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hanjisick · 2 years

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yandere skz reaction .. you have a nightmare

warning. this is not how i portray the members of stray kids or how you should either. this is purely for entertainment purposes.

trigger for stalking, murder, written gore, gets a little graphic at minhos part?

a/n some of these might not be as obviously yandere </3 i wrote this late at night too so please forgive me!! i’ll fix it in the morning probably lol. **and the reader is gender neutral!

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bang chan

the sound of your heavy breathing soothed chan, your chest rising and falling as he held you tightly in his arms. chan had a hard time falling asleep at night, even by your side with no work to be done. his chin would rest on the top of your head as he let himself sink deeper and deeper into his thoughts.

he was zoned out, wide awake with his hands absentmindedly playing with the drawstrings of your hoodie— well, his hoodie, with you in it.

underneath him, you began to stir. immediately paused his actions, holding his breath in fear that he disturbed your sleep. watching you closely, he noticed the way your face contorted into a look of fear.

“baby?” chan whispered with a groggy voice as you dug your face into his chest.

his hands stroked through your hair, finally realizing what had been happening. chan knew that you needed reassurance.

“it was all a dream, love. you’re safe with me in my arms.”

the sound of his voice mixed with his heartbeat against your ear distracted you from the images in your mind. you listened to his words, knowing that he meant everything that he told you.

“i won’t let anything happen to you, ever. i’ll always protect you more than anything in the world, understand?”

lee minho

nightmares were inevitable when your boyfriend was lee minho. you had seen things that no human should ever witness, things that would make the average person faint or at the very least throw up. but over time, your brain began to get used to the twisted reality you lived in, and you stopped being so affected by it.

but these images always had a tendency to creep into your dreams, the place that your walls weren’t quite built up enough to stomach the images of what you’d normally see even in reality. torn limbs, eyeballs, blood, the faces of the dead people you once knew. even so, you were able to stay silent next to your boyfriend’s sleeping body, taking in deep breathes and learning to calm yourself down.

but tonight the dreams were worse than usual, causing you to shoot up in bed, hyperventilating at the images in your brain that you were exposed to.

you felt warm arms wrap around you, minho’s chin resting on your shoulder, “nightmare?”

nodding, you let out a shaky breath and leaned into him, letting him tug you back into his grasp, “do you want to talk about it?”

“no, just lay with me please.” and he did exactly that, not allowing himself to drift back into sleep until you were resting peacefully, watching your face closely to make sure that you didn’t have another unpleasant dream.

seo changbin

“changbin?“ you called out, the room suddenly feeling much more cold than it did when you feel asleep.

panic rose in your voice when he didn’t respond, yelling out again. after the third time, your cheeks were stained with tears, almost convinced the nightmare was true.

you began to let out quiet sobs, calling out his name as loud as possible in a last hope.

it didn’t take long at all for your boyfriend to burst through the door, only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist as he heaved. you could tell he had jumped out of the shower at your first call.

“did something happen? are you alright?” he ran towards the bed, water dripping from his hair.

“i had a nightmare,” your voice shook, “and you died.”

his mind had been racing with so many possibilities that he couldn’t help but be a little relieved at what had actually happened, giving you a soft smile.

leaning down to kiss your forehead, he excused himself briefly to properly dress himself.

once he was back he gathered you into his arms and reassured you.

“i’m just fine, darling. nothing is going to happen to me. i’ll always be right here with you.”

hwang hyunjin

hyunjin wouldn’t even think about waking up in the middle of the night for anyone in the world. nothing is more important than his pillow and the warm bed— except for you.

when you were with him, he was always on high alert, ready to help you with anything you could possibly ever need, even when he was resting.

so when you shook him awake, it only took a few good seconds for him to meet your glossy eyes.

“i had a nightmare.”

without any further words, hyunjin gently pushed your face into his neck and tugged the blanket up to both of your shoulders. a hand found it’s way to your scalp, playing with your hair.

you let out a relaxed sigh as his hand dragged down to your back, drawing light shapes on top of your thin t shirt.

hyunjin wouldn’t be able to sleep until your breathing became heavier once again, letting him know that you were peacefully dreaming once again.

he let his hand fall onto the mattress, kissing the side of your head as a silent reminder that he loved you more than anything in the world.

you would always be safe with him.

han jisung

jisung had gotten into a sticky situation. it was the middle of the night, perhaps early into the morning at this point, and he had snuck into the room through your bedroom window. it wasn’t a new thing for jisung to watch you sleep, laying beside you with his hands loosely wrapped around your waist as to not wake you up.

what was new though, was the whimpers falling from your lips as you tossed around, obviously in the midst of a nightmare. jisung had never been more unsure of what to do. should he wake you up and comfort you or would that make things worse? should he let you continue to dream?

he couldn’t bare the look of fear on your face, but if he woke you up, perhaps you’d be even more frightened. jisung settled for gently pulling you a little closer to his body, hoping that he could relieve your distress even a little bit.

to his surprise, your arms wrapped around him, perhaps subconsciously, and your breathing eventually became steady once again.

as a wave of relief washed over him, he couldn’t help but feel a bit proud that he had helped you calm down. and the feeling of your arms around him was nothing short of euphoric.

“i love you,” he whispered into the air, lightly kissing the top of your head.

lee felix

felix let himself into your apartment using the spare key that you gave him access to. it was late at night and you would be fast asleep in your bedroom, but he still turned on the kitchen light, running the water at the kitchen sink in hopes to scrub off the blood under his nails.

you believed that at times he would just get clingy and sneak in. you thought it was adorable. but that wasn’t exactly the case. felix had a habit of wanting to cuddle after spilling blood for you, almost as a reward for himself.

recently you had complained about a coworker. they had been the reason that you cried every day before work. naturally, felix decided to take care of her for you. so he cleaned the blood off of his hands and slowly opened the bedroom door, only to find you sniffling with your phone in hand.

“y/n? what happened?” you looked up in surprise, dropping your phone as he tackled you in a hug.

“i was just gonna text you,” your arms wrapped around him, head nuzzling into his shoulder and finding much needed comfort in his smell, “i had a bad nightmare about my coworker.”

felix’s jaw clenched, anger rising inside of him. to calm himself, he replayed the memory of ending her life. he wished that he could tell you all about it, but that was most definitely not what you wanted to hear.

instead, he rolled to your side and planted a kiss on your temple, “i’m here now. everything is okay.”

kim seungmin

you were fast asleep on his lap as he scrolled through his phone, doing his best to distract himself from waking you up since he knew that you needed the rest. but he couldn’t stop himself from looking down every few minutes to coo softly at your adorable resting face, snapping multiple pictures that you would have to beg him to delete later.

after a while, he noticed the way you began to lightly jolt, clinging to his sweater a little tighter than before.

“honey?” he whispered, placing his phone to the side and running his fingers up and down your tense arm.

his worry only grew when whimpers escaped your lips, wasting no time in lightly shaking you awake from your slumber.

it didn’t take long for you to burst into tears, setting his heart on fire. a part of him felt guilty for not waking you up sooner.

“you’re awake now, it’s okay,” he would cup your face in his hands, leaning down to place small pecks onto your lips. they traveled up to your nose, and then your cheeks.

in no time, you were giggling, seungmin’s favorite sound in the world.

your boyfriend was willing to go as far as possible in order to cheer you up once again. after all, your distress was his worst nightmare.

yang jeongin

you didn’t want to disturb jeongin’s sleep, so you reminisced back to the terrible dream, sniffling quietly at his side. you had dealt with nightmares alone before, so you tried to convince yourself that it was no big deal.

suddenly, he turned over and faced you, his voice filled with sleep, “what’s the matter?”

you couldn’t contain your tears anymore, letting them spill down your cheeks.

without a word, he sat up, gathering you into his arms to try and calm you down. he didn’t know how to comfort someone from a nightmare, so he hugged you tightly, “what can i do to help?”

there was a moment of silence before an idea hit you. “could you sing me a song, innie?”

his face grew red, thinking of all the reasons why he couldn’t sing for you. he had only just woken up. he wasn’t all that good. but when you pulled away to give him a small anticipating smile, he had to give in.

it didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep at the sound of his angelic voice, leaving him to feel quite awkward. what was he supposed to do now? should he keep singing? should he go back to sleep? eventually he decided on the latter, letting out a yawn as he fell to your side.

requested. masterlist. / @hanjisick

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thorns-and-rosewings · 2 months

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I think after some of the more recent episodes of TSAMS I am in need of updating some of the things in the Reaper King AU 💀. As I now have a few more ideas of what happens next. I guess this is the Part 8 of the AU then :)

I also now have a few VERY interesting ideas about some of the other characters in this AU and what is going on with them. Specifically Sun, Ruin and Eclipse.

Oh boy do I have some fun things here... But also some dark things.

TW: Same as before. Actually quite a bit of gore in this one... And some seriously disturbing imagery.

-Slight change to the lore of this AU, Ruin DID create Reaper Killcode... HOWEVER... this is not Ruin faking being cured, this is Ruin being cured and making a MASSIVELY BAD DECISION...

-He created Reaper KC to play the villain... So HE could defeat him and play the hero... He created Reaper with a weak spot. Essentially a hole in his chest that would have been how Ruin planned to defeat this new enemy.

-...his actions were driven by loneliness and his desire to to really become a part of the Celestial Family.

-Unfortunately the second Reaper Killcode took Stitchwraiths core and added it into the hole in his chest, it actually upgraded his body and made him into the insane threat he's become... As the core upgrades came as KC was literally it's 'Perfect Host'

-Moon discovered Ruins part in KCs revival and ran him out of the Pizzaplex in a fury.

-In spite of him having brought KC back, he was not responsible for Eclipse's revival... Or at least he's not aware of it if he is. He did kinda blackout on some alcohol and he apparently does weird things when he's drunk, soooo that's kinda up in the air at the moment.

...now to the present...

-Sun and Moon opt to go see what is up with a huge mountain range suddenly just appearing outside of the city. They stop by the ranger station and meet Harper... Who is surprised as hell at the sight of two more sentient robots. Still, she treats them politely. Tells them about the park... And the legends of how the forest is a hotbed for Cryptids. With the most feared being the 'Reaper King.'

