#god i need a hyperfixation though

[kitchensinksurrealism]

in another "it'll pass" era but it goes for literally everything these days

[qcoded]

The Collector: The Deer Mansion AU.

Based on one of my previous posts! Basic gist of this AU: Since he's in Luz's role, Collector's a human who came to the Boiling aisles through a portal door. He finds himself in a creepy old Mansion, and soon discovers it belongs to Philip Wittebane: The Deer Man. He to stay with him and his nephew, Hunter, and a strange creature, Kikimora.

[Click on pic for better quality Tumblr is doing it WRONG]

[transboytism]

quick floyd doodle xx (29m)

r!floyd my beloved ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ♡

[watermel0ns-dumb-cringe]

Time to pester my mother with the rtc production that's 4 hours away because one of the days it's being performed is legit my last day of school

[no1ryomafan]

I hate how my Kikaider brain rot has actually worsened since watching the sequels because I thought it would put it at bay since it’s been putting me off from doing other stuff but I just keep ROTATING all the stuff about 01 funnily enough.

01 is just so *weird* because it’s not like I’m having a relationship where I hate it and I think it ruined the original but then become obsessed with wanting to fix it-I have had rewrite ideas but it would come with their own problems nor are they really striking me-no, I don’t actually feel super negative towards it, even if it’s objectively so flawed for multilayered reasons but I keep hyperfixating on WHY it’s so flawed because the OG show and even the crossover are not nearly as flawed in comparison. They do have their issues but they serve their purpose.

The original show having a recap ep was a odd decision and unfortunately the ending feels rushed/unsatisfying due to they had to make a up a ending since they couldn’t do 01s yet, but also as a self contained story it’s still incredibly solid and works for 12/13 episodes. Where as crossover despite being a single episode works for its runtime since it ties perfectly back to both the OG show and 01 + gives Jiro a ending that’s the closest thing to closure he’ll ever get, it’s biggest flaw is just the Inazuman characters are something you won’t have full context on if you don’t read the manga because they sadly didn’t get a anime-which yes I am also reading the manga, didn’t get far but I like what I have read-but that also does not actually effect the Kikaider side of the crossover.

But then you have 01 which absolutely FAILS at using the 4 episodes it’s given in almost every way: It doesn’t tie back to the original despite the originals ending being the way it was for 01, with plot holes being caused from it and it’s tonally different as it leans more on action than story which is not in its favor as it takes up most of its short runtime leading to the new characters and the story not being as developed as the original despite having incredibly interesting plot points, just the execution is not there.

It’s the one Kikaider show that needed to be longer, either the episodes needed a 45 minute runtime or it needed to be 6-7 episodes which is at least half the length of the original if it also couldn’t get the 12/13 episodes treatment. It just baffles me how 01 was given such little time especially as a OVA yet was still made likely due to the first show doing decently, yet they didn’t use their time wisely at all to make it actually tie to the original.

But I still can’t find myself to actually hate it or deem it as bad because maybe I appreciate the fact it existed just so the crossover could happen and we could also see the 01 characters animated, or just again, it doesn’t ruin the original so you could honestly pretend it doesn’t exist even if I don’t because I like the crossover and it’s important there. It’s something I don’t feel strongly for and I will always just advise the first show to people, since it being so flawed for so many reasons that’s it’s baffling at least makes it interesting to think about rather than boring or god awful.

[kkujo]

and everything has consistently sucked since we got back from that trip.. not a week after that i got covid and was really sick the beginning of august was truly the last time i felt properly happy. word

[wowifinallymadeanaccount]

Season one episode 8 of Hannibal is the EXACT reason why everyone should own a library with rolling ladders

No I will not elaborate further

[towerofluin]

god I never finished anything for whumptober but I did really like some of these sketches. this is super rough I didn’t even bother separating the sketches or moving the prompts lol

[mendelworth]

thank GOODNESS, I finally finished rewriting the first arc of the story before I slept. I had to rework everything because I cut out the first fifty pages. And I know that we're meant to finish the thing before editing too much but

I am editing constantly. I have to so that this thing doesn't blast through 120k again despite being cut in half already to separate books one and two.

it's Felix's fault. I blame him for becoming an inconvenience for the characters, for one arc, to a gosh darn full blown love interest throughout the entire book (also yay I figured out asks!)

[stuckinmyparacosm]

me when i dissasociate in school but i have literally nothing to bring me back to reality

[neverpathia]

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hullo hullo hullo but would you mind writing something related to paranoid x cheated?

(also I know I proposed a trade last time. if you have anything specific you wanna request from me feel free to drop it in my asks/DMs hehe)

(Hi Nevvy! I know you're taking a break at the moment, but I still hope you enjoy this if you see it, and I'm flattered that you wanted to do a trade with me, so hopefully this will be good for you! Enjoy, and take care of yourself!)

