#decay iris au

[thebnha-auhoard]

Day 3: Body Modification

Tw Human Experimentation

Tic. Tic. Tic.

A silver ting of metal ring in the lab. Accompanied by A groan of frustration. The low green light from the l

vats barely illuminate the Prince of Mad Science.

His gloves fingers tap one in thought. Carefully considering the Naga like Nomu. Tap. Tap. Tap

"What a thought. Hmm? Dabi,what a character. The very existence of him makes me feel itchy"

The prince swipes his bag off the table. He carefully counts his materials as a slow grin spread upon his face. The eye tattoos upon his skin blinking. "It's time to finish him. Heh. Hehehe. I even have the tool for his mutation! Oh and his Quirk!" A low chuckles as he walks under the pitch black night.

As he lets himself into the house -What! He was smart enough to manipulate a way to copy them- he hums a tune. Quirk generated sleeping dust sprinkles onto the Two green haired people in the place.

"There you are." The sweet raspy voice rings out "my Clover. How lucky you are. A Transferable Quirk like yours deserves to be hidden. A diamond you have. Ah how fun it will be to have you wake in the morn without a clue" a snap of cold rubber gloves. And he makes such Quick work. The Quirks already settling oh so nicely into the child's body.

Shigaraki Grins, "my Lucky Rabbits foot. Good luck tomorrow" and the man Disappears long before Izuku and Inko awake in the morning.

@whumptober-archive

[incorrectcoldflashblog]

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Hi, anon! Sorry it took me a while to answer, I had to try a couple times to make sense of this particular AU, haha.

Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Maybe I’m being overly optimistic but I still have hope I’ll be able to share ALL of my current WIPs eventually, lol. The only one I don’t actually think I’ll end up writing, and I’ve talked about it on here before, is my Genie AU, which was a mix of canon and AU where Barry is still the Flash but Len is a genie. Putting this under a read more because it got a bit long.

The idea originally came to me because I love genie/djinn lore but I’m not a huge fan of ‘The master falls in love with the genie and in the end he sets them free’ because IMO it doesn’t matter if your masters are kind or cruel, they’re still trying to master you. So I knew I wanted Barry to break Len free of the lamp in the very beginning, without giving in to the temptation of making any wishes, just because it’s the right thing to do, or maybe even because this is a Barry who went through a version of Flashpoint and is wary of whatever alteration of reality Len is offering. Meanwhile, Len is the one who is wary of freedom and doesn’t see why his purpose in life has to be ruined just because Barry doesn’t have any self-control. But we know how stubborn Barry can be when he genuinely thinks he’s doing the right thing so he frees Len from the lamp and *that* is when things turn to shit, lol. Len immediately starts decaying and comes to Barry being basically like, you broke it you buy it. Fix it or I’ll burn your house down with your family inside. So much for trying to do the right thing.

So yeah, the first part of the fic would be Len being pretty much the world’s worst house guest and trying to understand how the human world works now that he has to live in it full time thanks to SOMEONE, while Barry and his team (which in this fic was going to be Caitlin, Cisco and Hartley, with Hartmon as a side pairing because Cisco got tricked into making a wish before the lamp was destroyed and now he and Hartley have a baby and must raise it despite very much hating the sight each other, or do they) try to get information on the lamp, and the curse, and djinns, and try to unearth the mystery of Len’s origins. And of course during that time forced into close quarters Len and Barry were gonna fall in love^^ Not that they’d ever admit to it, especially not Len. There would be tropes galore, such as being forced to take care of Cisco and Hartley’s dumb baby together, or Barry teaching Len to read, but that one was gonna be a slooooow burn, mostly because I had plans for this version of Len to be somewhere on the asexual spectrum? Or at least it was gonna be strongly implied because humans were always just kinda there to him, and in any case he wouldn’t sleep with someone who kept him in a lamp when they weren’t using him.

I had plans to insert a bunch of references to Len’s canon appearances, including the fact that Barry would’ve found the lamp during a robbery of the Kahndaq Dynasty expo at the Central City museum, and Len was going to blackmail him into forging a new identity for him (as opposed to destroying his records like on the show). So, Leonard Snart was going to be his fake human name, although most characters just referred to him as Cold. Cold was literally constantly scheming in the first half of the fic and one of those schemes was gonna get Joe killed and force Cold into taking responsibility and sacrifice himself to bring Joe back. And that was gonna be the end of Part 1 because. Pain.

Part 2 was gonna start after a time jump and Barry still having no idea that Len is dead because, again. Pain. He thinks Len just took off, even though he promised him he wouldn’t leave. Joe never told Barry the truth because Joe never tells his kids the important things (yes, I’m still salty he told Iris her mother was dead, why do you ask). Meanwhile, Len has been sulking in the afterlife for four mortal years and the only people he’s got to talk to are some of his former Masters (namely Lisa and Ray) and Death (Sara, of course, who else), who he eventually tries to make a deal with: Undo the spell. She can have Joe West back. So Death is like, well, okay, that was dark even for you but if you really want to go through with this, do it yourself because I’m not going to do some insignificant mortal’s dirty work, I’ll give you one day because you entertain me. And Len sets out to do just that but of course he can’t, because once he’s back on Earth he immediately runs into Iris and tries to use her to get to her father but the thing is that Len/Cold HAS changed during the time he spent with Barry. He never meant to, but he did. So he basically just tells Joe to have a nice life and resigns himself to leave and go back to his little corner of eternity.

But not before Barry sees him.

And then—well admittedly I hadn’t really written too much past that point, haha, but I’m sure you can guess that Barry is furious with Joe and finds a way to go to the afterlife to get Len back, and I guess it turns into the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice for a while, although I would never give my boys an unhappy ending so I did plan for the fic to have a happy ending and have Len and Barry leave the afterlife together. However, it was by that point that I realized this would take waaay too many chapters and way too much worldbuilding to write this story in a satisfying manner so I got discouraged and gave up XD But yeah, that was basically the whole plan for this giant project that will probably never happen, although I guess you never know!

Thank you so much for the ask, anon. I can only hope I haven’t bored you to death <3

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[shrinkthisviolet]

Fun meta asks for writers - 1 and 2, please!

1. Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

Ahh gladly!! So starting off, there’s my ongoing AUs:

Shatterpoint, which is the Lucy Kenobi AU. Currently I’ve written up to ANH, and I’m working on the fic that follows Heir to the Jedi! Might be multichap, might be a bunch of oneshots…we’ll see (but there’s a oneshot I’m gonna try to write in the next couple of days, for Whumpcember!). There’s also a romance later down the line in this series that I’m so excited for y’all to see unfold 🥰

reaching up to touch the sky, my Morgan Wells AU! Currently working on the s1 installment…and thinking fondly about the s2 installments further down the road. I’m gonna try to make headway on that s1 installment in the next two weeks!

Then there’s two new ones:

be with me, a time travel AU where different versions of Luke appear to Rey at different points in the trilogy—post-ANH Luke during TFA, post-ESB Luke during TLJ, and post-ROTJ Like during TROS/DOTF. It’ll follow canon mostly…with some tweaks (Rey is related to someone important but she’s not a Palpatine, and also Palpatine is dead, so the last installment will be sort of a mix between TROS and Duel of the Fates, the scrapped script)

luminous beings are we, a post-NWH AU where the FOS trio is thrown into ANH, with only MJ and Ned remembering each other. They’re thrown into different places, but they always find each other 💞 (it’ll span up to ROTJ!)

A few projects/WIPs still on my list but on the backburner for now:

Stay Gold, CK time travel AU with Sam&Tory&Aisha as the leading ladies! Their friendship defines this series 💞 (along with the Daniel&Sam father-daughter/friendship!)

history is gonna change, the Bumizumi time travel AU! I promise this will get finished, but the muse is a bit dead at the moment. The next time I post will be when the full first fic (Book 1) is complete, so y’all can look forward to regular updates when I return to posting for that!

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Ooh well my next oneshot for the Lucy AU is Lucy & Astra centric, so I’m excited to develop that friendship!

I’m also excited to write the decay of Morgan & Thawne’s relationship, and her growing friendship with Team Flash (mostly Barry, seeing as she’s already friends with Caitlin and Cisco).

I’m excited to, in s2, write Morgan’s “enemies” to sisters arc with Jesse 💞(enemies is in quotes because…they don’t like each other, but that’s mostly because they don’t really know each other).

I’m also excited to write Morgan interacting with Nora in the s5 arc…let’s just say Iris isn’t the only one who earns Nora’s anger 👀

AND I’m excited for Sam&Johnny interactions in the next installment of the CK AU!

I’m also especially excited to write more Skywalker triplet scenes, Lucy raising Rey prior to TFA, that romance that I won’t tell you guys about…etc

There’s just so much, honestly 😂 I could go all day!

writing ask game!

[mh-the13thyear-au]

MH: The 13th Year: Ghoulia

Ghoulia Yelps, a zombie with very few words, is the smartest ghoul in Monster High. Calculated, creative, and always willing to help out, she is a ghoul any monster can rely on. Ghoulia, on top of being an undead genius, is also a big nerd-, I mean, comic book lover. She's a fan of the fictional hero DeadFast and is inspired by him

Click on "keep reading" for more information. Leave any questions you may have on my ask!

-BIOGRAPHY-

Name: Ghoulia Yelps

Age: 15 in zombie years (at start of AU; 19 in zombie years at the end of AU's main story)

Gender: Female (uses she/her pronouns)

Hair color: Light blue with blue highlights

Eye color: Light blue

Notable traits: "Dead" left eye, torn left ear, decomposed/decayed spots on left cheek, right shoulder, left side of torso, and upper right leg

Height: 5'2"

Birthday: July 25th

Freaky flaw: like many other zombies, she moves at a much slower pace and often speaks in groans and moans, which makes it hard for some monsters to understand her

English voice: Audu Paden (when speaking zombie), Brina Palencia (when speaking English)

-FAVORITES-

School Subject: All

Activities: Studying, reading, inventing/repairing machines, playing video games, helping other monsters, collecting DeadFast merchandise

Color: Cherry red

Food: Fast food (cheeseburger and frights)

-RELATIONSHIPS-

Family: Adoom Yelps (father), Scarbara Yelps (mother)

Pet: Sir Hoots-a-Lot

BFFs and Friends: Frankie Stein, Draculaura Vampyr, Clawdeen Wolf, Lagoona Blue, Cleo de Nile, Jackson Jekyll, Abbey Bominable, Venus McFlytrap, Robecca Steam, Wydowna Spider, Iris Clops, Scarah Screams, Jane Boolittle, Kjersti Trollsønn, Gigi Grant, Twyla Boogey, Bonita Femur, Avea Trotter, Sirena van Boo, Betty L. Geuse, Millie, Marcus, Hedna Bloodgood, Skelly Femur, Quill Talyntino, Harper Talyntino, Jackie Skellington

Romance: Sloman Mortavitch (crush/friend and later boyfriend)

-OTHER NOTES-

overall zombie-like appearance inspired by Tim Burton's Corpse Bride

social media username is "ms.deadfastyelps"

somewhat tolerated Cleo's original bossiness

very rarely speaks English and often has a translator handy

with collaborative help from Wydowna, she created a superhero comic series inspired by her friends titled "Power Ghouls"

has a secret laboratory in the catacombs (refurbished from Hexicah Steam's old lab)

[englishindubellay]

ecg 1

Verbes + ing

Verbes + to

Verbes + objet + to

Pendant les vacances de Pâques, Mahaut va apprécier de ne pas avoir à se lever à 7 heures tous les matins. Elle fera la grasse matinée. = to enjoy. Passer ses vacances à l'étranger, un vacancier, un voyagiste, une agence de voyages, a budget hotel, a hotel-keeper, a lavish hotel, a deluxe hotel

Martin n'a pas envie d'aller en boite ce soir. Il est vanné et il a d'autres chats à fouetter. = to feel. A venue, faire la tournée des bars, booze, une boisson non alcoolisée, un demi-litre, un fêtard, a gig

Je ne peux pas imaginer Sara monter à cheval. A chaque fois (whenever) qu'elle voit un animal, elle hurle. = to imagine. Une jument, un poulain, une selle, tomber de cheval, My kingdom for a horse, J’ai une faim de loup, un fer à cheval,

Iris a abandonné (1) la lecture des journaux. Elle trouve que c'est une perte de temps. Elle préfère (2) regarder des feuilletons sur internet. (1) : to give up / (2)  'd rather. La presse populaire, la presse de qualité, la presse de caniveau, faire les grands titres, the editor, the circulation, publié le ...