-She also says yes, she is aware that something is weird and she's realizing she might not be in the same universe she was a few days ago...

-Honestly... Not the weirdest thing she's experienced with this job. And she wants them to be careful as this forest is notorious for its disappearances.

-She's dating and having 'Smoochy Time' with the alpha cryptid in this area. She's pretty familiar with weird... But Moon and Sun don't know that...

-Sun and Moon kinda brush the cryptid thing off and just opt to explore this place a little together. Neither are taking this very seriously as they walk deeper in.

-Things seem semi-normal... At least until they pass through one particular clearing and something catches Moons eye and he ventures off the trail to get a better look at this thing. It looks like a ghastly old tree... Only carved into it are frightening images, particularly of what looks like some strange demonic faces... Hanging from the trees are bones and the truck is slathered in blood.

-He and Sun are VERY unnerved...

-Even moreso when a herd of deer suddenly rush through the clearing... But one deer is being pursued closely by what looks like two wolves and there's something already on its back holding onto its neck... One of the creatures trips it up and the deer goes down. The animal making agonized screams as the creatures tear into it... Until finally it goes silent.

-The thing on the deers back stands it's about the height of a young boy, showing grey skin and semi-glowing eyes. And blood staining its mouth and dribbling down it's chin, while one of the pursuers stands... Showing it to look like a child version of the Wolfman, also just as bloody from the ordeal.

-They grin at each other then pet the actual wolf that was with them before looking back into the forest from where the deer heard had initially run from.

Vamp: Brothers! How was that?

Lycan: We brought it down! It's a good size! With seven points on its antlers!

-Moon and Sun are crouching down near the tree watching this scene in horror. As everything proceeds to get MUCH worse when from just beyond the treeline another figure approaches the boys and the wolf... A figure that both of the animatronics had hoped they would never see again...

...Bloodmoon...

-He approaches the group, a strange blue ball of fire floating near him as he walked, and the wolf immediately rushed up to him... Showing that it's head bore a sickening deformity, like it nearly had two heads but it never got far enough and was just a conjoined skull. But to the shock of the secret onlookers, Bloodmoon greets the animal with pets as it licks the maniacs face... That shock easily quadrupled as the Blood Twins looked to the dead deer and then brought both of his hands up and rubbed both of the boys heads.

Bloodmoon: Not a bad kill... You got this one without my help. Next time you will have to take it down without HunterKiller helping.

Vamp: Did we did ok?

Bloodmoon: You did great! It is dead after all! Very dead! (Bloodmoon puts an arm around each of the boys as they look down at the deer... And his disgusting tongue comes out and licks across his sharp teeth) And now my little brothers... We FEAST!

-Bloodmoon, the boys and the wolf immediately begin to tear into the deers carcass... The sounds... The wet sounds of the ripping and tearing of the deers flesh. The loud crunching as Bloodmoon bit into bones in order to get at the marrow... And then the boys eagerly requesting him to bite other bones, as they were unable to get marrow themselves due to their teeth and jaws not being as strong... And so much blood just splattering everywhere...

-Moon regains himself first, reaching down to get a grip on Suns shoulder... And pulling him up, but only just slightly. As not to alert the freaks just a short ways away from them.

-They need to leave... Now!

-Sun is just locked up in horror at what he just watched but he yielded to being pulled back by Moon... They both turned to creep back the way they came-

-Only to stare at the sight of a young girl made of blue flames, holding one of the deers antlers in her hand and a piece of twine. Clearly staring at the brothers in shock.

...But Sun sees something different...

...for a moment he can see the little girl as she was before she mutated into a Wisp...

-This sight triggered something in Sun, the part of his coding that sought to protect children... and before Moon could stop him, Sun grabbed the little girl up and just starts booking it as fast as possible. His intent only being to get this child away from danger...

-Wisp, understandably, starts screaming

-Its a blood chilling, eerie sound that seems to carry in all directions without losing any volume. Immediately getting Bloodmoon and the others to freeze. All of their faces thoroughly soaked in blood and gore. Bloodmoon looks around, only to spot Moon and Sun... With Sun holding his little sister and dragging her away.

Bloodmoon: WISP!!!! Let go of our baby sister!!!

-They abandon their meal and started to chase Sun and Moon. The boys, Lycan and Vamp starting to make calls, strange whooping calls into the woods as they are just... Tearing after Sun and Moon

-Wisp is struggling amidst Suns grip and crying, while Moon is just screaming at Sun to drop her. But then the little girl ignites! She badly burns Suns arms and hands. Escaping Suns grip and rushing back to Bloodmoon and the others... Actually she plowed into Bloody so hard he actually fell backwards... Buying some time for Moon to pull up Sun and start partially dragging him away.

-Sun regains himself enough to just be running alongside his brother... And he makes the fatal mistake...

Sun: I think we lost them!

-A MASSIVE Wendigo-esqe creature explodes from the nearby trees, running on all fours it lowers its head that is adorned with huge pronged antlers and rams into both Sun and Moon. Sending them cascading down a steep hill

-After hitting the ground, Moon groaned in pain but managed to get to his knees pretty quickly. Only to realize they were now outside one of the Ranger cabins near the entrance of this park... He got a brief flicker of hope for a moment, thinking they might be able to escape if they booked it from here.

-That tiny moment of hope was dashed when the Wendigo creature leapt off the hill and landed only a short ways away from them. It's skeletal head lowered and blazing eyes locked completely on the brothers...

-Out of nowhere, chains seemed to snake out from amidst the foliage and ensnared both of the Celestial animatronics. Pulling them backwards until they were slammed against a tree and further wrapped up in the chains.

-From off to the side an eerie floating spectre was revealed to be the source of the chains... A young girl, probably in her mid-teenage years became visible. Wearing a raggedy dress and a hooded shawl, the chains seemingly coming out from the shawl...

-And within a few seconds, the vampire and werewolf children... Along with Bloodmoon and the mutant wolf. The little girl made of blue fire, Wisp, was in the form of a tiny ball of flame and positioned on the top of Bloodmoons head...

Wendigo: So... What happened? It's not every day you guys let out calls for all of us to get involved in one of your hunts.

Bloodmoon: We'll tell you later, but for right now... (He turns his hateful gaze straight at the bound forms of Sun and Moon... Particularly Sun) We have an old score to settle...

(That's it for this part, I promise to get the next part up soon but this was already going on for too long at this point...)

#tsams #tsams au #the sun and moon show #fnaf #fnaf au #dca au #dca #sun and moon show #tsams bloodmoon #sams bloodtwins #sams bloodmoon #Reaper King AU #Finally decided to write some more for this au #tsams eclipse #fnaf sun and moon eclipse #tsams sun #tsams moon #sams sun #sams moon

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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hi, i absolutely love your writing! can you do “visiting a haunted house” with jake lockley? thank you love <3

nsjsbsjshsj thank you so much 🥺

Prompt: List 1, 2) Visiting a haunted house

Rating/Warnings: M, themes of gore/violence, disturbing images(?), mentions of corpses/skeletons, fake blood, being chased by a dude with a chainsaw, none of its real but still, it’s a haunted house okay (written by someone who’s never been to a haunted house btw), fluff, Jake pretends to be tough but he’s söft

“I don’t really see the point of this, princesa,” Jake grumbled from the driver’s seat, letting his cigarette hang out the window. “It’s childish.”

You scoffed. “Yeah. Big macho Jake going to a haunted house, how horrible.”

“Yes. It is horrible. Thank you for understanding.” Jake went to start the car, but you stopped him with a firm hand on his knee. He slumped back into the seat with defeat. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” You said, as stern as you could muster. “Just because you’ve never been to a haunted house before doesn’t mean you can’t ever go.”

Jake sighed, exasperated. “I’m thirty-seven, Y/N. How many thirty-seven-year-olds do you know that visit haunted houses?”

One of your eyebrows popped up. “Quite a few, actually. It’s also considered a couple’s activity.” After a few beats of silence, you reached across and took his hand in yours. “I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to, Jake. Promise. Just—“

“It’s a Halloween thing,” Jake finished for you, “You’ve done it every year for the last several years. This is your first time with me and it’s supposed to be special.” He shot you a lopsided grin. “See? I pay attention, hermosa.”

“I know you do,” You leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. “So? We doing this?”

Jake heaved a sigh before unbuckling with a roll of his eyes, trying to stifle his grin at your excited, beaming smile. “Thank you, Jake!” You leaned across the divider again to pepper kisses all over his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

That broke his stoic resolve, and he melted into your touch before returning the chaste kisses with some of his own. You hopped out of the car with an eager giggle, hurrying around as Jake got out so that you could link your arms together.

It was a short walk to the ticket booth, and then you were ushered inside. Dark, stuffy, and filled with strings that felt suspiciously like cobwebs, it was unsettling. Screams, seemingly distant, echoed from hidden speakers and gave the impression of being surrounded by killers just around the corner. You clung to Jake nervously, every little sound making you jump. Jake was more wary, careful, but not prone to being petrified by the sound of a skittering mouse like you were.

At least... he hoped it was a mouse...

It wasn’t long before you’d lost your way in the nearly pitch-black hallways lined with plastic skeletons and robotic corpses that would lunge when you least expected it. Not even Jake was sure where you were, now. He took solace in the fact that this was a controlled environment, and even if it weren’t, he was certain he could protect you if he summoned the suit.

It was only a matter of time before you ran into somebody.

Jake was unimpressed. It was a guy in a plastic Jason mask with clothes covered in splattered fake blood, and a chainsaw that clearly had no blade. It was entirely fake— but you squeaked in terror and latched onto him as if your life was seriously at stake, so it was completely worth it.

The guy started the chainsaw and rushed toward you with a truly unhinged yell that was covering some kind of laugh as you took off running, dragging Jake along with you. For the sake of it, he kept up with you, even sped up and pulled you along behind him. Why not play along? You were having fun, squealing and giggling; and the thrill of the chase was getting to him, too. Someone catching the Midnight Vigilante in an overdone costume with a fake chainsaw? Un-fucking-likely.