"Ow!"

"Hold still."

"It's kinda hard when-ow!"

Paranoid sighed in annoyance, watching as Cheated, his stupid partner, winced in pain as Paranoid wiped his arms clean of blood and grime.

Paranoid didn't let go of the arm that he was cleaning, full of bruises and cuts that Paranoid had no idea how one person could get so quickly.

He squeezed Cheated's arm tight, not being particularly gentle as he cleaned the other's arm. He should be, he knew that. But Paranoid was pissed off at him and he wanted Cheated to know that.

Cheated winced and hissed, but otherwise made no other complaints, and made a pointed effort to avoid Paranoid's glare.

Paranoid wanted to scold him. He should be scolding him. But he held his tongue for now, because once he started, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop, and he'd like to at least make sure that Cheated was cleaned and bandaged up before that happened.

He finished cleaning one arm, throwing the wet rag down onto the table with a huff, and Cheated flinched at the movement, eying Paranoid as if he was some wild animal.

As Paranoid went to step back and get some bandages, Cheated gently grabbed his arm and went, "Hey, you're not really mad, are you?"

That was when Paranoid couldn't hold back anymore.

"No, of course not," Paranoid spat out, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he glared at Cheated. "Why would I be mad at my sweet, caring, reckless partner, who refuses to understand when to give up and walk away?"

Cheated opened his mouth to argue, but Paranoid bet him to it, grabbing his other arm and started to roughly clean his cuts with the rag, making Cheated hiss in pain.

"Why would I need to be concerned when my moron of a partner decides that picking a fight with Stubborn was a good idea, especially when he refuses to stop fighting until he gets thrown into a patch of thorns?"

Cheated grunted in low pain, but still waved a hand about in the air as he snapped, "He kept calling me scrawny! He said that I'd fall flat on my face if I tried to fight someone! I wanted to prove him wrong."

"Does it look like you proved him wrong?" Paranoid asked, lifting Cheated's arm up for him to see. Cheated's anger shrank under the sight of his cuts, but then Paranoid exclaimed, "Because all I see is my stupid partner getting himself hurt in the most dumb ways possible, and then I'm the one that has to stop the bleeding!"

Paranoid finished his rant with a sharp sigh, twisting around before Cheated could say anything, marching off to retrieve the bandages.

Paranoid hated seeing the people he loved hurt. It always felt like someone was stabbing him in the heart. But when someone got hurt over silly reasons? His blood would boil- because why? Why would you put yourself in a situation like that, when there was absolutely no need to? Paranoid couldn't wrap his head around it.

When it came to Cheated, he somehow managed to make Paranoid feel both furious and worried.

He came back with the bandages, making a pointed effort to not look at Cheated's face, keeping his focus purely on his torn arms.

"Hey," Cheated softly said, but Paranoid ignored him, beginning to swiftly wrap up Cheated's arm, the movements assured and familiar to him at this point.

He finished one arm in a matter of seconds, silently moving to the other arm, when Cheated repeated, "Hey," in a more firm tone, which Paranoid didn't even bat an eye at.

He bandaged up the other arm even quicker, dropping it into Cheated's lap unceremoniously.

Paranoid knew that there were cuts on Cheated's face that needed to be cleaned, but the thought of staring at Cheated's infuriatingly handsome face up close wasn't something he was thrilled to do, his hand hovering over the wet rag nervously.

But Cheated was still hurt, and it was up to Paranoid to patch him up.

"Hey!" Cheated grabbed Paranoid's wrist, tugging his arm up until Paranoid had to look at him.

Paranoid obliged with a sigh, looking up into Cheated's worried eyes tiredly. Cheated held Paranoid hand close to his chest, and Paranoid was struggling not to focus on how warm and safe Cheated's eyes were, or how all of the annoyance on Cheated's face melted away when Paranoid finally looked at him.

"Look, I am really sorry for worrying you," Cheated said, and Paranoid believed him when he said it, but he still countered with, "But it won't stop you from being a fool in the future, will it?"

Cheated flinched at his words, averting his gaze as he argued, "I'm not being a fool, I'm proving a point."

"Cheated, love, what made you think that you could beat Stubborn?"

"It wasn't about beating Stubborn! It was about proving that I was strong!"

"Why, though?" Paranoid implored, now being the one to try and catch the other's attention. "Why did you try so hard to prove that?"

"To show that I could protect you, damn it!" Cheated snapped in frustration, glaring at Paranoid before he froze, realising what he said.

Paranoid stared at him in shock-before he gently cupped Cheated's face and brought him into a deep kiss.

Cheated sighed and instantly melted into the kiss, probably glad that they had stopped quarrelling for a moment.

