#and i couldn't make the bolt cutter make sense

[justconstantly]

MY TOP 9 ALBUMS OF ALL TIME

tagged by @belladonnafey

couldn't sleep, saw ur tag zoph (<3), and here we are. I'm a big album listener so this was a struggle for me, but I tried to avoid all my short term obsessions and only pick my absolute favs, ones I could listen to no skips at any time (order here isn't a ranking or anything, solely was aesthetic for the collage)

lungs (deluxe) - Florence+the machine

fav songs: I'm not calling you a liar, bird song, kiss with a fist

every spare moment for the entire summer of 2014 my brother and I played Minecraft on a LAN server together and I listened exclusively to a YouTube playlist of this album on repeat and that's definitely part of why I am the way I am

heretic pride - the mountain goats

fav songs: autoclave, lovecraft in brooklyn

funnily enough, not one of the three goats albums I have on vinyl, the others are better for living room activities that my record player is good for (lounging, plant watering, etc) but this one is still my all time fav

wasteland baby - hozier

fav songs: almost (sweet music), wasteland baby

RIP my college roommates in spring 2019 because I listened to only this album for approximately 2.5 months and I think they hated me for it (blasting it out loud, singing badly, etc)

Grace - Jeff buckley

fav songs: lover you should've come over, dream brother

this album is so so cool, I mean even discounting Jeff buckleys angelic voice, the haunting guitar? the early modern English hymn?? lilac wine AND hallelujah??? makes me feel incredible

sound and color - alabama shakes

fav songs: this feeling, shoegaze

this whole album makes me just dance/sway around my apartment feeling like I'm the most soulful and tender person alive

post-war - M. ward

fav songs: Chinese translation, right in the head, rollercoaster, magic trick

makes me so indescribably nostalgic for a life I've never lived. when I heard Chinese translation for the first time I was like hmm I'm different now

collapsed in sunbeams - Arlo parks

fav songs: too good, eugene

got the vinyl from my library on a whim to listen to while me and my roomie did a puzzle and spent the next 2 weeks of the hold just glued to the record player, haven't bought my own copy yet but it's on my wishlist FOR SURE just perfect lazy living room vibes for me

crawler - IDLES

fav songs: the beachland ballroom, meds, car crash

massive thank you @azertykeys for recommending me idles bc this album is a go to for me when I'm coding and/or also just in my feelings

bridge over troubled water - Simon & Garfunkel

fav songs: keep the customer satisfied, the boxer, the only living boy in New York, why don't you write me

my parents listened to quite a bit of Simon and Garfunkel when I was a kid and I didn't realize I knew them until I was like 20 and my friend was playing their greatest hits and I knew every word to every song. she was like why do you know so much Simon and Garfunkel and I was like oh is that who this is? anyway love this album, my vinyl is a treasured posession

only reason mitski isn't on this list is because I can't choose between any of her albums

other honorable mentions:

<COPINGMECHANISM> by willow

hospice by antlers

woman on the internet by Orla gartland

case/lang/veirs by case/lang/veirs

transgender dysphoria blues by against me

fetch the bolt cutters by Fiona apple

she won't make sense by the harmleighs

this was long so absolutely no pressure, but tagging @azertykeys @heart-to-hearts @bromaine-lettuce @junewild @unnonexistence @navigatorwrongway and anyone who sees this and wants to give it a go

[chalkrevelations]

So. Earlier in the week, I posted about Pete’s easy ability to get out of the ropes that he offers up to Vegas to bind him during their sex scene in Ep 12, and the way this makes every moment that he’s bound in that scene an explicit choice, and then I made kind of a throwaway comment at the end about how he also could have just as well gotten out of the handcuff Vegas put back on him at any time, because of the gd bolt cutters. Since then, I’ve seen in some of the tags and from other responses that not everyone is actually aware of the gd bolt cutters, which forced me to re-evaluate everything about two-thirds of Pete’s stay in the safehouse and particularly about the character and relationship dynamics between Vegas and Pete in the beginning of Ep 13, before Pete’s flight from the safehouse, back to the main family.