Jake went faster, trying to remember the way out. “Fuck?! Where the fuck?!”

“This way!” You took him down a hallway neither of you had been before, but at least it was an exit. The chainsaw guy was actually pretty fast, although it was difficult to run while laughing so hard. Was he laughing? Fuck, yours just must be that contagious. Even chainsaw guy was laughing.

The hallway narrowed until it hit a dead end, making you unleash something between a laugh and a scream. Jake shouted in alarm when he saw the chainsaw guy speeding up the hall towards you; Jake tried to put himself around you, but the hallway was too small. The chainsaw touched you and Jake’s legs before the guy stumbled back and shut it off, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. You were wheezing, and Jake couldn’t stop staring at you in awe. You were beautiful like this, when you were carefree...

“You guys were great!” Chainsaw guy said, hefting his fake weapon to rest on his shoulder. “C’mon, I’ll show you the way out!”

Back in the car, still breathless and giggling together, Jake managed, “That was fun.”

“See?!” You pulled him in for a hug by his collar. “I told you!”

Jake had made a new pact. He’d never complain about doing anything ever again if he got to see you smile like that. No matter what it was that you wanted him to do, or how he felt about it... your laugh was priceless. “Yeah. You told me. I’ll listen next time.”

He pecked your lips lovingly and held one of your hands against him, relaxing as you traced patterns over the back of his with your fingertips. You sighed contentedly as he backed out of the parking spot. “Princesa?”

“Hm?”

“There any corn mazes around here?”

Your smile gave him butterflies.

Spookable September

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #spookable september #stormkobra 5 answers

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 7 months

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Since i know you LOVE the man...

What creepypastas (or internet horror) interests Medic? Give us all the details about how he interacts with that media hehe

Medic and Creepypastas!

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What a way to break up the absolute trauma this man has been going through on my blog.

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Spoilers for these Creepypastas, probably. The Russain Sleep Experiment, Eyeless Jack, Candle Cove, and SmileDog.exe

ALSO TWS: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, GORE, VIOLENCE, AND DEATH

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As for interacting with creepypastas, he's so medical with it. He's analyzing it from every angle. He can't actually understand the horror because most of the things that would scare us is just fascinating to Medic. Also, I think he once tried to enter the fandom and was horrified lmao.

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His first introduction to creepypasta was the Russian Sleep Experiment. (Is this anyone else's gateway drug? It was mine, lmao) He was probably looking up youtube videos of the most disturbing experiments for fun, or to see if he could attempt any of them, and then he saw that one fucking picture. Instant click. Even though he realized instantly that it was a work of fiction, he continued to watch the video, finding himself insanely interested in the story. Debating the logistics in his head and noting down the most interesting parts. Figures he could make a type of gas with chemicals designed to keep people awake, even make it better so no one goes batshit insane. Ultimately, he decided against it, as he couldn't risk the team ripping open their body's or their skin falling off in sheets. It'd be more effort than it's worth. Imagine the mess he'd have to clean up! He's only one man after all.

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Eyeless Jack confused him. Sure, it's a fictional story, but how could a person, fictional or otherwise, bot wake up during such an invasive procedure. Let alone not bleed out due to a general lack of surgery skills. Does understand the want to eat human organs. He's just a little curious, you know? So he can't blame a guy for eating peoples kidneys. Even though he figures that's not the best organ to eat due to its functions, buts that's neither here nor there. May or may not have asked the mercs to volunteer for a little test of sorts while they were sleeping. No one accepted his offer. But a few might be convinced by some sly offers of being pocketed for the next few fights, judging my the screaming coming from one of the mercs room.

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Candle Cove is an interesting thought experiment to him. He wonders through the entire story if it was simply a case of a shared memory, people thinking they remember something, or if the characters were just lying. He wanted to test this, figuring that a small bit of psychological trickery was okay. He wanted to see if people would latch onto the idea of Candle Cove being real. Subtly brings it up, not being too shocked when Scout is the first one to question if he ever saw the show, claiming it seemed familiar. Eventually, the others followed. Medic sat in the corner, watching them taking notes as they debated the finer details. Eventually, the other mercs noticed he wasn't adding to the conversation despite being the one to bring it up.

"Oh, ja, I lied it's not real. I just wanted to test a theory. Danke, for proving my theory, goodbye now." And he just leaves. The other mercs have a moment of being baffled and concerned at the fact that they had just made fake memories. Memories they actually believed. They hope Medic doesn't try this again.

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SmileDog.exe would honestly be Medic's pet if he was a real. But alas, he can only go off the story. He wonders if the image could really affect people in the way claimed. That image could strike someone so deeply that they find themselves seeing it all the time. He's a little ashamed to admit he stared at the photo for a good hour to see if it would appear in his dreams. He was disappointed to find it didn't. He finds it laughable that people wouldn't just share the picture of Smile Dog to save themselves from death. It seems like a simple solution. Even if it is prank mail, the second he starts seeing it everywhere, he'd forward the message. (He wouldn't, I think he'd actually rather die than ruin his reputation by sending chain emails, lmao)

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Sorry if this is more along the lines of "He wouldn't fucking do that!" Concidering Medic isn't doing a whole lot of testing on his teammates, and I know a lot of people think he would have just done them, but I think he values the consent and sometimes the mental and physical wellness of his teammates. Sure he'll put them in some pain for a surgury of two, but he'd never directly ignore them saying no to one of his experiments. At least I think so.

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Uh, I hope you like this! I actually haven't thought about creepypastas in a while 😭 I kinda miss that time in my life, but at the same time, it was so bad, lmao. Sorry it's not super long, and might not have been exactly what you were asking for, but I was super excited to write this and I'm super glad it's done!

Working through asks! Uh, the Mercs losing a close friend on the battlefield is next, then some other asks. I'm sorry for the long pauses in between!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #team fortress headcanons #tf2 hcs #tf2 medic

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ldrfanatic · 1 year

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Sweet Serial Killer Final Part

ONCE AGAIN, THIS IS THE FINAL PART TO SWEET SERIAL KILLER. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE FIRST FIVE PARTS, I STRONGLY RECCOMMEND THAT YOU DO.

NATIONAL ANTHEM

WARNINGS - YALL THIS IS THE FINAL PART AND IS INTENDED TO BE A SORT OF DOCUMENTARY LIKE REFLECTION OF THE READER AND JASON THAT WAS RELEASED AFTER THEY WERE PUT TO DEATH IN PRISON; DEATH PENTALTY MENTION; GORE; BLOOD; ATTEMPTED RAPE; KIDNAPPING

A/N - DO REMEMBER THAT WHILST THIS IS JASON TODD, HIS MIND IS SICK AND TWISTED. HIS OBSESSION IS ACTUALLY QUITE A TOXIC SITUATION, BE WARY

NAVIGATION

"This is a documentary following the reign of terror brought about by notorious Serial Killer Jason Todd, and his indoctrinated yet loyal lover, Y/n L/n. Warning, this film contains mature themes that young viewers may find disturbing."

An image of you staring out of the barred window of your cell flashes onto the screen. You're muttering a small phrase to yourself that's inaudible to the viewers. The fingers on your right hand are clutched tightly around a handwritten letter and your leg bounces impatiently.

The screen then flashes to Jason, who sits in a cell identical to yours. He's twirling a pencil between his fingers and reading To Kill A Mockingbird with a gentle smirk on his face. A pair of guards approach the cell with handcuffs and Jason leaves the book open on the cot with an singular underlined line.

"Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."

The handsome face of Bruce Wayne appears with the interviewer sitting off screen and attempting to gauge how Gotham's resident billionaire was feeling about what his adopted son and girlfriend had done.

"So, what can you tell us about Jason growing up?"

The screen flickers to a stoic Dick Grayson.

"Growing up, Jason was... intense. He'd always been just a little bit much y'know?"

When it flashes to Tim, he's sitting at his desk in Wayne Enterprises and doesn't even glance up at the camera.

"I don't know. Jason was a normal kid as far as I could tell. We really weren't that close."

Tim doesn't appear for the remainder of the documentary. It was clear that he was hiding something behind his light blue irises, but in any case, the film crew couldn't get time on his schedule to ask him any more questions.

"I adopted Jason when he was 12. I'd hoped to be able to love the darkness out of him. When he was kidnapped and pronounced dead, something shifted in him and he just wasn't really the same anymore. I guess that's where all of this started with him."

The voice of the FBI Agent who arrested the two of you appears over a fuzzy video of you and Jason waltzing through a hotel lobby. The dress you were wearing looked like it cost an arm and a leg even though the flickering static of the footage. There wasn't any sound but it was clear that you had your head thrown back in a laugh.

"The love story between Todd and L/n was incredibly unusual. You had this sweet, girl-next-door beauty who suddenly found herself the object of a damaged, yet devastatingly handsome man's affections."

Pictures filled the screen of police reports and evidence from way back when in the case. The bloody crime scenes, the hearts he'd mailed to you, the image of the street worker who's chest had been carved beyond belief.

"It's only predictable that, especially after the kidnapping, that this woman might find herself with one of the strongest cases of Stockholm Syndrome that the Bureau's ever seen."

Suddenly, Jason's face was shown. He was sitting behind a layer of plexiglass and guards were posted in every corner of the room.

"Jason, we've spoken to a few of your family members, but what was your relationship with Y/n like?"

Jason smiled boastfully and sat up a little straighter in his seat at the mention of your name.

"Y/n and I are so in love and she's the best wife I could have ever asked for. There's nothing more freeing than finding yourself in an unexpected romance. Nothing could ever come between us. Y/n, if you're watching this beautiful, I dream of you every night and I promise that when they finally kill me, I'll find you again. I will always be closer to you than your breath."

"After L/n's first kill, she and Todd left Star City, where she'd been at the time. A conversation with her previous employer and friend Roy Harper suggested that even those deepest in L/n and Todd's personal life had no idea what was going on behind closed doors. Todd and L/n are considered two of the deadliest people to have ever lived. The combined efforts of the pair's sex appeal and ingenuity made them the most elusive of criminals."

