#the man is a serial killer who looks like he’s middle aged and has no eyebrows and frowns all the time but damn if i don’t love him

[earmo-imni]

Man, I know I’ve got it bad when I’m reacting like this:

To this:

[lufyuu]

,,The Verdict''

Dragon Judge x Criminal male reader

Tw/s: abuse of power, corruption, rough dom, somewhat dubcon (?), breeding, mating, claiming, mentions of getting reader pregnant, marking, double stuffing, brat taming-ish, mentions of blood (reader biting his own lip & scratching)

Goddamnit. God fucking damnit.

You could've gotten away with it if it weren't for the judge's sharp eyes in noticing you sprinting away from the scene of the crime. It wasn't as if you weren't trying to hide either— you were in the dark, how could he had even notice! Unfortunately, your days of being known as the mysterious serial killer are now over as you stand in court, face to face with the families of your victims. Fuck.

You turn to look at the infamous judge or lord, a title given by the public to him. He has been and is still shrouded in mystery. His intimidating gaze is a sufficent warning to make people look away and abandon any thought of discovering more about him. He is known to be a very neutral and cold judge. Having been around this exact courthouse for 20 years, he seems to have never aged, staying forever in his prime. With a face and body like his, who wouldn't want a taste? Unfortunately, the ones who did shoot their shots were rejected in the most humbling way possible. They wouldn't even disclose it due to embarrassment. How this man came to be is still a mystery to the public. Not even people who work close to him can discover his origins. He is the one whom citizens claim to possess abilities one couldn't explain. Due to all the reasons stated above, the people tend to believe in whatever he says. Whatever the judge says, goes around here.

And there he is, right before your very eyes with court ending very soon you can assume. His expression is as calm as can be. Even when a serial killer such as yourself stands infront of him. His demanding presence commanding everyone to pay attention as the trial proceeds. Honestly, you should've been thrown in jail at this point, you've admitted to the crime already, what is the point of this trial?

"Mr [L. Name], is it true you commited these acts of manslaughter?", he turns his head towards you, gazing into your soul almost. You look up at him, gazing back with uncaring and bored eyes, "yes", a simple and clear answer. The entire courtroom is silent, the air is tense. You can feel eyes burning into your back, the cries of your victims' relatives satisfy you enough for you to let a fleeting smile spread on your face, disgusting everyone and anyone who notices. "Before we conclude this trial, the court will hear from the victims' families. Please step forward now if you have anything you would like to say to the defendant.", as the judge says this, many, many people came to the stance to have a word or two. Despite all this, his gaze settled on you, never leaving your figure.

You look at the family member infront of you. The sister of the first victim you had took the life of. You can't be bothered to remember his name though. "You fucking monster, how could you even do that to anyone let alone MULTIPLE PEOPLE!?", her tears eventually caught up with her, hiccuping as she stutters on her next few words which you drown out with thoughts of what to have for your first meal in prison. Not a single bone in your body feels guilty for the crimes you have commited. For the pain you have caused your victims' families.

With nine of the ten family members having said what they wanted and you drowning them out, it was time for the last one. This particular guy you can recall, Jason Williams, the brother of the victim you had dated. In the middle of his heartbreaking speech, he came closer to you and slapped you real hard. Your whole head turned 45° degrees due to the impact on your cheek. You look back with a hand on your cheek, amused almost. "Couldn't even hold back, no wonder your sister hated you", your expression showed no remorse, almost mocking him in a sense, which tipped him off even more. Fortunately for you, before he could do anything more physical, the judge butted in on the whole 'fight'. "Order in the court!", his deep and commanding voice caught the attention of everyone in the vicinity. He continues his command, "Quin, please remove the parties involved and restore order in the courtroom", Quin, the bailiff, immediately goes to de-escalate the situation by asking Jason to step back and that justice would be served. With a final glare, Jason steps back, not wanting to look at you anymore.

With everything out of the way, you glance back at the judge who seems to still be looking at you. "We will take a break to allow all partiee to collect themselves before the sentencing. Court will pick up where we left in 20 minutes." And with those words, the audience and prosecution walked out of the room, including you who was escorted out by several guards to a secure room to ensure you wouldn't escape.

The room itself is rather simple and basic. Nothing out of the ordinary really. An air vent, an ac, thick walls and a sofa. At least it's comfortable.

Just 5 minutes into your relaxing, you hear a knock on the door. You don't get up as it's pointless seeing how they've locked it from the outside. You merely open your eyes and await whoever's beyond the door to come in. The moment the door opens, you are surprised to see an important figure walk in. "Oh? Lord, uh...", you try to recall his name, but to no avail, you've never cared to remember names other than your own. "Liu Zihao", "huh?", you raise an eyebrow at the sudden sound, "my name", he looks down at your laying body. Something in you decided it's best for you to sit up instead of laying down. Getting up from your comfortable position, you cross your legs and arms. "So what are you here for? To cuss me out like all the others?", you ask, not even sparing him a glance, even yawning a bit and closing your eyes in hopes he'd go away soon. Without saying another word, he gets closer to you. When you reopen your eyes, he's right in front of you. You get a bit jumpy and try to throw a fist at him, which he catches with ease.

Your fingers are eventually intertwined with his as he presses down one hand on the cushion right next to you. Your expression is conflicted. Your fight or flight insticts have kicked in, yet you almost tremble at his presence. You don't know what it is about him that makes you almost tremble. "Hm", he lets out a hum of curiosity and lets go of your hand, turning his heels and walking out the simple room. Leaving you in the room all alone once more as the door lock clicked.

"What the fuck was that for", you ask to nobody in particular seeing as you're alone. You look at your palm which had touched his a moment ago, finding nothing out of the ordinary despite a strange sensation enveloping it earlier on. Not thinking much of it, you plop back to your lazy laying position you were in before and doze off for a few minutes before being roughly woken up and taken to court once more.

"Ahem, Court is back in session. We will now proceed with the final verdict.", judge Liu announces to everyone as they hold hands with one another, having hope that justice would be served and you'd finally be out of the streets where you could potentially spot another target. You are told to rise from your hard seat. "After careful consideration of the evidence and arguments presented to the court, I hereby declare that the defendant, Mr [Name] [L. Name], is found guilty of the charges brought against him.", with that sentencing, you weren't surprised at all. You admitted to everything, and there was sufficient proof once you pointed them out. But of course, Zihao still had to continue his obligatory speech. "The crimes you have committed warrant a punishment which has never been given to a criminal such as yourself ever before.", this got you intrigued. You were sure you'd face the death penalty or even life in prison, but now that the judge has said those words, your mind begins to race through countless possibilities.

"Therefore, [Name] [L. Name] shall be personally punished and re-educated under my direct supervision."

What.

What did he just say?

You could hear for a split second the audience behind you start to whisper amongst each other but those are drowned out by your thoughts of confusion and shock. What did he mean by that? What could he want to do with you? He's unpredictable. There'd be no way anyone would agree with him—

"Court is adjurned.", Zihao stands up, indicating the session has ended. He moves his attention to the bailiff, "please escort [Name] [L. Name] to my headquarters.", Quin nods in obedience as he strode towards your still shocked and confused state. "Do not resist.", he lets out a warning and takes you to the judge's headquarters. You can hear the audience and victims' families cheer as justice has been served. Your punishment shall be served by the one and only judge, making this all the more exciting. What judge Liu says, goes.

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All you remember is being escorted into a special carriage with black curtains. As the carriage carried on, you couldn't do anything, not even looking out the windows due to the curtains. Though, you did feel the road being very bumpy. It almost felt like hours before you finally arrive at the judge's headquarters.

When you first step through the doors, you take note of the high ceilings and extravagant interior. You walk further into the manor-like building, noticing even more details along the way. The walls seemed to have been carved as if this was once a victorian era castle. It looked very clean. upon closer inspection, you notice symbols of which you don't recognize. The shape resembled one of a dragon. You paid it no attention. When you turn to your left, your eyes lay on a pair of stairs which seemed as if they reached heavens due to the height of it. The railings are golden, if you squint a little, they had an effect which made it seem as if they're glowing.

You don't even notice the bailiff leaving until you heard the tall doors slam shut. You quickly look behind as it startled you. Why would he even leave you alone, that didnt make sense.

After a few moments of pondering whether to escape immediately or continue your exploration, you decide to ascend the almost never ending stairs to the top floor. There, you see that the top floor is a whole room itself. There are no doors to open, just an untouched bedroom which could honestly be called a treasure room at the same time. The amount of shiny things you could name were almost endless. Despite the whole thing looking a bit untouched, you could tell someone has taken care of it or at the very least, tried to. The desk and books are collecting dust but at least the sheets are clean. Taking another step forward, you examine the royalty-like room. There's a chandelier placed in the middle of the room. It hangs over you, something about it feel off. Maybe it's the fact it looks so much like a glowing purple bubble floating in the air. Maybe your eyesight's gotten worse? Though, you sure do notice the tall windows.

In your peripheral vision, you could see a box that caught your eye. You walk towards the box, which sits on top of the desk. Lifting it with your two hands, you blow off some of the dust. It wasn't locked, thankfully. You take a peak inside and see... a collar of some kind. A collar made out of what seems to be black leather with precious amethysts embedded into the leather itself, along with some chains drooping around it. You looked at it and thought about one thing. This thing could fetch you a pretty penny or two. Deciding on selling it the moment you get out of this fancy manor, you reach into the box and grab it using one hand. "That idiotic judge, leaving me all alone here", not only would he be blamed for letting a serial killer escape, but he would also lose a precious gem adorned collar. Within a blink of an eye, you felt something placing itself around your neck. Wait...where did the collar go!?

You panic and look in the mirror to see said collar somehow clasped on your neck. "Fuck fuck what is this shit!?", you start to cuss out of fear. You'd never been scared by anything but this....this is different. There must be some magic or paranormal activity for this to even happen. How did it teleport from your hand to your neck, that doesn't make sense!

You try to pry it off your neck but to no avail, it was tight around your neck. It wouldn't let go of you. Not now that you've accepted being its owner's mate. Your gut is screaming at you to get out of there as fast as possible. With the collar unable to be loose, you focus on escaping first. "Fuck", you try to break the windows to escape as you usually do but stop to think. You're very high above ground at this moment, if you jump off from this height, you'd end up dead or with broken bones which you don't feel like dealing with. The only decision you had left was to go back downstairs and to hopefully be able to escape through the entrance or a back door before Zihao arrives. Sprinting like your life depends on it, you finally arrive at the entrance of the manor. You push it but it doesn't budge. At that moment, you hear an "ahem" coming from behind you. Your whole body freezes, not daring to even look back. You recognize the voice as their footsteps get closer to you until you felt their chest press against your back. Their hands trailing your body. Their hands settling to grip your waist in place. "I see you've accepted my gift", you could even imagine the person to be smiling as they say this.

Their left hand grabs your chin to face them. You weren't surprised to see the judge. What shocked you was the fact he looked like a predator who just found its prey. His pupils looked like a..serpent's..? Not only that, you could see his eye color changing and glowing a bright purple. You try to pull your head back in order not to face his predatory gaze, but his hand stops you. He has a strong grip on your chin, preventing you from looking away. Even though your whole body is almost trembling with fear, you manage to ask, "w-what to do you...want...", he tilts his head a bit, as if he himself is confused. "You're now my mate, I can do whatever I please with you, can't I?", he states as if it's the most obvious thing ever, making you even more nervous. You try your best to stay calm, but how could you? Why did he even use the term 'mate'...

"What m-mate? I'm...nothing of the sorts, let go!", you thrash in his hold, trying your hardest and using all your strength to break free which eventually, you reach your goal. "F-fuck, crazy bastard!", your words spill out as you stumble back, trying to catch the breath you'd been unconsciously holding while in his strong grip. He only stared at you, you could see clearly now that he isn't human, there's no way he could be one. With the black to purple gradient horns ontop his head. Heck, you even see a long tail behind him. Your fight or flight immediately activated as you tried your best to get out of there. You've already established that 1. This man's grip is strong and that 2. He isn't human. There's no way you'd be able to beat him in a fight. You try to reach the front door. You're just a few inches away before he pulls you back to him, this time, your whole body is facing his. "Don't run", is all he says, you look at him as if he's said something crazy, "don't run?? Fuck you, let go of me right now", despite this man being easily 6'5 and intimidating as fuck, you manage to overcome your fear and speak your mind.

"I've finally found you after years of being in the mortal realm, stay with me, my mate", he says as he gently grabs your hand to touch his cheek. Whatever he said made you even more confused, is this all a dream? No way any of this is real. "What are you on..!?", you question but honestly didn't want to know the answer. All you want and nerd at this moment is to be able to escape his grasp as this time, it seems more secure. Without even answering, the serpent-like man whisked you up into his arms, carrying you as if you were light as feather. Even when you thrash on and on, it's as if he doesn't feel your weight at all.

Despite voicing out and even using action to show your unwillingness, he doesn't stop and continues to make the journey up the stairs with you in his arms. It doesn't take long until the both of you reach the top floor.

He proceeds to throw you on the bed as gently as someone could be. Before you could get up and even process what had happened, you're pinned down to the bed by Zihao. "Hey, hey Lord Liu–", just as you're about to protest once more, you're silenced by Zihao's lips shutting you up. At first, it was just smashing your lips together, but you knew Zihao wanted more than that. He tries to get you to slip up and open your mouth, but you don't let him. You try your best to keep your lips sealed. This proves to be even more difficult the moment his hand trails down your tummy and stops at your pants. With just a touch, your pants are suddenly discarded of along with your underwear. "Wh–", you made a mistake. The moment you had realized you accidentally left an opening for him, it was too late. His tongue slides itself into your open mouth. You have no way of closing it now. What's weird is that you could almost feel his tongue down your throat, "a-aufh!??!...", the sudden feeling shocks you yet you couldn't say anything about it so all you could think to do was try to push him off of you.