Cheated's arms wrapped around Paranoid's middle, bringing him closer against Cheated's chest, and Paranoid rubbed his thumb softly over a cut on his partner's cheek.

Any and all frustrations that Paranoid had in that moment drifted away as he kissed Cheated, his entire body relaxing all at once as he sighed into the kiss, leaning further into Cheated's warmth.

When they pulled away for air, Paranoid didn't move more than a few inches from Cheated's lips, resting their foreheads together.

"You don't need to prove yourself to me," Paranoid whispered, and he heard Cheated's breath hitch. "I always feel safe when I'm with you."

"Even with my bad luck?" Cheated teased, and Paranoid chuckled, his hands already bringing Cheated into another kiss as he said, "Yes, even with your atrocious luck, I still love you."

[cryptosexologist]

brain. please.

[suiana]

yandere! loser who's chronically online and thinks that the world is ending because he can't find love. or rather, can't get a lover because wdym he's had a crush on you for five years and is STILL single!!!

bro's the type of guy to complain on reddit about being single and not do anything afterwards even if people give him advice. bro's the type of guy to say he's going to die alone and continue sitting in his room while watching lego building videos. bro's the type of guy that... also stalks you intensely after one single conversation where he thinks you're his one and only.

this guy probably thinks he's tough shit or something but cannot for the life of him, ask you out on a date like a normal person. forget that! he can't even get out of his house!

he lives off of his parents money (thank goodness they're rich) and doesn't work. why? because he says his dream job is to be rich and unemployed (successfully done btw). sooo no, he's probably not gonna be inheriting his father's company and be the hot rich alpha ceo you were dreaming of.

you'll get this weirdly obsessed loser though.

he's the ultimate loser! and in this ultimate loser pack you have gacha addict, fucked up sleep schedule, virgin, 70 different hyperfixations, reddit user, stalker, 4chan user, compsci graduate, have i mentioned stalker? yeah, definitely stalker.

stalking... heh, guess you could say he has a job... that is, if you count stalking and watching over you 24/7. yeah, that's right. the feeling you get that you're being watched even at home? that's him.

sure, he might be jacking off to surveillance footage of you, watching gf/bf asmr and pretending it's you talking to him... oh and also he might've built a mini shrine with things he 'borrowed' from you...

but really, you should just be glad he isn't doing more heinous things. for all you know he could be doxxing or manipulating you to be with him! god, that would be horrific. especially because we all know what 4chan and reddit users can be like.

like he's... weird to say the least. but it could be worse than just obsessed, crazy, and delusional. yeah, so what if he's thinking of scenarios that don't exist? scenarios that involve you, to be specific?

you don't even remember meeting him but he's gone and created a life for the two of you in his head already. for five years, if i must add. like... that's bloody crazy innit?

and he's also british.

yeah so😝

don't worry, he's crazy devoted! some might call him a yearner, others say he needs to be amditted to a hospital. whatever! they just don't understand him.

but you do, don't you? you have to! you're his one and only (one sided)! he's already planned the both of your weddings out, bought you TONS of gifts- you received his presents before right? yeah, those new headphones you wanted? you got it a few weeks back. your college debt? remember how it was mysteriously paid off? yeah, and the fact that you were happy about it must mean that you accept his advances!

yeah! g'luck mate you're going to be called darling REAL soon 🤑 hopefully. jost hope you don't get asked out on a date... he might do a little shanking 😵☝️

[moldy-flowers]

Breaking open your skull and kissing your brain lovingly this is so yummy i love it

Just. The image. Of everyone so confused. I imagine Sasuke especially caused a huge riot of confusion. Bc of Sasukes direct relation to the main family of the Uchiha. He just. Looks like a stereotype of an Uchiha. And he acts like one too. Hes the poster child of all that an Uchiha is. Also the lovely headcanon that he and Izuna are literally identical, the inly difference being Izunas got a ponytail and Sasuke is about... 6 years younger since this is a year b4 Izuna died. And then Tenzo with his wood release, and him also looking very much like Hashirama. So just,,, Madara + Izuna and Hashirama + Tobirama at their wits end trying to figure out where along the way they lost some obviously really important people of the clan and how a feral Hatake ended up adopting them and when they were adopted by a feral Hatake bc he looks very... young?? And its not like they can just take the very important people back because they don't belong to their clans anymore, and even if they did they're all like totally co-dependant on eachother and would die screaming and biting if they were taken away from one another. (Literally everyone they knew and loved are in a different timeline trapped in an eternal sleep none of them are okay (Sasuke is the least affected, Sakura is the most affected, he attempts to comfort her, it does NOT work they fall into a cycle of feeling worse and worse till Naruto talk-no-jutsu's them into being okay again))

