#this is something else entirely

[yanderes-galore]

So, I saw that you do Halo and could you do yandere Gravemind concept!? I'm REALLY curious about how he'd be as a yandere.

Not the weirdest thing I've written, but it also probably not be the last. The term "yandere" is used VERY loosely here.

"Yandere!" Gravemind Concept

(Or The Flood in general?)

Pairing: Dubious

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, OOC Flood (?), "Stalking", Parasites, Graphic descriptions, Death, Violence, Kidnapping, Assimilation, Forced "companionship" (?)

The Flood in Halo is a sentient parasite made out of the space dust of ancient creators/gods (Not Kidding).

It lives to infect and assimilate all organic matter.

It seeks knowledge from assimilated prey and the technology they make.

Having a force of nature such as this obsessed with you? Your fate is sealed.

This is obviously going to be OOC, but let me share some thoughts I've been brewing.

Imagine if the Gravemind could keep a dormant Flood spore in you to communicate or track you.

You can't integrate into society anymore... you're a beacon for The Flood.

Having some sort of "alliance" with The Flood is interesting.

It's possible, we see this in Halo 3.

The Flood Graveminds are the center of a Flood infestation, a hivemind of knowledge.

Who knows why this specific Gravemind is interested in you?

The Flood have their own motives... it's a surprise it hasn't assimilated you into its mass yet.

Having a Gravemind interested in you is the equivalent of just having The Flood after you.

Which is terrifying as Combat Forms are fast and can even learn how to utilize technology such as vehicles.

Plus, there's a good chance you're already infected to some degree.

Not to the point of a Combat Form though, you're still you.

You just have spores deep within you, assimilating you just enough to make you connected to the Gravemind.

It always knows where you are, it can always communicate with your mind as there's spores lodged in there too.

You're, unfortunately, a lost cause.

You're both marked for death, yet also extremely protected.

Those you care about as assimilated and absorbed into the hivemind known as The Flood.

Which only ever gives the Gravemind more knowledge to utilize when communicating with you.

It's terrifying to see the mass of essentially corpses talk to you in poetic rhymes about your life.

The Flood/Gravemind has proven it can choose who it works with.

This is shown with Master Chief and The Arbiter when they had to stop the Halo array.

As long as it is appeased, you can live a long while.

However, most of what you know his Flood bio-matter coating various ships and buildings.

Along with a disturbing stench that smells like both sweat and decay.

Flood forms of all sorts roam around you, but they never attack.

The Gravemind has designated you as an ally.

I imagine the Gravemind would subject you to intellectual conversation.

You either try to find a spot not covered in organic matter to sit and listen... or the Gravemind just dangles you in the air by a tendril.

The intentions of The Flood is set to dubious, as you can't tell why it likes you so much.

All other sentient life is to be assimilated, being food and fodder for the growing infestation.

But you? The Gravemind keeps you around the chat.

It reminds you of the grip it has on you, that there's no escape for you... even if they send a Spartan.

Yet right afterwards the Gravemind offers strangely philosophical conversation.

The mass learns from you through conversation.

The Flood craves knowledge, so it listens eagerly.

Honestly, if someone tried to take you out of the Flood Den the Gravemind created, its defense mechanism is to first send as much Flood as it can to retrieve you.

If it cannot reclaim you... it activates the dormant spores in your body... quickly assimilating you into its network.

Essentially, if it can't keep you, no one can.

Except it will eventually get you in the end... forever part of its hivemind structure.

Safe to say the concept of The Flood being attached to you... is probably one of the most terrifying ideas... and the worst for you out of all the characters I've written.

[fangswbenefits]

There's just something so cathartic for me when it comes to writing from Astarion's POV. The parallels are hard to miss at times. That's why he feels so familiar.

I get inside his head only to find myself looking in the mirror. But I can find a way to handle it with him. Through him. He's a vessel for all the things I vow myself to be able to deal with one day. He's safe and easy to navigate around. He's the representation of something that hurts but causes no harm.

There's undeniable comfort and safety in what feels familiar, so I am naturally drawn to his mind. To how he works. To what fleshes him out as a character.

What an amazing character to explore in all his paths and forms.

[kg-clark-inthedark]

For @dhkinktober2024 Week 2 - Fighting/Wrestling (and added in one of the extra themes, Choking)

Relationship: Corvo Attano/Daud

Words: 4,723

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Summary:

It's been 2 years since Corvo’s world fell apart. His wound has yet to close, mirrored by that which he carved into Dunwall itself. But despite all the bloodshed, the assassin who started it all was spared his wrath. Daud has been haunted by that fateful decision ever since, so one rainy night he waits in the dark for Corvo, content to accept whatever punishment comes his way as long as he gets to ask why. Little does he know, that’s the last question Corvo wants to hear.

(In which Corvo gives Daud the angriest handjob of all time.)

Excerpt: (below the cut)

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” I dismiss, as if I would even have one to offer if I were willing. Daud frowns, fervor glinting in his eyes against what tiny slivers of streetlamp light find their way to us from the main roads.