SO, the first thing I want you to do is go to Ep 13, at the 19:53 minute mark - just after Pete has KO’d Vegas in the safehouse and Vegas is down on the ground and Pete is getting ready to rifle through Vegas’s pockets literally for the handcuff key - and I want you to look at the low table directly behind Pete, within easy reach, and you’ll see the bolt cutters that Pete has ignored this entire time, including during this meltdown he’s just had. Now, go to Ep 12, at the 8:31 minute mark, when Vegas is getting ready to enter the room, and Pete’s leaning back against one side of the dresser on the far wall from the bed, reading the blood-type book. Look to the other side of the dresser, and you can see the low table is there, with the bolt cutters already just lying there - pre-hedgehog death, pre-Pete’s “escape” with the key, pre-Pete’s choice to return, pre-sex scene. Clearly, he could already reach those bolt cutters, if he’s already leaned up against the other side of the dresser, but he doesn’t. Ever. At any point. (At least that we see.) Now, go back to Ep 11, at oh, how about the 28:37 mark, when Pete has used the belt to pick his handcuffs and is trying to force open the locked door of the room, and look at that low table, where the bolt cutters are already lying, this early on in the game. At this same point, you also can see the oversized wrench mounted on that far wall, among other tools, that also remains in place, where Pete could later get to it at any time, which we know because it appears prominently between Vegas and Pete right in the middle of Pete’s Ep 13 meltdown, at the 18:50 mark.

I’m going to suggest that for most of Ep 11, Pete’s on a much shorter leash in that bedroom – his length of chain is kept a lot shorter, a lot of the time so short that all he can do is stand directly under where it’s rigged to the ceiling – and he can’t reach the bolt cutters, leading to his use of the belt to try to escape. What are those bolt cutters doing just lying around, I don’t know for sure – is it a threat (of more torture, to, say, cut off those clever fingers if Vegas gets angry and cruel enough)? Is it a tease, a means of escape left where Pete can see it but can’t (yet) reach it? At any rate, the bolt cutters have been there the whole time, and Vegas never moves them, even after Pete demonstrably has a much larger range of movement in the bedroom post-pill and -wound-bandaging near the end of Ep 11. Let me just repeat that – pre-hedgehog death, pre-Pete’s willing return, pre-sex, Vegas already has provided a means of escape to Pete at any time Pete wants to take it. And Pete doesn’t.

Submitted: Every moment Pete spends in that safehouse post wound-bandaging and pill kiss is a deliberate choice, every moment he spends handcuffed post-sex is a deliberate choice, just as every moment he spends bound while they have sex - when we’ve seen he’s literally trained in how to escape rope bonds - is a deliberate choice. You might make the argument that he’s too badly injured to try to escape and make it all the way back to the main family under his own power any earlier than he does, but 1) he tries to escape immediately after he’s beaten with the belt in Ep 11, 2) he tries to “escape” when he’s left with the key in Ep 12, 3) he “escapes” with the key after giving Vegas the beatdown in Ep 13. And at none of these points does he pay the blindest bit of notice to the bolt cutters that he could have used to escape in the second and third instances.

So, there’s a lot going on here, and I’m going to suggest that Pete’s decision to stay chained and handcuffed, even in Ep 13, has at least a couple of major components to it. I think first and foremost, Pete doesn’t want to escape, he wants Vegas to let him go. And he wants this not only because it’s proof of Vegas’s regard for him, proof that Vegas sees him as fully human, as an equal, as something more than a pet and a whipping boy, but also because it allows him to maintain some fiction that he was forced into this, that – as he tries to convince himself at the beginning of Ep 13 – he didn’t like it. That he needs to be freed, rather than that he’s able to make his own escape whenever he wants. This is why he prioritizes the key, twice, to unlock himself rather than going for the bolt cutters that are available 24-7 and would let him cut through his handcuffs and chains (and subsequently leave them useless if/when he comes back, unlike if he uses a key to unlock them). It allows him to duck his own agency in what’s happened, his own complicity in his desires and the ways he’s given into them with Vegas. In my previous post about the ropes, I talked about how, at no point was Pete able to fall back on some excuse of having to live with the consequences of a decision-point that he no longer had any agency over, because he continues to be able to get out of the ropes at any time. But he wants that kind of escape hatch when it comes to the handcuffs, he wants to be in a situation where he doesn’t have agency. But what do you do when the star of your rape fantasy roleplay insists that you consent, that you be complicit in doing the things that you’re trying to avoid responsibility for?

Because here’s the thing: Vegas demands explicit consent from Pete before they can have sex, by threatening to walk out and leave Pete and his blue balls to their own devices. And this happens as Pete tries to create this scenario where he can continue to avoid his own agency and responsibility and complicity in what’s about to happen. When Vegas is initially all up on him, you can see Pete close his eyes, and I will go to my grave believing that he’s mentally and emotionally preparing himself to be “ravished,” at that point, because then he didn’t choose it. It’s not his fault. But then Vegas makes him admit that he wants it. Vegas makes him choose. I don’t know if there was a similar conversation about the handcuff post-sex. We don’t see everything. But I have to wonder if where Vegas fucked up with the handcuff in Ep 13 was that he treated it as something that was implicitly consented to, the way it had been all along, with those bolt cutters in play, rather than demanding explicit consent for it, the way he did with the sex in Ep 12. Which, honestly, is stupid and tragic but kind of understandable, because this is what they’ve been doing all this time! Prior to this point, Vegas had to “accidentally” leave the key for Pete in order to get Pete to go away, when Vegas became aware that everything he loves DIES if it doesn’t LEAVE HIM. And at that point, it was either leave the key or throw rocks at Pete so he wouldn’t stay and die, because Pete was apparently too gd dumb to take the hint and use the bolt cutters.