Axelle n'arrête pas (1) de m'interrompre à chaque fois que je dis quelque chose d'intelligent. J'en ai marre (2) d'être interrompu. (1) : to keep / (2) : to be fed up with. It's double dutch to me, un forum de discussion, bavarder, to chat someone up, to have a little chit chat, a chatbot, a chatty person

J'aime bien Anaïs mais elle tend à parler un peu trop. Dites-lui de la mettre en veilleuse (sock) : to tend. Des collants, une jupe, a blouse, un survêtement, des sous-vêtements, un slip, un pantalon, corduroys, un pyjama, un maillot de bain

L'autre jour, Killian a fait mine de ne pas me reconnaître dans la rue. Il doit avoir une dent contre moi (to bear someone a grudge). = to pretend. To have a toothache, a decayed tooth, the tooth fairy, se brosser les dents, dent pour dent, œil pour œil, to have a sharp tongue, tongue in the cheek

Alice m'a demandé si je pouvais lui rappeler d'appeler Lou demain. Je l'ai envoyée balader (to send someone packing) = to remind. Aller faire une balade, promener le chien, aller faire une rando, a march, une foule, le bus est bondé

Lucas ne veut pas que quiconque sache qu'il connaît toutes les chansons de Michael Jackson. Il n'y a pas de quoi avoir honte (to be ashamed of), bien au contraire. = to want. Les paroles, le refrain, connaître par cœur, to sing out of tune, to sing in tune, a choir,

Jade, peux-tu m'aider à bouger cette table ? Désolé, je te donnerai un coup de main quand tu seras plus serviable (to lend someone a hand). = to help. Les meubles, un placard, une table basse de salon, une table de nuit, une garde-robe, du chêne, un chêne

Traduire en français et énoncez la règle grammaticale.

Eloi remembers paying his electricity bill but he must also remember to pay his phone bill. He tends to be a bit absent-minded you know. = to remember + in vs to remember + to

Quitterie regrets saying what she said but I regret to say that she'll be penalised for telling such rubbish about her friend because a friend in need is a friend indeed. = to regret + ing vs to regret + to

Mathurin stopped talking for a moment, then he went on chatting whereas Ammar stopped to talk about a totally different topic, that is, the American soft power. = to stop + ing vs to stop + to

[irisbaggins]

“Dave”, leading them into the pizzeria: You do know kids aren’t supposed to be in here, right?

Max, narrowing his eyes at the blond twinkie in front of him: Shouldn’t you be dead in a ditch somewhere?

[dearlymrme]

Voodoo

2,082 words - SFW

Silco/Reader, Silco/GN!Reader, Silco/Gender-Neutral Reader, Soulmate AU

Injury, Gender-Neutral Reader, Soulmates.

Pain is not something anyone has to go through alone in the world. There’s someone out there perfectly picked by the star’s to share it with you.

You know you have a soulmate somewhere in the world. You know that because growing up, you are nicked with all kinds of small cuts and scrapes. Too many for your mother to bother with, so you fix them yourself. You made your first stitch when the right of your lip splits open into what was a cut that scarred. It was surprisingly easy, you had steady hands, and those steady hands were a blessing when you became one of the very few doctors in Zaun.

You are in the middle of treating a patient when you feel pain, burning pain coming from your left eye. It’s enough that has you staggering, what brings you to the floor however is the impossible pressure on your lungs. Your hands immediately start to claw at your throat. The blood trailing down your face from the cut is long forgotten as you can’t breath, you can’t get enough air. Your patient is screaming, calls for a nurse and they find you just in time to see you blue in the face, eyes bulging before they slowly slip shut and you pass out from lack of air. 

When you come to, the pressure is gone but the burning is still there. You can breathe again and the polluted air of Zaun has never tasted so good. Your nurse, Mia, one of your closest friends, is standing over you, padding your left eye with disinfectants.

“How bad?” You ask and she makes a face, biting her lip. “How bad is it?” You ask with more command in your tone and she sighs.

“You’re lucky you're both alive. Do you hear me? You’re lucky for more than that. You have one. Do you have any idea how many people in the world never get to meet their soulmate? At least you’ll have an easy time finding yours.” She says, telling you the extent of the damage without telling you.

And you hurt, you hurt even more knowing that they hurt. It bedridden the both of you. They were either almost crushed to death or almost drowned. When the body gets better from the trauma you have to stay extra for what happened to your eye.

Your eye burns because the eyelid is gone and leaves for infection. Mia can only offer you eyedrops with pity, and they only slightly help. You're feeling your own pain coupled with the pain between the link of whoever your soulmate is. It gets bearable and when it does, Mai sends you home to get used to the change. 

When you first wake it’s at its worst. You take your eyedrops and assume they are doing the same, likely with better medicine too because whatever they are doing or using lasts well into the afternoon.

You get better. Get adjusted to the sight of your new eye and the slight milky haziness of looking through it.

You go back to work. You are far too busy with one of the only running clinics in Zaun to worry about looking for your other half. Besides, with a black sclera and a bright, almost burning blue iris, you’re sure word will spread well enough that, whoever it is, will be able to find you easily, given that they are in Zaun at all. Some people are unlucky, knowing they have a soulmate but never meeting them because they’re somewhere else in the world, too far to find.

You’re not going to be one of the stupid ones that pack up their shit and go exploring, searching the globe for years, likely to always be searching till either one of them dies, the other dying with them at that same moment. The death rate in the world is always in pairs, it’s always an even number. It’s already sad enough when one of your more unlucky patients don’t make it, and the guilt eats at you that not only have they died but their pair has died too.

So, you push yourself into your work. Ignoring how with time the pain in your eye gets worse and the skin around it begins to decay. You ignore the looks of both patients and Mia, ignore the pity and the winces of sympathy.

Rumor had it, Silco was dead. Nobody knows what happened to him. Rumor had it, Vander was dead. Rumor has it now that Silco is alive and now running the Lanes. You helped patch them both up and the Sons and Daughters of Zaun when they first started their rebellion. You can’t help but wonder just what happened to the both of them but you don’t dwell on it too often.

Business picks up with the appearance of a new drug. Shimmer is horrifically addicting and the effects that overuse has on the body doubles your average amount of patients, to the point where you hardly ever have any open beds. That didn’t stop you from doing what you could, treating patients in the lobby and advising some of the less severe patients pain management advice and that if they wanted to keep from getting worse they needed to stop using.

Some came back worse. Some didn’t come back at all.

Again it’s the reality of the job. There was nothing you could do for those that didn’t listen to doctors orders and sometimes self help is the best help.

You see Shimmer for what it is however, a power move. Against who you don’t know. Likely Piltover.

Until Mia bursts into your office with an apology on her lips.

“I’m sorry! I told her that you were busy but she didn’t listen, she just-” And you stare up under your readers at the massive woman that shoves your friend out of her way to enter your office. Her hair short and her arm mechanical, you have to force your eyes away from the prosthetic in an effort not to be rude, despite her not giving you the same courtesy as she saunters up to your desk like she owns the place.

“Damn. You really are it.” She states, staring obviously into your eye. And you squint at her with your good one in offense. “Come with me.” And you look back to your paperwork.

“I’m busy.” You state and she scoffs.

“Then get unbusy. Silco wants to see you.” And you sigh, taking off your glasses and slipping them in the pocket of your lab coat.

You knew it was only a matter of time before the new kingpin of the lanes would try to get you into his pocket. You had done good to stay neutral in the Zaun but it seems that would no longer be allowed.

You hand over your papers to Mia and give her a smile, trying your best to put her at ease but she still looks on in horror as you follow the massive woman out of your office and to what could potentially be your grave.

The Last Drop has had some remodeling down since you had last seen it. Not that you get out of the clinic enough and your apartment is the opposite direction from the bar. You’ve seen it once, doing a personal call for Vander after a horrific event on the bridge, treating a blue-haired kid of his when she had gotten the flu.

The sign that once looked inviting now looked menacing with neon green lights circling in the shape of a wide open eye and the mild pain in your left reminded you that it was getting close to taking your drops again.

When you entered you were floored by the massive chance to the interior of the bar. The open dance floor practically bounced with the beat of the music as many patrons danced and drank the night away. The homey look of Vander’s establishment had turned into what looks more like a nightclub and there is the hot smell of sweat and alcohol in the air.

There is something else though, something sweet that assaults your nose and sticks to your tongue like candy. You see small flashes of neon purple vials in a few of the patrons and hands and realize that it’s Shimmer. You make a face as you see one man in particular down the substance like a glass of beer.

You get roughly shoved to move ahead by the big woman beside you and you stagger from the action, muttering a curse under your breath. She jerks her head over to the staircase leading up by the left of the bar. You follow her, the footsteps of her boots almost as loud as the music.

She takes you to an office and holds open the door for you. You're slightly surprised by the sudden politeness, turning to look at her, only to get the door closed in your face.

And with the door closed, the music is muffled to what you consider a much more managed volume. You glance around the office, the nice red couch, the wardrobe in the corner, the music player. You are looking everywhere but where you should. You stare at the large ornate wide window behind the desk before you look at the actual desk. It’s nice, likely mahogany. And then finally you look at the red chair behind the desk, it’s back facing you.

“I was told you wanted to see me?” You ask 

“Yes.” His voice is smooth, it reminds you of slick oil and sends a chill down your spine. The chair slowly turns and your breath is knocked right out of your lungs by what you see.

Opposite the color of yours, a burning orange that’s similar to fire. It practically glows in the dim light of the office, highlighting the abnormality, drawing your attention like a moth to the flame. You know your own, blue, stares back in shock. Why was yours blue? Why was his red? What difference did the two of you have in your daily life that made this simple shift in color?

“A gift from Vander. He cut my face and as he tried to drown me the chemicals in the water caused the mutation.” He answers your unspoken question and you reach up to finger the jag that runs down the left side of your face.

He stands from his desk and comes around it, leaning back against it in a casual manner before gesturing with his fingers from you to come closer and you do. Wiping your sweaty palms on your coat as you step towards him, finding it funny that your nerves were finally beginning to show. The threat of meeting the most dangerous man in the world didn’t put you on edge, oh no, but meeting said dangerous man and your soulmate all at once?

You stop in front of him and he lifts a hand just before your face, stopping just shy of your skin and raising a brow in a silent request. You lean into it, shuddering as he strokes a thumb over your scarred cheek. It’s sensitive and you know that his is too.

“It was the worst pain of my life. The betrayal of who I thought was my brother, the water in my lungs, the resulting injury.” He states and he brushes a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“But you know what kept me going through it all?” He asks and you swallow as he stares at you with passion and pleading love in his mismatched eyes. 