Using all your strength, you manage to push him off. It was weird seeing how you couldn't push him off earlier on. You wipe your lips, which had his saliva and your own drool still covering it. You couldn't deny that he's an amazing kisser and the way he explored your mouth did turn you on a bit but you're as scared as ever with him not being human and calling you his 'mate'. At this point, he's almost straddling you in a way. He licks his lips, and that was when you saw his long tongue. It's split in the very middle, making him look even more serpent-like. With his weight on you, you couldn't get up and sprint down the stairs and out the door like you wanted. Instead, you tried to talk him out of whatever he was about to do. "Judge Liu, why in the world would a judge want to do this with a criminal..!?", you catch your breath while you're trying to persuade him, well, more of asking now that you think about it. This obviously doesn't work. He's already decided on you as his. A simple question of why he's doing what he is right now is futile. "This is your sentencing, I'm merely carrying out my duty", after he says this, he loosens his tie and discards it on the ground next to the bed. "Having you in front of me is...exhilarating", his eyes are filled with so much lust and love while looking at your fearful figure pinned to the bed he's always wanted you to be on. "Consider this as discipline for the crimes you've commited", with just a snap of his fingers, your arms are suddenly bound above your head. When you take a look, you can see a seal of some kind hovering over your hands, preventing any movement.

With every touch of his on your skin, you felt pleasure even if you didn't want to admit to it. His hands trailing up and down your body, from your neck until your crotch. It was as if he's exploring his new treasure. "That is unless you desire the death penalty?", you shake your head as a 'no'. This definitely is better than the death penalty but you still have questions. One of them being what kind of nonsense was he even spouting? Some shit about being his 'mate' or whatnot. While infront of you, Zihao unzips his pants. "What the fuck!?", you couldn't believe what you were seeing and involuntary let out a scream of confusion as what you saw wasn't just a cock, he had two. "Hm?", he glances up at you once more, confused as to why you let out such a noise. You could only stare with your eyes wide open. As he followed your gaze, he noticed what you were staring at, "ah, it hadn't crossed my mind..you mortals aren't usually this size", though he wasn't wrong, you were talking about how he has two instead of one. "I meant you having two...", you refused to continue your sentence having already eluded to the fact he has two of which you and many others only have one of.. Fortunately, he already knows what you were trying to point out, "there shouldn't be an issue regarding them, you'll be able to take them fairly well without difficulty", this doesn't convince you, not at all. Looking at the length and width, you think you'll die if you try to fit both in you.

Fortunately for you, he didn't put it in immediately. He, at the very least, has the decency to prep you beforehand. As he was about to put two fingers in your mouth, you close it immediately. This ends up with his fingers on your lips instead. It's clear what he wants you to do but you refuse. "Open up", he demands. You aren't just going to let him put his fingers in your mouth. If you do, your ego wouldn't ever recover from it. You shook your head no as an answer seeing how you can't really open your mouth. His lips twitch ever so slightly. "You've been given mercy by me and yet you're still a brat?", he asks, eyes piercing yours. While that is technically true, you'd never thought this 'mercy' of his would get you into this kind of situation. Reluctantly, you open your mouth, leaving a small gap between your bottom and upper lip. It's big enough for him to shove both fingers into your mouth. He looks at you expectantly. You knew what he wanted so you slowly sucked and licked his fingers. His fingers eventually got deeper into your mouth, almost reaching your throat due to how long they are. You almost choke on them. His eyes scan your face, that adorable expression you're making is turning him on a bit more by the second. Before long, he removes his fingers from your mouth. Letting you catch your breath a bit.

Although, that didnt last long as he pressed his two fingers on your hole. "Don't take it that far! I'm a man—", God, how many times have you been interrupted by him? You can't remember and you simply don't want to. His long and slender fingers pushed their way into your tight hole while you could only close your eyes to avoid meeting his gaze. Of course just closing your eyes can't solve everything. You still felt this fingers push and twist inside of you in search of something in particular. You let out breathy and quiet moans until his fingers finally found what they were looking for. Your sweet spot. "Ahgh..!", a louder moan came out of your mouth as a response to the sudden pleasureful feeling. When you open your eyes, you could see Zihao look at you with hungry eyes. He continues to stretch your hole for the next 2 minutes. All the while you closed your eyes. "If this is already making you feel full, I fear my cock will be too much for you to handle", just then, he removes his fingers from your hole.

The sudden feeling of emptiness hits you so you open your eyes to look at what he's doing. Without warning, he takes one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder, leaving an easier access for him. Using his other hand, he places a firm grip on your waist, "h-hey now—", you couldn't say anything once had plunged one of his cocks inside of you. It wasn't even all the way yet but it had you arch your back, widen your eyes and mouth. You swore some tears even came out. "A-AaAgh..!", was the only noise you could let out. A mix of pleasure, pain and shock. Zihao lets out a groan of pleasure as he finally enters your hole. Though, he longed to be all the way in you and so he didn't waste anytime, thrusting all the way in this time. You let out a loud moan, almost like a scream of a moan. "Hah...you take me in so well", you couldn't even cover your face with your hands due to them being bound together. It's humiliating even if nobody's here to see. Having someone dominate you when you're a serial killer hurts your pride and ego. You look at him with a gaze which to you, conveys hatred yet pleasure. This only turns him on even more. "My mate...I've been craving for this", the second he finishes his sentence, he pulls up just until his tip is in before slamming his hips forward once more. Without anything to bite on to conceal your voice, you bite your lip until it starts to bleed. His thrusts get rougher and faster by the second. He groans and moans as he pounds your cute hole, all he wants is to fill you up with his seed. It's his natural instict afterall.

You were starting to manage the unexplainable feeling of his big cock stretching and pounding your hole when all of a sudden, he hits your sweet spot once more. Your voice might be raspy by tomorrow if you keep scream moaning all throughout tonight. You hoped it wouldn't last that long though. You wanted so badly to cling onto something or someone, to dig your fingerd into the sheets or Zihao's back but the seal prevented you. With the amount of stimulation you've been getting, you can feel yourself about to cum. You moan loudly once more as cum splurted out of your cock, coating your stomach with the fluid. This doesn't stop Zihao from thrusting in and out of you like there's no tomorrow. He's chasing his own climax.

Having just came, you're extra sensitive to his attacks. You could feel every inch of him enter. "Agh...take it all inside", Zihao groans as he can feel himself reach his limit after a few more minutes.

For the first time in the 7 minutes, he stops to catch his breath. You also take this opportunity to pant and try to grasp what had just happened. To your surprise, Zihao had broken off the seal that was bounding your two hands. You didn't have the strength to question it, you only put your hands back down, relaxing them as they had gotten quite sore.

Not even 3 minutes pass and you noticed something rubbing against your already filled hole. "W-what are you doing now..?", you question as you saw him bringing his second cock near your entrance, "you won't be able to conceive my kids with just one round", he's forcibly pushing his cock in your stuffed hole as he says this. You could only brace for impact as you gripped the bedsheets beside you. Not long after, you feel the head of his second cock pushing in. The pain is noticeable, you try to suppress it as best as you can to get through. Fortunately for you, his cocks have a sort of natural lube. Not only does it reduce the pain of the receiver, it also helps slide it in smoother.

"My love, wrap your hands around me instead", the way he said it in such a gentle and soft way made you give in. For the first time in your criminal life, you're holding and at the same time, being held by a male being.

Your thoughts are interrupted for the 2nd and probably not the last time by Zihao's dick entering you. You look down to see your stomach has a very visible bulge. When Zihao goes to press on your stomach, you moan out. "Seems you're very sensitive, you'll bring wonderful offsprings", he smiles. Before you could even question it, he starts to pound you again but this time with both his cocks deep inside your poor stretched out hole. Some of his cum even dripped out your hole due to how fiercely and deep he thrusted. Your brain is fogged due to being so full. Your nails dig themselves into his still clothed back, nearly tearing his expensive leather. He wouldn't mind if you did at all. He loves the way you're clinging onto him with your arms around him. "Hah...agh", he lets out a string of groans as he hits your prostate each time he thrusts back in. You could only writhe in the pleasure, not being able to conceal your voice anymore as you moan louder than before. If some passersby came along, they'd hear your moans and the sound of skin against skin. With Zihao's cum already inside, there's noticeable squelching noises each time he pounds your ass.

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Even after having you've came five more times, Zihao shows no sign of stopping. He's only came about twice you presume, not being able to recall much. Both your bodies sweaty and sticky. Your voice has gotten hoarse. You can barely think with so much cock inside you. Your lewd sounds and expressions only fuels Zihao's urge to fuck you even dumber. It's almost as if his hips are unstoppable. By now, his clothes and yours are already discarded on the ground next to the bed. This lets your nails dig into his bare back, leaving scratch marks as gold liquid, which someone can only assume to be blood, drip out of the scars. Zihao doesn't react at all despite how painful the scratches look. You feel as if you're about to die from overstimulation, or at the very least, pass out soon enough. You feel a sense of relief once Zihao finally came in you and stopped for a moment, letting you rest. "H-hah...ah..", you look at the ceiling, your hands no longer wrapped around Zihao. Instead, they're sprawled out on the bed as you pant, out of breath. "You're my mate and I'll make sure everyone knows that", you could hear Zihao say. Out of curiosity and a tint of fear, you look at him. He proceeds to trail his finger around your lower tummy, using some sort of magic? Power? You don't know, you can see his hand having a purple glow to it before you suddenly experience intense pleasure all over your body. You look down and see a symbol on your body. Before you could even say anything, you're roughly lifted up into his lap. This sudden action shocks you as he's looking up at your cute face.

"This is my mark on you, all mortal and immortal alike shall know to stay away fron you", he says with a fierce voice, proud of his mark on your skin and then points at the symbol, almost poking your skin. "Claim...? What do you mea—", just as you are about to finish your sentence, he thrusts upwards, going balls deep in you. You end up jolting for a moment with your eyes wide. "My claim in you, you're mine, no one else's." With your body now weak and wanting him to fuck you senseless, you rest your head on his shoulder, your face almost smushed into his chest. Wanting him to do all the job for you. He finds this reaction to his mark very amusing and continues to bounce you up and down on his cocks. His thrusts are relentless, making you close your eyes. You bite his collarbone, trying to suppress the pain however you could. Even when you're distracted, you feel something slithering up your leg. When you open your eyes and put your chin over Zihao's shoulder, you see his long scaly tail wrap itself around your leg. Despite the sight being able to freak anyone out, it treats your leg with gentility, not ever squeezing too tight. Unfortunately, your cock filled mind's too foggy to even register it's Zihao's tail.

You don't even notice him cumming inside you. It's only when he stops do you realize. You're almost about to pass out, how long will your 'punishment' last..? "Z-Zihao....I can't take anymore...", you huff out, panting. He, on the other hand, only smirked, "the night is still young, you're my mate for a reason, are you not?", you wish you had never committed those crimes.

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Your memory of last night is quite hazy. You barely remember what happened after the 8th or maybe 10th round, you can't even recount. Zihao's inhuman stamina lasted all night long. When you awoke, it was already noon, long past when you're usually awake. Instead of finding yourself alone in your own bed, you turn to the side to be face to face with the dragon's peaceful face. His long eyelashes cast a shadow over his shut eyes. It's a completely different view compared to the night before. You could barely move anything. With the bruises all over your body, people would have thought you got into a fight if it weren't for the hickeys on every part of your body. Your neck, your chest, your thights, everywhere. You stared at the one who caused these on your body. Wondering what to do with this whole thing.

"What happened last night...", you question yourself quietly, trying not to awaken the man infront of you. You try to recall the best you can about last night. "Something about mate and..", you look at him to confirm your suspicions. Purple horns, a long scaly tail and serpent eyes from which you still remember due to how intimidating they were last night. Yep. He truly is a dragon. The one you've heard about ever since you were a baby. All your life, you thought all those stories were just crazy talk from old folks. How wrong you were.

Though, even with this being explained, you are still confused about how Zihao is able to have a human form. Not to mention what he meant as being 'his mate' and laying his 'claim' on you. When you go to check your tummy, you can still see the symbol clear as day. The shape is peculiar. The main shape is a circle with a diamond shape inside of it. In the very middle, there is almost a vine-shaped line which stretches out horizontally. The color is an unmistakable purple.

While you're lost in your own thoughts, you fail to notice Zihao's eyes opening slowly. One look at his eyes and you'd wonder why hadn't you suspected him of being non-human earlier. "My dear [Name]?", he calls out for you with a gentle voice, snapping you out of your train of thought. His tail wrapping around your leg once more. "W-wha, wait", caught off guard, you mess up your words. He throws an arm around your waist, pulling you closer than before. With his grip being so strong and you being bruised up, you can't really escape this. It's your fate now and whether you like it or not, you have to accept it.

"Your punishment isn't over yet. Did you think one night would compensate the lives you took?", he states the very much obvious thing to him. You look at him with a worried look. What you did was wrong, sure but isn't this too excessive...? Being personally fucked dumb by the Judge every single night without a chance of escaping. God your pride and ego...you're not even sure if they survived last night, let alone several more nights. With a hesitant tone, you ask, "how much longer then?", which he answers without skipping a beat, "If I'm not wrong, it'll take about 7,783,457 more years", "WHAT!? Are you forgetting I'm a human? My life span's like 60 more years if I'm lucky, I'll die long before then", you yell at his outrageous words, trying to get up but eventually being pushed nack down. He chuckles, finding your reaction very amusing. "Don't fret, you're now the dragon's mate, you will live for as long as I do.", there he goes again about you being his mate. "And..how long is that exactly..", Zihao smiles sweetly, "we have the rest of eternity for us", you can almost see his face glowing as these words come out his mouth.

"Hold on, I have loads of other questions. What did you mean by having your kids??? On top of being human, I'm a human MALE", you emphasize the male part. It's common knowledge that males don't have wombs and, therefore, can not get impregnated. Perhaps it was just dirty talk? "Oh, of course you can, see this? It's proof you can", he rubs your tummy once more, gesturing at the mark he had left last night. You're flustered by his choice of words and instinctually lift your hand up to hit him for even saying such things, only to be stop in your tracks once more. "My dear, don't be like that", his expression is smug. He knew you were going to hit him sooner or later. "I guess I better make sure you learn your lesson instead of spoiling you."

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This man has my heart rn 😍☝️ I have so many ideas for him in the future.

Speaking of ideas, my next oc is an middle aged man/dilf 😋

[gremlingottoosilly]

Cabin in the woods (yan!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!Horangi)

You and your friend group are definitely not a part of a typical slasher movie. Two weird guys you met at the corner store somewhere in rural Austria definitely not serial killers. You are definitely going to be saved. You are definitely not going to like being their little trophy.

TW: Yandere, Age gap(Reader in her early 20, murder husband in their late 30), Serial Killers, Mild Gore, Extreme dub-con(Bordering cnc), Blood, Horror, Kidnapping

CHAPTER 1 You meet two weird locals at the corner store in a city in the middle of Austrian woods. Your timid nature is going to be your downfall.