At any rate, Vegas, for all his flaws, turns out to be pretty good at forcing communication when he wants to, and maybe he should do it more often, because at the point when he apparently goes back to operating on his understanding of implicit consent, Pete ends up having a complete meltdown, because he’s got himself all fucked up in his head about his wants and desires and the things he’s done about them. Add to this, that Vegas is willing to uncuff Pete when Pete demands it! But what he asks in return is an explicit promise – explicit consent, again – from Pete that Pete will stay with him, even without the handcuff. And what Vegas gets in return for that demand for explicit consent is decked, for any number of reasons, but I’m going to suggest that one of them is that Pete is NOT willing to take responsibility for that choice right at that particular moment.

And Vegas? From Vegas’s side of this, I have to wonder whether part of the reason the handcuff is so important to him is that some part of him (the part that has to be good at reading people to be able to be a good manipulator) understands that the handcuff provides Pete an excuse. Whether some part of Vegas understands that Pete allows himself to stay because of this fiction that he’s being forced to. But at any rate, I think that for Vegas, the handcuff is the same kind of security as your spouse wearing a wedding ring. That ring isn’t ACTUALLY going to keep them from walking out on you, and they could take it off at any time. But their desire to wear the ring is seen as symbolic of their desire to BE MARRIED to you. To Vegas, Pete wearing the handcuff – for whatever reason - is a sign of Pete’s desire to stay with Vegas, precisely because Vegas knows that Pete has the tools available to get that handcuff off and to leave at any time. (You didn’t think we were done with the gd bolt cutters, did you? ) Why does Vegas do this, provide this “out,” for Pete in the first place, even pre-hedgehog death, pre-Pete’s return, pre-sex? I can’t say for sure, but it becomes a viable option for Pete after Vegas finds him unconscious with festering wounds from a beating Vegas has delivered - after Vegas sees that Pete could very well die by Vegas’s own hand, if Vegas goes too far. From that point forward, from Vegas’s standpoint, Pete’s got the bolt cutters to get free whenever he wants. He’s also got a giant wrench to catch Vegas by surprise and brain him with, if wants to. Let’s be fair, here – post Ep-11, when Pete has a longer length of chain and can roam the entire room, Vegas is putting a TON of trust in Pete by giving him practically free rein in a room filled with all kinds of stuff that Pete could KILL Vegas with. Hell, Pete’s got enough play in those chains, at that point, that he could probably garrote Vegas with the handcuffs. All Pete would have to do is take Vegas by surprise coming in the door one time. And maybe he could escape, maybe he couldn’t, maybe there’s guards out there at some point, maybe there’s not, but what does Pete care, right? He’s actively goaded Vegas to kill him, repeatedly, he’s refused life-saving treatment, he clearly has some kind of death wish, so what does he care if any guards take him out trying to escape, as long as he’s already taken down Vegas? Only, Vegas doesn’t take any precautions to avoid this. If he doesn’t actually trust Pete not to do it, he’s at least making an incredible show of leaving himself vulnerable. But then, Vegas’s insecurities don’t have a lot to do with his own physical safety, they have to do with his emotional vulnerabilities. And so we get the handcuff, which goes back on in Ep 13 as a paradoxical symbol – for Vegas – that Pete wants to stay.

[pixelwisp-archive]

Closure | Satori Tendou x gn!Reader

A short drabble inspired by this post! Hope you enjoy it @confusedturtle​~

I originally planned this drabble to only be like 500 words max but I got a little carried away oops

Summary: Tendou helps you find closure in a very Tendou way.

word count: 1.1k

genre: chaotic fluff???? mild angst??? tbh idk lmao

You hadn't thought that coming back would affect you as much as it had. With the moonlight being the only source of light, you squinted to try and make out the abandoned building that stood before you. The darkness drowned out any details, but you expected as much with it being past midnight. Clouds gave way and moonlight shone onto the weathered brick, a perfect spotlight to the exact area you were trying to see a little more clearly. Memories slammed into you all at once, and suddenly you were hyper aware of the density of the object you clutched in your right hand. The weight became a little too heavy, a little too real, as your grip tightened and you felt the strain cause your hand to tremble. 

A low whistle sounded beside you and you flinched in response. You whipped your head toward the source, your heart calming some at the sight of your boyfriend.