“You did. You kept me going with the thought of knowing you were out there. You were going through the same pain I was…coming out stronger from it just like me.”

You reach up with your own hand and brush it over the other side of his cheek and smile at him. This is your match, brought together through pain and trauma to meet and support each other through mutual hurt, just like everyone else who was lucky in the world.

Mia was right, you were lucky. Despite the fact that he was the source of a lot of trouble on your end. You’ll sure if you ask him for the notes on it, try to make something to counter it, and judging by the longing in his eyes, he might actually give in.

You were willing to work with him. Not for him but with him.

“Nice to meet you.” 

He smiles back, seeming just as willing to have you and keep you.

“Likewise.”

[oliviermiraarmstrongs]

mid-year book freak out tag

thank you @bloody-wonder for giving me an excuse to share my book thoughts!

1. Best Book You’ve Read So Far in 2021?

It’s gotta be The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood; I hear “feminist period novel about mentally ill woman unable to cope in upper-class society” and I am THERE! It’s like [Stefon voice] This book has EVERYTHING: repressed women, a decaying old house, a complex relationship of two sisters, a pulpy sci-fi story-within-a-story-within-a-story, criticism of capitalism and reactionary attitudes and politics, commentary on how conservative society shuns those it perceives to be “other” and a threat to the social order (poor people, socialists, “unconventional” women). It is EXTREMELY my shit.

2. Best Sequel You’ve Read So Far in 2021?

The only one I've read is Siege and Storm, so Siege and Storm! Shadow and Bone was captivating, if a little simplistic, but the sequel really fleshes out the characters, setting, and themes. It’s great to see Alina take a more active role, and I love the exploration of sainthood. 

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

I’m really curious about Michelle Zauner’s memoir Crying in H Mart. Same with Axiom’s End, which I haven’t really been seeking out, but it’s been resting on my list since I like a lot of Lindsay Ellis’ stuff.

4. Most Anticipated Release For Second Half of 2021?

5. Biggest Disappointment?

The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood. I’ve been getting into Atwood, and I have a soft spot for female-centric retellings of myths, so this was on my list for a long time. It’s not bad; it’s decent as a character study and offers some good perspective on the hanged slave women from The Odyssey, but overall it came off as...bitter? And not in a good way. It’s reasonable to include commentary on how bad things were for women in ancient times, but after a while I’m just like “But there had to be a time when Penelope was happy, right?” But the biggest failing has to be the treatment of Helen. Why a story focused on bringing literary justice to silenced women also characterizes Helen of Troy as a manipulative, arrogant bitch who single-handedly ignited the Trojan War because she enjoys fucking people over, I’ll never know. Ironic that in the opening chapter, Penelope bemoans being used as a yardstick with which to judge other women, and then the book proceeds to do exactly that with her and Helen. Can’t let Penelope have a positive relationship with another woman! There could be some form of unreliable narrator at play, but there’s not much indication that that’s the case here. Even Homer had a more nuanced portrayal of Helen than this!

6. Biggest Surprise?

I suppose The Red Tent. I picked it up at a Goodwill because of my aforementioned interest in female-centric retellings. It’s not amazing, but I wasn’t really expecting it to emotionally affect me like it did. You spend so much time setting up Dinah’s family and this supportive community of woman within a patriarchal society, only to have Dinah abandon it all after getting betrayed by her father and (most of) her brothers. Hearing about how her family fell apart after she left and she never got to see her mothers again really gets to me. The book has flaws for sure - neither of Dinah’s romances are developed very well, and some of its themes can come off as gender essentialist - but I think it’s a nice exploration of female labor and traditions that too often get ignored.

7. Favorite New Author?

The only relatively new author I’ve been reading is Leigh Bardugo, soooooo... honestly I don’t know what I can say that hasn’t already been said, I got into the series pretty late. Great world-building, witty dialogue, a familiar type of story with enough interesting ideas to make it feel fresh. Check out Shadow and Bone if you get the chance. Sound of the summer.

8. Newest Fictional Crush?

You would think it would be Nikolai Lantsov since I just finished reading Siege and Storm and he seems to be the fan favorite... but nah, not yet. He’s fun, but he doesn’t hit me in that way (Though very sexy of him to just casually proposition Alina and Mal for a royal polycule, a la Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot; would love an AU where they accept his offer). However, I would let Zoya murder me. Every time Zoya is not in a scene I am asking “Where’s Zoya?” Also shout out to Alina, just because I would treat her better than all the men in her life! 

9. Newest Favorite Character?

Gonna try to do this without spoiling too much, but Laura Chase in The Blind Assassin really resonated with me. Her personality reminds me a lot of myself, especially as an an autistic person, like the way she has her own way of thinking that makes perfect sense to her, but makes other people see her as odd and naive. I love how she’s set up in-universe as this Sylvia Plath-esque tragic heroine, with Iris spending the rest of the book interrogating and deconstructing, and in a way, reconstructing this image of her. Atwood you’re insane for this. I forgive you for the Helen thing now.

10. Book That Made You Cry?

I never got as far as crying, but the part in The Goldfinch where [spoilers incoming] the art heist goes wrong and Theo is alone in the hotel room and he’s spiraling and considering suicide and finally dreams of his mom… all that was too much for me and I had to put the book down for the night. This guy just can’t catch a fucking break.

11. Book That Made You Happy?

fucidjdjdj I didn’t read any happy books this year. Shadow and Bone and Siege and Storm because I read them really fast unlike my usual months-long reading schedule.

12. Favorite Book Adaptation You Saw?

Predictably, Shadow and Bone. I basically bought and read the book less than a week before the show came out because I thought it looked interesting and wanted in on the hype (mostly because Jessie is cute 🥰). Honestly, the show improves a lot on the first book; the multiple storylines make it more dynamic and complex, the actors really help to make the characters feel more fleshed out, and Alina and Inej interacted for like three scenes, introducing an unexpected but thematically rich ship.

13. Favorite Review You’ve Written This Year?

14. Most Beautiful Book You’ve Bought So Far This Year?

I impulse-bought this book of Romantic poetry at Barnes and Noble just because it was pretty and I had a gift card

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

Besides finishing The Grisha Trilogy/Six of Crows duology/Zoya’s duology that I forgot the name of….I don’t know. I’m not a reader that plans in advance. I acquire books, finish whatever I’m currently reading, look through my stacks deciding what to read next, spend an hour doing so because I can’t decide if I’m in the mood for any of them, and either force myself to read one or buy/borrow a new one.

I’m tagging @betweenironyandsilver, @illuminaticns, @borispavlikovskys, @chdarling, @sctine, @mightyaubs, @excuseforadrink, and @trckstergods, if you wanna! Or anyone who wants to yell about books.

[renegadeapostle]

You have to tell us what perfumes you use!! Put us on! What’s wrong with le labo? I like the le labo rose 34 :(

A tough one to answer because I wear multiple perfumes a day and I'm almost always trying out samples, much to my family's displeasure. (I've been called a torture artist for making them smell some of the things I've worn!) But I try to mostly do sampling when I'm at home. Full bottles I own and wear when I'm out and about include but are not limited to:

Andy Tauer L'air du desert marocain - LOVE OF MY LIIIIFE! It smells like nothing else, simply one of the best dry ambers in existence. You must sample this if you like perfume at all.

Tauerville Rose Flash - my favourite rose scent (yes, even more than Portrait of a Lady!) A super jammy rose with a weird, funky citronella kind of base note. Projects like nothing else, I adore it. 

Thierry Mugler Alien - one of the best designer perfumes of all time, one of the best jasmines of all time. I love her. I wear this to the grocery store lol

Guerlain Vetiver Extreme - I didn’t care for the OG Guerlain Vetiver, though it’s considered one of the best in the genre (and I adore vetiver as a note!) but this one I love, it’s super smoky and incense-y. Hard to find in Aus but great value for money.

Comme des Garcons Incense: Avignon - you spray this and a Gregorian chant starts playing. A beautiful, airy, completely unforgiving incense. 

Prada Infusion d'Iris - A papery, dry iris. It uses the dry facets of iris, vetiver, incense, and a slug of iso e super (an aromachemical that smells like cedar/pencil shavings) to create an effect like the smell in a very clean library. One of my safe (for other people!) scents. 

Wik & Co Marveilleux - a lipstick rose/iris from an aussie indie brand. Smells like a vintage style scent that’s been given a modern twist. The closest I get to a decadent floral. 

Lalique Encre Noire/Encre Noire Extreme/Encre Noire Sport - my vetiver babieeeesssss. Encre Noire is one of the best vetivers ever made and probably the best soliflore for this note. Unfortunately, it only lasts about an hour on me so I spray it profusely. Extreme is deeper and a bit more powdery, Sport has some mineral notes in the top, both are also lovely. 

Lush I'm Home/Rentless/What Would Love Do?/Lord of Misrule/Goddess - I love my little lush bottles!. I’m Home is a cosy vanilla/benzoin, Rentless is Christmas spices with a huge slug of patchouli, WWLD is a lavender/citrus, Lord of Misrule is a patch/vanilla/pepper situation, and Goddess is what has to be described as a brutal oud, paired with rose and osmanthus. All lovely, well priced, and more inventive than about 80% of the designer/niche market. 

Serge Lutens Gris Clair - my fancy chemist lavender/hot ironing darling. Glorious.

Rania J Ambre Loup - gorgeous, cosy amber, with a lot of clove in the top notes. Not too powdery.

YSL M7 - one of the first western oud scents. Smells very medicinal, like cherry cough syrup - one of my faves. 

Prada Candy Gloss  - another cherry scent, I’m obsessed with medicinal/clinical cherry notes (I often enjoy almond/heliotrope perfumes because they smell very similar to cherry!). What perfume people call a ‘dumb reach’ - lovely, crowd pleasing, unchallenging. 

Molinard Habanita - powdery but in a good way. A vetiver-vanilla combo that is dominated by heliotrope (cherry-ish) and tobacco for me. Love the bottle.

Goldfield and Banks Wood Infusion - another aussie niche brand. A sticky oud and sandalwood, it projects like crazy. This one is addictive!

Guerlain Mitsouko - the chypre to end all chypres. 

Ariana Grande Cloud - a Baccarat Rouge 540 dupe, the best BR540 dupe, a saffron/medicinal top that blooms into a warm gourmand base. I get compliments from strangers when I wear this one. 

Escentric Molecules Escentric 01 - iso e super (aforementioned pencil shavings aromachemical) with a truly lovely pink pepper top note. 

Gucci Guilty Absolute pour Homme - smells like bandaids. Smells like a muscle rub. The affect is created by a truly dark combination of vetiver, cypress, and patchouli. I adore it. 

Agent Provocateur l’Agent - tuberose and incense, mainly myrrh. Very gothic, dramatic, seductress in silk dressing gown draped over a staircase. 

Dior Homme - A masculine (citrus top, woody base) with an iris (lipstick smelling) heart note. It is heavenly. 

Estee Lauder Youth Dew - my brother once called it, 'the sulfur of the damned'. Smells like Betty Draper mid existensial crisis. A coca coca oriental. 

Tocca Guiletta - this is a breezy light floral that has almost nothing I like listed in the notes, and yet I love it? It lasts forever, i take it on holidays. (Man, remember holidays?)

Tom Ford Black Orchid - Had it for years, love it deeply. A chocolate-cucumber top accord with a decaying floral/incense base. Smells like a dying 1920′s starlet. 

Tom Ford Grey Vetiver - a buttery vetiver accord in the style of Comme des Garcons Man 2. 

Kyse Frollino Lavanda - a huge dose of essential oil-ish lavender on top of a salted butter/sugary base. It’s just gorgeous. 