Thinking about how Sai and Sakura would make a really cool duo bc nobody knows what they can do and they don't look special till Sai draws a dragon and it flys out of the parchment and spits hot ink on everybody, and Sakura. Just. Makes an earthquake. Plus Naruto and Sasuke, Naruto literally having Kurama and Sasuke having an ems which no one in the Uchiha clan actually has atp (Did they lose ANOTHER main family Uchiha huh???)I need a confrontation between Naruto and this timeline Kurama bc atp Kurama is still out in the open. Or bc Kurama and his siblings are beings of pure chakra maybe they just aren't affected by time, and suddenly are very quiet, and peaceful, not attacking anybody. They're just like, chilling out. Maybe they wander around (Kokuo is definitely like, sprinting back and forth in a huge field cause hes free and NOT dealing with any of this bullshit), trying to find out what the fuck happened and why someone hit an undo button on the last 100 years.

Most things I see of warring states era w/ Kakashi includes everyone being really pissed off at him bc stealing a clans signature jutsu, like the Sharingan, is specifically the one line that no one in the wars would ever cross, like Senju and Uchiha would work together to chase someone like that down and bring their demise. But in this au everyone's just chill with Kakashi cause he's already lost his eye, but they are not chill with Obito. Cause he's got pure white hair, his skin is like 50% white and he has sharingan. Even when he was a genin the clan like did not claim that boy 💀So Obito, who is not wearing anything remotely close to what an Uchiha would wear, does not have the straightfaced attitude of an Uchiha, his body language is completely different to that of an Uchiha and nobody in the group actually looks like they're from the same family, is extremely suspicious. And there's no way the Uchiha lost THREE whole people so that means Obito must be a dojutsu thief and he's gotta go‼️‼️

Uh whoops looks like I yapped a little bit mb lmao <3

This is mostly based on these three ideas I had circling in my little head please send help. 

Warring States Period - First Idea

Kaguya won in this timeline and only Team Seven survived, both past and present (Sakura, Naruto, Sai, Sasuke, Tenzo, Kakashi, and Obito (all in a total of seven :D)), and so they went into a new timeline as they used their last bit of Chakra to destroy their timeline so Kaguya will never escape and take over other dimensions 

Relationships 

ObKk because I somehow am in a toxic yaoi shipper cycle, god help

Sasuke and Sakura will stay together because I have a massive pin collection with amazing pins of these two so it made me biased

Naruto and Sai are without any partners since their timeline got fucked

Pray

Ok so let me go over some little details I like to have

Uchihas love so fucken deeply its not even funny so when their loved ones are threatened, all hell breaks loose,

Hatakes are a feral clan and while they are seen as “domestic” in modern times not so much in the Warring States, there are two reactions. One (stupid) people will try to fight them to scare them off (ha) or are scared to high heaven and back away from them

Hatakes have fangs and have habits like touching and calling their close ones pack and mate and pup if considered pack 

Yes all of his students are his pups and Tenzo is affectionately called a sapling once he realizes that is a THING for Senju’s to say to their young

Tenzo secretly loves it

But before he never said it out loud since, you know, trauma

Hatakes are territorial of their pack so if anyone messes with their pack when they can’t handle it you are going to wake up with your throat being ripped apart from Hatake teeth

Having a Hatake and Uchiha couple might be a pair made in shinobi heaven if I think in that sense

Fear them

Kakashi gives head pats like it is free candy

Everyone decided to have the Hatake clan symbol on them to place a barrier between them and other warring clans because no one likes to mess with Hatakes (only dumb people do, aka, the political greedy people)

Oh wait I found my plot!

Sakura is still considered a civilian during this time, with no family name or any of that sort since, back then, a civilian was too poor to have a last name, so she, alongside Sai, are now Hatake. 

Since Hatake’s have a pack mentality they do have the occasion of adopting outside their clan and giving their last name, however, there have been very few cases in which a clan outsider is adopted into the Hatake. Usually, this is issued to the clan head of that clan and things will get sorted out. But, because Sasuke, Naruto, and Tenzo are time travelers, no one knows of them nor are they official in the clan registry they don’t do that. 

 Bastard children if you will, and while it's possible for both Naruto and Tenzo that is going to be difficult to tell with Sasuke and Obito

So they decided not to use their last names in such situations unless officially asked if they were of [instert clan here] and just said they are by blood

After all, last names are a claim so they are careful to say they are a Uchiha, Uzumaki, or Senju

Do they claim them?

I mean no?????

Let's say no

They are blood-related but do not claim name, claim blood, not name. If named they are shipped to the clan’s compound and goodbye pack member. 

NOT ON KAKASHI’S WATCH

Ok so, timeline!