An image of you smelling a rose was next to take over the screen.

"So, Y/n, what was your relationship with Jason like?"

You chuckled gently and brushed a piece of hair from your face.

"Being with Jason was being as free as a mockingbird. A lot of people think that there was some sort of Stockholm Syndrome involved but, at least on my end there wasn't any. I pledged allegiance to him and after that, everything was easy."

"What was easy?"

"It's a love story of a new age on the six page. We were on a quick rampage. All of it. I mean the wining and dining, drinking and driving afterwards, excessive buying. Overdosing on drugs, love, dreams, and our anger. Somewhere the lines got blurred I'm sure and sometimes it was a little lonely, but I needed someone to hold me and he did it so well in his expensive hotels."

"You mentioned earlier, if you don't feel like it was Stockholm Syndrome, then what was it?"

"It was love."

The documentary cuts to a video of you and Jason at dinner. You were staring at each other across the table. He held your hands in the center of the table and it was clear that the two of you were in your own little world in the restaurant. Your voice appeared over the video as you talked about your first impressions of Jason.

"And I remember when I met him. It was so clear that he was the only one for me, and we both knew right away. As the years went on, things got more difficult, we were faced with more challenges. At first I begged him to leave me alone, to try to remember the friendship we had in the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew him. When he walked in the room, every woman's head turned and everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix, of a man who couldn't contain himself."

Your head tilted slightly and you paused.

"I always got the sense that he became, torn, between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I, understood him. And I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him."

"The relationship of Jason Todd and Y/n L/n was unique. She brought out the best in him in the worst way. Jason Todd was executed on Death Row on April 27th. Y/n was executed a short week afterwards thereby ending the couple's reign of terror."

"I love him."

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.:Survive the Tide:. (Eddie Munson x Reader) Ch 5

A/n: Time to tackle S4 part 2! We are straying far from the cannon, my friends. TW: gore, violence, disturbing Vecna visions

LINKS: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 _____________________________________________

Ch 5 .:Convergence:.

“No, no no no,” Eddie cradled your face in his hands, shaking you, trying to get you to show any sign that you could hear him. Your eyes were completely rolled into the back of your head, your body deathly still, and Eddie felt fear twist its knife into his gut as he remembered Chrissy, standing in the exact same spot that you were before she. . .

No.

He wasn't going to let that happen. Not this time. Not to you.

“Robin we need music, now!” Steve shouted through the gate, “and try to get in contact with Dustin and the rest of the kids, the radio's in your bag!”

“I'm on it!” she yelled back, already retrying the channels on the walkie talkie and rummaging through Eddie's tapes.

Amidst the commotion Nancy was the only one that caught the inky black vines slowly creeping towards you on the floor, and as one of them coiled around your ankle alarms rang out in her head. She reached out and grabbed your arm just as your body shot back towards the open door of the trailer, the vines trying to pull you outside.

“Shit!” Eddie cursed as he lurched forward with you, trying desperately to pull you back. Steve took your knife out from your jacket pocket, slashing at the vines around your legs, but it seemed like every one he cut through was replaced in an instant. Nancy could feel her footing slipping as the vines climbed higher and higher up your body, their hold on you growing stronger.

“(Y/n), please,” Nancy begged, “I know you're in there. Wake up!”

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'Wake up,' you mentally kicked yourself, 'none of this is real. . .'

You knew that, but every nerve in your body was telling you it was. This was your room. Every detail was laid out exactly as you knew it— the familiar feeling of your bed when you'd landed on it, the posters and photographs, even the plastered over hole in the drywall from when you'd thrown a fit in middle school. And then there was Billy, sitting on your bed across from you like he was still alive.

“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?” he grinned, but the expression felt off. It was hollow; not quite reaching his eyes.

Waves of conflicting emotion crashed against your psyche all at once. Confusion, grief, longing, betrayal, sadness, anger. There were so many things left unresolved between you that it made your head pound and your heart ache. But you had to force yourself to come back to reality.

“You're not real,” you said, fighting to keep your voice from shaking, “you. . . you're dead. I was just at the gate in Eddie's trailer, I'm not actually here. . .”

Billy's brow creased, his head slowly tilting to the side. His movements were deliberate. Calculated. Nothing at all like him. You were frozen in place as he approached you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. His hand was ice cold but you jerked away from his touch like you'd been burned. Fear shot up your spine, yelling at you to get the hell out of there.

“Don't touch me,” you said, stumbling slightly as you backed away from him.

“(Y/n),” the image of Billy tutted, snapping the red notebook in his hands shut and tossing it on your desk. He put out his cigarette on the wood next to it, his eyes flickering up to yours. “That's all you have to say? I gotta admit I expected more from you, sweetheart. After all. . . you let me die.”

You felt bile rise in your throat as red suddenly began to seep through his white tank top, blooming from the center of his chest. The fabric ripped open by itself as Billy slowly walked towards you, a hole in his torso growing and growing until you could see the other side of your room clean through him. Your vision blurred and you felt tears burn behind your eyes, spilling over and down your cheeks.

As he reached out for you again, your fight or flight response jolted through your body, making you move without thinking. You quickly grabbed the reading lamp from your desk, smashing it into the side of his head. You shoved him aside with all the force your could muster, running past him to your door. You should have noticed that something was wrong when you were able to swing it open when it had been locked before, but your brain was just telling you to run, overriding everything else in your mind.

You slammed the door behind you, about to take off down the stairs until you realized you were no longer in your house. You were in Eddie's trailer, standing in the middle of the living room. Your eyes darted up to the ceiling, looking for a way to escape, but the gate wasn't there.

'That's because this is all in your head,' you reminded yourself, the logic cutting through the noise in your brain for a split second, 'you have to fight this.'

But as soon as your eyes drifted down from the ceiling you cried out, Billy suddenly not a foot away from you. You turned to run but he was there again, seemingly in front of you no matter where you looked. His skin was gray and decomposed, eyes pure white and glassy. Blood stained his clothes and hair, and open sores ate away at his body, exposing the chords of muscle and bone beneath.

“You let me die. . .” he repeated, maggots falling from his mouth as he spoke and his voice distorted into a guttural growl.

Billy's face began to morph. His skin moved like liquid, melting and rearranging itself on his face. His hair darkened and uncurled to past his shoulders, his clothes flickered into different colors, and to your horror the final result was Eddie staring back at you, speaking in the same distorted voice.

“. . . and you replaced me without a second thought.”

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“Robin, where's that music?!” Steve yelled over his shoulder.

“I can't find a player anywhere!” Robin's voice echoed through the gate, “and Dustin isn't answering!”

Steve, Nancy, and Eddie were losing you fast; your body was now halfway out the door of Eddie's trailer, the vines pulling you down the steps and towards the forest.

“Then we need fire,” Nancy said, bracing herself against the door frame, “Anything flammable you've got!”

Eddie's eyes darted from you to his kitchen and back again, an idea forming in his head.

“Buckley, there's a bottle of tequila in the cabinet under the sink,” Eddie called out, his grip on your body slipping, “Throw it down here!”

He left your side for only a second to catch the liquor Robin tossed through the gate.

“Try Henderson again,” he told her quickly, “code fucking red!”

Robin nodded, disappearing to the radio while Eddie ran back outside to where Steve and Nancy had lost another three feet between you and the forest's edge.

Eddie's eyes traced the vines wrapped around you to a central mass of them near the trees, and he immediately set off towards it. He uncorked the bottle, pouring it over the vines until it was empty.

“Don't even think about it, you bastards!” he seethed, taking his lighter out of his pocket and a page from your book as he lit the alcohol and set the entire root system ablaze. He stumbled to the side to avoid the flames, and a screeching sound pierced his ears as the roots writhed and retracted, loosening their grip on you just enough for Steve and Nancy to pull you away.

Eddie rushed over to you, checking to see if you were responsive in any way, but you still were in a catatonic state, starting to tremble slightly.

“We need to get her out of here, now,” Nancy said, hooking your arm over her shoulder as she started to make her way back inside the trailer. Steve moved to help her, but Eddie was frozen as he caught a slither of movement in his peripheral vision.

“Wheeler, watch out!”

But his words of caution were a second too slow. A thick vine suddenly latched itself around Nancy's waist, flinging her across the room. Nancy hit the wall with a loud thud!, the back of her head smacking hard against the metal.

“Nancy!” Steve shouted as she slumped over. Before he could do anything, the vines coiled around him too, pulling him to the opposite side of the trailer and out of reach.

“Shit!” Eddie panicked, trying to force the door closed, but fresh vines emerged from outside, prying it open and nearly ripping it off its hinges. His eyes darted to you and he bolted to your side, barely catching your arm before he felt something wrap around his calf and he was pulled away. Eddie lost his grip on you, your body still standing in the middle of the room. He tried in vain to reach you as the vines wrapped around his legs and wrists, fastening him against the wall. He yelled out as he used every ounce of his strength to try and break free, but the vines only tightened around him.

It was then that they heard a horribly familiar shrill shriek cut through the air from outside, the chorus of growls and the flapping of wings confirming their fears. A group of five or so demobats swooped down from the sky, entering the trailer in a whirl of gray skin and fangs. Steve, Nancy, and Eddie prepared themselves for the inevitable bites, but they never came. Instead, the bats began to circle you, eventually wrapping their tails around your arms and torso.

“NO!” Eddie shouted, pulling at the vines as he realized what they were about to do, but he could only watch as the bats managed to lift your limp form a few feet off the ground, slowly dragging you out of the trailer and heading to the forest. He let out a guttural cry as he saw you disappear from his sight, doubling down on his efforts to break free. The vines tightened again in response, and he began to feel the circulation cutting off in his fingers and toes. He let out a gargled gasp as he felt one wrap around his neck, coiling up his windpipe.

“Eddie!” Steve grunted, looking around for something to get them out of this. Your knife on the floor was completely out of his reach. Nancy groaned and shifted on the ground, unable to get up. “Shit,” he cursed, gritting his teeth as he felt the vines squeezing at the fresh wounds on his abdomen, pain shooting through his body.