100bon Amaretto and Framboise/Carvi Jardin et Figue/Davana and Vanille Bourbon - these are all natural scents with surprisingly good longevity. The almond is a little boozy, the fig is very creamy, the davana a bit more fresh. I wear them in summer because they’re not cloying and they don’t give you a headache. 

I have decants of Frederic Malle Portrait of a Lady/Musc Ravageur and Heeley Cardinal that I wear pretty often as well. And I have a sample of Ormonde Woman that I'm hoarding because I love it and I want a bottle very badly but it is spennnssssyyy ($230 for 50ml). My wishlist is equally as embarrassing.

As for Le Labo, that’s really just a petty me thing; I don’t like brands that overcharge for their product. Fact is, unless the scent includes really difficult to source (real oud), rare (Mysore sandalwood), or expensive (real orris butter, saffron) ingredients, there’s no reason why the scent should be sold at such a markup. 

(I would probably never buy a full bottle of a Frederic Malle perfume either, though I love many of them and I like the brand a lot more than Le Labo, because they are similarly exorbitantly priced - mostly because of the ingredients.)

A lot of niche brands do markup (Byredo, Creed, ROJA DOVE) because they’re selling the aesthetic, and I don’t jive with that. I like a few Le Labo scents (Thé Noir 29, Vetiver 46, their oud is alright) and i would buy them if they were in the 100-150$ price range. I also like that they have an affordable in house sampling service. I don’t like how they name their perfumes after the most used ingredient, because I think it’s misleading (Santal 33 does not smell like sandalwood, it’s a violet leaf bomb, etc). Rose 31 I do hate though lmao. It smells like sour cumin to me.

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

So, in your Bioshock au, is having two different eye colors a symptom of splicing? Or is ‘splicer’s eye’ a different thing and I’m misunderstanding it

In your body, some cells are produced more quickly than others: keratin, melanophores, your inner olfactory cells, your dermis, your gut lining, your taste buds, your blood cells, your bone marrow. Chemotherapy targets the rapidly-growing tumerous cells that are a cancer, but it tends to not be particularly discriminatory. It attacks many fast-growing cells, especially if it's a stronger application.

ADAM isn't easily defined aside from Sc-Fi Goop but it's described as a benign cancer. It's probably a (possibly radioactive-the luminescent biomass certainly feels like an elephants foot situation) stem cell slurry of some sort, or someghing that really likes kissing on stem cells. In any case, It seems like most splicer mutations affect things like hair, skin, eyes, and the nose/mouth area the strongest, before more profane mutations occur.

In my general headcanon, there are many early signifiers of splicing, some more cosmetic than others. Splicer's eye is induced heterochromia (irl, damage to capillaries or other cells in the eye, such as during a vehicular accident, HAS caused an iris to change colors) due to damage to the melanophores. It's usually harmless, but it's a good sign to look out for worse problems. Splicers can also expect hair color change, hair loss, dermal sickness, vitiligo, tooth enamel decay, loss of smell or taste, nails falling off, etc. before the sight of roseate tumors or the like.

Mr. Sasha Ryan, being stuffed full as an embryo and baby with gene therapies and ADAM treatments, got a case of splicer's eye as soon as he fell out of the womb. Being a local celebrity and all, he's made it something of a fashion choice; this thankfully reduces the bullying he gets, but I think he holds some chagrin over being ye olde influencer. (Sasha, like me, also has a spot of poliosis, presumably from the same treatment).

Ryan the greater doesn't know how to feel about it. He certainly doesn't like the incriminating evidence of genetic tampering written on his child's face. But Ryan also takes a weary sort of acceptance to that sort of thing; despite all his flaws, Ryan doesn't really judge people based on looks- kind of goes against his whole philosophy of egalitarianism, and in the AU his days of putting the crazy in autocracy are still for the most part ahead of him.

(Don't get me wrong dude sucks. But he does actually believe in what he's saying, and it does guide his hand more often than it doesn't. He has a twisted sense of devotion towards his son, which is rather tangential to your original question lol)

[thebnha-auhoard]

Warning. Mad and unethical science happenings

Shigaraki scribled away, chicken feet writing that he would decode later, but the late night inspiration was too high.

Because if they could pull off his idea, than the limits of quirk would become the night sky and they would be fucking nasa in the race-.

"Tomura? You shou- w-why-"

He didn't turn to face the confused project that wandered in, it was gonna be worth the new breakthroughs he did with Kurogiri, Shigaraki knew it, and it would also be worth finishing the theoretical and calculations he was battling against.

"I'm fine, go back to sleep."

He didn't notice no new sound of a person leaving, or the watchful eye over him as he worded the perfect stasis for cells in portable devices, and the calculations of how much mass it would be needed to count as a person for transference.

Kurogiri could have sighed in fondness, but the shifting fog of clarity and clueless in his mind would not settle anymore, ever shifting and causing his head to ache and chest burn.

And yet, he would look over his ward with his life still so easily as the young teen crackled like a crow over his research.

Bright young man indeed

[talk1about7seventeen]

☂ Paradise In Somberville ☂

Summary: Mansions and lore is all ancient history, yet not for the rather faint heart of Virgil who stumbles upon a great secret that may just change his life forever.

Warning: Angsty Virgil, cursing, detailed descriptions of death, violence, talks about violence, mentions and depictions of blood, creepy Remus, uncomfortable situations involving sexual tones, just general vampire stuffs.

Characters: Virgil, Remus, Janus, Roman, Patton, and Logan.

Word Count: 3238

Ship/ Paring: No real ship, just general Remus flirting/ being creepy with Virgil, hints of Prinxiety (Virgil x Roman)

AU: Vampires! 

Song Inspiration (Author’s Note): I was inspired by two songs: Vampire Banquet - Fox Academy and BERNADETTE - IAMX. This story is generally based off of Diabolik Lovers (Specifically the anime - WOAH, I JUST FOUND OUT IT WAS A VISUAL NOVEL ON THE PLAYSTATION???? WHAT???) because I’ve been watching a lot of it recently ^^ I should probably check the game/ novel to fully understand the story...I bet plenty of fanfics have been made on this topic and this is just for fun so yea! 

I hope you enjoy! ( ◜◡◝ )♡

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It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Virgil to skip school, especially on gloomy days. It made him want to walk around and explore with his thoughts alone. Today was no exception. He found himself traveling down the same road he always did, enjoying the well needed time to himself. This hour was usually filled with cars, or at the very least animals scattered about. Nothing. Just gloom and quiet; oddly so. It hadn’t really crossed Virgil’s mind. His surroundings were as significant as the millions of other times he made some irrational decision that would shake the course of his day. 

A steady tune played in his ears as he felt like a character in a TV show. “This is the part where something unexpected happens....right?” He commented to the air. Tsk!! “Oh, how scared I am...” His sarcasm was as apparent as the eye roll he gave to absolutely no one. Who knew the reason for his pessimism, or his sour tone. It had become who he presented even alone; his character. Lemons had more of a sweetness to them than he did, and he was aware of that. As the guitar slowly died in his head phones, he felt the vibrations of the road under his feet. This was odd. He wasn’t ever really aware of his surroundings when music was playing but something pulled him from his haze. There was a sound that roared in the distance, probably a car or a truck.

He wouldn’t have cared much normally but it startled him. Besides his own breathing, it was the only sound in the atmosphere. Such a loud contrast to the once silent road. Like a flash of lightning, a beam of sunshine through a window, the only thing in sight....came so fast. The car reared it’s ugly head in view, uncontrollable....untamed. Right at him. 

He felt frozen, anxiety blooming from him like a poisonous plant. Closer....louder....it was angry....the noise! Eyes wide and unprepared for the worst, the horn of the beast ringing out in the air like a siren, a warning call. All of the sudden it came to him in slow motion....the impact. Thankfully, he wasn’t hit face on by the car, only getting clipped in the side. This was enough to send him crashing down to the ground behind him....or...where there should have been flat ground. Instead, Virgil found himself tumbling backwards down a steep slope on the side of the road. 

Every hit to the uneven ground made him let out a groan and shaky breath until he landed on something flat. The ground was so much kinder to him once he stopped rolling. His hand was missing his phone, and the head phones once placed in his ears were suddenly ripped out on the way down to....wherever he was. Laying on his back, he stared at the gloom, the sky. The deep trees like hands reaching out for it. Virgil felt numb emotionally, the anxiety had turned to acceptance....this was how he would die. It made sense. The miserable would find misery. He just had wished someone could have found him before hand. Maybe then he could have made it out with only a few broken bones. 

His lips pressed into a hard line as he pictured all that would occur after this. He would decay here, his flesh peeled off of his bones by the vultures, devoured by the maggots. Maybe he would end up on Buzzfeed Unsolved. He could see the headlines now.....

18 year old boy, found dead in the woods. Was it murder? Here, we will uncover the tale of Virgil, the boy who probably deserved it in the end.

To be fair, only Virgil would classify himself that way. He breathed in once, the knot in his chest ever present. As he began to breathe out for what he imagined would be the last time, he heard a twig snap. His eyes shot open and the anxiety turned into agony. Tears instantly streamed down his face. This was really over.....the man who drove that death machine had found him, didn’t he? Coming to finish the job...

There was a voice but not soon enough spoken. Just as the person was about to say something....anything, Virgil blacked out.

---

“Logan! We have to do something!!”

“Quiet yourself, it doesn’t do any good to shout.”

“Nerd over here is right, Pat. Shut your fucking mouth, babe!”

“Remus! This isn’t helpful, I---oh...”

Virgil began to regain consciousness. His head was spinning and it was surely the people....whoever was around him’s fault. People.....wait...

He sat up faster than he should have because a sharp pain coursed through his lower torso. “Fuck!” He groaned, cupping his side. No one moved in the room and he could feel multiple eyes on him. “Where....” Looking up, his eyes focused on the figures in front of him, now clearer than what his vision had been before. In the room were five other people. The tallest was a lean man with glasses pressed against the bridge of his nose. He looked calculated, smart...it was probably just the glasses though. Or his uncanny expression that looked like he hadn’t slept in months. Virgil knew what that was like, being an insomniac and all. His hair was black and slicked back neatly. He wore more dressed up attire, including a button up shirt which was a dark blue, almost navy and dress pants. He had a vest on that was black, matching the pants he wore, but his eyes....were blue...deeply so. The kind of blue Virgil hadn’t ever seen in eyes before. It was beautiful....alluring. 

The second tallest was also fairly lean, yet he had broader shoulders. His appearance almost made Virgil jump. One side of his face was scarred completely. Something you might only see in comics. He dawned a hat and dressed similarly to the blue eyed man on the other side of the room, yet not as neat. There was a kind of ruggedness to him that made him stand out from the others. His eyes were also oddly bright, taking the form of a yellow hue with a lime green around the iris. Little blonde hairs poked out of his hat almost like bangs. The man looked Virgil up and down and turned to the others, presumably looking for some kind of reaction. 

“Are you going to say anything?” One chimed in. His voice was the equivalent of a broken vinyl on a record player. Virgil nodded, recognizing him as the third voice to speak when he was waking up initially. He was drastically different from the first two, standing at the third tallest next to another man who had the exact same face as him. He was a twin. His clothes were torn and stuck to him like a death threat on the front of a door. What seemed to be a repeating theme was the man’s scattered aesthetic, likewise, his hair was unkempt and silver in color. There were bandages on his right eye, covering what lay underneath. The eye that did show was wild...it had seen murder, or at least that’s the only comparison Virgil could give to how the man looked at him....as if he were prey and he, a hunter. They were green, like a vile of chemicals. 