Come to the woods, your assholes-of-a-friend said. Come on, he said, I know that for someone like you, dwelling in some shitty forest for three or more days only to drink mediocre beer and probably have even more mediocre sex while mosquitos are biting at your vagina sounds like your worst nightmare, but! Have you considered it could be fun? 

Yeah, you have considered it. Considered it, thought about it and already decided not to engage with the idea. Spending the holiday in your own country, your own city and by your computer was far better than running around some random Austrian forest – and so you decided to kinda…ditch the idea. 

Considering what happened in the next few days, you really should have been more true to your words. 

Because you agreed to the proposition – because you don’t want to antagonize your friends, because you already feel strained from them, because they are assholes and they continue to be assholes but they are the only ones you have. Maybe you shouldn’t rot in your room, maybe you should agree to spend Spring break with them, getting drunk in the woods and maybe chasing some wild boars across the place. 

— Sorry. 

Some asshole – not the friend one, just an asshole in general, like everyone else in this fucking country that is so stuck up at being in the woods and mountains, that you are literally going to be sick – took the last remaining bottle of coke that was still left on the shelve. You were not having it because it was almost night already, the last remaining store open in the area, and you needed your sugar fix and something to mix alcohol with so you wouldn’t get drunk and stupid immediately. 

You aren’t letting go of the bottle. 

The guy doesn’t let go either. 

— Sorry, I think I got it first. 

You hate how weak your voice is. Never be the active, social one of your friends, you’re stuck being just a dumb girl who has literally everyone walking all over her. You decided to dig your heels into the ground and sent this asshole where he belongs – so, your grip on the bottle intensifies. 

— Haven’t seen you. 

He tugs the bottle back to him – and he has some arm strength, surprisingly for someone in this town. To be quite honest, you are too intimidated by his deep, annoyed voice to even consider looking at him, so you don’t know what the guy looks like. Maybe it’s an MMA champion – celebrity shop at some weird corner stores in abandoned Austrian cities too. 

— I am very sorry, but I really, really need this bottle. 

You don’t, actually. There are multiple bottles of Pepsi right here, and not like you have a very specific preference for the drink that is bad for you. You just got tired of people walking all over you, tired of your friends that constantly getting you into their shenanigans without asking for your opinion and you just want something good happening to you at least once. So, you tug the bottle back to you, and press it against your chest, hoping that whoever this man is will get the memo and get the fuck away from you until you’ll get your pepper spray. Ah, right, you forgot to bring one…well, he doesn’t have to know about that. 

— What do you need this bottle for? 

— Important reasons. Secret reasons.

The man sneered and you finally got a good look at him. And…fuck. 

Tall, broad, maybe more on the leaner side, but you can clearly see his tight muscles that form this perfect, thin type of masculinity that makes you think about greet athletes and that weird webtoon you were occasionally reading because you don’t have anything better to do with your life. You lick your lips, nervously, suddenly aware of the fact that you wear some old hoodie, battered jeans, and exactly zero makeup – you were supposed to get chased by the bears in the forest, not a meet-cute annoying strangers. 

He is Korean if little doodles on his jacket and an accent are saying the truth. You force yourself to get your gaze away from the mask that was covering more than half of his face, black glasses that obstruct the view even more, and messy black hair – the only thing about his appearance that you can actually see. 

Maybe, it’s good that you can’t see his face – you need to get out of here, preferably with a bottle of coke and some other snacks before your friends start questioning why the only person who didn’t want to go is so reluctant about leaving the store. Besides, it’s already almost closing time and you need to gather your thoughts. With a deep sigh, you push the bottle closer to you. 

But this time, he didn’t humor you with softness. He kept it close to himself and suddenly, you are very aware of how much weaker you are than him. You could put up a good fight against a mouse, maybe, a squirrel on a good day – but in this tugging match, you were no, pun intended, match for him. You look closely at his cargo jacket – the patches look official, normal, making you think about the military and what the fuck Korean soldier is doing in the small town somewhere in the rural, touristy-foresty-mountainy part of Austria. 

— Please, sir, it’s getting silly. 

— Yes, it is. Give up now. 

He has that weird calmness in his voice – a low grumble that makes you shiver, the urge to just give up your control and present him your neck like a good pet makes you want to vomit. God, it’s humiliating – you just hope that your friends won’t be here to witness your utter humiliation. 

— I really, really need this bottle. Please? 

You master your best puppy eyes, looking at him with a half-lidded gaze, hoping he has at least a somewhat working and aching heart inside of his lean, muscular chest. The dark glasses of his don’t allow you to see his face clearly, but you can feel how he slowly eyes you from head to toe, slowing down at how much your hands are trembling at the confrontation. 

In a normal situation, you would give up already. But this isn’t a normal situation – you wanted to learn how to be brave, independent, and stand up for yourself in small things, even if your friends still going to swirl you around into making dumb decisions. 

— I was the first to grab it. Why should I give it to you? 

His voice is mesmerizing – you didn’t expect something as deep from a random stranger in the corner shop and here you are, embarrassed, cheeks heated because you want to ditch your friends and look at the random guy you just met. Ah, the tragedy of meeting someone remotely attractive and closer to your age – or at least looking like it – in a mundane place so that the horny thoughts would make room inside your head. 

— Because this would cheer me up really nice, sir. 

You master even puppier eyes – and you lick your lips some more, hoping to elongate the point of how shitty your day was, and how nice it would be, just to have a bottle of coke to cheer you up. Man lets go of a grumpy noise, shaking his head. 

“Fucking tourists” he mutters – and you feel even more embarrassed immediately. If anything, he is probably a tourist too! 

— Sir? So the coke-stealer has manners after all. 

His laugh is dry, and you want to take the bottle and leave – but when you yank it closer, he doesn’t let go. If anything, he grabs it even firmer, thin plastic deforms under his touch, and the tactical gloves he is wearing are only empathizing with the vast difference between you and him. 

— I’m not a coke-stealer. I had dibs on this bottle. 

He stares at you, tilting his head to the side. You look stubborn, like an angry little kitten – and, god fucking dammit, Horangi loved cats. Always wanted to get one or two, adorable furballs that would lay on him and Konig, maybe destroy the wildlife around their house. he loved cats and never had time to take care of them because of their combined jobs – so when he looks at this stubborn little woman – little more in her posture than actual size – he feels all the desire to take a kitten home gets straight into his pants. 

He has to find Konig. Ah, and get the bottle back. 

— Dibs don’t matter if you can’t even hold it. So, the bottle is mine. 

— Sir, if anything, this bottle can’t belong to you yet. You haven’t paid for it! 

— You too. 

— But I will. 

— Just as I am. 

He chuckles, more amused than anything. You look angry, you look pissed, you munch on your lower lip nervously because you don’t want this man to walk all over you, but you also really want his – it belongs to the state, actually – coke. So, you yank it one last time, already preparing to give up and drink Pepsi as the loser woman you are. 

Instead, the bottle goes right into your hand with ease – and you fall on your back, losing the connection between your legs and the ground. You prepare to fall and crack your head on the floor, just like a wet kitten of a person you are. 

Instead, you stumble into…something. You want to say that it’s something soft, maybe a snack aisle or the pillows that are being sold in this store for some reason, but this mysterious “something” under your cheek is firm, tense and warm. 

Just like in the worst romantic comedies you ever saw, you are crushed into a broad male’s chest. Don’t mess it up with another man’s broad chest, those are actually two very different individuals and the concentration of pecks on the square meter already makes you feel uneasy. You bite your lips nervously, wanting nothing more but to disappear – you finally have the bottle in your hands and you can swiftly retreat to the cashier on the other side of the shop, but the man behind you stops you. 

— What’s going on, Tigeren? 

Ah, good. The wall of muscles behind you smells of generic male deodorant and something metallic – and has the voice of a Greek god mixed with the most stereotypical Austrian accent ever. Not like you are an expert on accents or voices or tones because you’re not sure that Greek gods would have such high and grumbling voices, but you stand not corrected, drowning in your bad decisions. 

You feel the firm hold on your shoulder gently put you away slightly, as the man comes to touch the asshole’s hand. Softly, gently, you want someone to touch you like this. You lift your gaze from the pair and…

Did you miss a Halloween party with the tough rule of wearing a mask all the time, even when you’re going out to grab some more snacks? You lower your gaze from the man who also wears a generic black mask and dark glasses, your eyes slowly go down to his pants and…

Did you miss a horse-riding party? 

— Some tourist tried to steal my coke. Nothing, Ko. 

— I’m not a tourist. 

You mumble, under your breath. You don’t want to be here – the area suddenly becomes intoxicating, you feel out of place and you want to run away as fast as possible but the only thing you can do is to just strive on, hoping that you’d at least keep your beverage with you. You take a step to the side, hoping to retreat quietly, like a ninja – but they both notice and turn to your side immediately. 

— This is a dangerous place, lady. 

The tall guy – well, they are both tall, but the second one is fucking enormous, towering over the shelves and making you feel insignificant compared to him – grumbles it gently, almost carefully. You are inclined to listen to him, taking up his words like a damned prophecy. You know this place is dangerous – it’s a forest in the mountains of Austria, of course, it is dangerous, you tried to tell your friends this, but…well, to no avail. Useless as usual. 

— I’m aware, thank you. Can I…excuse me, I will leave now. 

— With my coke. 

Korean guy snorts, the clear amusement in his voice. You don’t like the way he emphasizes the point of you stealing it from him – you both are entitled to it, if anything, he is the weird one to think that he has some special dibs for this. The bottle is already warmed up from your combined touches and you groan from the fact – now you will have to choke on the warm cola while all of your friends have fun with their dumb alcohol cocktails and ice cubes and everything you forgot to bring because you were the last one to get here. Because you were the last one they asked to join – feeling like an afterthought, you lick your lips nervously. 

— Of course. The one you wrestled out of my hold. 

— You let go of it, sir. 

— Didn’t want to make a scene with a little thing like you. 

You feel the tips of your ears burning. Oh, how you wanted to punch both of them – the tall one and the slightly less tall one, both chuckling like a pair of grannies on the porch. Like this fucking place needed more bears. 

— You should be careful around these parts. Weird things going around. 

The mountain has spoken again – weird, but all of his phrases feel more like something straight up from a horror movie. Combined with the eerie dim light of the tiny store and his mask, it sent a shiver down your spine. Gosh, you need to watch fewer horror movies and read less terrible dark romance books. You are jumpy, nervous, anxious, everything that doesn’t combine well with a forest trip. 

You take a step back and the blue eyes follow you. When did he take off his sunglasses? Why do they both need sunglasses at night? 

He looks at you and, fucks sake, you stumble into the aisle again. With a bottle of coke in your hand, which isn’t the best weapon in the world, you stumble to the cashier. 

Cold gaze follows you. Oh, how he follows you. 

You nervously bring the coke bottle to the old man behind the counter, listening to the tired German speech – you recognize the numbers, memorize the price of a single bottle, and yet…you feel the eyes glue to your back as you desperately rummage through your pockets. You swear to god that you had cash on you this exact morning – but you go through your pockets, through your backpack, and try to search for maybe some old cents and cards. 

Nothing. 

God, you feel like a failure – embarrassed that you wasted so much time trying to get this bottle only to put it back on the shelf in defeat and…

— On me. Move your ass, tourist. 

The Korean guy notches your side and you glare at him with a mix of anger and shame – he pays for the bottle, probably grinning from how well he taught this annoying as fuck tourist a lesson, and also for the few snacks he bought, probably for himself and his…friend? Boyfriend? 

You move your ass obediently, going out of the store, and your head hangs low in defeat. Your friends are smoking outside, everyone is visibly annoyed with how long it took you only to go out empty-handed. Jenny, one of your girlfriends, a tall brunette with a perfect fucking body that shouldn’t belong to someone in the real world and not 90-era comedies, looks…worried. 

You went to ask her what was wrong, but she shook her head, looking somewhere behind you. 

You stare at the ground, watching as your shriveled shadow from the single-store light swiftly being absorbed by someone’s much larger frame. You gulp, not wanting to look behind you, knowing what – or who – you might want. 

Tall guy with a…coke bottle? Well, you weren’t expecting that. He gives you the bottle and you can almost see the condescending smile on his face as his fingers linger on your hand for longer than they should be. You take the offer, not really understanding what the fuck is really going on. 

— Thank…you? 

— No problem, kleine. 

You can hear the smile in his voice and your hands are trembling. Jenny looks at you with surprise, clearly not expecting nerdy ol’ you to pull someone so…well, not nerdy and maybe old. 

— What the fuck? Who is…

— I’ll explain in the car, alright? 

— Did you drop it or something? 

— I…I think I lost my wallet. Have you seen it? 

She stops for a second, thinking. There are a few things Jenny is good at – burning the tip of her tongue with a lighter, wearing crop tops, eating men alive (unless they are the most annoying ones alive). Lying isn’t one of them – not because she is a good person, but because she would rather flip your shit upside down and make you as upset as she possibly could. 

— Chad took it. Said you’d find the nearest bus to get the fuck out of here if you’d have it. 

He…

You can’t fucking believe this. All this humiliation because her annoying boyfriend didn’t want you to ruin this little unfriendly gathering. You feel angry tears in the corners of your eyes, almost ready to sniffle like the needy thing you are. God, you’re weak and pathetic and…

The Austrian guy behind you coughs, attracting attention. 

— Ladies like you shouldn’t go out this late. Bad things might happen. 

Jenny snorted and you already wanted to close your eyes. She was clearly not having it and she had a very short temper – you take a step back, towards her, hoping to set her down. Instead, she took one look at your pleading expressions, and it made her even more annoyed. She was never good with locals. 

— We’re getting out of this dump as soon as possible, sir. Didn’t ask for your opinion though. 

He chuckles and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. 

— Just wanted to warn you. Tourists are disappearing around these parts. 

— We’re not some dumb tourists. 

— Ach? You aren’t? 

Jenny fails to hear the amusement in her voice. You tuck the Coke bottle in your arms, hoping that they would stop. 

— We’re not a bunch of dumb tourists and we will call the police if you’d proceed harassing us. 

— Just wanted to give your friend what she forgot. Keep an eye on each other, ja? 

— We will. Fuck off before I’m calling the 9-1-1, verstehen? 

You feel even more embarrassed as she storms off to the truck where Chad and everyone else is staying, not even paying you a glance – too used to your sorry ass going right after her, like a lapdog that your other friend likes to bring everywhere in her tiny pink purse. 

