystal with a K. So many delightful shenanigans.

Ethersea. This one was ambitious. I love the setting, and Amber Gris, but I think they tried too hard to make this one serious, and the boys made some character arc choices they weren't able to deliver on because they ran out of time. That said, Justin making his character stop talking to Travis's character because Devo was being a brat and then having to field real life rumours that the brothers had a falling-out was fuckin hilarious. Speaking of, I did actually miss a lot of Devo's parts bc the fake french accent was triggering my misophonia so I ended up skipping through his longer speeches. So that may be partially why I didn't get it. Still a solid arc, and I hope they do a second season someday.

Graduation. Okay, I tried. I really did! I listened to like 20 episodes! But sadly Travis did fall for a lot of beginner writer mistakes like infodumping and having too many side characters, and when you're playing a collaborative game those are amplified threefold, because it's not just "oh this book is kinda boring" there are 3 people who are shut out of the game lol. Also there just wasn't enough action for me, and Clint's vaguely Scottish accent.... misophonia hell lmao. Also this was The Covid Arc and during that time I was so anxious and depressed I basically cut all podcasts except my true crime ones so maybe mental illness is to blame. Idk maybe I'll try it again someday but I didn't like it very much the first couple times I tried.

Outre Space, which I have not listened to because I kept saying I was going to read the comic it's based off of first and I still haven't, and I'm not really into marvel anymore anyway so idk if I'll ever get into it. I feel like they only did this one because they were contractually obligated to do spon con anyway, none of the boys seemed super thrilled in the announcement for it

[waitafrikk]

In regards to hot Fuzz and sandman crossover, Hobb spends the early 00s up in Somerset (I do not remember the name of the village it has been far too long), He's best friends with Danny, I just feel like those two would get on great they have the same appreciation for life I think

Hobb has also been sacrificed For The Greater Good (the greater good) around 8 times now, putting on a more ridiculous cover each time, he's driving the council insane but they can't prove hes the same guy without admitting they tried to kill him (alternatively, they arrange several "accidents" that he only survived because he's immortal, and they can be as mad as they like but they can't show that they're upset about it)

For the second option I like Hobb as oblivious as possible for shenanigans, I take him very much as a Supernatural Stuff Doesn't Affect Him Because He Doesn't Expect It To kind of guy (I haven't read the comics and I ignore most canon anyways)

When nick arrives in town everything proceeds as normal except he has one vaguely sensible person to talk to who also knows and misses London a little, so maybe his character development is a little slower or maybe he's a little nicer to Danny idk

(idk also like to insert world end in here because Gary King My Beloved Blorbo but idk how to slot that really so)

Anyways, at climax, Hobb realises/catches them trying to kill nick/they decide Hobb is also more trouble than he's worth so they try N off him too

Hobb joins Nick on the ride back to town except Danny and nick get to witness this Seemingly? Normal? Guy? Just fucking, destroy people with a fucking sword????? He claims it's because hes taught history/theatre, Danny's not questioning it because it's fucking cool as hell and Nick is too tired at this point

This fall's into my favourite character of fan content, Hobbs Adventures In Other Media

YESS YESS YESS !!!! SOO TRUE

ive been working on a potential cross over whenever i have the time so hopefully it moves out of the realms of WIPs

[pb-dot]

Film Friday: Event Horizon

Fun fact: Time is an illusion and I keep forgetting what weekday it is, but anyway: This October, I've decided to dedicate my FF entries to horror movies that I feel deserve a little more attention. First up to bat is none other than the best space horror movie that doesn't feature Sigourney Weaver and Ian Holm, the infamous Event Horizon.

In the real world, an Event Horizon is the zone around a black hole where the gravity is so strong that not even light can escape, and as such we cannot observe what's going on there in any meaningful way. In retrospect, it was perhaps unwise to name the ship built to take humanity's first Faster Than Light journey by performing a jump by using experimental gravity technology after the phenomenon, but hindsight, as they say, is 20/20.

The story follows the salvage crew on the salvage vessel Lewis & Clark who are sent to recover the Event Horizon. The Horizon has, after a lengthy absence in Parts Unknown, jumped back towards Sol and is now caught in Jupiter's gravity well and showing no signs of life. Along for the ride is Dr. Weir, the troubled physicist whose work was instrumental in the gravity drive that took the Even Horizon out of charted space, and indeed regular space itself.