“Speak then, bitch!” He growled. “Remus!” The smallest boy exclaimed. Remus was his name....he recalled hearing it when he awoke. Out of all of them there, the first voice seemed less threatening, soft even. He had light hair, almost peach looking and it curled freely around his softly framed face. He had the softest features out of all. The rest of the group were so jagged. His eyes were a light blue, almost white. 

“I....” Virgil tried to speak but the words got caught in his throat. “Stop, you’re scaring him!” The soft one spoke again, looking agitated at Remus who crossed his arms in response. The tallest walked up to Virgil with such a stride that would reveal confidence. The man grabbed the sides of Virgil’s chin and turned his face, letting go after a moment of calculation. “How do you feel?” His tone was cold. “Uhm....I---OW! FUCK!” He grasped his side as the pain started to set in. “Where...am I?” 

“My apologies, I am Logan Sanders. You are currently residing in the Somberville Mansion.” Logan looked Virgil dead in the eyes, his almost emotionless nature almost...frightening. “Mansion!?” Remus snickered at the confused boy’s reactions. “Welcome~” He said sensually. “You aren’t helping!” Said his twin. Virgil looked over Logan’s shoulder to see a boy who he would have expected to mirror the dumpster fire of a person but no...he was greeted to a regal, dare even say, royal man. His hair was also silver, but less of an ash color and more of a pearl shade. The beautiful stranger was wearing an eye patch on his left eye which was embellished with red roses and rubies. And oh, his eyes....an orange and red mixture like fire blazing right through him. The passion in his eyes was that only read in stories. “Roman, Remus, leave at once.” Logan ordered, not looking away from Virgil. Roman....that was his name. 

“What is your name?” He asked as the two now out of sight. “Virgil...” The smallest boy came up to the table he laid on. “Hi! I’m Patton! A pleasure to meet you.” He smiled widely. His teeth looked almost like they had fangs. “I really did hit my head hard, didn’t I?” Virgil asked out loud, receiving a small giggle from Patton. “You smell,” He inhaled. “Amazing!” 

Virgil looked down at his now ripped attire, sniffing in the scent. “If you like muddled cologne---uh---sure..” Logan finally turned to the last person in the room and muttered something Virgil couldn’t really hear. “Do you guys have a phone I could use?” The room he was in was decorated accordingly to how each person dressed. It was polished, almost Victorian, with a fireplace in the corner which was surrounded by bookshelves that held knowledge unbeknownst to outsiders. “Don’t think so. But trust me,” Patton cupped Virgil’s hands in his palms and looked into his eyes with the utmost optimism. “You’re in good hands.” His cheerful giggle rang out into the air once more. “I think I dropped my phone somewhere in the woods....if I could just get to that, I---” 

“No worries, we already got it covered.” The yellow eyed person said, handing him over his phone. The screen was damaged which was no surprise. Virgil sighed. “Thanks...” Patton let go of Virgil’s hand “Great job, Janus!” 

“If you follow me, we can get you proper clothing and make sure you’re seen off momentarily back to your home.” Logan walked up to the dark oak double doors with golden handles, pulling it gently and moving through. “C’mon, cutie!” Patton beckoned him out of the room.

---

If not for the fact that he was being directed into different hallways, up different staircases, he could have gotten lost. They weren’t kidding when they called this place a mansion. They finally came upon a door that opened up to a room with a plush bed, a vanity, and a large wardrobe and other objects that Virgil doubted were considered an necessity. It was all fully furnished and it looked expensive. “I hope you find the selection most suitable. We’ll leave you here to change. Come out when you’re finished.” And with that, Logan closed the door behind him leaving Virgil alone with his thoughts. Though, his thoughts were anything close to what he wanted to be alone with. He didn’t know these people which would normally spike his nerves. Yet, these people were somehow inviting despite their intense appearance. Even if not, they were all he had at the moment. He didn’t know where he was and his phone was busted. The five people in this crazy maze of a house was the ticket to his survival. If he didn’t die out in those woods, he was certain he wasn’t going to die now. Not like this anyways. Not with his fresh wounds. He couldn’t get away even if someone was chasing him. There was no telling the condition his legs were in let alone his entire body. The risk was too great. He was forced to blindly trust these people. So far they had been seemingly kind. But that was only now. What about later? Especially with that Remus guy....he looked like a wild cat ready to pounce. Virgil didn’t trust the blood lust in his eyes. But he was safe for now. In a room. Alone with his thoughts.

Might as well find something to wear. There wasn’t any more time left to waste. The sooner Virgil could get out, the later he could contemplate and better yet, process everything that was happening. He opened the large wardrobe and gulped. Clothes sat untouched of the finest material. Skimming his hands over a blouse, he gasped. This thing had to be a couple hundred dollars at least. This was definitely out of his comfort level, but this may be the only time he could feel and look expensive. He chose a long sleeved blouse that was white and shined under the light. It was cut into a V shape at his neck, exposing some of his chest. The sleeves fanned out at the forearms and tightened around his wrists, a part of the shirt covering the back of his hand. The shirt went along with a set of black pants which weren’t ripped unlike what he normally wore. Lastly, the shoes were black and had a slight heel on the bottom. Walking away from the wardrobe he got a good look at himself in a full-body mirror that sat next to a window. Outside of the window shown the sky darkening as rain came falling down from the sky. He had to get out of here. 

“Uh....Logan?” Virgil called, leaning on the bedroom door. The door swung open and instead of Logan and Patton was Remus. “Oh...uh...” He began to stammer. “I think Logan was supposed to be out---”

“What do you get out of teasing me like this?” Remus glowered. “What--?” The man took a step forward, causing Virgil to take one back. “You’re smell so....addictive, my pet~” He began to walk backwards until he hit the bed behind him, falling onto it. With a quick motion, Remus jumped on top of Virgil, straddling him. “Dude, what the fuck!?!?!” The bigger man placed a hand forcefully on Virgil’s lips. “Shhhhh.....shhh....” He cooed. “You can’t wear such a....revealing piece of clothing....” Remus leaned down to Virgil’s ear and took in a deep breath. “Delicious....I’ll take immense pleasure in you...” For a quick moment, Virgil looked into Remus’ eyes and saw death in the face. Panic....nothing but panic! Thoughts flooded into his head like a cry for help. Please!!!! It can’t end like this. Then suddenly, a strike, almost like a needle, dug into Virgil’s exposed skin. He let out a yelp, trying to make any sound he could to grab someone’s attention, anyone! He felt a sucking sensation which burned the side of his neck. Remus lifted his head, blood trickling down his lips and exposed teeth. They were sharp.

“REMUS!!!” Patton gasped. The man groaned and got off of Virgil, cursing under his breath. “I’m so sorry, Vir---!” Patton tried to say and caught a sight of Virgil’s neck. Patton went and yelled for someone but Virgil wasn’t sure who because he felt his vision fade and his consciousness leave him.

---

He awoke to sun in his window. Virgil sat up and laughed to himself. What an odd dream he had. There was pain....and a hot mystery man...and vampires....but it was all a dream...it was all---

“Good morning!” Patton cheered. “It....it wasn’t fake!?” 

“Clearly not.” Logan readjusted his glasses. “Since Remus was, for lack of better words, crudely inappropriate last night, it has come to my attention that you know about him, about us. And knowing our secret, we cannot permit you to leave Somberville.” Virgil’s eyes widened, tears starting to form. “I-I--no! I need to get out of here! I have a family! Friends! I---can’t be here!” 

Patton turned away, too solemn to look Virgil in the eyes. “I do not blame you for his....mistake.” Logan’s words cut like a knife as he glared towards Remus who was unphased by this. “However, you must pay the consequences for such. We can do one of two things, make the public presume you dead,” he paused. “Or, we can come up with a more....kind explanation to your sudden disappearance.” 

“We’ll let you decide, of course.” Patton said, his once cheery voice now as gloom as yesterday’s sky. “Let us know in exactly fourty-eight hours.” Logan checked his watch and with a small nod, exited the room. “It’ll be....okay...you’re in good hands...” Patton tried to be optimistic as he once was, but nothing could shake the emotion that coated his voice. Janus pulled Remus out of the room, too cautious to leave Virgil and him alone again. Virgil wiped the tears that poured down his cheeks. A figure sat down on the side of the bed, sinking into the plush mattress. It was Roman.

“Uh...I’m sorry about my, rather ignorant brother. He was dropped on his head as a kid.” Virgil let out a small chuckle. “No kidding....soo...you guys..are--” 

“Yea...” Roman sounded sympathetic for the boy who wasn’t quite sure if he was just a boy anymore. Virgil rubbed against the side of his neck, pressing against the bite marks that remained from Remus. “I don’t think I ever introduced myself. I’m Roman, pleasure to make your acquaintance....though I wished on different circumstances.” He held out a hand. Virgil shook it, making eye contact with the one eye that was showing. There was silence between them now. The breeze drifted into the room and birds began to chirp. Roman wasn’t so scary....not that he expected him to be...but after last night, there’s no saying who could be deceiving Virgil. “Well, I’ll leave you to your own devices. If he ever does anything like this again, call for me. I’ll be your dark prince, always at your service.” He planted a kiss on the knuckles of Virgil’s fingers. He stood up and took a small bow. Virgil felt his cheeks flush. “The rest of us aren’t so bad.” Roman promised. “Hopefully.” Virgil responded, null of hope.

Roman stopped at the door and gave one last nod and vanished out of the room. The sky was shining today. It was warm and glowing. The atmosphere was light and everything they didn’t seem to be. A facade in the form of living. Such a happy place for the name Somberville. But even still, all Virgil could feel was the gloom and the aching of his body and where the bite marks remain....and he was more aware of himself than he ever was before, and afterwards...

[trouvelle]

The Dead Don’t Cry (II)

This is not a continuation;;; I mean maybe it is? but ok I don’t know what else to call it. All my love goes to this certain katana-wielding boy who doesn’t deserve any pain (cue my *nervous laugh*)

Fandom: Detective Conan/DCMK Pairing: Heiji/Kazuha Rating: PG-13 Genre/Tags: Tragedy, Angst, Horror, Zombie!AU Warning: Character Death Summary: Heiji smiles at her, wishing he has said I love you at least once, because that's how he feels. It's all too late now. 

•

Inside the house that they managed to break into and settle in for a few months now, there is a room with a thick glass door. Ever since the outbreak happened, this is the second and only house that they occupied as their sanctuary. It was by sheer luck that Heiji’s father knew a rich congressman who had a custom-build house for extra protection because politicians are often paranoid, that’s all. Heiji is quite familiar with that room by now—it has been functioning as a sterile room they use to keep the virus out, or the one they use to lock the virus in. This is where his parents died, with gunshots to the head, delivered through tears and gritted teeth, and the last of his father's strength, demanding for Heiji to save himself.

Heiji heard how some people are catching the virus even without getting bitten. Some people say everyone has the dormant virus in their system, just waiting for it to fully emerge. Some say it's in the food. Either way, it doesn't look like the whole thing is going to be over any time soon.

It's been long since he survived this, and maybe Heiji shouldn't survive anymore. In a way, he's already lost to the zombies. There is a certain horror that doesn't leave you when you've seen so many of your friends and family die in the worst possible way. Some aren't themselves anymore, lost behind dead misty eyes and decaying skin. Some aren't intact upon their death, devoured into pieces by those creatures. Some others died in his own hands, asking to be killed before they turn into something they never wish to end up as. Heiji still wakes up with nightmares in the middle of the night, from Otaki-han’s voice begging for Heiji to take his life, from his father’s eyes that were no longer his own and the image of his mother’s bloody flesh.