You sigh, feeling horrible. The guy is creepy. Tall, looming over everyone, both of them are fucking terrifying – but they paid for the coke and the Austrian one is genuinely trying to tell you something. A bit paranoid, maybe, but you see the cargo jacket he is wearing, so he is probably either a paranoid survivalist or maybe a part of the military. You like having someone worried about your safety, even in more of a scary horror movie-esque form. 

— I’m…sorry for Jenny. She isn’t always like this, we’re just tired after a long road. 

— You were driving whole day? 

— We’re, um…on a trip. You know, a little getaway in the woods. Would have been nice. 

The giant tilts his head to the side. You just noticed that his hands are twitching a little, fidgeting with the bottom part of his jacket. You find it almost cute, endearing in a way – at least he is as anxious about talking to you as you are to him. You find yourself also fidgeting on the bottle, swirling it in your hands, never understanding what you should do in a somewhat normal social situation. 

— Be careful, kleine Hase. Like I said, it’s a dangerous place for young ladies like you. 

The way he said it, calling you a young lady, made him look extremely old – and made you feel even more embarrassed and uncertain about your future. Here you are, wasting your youth on shitty road trips to Austrian woods instead of reading horror books and watching romance movies. 

— Thank you, sir. I…I’ll keep that in mind. 

— Are you two alone on the trip? 

Alright, it was a bit creepy. his cold blue gaze bores in your face, making you feel small. 

— No, Our male friends are with us. 

He humms, almost sounding amused. 

— Good. Wouldn’t want it to be too easy. 

— Sorry? 

— Wouldn’t want someone bad to hurt you so easily. 

You smile. He is nice, even if a bit creepy – you nod slightly, taking a step towards the truck, since everyone else already got in and you still have a long road to the place of your camp. 

— Thank you for the bottle, sir. 

— You are welcome. Keep yourself safe, ja? 

You nod. 

Keeping yourself safe sure does sound nice. You can do it, right? (You can’t,  but you don’t know that yet)

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon

Slasher!Josuke with Nerdy Darling? (Based off Scream)

Darling is a Horror Movie Fanatic, as she’s seen them all, from B Films, Foreign, Classics, Silents and the more Recent ones

Reader comes off as a Geek, but she doesn’t really care if people like her or not (She even works part time at the local Video Store) she’s kinda a loner as she has no friends at school

Reader is sorta based off Randy (I loved him in the Scream Movies and was upset that he was killed off in the Sequel) as she takes pride in her Horror Movie knowledge

If Darling has a Stand, maybe it’s called ‘Mortician’ (Based of the Band known for their songs based off Horror Movies) maybe she affects her surroundings like a movie based upon the 3 simple rules she makes? (If you break the rules you get injured or attacked, but if you don’t break them nothing happens)

Josuke gets a crush on Darling after they were grouped together for a school project and realized Darling is pretty cool (She even tutors him so his grades don’t slip since she’s a straight A+ student at their high school)

However Josuke noticed Darling only shows interest in Horror Movies and Slashers, so what better way to get the girl of his dreams than by becoming a real life slasher himself?

I’ve been watching Slasher Movies on loop, including delicious plot twists so what if Darling is Kira’s daughter? (She doesn’t know about his hand fetish or about him being a serial killer) She doesn’t have interest being in the spotlight like her dad (This can be scrapped if you want)

Ooh this is so interesting I had to start writing. I ended up writing a prologue.

I'm going to set the main part of the story a couple of years post DIU (mainly to age up) but the prologue takes place just before with reader being 14/15.

Still thinking about the stand. Possibly being a stand that almost looks like a phone dangle charm on her phone that sometime gives out rules in the form of a text for a set amount of time (anywhere from an hour to 24). It's one of those self destructive stands (not literally but it's always screwing with darling).

Really loved the Kira daughter idea, writing that darling knows and is actively trying to hide it after his "death". In a way she ends up paralleling him with her need to hide it as it previously ruined her life back in marioh cho.

If you have any more ideas please let me know as I am really invested.

(Also an odd fact, my dad's bday is the same as Yoshikage kira's)

Sins of the father prologue

(Yandere Josuke X female Reader)

Warnings: mentioned abortion

You looked at the address you'd written down before knocking on the door. Your lucky your friend had offered up the cover of a sleepover to your grandparents as they'd be furious to find out what you were doing, but you needed closure on the matter.

There was a car in the driveway so you knew he was home so you knocked on the door again. Who exactly? Your father.

You'd never met him in person as from what you knew him and your mother had been at odds over the idea. So the most he did was sign his name on your birth certificate before the relationship had ended. About a year after your mother had visited him to try and rekindle the relationship only to disappear.

You snapped out of your thoughts when the door opened. He was definitely the same man that your mother had stashed photos of.

Blonde hair, blue eyes and sharp features.

He was probably wondering why some random middle schooler was at his door.

“Mr Kira?” You asked.

“Yes, that is me,” he told you. You looked oddly familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on as to why. You quickly held out a paper bag, you'd gone to the effort to buy him a castella cake as a sign of good will.

“My name is (Y/n) Kira, I was hoping we could talk” you told him. He took the bag but he had a scrutinizing look.

“Is this about your mother's disappearance? I already told your grandparents all I knew” he asked.

Of course he lied, he simply told them that she'd left his house. In truth she never had but back then the villas hadn't been developed yet so no one was around to discredit his claim. Yet your grandparents had not believed such a claim.

“No, I wanted to meet you” you said and immediately he began to close the door before you wedged your foot between the door and the frame.

“I'm not asking anything of you, after this we can just go our separate ways… I promise” you said, desperation in your tone.

He sighed before opening the door again.

“Just this once, if I ever see you here after I'll call the police” he warned you as he stepped aside to let you in.

You came in and left your shoes on the shoe rack before following him into the living area. You sat down on the cushion behind the low table.

“Tea?” he asked.

“Yes please Mr Kira” you responded with a nod. You looked around as you waited. This was definitely one of the older houses in Morioh cho. tatami mats, sliding doors and hanging lights. Probably made around the 50s/60s like your grandparent's. Most of the houses in the town now were around tenish years old at most.

Soon he brought some cups and a teapot before sitting down himself and pouring the tea.

“So why did come here? I thought your grandparents would have been completely against you coming here?” He asked.

“I found some of my mothers belongings. After reading her diary I was hoping to get your side of the story, if you're comfortable with that?” you told him.

“Well I suppose you should know” he said with a sigh. Your gaze was just like hers and a small part of him was terrified by that, that dead woman's stare haunted him.

You rummaged through your school bag before grabbing out a piece of paper full of questions you jotted down.

He told himself to think of this like how he would any other interview. The sooner he answers your questions the sooner you'd leave.

“So first off, mom wrote down that you two were in the same homeroom in highschool when you two met” you said.

“Yes, she was seated next to me. I hadn't realized she'd had feelings for me til Valentine's day” he told you.

“Why'd you accept?” You asked. Now that was a hard question to answer. He'd been shaken after killing Reimi, a girl from the same school. He'd tried to keep his urges in check. After your mother had confessed her feelings to him he believed that if he'd had a partner maybe he'd have no need to ever do it again and she happened to have a lovely pair of hands. His eyes couldn't help but drift to yours. They were quite pretty too, he noticed the light polish on them and spoke up.

“I thought the schools had a no polish policy” he told you. You rolled your eyes, you'd painted such a similar shade to your skin hoping no one would notice.

For a while you continued to ask him questions. Until you inevitably asked why he and your mother broke up.

Another tough question, he had many reasons. He'd realized that his plan to keep his desires in check wasn't working, not to mention your mother's pregnancy had caused issues. He'd swore up and down he'd worn protection. At first he believed your mother had cheated but that was disproven. He never heard the end of it when his mother found out. She believed her son wouldn't have ever done something like that and demanded your mother have an abortion if true. In truth he'd silently wished for the same but your mother was headstrong and was determined to keep the child.

Eventually he'd decided to break up with her and at least fill out the birth certificate but that was it.

“It was complicated, in honesty my feelings for her washed away and when we found out she was pregnant, both our families had a feud over it. We decided it was best that I wouldn't be in the picture… I also wasn't ready for a child in my life” he explained, his eyes gazing upon his tea.

“Thank you Mr Kira” you thanked him, you knew these were hard questions so you appreciated that he gave you the answers. At this point he couldn't help but have questions of his own, as he couldn't quite figure out what type of person you were.

“May I ask you a few questions of my own? nothing too personal” he asked.

“Of course, it's only fair after all that I've asked you”

“What after-school club are you in?” That was probably the best way to gauge the person you were.

“Oh I'm in a book club” you replied, that was the same club he'd been in when he was younger.

“You like to read?” He asked.

“Kinda, in truth it was the only club that gave me privacy. My media interests are more on movies but reading the original sources are always fun” you confessed.

“Any plans after highschool?” He asked.

“I'm not entirely sure, I do want to do university but I'm unsure of what course to take” you told him with a sigh.

“You'll figure it out in time, I only decided what I was going to do during my last year” he told you.

It wasn't long after that you left. To go to your friend's to watch movies over the weekend. They had a large collection of horror movies that your grandparents would never allow you to watch.

Unfortunately your life would never be the same after your father's true nature became public news. Forcing you and your grandparents to have to start a new life away from Marioh cho.

[calamity-calliope]

OC SMASH OR PASS

(jumping on this bandwagon just because) [Thanks @zeebreezin ]

Middle image by @feivelynart. Seriously, go check them out!

Name: Johnathan Morholt Certsey

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Honestly who even knows

☘ Propaganda for:

He is a pawnbroker

Accomplished calliopist - loves playing with and for others

Very lively fellow, and you can count on that day or night.

Just generally spirited and joyful, hardly seen without a smile or a positive attitude

Catfish-shaped <3

Calls you "deary"

Knows many a good zee-ztory, as has no objections to telling them

excellent cook!

Lives and breathes the zee, loves a good adventure on-board with 90-foot flash schooner Calamity!

Fun uncle energy all day every day

Protective of his friends (he would kick ass for you)

Made to cuddle. Loves to give warm hugs.

Whistles jaunty little tunes when he's busy, and you bet he loves to dance

Likes holding hands (his hands are warm)

Embraces eccentricity, and likewise embraces fellow eccentrics

Bookworm

WILL share his big coat you if you are cold

Wouldn't be caught dead being unfaithful in a relationship and works with his other to keep it healthy and meaningful - respecting boundaries when needed.

🤔 ??? propaganda:

Bataireacht practitioner, and he carries his shillelagh with him everywhere. It's his version of a bedside spear.

Sometimes irritatingly curious. If you have antiques and/or a unique, expect that he'll ask about them

He snores 💀

Notable for inadvertently getting himself into troublesome situations. He is generally good at escaping these, but it's a bad habit.

Whatever the Victorian England equivalent of that one family member who disappears into a Yankee Candle and emerges four hours later with $150 worth of candles is.

Sweet-looking for sure but he has one hell of a sailor mouth.

🧨 Propaganda against:

He is a pawnbroker

Has a communication issue - and not in the relational sense. New English speaker who has spoken Gaeilge (Irish) his entire life and you would probably have an easier time reading Finnegan's Wake. To fix this he's learning German!!

Has never been in a full-commitment romantic relationship before

For all of his cheerfulness, he's undeniably suspicious

It's the sun-cult stuff

Carries about him all the faux innocence of a man who has killed, and is bound to kill again

Often out on unspecified business. Several of his clients happen to be located at various places across the zee. It's no whaling journey, but expect him to be gone for months at a time

Not a quick problem solver- the bigger the problem, the more time he needs to think on it, during which the issue tends to worsen.

Sometimes the nightmares get to him.

Very minor but he smells a tad bit like bilgewater

Postage enthusiast, but in an accidentally creepy way. Known for sending vaguely threatening packages to strangers.

Very serious about his religion. Sometimes becomes lost in the bliss of it, and you wonder if this is the same man you knew before.

Straight-up serial killer vibes sometimes

Tagging those willing who haven't done it yet :)

[dolliestfairy]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏. ݁٬ ࣪ ، ָ࣪ .🌹 ، ₊ ˖  ་ ݁

yandere Majestic boy Israfel obsessed with chubby!fem!reader <3

Author Note ཐིiཋྀ : This is My Original character Israfel Astaroth. i've been thinking about making my own yandere oc from a long time ago but i always found myself being nervous, and now i decided to. the dark theme will be using for my yandere masterlist also btw hehe ;).

🦇 Original Character Short Introduction :

Full Name : Israfel Rose Astaroth. Age : 26. He loves Vampire Gothic Style. If you want to know what he looks like, he looks like the thumbnail in the middle man. thats how i potrait him to look like. Love Interest : You.

🦇 Warning : Doxxing, his crazy fans hired a hitman to kill you, Massacre, obsessiveness, Unhealthy behavior, blood, this called yandere for a reason, i've warned you. this is a Yandere Fiction. Reader skin color is not announced. just him being crazy that he slaughtered his fans for you. and maybe some misspelled word. lmk if i miss anything.

• Israfel is a Majestic boy who is a Sucker for his chubby!fem!reader. everyone is a sucker for him, but him? he's a sucker for you. like real real, motherfucking sucker.

• would die for you. and killed for you too. dont mess with his girlfriend or they'll be dead in just a few days.

• i mean come on.. this guy has reputation and power, not to mention Israfel is a Clever guy too, but when he's with you? he's like a little boy with his favorite pillow he doesnt want to share with.

• he has TONS of fangirls and fanboys, he always come in a model poster, he always get the image of a perfection, but when people find out who is the person that have been there for him behind the stages, and how they look like, they're feeling really execrate.

• some people start doxxing you, and share your internal information, makes you feel scared and ashamed, some of them even send a hitman to kill you.

• when israfel find out how people treat his darling, he's on full rage. this is the time where the beautiful and blessed rose show its poisonous thorns.

• when i said 'thorns' he really become a character development. from a Big Star Model to a motherfucking Serial Killer. he'd kill his fans, and mostly, those bastard that doxx your information and those cheap hitman.

• after he slaughter them all, he's going to you, you were all scared and begging for mercy. but israfel just laugh, his bloody hand grab your cheeks gently, and his lips kisses your forehead. "its okay. no one will hurt you again."

• he hugged you with his body that is covered in blood, while you see a piled of dead bodies behind him, rotting.

• just like half of him now. for sure the rose petals now are already withered. but his poisonous thorns will always be strong, for you. to protect you. his walking snuggle ball <3

🌹 ּ ᮫ ˵ ִ ۪۫ ☾ "just dont leave me okay? you know you meant a lot to me. say to me who dared to look down on you and i'll slit their throat open, just for you <3."