One thing in particular I like is that the movie takes the form of a journey from a haunted house in space to something considerably more Hellraiser-esque. Something in the ship, or perhaps the ship itself, has been changed by the journey, and its effect on its former crew is messy and unsettling, to say the least. For the first two acts, it's all about having a Bad Feeling About This Place and Weir growing steadily more unreliable as events escalate from the expected search and salvage mission into a desperate struggle to survive in a location that very much wants you vivisected, surrounded by the mercilessly uninhabitable world of Open Space.

Things turn Hellraiserways bit by bit as we're offered recordings of the Event Horizon's former crew, there's a very notable change of tone. Turns out that the ship's journey outside of normal space took it on a jaunt through hell or some secular equivalent of the same, and the things the crew did to themselves and each other are gruesome and kept just vague enough to leave a little room for the imagination to do some gnarly work.

There's actually some controversy around these scenes, and a rumor of a longer "uncut" version of the scenes have achieved a sort of "La Fin Absolute du Monde" genre nerd infamy. For my money, I think less is some times more, and the brief flashes of the atrocities we get to see are more than enough to establish that the movie isn't fucking around and force the tone from "Man this ship sure is spooky" to "WE! HAVE! TO! GET! OFF! THE! HELL! SHIP!" which is honestly what it's there for.

If I'm honest, restraint isn't really a thing the movie deals with outside of these scenes. The third act features some rather notable scenery-chewing by Sam Neil's Dr. Weir going full Store Brand Cennobite, and although he doesn't go quite as hard into the realm of ham, Laurence Fishburn also left the more subtle acting tools at the door for the movie's climax. It isn't bad per se, and it leads up to one of my beloved Hard-Earned W's Against Evil-endings, but it does leave me wishing Neil had either dialed it down a little to allow for meanance, or somehow went even more bombastic and reached that humanity-transcending intensity that he's trying for but not quite hitting.

Before I close up, I want to talk briefly about sound design. Event Horizon doesn't do much out of the ordinary, except for making some truly memorable soundscapes of Hellish Mayhem, and the sound of our heroes beating Dr Weir with some sort of Sci-Fi Tube being truly hilarious. One sound design decision I really like, however, is the background noise. There's a persistent bassy drone sound present in the first two acts or so of the movie, barely audible without amping the bass, and it's a simple, but clever move to unsettle your audience, because this almost-hearing-it does make our lizard brains get all sorts of wibbly.

So, in closing, Even Horizon is good messy fun. It's the kind of sci fi horror I feel we get in both games and books, but almost never in movies. It's probably because making dimensions of suffering and haunted space ships look good in the movies on a B-movie budget is easier said than done, and while I do love Event Horizon and know little about its budget and box office, I kinda doubt it made its money back. It's a shame, and probably one of the reasons we're not getting more of these, but boy howdy is it fun.

[daddyblackjack]

Arcane Ink - Chapter 20

Author's note: It's been a hot minute! I've started working, and also had about half of this chapter finished for a month and a half before I finally got out of my writers block lol. Pray that the next chapters will flow more smoothly. Pairing: Weskano (Albert Wesker x Vittorio Toscano) SFW(ish - there's no fucking in this one but some of the imagery might be scarring) -------------------------------------

“A book? Vittorio, what-“ Albert couldn’t even finish his sentence before his partner had gotten up to get dressed. The fear in Vittorio’s eyes made his own heart race. His lover was already almost out the door before he’d even managed to get his pants on. “Vittorio, wait God dammit! You’re not leaving without me!” The harshness in his voice seemed to finally make his partner hesitate. Albert threw on his clothes before joining him, ushering him outside. “What’s gotten you in such a rush all of a sudden?” He asked, hoping Vittorio would explain more as they were almost running down the path to the archive. He didn’t. Instead there was this odd gloss over his eyes, making him seem distant, as if his mind was somewhere far away. So Albert followed, figuring he’d get his explanation soon enough.

How the hell could he have forgotten about that book?! The image was burned into his mind again. It was all he could focus on. It felt as though it was calling to him. Vittorio could vaguely make out that Albert was talking to him - that he even was with him - but he was too fixed on how the leathery texture of the skin had felt in his hands. How the glow of the tattoos on the pages had resonated with his own. How it had made his stomach turn. How it was making his heart race, sweat dripping down his forehead, his breathing faster as he was rushing to his destination as fast as his legs could carry him. He needed to get to that book again. Now.