I’m gonna make it about maybe a year or more before the death of Inzuma

Just because I can and because tension is still there

But not THE tension if you know what I mean

I want Tobirama to feel like something is wrong with the Chakra signatures floating around but I want Hashirama to know first what the actual problem is with the forest warning him about a pack he should not cross

Why the forest?

Because they feel another person with the forest within them

Aka Tenzo

Case and point

They find Sasuke first by accident

It was a patrol of Senju who found him and immediately didn’t know what to do but they had to capture the thing because obviously it was a Uchiha

They corner him and they are about to catch him when the trees start to move

At first, they think it's their clan head who came to trap him 

But no

The branches are capturing THEM and leaving the Uchiha alone

So now they are confused

Confused they see a man with short chestnut hair come out from nowhere, take the Uchiha into his arms, and warns them that they shouldn't mess with a Hatake cub

And

Disappears

They promptly freak the fuck out

I'll add more later and edit more of my other two ideas cus I can. Nice to do a break on the dcxdp fandom not gonna lie.

[snail-day]

Satoru loves watching you enjoy the little things.

The way your eyes light up when you're playing your silly little games, kicking your feet and squealing at the screen during a cutscene for some dating game. Or when you’re wrapped in a blanket ranting about your show, hands flailing, voice all animated, rambling about plot twists and fictional men. He’ll just sit beside you on the couch, one arm draped across the back, legs sprawled, watching you instead of the screen. His snowy lashes flicker with every blink, lips curled into that lazy grin that makes his whole face glow.

It’s not fair how pretty he is. Those starlit blue eyes? Unfair. The way his hair’s always a little messy from carding his fingers through it? Double unfair.

And it’s all cute… until he tries to be smooth.

One second you're mid-sentence about your latest hyperfixation, and the next - lift off. He scoops you up without warning, arms snug around your waist as your legs instinctively wrap around him, breath catching in your throat. Your arms circle his neck for balance and you blink at him, wide-eyed.

“Satoru - !!”

“What?” he hums innocently, smirking like he didn’t just interrupt your little evening on the couch.

“Put me down!”

“Mm... no,” he says, walking toward the bedroom. Smiling like a fool in love. “You looked too cute not to carry.”

You squirm a little and he grunts, trying not to laugh. “Stop wiggling, baby,” he mumbles against your lips, kissing you through a grin. “I’m not gonna drop you.”

His breath is warm, fingers splayed wide against the back of your thighs, gently squeezing the plush flesh. He kisses you again, slower this time, even as your giggles bubble up between you. And his eyes, god, they sparkle when he looks at you. Like it’s your wedding night all over again.

He peppers questions between steps:

“How was your day?”

“Did you miss me?”

“Did you think about me while you were playing your little game?”

You mumble something flustered and he grins, pleased.

Finally, he drops you onto the bed - not too hard, just enough to make you bounce and squeal - and flops right on top of you, burying his face in your neck with a happy groan. “Ughhh I missed you. Missed this. Missed us.”

You can’t stop laughing when he starts kissing every inch of your face. Smooch. “Pretty.” Smooch. “Perfect.” Smooch. “My favorite girl.” You try to squirm away but he just holds you tighter, long legs tangling with yours like he needs to be touching every part of you at once.

Eventually, he rolls you both onto your sides, cradling you to his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, and his thumb brushes soft circles over your spine. Then he takes a deep breath, voice a little quieter now, more tender.

“I love you,” he whispers into your hair. A soft kiss pressed to the crown of your head.

And then, “…still mad your lockscreen’s that anime guy and not me, though.”

You snort in response.

He groans before pestering you with kisses and tickles again.

You both know that when you're fast asleep, he's going to change that lockscreen of yours to one of the numerous selfies he sends you 🩷

[paradlselost]

. ⋮ ULTRAVIOLENCE .ᐟ ֹ

doctor phosphorus x female reader

⎨ 𝐀𝐍 ⎬ fun fact i’ve wanted to eat uranium for a long time so he is the worlds most perfect man to me . also sorry for not writing anything in so long , i’ve been busy and jumping from hyperfixation to hyperfixation for a while now as you can see by my unfinished mouthwashing fanfics . but i watched the show last night and he is my favorite and there’s almost nothing about him so i had to . enjoy !

⎨ 𝐂𝐖 ⎬ monster ! reader , mentions of body dysmorphia and imposter syndrome / depersonalization , religious trauma + blasphemy ( cause i can’t help myself ) specifically in catholicism , catholic rituals , depictions of eating raw meat , depictions of wounds , hurt / comfort , depictions of cannibalism , described body horror . smut : fire / burning kink , dry humping , fingering , male moans ( yay ! ) .

3 . 1 k words ++ not beta read .