[the-everqueen]

Definitely curious about the genderflip Sandman fic 👀

SAME. as in, this is only a concept on the back burner of my brain because i haven't really worked out a satisfying answer to the central q of the thing which is: what does a gender flip DO to these characters?

because here's the thing. i think 99.9% of the time a genderswap au is unnecessary and boring. (not to mention essentialist as hell.) boys have pussies, girls have dicks, people of all genders are intersex, etc. some of us notgirls and failguys just want to vicariously experience our fave getting his clit sucked or her prostate massaged. i personally hate fics that go "but what if these [cis] dudes were [cis] GIRLS" and then proceed to strip the characters of everything that makes them compelling, that makes THEM, because at that point you might as well just flesh out your OCs and maybe interrogate your internalized misogyny and transphobia while you're at it.

anyways.

in the case of sandman, i am (transparently, obviously) curious about what happens if the Corinthian is not designed to be (read as) a man. in the comix, he very much embodies the fears and risks associated with gayness in the 90s (the AIDS epidemic, the dual violence of the closet and/or being outed, the culture around cruising, intersections of race and class with queerness in U.S. urban areas, etc). in the show that's subtly shifted to be a broader umbrella of queerness as well as a very 21st century anxiety around surveillance/public vs private that also taps into a cultural fascination with serial killers. in both cases, him reading as white, middle-aged U.S. man is a CRUCIAL part of what he signifies. he looks like (and takes advantage of being) someone with a lot of social privilege, across multiple categories. no one is going to question why he's in a fancy hotel, a conference room, a seedy bar, a suburb. OBVIOUSLY that changes if any one of these categories changes. i'm thinking about how and also what that means.

(the dreaming spinoff comix tried to do a Thing with a female Corinthian: while Coco spends a year as a real boy, a trans woman named Echo takes his place in the Dreaming. the spinoff handles Echo...really poorly. [i wrote a whole paragraph here trying to distill her arc but it's tangential to this post so suffice to say: it was Bad.] Echo is posed as this "femme fatale" type because i guess if the Corinthian is a woman, she'd also have to be sexy and alluring to the (heterosexist) male gaze. imho this was a cop-out, but then again...what about that spinoff wasn't.)

on some level i'm not sure the Corinthian could ever be anything besides the Corinthian, if that makes sense. as in, if you change anything about him, maybe then he ceases to be the Corinthian and becomes something else entirely. Dream can take different forms (and Overture has a femme!Dream) because stories can take different forms across cultures and times and species. but the Corinthian is intrinsically tied up in humanity and its biomythic nature. and what we think of as Human, as Sylvia Wynter reminds us, is very much tied up in narratives around identity including race, gender, and class.

at the same time my id absolutely wants a butch lesbian Corinthian who uses he/him pronouns. mostly because lesbian and wlw sex STILL gets dismissed or sanitized or erased or pathologized, even though queer women remain subject to state, police, and domestic violence at higher rates than their straight and/or cis counterparts. (also yes i'm counting my trans hermanas y primas, t*rfs can fuck right off.) but also because i'm a fagdyke with religious trauma who relates very hard to god's failed masterpiece.

[astramachina]

Speeding across the country, in somebody else's car Keeping a book of secrets, and taking it too far (x)

Ricky's has got a handful of secrets:

The eyesore of a 'magenta' car he drives is stolen.

His college degree is a forgery.

The blood on his jacket is Definitely His Own.

And he's never forgiven the owners of that old pizzeria for the events of '87. After all, that was his little brother's head inside the jaws of a mechanical monster.

Here's all you need to know about Ricky Kronbach and his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad life courtesy of an extensive list of extremely bad decisions.

A movie!verse OC (in a "what if the games somehow still happened in the movie!verse but the dates were slightly altered" type of AU; ie the bite of '87 still occurred but rather than Jeremy Fitzgerald getting chomped, it was MCI!Jeremy)

"He said he could bring Jeremy back." "Jeremy's been gone a decade." "But what if he can? What if it's possible?"

Born September 9th, 1972 to Mary and John Kronbach in Great Falls, Minnesota. As the oldest of two kids he's both stubborn and protective, the former by instinct and the latter by necessity. With John's violent outbursts and propensity to gamble away most of the family income, and Mary's neglect in response to Ricky acting as a "tomboy" from a young age, home life for the Kronbach siblings was less than stellar.

To catch a break, Ricky would get into his allowance and bike down to Freddy's with his little brother Jeremy in tow. It happened often enough that multiple servers and one of the owners' daughters knew them by name. But late one Friday in November of 1987, tragedy came rushing up to meet the Kronbach's when Jeremy, aided by the owner's daughter, requested to see the Bonnie animatronic up close. No one exactly knows how the nine-year-old managed to get his head stuck between its jaws, triggering the springlock mechanism that killed him.

Following these events, John blamed Ricky for the death of his "only son" and unleashed a reign of terror on the teenager that would only end in further tragedy. When questioned about the events that took place during "The Christmas Massacre of '87", Ricky would claim to have been asleep during his parents' murder. At no point does he confide in anyone about the night terrors that lead up to the event—of the 7ft tall, striped marionette that led him towards the knife block on the kitchen counter.

The night terrors continue well into adulthood, even after his suspension from MSU's post-grad program, when he threatened one of his professors and picked fights with several classmates for unspecified reasons. With a criminal record and infamy attached to his family name, Ricky is forced to seek professional help when no one would employ him.

In the Spring of 1996, Ricky meets his career counselor, Steve Raglan, who offers him a night security gig. Ricky turns down the opportunity, and upon exiting the office he notices a magenta Chevrolet that seems familiar. Disconcerted that he can't pinpoint where he's seen it before, Ricky decides to skip town and start a new life altogether, as far away from his past as possible.

"I'm thinking Anaheim. Become an Imagineer. Someone who puts a smile on kids' faces, y'know?"

Strangely enough, in a Denny's out in the Middle of Nowhere, Colorado over a year later, he comes across the same car, the same career counselor, and Ricky is now certain "Steve Raglan" isn't who he claims to be.

"Steve Raglan" knows the name Kronbach, knows about Ricky's past and his impressive academic record, so he makes him one more offer the young man can't possibly refuse: if Ricky helps him finish an old project him and his old business partner set out to create in the 80s, then "Steve" can bring Ricky's brother back from the dead.

Some picrew references—altho! @/namonaki-arts took these references and brought him to life in chibi form.

Does this look like a man who'd team up with a serial killer to bring back his dead brother who may or may not have been a victim of said serial killer? Look at him. Does he look like someone with his own trail of dead bodies and stolen cars and also arson? P'shaw.

[jamiesfootball]

Please tell us more about your original works!!

Honest to God, I was thinking of your stories earlier today and thought how lucky we are you spend any time writing fan fiction (and for the show that is my hyper fixation! How did I get this lucky?) because you’re so fucking talented you should writing real books.

you are always far far nicer to me than i deserve and I LOVE IT! (I LOVE YOU!!)

The wonderful thing about fanfiction is that writing for Ted Lasso has full-on cured my years-long writing slump. And I am looking at all of these book ideas, some of which have been kicking around in my brain for going on 10 years, and i'm like....yeah, yeah. I am going to work on those :D

So these are the ones I'm working on. They are in various states of progress.

My Babies! If any of these are getting finished first, it will be one of these three!

Barnacle - the placeholder name for my DETECTIVE STORY. A woman who has recently left a troubled marriage, our main character is a shell of the person she used to be. Wanting to put as much distance between her and the California life she left behind, she's rented a cabin in the middle of a small tourist town in the northern cold. When a man in the neighboring cabin is murdered during the night, she finds her mind stirred to action as the pieces of herself that she thought lost slowly come back to her. (And then she becomes a private investigator because I love detective stories and she solves crimes and makes friends and this is just the first one and I'm like. super excited about it.)

A Robot Named Future - this one is my long-brewing wip. It's about an AI robot from the not-to-distant future that gets rebooted ('wakes up') in a junkyard the very far distant future. Lots of scifi tropes, lots about the erosion of history and humans always being humans, and of course, food. Like a lot about food in this one.

Chasing Whispers in the Canyon (Western (sort of)) - Injured and AWOL military soldier Joanna is on the brink of death in the middle of the desert when she is saved by a tall, pale stranger. Her and the stranger -- an offputting, odd woman who's absolutely lethal with a pistol - hunker down together in a small town that seems on the verge of its own small war. When trouble comes for Joanna, the stranger risks drawing the attention of her own complicated past to save the woman who is possibly her only friend. (yes, the placeholder title is a song title. One song spurred all of this. I regret nothing)

The ones I'll get to one day!

Boots and Babes on the Boardwalk - I don't know why I titled it this way other than the alliteration (needs a new title). This one is about a partially closeted, mentally ill, middle aged gay man who's running his conservaative family's shady business. He just fell head over heels about another man, and that's serving as an impetus for him to actually look at his life. On temporary hiatus because the plot is a little wobbly

The Lens - Guy who recently went blind and had to drop out of an art program accompanies his still-seeing friend to a museum exhibit. Due to the awkward tension their circumstances have put between them, neither notices when his friend proceeds to lose the camera equipment he'd checked out from campus. With the museum closing in an hour and his friend's final grades on the line, these two piece together where in the museum his friend lost his camera. (this one is more like a novella or a long short story)

The Hoard - One night. One party. Five thieves. One pile of dragon treasure. (Think leverage but the treasure they are stealing belongs to a corrupt government via dragons).

Hawaiian Shirts and Bruised Eyes - A butch, lesbian stuntwoman who broke her arm on a motorcycle meets a nurse at the hospital who may just be the love of her life. The love of her life may also be a serial killer. It's hard to say.

The Frog Witch - vengeful disgraced witch lady seeks revenge against the people who wronged her with the help of a prince who has been cast out from his people. References to Euripedes' Medea.

[hells-wells]

Don't Blame The Movies 4

Scream

1996

Casey Becker and Steve Orth have been found brutally murdered, Who is responsible for this awful act? Who is next? what happens next? Everyone is a suspect, some more than others.

Billy X Rader, Stu X Reader, Billy X Stu X Reader.......... ****Warnings for this chapter----- swearing, jealousy, possessive behaviour, some true crime info drop, mentions of real-life serial killers.

Casey Becker and Steve Orth were brutally murdered last night, the town is in shock, and everyone is on edge. I was sitting in class with Randy when a knock on the door sent everyone silent, the middle-aged male teacher turned “Y/n, it appears to be your turn…”

I was greeted by Dewey’s grim face “Hey.” was all that I could muster, he tried smiling as he lead me to Principal Himbry’s office. “After you.” Dewey motioned to the empty chair, he sat across from you, along with Sheriff Burke, you noted that Principal Himbry stood next to you. “This won’t take long.” You nodded, Himbry was always kind, a little overbearing sometimes but he meant well.

“Did you know Casey Becker?” Burke’s face was unreadable as he watched your every move.

“From around school, yes.” You tried keeping your cool.

“What about Steven Orth?”

“Same thing, we didn’t hang out, so I didn’t really know them.”

“Ah-huh… We’ve been made aware of rumours?”

You sighed “Steve started them, yes.”

“Bet his girlfriend wasn’t too happy about them?”

“Not really...”

“How would you describe your relationship with the two?” “I didn’t have a relationship with either…” Biting your lip trying to figure out the best way to say it “We didn’t click…”

Dewey leaned in “Sheriff, I think that’s all we need?”

Sheriff Burke kept eye contact with you “For now.”

You sighed making your way to the fountain, finding Randy and Stu already there. “Hey…” You sat down on the cold floor, digging through your bag, not that you were hungry after that.

“How did it go?” Randy asked.

“Great…” You sarcastically gave. “Burke didn’t seem impressed with the rumours.”

“Ha! Of course not, you’re a good suspect.”

Both you and Stu glared at him.

“What? I can’t be the only one thinking it?” He protested.

You rolled your eyes “Yeah, well if I’m a suspect then so are you. Remember that fight I saved you from when Steve and his friends wanted to kick your arse?” You pointed it out. 

“Fair point, but that gives you more reason.” You could tell he was growing more determined.

“Come on man, does y/n look like she could take out Steven and hang Casey?” He scruffed your hair.

“Hmmm, maybe someone did it for her.”He wondered out loud.

“Considering I can’t even get a date, what makes you think someone would go all Bates for me?” You copied the stabbing motion with the eh eh eh eh sound. "Besides everyone in the group." You smirked.

That made them both laugh “That’s true, welcome to the dateless club!” You high-fived Randy.

“What’s the goss?” Tatum asked walking up.

“How I’m dateless and might be a suspect.” You lightly laughed. 

“Well, I can always help with the dating part, not sure about the suspect thing though. I’m sure they had a big list of people that didn’t like them.” She noted while sitting next to Stu.

You nodded “That’s true.”

Billy and Sidney followed behind her, taking their spots on the fountain, the topic didn’t die down, with everyone swapping questions you weren't paying much attention, Tatum's voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“Hunt? Why would they ask if you like to hunt?” Tatum asked the boys, taking another bite of her food. 

“I don’t know, they just did.” Stu shrugged.

Randy leaned toward Tatum “It’s because their bodies were gutted”

“Thanks for that Randy” Billy glared at Randy, but quickly switches his gaze to you.

You could see the confusion on her face “They didn’t ask me if like to hunt, did they ask you y/n?” 

“No” You mumbled out, trying to think of who would want to kill them, sure you weren’t a big fan but to do that but Tatum was right, it's a big list.

“Because there’s no way a girl could have killed them,” Stu smirked, looking around the group. She stared at Stu “That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female, basic instinct.” Tatum stated.

“That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same.” Randy stole another handful of her snacks, popping one into his mouth.

“Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. Takes a man to do something like that.” Stu mused.

“Or a man’s mentality.” rolling her eyes, she turned to you “Help me out here.”

“There’s Pamula Voorhees and Kathy Bates.” You shrugged.

“How’s that list coming?” Billy asked a small smirk pulled at his lips.

“That’s in the movies, if we argue with true crime there are plenty of female killers. Aileen Wuornos, Lizzie Borden, Belle Gunness and Jane Toppan… that’s not excluding couples like the Ken and Barbie killers, Mayra and Ian Brady, just to name a few.” You smirked back.

“Exactly!” Tatum smiled, her point being made. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Randy rolled his eyes “Forgot who we were talking to.”

“How do you gut someone?” Sidney wondered out loud. 