Albert had never seen Vittorio move with such determination. Once they got to the archive it was almost fascinating how he slid through the corridors, navigating past some of the survivors that were standing around. They stepped aside in confusion, and looked alarmed when Albert passed them, but he paid them no mind. The aisle they ended up on was the one where he had found his beloved treasure shaking from a panic attack. Was this book somehow linked to how much his lover had freaked out before? Or had he been seeking it out unknowingly? The way he was behaving right now certainly wasn’t normal. His eyes widened as he saw Vittorio work his magic with one of the bookshelves, the ancient sigils that had been carved on it reacting to his command and forming into another pathway. Evidently there was still much to learn. He followed Vittorio inside the room, the only light cast on the walls coming from the glow of his partner’s tattoos. Even in all this mess he couldn’t help but adore Vittorio. He looked divine like this. Like a relic. Powerful and mysterious. The thought that this man moaned his name when he made love to him put a smile on his face. The smile quickly faded once he saw the book Vittorio had been referring to. Why his partner had looked so panicked finally made sense. It was a disturbing sight. “Is that…” “Yes.”

Vittorio answered him before he could finish the question. He dared to pick up the book, cursing himself for forgetting to put on his gloves. It was leather. Made from skin. Human skin. He was holding a book in his hands that was bound from skin much like Vittorio’s, the glow from the markings - the tattoos - creeping across the pages as he turned them. He shuddered as he felt the familiar tingle and nearly dropped the damn thing. Albert somehow managed to keep his composure as he placed the book back on its spot on the desk, still staring at it. He snapped out of it and looked at his partner, who was also regarding the book with this distant look in his eyes. Albert wanted to approach him, rub his back, let him know he wasn’t alone, but he figured that letting Vittorio have his moment was for the best. He decided to have a look around, searching for anything that would light the room and managed to find a candle. As soon as he touched it the wick lit itself, which momentarily took him off guard, but he’d learned by then not to question anything going on in this realm. The light coming from the candle was fairly dim but it was enough to make out that he was standing in some form of workshop. The desk was standing in the corner of the room and with the light of the candle he could make out the various blueprints scattered across it. It seemed like they were related to the generators that existed in the trials, or rather the tools to repair them more efficiently. He picked up an object that resembled an eye, the brittle stone almost crumbling in his hand as he carefully put it back down. Whatever the contraption had been, it had served its purpose, as it now seemed to be completely broken. Albert looked further around the room and noticed that the backside of the bookshelf from the way they had come was also lined with books. Journals, he realized as flicked through the pages. He’d seen the journals of different survivors and killers scattered about the archive, each of them recalling their stories. Yet these journals were different. These notes were written by a man who called himself the ‘Archivist’.

It didn’t take Albert long to figure out that the guy’s name was Aleon. But what he hadn’t expected to find was that this man had been the one to write the journals Albert had seen in the archive - using a device called the ‘Aulris’ - which had allowed him to observe the minds of everyone who was trapped in the realm. How had he avoided being pulled into the trials? What was his relationship with the entity? He kept skimming the pages hoping the questions that were rising would be answered, but he only ended up having more. Apparently, the Aulris wasn’t only limited to people trapped in this realm, it could also access the memories of all versions of these people who were living in alternative universes and timelines. Albert blinked at the notebook in disbelief. He hadn’t expected to find evidence of parallel universes tucked away in the workshop in a journal of a fairly unsympathetic middle-aged man who had a thing for whiskey and golf. He kept reading, devouring the journals book after book. It seemed that Aleon had thought too highly of himself, had dipped his toes too far into the water and the entity had made him mad for it. First it took his beloved Aulris - which turned out to be the broken device lying on the desk - and then it had taken his sanity. His enthusiasm for the journals seemed to catch his partner’s attention. “What are you doing?” Vittorio snapped him out of his thoughts as more questions were forming in his head. “Remind me, who were these observers again?” “What? Why are you-… they are people from an advanced civilization that scattered relics throughout my world.” Vittorio answered hesitantly. “One of them managed to find me in this realm, and marked me” he added, gesturing to his tattoos. “Why? Did you find something about them?” Albert considered the broken Aulris on the desk again and looked back at the journals before he answered: “Have you seen the journals of killers and survivors in the archive? The guy who lived here - the archivist as he called himself, his name was Aleon - used that thing right there –“ he pointed at the Aulris on the desk “- to spy on everyone’s memories and write them down.”