PART TWO OUT NOW : CINNAMON GIRL

Eyes flutter closed, allowing darkness to wash over you. Soft sounds of birds chirping fill the room around you, drowning out the constant humming of the chip in the back of your neck. You’re hyper aware of everything, the fabric of the blanket that covers you and the cold air that stings your nose as you breath in; chest rising and falling in rhythm.

You remember how reluctant the guards that watched over you were to allow you the sounds you so desperately needed to sleep, not believing your pleas to quiet your constantly racing mind. Nearly a week without rest made them understand rather quickly, when, despite the power dampener locked around your neck, talons began to grow out of your hands and your spine contorted with the growing of fleshy wings.

It seems you’ve been blessed, something has gone right for once in your life as you’re now able to change the sounds to whatever you wish instead of the constant rushing of waves. Secretly, you’re happy to have been put on this mission. Grateful, even, as much as you could be to a monster like Waller. Perhaps you could even forgive her for the electrocution you’d been put through.

Weasel kips at the foot of your bed, stuck to your side since the day you had snapped at him: barred your fangs and shoved him away from you. Something about the beast had been so pathetic that you ended up apologizing and giving a hesitant scratch to the back of his ears. He’s good company, loyal if not a bit of a flea concern, and he listens when you speak to him unlike many of the others in the special containment of Belle Reave.

Nina was kind, as well, perhaps a bit out of her element, though. You’d once tried to make small talk with GI but that ended as quickly as it had started with his sudden interrogation on if you were a Nazi. And god, you wouldn’t dare bring anything up to the others.

Crickets chirped through the headphones you had been allowed to wear, owls hooting and birds calling. A forest at night, a beautiful scene you were sure you wouldn’t be able to see freely again, but you do not indulge in those negative thoughts. You can already feel it looming over you, exhaustion and stress mingling to bring it out. The thing that stirrs inside you, monstrous and ugly. Its hungry, and you know better than to ignore that hunger lest the Weasel that kips at the foot of your bed be more than a scrap of fur.

So, you stirr. Sitting up in the bed you remove your headphones and push the blanket from your form quietly as to not disturb him. He’s almost cute when he sleeps, like a crusty old dog that resembles more of a tattered blanket than a pet. Regardless, you close the door quietly behind you and walk down the long winding hallways of the palace. Truthfully, you had never been anywhere quite as lavish, never had a king sized bed all to yourself or a private bathroom. Its almost too big, especially at night when the shadows dance up the walls and cast an ominous glare over just about everything.

You know better than to gaze at your shadow as you pass the large walls with royal family portraits. Unworthy, unrighteous, evil. The rosary marks still pierce your skin, forced to pray this thing away day and night till your palms and knees bled. You’ve grown resentful towards the being that shares your body. It makes demands of you, to feast, a single slip can give way and allow it to control you. Some kind of devil, the reason you’re here in the first place.

Your mouth had begun to hurt in your search for the kitchen, gums beginning to bleed and pool against the base of your tongue.. You’d have thought you’d be used to this by now, that your world wouldn’t continue to be turned upside down, that the Lord’s Prayer wouldn’t recite involuntarily in your mind as it all starts over again. You stumble over your own two feet, finding yourself silently wishing you had that power dampener around your neck once again. Your stomach rumbles more.

It feels like an eternity till you finally find the kitchen, thankful that all the servants had retired for the night so you can spit your mouthful of blood into the sink. Crimson stains the marble, dripping from your chin as you turn on the faucet to wash your mouth of the taste. Your fangs had grown in now, taking space in front of your canines and piercing uncomfortably against your bottom lip whenever you close your mouth. Hunger gnaws at your stomach as if beginning to consume the lining itself.

You throw open the fridge door with little care of the noise it makes as it slams into the counter beside it. Eyes scour for something, anything, till you land on a large, raw goose marinating for tomorrow nights feast. Shaky hands reach out to grab it, allowing the glass tray it sits in to fall to the ground and shatter. The shards prick at your bare feet, cutting and marring your skin with more blood, though you don’t seem to notice.

Fangs sink into the bird, soft flesh breaking at the intrusion. The taste is almost euphoric, never had you tasted a meat so rich and fatty; your body had gotten far too used to the awful prison food they served in containment. You rip out a large chunk; tendons harshly snapping from the body as you swallow nearly without chewing. Your eyes gloss over as you devour the bird, reaching in to grab at the sausage links that had also been waiting to be cooked the next day.

You hadn’t realized how much you had truly lost yourself till a harsh green glow halted your feast. Head whipping around to greet the skeletal face of Phosphorus, a hiss falling from your lips that still wrapped around a chunk of meat like a food insecure cat. He was your least favorite of all, acting as if he knew everything simply because he had been a doctor before his incident. Not like it mattered in Belle Reave, and certainly not in the monster sector they were kept in.