He refused to give up. There was no way they were losing you and going out like this, but this time it really did seem like there was nothing he could do.

Just as Eddie began to see dark spots dance in his vision, a crash rang out in the trailer as Robin came sliding down the rope through the gate, tumbling to the floor and ignoring the friction burns on her hands. She quickly picked up what she had dropped from her fall, which Steve realized was a can of hairspray. Robin gave it a few shakes before flicking her lighter on and placing it in front of the nozzle.

“This better work like it does in the movies,” she said, taking a step back as she unleashed a stream of flames on the vines closest to Eddie. The screeching from the vines was twice as loud as they were from the alcohol fire before, the continuous heat making them retreat from Eddie's throat and limbs, dropping him unceremoniously to the floor. He coughed out as fresh air entered his burning lungs, gasping as the oxygen flooded back to his brain.

Robin turned quickly, catching a few sneaking vines in her line of fire that were making their way towards her before doing the same to the ones trapping Steve. He winced as he fell to his knees, the pressure on his wounds finally letting up.

Robin turned her makeshift flamethrower to the vines littering the ceiling and floor, the heat rushing across her skin as she torched the rest of them for extra measure. Finally the vines' squeals and shrieks died out, their movements down to a few limp twitches here and there. She knew it wouldn't kill them off permanently, but they'd at least bought themselves some more time.

“They have her,” Eddie told Robin, his voice breaking as she helped pull him to his feet, “they took (Y/n).”

Nancy's head swam from her position on the floor, Eddie's words echoing in the back of her mind. You were gone? No. . . That couldn't be right. She slowly forced herself to stand, ignoring the throbbing of her brain against her skull as she held herself up.

“Nancy,” Steve said, limping over to her as he got his bearings, “Are you okay? Take it easy, alright?”

But his words flew right past her. Her eyes focused loosely on the open door of the trailer, and Steve seemed to realize what she planned on doing right as she sprang into action.

“Nancy, no!” Steve screamed after, but there was no stopping her. Nancy raced down the steps, barely stopping to turn over her shoulder and shout,

“Find a way to get music to her. Something loud!”

She kept running, bearing with the burning in her legs as she reached the end of the trailer park. Spotting a row of abandoned bikes leaning against the fence, she selected one at random and took off in your direction. There was only once place those bats could be taking you. Sure enough, she heard the screech of the demobats as she approached the main road that led all the way down to the Creel house. Nancy sped up her pedaling as she spotted you, keeping her eyes trained on your figure as she closed the distance between you. She refused to lose anyone today.

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The Eddie in front of you was not Eddie. He looked exactly like him, even wearing the clothes you had last seen him in right down to the new tears in his Hellfire shirt, but the malicious expression that took over his face was one of a stranger.

“That's all I am to you, right?” the copy said, approaching you, “A replacement. A filler to ease that guilt in your heart; to tell you Billy's death wasn't your fault when it was.”

You fought the sob in your chest as the thing in front of you took on Eddie's voice, replacing the distorted monotone from before.

“And that's not even the worst part,” Eddie's voice chuckled darkly.

“(Y/n). . .”

At the sound of the new voice you turned on impulse, your heart breaking as you saw Chrissy standing there in her cheer uniform, just like the last time you ever spoke.

“You actually thought I did it, didn't you?” Eddie's voice taunted you, the sound surrounding you, “When the police report first came out.”

In the blink of an eye Eddie was suddenly standing behind Chrissy, one hand at her neck, the other tightly grasping one of her wrists.

“(Y/n),” Chrissy whimpered, tears flowing down her cheeks, “Help me. . .”

A blood-curdling sound left Chrissy as Eddie snapped her wrist, and a scream tore through your throat as you squeezed your eyes shut hard.

'It's not real,' you told yourself, tears flowing down your face as you desperately tried to suppress the fear and panic flooding your body, 'You know what this is. Don't let him win. . .'

Your hands balled into fists at your side, wrangling your fear into submission. Billy would never make you feel guilty over his death, and Eddie would never blame you for your suspicions while you were grieving the death of a friend. He would never hurt anyone. You knew that. You knew them.

Suddenly, the room seemed to go cold, and you felt a new presence that made your stomach churn. There were no doubts as to who it was that was taunting you. Torturing you. Invading your mind. You forced yourself to release the breath trapped in your lungs before you slowly opened your eyes, facing him for the first time.

The second he came into focus in your vision, you had to fight not to cry out. To run. You'd heard him described by Max, but that was nothing compared to actually standing in front of him.

The aura emitting from him was oppressive— suffocating. He seemed to tower over you despite the distance between you, his form thin and gangly but terrifying none the less. His skin was desecrated, his entire face and body made up of what looked like gray scar tissue with thick chords of tendon exposed in his neck and chest. The planes of his face were hardened and fixed into a permanent scowl, his nose a carved out indentation in the middle of his monstrous visage.

The only thing that looked even vaguely human about him was his left eye, startlingly blue in contrast with his right which was almost entirely rotted out. Every subtle movement from him released a horrid squelching sound; you could hear his skin tearing and the joints of his bones scraping together as he walked. He radiated power. An ugly, purely evil power that made you sick just standing in it— breathing it in.

This was Vecna's true form.

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“This is a terrible idea,” Steve said frantically, following Eddie through his trailer.

“You got a better one, pretty boy?” Eddie huffed, throwing the tangled mess of guitar chords over his shoulder and shoving a pedal board into Steve's hands, “Even if Wheeler gets (Y/n)'s body back, Vecna will still have control over her mind. I'm not doubting her, but as far as we know no one's been able to snap out of that trance by themselves. Wheeler's right, she needs music. And this is the fastest way to get it to her.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Steve said incredulously, “Let's say somehow your incredibly stupid plan works and she can hear the song wherever she is. If the sound reaches her, it'll reach those bats too, and the rest will come straight for you.”

Eddie turned to face Steve, shooting him a tight grin as he grabbed the rope between the gates, his guitar already slung across his back.

“Then I guess you'll have to help cover me, won't you, Harrington?”

Steve and Robin looked at each other, an unspoken exchange between them. Robin tore open the kitchen drawer, pulling out a long, metal skewer and giving Steve an expectant look. Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers before looking back up at Eddie, decided.

“You got a bat somewhere?”

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You forced yourself to stand your ground, Vecna's one-eyed stare penetrating your soul. He simply stood there, showing no sign of making a move to kill you, which is the first thing you thought he would do. After all that he had the gall to do nothing. You furiously wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, your nails digging into the skin of your palms.

“What do you want with me?” you asked, your voice raw and tired and charged with anger, “I was never marked. The headaches, the visions, the clock, none of that. Why get inside my head?”

“Do not think you're so special,” he said, his voice layers of deep, frayed echoes that boomed through the space, “It could have been any one of your friends. You were simply the easiest to break.”

“Then why haven't you killed me already?” you said boldly, though your voice betrayed the intense fear you felt.

Vecna's chest rumbled in something almost like a chuckle as he tilted his head slowly to look at you.

“Peculiar, the human mind,” he said, “You don't think anything like other species. For example, spiders. They are intelligent. Opportunistic. Willing to kill their counter parts if it means their own survival. Humans are weak creatures. When one of their own is taken from them, the rest of their pathetic little pack will do anything to get them back, even if it means their own destruction. . .”

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“We're gonna die,” Robin said, clutching the barbecue skewer in her hands.

“We're not going to die,” Steve said firmly. He doubled knotted the last of the fabric strips they'd woven through the holes of the metal fence in front of Eddie's trailer, kerosene still dripping from the wet material.

“So how sure are we that the top of this isn't coming down?” Steve asked Eddie, gesturing to the metal awning above them, crudely fastened to the fence with loose wire and rope.

“Not very,” Eddie replied, shoving an aluminum bat into Steve's grip.

“Great,” Steve mumbled, “Maybe we are gonna die.”

The dark clouds above them swirled with the force of the wind, intermittent flashes of vermilion lightning occasionally cutting through the smog. They had about twelve by twelve feet of fenced off area to work with, and the smell of gasoline was strong in the air. Not the most ideal place for a concert, but it would have to do.

A momentary crack of feedback was heard as Eddie plugged in his guitar, cranking his amp as high as the volume would go. He snapped his guitar pick necklace off in one quick motion, feeling the familiar weight of it in his hands.

Music. . . a song that held meaning for you. . . something loud.

He took a deep breath, running through the tabs of the song in his mind one last time. With a click of the pedal at his feet the drum track kicked in, and Eddie looked to the sky, praying that you would hear and that he was playing it right.

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As Vecna's words sunk in so too did your stomach, horrid realization washing over you.

“You're using me as bait,” you said.

“The girl will come for you,” Vecna said simply, “Perhaps they all will, in a futile rescue attempt. And they will fall.”

El. . . the others. . . you would never let that happen. But you also knew that they would do anything to get you back, just like he said. Your eyes flickered around the room, looking for some way to escape, and Vecna grunted disapprovingly.

“It's no use,” he said, “your body is already within my grasp. . .”

A vision suddenly flashed behind your eyelids. You could see the road beneath you, but your feet weren't moving. The flapping of wings was loud in your ears, and something was approaching you from the road below. The blurry image sharpened for a fraction of a second to reveal someone on a bike. Was that Nancy? You gasped as the image disappeared, taken from you as quickly as it was given.

“. . . and your mind is weak,” Vecna finished.

He took a menacing step forward, seemingly crossing the length of the room in one step. The lights around you began to flicker vigorously, and as he raised his left hand your body suddenly stiffened, and you were unable to move.

“Until the time comes, it's time for you to sleep.”

You tried to cry out but realized you couldn't open your mouth. Every muscle in your body was under his control.

He raised one finger, your body slowly lifting off the ground to be eye-level with him.

“Do not worry,” he said lowly, “When you awaken, your friends will already be dead.”

Suddenly, something shook the room; a low rumbling sound. You thought you'd imagined it at first— a warbling note, just barely audible to you. But when you realized Vecna's brow had furrowed, you knew it wasn't your imagination. You focused on the sound, and the more you honed in on it the clearer it became, gradually taking the shape of something more concrete.