Vittorio’s heart was beating out of his chest. His ears were already ringing from the awful skin book, he couldn’t help but envision it being his own fate. But if what Albert was saying was true, he had a relic - an actual tool from the society he had hoped to reach - lying right in front of him. But it didn’t look right. “The entity broke it when he got too carried away.” Albert continued as if he’d read his mind. He couldn’t help but feel devastated that this magnificent tool was broken and unusable, and more likely than not couldn’t be replaced or fixed. But that meant the archivist had been an observer, from that society. Perhaps they could find him and ask him questions. Perhaps he was even the one who had marked him. “What happened to Aleon?” He dared to ask. Albert flicked through the pages again. “I’m not sure.�� He finally said after what felt like forever. “What I gather is that he eventually went mad. My best guess is that the entity let him be taken by the void at some point.” “So he’s as good as dead.” Vittorio concluded. He felt like he was going to suffocate from the weight of what they were finding and how hopeless it all seemed. He had regarded the observers as something like heroes, wanting to reach them, their society, and feeling reaffirmed in being chosen by them as he’d had his entire body marked by one. He'd believed they held the key to paradise and were testing him to find it. The sigils had taken him to this God forsaken realm, and he had started to lose hope until he had met Albert. He couldn’t give up now. Or so he thought.

As he had a look at Aleon’s journals himself, reading his notes and seeing with his own eyes what Albert had said, he realized more and more that the observers were just… average people. Not greater than anyone else, and certainly not heroes. The only thing that made them stand out were the tools that were more advanced than anything he’d seen. Aleon was nothing like the legends he’d heard from his uncle. He was just an entitled middle-aged man with a drinking problem, who had used the Aulris to fight his own boredom and had foolishly thought he had some kind of advantage against the entity when he’d been trapped here himself. And for his cockiness the entity had broken this only advantage. Leaving Aleon to decay as a nobody. Vittorio was floored by all these revelations. Had his entire life been a lie? He wanted to cry, but he felt too empty, too drained with everything that was unfolding in front of him. He just stood there, trembling as he held the journal Albert had handed to him. He flinched as he felt his lover’s hand on his shoulder and took a deep, shaky breath as he felt like his soul was about to shatter into a million pieces.

It broke his heart to see Vittorio flinch at his touch as he was trying to comfort him. “I’ll give you some time to read, all right? I’ll just have another look around.” His partner, his treasure, his beloved nightlight looked like a husk of himself. Somehow the existence of the skin book - which must have been a person like him - had bothered Vittorio less than reading from the perspective of one of the observers he had so adored. He couldn’t blame him though. His lover’s entire world view - everything he had believed in and had worked for - was crumbling right in front of his eyes. Albert wanted to give him some space. He walked to the back of the workshop, having another look at the skin book on the desk, when a glint through the wall caught his eye. He carefully pushed against several spots until he seemed to hit the right one, triggering some kind of unlocking mechanism. His eyes widened when he saw what the room was revealing to him. There was a staircase winding its way up into what appeared to be the tower Aleon had mentioned in his journals. But the first thing that hit him was the smell. It was overwhelming, forcing tears in his eyes and he actually had to cover his mouth and nose with the collar of his coat to make it bearable. It was a stench he knew all too well. And as his eyes adjusted to the dim light that radiated off the walls of the tower, he saw what the source of light and cause of this horrid smell was. The entire height of the walls was lined all the way around with books. Books that glowed faintly, bound from the skin of people who had been marked by an observer – people like Vittorio. Books much like the book on the desk. Emitting the rancid smell of death.

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Processing episode 7. Vague mentions of manga stuff.

Still not entirely sure what to make of LR, but I loved that. I was so worried about it beforehand, god.

I got all the biggest things I wanted (plant communion, no Wolfwood death, Legato being a freak in the car with Zazie).

I think its very impressive and ballsy to have the same episode where someone's beloved sibling shoots themself in the head also function as your lighthearted comic relief episode, lmaooo. It does help that there's no chance in hell he's actually dead. They didn't have an implied Razlo and Chapel flashback and then have Zazie go pick up the body for them not to come back. They can survive a bullet to the brain, its fine.

I'm still holding out for BDN before the end. Please let me see him.

Good stuff from Meryl in this episode. I'm glad that she’s standing up for herself and making her own decisions. That face journey with the gooey teary eyed expression was great.

Plenty of Wolfwood, for obvious reasons. I liked what they did, don’t necessarily have a lot to say about it. The conversation with Vash where he decides to go along with his plan to save the orphanage was cute. I'm glad we aren't losing him yet.