“Woah. Calm down, I’m not takin’ that from you.” A huff came from him, head tilted to the side as he watched you, almost intrigued with the way you acted. He simply stepped past you, walking over to the sink and simply staring down at the blood that had graced the basin. “This yours?”

The link fell from your mouth, rolling into the shards of glass and crimson as the fangs retracted back into your gums, eyes returning to normal. All you could do was stare at him, as if he had asked the most stupid question in the world. Smartest man in the room your ass.

“Who else’s would it be?”

“Don’t know, thats why I’m asking. Flag and I got into a fight earlier and I totally won, so I’m just wondering.”

“Oh.”

He leans back against the countertop, facing you now, the sleeves of his hoodie protecting him from burning through the granite. Part of him had always intrigued you, in a way, everyone but Weasel had a signature outfit; but him? A hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. It was almost comical how simple he was, though you supposed there wasnt much he could keep. A step towards him, wincing at the sudden realization of what you had done.

His gaze followed yours, looking down to the glass and blood that gushed from your feet and ankles. The light from the fridge and his green glow illuminated the space between you two, dancing off the shards on the floor. Your mouth was covered as well, sloppily wiped onto your cheeks as you had feasted. God, you looked a mess, but the pain distracted you from that fact. Biting your bottom lip to muffle a pathetic whimper of pain.

“Cmon don’t cry, what’s a little glass among friends?”

“I am not crying.”

If he had eyes to roll no doubt he would’ve. Stepping over to you and hooking an arm around your shoulder to help you stand without any warning. Your first instinct is to fight him off, to tell him no and shout at him, but you don’t. Instead, you lean into the touch and allow him to help you hobble up the stairs to, what you originally assume to be your room, but soon discover he’s guiding you into his, and then, into his bathroom.

Theres something almost intimate about the way he grabs your hips to help you onto the counter so he can patch you up. You hadn’t asked this from him, but it didn’t seem to matter much now as he filled a bucket with warm soapy water, dunking a rag in a few times and using the help of tweezers to pick the glass out of your skin. You do your best not to flinch, using the time to preoccupy yourself with washing off the blood from your face.

John 13. You detest the thought, Belle Reave had ripped every ounce of belief from your body, but the ceremonies and rituals of your youth had not quite left your mind, and the intimacy of the moment didn’t help. Silence filled the room, the only noises being the soft sounds of the wash cloth being dunked into the water and squeezed out. You’d seen it before, a relatives wedding, the washing of the feet ceremony. It’s meant to be intimate, to be between spouses, to show commitment and love just as Jesus had to his disciples. You feel far more like Judas, however, with the monster that festers inside you.

“So. What was that?” His voice snaps you from your thoughts, eyes fluttering down to look at him, hesitating at his question. You don’t have a good answer, not one that wraps everything up into a neat bow at the least. Just what you know, which isn’t much.

“It’s the reason I’m classified as a monster. Theres… something that lives inside me, a devil of sorts I was always told. It’s been there for as long as I can remember, its why I had to wear the collar back in confinement. It starts to creep out whenever I slip, get too comfortable or let my guard down.” You’re quiet, not wanting to break the softness of this encounter. “I’m sorry you had to see it.”

“You don’t have to apologize. We’re all freaks, its the whole point of this task force.”

“I guess. I’m still sorry.”

A huff comes from Phosphorus as he grabs a clean washcloth, dunking it in fresh water and reaching up to wipe off some of the blood that you had missed, that still marrs your mouth and flesh. He’s close, now, very much so. He smells of sulfur, though it does not cause you to recoil or scrunch your nose; its a scent you’ve grown accustomed to with the monster that shares your body. Can a skeleton be attractive? Is that possible?

You lean into the feeling of the warm washcloth against your cheek; having been so long since someone had touched you. Before you had been arrested you indulged in sin, lust, it had engulfed your body and it wasn’t a feeling you ever wanted to encounter again. How it could consume your entire being, give control over to someone other than yourself. It’s a fine line for you, but you feel the distantly familiar feeling of butterflies flutter in your stomach at the proximity of him.

You feel sick; like bile will creep up your throat any moment, but it doesn’t feel bad. Not with how he lets the cloth be a barrier between the two of you, between his hands that will burn your body at his touch. You’d welcome it, to let him cauterize your wounds and fix you. Your hands creep up to wrap around the back of his neck, protected by the hood of his sweater as you pull him closer. He’s warm, comfortable.

“I don’t like you apologizing, you look like a kicked puppy.”

“You’re smiling, though.”

“Can’t help it, I’m a skeleton, doll.”