It's not really a life worth living when every day is a constant report of deaths, a continuous loss of people he once knew. Kazuha, who has always been a ray of sunshine, keeps insisting that one day, the whole thing will pass. He notices that she has been saying it less nowadays, especially following the absence of her father.

The only other people Heiji knows to have survived are Shinichi and Ran. Kazuha talks to Ran on the phone every single day. They have been updating each other and just to keep themselves company. Once, Heiji overhears them trying to maintain a normal conversation, as if pretending that their lives haven’t been turned upside down.

As of last week, it's Ran who has passed.

"Ran-chan called to say goodbye," Kazuha informed him that day, voice wavering from the tears she fails to hold back. Shinichi had already called Heiji himself at sunset the day before. She’s infected, out of nowhere, the former Detective of the East confided to him, his voice raspy like he had been screaming for hours. That was the last he’s heard from Shinichi. (Heiji still dials his number every morning religiously.)

"And then Ran-chan—” Kazuha sobbed, “She… she s-said she will do it herself. She knows Kudo-kun wouldn’t."

Heiji banged his fist on the concrete wall. Shinichi and Ran were their closest friends, the last remnants of their old lives before the virus. "She’ll be okay," he whispered as he wrapped his hands around Kazuha, pulling her into a hug. He needed assurance just as much as she did. "I'm sure she’ll be okay soon."

An image spurred into Heiji's mind. Of Kazuha, trying to put a bullet to her own head… no, there's no way he could live with that. He would do whatever is necessary to prevent that from happening. They had fallen asleep in each others' arms, and when Heiji screamed himself awake from a nightmare, merely two hours later, Kazuha was already up, crying next to him.

•

The first thing he notices is the change in his voice. He always sounds gruffy in the morning, but this time it doesn't even sound human. It's too hoarse, too scratchy, too low—it's hard even to get a decent good morning out.

Of course Kazuha notices it, too. "Do you want me to go get you some medicine?" she asks right away, eyebrows furrowed in concern. They still have plenty to live off of, and unless it's absolutely necessary, Heiji really doesn't want either of them to go out. He would rather stay in and watch the TV, although it's just a tedious rerun of old cartoons with the occasional breaking news. 

He shakes his head no. "I'll be okay," he answers, sounding the farthest from okay. Maybe he should try to go back to sleep.

"You should sleep some more," Kazuha says finally, still looking worried. She reaches to touch his cheek, stroking his face slightly, and he feels his skin burn with heat. He is way past the state of being shy and embarrassed upon any physical touch from this childhood friend of his, so it can only mean one thing. 

It dawns on him then, what might be happening. Heiji jerks slightly from the realization, half hoping that she doesn't notice. He gets on his feet urgently, shaking his head some more. Please, please, please, don't let Kazuha notice. "Uh," he mutters. He doesn't think she is aware of his panic, so at least that's a relief. "I think I'll go shower."

"Okay," she agrees, not questioning anything despite the rather confused look in her eyes. "Do you want tea? I’ll make some porridge for breakfast today."

Heiji grins, hoping it comes off as his usual one. He nods quickly before rushing to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. In all honesty, he's panicking inside, and he needs to look in the mirror right now to calm himself down. But what he sees results in quite the opposite.

It takes a lot to notice the symptoms at this stage, but Heiji has seen it way too many times. He saw it on his father, he saw it on his mother—and now he's seeing it on himself. There is a red spot in his sclera, an early sign that it’s hemorrhaging. He sees the tiniest tint of grey covering his iris, one that he knows will spread until his eyes are misty and blood red both at once. He takes off his shirt and spots dark specks of rotten skin across his back, and it's confirmed, now, Heiji mourns. He's turning.

He doesn't think it's fair—he's been careful enough with everything he does, with everything he touches and everything he eats. But then again, nothing about living in a world full of the living dead is fair. Heiji slumps down to the floor and leans on the wall, banging the back of his head repeatedly against it. He's got Kazuha to think of, he's got his own feelings for Kazuha to worry about.

Heiji has never really told her what he feels, although he's certain that she knows by now. Love doesn't help much in this kind of life, and he doesn't want to burden her with feelings on top of the whole mess that is their universe. But now that he knows his time is up, really, Heiji just wants her to know how happy she makes him. How thankful he is to have spent his whole life with her. 

Tears are trickling down his face, and he scratches his head in frustration, clawing some skin and hair off the side of his head. The violent strike is coming, too, Heiji realizes as he tries to stop himself from peeling his face off. From what he has seen, It takes around twelve hours for the transformation to take over completely, but the problem is that he doesn’t know when it first started. He knows it's selfish, but he really just wants to have more time being normal with Kazuha.

Maybe, maybe, just a few hours would be okay.

•

He prays that he has enough time with her so they can both cherish their last moments together. And right now, he prays that Shinichi is still alive and will answer his call.  When the line goes through, although he hears nothing but low breathing on the other end, he exhales the breath he doesn’t even realize he’s been holding.

“Hattori.” The other boy starts.

When Heiji hears the familiar voice that belongs to his best friend, he feels a huge sense of relief and happiness, so much so that he almost forgets about what’s happening to himself. “You’re alive.”

“So are you.” 

Not for long. Heiji lets out a pained chuckle, “I have a favor to ask you.”

•

This is as normal as it gets. Sitting on the couch, watching the same cartoon episode they’ve already watched last week and the week before, eating the food that Kazuha prepared. She rests her head on his shoulder, and he has his arm around her, taking in every last moment he gets to have. In another life, this would still be them on weekends, minus the wandering zombies outside, maybe plus one little boy or two in the near future. Or girls, Heiji doesn't really care.

The thought of Kazuha with adorable children of their own makes Heiji smile, although it's hardly the appropriate time for that. He should tell her soon. It's not fair for either of them, but at least it would be safer for her if he tells her. He should tell her soon.

Not just yet.

Heiji lifts his head and kisses Kazuha on her forehead, earning him an amused look from the girl. "What was that for?" she asks, obviously pleased.

Heiji shrugs, not wanting to say anything because God knows how bad he sounds right now, hours since then. He recalls everything Kazuha has done for him—helping him with their parents’ bodies, kissing and holding him to sleep when the nightmares get overwhelming—she’s always there by him no matter how bleak the situation they’re in. Heiji smiles at her, half wishing he has said I love you at least once, because that's how he feels. Now it's all too late, and even if he tries to say the words, the voice won't be his own. But still, thank you, he mouths, thank you for everything.

Kazuha doesn't answer. So he leans down to capture her lips with his. It burns and it stings, but the way his heart shatters hurts him the most. As the kiss deepens, he finds himself wanting to bite on her lips, but then a small voice in his head asks which part of him the urge comes from. His fear for Kazuha's life is what makes him push her away. Before she realizes what’s going on, he is already up, running away from her and locking himself behind the glass door.

"Wha—Heiji?" Kazuha has finally caught up with him and finds him inside the confinement room. Heiji watches as she searches his face and slowly understands what's happening. Her expression falters into something he has only seen once on her face before—an overwhelming mix of shock, sadness, and utter devastation. That time, Heiji got to her too little too late. She had had to put her father down, and Heiji promised himself that he would never ever let her go through it again. Look how that turned out, he bitterly laughs. He wishes he hadn't caused her such pain, but what is there for him to do?

"I'm sorry," Heiji manages to croak out in an unfamiliar voice. His pupils are probably almost fully diluted, now. Despite his hazy eyes, he can see the skin on the tips of his fingers perishing. He's already half dead, but maybe he still has a few more hours of being conscious. Before then, he has to convince and make sure Kazuha kills him—otherwise he doesn't know what he's capable of doing to her. "This sucks."

Kazuha still stares at him in a daze, her jaw hanging loosely as she steps forward to lean on the door. "How?" she asks finally with a strained voice. She sinks down to the floor, her knees banging against the tiles in a way that will surely leave bruises. She doesn’t seem to realize, or mind.

"How?" she repeats in a whisper Heiji can barely hear, because he is thumping his head again and again to the glass surface separating the two of them.

Despite the ache in his chest, Heiji grins weakly. He can feel parts of himself slipping away and it gets harder to stop his hands from jerking, to stop himself from peeling skin off of his body. His vision is stained with grey and yellow and red, and Kazuha will probably look like nothing but a lump of meat by the time he is taken over completely. 

"Kazuha?" he calls with the last bits of his consciousness. He just wants her to know that he's still there. He just wants her to know that even in his current state, she is in the only thing on his mind.

In between silent sobs, she answers, "Heiji." She is struggling to get words out. Heiji stays quiet as she weeps, palms pressed on the door. She gasps for air and tilts her head up to stop her tears. She turns to face him, questioning with an unsteady voice, "Heiji, what are we going to do?"

He quirks one eyebrow up as an answer, as if saying Ahou, you know what to do. Kazuha stares at him desperately, as if begging Don't you dare make me do it.

"You have to," Heiji croaks, again with the foreign voice that is now his. It's so hard to breathe right now, and he isn't sure if it's the aftereffect of the infection or the sight of a broken Kazuha in front of him. "Please," he adds when she doesn't answer. Would it be easier for her if he kills himself? Like Ran did? It’s no use now, all their weapons are outside of the room. Heiji can’t risk opening the glass door at this stage.

Kazuha presses her forehead on the glass door. "How long do we have?" she asks, searching his face. He wonders how bad he looks right now—he knows some of the skin on his face has already peeled off, maybe his flesh is even showing. He knows his eyes are supposed to be clouded all over now, some parts of his face probably ashy and decaying already. He doesn't want her to look at his face anymore.

"Heiji," She repeats in a much softer voice when he turns to the other side of the room with his back facing her. "Let me look at you, please."

No, he wants to yell. She still wakes up screaming with nightmares of her father. He doesn’t want to be in her worst nightmare.

"You have to kill me," Heiji begs. "Right now."

There's a button on the side of the glass door. All Kazuha has to do is press it, and in ten seconds the door will open, and she has a split second to pull the trigger before the monster inside Heiji prances forward to kill her. There is a shotgun right there behind the vase. There's also a revolver in the top drawer. It's so easy to end all of this. He really wants it to be over—what's the use of having Kazuha so close if he doesn't get to touch her? What's the use if he has no power to tell him how much he wishes things were different, how much he wishes they could be together?

"Let me have you for another hour," she pleads helplessly. He remembers his parents, her father, even Ran, and prays that Kazuha is strong enough to move on alone. Heiji frantically starts writing down letters on the floor, a message for when Kazuha loses him, his last words written with his blood.

When he's done, he nods to her. At the rate his whole body is spasming, he knows he won't be able to hold on for another hour, but he'll let her get everything she wants for now. Like he always has. He’ll let her prepare herself before having to kill him.

"This is so unfair," Kazuha sobs, “I can’t kill you too.” She leans on the door so closely like she wants to go past it and get next to him, but he is thankful that she can't. He doesn't know what he'll do if she is within touching distance. "I don't know what to do, Heiji, I really don't know what to do."

He doesn't know either. He really wishes things could be different but here he is, decaying by the minute, slowly giving way for a monster to occupy his body. Kazuha looks like she's willing himself not to cry, and Heiji wonders how much pain he's causing her this time. All he does is hurt her. She never looks away, as if it’s the only way she could hear what he is thinking. "I don't know what I'm going to do without you."

"Have to,”—groan—”live,” is all Heiji can bring himself into saying through gritted teeth. She will be all alone, but she will make it. If only he had the strength and mind power to, he would have added please, Kazuha, you have to survive this.