That's when you realized.

The sound was an electric guitar, its tone rich and vibrant. It was playing a song you knew, although rearranged— slightly faster, a slightly different feel. And although there was no one singing the lyrics, the guitar played the vocal melody of the words you already knew.

'Girl, you're the California breeze that sends me on my way. . .’

Billy's song for you.

And you knew the only person that could possibly be playing it was Eddie.

You couldn't help it; you laughed.

Your heart swelled in your chest; fresh tears prickled at your eyes, but you were smiling ear to ear. Your reaction seemed to give Vecna genuine pause. You just kept on laughing.

Your memories of Eddie came flooding in as the music grew louder: That very first day he'd tapped you on the shoulder from that tree, surprising you in the most delightful way with a conversation you never thought you'd have. Seeing the joy and passion in his eyes as you watched him play his show at the Hideout, and the way he looked at you afterwards that night in his trailer. How he always managed to make you laugh even when you were at your lowest. . .

“You're something else, (L/n),”

“What won you over? My roguish charm?”

“Besides, I can't die yet. I never got to see Labyrinth with you.”

“In my experience, if someone sacrifices his life for the rest of his party, he did it so that they could live theirs to the fullest potential. Jumping back into this shit head first, being as fearless as you are after everything you've seen. . . I think he'd be proud.”

A surge of power and determination rushed through your body, and before you knew what you were doing, you found yourself able to move again. You raised your legs, much to Vecna's surprise, kicking him square in the chest before you dropped to the floor with a yelp. It wasn't enough to do any actual damage, but the force of it combined with Vecna's shock that you had broken out of his control was enough to give you time, which is all you needed.

Without looking back you scrambled to your feet, ripping the door of the trailer open and slamming it shut behind you. The florescent light that you walked into blinded you momentarily. You winced, squinting as your eyes adjusted to the sudden change.

You could still hear Eddie's playing, but the music had become fainter again; the sound of it distant. If Max's experience was anything to go off of, you just had to follow it to the source.

As your vision finally cleared, you were met with a bright white room. One pair of large double doors seemed to be the only way in or out. As you looked around you noticed various children's toys and board games in different colors littered the tables and floor around you. And as you saw the multicolored stripe of paint following the angles of the walls, you realized what you had just walked into.

You were in the Rainbow Room.

It was exactly as El had described it when she recounted her past. But how were you there? These weren't your memories.

Cautiously, you pushed open the doors, and the music immediately became clearer in the hallway. You took off down it, rounding a corner before skidding to a stop at what you saw. There was someone standing in the next hall with their back facing you. They were wearing a form fitting white velcra suit, their head shaven. You approached them cautiously, and it dawned on you that this was the first person you'd encountered in this mind prison that didn't feel like Vecna underneath. Their presence was benign— familiar. If you didn't know any better, you might have even thought it was. . .

“El?”

And to your complete and utter shock, she turned around to face you, looking equally surprised.

“(Y/n)?”

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Nancy had nearly caught up with you on her bike, the bats picking up their pace as they headed down the main road. Nancy could hear the music from the trailer, and it seemed like you could too. Even as you remained unconscious, Nancy caught the slightest twitch of your hand as the sound of the guitar reached you. Whatever they were playing back there, it was working.

'Come on, (Y/n),' Nancy thought, 'You can fight this. Just hang on a little bit longer. . .'

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Eddie had never been so focused on playing a piece of music in his life. Usually when he was putting on a show, he was performing original songs he'd written and rehearsed time and time again with his band. The riffs and solos felt like second nature to him, but this was different. This was someone else's music. Someone other than him poured their heart and soul into this song, and although he still firmly held his belief that Billy Hargrove was an asshole, Eddie wanted to do it justice; for you if nothing else.

Every note he played, every chord, every click of the pedal beneath his feet felt like he was fighting for your life, and the thought only made him twice as determined even though he knew what was coming.

Steve heard them before he saw them; a hundred tiny screeches, overlapping and echoing each other. He watched them appear over the horizon like black static washing over the sky.

“Holy shit,” Robin said, her eyes trained on the swirling cloud of demobats headed straight for them.

“Get ready,” Eddie said, never pausing his playing for a second.

All three of them took an instinctive leap back as the bats crashed into the fence, their necks reaching through the gaps in the metal, talons clawing at the ropes above. The fence rattled wildly as the bats immediately tried to find a way inside.

“Light 'em up, Harrington!”

At Eddie's command Steve reached out with his lighter, igniting the kerosene strips woven into the fence. They watched the flames race across the surface, catching on each piece of fabric until they were faced with a wall of fire in front of them. The demobats squealed, spiraling away from the flames as it lapped at their wings and tails.

Some of them took off, but most of them tried to find a way around, going straight for the gaps between the awning roof and the fence. Robin jumped as one of them began clawing its way inside, half of its body already through the gap. She stabbed blindly with skewer in her hands, and she felt her gut twist at the resistance she felt as she ran it straight through, gray liquid spewing out.

Steve was facing the same problems on this side; as one of them made it fully through he swung his bat around, whacking it in the side before smashing it into the floor for good measure. Another managed to slip through at the same time, headed straight for Eddie.

Eddie's eyes widened as he ducked, covering the wonky note with a quick bend as Steve grabbed the demobat by the tail, swinging it in a wide arc and smashing it into the flaming fence.

Steve and Robin continued to fend off the stragglers that made their way past the wall, but as the fire began to die down the bats grew bolder, shaking the fence on its hinges in the ground and threatening to take it down altogether, and more and more demobats began to find a way past it.

At one point three of them managed to get through all at once. The first headed for the wires on the floor, and Eddie quickly stomped on it, kicking it into the side of his amp. Another flew straight at Robin, and she grunted as it dug its claws into her shoulder, knocking her back into the trailer as a second followed. Robin rolled to the side, smashing the first demobat into the corner of the kitchen counter. As she turned her attention to the second, she saw it had disappeared, or that's what she thought until she saw a flash of gray fly up towards the ceiling and through the portal to the real world.

“Shit!” Robin panted, “it just went through the gate.”

“What?!” Steve turned around, knocking another demobat off the fence with the handle of his bat.

“You stay here,” Robin said, “If that thing leaves the trailer in the real world it'll be loose on Hawkins.”

She didn't leave either of the boys any time to argue with her, throwing her weapon through the portal before grabbing onto the rope and climbing back up.

“Wait!” Steve called after her, but to no avail. “Damn it,” he cursed, hitting another one of the bats out of the sky. Five more came through, the fence weakening and the gap between the awning growing by the minute. Steve cried out as one of them clawed into his shoulder, and he forcibly backed up into the wall of the trailer, crushing it between the metal plating and his body.

The second one latched itself onto Eddie's arm, biting through the leather. He grit his teeth, tearing it off and ignoring the pain as he jammed it into the floor with the headstock of his guitar.

While they were fending them off, the other three demobats whizzed past them, and they caught sight of them heading up through the gate where Robin was alone.

Eddie swallowed hard, sparing a glance back at the rattling fence, the bats even more ravenous now that the fire was dying down.

“Harrington, get up there,” Eddie said.

“What?” Steve turned to him incredulously. “Buckley's outnumbered by herself. If you don't help her right now, she'll die.”

“If I leave you here alone then you will,” Steve argued.

The knowing look that Eddie leveled him with made Steve's stomach drop.

“No,” Steve said, “Absolutely not.”

But Eddie had already made up his mind.

“Let me do this, man,” he said, “Every year I tell myself it's the year I'm finally gonna do something great, but it never actually happens. Now it's my year. If this is the one meaningful thing I do— saving (Y/n)'s life. . . I'm okay with that.”

Steve stared at him wildly, his mind scrambling to find another way, but the more time he spent thinking about it, the longer Robin was in danger.

“Damn it, Eddie. Damn it!” Steve cursed, ending his battle with himself and turning towards the gate. Just before he reached the rope, Eddie called out over his shoulder.

“Steve?”

He turned to look at Eddie, taken aback at the first time he'd ever called him by his first name.

“. . . Take her to see Labyrinth for me.”

The words struck Steve hard in the chest; his jaw clenching as he shook his head.

“Take her yourself when you make it out of this alive,” he said, his voice rising over the sound of the bats, “Forget dying for her, Eddie. (Y/n) wouldn't want that. Fucking live for her, you maniac!”

Eddie stared back at him and managed a tight grin, nodding; even as they were both painfully aware of the probability of that happening.

Suddenly a scream tore through the air from above: Robin.

Eddie quickly jerked his head towards the gate at Steve.

“Go!”

Eddie watched Steve frantically climb up the rope and disappear through the gate. He took a deep breath, pausing his playing only to slam the door of his trailer shut, turning back to the wall of bats in front of him. The fence was creaking, turning in on itself, the last flames from the fire slowly flickering out.

He was scared. God, he was fucking terrified. He always said there was no shame in running, but if running now meant that you would die, there wasn't a bone in his body that would let him do that. He stared down the hoard of bats, hearing the groan of creaking metal as they began to pry the fence from the ground. Eddie's eyes never left them as he shifted his hands up the neck of the guitar, coming up on Billy's solo.

'(Y/n). . . this is for you.'

He closed his eyes as he strummed down at full force, a screeching high note singing out into the Upside Down as the fence came toppling over.

Chapter 6 coming soon!

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bear-boi-5 · 4 months

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Reborn

Note, the following image may be disturbing in one way or another to some since it is a space rabbit brought back from the dead

It is traditional art so it doesn't have any actual blood or gore, I just wanted to warn you just in case

So Russ used to have a pet space bunny called Nugget

In the normal AU, Nugget passed away naturally so it didn't impact Russ forever.

In the Criminal AU however, Nugget was killed intentionally by his siblings. Russ loved Nugget, and being in an environment where you're treated like a dog doing tricks for your owner and constantly forgotten, Nugget was like the light at the end of the tunnel. When Russ found him dead, that was the thing that finally broke him.

He came up with an insane plan to revive Nugget. This plan took over 2 years to finally work. He made use of his mechanical engineering knowledge and pieces of human to bring him back.