His voice is a giveaway, though, possibly the most upbeat you had heard him despite the quiet and intimate nature of the room. You feel it, the radiating warmth from his other hand creeping down to your thigh, rubbing soft, soothing circles against the fabric that protects your skin from his touch. It would hurt, but a part of you almost welcomes it, wants to feel it.

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes focused on the hand that slowly crept higher from your thigh. He’s close, his heat rivaling that at your core. You miss the way his head tilts to the side at your demeanor, hands grasping and releasing the fabric of his hoodie over and over.

Phosphorus said nothing as he continued to wipe some of the blood from your mouth, lingering over your bottom lip while his other hand becomes preoccupied with cupping you over your pajama pants, skeletal fingers pressing in to give you some friction.

That nausea you had felt earlier returns tenfold, punishing yourself for feeling anything remotely good. The situation reminds you far too much of the last time, dipping too far into bliss. It seemed you had only blinked when the body of the lover you had found for the night was strewn across the room, spitting half eaten entrails out of your maw. He guides you to lean back against the mirror, your hand clasping over your mouth to muffle your sounds as he slips below the fabric of your nightwear.

You can feel it again, the hunger that rises to your chest. Your hands shake against your skin now, nailbeds aching with the growing of your talons. A whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. You are selfish, greedy. You’d rather relish in this than warn him, to have one moment that allows you to feel human, to feel wanted and loved.

A sudden burning feeling rips you from your thoughts, your hand had been removed from its post over your mouth and was held in his. Tears well in your eyes at the feeling, the searing pain that washed over your body and forces you to see white. It aches, branding you.

“Shit.” Is all that falls from his mouth, moving his hand away before you needily grasp it once more. Intertwining your fingers, keeping him there. The pain had forced the monster away, talons no longer threatening to protrude from your nailbeds and spine ceasing its contorting. You are lucky, graced with an opportunity to feel something beneath the endless pit in your stomach. To feel him.

“Don’t stop.” Your breathless words are more than enough to encourage his continuation, slotting himself between you legs and pressing the suddenly tight fabric of his sweatpants against you. A soft sigh falling from your lips, head tilted back, hair fluffing up on the mirror as he began to rock against you.

“I wont.” Slow, at first, as if testing the waters to gauge your reaction. Soft whines emitting from somewhere behind the skeletal teeth that were on display for you. Your hand scrunches up his hoodie, dragging his chest closer to you as he began to pick up the pace.

Needy and pathetic, his hips grinding rougher against your pajama pants, the tent in his pants catching on your covered clit; pulling a gasp from you as you arched your back. He focused his movements in that spot, up and then down to elicit soft whines and moans from you. Matching his neediness, having been touched starved for so long.

You’d grown up with depictions of heaven, imaginary white fluffy clouds somewhere high above the Earth. But here, right now, you’re more than convinced this is paradise. Rough fabrics rocking against each other, keeping you grounded on the countertop you sit on, the mirror behind you beginning to fog up with your heavy breathing. Your hands still intertwined, the harsh stinging drowned out at the near bliss you faced.

Hes sloppy now, nearing his finish far faster than you despite your state. Harsh whines fall from him as he grinds against you a few more times before panting and leaning against you. He’s winded for a moment, catching his breath, though the hand not holding yours travels back down to rub against your core.

Hes rough, guiding you to gush around nothing. You can feel your heartbeat below, drumming uncomfortably as you bury your face in the neck of his hoodie. His hand slips below your pajamas once more, continuing to tease your swollen clit and soaked folds as tears pricked at your eyes, squeezing his hand to single for him to stop.

Within a moment, he did. Ceasing the torment though not removing his hand from under your pants. Allowing your juices to pool against the cotton of your underwear before guiding his hand lower, placing his palm flat against your thigh and removing his other hand from yours. It stings, the cleansing fire emitting from him, your hand already burned as he brands your thigh with his handprint.

“Perhaps we should act like this didn’t happen… I’m sure it would make being on a team awkward.”

“I-... Yeah. Agreed. I should, um, head to bed.” Awkward you lift yourself from the counter and fix your pajama pants, slipping off the granite and setting against the cold tile floor. Your feet still hurt, though not nearly as bad as they had hurt before and surely nothing in comparison to the feeling of him against your skin.

He gives little more than a nod as you slink out the door, stumbling down the hall to find your own room and quickly running a hot bath. It would soothe you, make everything better, you deemed. Stripping to allow yourself to sink into the warmth as a sigh falls from your lips, eyes drawn to the handprint marked on your thigh.

You trace the outline with your finger, over and over almost obsessively and silently cursing him for his words. An asshole, you remembered, your least favorite in the little ragtag team. Though, with the way he had whimpered and moaned against you, you were halfway convinced you may be able to fuck the sarcasm and ill wit out of him.