Everyone was silent for a moment before Stu cut in “You take a knife and slit them from groin to sternum.” Not understanding how uncomfortable this topic was making Sidney. You weren’t paying attention to everyone else, you were focusing on sid, feeling guilty for not thinking about how this must be bringing back bad memories. 

The bell rang, breaking the group's silence, you watched as Tatum ran off after Sidney, dragging Stu along to apologize. “I still say we should be smart and stay in groups!” Randy nudged your elbow.

“I’m not disagreeing but it’s only been two people.” It came out colder than you had meant.

“Because that’s not suspicious,” Randy noted.

“I just think before we go into full panic, we need to wait and see. So far there isn’t a pattern and who’s to say whoever it is, isn’t going after that crowd.” You simply gave.

Randy paused “Famous last words, all I’m saying.” before darting off to class, leaving you and Billy alone.

“Don’t sound too brokenhearted over there.”

You sighed “I do feel bad but not that they died…” he leaned in closer, making sure no one else could hear “Then what?” Your voice was barely above a whisper “It’s the fact that I couldn’t care less…” You paused looking for a reaction “I know, I’m horrible.” He chewed his bottom lip “No, you’re not… Look, they made your life hell, that bitch and her bullshit... Come on.” 

The rest of the day went slowly, you were relieved once you were home. The hours went by, and before you knew it, it was night, 7 Pm.

“Yes, I will… Mom, I know how to lock the doors.” You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you paced the kitchen. “I can come home.” she sounded unsure.

“I’m fine, you’re due back tomorrow anyway?” You asked while double-checking a side door.

“Maybe, Bob was asking if I could stay a few more days but if you need me home-”

You cut her off “If you’re worried I can try to stay at friends.” It didn’t matter, she wasn’t home often as it was and she would just go on and on about how you ruined her trip if she actually choose you over whoever she was seeing this month. “Alright, just remember to set the alarm and ask if one of the boys can stay over. I’d feel better with one there with you.”

You couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes "Sure, I’ll get right on that.” You replied sarcastically “I’m gonna head off and shower.”

“Ok, love you.”

“Love you too, bye.”

The hot water felt good, and you stayed in there as long as you could, finally stepping out and drying yourself off the sound of the phone cutting through the house

It’s probably Mom again.

“Hello?”

Next

[didierleclair]

INSPECTOR WAZIRI LEADS THE INVESTIGATION

A Nigerian film about a difficult period to see if you have not already. It is October 1. The movie came out in 2014. However, the cinematographic work remains relevant today.

The story takes place a few days before Nigeria's Independence Day in 1960. This is where the title of the film comes from. Inspector Danladi Waziri (Sadiq Daba) investigates a series of rapes and murders of women west of the country, a small town called Akote, in Igbo region.

The director of this psychological movie, Kunle Afolayan, leads the historical and sociological plot masterfully. Danladi Waziri is an austere man, originally from the North. His appearance is very different from his compatriots in the West. Rather slender with a darker complexion, he has the withdrawn look of the men of the desert, of a Sahelian. He belongs to the Hausa people.

He is leading an investigation into a serial killer. It is the early 60s and almost no one knows what DNA means, including the inspector. He will investigate with the means at hand. Analysis of the crime scene, manipulation of the victims' bodies, the marks on the strangled women. They are virgin teenagers surprised in the darkness of a forest. Gradually, inspector Waziri will understand that he is after a criminal who knows the terrain and therefore a native of the country. However, local police categorically refuse to accept this hypothesis. They are convinced that no man from Akote can commit such atrocities. It is definitely someone from elsewhere. The man from the North is alone against everyone.

The local chief has a soothsayer who is worried about the murders in the area. The traditional priest tells his visitors that the killings will continue until the murderer is satisfied. Nevertheless, the inspector is unable to question the local soothsayer about his premonitory remarks. The police fear that the witch doctor will cast a bad spell on them if they dare to take him to the police station. Consequently, Waziri swims in a total enigma.

Yet this matter must be resolved before the handover of power from Britain to Nigeria. Inspector Waziri superior, a British man, plans to pack up and close the case once Nigeria is independent.

October 1 is much more than an African thriller. There is palpable ethnic tension, particularly when Waziri arrests a suspect like himself from the North. The local population wants to take justice into their own hands. The angry crowd gathers in front of the poor man's prison. Waziri knows he is innocent given the clues he has. However, the locals do not trust the investigator. They want to punish the suspect themselves because they are sure he is guilty.

We must add the difficult relations that the police officer maintains with the British colonizers. Their condescension and arrogance force the inspector to suffer frequent humiliations. His superior, a young man, insists on calling him “Dany Boy,” even though Waziri is his father’s age. However, Africa of the 60s is committed to respecting elders. It is inconceivable to treat a middle-aged African with no respect.

The reconstruction of the feverish atmosphere before independence is a success. In this film, there is a need to show young Africans what life was like during colonization.

All the actors played their respective roles with conviction. We come away won over by the quality of the dramatic acting. A film to see and appreciate.

Didier Leclair, writer Pic: (All Rights reserved)

[rwac96]

Type: Prompt

AU: Horror AU: Werewolf/Slasher AU + Fusion AU: Super AU: Vigilante AU + Law and Crime AU: Assassin AU

Fandom: RWBY

Summary: The latest report of Ebony Knight the Half-Moon Killer of Vale spread across Beacon Academy. A cunning but excessively deranged serial killer who has killed dozens of victims in brutal and violent fashion. Nobody doesn’t know who was the killer and the reason behind his murderous crusade in Vale…nobody but the wholesome goofball dork Jaune Arc.

Theme: Jaune is a ruthless vigilante, Werewolf Bloodlust, Master Assassin, Jaune is a darker but noble character

The Vale Police Department had taped off the area, preventing any unauthorized personnel from entering the crime scene. In the alley between the Dust Shop and the jewelry store, a local human man; middle-aged, was murdered. There were many suspects, some say it was a hit by the White Fang, others say it was the work of the wanted criminal Roman Torchwick. Examining the corpse had confused detectives, while a visiting Huntsman, Qrow Branwen, had some ideas of who was responsible.

"This wasn't done by any of the White Fang," the seasoned Scythe-Wielder said, taking a quick sip of his whiskey. "they would've painted this place with their insignia. And this wasn't done by any of Torchwick's goons," Qrow picks up a vial of Dust, which would've likely been stolen.

"Then, you're saying," one of the detectives, a woman, gulped in dread at the third possible suspect. "i-it was done by...him?!"

"The Half Moon Killer," Qrow said, covering the victim's lifeless form with a grey sheet. "Brutal, grisly as any Grimm Attack, and the Vic," he pulls out his Scroll, "seemed to have been involved in some pretty nasty stuff."

"This is insane!" The lead investigator shouts, "This...This monster has been going around, killing people left and right! The only things we hafta go on are the gruesome leftovers and the vics were bastards! That pretty much labels any rogue Huntsman or Huntress!"

Qrow shakes his head, the mention of such people made him think of his twin sister, Raven. "Nah," the scruffy Huntsman dismissed, "even they have their own code, varyin' from person to person. Nah, we're likely dealin' with a lone wolf, someone who seems themselves as judge, jury, and worryingly, executioner."

~

Later that night, a grey-haired woman huffs, as she walked away from an apartment complex. She wiped the blood from her cheek, having settled some personal matters; murdering a former lover she thought committed infidelity. She didn't bother to hear his pleas of innocence, and she disregarded the fact that the 'skank' he was talking with...was his own mother! No, in her mind, retribution was in order...like always.

Delilah Deianira thought she had found the one, but it seemed fate has dealt her an unkind hand. The first was her former husband Sam, who proved to be a bit of an imbecile. Now, she had murdered her late boyfriend, Herc. Delilah huffed, as she looked at the time on her Scroll, knowing that she need to make herself scarce. The grey-haired murderess takes a right turn towards an alley, hastening her pace.

Then, she suddenly cried out in pain as her throat was slit; crimson liquid pouring non-stop from the wound. She looks down with widened eyes, horrified by how quick that was. Then, her attention turns to what appears to be a golden-furred, man-sized creature. Ocean Blue eyes gaze at Delilah with hatred, as if she was found guilty by some self-made judge.

"Murderer," Jaune Arc, The Ebony Knight, coined the Half Moon Killer by The Press said to the woman, and proceeds to pounce on his latest victim. Delilah let out a gurgled scream, as she was torn apart by the werewolf.

[chilopodacrudus]

Piers Backstory Part 1 Electric Boogaloo

I noticed I was putting much more detail into the 2nd and 3rd parts so I redid the first; oops.

CW for: Piers is a serial killer and not a good person. He has the good intention of helping a child who is suffering from abuse but not exactly a good method of helping; this gets him in trouble. CW for a child implied to be having a bad time at home.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/chilopodacrudus/738185995997118464/piers-meets-god?source=share

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/chilopodacrudus/738216351750111232/piers-hell-arc-2-grief?source=share

Piers: A six foot tall middle aged man with a thicker athletic build to him. His hair is mid length; his bangs a dark brown the rest of his wavy hair a much lighter blonde. He adjusts his glasses staring off into the distance; his eyes darting across the few faces he see’s walking around the strip mall he frequently people watches in.

Marcy: A young girl; roughly 8, long frizzy hair and tomboyish clothes stands cautiously behind a pillar. She’s looking out for someone; there’s a steady panic in her eye.

Piers: He notices Marcy immediately; that’s Lacey’s niece. Lacey was a client of his for his dog walking business he runs on the side. He’d like to think they were decently close; he does quite a bit of extra work for her as she’s fallen on hard times. He’s concerned for Marcy; her father was an absolute prick. He knew something was going on at home as he bore witness to it during his spying in the past. What was the idiot up to now. He approaches Marcy with a smile on his face. "Marcy? Hey kiddo…your parents around?" Piers ticks his eyes towards where she's looking; Jason can be heard yelling and sounds very drunk.

Jason: A rough looking man; unshaven but dressed in his Sunday's best. Ruffled dark brown hair and a bitter air to him. "MARCY? The hell is that fucking kid; MARCY." He stumbles into view with a sneer on his face and starts to yell for her "MAR-…" his face changes and flushes white when he see's someone he knows a forced smirk on his face as he looks at Piers. "Marcy it's time to go" He nods his head to Piers; clearly putting on a front to not out himself in front of someone he's familiar with.

Marcy: She’s overwhelmed; she doesn’t know where to turn, if it were up to her she would dart to Piers and hide. Instead she instinctively pulls down her sleeve hiding a fresh bruise.

Piers: He bares witness to all of this with a dead look of intent in his eye. He had already made up his mind long before now. He turns to Marcy with his expression becoming much more intense; likely more so than he’d want it to in the moment. "Marcy…everything…will be okay..I promise"

Jason: "Marcy I don't have all day here.."

Marcy: She smiles at Piers a bit put off by his expression but she nods "Thanks…" She speaks softly and begrudgingly goes to Jason and walks with him out of the area.

Piers: He nips his bottom lip and mutters to himself. "Everything will be just fine…"

A few days later; Piers is at his home speaking with Lacey who is picking up her dog Berns, a large collie. Piers' dog Doc; a rottweiler is laying on the couch gnawing on a toy.

Piers: He has a warm look on his face; he was very fond of Lacey, much more fond than she knows."He's a good boy as always Lacey; a pleasure"

Lacey: She’s a lanky nervous woman; tall with a punk rock vibe. Her hair done in a long half hawk of dirty blonde. She wore large steel toed boots. She speaks frantically always tripping over her words. "Thanks man you know I owe you; I'm so sorry I couldn't send the full payment this month I…and I'm sorry for coming so late"

Piers: Holds up a hand stopping her "Like I said; he's a pleasure. This is just a side gig you don't have to worry about anything.”

Lacey: "You're an angel; thank you so much. If you need anything…just let me know"

Piers: "Of course you two take care"

When Piers closes the door his smile fades a blank expression again as he swings by his bathroom to pick up a large duffel bag. He stands in front of the mirror of his bathroom staring into it deeply. Something in his mind clearly switched.

It's past midnight; Piers makes his way to Jason's house. He's stopped by here to do errands for Lacey before. Wearing tight rubber gloves; rubber covers over his boots and a outer layer of easily tossable plastic coveralls.

No lights are on in the house; he parks his car several blocks away and takes a path through the woods towards the backdoor carrying his duffel bag.

He picks the backdoor lock and makes his way carefully inside; shutting the door behind him. He passes by Marcy's room; briefly pausing to narrow his eyes. He was terrified that she would see what he was about to do but it had to be done.

Entering the room he sets down his bag and pulls out a tire iron; gripping it firmly in his gloved hand a soft clink is heard and Jason stirs from his sleep.

Piers: Before Jason can fully comprehend what's happening "Hey" he bashes him over the head once, waits; then goes for a second swing, bitterly watching him hack up blood and wince while staying eerily calm. There was nothing in his eyes. "Bastard" He speaks deadpan before pulling out his makeshift blade. A crooked mess of a thing made with one solid chunk of metal. He slits Jason's throat with no hesitation; not even bothering to enjoy the scene before him as he quickly takes out a large black piece of vinyl to put over his body. He didn't want Marcy to see him like this. He notices Jason's pocket watch out of the corner of his eye and nabs it without really thinking putting it in his bag and making his way out.

Several days later; Piers is on his couch looking at the pocket watch. He admires it; it’s a one of a kind piece gifted to him by Lacey, the etching of her name inside solidifies that. Jason was Lacey’s brother; he knew this but he knew she would have done the same thing if only she knew.

A knock at the door.

Lacey: She stands looking more disheveled than normal. Her eyes sunken from lack of sleep and tears; she’s here to drop Berns off like usual.

Piers: Without thinking he instinctively lays down the pocket watch on the night stand next to the front door. Putting on his ‘empathetic face’ he answers the door. "Hey; how are you holding up"

Lacey: "Ha I…you know…not well" Her eyes are darting left and right she goes to say something but is interrupted by Berns’ excitement.

Berns: The large fluffy collie wags his tail happily seeing his dog buddy Doc; pulling on the leash and rushing into the house knocking the pocket watch on the ground clearly in Lacey's view.

Piers: He panics ‘shit shit shit’ snatching the pocket watch with a spin on his heel but not before Lacey catches a glimpse of it and Piers knows what she saw. "BERNS come on man…manners" He attempts to laugh it off praying it works.