"So this is it, huh? Gotta admit, it looks like ass." Tendou draped an arm around your shoulders as his eyes flitted over your old middle school. You barked out a laugh as you leaned into him - his touch a gentle reminder that he was there for you, that you weren't doing this alone. He threw you a lazy smile before nudging you to move toward the entrance, your legs dragging as if they forgot how to function. "You said it's getting torn down soon, yeah?"

"Yeah, it's turning into a mall or something," you replied. Your eyes haven't left the top left window, the one that belonged to your old classroom. Tendou hummed next to you and nuzzled his face in your hair as you guys slowly reached the entrance, a mischievous grin breaking out on his face at the metal chains that wrapped around the double doors. He dropped his duffel bag onto the ground, a clattering sound breaking through the silent night. You cocked an eyebrow as he pulled out bolt cutters and made his way to the thick chain. 

“Are those gonna be able to cut through that?” Tendou tuts at you and throws you a grin. 

“I got this! Trust." You danced on the balls of your feet and looked around, turning a little to look for any sign of police or security.  Tendou had insisted that it was safe, but you couldn't help the fear that crawled up the back of your neck at the thought of getting caught. The loud snap! followed by the chain falling to the ground brought your attention back to the task at hand, eyes falling onto Tendou's slender frame as he leaned against the now open door, bowing slightly with a cheeky grin. "Your majesty," he flourished a hand toward the dark foyer of the school, and you laughed with a roll of your eyes, gripping his shirt as you passed him and bringing him in along with you.

Once the door behind you shut, the two of you stood shoulder to shoulder as you took in the familiar entryway. You felt a nudge at your side, and turned to look at Tendou, unsure eyes meeting his own. He smiled - gentle, reassuring - and grasped at your hand, his slender fingers intertwining with your own.

"Okay my lil miracle, lead the way."

“This it?” You only nod in response, too preoccupied with taking in the pitiful state of your old classroom - desks overturned, old papers spread across the floor, various profanities spray painted along every possible surface. The chaos alone fills you with a small sense of satisfaction already, but you and Tendou had other plans. 

Walking toward what was once your teacher’s desk, he drops the duffel bag and zips it open. You roll your shoulders and try to calm your breathing as Tendou begins to pull out various objects - baseballs, golf balls, mugs, plates - each one covered head to toe in sharpie. You walk over to one of the softballs you wrote on, catching a glimpse of ‘monster’ written before you tossed it up and spun it around. The bat in your hands suddenly felt much lighter than before, and you sighed before meeting his gaze. 

“Are you ready?” He grins.

“You first.” You nod, positioning yourself toward one of the windows. You straighten your back, bat raised, and gave one last look at the softball.

‘Weirdo. Monster. Freak.’

A small growl passes your lips and in one fluid motion, you toss the ball up, readied the bat, and right as it fell to eye shot, you swung. 

The sound of shattering glass filled you with a warmth you hadn’t felt before; the pure, unbridled chaos brought with it a feeling of relief. Freedom. Something that haunted you for so long, weighing on you like you were Atlas and the world hung on your shoulders, came crumbling down at an instant, fluttering to the floor, glimmering like diamonds. You can faintly hear Tendou whoop from behind you as his arms came to snake around your waist. 

“Did that feel good? Hey, hey,” Tendou whispers, circling around to your front as his hands cupped your face. His thumbs brush away the tears that fell down your cheeks, and you furrow your brows in confusion because, when had you started crying? 

The realization hit you harder than you anticipated, and once your eyes met your boyfriend’s, the dam broke, and you fell into him, a mix of sobs and laughter leaving your body as you clung to him. He guides you to the floor, holding you close, whispering everything you needed to hear. 

“You did so good, Paradise.” 

“You are beautiful, magnificent, extraordinary - my little miracle.”

“Everything that’s happened to you has led you to this moment. Bask in it, and when you’re ready, let it go.”

“I love you. So, so much.”

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that, but eventually, the tears stopped, and only the giggles remained. Tendou cracked jokes, softly wiping away any remaining tears that stained your tinted cheeks. You smile at him, soft, saccharine, and leans in to press his lips to your forehead. 

“You know,” he says against your skin, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. “It’s okay. We can be monsters together.” 

You grin at him, nodding as he captures your lips with his own. The kiss was salty, sweet, gentle but firm. Everything you needed. The need for breath separated you, and he pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose, grabbing your hands and beginning to stand up. 

“C’mon, Paradise. The night is still young, and we still have six more windows.”

[faeflowerz]

Sleeping Peony

It's just a bit but i hit a wall. I hope yall like it. Basically, what if the antidote was strong enough to keep Peony alive?

Yall can build on it just let me read whatever you make!