Nugget is extremely aggressive towards anyone other than Russ, but he does seem to tolerate the rest of the gang, sometimes nipping at them if they annoy him too much, which, you don't want to be bit by a zombie rabbit.

#au #pikmin #pikmin 4 #pikmin fanart #russ pikmin #criminal au #tw: disturbing imagery #tw: animal death

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unohanabbygirl · 6 months

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This is a Q for your HIPS x FMN universe I’ve been following in your asks. Could you give us insight on what things would be like in the present day if that night at Storm’s End Luke had died from Aemond assaulting him? The reason people know is because there was a witness (very faithful to the Seven) who brought Luke’s body back to Deagonstone and reported what happened? Luke was already dead when they came upon what Aemond was doing to him and was too terrified to move any earlier. I’d imagine things would be ten times worse in both the past and in the present with the reincarnated characters. Would the r*pe be much less romanticized in history/art because a) there’s no Osferth and b) how you mentioned rut madness causes alphas to keep assaulting the omegas even after their deaths? How would the family dynamics be now that Aemond is not only a r*pist but a murdering necrophiliac? Is Alicent still a staunch supporter with Helaena also giving her loyalty? Does Aemond become a recluse because other reincarnated people who lived during his time keep attacking him? Is he still obsessed with art of him and Luke or did the blacks murder him the moment he was discovered? How much worse is Luke’s process of remembering now that his years of Osferth aren’t there to dull the trauma of being sexually assaulted to death? Sorry if this is extremely dark!

Look here, we love dark asks around here babe so no apologies are needed. My stories and their lore aren’t exactly for the faint of heart to begin with so this isn’t a problem at all. I welcome it really.

This scenario is something i’ve imagined but never given much thought to considering how drastic the change in dynamics in both past and future would be had Luke actually died that day. To start off, Aemond’s assault on Luke wouldn’t be romanticized as it is in our normal FMN X HIPS canon timeline. (if only by extremely niche dark artists who most of society actively shuns rather than propping them and their works on a pedestal because it’s just that disturbing)

The reason Lucemond is so romanticized in so many forms of media is because of Osferth’s existence and nothing more. Yes, the idea of forbidden lust being too much for Aemond’s rut madden mind to ignore is a driving force but it’s not nearly the bulk of it.

Osferth was the sweet omega son of two prince’s with a dark history. Born out of the cruelest most deprived act someone could commit. He has Aemond’s face yet was blessed with Luke’s dark hair and chocolate eyes. A kind boy who wouldn’t hurt a fly, innocence in its purest form. The child who clung onto his mother when forced to present themselves to a court full of shocked nobles meant to humiliate them. The fact that something so pure could come of something so horrible is what makes Luke and Aemond’a story so appealing to most people, even if the appeal is problematic and quite disgusting. Them being forever connected to each other by a child drives people to create and lust over their story. So when you take Osferth’s existence out of the equation and leave Luke lifeless with a barely recognizable body in a strangers arms, that appeal is lost. Left with only a sickening image of gore. No forbidden want or aching bloodlust which led to a sweet child being created and hidden from the world, but unfiltered grief.

This ending is so much more violent which is a little impressive seeing as the situation was already so disturbing. It’s not only cruel and repulsive but physically nauseating to imagine as when an omega is killed during an assault it’s usually because the alpha has broken bones, ripped out hair, and crushed spines. Leaving their victims unrecognizable to their loved ones. Rhaenyra would’ve had to smell her son’s corpse to find out if this body is truly her Luke because everything’s just….battered meat. Has to hold his blue hand in her own just to make sure.

This would leave any parent traumatized, so much so that vengeance for Luke fell on Daemon and Corlys shoulders while Jace was away because Rhaenyra is a shell of the woman she once was after being forced to see that. Frozen and unmoving. Lost in her head.

It changes the green family dynamics a great deal as well. While Alicent still supports him (we must remember that Aemond is to Alicent what Luke is to Nyra. She’s never leaving his side no matter what he’s done.) She can barely stand to look at him. It’s one thing for Luke to have hidden away with baby Osferth for 14+ years because Alicent can just chalk it up to Luke seducing him only to run away in shame. But the undeniable fact that Aemond raped Luke until his body was mush fucks her head up. Luke’s face haunts her at night.

Alicent loves her son more than life and can’t find it in herself to hate him, but the thought of even touching him makes her sick. Causing him to grow up receiving little to no physical touch or conversation with her unless they’re in an argument.

Helaena is the same in a way but instead of giving her support, chooses to walk away from their family as a whole. She knows what Omegas look like after a normal alpha attacks them (she herself had been left in terrible condition plenty of times after Aegon’s assaults and he’s only a beta) so just imagining what was left of her nephew after Aemond raped him is too much to handle. She loves him and sends her love through texts and the odd picture of her and the children every once in a while, but she can’t find it in herself to stand by him. For her Osferth was that cushion to soften Aemond’s actions. Like, yea he raped their nephew but from it came such a nice boy. This route leaves her with nothing to soften that blow and it hurts like hell.

When it comes to common folk who’ve been reincarnated, Aemond deals with them every once in a while and it’s not easy. They’re aggressive which is understandable. Pissed off and overall disgusted which is something he’s been dealing with since the act happened. Because this version of Aemond doesn’t have his mother’s constant coddling to assure him he’s in the right, Aemond usually accepts the verbal and physical abuse. He lacks confidence and his ego is dust. The art created of the act isn’t beautiful or mesmerizing, it’s horrid and brutal. Luke isn’t depicted as the beauty he was, but a broken bloody shell of what used to be a boy.

Aemond looks at these pieces often though there aren’t nearly as many and the art isn’t praised nor hung in museums for the public to see. He spends time searching not because he’s obsessed with the beauty but because he’s punishing himself.

Luke remembering is a tricky process because Osferth is meant to be his piece of the past that helps ring in the memories of a happy life with his son. Now that Osferth doesn’t exist getting Luke to remember depends solely on Aemond as his most defining moment in both life and death involve him. Normally, just spending extended periods of time with his son would slowly bring the memories in because becoming a mother shaped the rest of his life. Taming him away means Aemond is that person.

#asks

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best-underrated-anime · 6 months

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[Test Poll] Format #1

This is to test what format would be best for the poll posts during the tournament. The media featured are Chinese BL novels (danmei), and propagandas are from my stack of old reviews so they may be quite long. No trailers, so I’m putting images as placeholders for where the trailer should go. Just vote as if this were actually part of the tournament, then later I’ll gather some feedback. You may also leave feedback in the replies of this post.

Group A Round 1: #A1 vs #A2

#A1: Man picks up fish, keeps it as pet, but then it turns into a merman

Summary:

Follows the story of Rand Sievers, the younger brother of the CEO of Deep White, the leading company for biological advancements. Rand was once kidnapped as a child, and when his brother Vincent finally found him years later, he no longer remembered anything.

One day, Rand picked up a stranded “fish” from the beach, kept it as a pet, and gave it the name “Munster.” Little did he know that he was actually raising a biological weapon… a real monster.

#A2: Mushroom turns into a man, goes after another man to retrieve his “child”

Summary:

The story follows An Zhe, a sentient mushroom, after he takes over the body of the dead human An Ze. Assuming An Ze’s identity, he enters the northern human base in search of his spore, which had been harvested by humans. All people entering this base first have to undergo a screening that determines whether or not they have been infected by the mutated creatures outside. If found infected, the person will be eliminated on the spot.

An Zhe isn’t human, but he isn’t infected either. The judge Lu Feng cannot determine his case, but he highly doubts that the man is human. Hence, even after An Zhe is granted entry, he still keeps a close eye on him.

Propagandas, visuals/trailers, and poll under the cut!

#A1: Man picks up fish, keeps it as pet, but then it turns into a merman

Trigger Warnings: Gore, cannibalism, violence, rape*, kidnapping, blood

*rape happens, but the perpetrator was drugged and did it out of his control

Propaganda:

The novel starts out slow and, dare I say, fluffy. It introduces Rand as naïve and oblivious, just happily raising his ugly little fish. Even when said fish begins exhibiting anomalous behavior, Rand has merely chalked it up to it being extremely weird.

Meanwhile, his overprotective brother, Vincent, is secretly engaging in a dubious biological project. Rand has been kept ignorant about it for his safety, but some things are just beyond their control.

When Rand picks up Munster from the beach, he inevitably gets himself signed up to the chaos surrounding Vincent. Mysteries arise and distorted truths unwind, and these are all gonna forcefully unearth the traumas of the past that Rand has forgotten. Like opening Pandora’s box, all hell breaks loose, and never before have I read a danmei novel more hell-like than Mermaid Effect.

The novel would forcibly configure stomach-churning images in my mind. With vivid descriptions of violence and claustrophobic portrayals of the characters’ struggles, one should have high tolerance for disturbing content in order to fully enjoy this amazing thriller. I didn’t think I could handle extreme gore and cannibalism before, but this novel really forced me to raise my limits

Throughout the story, it asks the question on what it is that truly makes a monster. Some characters seem friendly and kind, but inside, their hearts are full of darkness. And then there are those who you’d think were villains, but underneath all the scary exterior, were actually just misunderstood. This novel then explores the answer to the question by bringing out the worst in its characters, showing how every single one of them is a bit of a monster inside, blurring the lines between “monster” and “human.” In the end, all that remains is the essence of the person, who they truly are in spite of the skins they wear.

But at its very core, this is actually a heartwarming story. It’s a story of love and of family, and of healing and second chances.

How Rand develops from staying ignorant to being brave enough to face his past was really commendable. And this was all possible with the help of Munster, who, oddly enough, was at the very bottom of Pandora’s box. Munster gave Rand the push and support he needed to rip off his scars and fix what had been broken.

#A2: Mushroom turns into a man, goes after another man to retrieve his “child”

Trigger warnings: …It’s been so long since I read this, so I can’t remember

Propaganda:

It’s unlike those danmei zombie stories where the apocalypse seems like it’s all fun and games. There is no group of friends forming teams and going on missions. No treasure hunting, no power-ups, and no strengthening of the fort. In this novel, the “enemy” is not just another adventure; the enemy is a powerful and overwhelming force that can swallow one unawares, and no one can run away from it.