Lacey: Her eyes are wide like a doe in headlights her heart feels like it stops mid beat she stumbles over her words but tries to regain her composure. She knows the watch was stolen from the crime scene she thinks she’s dreaming briefly. "Hahaha he's…yea…I…I'll be b..back to pick him up…usual time"

Piers: His smile saddens; his heart flutters he can’t believe he was so careless."Yea sure you be safe out there" His words seem much more sinister but he didn’t intend them to be.

Lacey: She slams the door shut and runs to the side of Piers’ house collapsing down with both hands clutched over her mouth tears streaming down her eyes. She has no idea what she’s going to do she can’t believe what she saw.

Piers: His expression changes from a solemn one to blank. His mind is reeling as he slides down to the floor; his back to the door. He squeezes the pocket watch between his fingers tapping his thumb against it. Snapping his head back and rolling his eyes he’s fighting every instinct he has but he knows what he has to do. "I’m so sorry Lace…you gotta go"

The next day Piers is staring at himself in the mirror going over unheard internal monologue. His mind is made up and so he performs just as he always does. He picks up his bag of goodies and heads out.

He heads to Lacey's house; this will be much easier as Lacey gave him a key to her house to take care of chores for her while she's away but he isn't sure if she's changed the locks yet after seeing what she saw at his house.

She hasn't.

He slips into her house with his usual garb when doing such things. Lacey is sitting in the living room clearly paranoid with little sleep. Piers eyes go wide when he notices that she see's him. He drops his duffel bag to the floor as Lacey slowly gets out of the chair and holds her hands up.

Lacey: "Why'd you do it" She’s been rehearsing this; she blurts it out so quickly she nearly spits.

Piers: He swallows making his way towards her slipping a pocket knife into his back pocket from his bag. He didn’t want her to suffer; at least he didn’t think he did. "I was doing Marcy a favor" His voice is dry and matter of fact devoid of the warmth of their normal conversations.

Lacey: "What do..what are you talking about?" She has no time for games or sorry excuses she’s not here to hear his side of the story she’s already made up her mind of how to think about the whole thing.

Piers: "I've been watching them for awhile; you wouldn't believe the things I've seen him do Lace…"

Lacey: She looks to the side; clenching her eyes closed briefly she grabs at the side of her head and wraps her arms around her body. Jason was her brother; he wasn’t perfect but clearly he wasn’t evil. She loses all of the composure she had. “I don't believe you; I DON'T BELIEVE YOU"

Piers: His heart sinks; he isn’t used to letting such emotions grip him during times like this but he goes forward none the less; gripping her firmly against the wall."I guess it doesn't really matter now does it…Marcys safe so I did what I could now…" He leans in and offers a gentle whisper as he slips the pocket knife into his hand and places it against her neck. "I'll give you one last favor…close your eyes Lace…and I'll make it quick"

Berns: Berns roused from his sleep from the commotion and stumbles into the room; confused but reads what's going on pretty quickly. Lacey's heart was pounding; frozen in place but when she catches eye of him she screams for him for help. In the blink of an eye; Berns lunges at Piers and gnashes his teeth deep into his right calf causing him to slash Lacey across the face as he jerks back and yells.

Piers: "FUCKING…BERNS DOWN" He didn't want to hurt Berns; he had nothing to do with this, he grips Berns' nose and squeezes his mouth open snatching him and throwing him into the bathroom and closing the door. Limping with his eyes wide he curses and slams his hand into the door. This wasn’t good he can’t stop making mistakes.

Lacey: She scrambles into the bedroom; her dad gave her his old hunting rifle for protection, that's all that was on her mind now. She shakily takes it out of the case and loads the ammo; the instructions her Dad gave her on how to use it repeating over and over and over in her mind.

Piers: Stumbles towards her limping badly from a torn leg he slams open her door. His voice laced with venom as he shouts. "LACEY"

Lacey: She panics and fires without aiming hitting Piers with a gut shot. She drops to her knees and scrambles backwards in complete silence; staring at the splatter of blood and viscera in front of her.

The neighbors had called the police hearing Berns having a fit minutes before; the sound of police sirens flood Piers' ears.

Piers: He gives Lacey a crooked grin; blood dripping from his nose and mouth. He was eviscerated; his organs poking through as he stumbled and crawled to his feet like a wounded animal. "You're a lucky one Lace…" he growled at her as he takes what's left of his energy and dashes into the woods. The snow is deep but his adrenaline pushes him further and further until his body gives out. A long blood trail behind him. He slumps up against a tree gripping his stomach frantically trying to pull himself together his face twisted in pain. "Fuck…fucking idiot fuck…really? This? This is…" He gives a pained laugh that quickly turns into a frantic yelp and falls silent. "The hell am I doing…"

A long; agonizing death, a gut shot isn't quick but he'd be dead before the cops ever caught up with him. Which was preferable to him at the time.

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

Eddie Redmayne: 'I'm on my way to the present'

His versatility and his acting skills make Eddie Redmayne one of the most sought-after stars of his generation. In an interview, the GQ Man of the Year 2022 talks about effort, success and love for his job. 

Eddie Redmayne is an Oscar winner, art historian, Hollywood star, fashion model, family man, true gentleman and "GQ Man of the Year 2022". The 40-year-old Briton's versatility is hard to grasp. He knows how to use this excellently for his career and his way of life. If you listen carefully, you can learn from Redmayne how to find yourself. 

By Ulf Pape

December 23, 2022

An excellent British gentleman

Eddie Redmayne also proves what an excellent British gentleman he is in a digital space like our zoom interview. Right at the beginning of the call, he remembers our last encounter a few years ago in London, a shoot for GQ. “It was in this incredible house. It was beautiful,” he says, beaming. 

The screen he's sitting across from you on is the same screen that showed him playing a serial killer yesterday. Eddie Redmayne has never been seen so dark in film. The Good Nurse tells the true story of male nurse Charles Cullen, who poisoned at least 29 patients in New Jersey between 1988 and 2002. As so often, Redmayne is hardly recognizable in the role of the supposedly caring caretaker. The range of his acting skills makes him the unpredictable on Hollywood's A-list. (Also read: These were the 2022 GQ Men of the Year Awards )

Redmayne went to college with Prince William 

The beautiful house Redmayne is talking about is in Fitzroy Square, a hidden square where personalities like the writer Virginia Woolf and the director Guy Ritchie lived. The townhouses on Fitzroy Square impress with their Georgian architecture typical of London.

Redmayne is well versed in the styles of bygone eras. He studied art history at Cambridge. Previously, he was at the famous Eton College with Prince William in the same year. He says he was so enthusiastic about the house when he was shooting because he was buying an old house from the 18th century at the time in order to extensively restore it. His family is growing. He and his wife now have two children – and the new house has been restored. 

There Redmayne is now sitting in front of an old, large lattice window with red velvet curtains. The window offers a view of a treetop and a weathered brick wall. It looks British and cosy. Doesn't he lose himself in the restoration as a studied art historian? "No, not at all," says Redmayne. “I approach renovation in a similar way to acting. You peel off one layer at a time to find out what the real core is. That's what I enjoyed so much about this house because it's steeped in history. My wife and I delved deeply into the era and tried to bring the building back to the roots of its time.”

 At that precise moment, our conversation is interrupted by the ringing of a bell, which really sounds like it's off the 18th century. It's Redmayne's daughter who wants to know something about her papa. 

"I'm on my way to the present"

The room Redmayne is sitting in could easily be the office of Newt Scamander, the wizard Redmayne plays in the Harry Potter spin-off Fantastic Beasts. He laughs at the question of sharing the house with Scamander. "Yes, it's a bit spooky here." He spent a long period of his career in the Middle Ages, playing 13th-century monks, Shakespeare's Richard II at the theatre, spent whole years in the Elizabethan era.

"At least I worked my way into the early 20th century with Newt Scamander and into the 60s with 'The Trial of the Chicago 7'. With 'The Good Nurse' I finally arrived in the early 2000s. I'm on my way to the present. All I need now is contemporary drama.” 

In all likelihood, however, Newt Scamander will be with him for quite some time. Since 2016, Redmayne has been the center of the blockbuster franchise, which has now brought in almost two billion euros with its three parts. Two more parts could come. With such a contract in your pocket, designed for almost ten years, you can not only plan a career in a relaxed manner, but your whole life. 

Eddie Redmayne on "The Good Nurse" 

Redmayne's involvement in "Fantastic Beasts" not only gives him security - a rare commodity for an actor. It also gives him the freedom to take on roles that stand out artistically, theatrically, and dramaturgically. Compared to all his historical roles, "The Good Nurse" was a total contrast in terms of costume alone. All he had to do was put on a shirt and a nursing tunic. 

The greatest contrast, however, is that Redmayne plays a deeply cruel human being for the first time. Has switching to the side of evil intimidated him? He says he didn't know the story of the murdering nurse. “As I read the script, I found him to be incredibly caring, gentle, and empathetic. Then, when you slowly learn how monstrous he really is, the story overwhelms you.” What fascinated him was not so much the cruelty that he had to portray, but rather the heroic story that lies in the material. It's the story of the nurse who discovered Charles Cullen, Amy Loughren. "I got to know her. She is an amazing woman. She was able to do as an individual what the health system couldn't. That fascinated me.Stephen King has been watching this Netflix series for weeks and you should too ) 

How Redmayne prepared for his role as a serial killer

Indeed, The Good Nurse comes at a time when the vulnerabilities of healthcare in a number of countries have been exposed by the pandemic. The financial pressure that privatized hospitals are under creates a system of insecurity in “The Good Nurse” – precisely where people are hoping for medical rescue, for healing. 

“The Good Nurse” was directed by the Dane Tobias Lindholm, who has already provided complex analyzes of our present with films such as “Die Kommune” or “A War”, for which he wrote the screenplay. A War was nominated for an Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film in 2016. "The Good Nurse" should also appear as a favorite in the coming season of the big award ceremonies, at least the acting performances of Jessica Chastain in the role of Amy Loughren and Redmayne's performance are pure Oscar material.

In preparation for the role, Redmayne dug deep into Charles Cullen's biography, sifted through whatever material was available, studied photographs, read psychological reports, unearthed other primary sources, even worked with a dance choreographer to create the Body language developed for the role. 

Redmayne on his eyes in "The Good Nurse"

Just what Redmayne conveys through his eyes in the role of Cullen could fill entire acting seminars. He himself calls Cullen's gaze a kind of dissociation between the caring nurse and the cold-blooded killer. Redmayne can talk at length about how he acquired the look. "It kept me from sleeping at night. Everyone who has met Cullen has told me that there was something wrong with his eyes.”

Redmayne says he tried to move his one eye detached from the other in front of the mirror. 

Training your own body to speak such complex languages ​​and letting them speak is what distinguishes Redmayne. His portrayal of the critically ill astrophysicist Stephen Hawking earned him an Oscar in 2015 at the age of just 33. A year later, the Academy also nominated him for an Academy Award for his title role in the film The Danish Girl, about transgender artist Lili Elbe who underwent gender reassignment surgery in the 1920s. 

Is the deep preparation of the roles Redmayne's secret of success? No, it is the security of being able to rely on yourself. "What I really love about acting is the research I do for a role and then scrap it. Nobody cares about your homework.”

Redmayne on ups and downs

What should also make his career so successful is his passion for theatre. Redmayne was eleven when he first took the stage in London's West End, for a tiny role in a major production of the musical Oliver!. It was directed by Sam Mendes, who later directed several Bond films.

Redmayne had exactly one sentence to say. But for this sentence, he says beaming today, he was allowed to leave the math class, leave his friends behind at school, take the tube alone across London to the Palladium Theater and step onto the stage. 

"Walking through the stage doors of the Palladium is like entering a fantasy world." What struck him at the time was the seriousness with which all the costume designers, wig makers and make-up artists worked together to create this fantasy world. Even then, he understood that he had discovered his passion here. “You can go through a lot of ups and downs in this industry, and you can lose your love for it. But when I was back on stage in London last year, the eleven-year-old in me was just as happy as I was back then.” It is at this point that Redmayne comes full circle that defines his ability: to follow his passion and generate self-confidence from it , which brings him to brilliant performances. Or just to be with yourself when you have all your knowledge, throws all his preparations upside down again and again. "At some point I'll be standing across from Jessica on the set and I've internalized all the preparations. But then I actually only react to my counterpart.”

What makes his success 

Redmayne comes from an upper-class family in London. The path into art is more of a special path there. His father Richard Redmayne can look back on a 50-year career in the Financial District. His brothers are also businessmen. Eddie stayed true to the theater even while attending the most prestigious schools in the country, worked part-time in a pub, shared an apartment with Jamie Dornan, graced campaigns for houses like Burberry as a model, and he spent more or less work-intensive phases in Los Angeles , in which he became friends with colleagues such as Andrew Garfield. If you look back on his unconventional career today, he has always been one thing: the unpredictable. 

Redmayne landed international roles in her early 20s, for example directing Robert De Niro in "The Good Shepherd" or alongside Cate Blanchett in "Elizabeth: The Golden Age". But the real breakthrough came with the worldwide hit "Les Misérables". Then came the big leading roles, the awards, theater and musical performances on Broadway or in London's West End - and of course the mammoth role of Newt Scamander. To this day, he regularly appears on theater stages. "Which also means a physical exertion, working six nights a week, not losing your voice, not touching alcohol, not being able to put the kids to bed." When asked about his busy work, he laughs and says: " I'm happy that I give the impression that I work so much". 

With the subway through New York

Even if the slender Brit with the red hair is so keen on that Redmayne is sometimes flown in by helicopter to appointments, even in London he mostly travels by tube. Since he already talked about encounters with fans in the underground train in our first interview, we are talking about it again today. Of course, he says, he still takes the tube, otherwise you wouldn't get anywhere in London. 

When he lived in an apartment in New York City with his wife and children for the filming of "The Good Nurse" last year, didn't he also take the subway there? "Yes, of course! I love the subway in New York. We were there at the time when life was just getting back to normal after winter lockdown. I was sitting in the crowded train with my son on my lap, who was three years old. When I looked away for a moment, he was licking the steamed up windows.” 

Redmayne bursts out laughing. "Oh god, really? Have we been taking every possible precaution for months now to have you lick the windows here? But no, of course everything was okay.”

On the pitfalls of a “cosmetic life”

Redmayne has some thoughts on the subject of locomotion. "I think sometimes with all that work comes a lot of appointments that you get picked up for, you get driven around, you end up in incredible places... And it can all become a kind of cosmetic life." 

If you're not in control of it keep, says Redmayne, it can quickly feel like living for others. It's not real anymore. "That's why I ride the subway. Because then I see how the world is connected. Namely through the people … The people that I see there.” 