The musty stench of the warehouse singed her nose. The dull noises of coughing, beeping and soft crunches of the long decrepit concrete under the med droids' track belts felt like a foggy memory. A soft and desperate voice. Her head was lifted to open her mouth. “Come on, Peony! Don't do this! Damn it!” Peony couldn't tell if Cinder was really there with a cure or if this was a part of her letumosis. She didn't know; nobody recovered from it. She barely felt the few drops of life saving potion touch her lips. Her dry tongue desperately lapped at the few drops until Cinder suddenly pulled the vial away. Did shs imagine that too?

And, in the very moment when she felt the prick, she fell down upon the

bed that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep.

Her vision blurred until Cinder mercifully closed her eyes. The eyes she had gotten so many compliments on. The ones she used to convince her mother to not throw away the white scrap fabric. Big, doe-like eyes that sparkled when she twirled in her dress, flared with anger at her older sister, faded when her heart started to shut down. The bright spots of the fluorescent lights dimmed and all that was left was darkness. Was this death? Is this what waited for her? She had learned in History class that before the Third World War, people had belief in higher powers. Gods and ancient deities that ushered them into their believed afterlife. Some, however, were sure that there was absolutely nothing. Peony hoped that she'd be going somewhere nice. Where she could spend time with Cinder, her mom and Pearl and they didn't hate each other. She wanted to be at peace.

Somehow, after her eyes closed, she did not stop hearing. She still felt the sharp blade of the scalpel dig into her wrist. Her arm reacted. If she wasn't dead now, surely she'd die from the wound. The dull sound of commotion lulled her to sleep. Cinder's voice was panicked and frantic. She'd never get to hear it ever again. She didn't feel something gently wrap around the area before her body was untouched from then on.

“Malai, there is nothing here.” Kwan hissed, following his sister down the torn and cracked road. He tightened the grip of his satchel and reluctantly neared the nearly dilapidated building. No one had been here in years and whatever value there was left inside was surely gone...or decomposed. Still, his baby sister insisted they check out one of the last abandoned quarantine buildings in the district. Nothing about this scavenge looked worthwhile. Taking in a short breath of stale air, he pulled out the bolt cutters.

Then he went on still farther, and all was so quiet that a breath could

be heard.

“Hurry up!” Malai’s voice barely hid its excitement. Kwan gave her a look of disbelief and uncertainty.

“You have a sick sense of adventure, you know that?” He gripped the cutters and sliced the metal quite easily. The chains had rusted over and barely needed any extra force. Once the handles were free, Malai pried the doors open. They were quite heavy and Kwan had to assist her with them. They switched their head lamps on to get a better look inside and scant traces of dust that floated lazily in the air after being disturbed. The silence sent chills through their spines as their lights settled on the rows upon rows of abandoned bodies. Malai released the breath of anticipation and her mouth formed a straight line. Her eyes darkened somberly.

“Stars…”

“Mal, let's go,” Kwan tugged gently at her shoulder, ready to forget he disturbed such a dark catacomb of Earth’s history. Since the antidote was retrieved, both Earth and Luna agreed to let the dead remain undisturbed from their final resting places. By that time, the bodies had become bloated and unrecognizable by grieving families. Reliving tragedies wasn't worth the cleanup. Each cot had a now off white sheet covering the remains of plague victims. Rows upon rows of sleeping ghosts haunting the warehouse.

Mal steeled her nerves and silently walked between each row, examining the various sizes of lumps under each sheet. She raised her com to follow the line of sight as she looked around. “Year 3 of my research. Five years after the last letumosis quarantine was closed for good and the first site where the antidote was given. Here is an important building in the history of the New Era. I was too young then during this moment yet I will do all I can to understand the outbreak to its full extent.”

“After years of undisturbed human interaction, the body's fluids have stained the sheets covering them. There appears to be no entry of birds, however. My hypothesis is that vermin such as rats have instead taken care of consuming any remains.”

Kwan watched silently from the doorway. He knew Mal had no intention of salvaging anything found here. That was just to placate his apprehension. His sister had a morbid fascination with death and its aftermath. Knowing very well she couldn't take notes from experience, she did what she could and explored every quarantine in New Beijing. Taking photos, recording notes, and trying not to throw up. Kwan was often hesitant to tag along on her explorations but he knew that she could get into trouble if she went alone.

There was one form that looked different from the others. A green brocade blanket covering most of the piece of furniture. It had frayed ends and the color faded much like the rest of the warehouse. Mal was instantly drawn to it, confused by the color and shape. Was it a coffin? It couldn't be. Nobody would use this warehouse as a mourning ground. Many had always made plaques to remember the dead. Having a coffin like this seemed...unorthodox.

In her com, she breathily spoke. “There is a piece of furniture that is unusually shaped. Same size but...there is no outline of a corpse. It's covered by a green blanket that is tattered. Perhaps someone left it in mourning?”