There is a sob-filled pause, until, "I will," Kazuha answers weakly, smiling a little. "I will." Heiji feels relieved at her promise. He knows she’s strong enough. 

He nods as many times as he physically can and presses his palm against hers, albeit with the thick glass separating them. He would do anything to hold her again. All he can do is grin at her and try his hardest to ignore the pain.

Maybe Heiji really doesn't have much time at all. He is starting to lose control of his body and his eyes open wide, his vision covered in a blur of reddish grey. He punches the glass, trying to break free, trying to get on the other side. The monster inside is taking over—Kazuha has to do it right now. 

"Heiji?" Kazuha sounds hesitant as she calls his name. I'm still here, Kazuha, Heiji wants to say. But it's too hard right now, he's too weak and something else inside him is taking over.

Heiji has killed more than enough of those monsters in his lifetime, some he doesn't know at all, some he knows way too well. Now Heiji learns that the hardest one to kill is the one inside your own body. "I can’t—" He croaks with all the strength he can muster. "—anymore—kill me."

Kazuha is stepping back from where she is seated near the door, with one hand covering her mouth, and even with all the haze covering his line of sight, Heiji can tell that she is crying even louder than before. I'm sorry for making you do this, he wants to tell her, I'm sorry for leaving you alone. But there's not enough of him left in this body. He feels himself taking steps backwards, getting ready to ram through the door. 

Bam. He slams his body to the thick glass that doesn't budge. Bam. He feels a searing pain in his shoulders. Bam. She is holding the shotgun in one hand. You can do it, Heiji thinks, Goodbye, Kazuha. He can't see where the blur ends and where the red starts. Bam. By now, his urge to prance on her is as strong as his will to say I love you.

He can hear a low sound of countdown—ten... nine—she has pressed the button, now. He'll be gone in mere seconds. 

Three, two, one.

Gunshots sound the same whether you're behind or in front of the gun, Heiji learns. A sharp pain hits the center of his head, burning, stinging.

All the red in his eyes diffuses into black.

•

Inside the house that they managed to break into and settle in, there is a room with a thick glass door. Kazuha has cleared the room after the body of what used to be Heiji started to smell. She has gotten so used to the stench of the dead, but she knows she has to treat him with more grace and respect. That might not be Heiji any longer, but he was fighting until the very end.

It gets lonely, living in a world where everyone else is dead.

Sometimes Kazuha wants to join Heiji and her father and her friends in the afterlife, assuming such a place exists for people who died the way they did. Sometimes Kazuha goes for days without eating, because she barely feels anything, maybe her body is broken. Sometimes Kazuha gets tired of falling to no end, and her thoughts go to the revolver in the drawer, or the shotgun behind the vase. When it happens, she enters the room with a thick glass door, sits down and stares at the floor, reading the words written in the last drops of Heiji's blood out loud.

Live, Kazuha. You said the whole thing will pass.

[foofygoldfish]

ocs & deities

tagged by @tommymillers​, @faithchel​, and @nightwingshero​!

bold what applies - italicize sometimes - strike out never.

EROS: • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous •

HECATE: • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings •

PAN: • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry •

NEMESIS: • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words •

HYPNOS: • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has had a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes •

IRIS: • life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always traveling (in the modern au) • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person •

[deadacclolz]

Hiya! this is a little thing that ive been writing for.. 2 hours? yeah, probably that long. anywho! it’s about how Phone Dude died in my au, and it’s quite gorey. if you’re unable to handle things such as vomting, mass amounts of blood, disemboweling, Animal death, and murder please stop reading now, because im on mobile and am unable to put the cut!!!!

Austin slid the key into the rusted lock, twisting it to the left and then to the right. He caught the metal contraption in his left hand as it fell, sliding it into his coat. The blond-haired boy unwrapped the chain that held the big metal door shut, letting it fall and lay still on the floor next to him.

The young man pushed his glasses back up his nose, a loud screech breaking the beautiful night’s silence as the door was slowly pulled open. Austin stepped into the run-down building, greeted by an awful smell and a sickening squelch as his right foot was brought down. He flinched, swinging his leg back up again, his eyes darting to the place on the floor where his converse had landed.

There on the floor was a darkened shape. He couldnt tell what it was exactly, but it wasnt much bigger than his shoe. He sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He turned the shattered iPhone 6 on, and then the flashlight, shining it towards the tiny shape. Austin winced, seeing what he’d stepped on.

It was a mangled corpse of a rat, definitely dead. It looked like something had thrown it back and forth at walls, and then beat the hell out of it like a damn punching bag.

“Well that’s fucking disgusting…” Austin murmured, shaking his foot out and kicking the poor thing out of the way and into a dark corner.

The hallway was barely illuminated, the only light coming from the glowing red Exit sign behind him, and his phone’s flashlight, which was currently pointed at the ground. The blonde turned his wrist up, yawning and walking down the eerie hallway. He was cautious, not knowing where the hell that thing had decided to rest for the day. Mike was always the last person to see him, so no one ever knew where the rotting bunny decided to hide for the day.

Austin turned down the short corridor, pausing. In the stillness, he could hear something being dragged across metal. There was a squeaking sound from the opposite side of the building, then a thump, then complete silence. A shiver ran down his spine, but he kept walking. Whatever it was wasnt moving any more, and there’s no way it was the bunny....That thing was fucking ancient... There was no possibility he wouldnt be able to hear it.

The 21-year-old trotted down the second hallway, turning off his flashlight and sliding his phone back into his pocket as he approached the glowing chica head. There was no need for it anymore. He whistled a tune, completely ignoring most of his surroundings. His chocolate brown eyes scanned the walls for any sight of the animatronic, relieved by the fact he hadn’t come across him this whole time.

He turned down the next hallway, looking to his right down at the arcade, and then to his left. It was the only way to get to his destination, and he got a weird vibe from it. The stoned male shrugged it off, seeing as the whole place gave him a weird vibe. As Austin went to turn right at the end of the hallway, he was stopped by something furry and wet. He stumbled backwards, looking up at whatever the fuck he just ran into.

Towering more than a foot over him was the bunny, it’s odd eyes staring down at him, one a glowing an almost striped purple and the other completely black with a glowing white iris. He was haunched over slightly, his left ear hanging down below his waist and the other torn and tattered near his shoulder. There was a low moan that he emitted every few seconds as if he was exhaling, and he smelt like Satan’s asshole.

“Fucking SHIT sticks-“ Austin yelped, turning to run back down the hallway. He heard the bunny practically roar, quiet footsteps and deep moans following him as he sprinted towards the other end of the hall.

Austin felt his footing falter, and his feet slipped out from under him. He fell to the floor with a thump, and whimpered when he felt something big press against the middle of his back. He looked over his shoulder to find a fluffy, rotting paw connected to the god forsaken rabbit holding him down. A robotic laugh found it’s way out of the monstrosity as it leaned over. Austin could hear muscles and fur ripping and tearing because of the motion, and it made him want to hurl. The rabbit grabbed him by the shoulders, violently turning him over and slamming his back against the floor. The wind was knocked out of him, and he felt an awful headache spurge from his head hitting the tile.

Springtrap’s eyes glowed a brighter shade than before. Finally, something worthy of killing. He was grateful of the little shit for setting him free, but that didnt overrule the fact that he needed something to kill and this was his first opportunity to do so with a person in god knows how long. Austin squirmed, trying desperately to get out from under the giant, metal furry pinning him down. Springtrap held him in place, quickly trying to think of some way to kill him. An idea struck, and a twisted smile appeared on the golden corpses’ face.

Springtrap grabbed Austin’s stomach with one bear-sized hand, the fur and glove torn and nearly entirely destroyed at this point. His grip tightened, causing Austin to cry out in pain. If this demon grabbed any tighter, he could probably shatter his hip bones like glass. Springtrap pulled his hand back a bit, eyeing the young adult’s stomach. His eyes glowed brighter as he cut through the soft flesh there like it was nothing, blood splattering onto the belly of this zombified beast.

Austin screamed in pain, thrashing and kicking like a child. Springtrap reached over, wrapping his freehand around Austin’s neck and squeezing. The blonde let out a choked sob, shakily reaching up to grab at the metal and decayed flesh around Springtrap’s wrist. Springtrap chuckled at the shitty attempt, before squeezing again. He let go, sliding both of his fucked-up hands into the cut he had made before. Austin vomited blood, choking and gaging on it due to being unable to get most of it out of his mouth without getting it in his nose. Springtrap wrapped his hands around Austin’s large intestine, yanking it out with little effort. The other let out a gargled scream, tears and blood streaking down his face.

Springtrap continued to pull out multiple of the young man’s insides, raking his claws along the fleshy walls. Austin eventually lost consciousness, and Springtrap took that as an invitation to plunge his hand into his chest, engulfing the dying male’s heart in his palm and squeezing it till it popped and sent blood splattering all over the hall and Springtrap himself.

The moldy, smelly animatronic stood, grabbing Austin’s small intestine and dragging it across the wall. He did the same to the dead man’s other intestine, and then threw his remaining organs either down the hall or at surrounding walls.

Using the fresh blood now coating his hands and the checkered tile, he scribbled multiple phrases across the damp walls.

[cutesuki--bakugou]

Sea Legs

Ch. 10 - Attraction

Warning, Naughty Chapter: Foreplay and Sex

Boku No Hero Academia / My Hero Academia Quirkless, Mermaid, Modern AU

Rating: Explicit | Excessive Fluff, Blood, Wounds, Nudity, Sex, Cursing and Vulgar Language

Genre: Romance / Humor / Angst

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (oc)

A trip to her grandmothers beachfront home was something that Koge had done every year of her life. This time, an unlikely discovery would change her life forever. Who knew explaining how to be a human could be so hard.

By the time Koge found the courage to leave the bathroom, the movie was over and the bedroom was settled in suffocating darkness. If she weren’t so upset with herself, she would find it pleasant, a perfect environment for sleeping. It was apparent that she wasn’t the only one who thought so, able to hear Bakugou’s deep breathing and soft snoring from the bed. During her time moping in the bathtub, Koge came to realize that everything she had just done was a huge mistake. She had been so blinded by how much she wanted him that she hadn’t even stopped to think about his impressions of it all. He had just been curious about what human sex was, why he was so turned on by her and how it was typically taken care of. In the moment, she may have been driven by urges she should have kept in check, but that isn’t why she had gotten so frustrated.

In the back of her mind, she thought that maybe giving herself to him would give her some hint as to how he felt about her emotionally. From what she could tell, there hadn’t been anything that wasn’t just physical attraction, and that brought her down much more than expected. For all she knew, he would be gone tomorrow, and her stupid little crush would be nothing more than a decaying memory. Technically, she had gotten what she wanted, and he got to experience one of the most intimate things a human can go through in their lifetime. Bakugou was healthy and eager to get home, which was all Koge had originally set out to accomplish, so she knew that she needed to let it all go.

Standing there lost in thought, she didn’t realize that the sounds of Bakugou sleeping had stopped, until she noticed his reflective iris’ locked on her from across the room. It startled her so badly that she gave a small jump at first, bringing a hand up to her chest. “Ah, uhm… Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t. Well… your smell did. You always smell good after a bath.”

Koge couldn’t stop the violent blush that ravaged her cheeks, shifting in her spot a bit before heading towards the small couch where she had been sleeping the past two weeks. “I’m… glad you think so. I guess…” Sitting down, she pulled the blanket up over her legs, though she didn’t lay down just yet. Bakugou gave a heavy sigh, the sound of the bed indicating that he had rolled over. “You’re that pissed at me?”