But maybe that's why Eddie Redmayne likes to use public transport so much because he'll be eleven again, on his way to the Palladium in the West End for his first appearance on a theater stage.

Photographer: Pierre-Ange Carlotti of Phenomena

Grooming: Petra Sellge

Production: North Six. With thanks to The Savoy Hotel www.thesavoylondon.com

*Translated by Google.

You can find all the pictures from the photo shoot in the GQ Germany here

[dragongirlmesilune]

Stealing Fire

(I wrote this for my friend @ibrithir-was-here it's based on their Endless Heirs AU, plus the recent 'The Sandman Universe: Nightmare Country' comics, which I feel would fit into their AU quite well, as it seems a certain golden eyed anthropomorphic personification is messing with their older brother YET AGAIN. Also, Daniel is about 18 in this.)

The last thing Madison Flynn remembered was her dead friend Kells snapping her neck on the orders of two murderous gimps, while said dead friend was being stabbed by a man with teeth for eyes who was apparently not only a serial killer, but also a dream, and now she was in some unending white void, probably dead, and her only remaining friend Robbie would probably be joining her momentarily.

She was pretty sure the situation could not get any weirder.

She was quickly proven wrong.

"Um... Excuse me? Madison Flynn?"

She whirled around at the sudden voice- and came face to face with a guy about her age.

Or, at least, it had the general shape of a guy about her age.

It- he, really, was white, unnaturally white. From his skin to his hair (which seemed to float about in defiance of gravity) to the robe he wore, everything about him was as white as a piece of paper. The only exceptions were the emerald that hung from a chain around his neck, and his eyes, which were black voids dotted with pinpricks of light.

Stars. Madison realized.

He has actual fuckin' STARS inside his fuckin' EYEBALLS.

The being seemed to notice her discomfort and took a step back, a slightly worried look on his face.

"You- you don't need to be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you..."

It took her a moment to find her voice. "Am... am I dead?"

"Unfortunately."

"Are you death?"

He snorts a bit at that. "No, I'm not Death, thats my auntie. I'm Daniel. Cori asked me to talk to you."

It took Madison a moment to realize who he was talking about. "The Corinthian?"

"Yeah. He kinda works for my Dad, and he asked him to save you. Except, Dad is a bit... intimidating, so he decided to let me do the talking instead."

"Who... Who exactly is your Dad? What exactly is he?" Madison had a feeling the answer was going to be something big.

Daniel smiled gently. "Dad has a lot of names. Lord Shaper, King of Stories, Kai'ckul, Onerios, The Sandman... the name he uses most often is Morpheus, but his true one is Dream of the Endless. As for what he is... well, I think of him as a very polite Lovecraftian eldrich horror- insanely powerful, but you can't perceive his true form because your mind would melt into goo."

"I... see." Madison said, even though she really didn't. "And what does that make you?"

"I'm... complicated." Daniel scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "You ever seen that movie Wolfwalkers, where the people's spirits become wolves while their bodies sleep? I'm kinda like that, except instead of a wolf, my spirit turns into... this." He gestured to himself.

Madison was silent for a moment, before she finally responded. "So which one of you is responsible for those bullshit dreams about my middle school bullies apologizing to me?!"

"Actually, neither of us is." Daniel said, his voice grave. "And that's a huge problem."

"What do you mean?"

He sighed. "Whenever a being dreams, they come to a place called the Dreaming. But when Dad examined your body, he discovered you hadn't been there since you were little. Somehow, something has taken your ability to enter the Dreaming and has been feeding you false dreams in its place. And this 'Smiling Man', this waking nightmare you keep seeing who looks a little like Cori? Neither Dad nor I made him, and we've literally made every dream and nightmare there is. And it isn't just you either. There have been at least fourteen other people who've seen the Smiling Man- and most of them have died horribly in the past six weeks. Cori wants to hunt it- and whoever is behind it- down, but he wants your help doing it. I'm probably going to be coming along too, just so he doesn't start eating eyeballs again. And before you ask, no I won't be looking like this, like I said before, I'm a human when I'm awake."

"So, my options are to help a serial killer and a demigod solve the mystery of my death or just like... fuck off to heaven or something?"

"Pretty much."

Madison thought about it. From what Daniel had said, someone had been messing with her head for a long time, and whoever had done it was not only responsible for her death, but the deaths of multiple other people and judging by the way they had torched her dormroom and butchered Kells, they didn't care about collateral damage.

She had every right to rest in peace... but she couldn't.

Not when innocent people were dying and she could do something to stop it.

She stuck out her hand. "I'm in."

"Great!" Daniel said, grabbing the offered appendage. "Now hold still, I've never made a once-living person a new body before, and I don't wanna mess up."

"Wait- 'New body'?!"

Everything went white.

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The door to Limbo opened, and the Prince of Dreams stepped through, into the bloodstained living room where his Dad, Matthew, and the Corinthian stood waiting amongst several sleeping humans.

"So?" Dream asked.

"How did it go?"

Daniel smiled. "See for yourself."

There was the sound of wings, and a raven came to land on the floor. Unlike Matthew, however, this bird had plumage as white as Daniels robes. The raven glared at Daniel with black eyes for a moment before opening its beak to speak in Madisons voice. "You could've said I was gonna come back as a bird!"

He shrugged. "Well I couldn't exactly bring you back in your old form could I? Walking around with a dead person tends to draw unwanted attention, and this way you can go between the Waking and the Dreaming without my help. Plus, now Matthew doesn't need to run himself ragged trying to keep an eye on both me and Dad."

"Well I still would've preferred a warning! And who's Matthew?"

"That'd be me."

Madison let out a squawk of fright as she laid eyes on the tall, eerie figure of Dream, swathed in night colored robes with flame-licked edges and with an omen of death perched on his shoulder.

No wonder he let Daniel do the talking.

"Madison, meet my Dad, Dream of the Endless, and his raven Matthew."

"Hi."

"Greetings, Miss Madison." Dream nodded before looking at his son.

"She is white, Daniel."

"Hey, it was my first time! And I think I did a pretty good job, all things considered."

"I was not criticizing your work, merely stating a fact."

"Uh, my Lord?" The Corinthian said.

"I don't mean to alarm you, but Agony and Ecstasy are gone."

Sure enough, despite Dream having put them to sleep, both murderous gimps had vanished without a trace.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Daniel shook his head in disbelief.

"Interesting..." Dream mused. "It would take a considerable amount of power to recall them without my notice."

"Narrows down the suspect list, I'd imagine."

"Indeed. I suggest we return to the Dreaming for now, to formulate a plan of action."

"Sounds like a plan to me Dad."

"W-Wait! What about Robbie?"

Dream shook his head. "I can do no more for him, unfortunately."

"If its any consolation, he'll probably think this was all a dream." Daniel said.

"Hes holding my dead body!"

"... mostly a dream."

"Enough. It is time we leave. I trust you will be right behind me, Daniel?"

"Of course Dad."

"Good." Dream pulled a worn leather pouch from within his robes and opening it. "Corinthian, Matthew, with me."

"Of course, my lord."

"Sure boss."

Sand began to swirl about the three like a tornado, engulfing them completely until it stilled, revealing an empty space where they had been moments before.

Madison just stared. "... wow. That was... something."

"You get used to it." Daniel said, tilting his head away from his left shoulder.

Madison let out a caw and flapped her wings, steering herself towards Daniels open shoulder. "It's funny."

"What?" The young demi-Endless asked as she settled herself.

"I just remembered an old story I heard about a white raven." She said as he pulled out his own pouch.

"Apparently Raven was originally white and had a beautiful voice, but when the gods took fire away from mankind, he flew up to the sun with a twig in his beak to bring it back. His feathers were charred black and his throat was half cooked, but he returned to earth a hero."

"Well then," Daniel smirked as the sand began to swirl around them.

"Let's go steal fire from the gods."

[forensicated]

04x37 - Duplicates

Claire moans about having to play the part of a missing young woman in a TV reenactment. June says she'd rather do that than have to stop passers-by to ask if they remember seeing Lisa Vickers getting into a white car two weeks ago. Claire is the closest in age and resemblance. "... and Reg Hollis hasn't got the legs." Claire has heard repeatedly from everyone involved how much she looks like Lisa and it's creeping her out. Her boyfriend, John, reckons it's spooky - looking like her and wearing the clothes she wore.

Jim complains that he knows more about Lisa than he does most of the women he's dated. "When we find her you should ask her out." Mike drawls. Jim isn't so optimistic. She's been missing two weeks so, like Claire, he reckons she's dead. Her cards and bank accounts haven't been used, her passport is at home and everyone spoken to says how happy she was and that she had no known reason to disappear.

Ted is unimpressed to enter CID and find Jim at his desk. He asks if he got his message and Jim is lost until Mike cuts in. "Oh yeah, Jim? Ted wants to see you as soon as you get in."

Claire moans that the skirt she's been given is too long and makes her bum look big. She reckons she looks frumpy. June tells her she looks nothing of the sort. Her mood isn't improved when she sees the shoes. Red high heels! "I'll never walk in them!"

Ted has found a copy of a film that hasn't been released in the UK yet. Someone's knocking out copies and they need to find who. They literally bump into Claire on the way out. "Tasty, very tasty!"

Ted has further to add as he and Jim get outside. "Women who wear red shoes don't wear knickers!"

Tom thinks the television reconstruction using their officers is going over the top. Alec claims that the press got hold of it and have made it into a big thing. "You know, a pretty woman goes missing, a mysterious man in a white car, what are the police doing about it?" "What are the police doing about it?" Tom asks. "Same as usual. Paperwork." Alec admits that Thames Valley thinks that they might have had a similar situation the year before so it could be a serial abductor or killer on their hands.

Ted suspects the man who is knocking out copyright videos is getting them from the States. He's called Barry Churchill and it's only a little operation but it's got the big picture houses up in arms. It's only when Jim takes a bite of his sausage roll and reacts to the heat, that Ted remembers to tell him that it's hot. I wonder if it was Ted/Jim or Tony/Mark there cos they cut away very quickly. 🤣

Uniform arrive at the street for the reconstruction and set up with signs and cones. Alec goes and speaks to the press and lets them know they'll be starting within the next 10 minutes. Dashers has been nominated to give a few words to the camera.

Ted knocks on the last known address for Churchill and asks to speak to Barry Churchill. The man who answers claims he hasn't heard of him and tries to shut the door. Jim spots the mop that he's holding appears to be dripping blood so sticks his foot in the doorway before the man can lock it up and they storm in after getting it open. The man claims they need a warrant but Ted points out they don't when there's blood all over the floor and they look around. Eric Bentley, insists Barry Churchill moved on several weeks ago and sublet the warehouse. He claims his business is 'this and that' before settling on Entertainment. On the floor is a square that has been duct taped with a large smear of blood in the middle of it. "Entertainment. Really?"

A couple of young lads keep asking Pete if they can be on TV. Pete asks why they're not at school and one says they've been to the doctors and they have what's known as the Ferris Bueller Syndrome. "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once and a while you could miss it."

Mike tells Claire this could be her big break and she could be the new Juliet Bravo as he helps her out the back of the police van. He starts to preen when he hears that the TV people want a few words to camera. "... Claire, is this tie alright? I've got another one in the car...?"

Ted checks over the blood smear and finds a tooth in it. He works out quickly that it's bare-knuckle fighting and that one poor sod took a proper hammering for all of fifty quid. Jim searches the rest of the room and shouts urgently for Ted. He's found the victim who is barely alive. He's been left unconscious for 11 hours. Bentley insists a doctor looked at him and said he'd be fine. "He'll come round, they always do!" Ted tells him he's got him for at least 2 charges and Bently adds a 3rd - attempting to bribe a policeman.

Claire recreates the walk of the missing woman with the press, the public, her colleagues and the woman's parents watching her. The girl's parents marvel at the likeness between Claire and Lisa.

At the same time, Claire's uniform colleagues are asking passersby if they saw anything the day the woman went missing. Unfortunately, no one has seen anything that they're telling the police about.

Jim has found Churchill's new address on a letter that Bentley was due to forward so they go to visit him whilst Uniform takes Bentley to the station and an ambulance collects the battered boxer.

Jim watches as a man, Stapleton, unloads a van outside of a shop. It's Churchill's van and there's a failing to appear against him so Ted asks Mike to join them. Mike refuses as he's currently talking to the press about the missing woman so Ted and Jim move in any way with Ted waiting outside initially in case anyone does a runner. He puts in another call to Mike. "If you're not down here in 2 minutes, I'll hang you up by your O Levels!"

The reconstruction appears to have pulled no leads for the police but there's hope for when it's on the television. Lisa's parents thank Claire and tell her the worst part is not knowing what has happened to Lisa.

Jim tells Ted that there are approximately 3 men in the shop, one is Stapleton, one is Churchill and he thinks there's another in the back. Churchill asks if he can help them. Jim subtly tries to ask about the latest releases then tells him his mate saw the new Eddie Murphy film that has just come out in America the other night and said it was good. Churchill claims it sounds like he got a pirate copy so Jim asks if he got it off him cos he is a member of the club and gives the name Tim Stapleton when asked. Churchill claims not to know him and Jim says it's the man he's sent out the back to make a cup of tea. Churchill realises he's police and they struggle with Ted telling him that he's nicked and handing over the warrant to search. Ted continues into the back and finds men watching illegal releases. When they realise Ted is police they leg it. Mike tries to help but they climb over his car. Luckily Robin is near and he helps to nick him.

Claire tells June that she's pretty sure that Lisa's dead and seeing her parents made it even harder to think that because they were so nice. "Victim's families often are." June says, trying to comfort her. In the station Claire pulls off the shoes with relief, claiming they've threatened her ability to have children. "High heel shoes do that!" "Only if you use them as contraceptives!" June reasons before hurrying her along so they can go watch the news.

Jim asks Ted if he can take the video home and watch it. Ted refuses. "Why, Sarge?" "Because I wanna see it!"

The officers head to the recreation room to watch the news together with the boys making comments like. "It's like 2 cats fighting in a sack!" as they watch Claire walk onscreen in heels.

Jim and Alec tell Pete to shut up before everyone laughs and jeers at the next scene...

Pete gets excited when he appears on the screen. "Oh look, it's me!"

In CID, Mike takes the first call with information. Someone claims they've seen a white Ford GTI in the area at the time of Lisa's disappearance...

Area used for the reconstruction.

Video shop

Robin's Arrest