She stood above one of them and cleared her throat. Has someone come in here recently? That'd be impossible, right? The latch on the door was locked. “This makes no sense…” She whispered. Malia raised her hand over the blanket. What would she find? What was beneath it?

With both hands, Malia pulled the cover off. What she saw made her breath hitch and she almost jerked back onto the bed behind her. Beneath the sheet was a perfectly intact, composed body. A girl, not much older than her, lay peacefully in a tank. Her skin was pale and blemish free. Her curly dark brown hair haloed around her heart shaped face. Her cheeks gently dusted with blush. How was this possible? Nobody had disturbed this place for years after it was closed.

“Th-this is impossible!”

“What?” Kwan asked, rushing over the moment he saw her falter earlier. “What is it-” His words died in his mouth as he looked upon the girl. Pristine and untouched. “Stars…” He whispered softly, protectively pulling Mal away from the medical tank. “It's as if they had just put her here…”

“How is this possible? She's not supposed to look like...that.” Mal gestured to the girl. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her face. She looked...beautiful. Mal shoved the thought away. She wiped her brow, hoping the sweat was from the stifling heat and not her interest in the attractiveness of a possibly dead girl.

“Why would she be here?” Kwan managed to ask, searching around for any more indication of life. Before he could suggest getting the hell out, the loud and jarring creak of a metal door disturbed the silence. Kwan grabbed Mal’s arm and nearly dragged her to the door. Before he could reach the exit to escape, A light had swerved towards the medtank. He shoved Mal behind one of the occupied cots. They could see a trap door not far from them open up wider and clunk open. The sound rattled the siblings but the new intruder seemed used to it.

An older woman with a streak of grey twisting through her long black braid crawled out. She then reached into the dark space between her and pulled out the hand of another woman who was much portlier than her. Then, they both pulled out a thin woman. All three women seemed to at least be in their 50’s, but aged gracefully. They whispered among themselves before they moved towards the med tank. “Her vitals are even better than expected. She may be able to wake up soon.” The tallest one with the long braid placed her hand on the glass, her eyes filled with longing and hope.

“We knew this day would come…” The chubbiest and shortest one said. “We wouldn’t have done this if we didn’t want her to move on, right?”

“Still, it’s always hard to...you know...say goodbye.”

Mal’s legs trembled as they crouched. She didn’t notice Kwan was quietly trying to make a break for it. She was too curious, too engrossed in their conversation. Did they save this girl? Nobody was recorded to survive letumosis. Mal's mouth was dry. She couldn't figure out how or why. She was engrossed, too engrossed to feel someone grab her by her collar and yank her from behind her hiding place.

[slash-me-please]

Slasher's Hurting Their S/O Accidentally P1

Requester said "the boys" so i had to improvise and just kinda do most of em. Sorry that the scream duo doesn't reoccur in this and i hope you enjoy my headcannons 🔪💜

Part 2 will be out soon after

Warnings: Y/N getting stabbed, gender neutral reader, Y/N gets pushed down the stairs, Y/N gets knocked out,

Michael Myers:

You often wonder in he can feel any type of remorse at all, but you proved yourself wrong once. Only once.

Michael was very angry today, for a reason you yourself weren't aware of. You knew to stay out of his way but he was behaving much more recklessly.

You should've considered that when you woke at three am, turning over to cuddle into Michael when you realised the side of his bed was cold. Maybe you should've considered the fact that he could've been out slaughtering some horny teens. But somehow, the thought didn't cross your mind as you hauled yourself out of bed and down the hall to find your lover.

After finally spotting Michael standing stiff in the living room, you walked to him, that being your first mistake. Before you had the chance to touch the man he twisted around, plunging his knife into your shoulder.

At the screech you let out, he immediately realised his wrong-doing and picked you up, speedwalking out the front door and driving you to the hospital.

On the way there, his hand found the way to your thigh, occasionally giving it a squeeze while you drifted in and out of conscious

Brahms Heelshire:

We all know Brahms has anger issues. But you trusted him, you're supposed to trust your significant other right? They're your better half as some say. So they'd never hurt you right?

You put a little too much trust into him. Even after seeing him kill your ex with a shard of glass.

After today, you'd have to reevaluate that decision.

Brahms and you were fighting real bad. Way worse than any other time. So you were tired of hearing the voice he never showed you, the large and dominating roar he'd never use. His strength was not used to protect you today, instead, he'd decided to shatter multiple plates and expensive items around the house.

When you were done with it, you ran off, his loud yelling white noise as you tried to suck in tears.

You ran up the stairs in a desperate attempt to lock yourself in your bedroom and not come out until Brahms was offering you sandwiches.

Unfortunately you were not that lucky, somehow Brahms had made it there before you. He used his size to dwarf you and dominate you in the only way he knew how.