“Please." His pleading catches me off guard. Why does this matter so much to him? "I need to know. Why was I spared your punishment?”

“Is that what you want from me? Punishment?” I rebuke. I’m not expecting the way Daud’s face drops in stunned silence. He looks horrified, as though I’ve uncovered a grave secret. I add, “Don’t tell me you’re here out of guilt.”

I can’t stand the look he’s giving me. I need him to be a villain. I need him to remain the cold-eyed monster he was that day. Instead I’m faced only with sympathy wrought in the shadows of his repugnant face.

“Attano, I’m sor-”

Daud is interrupted by the shock of my fist’s blow into his mouth. I hit him as hard as I can and it rings through the rest of his body, his head snapping back unnaturally at the impact. So rarely do I engage in hand to hand, usually opting to stealthily go straight for the kill, I’d almost forgotten how good this feels. Daud staggers back a step or two and wipes his lips, a bright line of blood staining the side of his leather glove.

“I didn’t come here to fight you, bodyguard,” Daud drawls in his gravelly tone. Yet his hands say otherwise as he raises his arms to a defensive stance, fists at the level of his head. Good.

[thisonelikesaliens]

...should i try to translate the 520 special with Qian and Yuan babysitting their niece posted by the writer/producer of the show?

[future-dregs]

Sister Daniel got me actin unwise like holy shit that horn flick? The eye makeup? Did things to me as man

(Oh! Not my own video by the by)

[whimsicalanatoly]

I don't "love" him. We are enemies actually

[lorileopard]

Remind me to talk about the Five Guys ketchup later when I'm not driving

[miniaturecatmentality]

guys I just found the greatest video on the internet

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

hero/villain showdown but one of them has a spontaneous medical emergency and the battle gets put on hold while their archnemesis drives them to Urgent Care

[colaghost]

One of my favorite little details in Deadpool and Wolverine was when Logan asks Wade, “Have you been checked for ADHD?” because it shows that Logan knows the signs, PROBABLY, from teaching all the mutant kids at Xavier’s and I just think that’s really sweet.

[pangur-and-grim]

[frauleinandry]

Prosecutor’s office AA1 vs AA6

[akanemnon]

Clearly the correct answer

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Putting the Gravity Falls characters into the Trolls universe just because I can

[pavo--ocellus]

you ever think about how kaeya is everything crepus wanted diluc to be.

this makes me soooo sick bc imagine being diluc. your entire childhood you strived to make your father proud and rise to his expectations and you DO, you get a vision at 10, become a cavalry captain at 14 (we should talk about that actually, what in the child soldier—) and everything is great. but then your dad dies and your entire world falls apart in just one day and you leave everything you know behind on a pointless quest for revenge. you come back years later and everything is the same but so, so different.

and then there's your little brother. undoubtedly capable, but never truly showing what he can do. he's cunning and strategic and always five steps ahead of everyone else, but timid, usually letting you or jean do the talking. he prefers sticking to the shadows (your shadow, specifically—), working behind the scenes. that's how you remember him.

but you come back and there he is. a stranger wearing your best friends face (not your best friend, not anymore, not after—). he's still the same, capable and cunning and smart and strategic, still working behind the scenes, but he's so, so different. gone are the gentle, shy smiles, the timid personality, the preference for sticking to somebody's shadow (there's no shadow to hide in, anymore—).

instead, he's outgoing and confident and there's a near-constant cocky smirk on his face and you don't know who you're looking at. to the people, he's the beloved cavalry captain. the acting grand masters right-hand man, a talented swordsman and vision-wielder. the "top candidate for grandson-in-law" if the word on the street is to be believed. he's reliable and witty and kind, always offering aid when he can. he doesn't look down on anyone, friendly even towards the most unusual visitors.

the model knight, one could say.

he walks into your tavern one night, orders his usual (a death after noon, your father's favourite, of all things, is he joking) and you watch as he chats up the most random people there. all charming smiles and suave words and you have to blink a few times as he absentmindedly twirls his wine glass. your mind is playing tricks on you, you know it, they have zero similarities in physical appearance, but for a second you could swear—

he looks just like your father.

(there's this little girl that follows him around sometimes. well. really, he's following her around, with the way she always runs ahead. she's energetic and chatty and you can't help but notice the pyro vision shining from her backpack (mocking you—) as kaeya looks at her with pure, unfathomable fondness, like she's the only thing that matters in the world.

the first time you hear her calling for his attention, you pause, for just a second. you've seen them around enough to be familiar with the duo, but that. that's a first. an excited voice sounds from somewhere over your shoulder, "big brother kaeya! look, look!" and you take a moment before glancing over. the little girl is crouching on the sidewalk, pointing at something on the ground and staring up at keaya with big, curious eyes. kaeya's there, leaning over her with a gentle smile and a soft, soft look in his eyes—. you turn away.

you can't quite catch kaeya's response, with him having a lot more control over his volume than an enthusiastic child, but his quiet chuckle and following, affectionate tone still register in your mind.

"looks like he's a model older brother, too.")