“No, Katsuki, I’m not mad at you.” Koge fiddled with a string that hung off the blanket, avoiding the eyes that she knew were still watching her. “I’m mad at myself.”

“What for? It’s like you said, it didn’t have to mean anything. It didn’t, right?”

“I--” Koge could feel the familiar burn of tears building up in her senses, struggling to speak against the lump in her throat. “You’re right. I’m just… Maybe I’m sad that you’re leaving in the morning. I’m gonna miss you.”

“Oh? Of course you are. But don’t think I’m gonna miss you! You’re the most annoying human I’ve ever met. But not as annoying as a lobster.”

Koge couldn’t help a short giggle, though it made her instantly lose control on the tears she had been trying to restrain. They were hot against her chilled skin, though she didn’t bother wiping them away. “I don’t believe you. I think you’ll miss me. I hope you will, at least…” With that, Koge settled herself to lay down, keeping her back to him in hopes that he wouldn’t see how truly upset she was about this whole situation. There was so much she wanted to tell him, about how much she truly liked him and how important every second they had spent together was. But she couldn’t. It would be pointless, afterall, and may just make their last moments together more awkward than they already were.

“Utsuro… why don’t you sleep over here.” Bakugou’s voice was quiet, as if his statement was supposed to be a silent wish or thought that she wasn’t supposed to hear.

“What? You… want me to?” Koge turned her head to look towards the bed, noticing that those reflective eyes were avoiding her as much as possible. There was only a soft grunt in response, but it was something Koge had come to recognize as a ‘yes’. After a moment of consideration, Koge peeled herself from the couch and made her way towards the bed, slipping beneath the covers. Facing her, Bakugou’s warm hand came up to caress her upper arm, and Koge could see the frustrated and confused furrow of his brow. “I just… can’t stop these stupid urges to touch you. To hold you… like they did in the movie…”

“You… mean cuddle?” Koge couldn’t resist the smile on her face, which only grew as he nodded. With a scoff, his hand came up and covered her face, making her giggle. “Utsuro, don’t look at me and smile like that! It doesn’t have to be weird, alright!”

Koge reached up and took his hand gently, shifting close to him as she guided his arm around her torso. “It’s okay, Katsuki.You’re right, it doesn’t have to be weird. Friends cuddle.”

“Do they?”

“Mhmm. Sometimes.” Koge felt his warmth spread through every inch of her body as she wiggled herself in, a soft sigh escaping her lips as he held her close. “You’re so warm… It’s odd, for a fish person.”

“I’m not a fish person right now. I’m human, like you.” Bakugou buried his face into her hair, making Koge’s face instantly burn like fire. “And there’s a lot of things about being human I don’t fucking understand. Like how damn stupid you make me feel. It almost makes me want to stay longer… Just to make sense of it.”

“You shouldn’t.” Koge closed her eyes, beginning to feel sleepy from the warmth and comfort of his embrace. “It will only make it harder… For both of us. We shouldn’t get any closer than this.”

“You’re right, Utsuro. Now go to sleep. Before we end up saying something we shouldn’t.”

…

Waking up with a strong arm around her wasn’t something that Koge was used to, but she had no reason to really complain. With Bakugou spooning her comfortably from behind, she felt as if she were wrapped in a warm cloud. She never wanted to move or get up, knowing the instant that she did, she would never have this again. Though, it quickly became apparent that he wasn’t quite as asleep as she thought. His hand slid around to caress her stomach, which was exposed from her tank top having ridden up during the night. Instantly, those butterflies returned, her heart beginning to race.

Don’t touch me like this, Katsuki… We already went through this, we can’t--

“Utsuro…” His deep voice in her ear instantly made her shiver, opening her eyes as his hand traveled up to caress her neck. Guided by his finger and his thumb against his chin, he urged her head to turn, so that she was looking up at him. It was obvious to her that he was still in some haze of sleep, his expression soft. But, his gaze was intense, only making her weaker. She knew there wasn’t going to be any way she could stop this if he started it, and in truth, she didn’t want to. She wanted all of him.

Instead of words, he continued by kissing her softly, which Koge couldn’t help but give in to. Bringing her own hand up, she buried her fingers into his hair, absentmindedly arching her body further into him. It was then that she could feel it, his cock pressing eagerly against her ass. Fuck, he makes me so damn hot. But I can’t! I shouldn’t…

“Can I touch you?” Bakugou spoke breathlessly against her lips, his hand having found its way back to her stomach. It was slowly making its way up to her breasts, his fingers inching beneath her shirt.

No—

“Yes.” Koges mouth spoke out of turn, kissing him again as his hand took action with her permission. Pushing her shirt up above her breasts, he first squeezed and massaged one, his hand large enough to tease it with ease. Koge couldn’t resist a soft gasp into the kiss when his focus moved to her nipple, pinching and rolling it about beneath his fingers. Sly smile crossing her lips, she turned her head away a bit, a fluttering bliss rolling through her body as his kisses continued along her cheek and jawline. “Someone paid attention to the movie.”

“Don’t ruin it.” Bakugou growled in her ear, increasing the roughness of his touch to make her gasp and wiggle. “I’m doing this for you.” A bit caught off guard by his words, Koge didn’t question him, trying to control the increased rate of her breathing. For me…? Does he feel guilty about last night?

She didn’t have much time to contemplate as his hand shifted down to her hips, making their way into her shorts and underwear. The heat in Koge’s body flared as his rough fingers slid across her clit, one of her legs lifting and resting over his to open herself up to him. Recognizing the reaction, Bakugou focused his attention on her clit, fingers sliding across and rolling the fleshy button about.

“Y-yes…” Koge moaned softly, hiding her face further into her pillow. “Yes, Katsuki, t-that’s it!” It was impossible for her to not cave into the pleasure, every inch of her begging for more. Bakugou seemed more than willing to give it to her, his lips trailing her neck and shoulder. “Tell me what you want.”

Beginning to feel that ball of pleasure growing in her core, Koge was happy to instruct, turning her head to look up at him again. She kept their lips close and gaze locked, loving that crimson glare. “Your middle and third finger… put them inside of me, a little curved. A-ah, all the way, to your knuckles and m-move them, in and out, oh fuck--” Being inexperienced seemed to be of no consequence, his fingers moving at the perfect pace and hitting all her good spots. The ball only grew tighter the longer he fingered her, forcing her hips to rock with his movements. “D-don’t stop-- Katsuki!” She couldn’t resist moaning his name as the built up pleasure finally exploded. The waves that rolled through her body were strong, making her twitch and sigh out loudly in relief.

“Damn it, Utsuro,” Bakugou removed his fingers, but continued to stroke along her sex as her orgasm faded. “Hearing you moan my name like that drives me fucking crazy.” After a quick kiss, Koge nibbled at her bottom lip, pressing her hips back against his to put a bit of pressure on his cock. “Well if you fuck me, maybe you’ll get to hear it again.”

“Are you sure?”

“Would I say it if I wasn’t?” Koge turned her body to face him as he removed his hand from her bottoms, catching him in a heated kiss. With ease, Bakugou held her body against his as he lifted her up, rolling them over so she was laying beneath him. Once she was steady, she was quick to strip herself of her bottoms, leaving them discarded on the bed. Bakugou followed her example, and once her tank top removed, they were both left bare. Koge absolutely adored the feeling of his body against hers, finding that even with their dramatic height difference, they fit together perfectly.

“You got it, right?” Koge kept herself open to him, looking down between their bodies as he prepared himself to enter her. With a small scoff, Bakugou slowly began to push himself into her, his brow furrowing from the still unfamiliar feeling. “It’s not that fucking hard, Utsuro, I’m not an idiot.” Holding onto his shoulders, Koge nibbled at her lip, his size affecting her more this time than it did the night before. “I-I know, genius. Just don’t cum early like last ni--” A sharp moan interrupted her as he suddenly thrust into her completely, burying himself within her.

“Damn your smart mouth.” Leaning forward, Bakugou propped himself up on his elbows, sinking his fingers into her hair as he began to rock his hips. “All I want to hear is your moans, Utsuro.” A smirk spread across his lips as he kept his face close to hers, obviously enjoying the way her expression contorted in pleasure.

It may have felt good the night before, but now, Koge was in pure ecstasy. Never in her life up to this point had she felt such pleasure, and she was sure to let him know, having to give him very little instruction. Bakugou seemed to know exactly what he was doing right by the spiking of her voice or the reaction of her body, following these clues to give her exactly what she wanted. In fact, he was giving her more than Koge had ever imagined, his cock slamming into her so hard and deep that she was sure she’d go insane.

“I-I’m never going to find another cock as good as yours, Katsuki. You’re so new to it but I love the way you fuck me.” Digging her nails into his arms, she could feel her orgasm growing close, the pleasure only spiking as he increased his speed on reaction to her praise. Taking a moment to kiss her, Bakugou hid his face within the curve of her neck. “Good. You’ll always remember me, then.”

His words had an affect on her that was probably not what he intended. Immediately, she felt a deep sadness, one which brought tears to her eyes that she struggled to restrain. She didn’t want him to leave. It was selfish of her, but the thought of seeing him off was one she could hardly bare. Nearly three weeks of knowing him was enough to throw her into a deep infatuation, one which she knew she would never feel for another person.

Her mother had always told her these things were like an immediate realization. That, when you find ‘the one’, whom your entire being resonates and connects with, it’s something you just… know. Soul mates, as cheesy as Koge always thought it sounded, wasn’t so far fetched now. She had found hers.

And he was going to leave her.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it much longer--” Bakugou hissed, not noticing Koge’s state of distress. As his thrusts became rougher, she kept her focus on the pleasure, arching her hips up into his so he hit even deeper. “I’m close-- you can finish inside.”

The permission seemed to excite him, his trusts and grip on her becoming more animalistic and rough. “Seriously?”

The change nearly sent Koge over the edge, leaning her head back as she was on the verge of exploding. “Y-yes! Please cum inside me, Katsuki!” Cursing, Bakugou’s movements became completely one sided, not taking her body or limits into consideration as his excitement became uncontrollable. Nearly instantly, Koge lost all control, cumming so hard that Bakugou nearly had to stop. “Ah, fuck!”

Koge gasped and dug her nails into his skin at how deep he buried himself into her, his release so hot that she could feel it. Body so swelled with pleasure, she couldn’t resist rolling her hips against him. “That’s it, Katsuki…” Wrapping her arms around him, Koge held him close, feeling him tremble. He completely melted into her, nuzzling his face into her neck as they both came down from their high. “I… got really rough in the end there.”

A bit surprised that was his first thoughts, Koge ran her fingers through his hair gently, not minding that it was damp with sweat. “That’s okay… I like it rough, anyway. It felt amazing.”

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“No.” With a soft nudge, Koge urged his head up so that he looked down at her. She couldn’t help but to smile at how his cheeks flushed as he looked down at her, the softness in his expression something that she couldn’t resist. “You’re really cute, Katsuki.”

“Don’t call me cute!” That familiar angry scowl returned, only making Koge laugh as he shoved his face back into her shoulder. Stroking his hair as he mumbled and huffed in annoyance, Koge did her best to cherish the moment, even though that sadness began to creep up on her again. Although she tried her best to swallow it down, her body gave her away with a sharp hitch of her breath, prompting Bakugou to lift himself up to look down at her. The instant his eyes locked with hers, she lost any control she may have had, hiccuping as the tears began to flow down her cheeks. She tried to wipe them away, doing her best to regain composure.

“I-I’m sorry, Katsuki, I don’t mean to-”

Rough fingers replaced hers, wiping the tears away.

“I’ll miss you, too, Koge. Now stop crying. I want to see that stupid smile on your face.”