You tried to push past him, in which he responded by grabbing your arm and launching you backwards, eyes widening as he realised what he'd done. Before he could fix his mistake you had tumbled down the stairs. Eyes wide and tears flowing as you gripped your newly broken ankle.

Brahms ran down the stairs, crouching beside you. "I'm so sorry Y/N! Please don't be mad!"

Only had he realised the weight of his mistake when your eyes filled with fear and you flinched away as he tried to touch your shoulder.

Jason Voorhees:

Another victim had managed to overpower Jason once again, now he floated wrapped in chains at the bottom of crystal lake.

Unbeknownst to him, you tried to come to his rescue with a bolt cutter.

You caught Jason off-guard when you swam above him, startling your lover and making him swing his machete up at you.

The large weapon got caught in your arm, and you screamed, him recognizing his mistake immediately. You dropped the bolt cutters and desperately tried to stay afloat the water.

Jason panicked, grabbing the tool and attempting to rip the chains off before you drowned.

Finally, he shook them off and pulled you to his chest, walking out of the lake with you struggling against him to where he laid you on the damp dirt, watching as you regurgitated the water inhaled.

After regaining your senses, your turned to Jason. Frowning when he avoided your gaze.

Thomas Hewitt:

This accident was probably your fault or someone elses. Thomas loves you. He's careful around you. His worst fear is possibly hurting the one person who treated him like a human.

That being said, it was a very hot day. You ran around outside while Thomas lugged various heavy objects around for Charlie.

Finally Luda Mae encouraged you to take a breather. As odd as it sounds. And she told you to keep your boyfriend happy.

For the remainder of the day you lead Thomas around, telling him random facts you had learned whilst staying here. This worked wonders for the whole day until about 10pm. Charlie stomped out of the house, hollering about something.

He called your name, causing you to pause and turn your head. Thomas apparently not expecting you to stop and running into you, causing you to fall to the ground and him to drop his large bundle of firewood onto your head.

You were knocked out on the ground, unable to hear Tommy's roar as he fell to his knees, pulling you up into his arms.

"What're you yellin' about boy??"

Charlie fell silent upon the sight of you, calling out Luda Mae as Thomas frantically tried to look for a sign you were alive, extreme guilt plaguing his senses.

Freddy Krueger:

Everyday Freddy pulled you into an endless dreamland, messing with you until you couldn't stand being around him anymore.

You were determined to get this fried man back, so the next time you were pulled into a nightmare, you'd strike.

He'd been chasing you for quite awhile. And after you were tired beyond belief. Finally you decided to stop, turning around quickly and fling your hands forward and yelling "Boo!"

By instinct, Freddy thrusted his hand forwards and his claws stabbed your soft skin, puncturing your stomach.

He realised his doings quickly, watching as your grabbed the stab wounds and cried out, falling to the floor.

"Freddy!" You cried, your unoccupied hand grabbing onto his sweater sleeve when he crouched to meet you, his hands engulfing your body.

Freddy's part is kinda short but i struggled with his for a day.

[pbandjesse]

Im feeling kind of sad right now. I had a breakdown earlier over something stupid but it was just to much. I am looking forward to sleep because its just been a lot.

I had a good day today though. I slept well. My headache was gone when i got up. So that was nice. I got up at 8 and put the heat on and slept another hour. Excellent.

When I got up i made a sort of schedule. Get dressed. Go to the store. Come home and make an omelet. Paint for a bit. Watch tv. Go to work. I wanted to be eating by 1015 and I accomolished that!

I felt cute. I like my haircut a lot. I biked over to the store abd got a few things. Mostly was out for soda. I biked home and made my omelet and toast and it was excellent. And i was just on time at 1010.

Sweet Pea wanted to go outside so I let him hang out there but then I ended up forgetting about him until about 11:15 I feel horrible because he came in and he was all cold and his tail was all puffy. So I loved on him and played with him for a bit after that but while he was outside I did a bunch of other stuff.

I change my outfit because I decided I didn't want to get flour dust from the clay we were going to make with the kids today all over myself and I get dishes and then I painted for a while. It was nice. I had a really chill morning. And I just felt really good about everything. I finally sewed Pockets into my black jacket and I felt really really accomplished.

I realized that sweet pea was outside and let him in and I felt bad. So I spent a little bit of time loving him up before I had to leave for work. I bike down to the bus stop but I was pretty early. I ended up having a really nice conversation with some elderly men that were hanging out there about being short, the one guy was only five two. And about that dad and daughter that murdered that lady. And about people falling in love with people in prison and how it's not the wisest decision. It was fun talking to them it was a nice interaction.