Legato again-- he's so fucking funny. My best friend Legato. I grin every time he's on screen. I hope he continues to get more Like That with every single episode that he appears Legato: (literally convulsing with suppressed rage) I'll just blow up the orphanage, where the innocent orphans live. This will destroy the one piece of leverage we have left over Wolfwood, but he'll definitely decide our religion is actually good after that. That's just how it works. You have nothing else to live for and Knives becomes your new meaning. This is normal. I'm the normal one. Grow up. Zazie: (making the most shit-eating grin imaginable under their bug mask) Haha, yeah, for sure

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mid-year book freak out tag

tagged by @bloody-wonder, thank you!

1. Best Book You’ve Read So Far in 2023? 

Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente. i dont even know what to say. i want to sit raptly while someone smarter than me explains all the history and symbolism in this book that i missed. haunting.

2. Best Sequel You’ve Read So Far in 2023? 

partially just because i've read few sequels this year, The Golden Enclaves by Naomi Novik wins. I maintain that Orion is boring as hell after book 1 and I don't care about him but the rest of the book? Delicious. El is so snarky and dark. Ooooh im an evil witch princess im so scary my friends have to hold me back from committing evil (devotes her life to protecting other people) (refuses to live in an enclave because it feels like cheating) (shows up whenever people ask for help even if they suck). also the reveal with the mawmouths was just. such fucking 10/10 writing. the punch of understanding. the way the text gives the reader space to figure it out themself and just go HOLY SHIT.

3. New Release You Haven’t Read Yet, But Want To?

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle. I have it downloaded. I am ready.

4. Most Anticipated Release For Second Half of 2023? 

I have no idea. I just find books when I find them, y'know?

5. Biggest Disappointment?

ironically, the sequel to question 6, The Return of Fitzroy Angursell by Victoria Goddard. after a book which is about a guy whose whole thing is "really good civil servant" this book was just...not what i wanted. it was about a classic singing robin hood style hero who is charming and cool and magical and does adventures and maybe otherwise i would have enjoyed it but how can i read a book set in the world of my favourite bureaucrat Kip and not read about bureaucracy??? only book so far this year i just straight up didnt finish. also, you can only tell the same vague story about how kip made a joke that one time without actually telling the joke before it stops being "backstory" and starts being "the author never actually figured out what the joke was".

6. Biggest Surprise?

The Hands of the Emperor by Victoria Goddard. absolutely bizarre book. there is no real plot other than the emperor preparing for retirement. the first three hundred pages the emperor just. goes on vacation?? i was expecting political intrigue but the political intrigue is 90% just "the rich guys dont like it but our guy, Kip the bureaucrat, is the emperors specialist guy and also extremely stubborn so everyone has to go alone with UBI". the biggest conflict is literally just interpersonal miscommunication but good. i was so hooked it was ridiculous. where did the heterosexuality come from i am perplexed

7. Favorite New Author?

i was about to say catherynne m valente but i actually cant claim that because now i looked her up and ive read other work by her! she did The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making and sequels which were extremely delightful also. so this one goes to Victoria Goddard on the basis of i have apparently read a lot of authors i already know this year

8. Newest Favorite Character?

Cliopher (Kip) Mdang my beloved

9. Newest Fictional Crush?

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💕Best Ship💕

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okay i guess maybe kip + the emperor? or maybe el + liesel because i was surprisingly a big fan of liesel by the end. though maybe thats just me wanted el to be with someone more interesting than orion.

10. Book That Made You Cry?

i can't actually remember if i cried but Driftwood by Marie Brennan was quite haunting and beautiful and bittersweet

11. Book That Made You Happy? 

Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson. now, all brandon sandersons are at least 30% power of friendship by weight but i really do appreciate that this one was like "yeah no we're saying that part out loud. people are heros because they love their friends anything else is just set dressing"

12. Favorite Book Adaptation You Saw This Year?

i...dont think ive watched any book adaptations this year

13. Favorite Review You’ve Written This Year?

don't write 'em, so n/a

14. Most Beautiful Cover?

im going to say Deathless tho i think i am biased because the book hypnotised me

15. What Books Do You Need To Read By The End of The Year?

so many. Ancillary Justice. I also really should read Nona the Ninth but book 2 was so...eugh. i ravenously devoured a bunch of Pratchett's last month and i am waiting on several more from the library. apparently theres a new murderbot out soon? i should check that out.

tagging @a-fish-bee, @foxsoulcourt if you want to do this one :)