The bus came and I got to work on time. Well I got to work early. And I spent the next hour cleaning and organizing. I returned some stuff back to the supply closet. And I talked to Tiffany about strategies for group work and choosing tables. And the general was great. So no big deal and me and chelsi have a plan of attack for where they are going to sit.

Class was fun. We have a new student to add to our other new student from yesterday. His name is Michael. He's very very nice. And it was a fun time. We had a nice drawing time in the beginning and I brought my pink Furby and batteries. And the kids were so thrilled. Because she does a lot of different things. And so they were passing around all day. Enough that her batteries died. So if I bring her again I'll have to bring her new batteries. We went outside and it was nice. Some of the girls braided my hair and it was just chill.

Dinner was fine but I dipped out to go to the classroom to start measuring stuff because we were making Salto Clyde. Devon came and helped me and he was super helpful measuring things with the measuring cup. I realize that I screwed up the salt measurement but I don't think it'll matter that much since the salt is just a preservative. And I'm going to shellac all there pieces at the end.

And they had such a blast working with Clay. I had them all come to the back of the table and we talked about best practices for how to build something out of clay. Pinch pot, coil, slab. They all asked can we do it another way. And I tried to explain to them that these are really the three ways that you can only make something. And that what they're trying to do is essentially a pinch pot and that's totally fine. But it was funny talking to her about it. And then they just went to town making this clay. Each table got their own bucket and they all mixed up together and table number three to the best and got it the quickest. Table number one had the most roll. And ended up with almost no clay advance. But thankfully I made another batch to share with anyone who had trouble. And I'm going to keep all of it and make baggies of equal amounts for each kid. They're not building till Thursday so I got tomorrow to work on that. But it was really nice seeing how excited they were to work on everything. I'm probably going to bring in some tools for them to work with but today was really great.

The kids were originally working on plastic but it was the plastic that has all the old paint on it so it was flaking all in their class so they asked if they could take the plastic off the tables. That first Chelsea said no but then we decided it would be okay as long as all the kids cleaned. And they did and they did a really good job. And then at the end we talked about sensory and how working with this clay was a sensory experience. And they said that they used almost all their senses including taste because all of them tried to eat it because it was made of flour. Which was very funny. But it was a lot of fun.

The end of the day was fine and then I got on the bus without much issue. There was a weird guy at the bus stop who was very concerned that I smiled at him when I walk past. But it was fine. Until I realized I couldn't find my bike key. Wasn't in my backpack and it wasn't in my coat.

So I get pretty upset. And when I got off the bus I don't my backpack out and it wasn't in there. So I had to just walk to my apartment. I had planned on going to James but now I was tired and it was 6:30. And I didn't want to be walking all the way to his apartment and all the way back. So I just told him I was going to come. And I was upset but it was fine. I couldn't find the spare key that I thought I had and that frustrated me. And I dump my backpack out to see if I have had missed it and realize that my clock furby was making a horrible horrible grinding sound. And this is the one I just got that I spent too much money on and that actually works. And the screen was frozen on all fives and was making horrible noises on every Saturday. And I was so upset and then I couldn't find a screwdriver to open it up. And I called James and I absolutely flipped out. I was sobbing. And I know it was because I was overwhelmed by everything I was just so angry. I was mad at myself and I'm not about this apartment. I don't want to live here anymore. I just want to move out I don't like the space I'm too cold all the time. It's too much money. And I just don't want to be here. I really feel like I can live in apartments one year at a time and that's basically it. Because every place I've lived as soon as I hit that year-and-a-half Mark I just I'm so disgusted by the space that I'm just super unhappy. But maybe it's also because when I get to that point I know I'm almost out of the apartment? And like I am dealing with moving by just despising the place I'm in? Unclear but I was really really upset. I ended up hanging up on him because I couldn't keep looking for a screwdriver to open the stupid Furby and be on the phone. So I hung up on him and I was able to find a pocket knife that had a small screwdriver I want it and was able to get the batteries out and I fixed it and it was fine. And then I was fine. I just felt super hollow inside and tired. But I wasn't upset. I felt embarrassed but I wasn't as upset as I had them. I called him back and I apologized and told him I punched a wall and split my knuckle open. And he said he would stop me from doing that in the future and that he was really sorry that he couldn't have been more helpful. My mom had also sent me a package with keychain Furbies that made me smile because she didn't have to do that and she went out of her way and it helps when I feel alone out here to know that they're back they're thinking of me. and now that everything is calm down I'm really just ready to go to sleep. don't have class tomorrow but we do have a PD at noon. I can't do anything about my Bike today or tomorrow. So we just have to wait and hope that it all works out quickly. That my bike key is just in the storage classroom and I'll find it on Thursday when we go back. Or James will have to get a bolt cutter and cut my bike off the pole. But for now I'm going to sleep. Good night everyone stay warm