So many of the characters die, and most of the time, their deaths are not even meaningful. The author kills them off like they’re swatting away flies, and you can’t complain that it’s bad writing either because it’s a f**king apocalypse. People are supposed to die.

But either way, the sudden meaningless deaths still wouldn’t be bad writing. The deaths significantly contribute to the tense atmosphere of the whole story. The author setting up the great inevitability of death paints a vivid picture of what the characters are going against, which is important because the Boss enemy has no physical form. The characters can’t fight it head-on like with a zombie.

And amidst all this hopelessness, our main character An Zhe shines like sunshine in the rain. He is the one thing that saves this story from further sinking into the abyss. His character is not exactly sunny and all-smiles, but he has a certain charm that comforts the people around him, and the readers as well. He is the embodiment of hope in this novel, and I couldn’t have asked for a more fitting main character.

Overall, the story highlights the beauty of hope and human will—how humans, in the face of calamity, will struggle and resist. Some may give in, but there will always be those who will continue to fight. This is an apocalypse story that one shouldn’t miss, and I absolutely recommend it to everyone.

#poll test #mermaid effect #人鱼效应 #little mushroom #小蘑菇 #danmei #miyamiwu.src

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prairiedeath · 6 months

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Threads was brilliant, and fucking horrifying btw

This is going to be a spoiler review, so proceed with discretion

For those unaware, Threads was a BBC tv film from 1984 about cold war tensions rising to the level of nuclear war, from the perspective of british civilians. As far as I know, when it came out it wasn’t very popular, but with time critics now have nothing but praise for it. What’s so disturbing about it is how grounded it is in reality; it wasn’t just put together by a hollywood director looking to make money off of an apocalyptic action horror. It was made by people who know what they’re talking about, who fully intended to warn the world about the horrors that would come from nuclear war. There is no sensationalizing or romanticizing of war in the movie, there’s no heroic macho-male soldier protagonist or objectified love interest. There are subplots about the relationships and personal lives of the civilians, but they’re all rendered all but meaningless in the face of nuclear annihilation. It’s about as “unbiased” as it could have been considering where and when it was made. it’s just a deeply, unsettlingly realistic answer to the question, “what would nuclear war, the aftermath, and the events leading up to it look like from the prospective of everyday people?” The occasional words from a narrator and those eerie ass dead-silent text cards that pop up between scenes to let the audience know which event you’re at in the timeline make it feel more like a documentary than a horror film. There isn’t much of a soundtrack at all after a certain point. You’re left with mostly empty, windy ambience, occasionally interrupted by explosions, crying, screaming in pain or in anger and this deep, disturbing trilling sound, scenes of charred corpses, bloodied people who remain in shock, burning and ruined buildings, dead pets, people trying to pick up the pieces and find their loved ones. It’s gorier than I would ever expect from a TV movie of the time; and it’s realistic gore. There’s no way that whoever worked on the gore researched slasher films rather than actual explicit footage of war-zones, because that’s exactly what it looks like. It shows the ensuing chaos of public unrest in response to the inevitable government mishandling of the crisis, even the brutality that the remaining British authority would inflict on the angry, desperate surviving masses who demand food, water and medical care. It lists, and shows in scary detail at times, the epidemics that would result from the squalor of living conditions post-nuclear war: typhoid, cholera, dysentery. At times it flashes black and white, film photography-style images on the screen for a few seconds of the destruction and the bodies. It horrifically depicts the power grab and the executions that the british authority would carry out. It shows the mass animal death from nuclear radiation, the utter lack of safe food anywhere. It shows the horror of pregnancy and birth in a nuclear wasteland, and just how terrible the winters would be: mass hypothermia which leads to death, especially in children and the elderly. The ending is…. Devastating. The film really doesn’t get anything wrong in terms of the execution of it. I love the directing of it, how almost the entire way through it’s filmed as if it’s a documentary rather than a fiction film. While I ultimately think it’s good that it was on cable and thus more accessible to the public, It’s criminal to me that this was just a TV movie and that it wasn’t also in theaters. Going to have to jump on the bandwagon and give it 5/5 ⭐️

#threads #horror

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atla-recluse · 3 months

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About That One Moment in "Another Five More Short Graybles":

Content warning: A few references to abuse and abuser-victim dynamics, plus some images/artwork that some may find very disturbing or triggering.

Conclusion:

I truly believe that this moment, and maybe more-so what likely happens after it, are the moment that solidified Lemongrab 1's complete shift into tyranny and unlimited cruelty. When I say that, I'm not just talking about the toy and his anger over it. It's not and was never (just) about the toy (seriously, this dude could and would have snapped over anything).

It's about OG LG's increasingly intense need for control over everyone and everything and his ever-growing layer of extreme rage over...stuff from the past...that is always there. Taking is a bit further, it's actually about how LG viewed himself and his impulsive/compulsive behavior at that point.

Background:

So, a lot of people seemed to have thought/still think that LG is lacking in self-awareness, but I think this couldn't be further from the truth. LG is hyper-aware of himself and his actions. He knows there's something "wrong" with him. He (and those around him) just don't know what. So everyone in and out of universe find it easier to just be vague about the problem or not touch it at all.

I'll tell you what I think is wrong with him though: He's can't figure out how best to showcase empathy with others, or even fully decide if he truly wants to at all, so he typically just chooses not to.

Wait, what? I'm actually arguing that LG1 is/was capable of empathy, you ask? YES I am. Because he was. The moments were small, but they were there and were very significant to those who care. OG LG had what I'd call "limited" empathy as well as "optional" empathy. He wasn't the best with others' emotions at initial meetings but he could understand concepts like that of insult, bonding (but couldn't do it himself at first) and not wanting to die or get hurt. (I might finish a post that explains some examples in the near future.) He also chose who it was he would bestow his empathy upon for random and not-as-random reasons. In this sense, he's not that different from many of us. I also feel as though he could have had his sense of empathy increased and smoothed out with proper nurturing. But as we all know, that didn't happen.

(Also, he seems to be naturally more persnickity and "intense/passionate" than others, including LG2 even. At least when it comes to his beliefs and convictions. People irl who are like that can imagine, because of how we sometimes come across to others, even if we're trying to change.)

Conclusion Expansion (1):

We see throughout his arc, that LG1 increasingly worsened over time. Not solely though. For a blip of a period, he seemed to be improving, happy even. That period was of course when he was still close with LG2. Then, the fight happened.

It was so violent, even without showing us the gore. I'm actually a little shocked that there are people who think that scene is mainly or even only hilarious. It's terrifying to me whenever I see it, to the point where I often prefer to avoid it. That scene, to me, was yet another example of how much of an abuser LG1 has become, since his physical or emotional abandonment and/or since his creation. Is that obvious yet? LG1 was not just "lol random11!! hahaha craziiii!". He was insanely abusive. He was arguably abused himself, but that doesn't change the fact that he was an abuser, too. He even showed all the classic signs of an abuser as far back as "You Made Me" but, really, it was truly first shown in "Too Young".

Slight (Noteworthy) Sidetrack:

His brother (Which I think was meant to be seen as being to LG1 whatever you wanted to see him as, homophobes!) along with Lemonhope, got the worst of it and perfectly illustrate two different types of lives and mentalities of many abuse victims. One becomes, in a way, very self-centered and wants to escape no matter what, but stops thinking about what the rest of his family may be going through, also. The other wants to help others going through the same and won't leave them behind until the they have escaped on some level, even if it kills him (assuming he had the option to leave). And tell we don't know plenty of irl examples where other families also went through an older sibling or partner taking advantage of and mistreating a younger sibling or partner. (Don't think too hard about the LG's being "brother-lovers", alright? It's all symbolic, anyway.) Now a big question I and likely others have is this: Is he really "just like that?" Frankly, I think he partially or fully either inherited it or learned it from his experiences. Or someone else... But I digress. So yeah, I don't believe LG was just/solely born that way. Something about him changed sometime after he was born, I feel. But again, I can't quite say what because it was left ambiguous.

Conclusion Expansion (2):

LG has always had issues with his view of self and it causes him much pain. He doesn't know how to express the problem, so he basically just spazzes out. He seemed to have improved once his brother/partner came along, but in fact, this was only an illusion. LG never properly healed from his trauma or bad habits, because no one—not himself and certainly not others—worked with him to treat and eventually heal that trauma and reverse those bad habits. (It doesn't mean they didn't want to, though.) It was only a matter of time before he lost it on his brother and people over something petty. Two beings can never be exactly the same anyway, "twin" or not.

When he attacked his best friend for the first time and in such a gruesome manner... Well...ask yourself how that scene probably continued for the two of them? We actually saw the least scary part. Here's what I now headcanon as being the "right after":

(I'm not sure what the name of the artist who made this is. It's an amazing and very emotional piece, though.)

So with those awful images in mind, I think LG1 after devouring most of his own partner, may have paused for at least a moment, as LG2 managed to crawl away and look at him with such fear and hurt (perhaps looking like a reflection of himself) that LG1—if his self-awareness was on 100 that day—looked back at the mess he'd made of LG2's body and how their relationship would never be the same now, and decided "Haha wow...I AM a monsteerrrr!!!!". And from there, he decided to just lean into the persona completely. After all, what did he have to lose? What important figure in his life up to this point didn't see him that way, anyway? Now even the partner he once loved and who once loved him, did too. Might as well accept it and just solely act like what everyone already knows him to be. Which to LG means just act like his usual self, btw. Control freaks like him can only relax for so long...

It should also be noted that despite what we see LG1 do to LG2, that he doesn't completely devour him (why, we don't know) and that he gave him (likely created for him) a tool that would allow him to still move around and didn't give him a shock collar. So LG2 is still a cut above the others in LG1's mind, it seems, but that doesn't mean that things hadn't reached rock bottom for them. They just had further to go, is all. LG1 clearly no longer pedestalized LG2 anymore (and vice versa) and on some level likely blames LG2 for how he himself chose to react (pretty on-brand for both of them). Hence why, like some abusers, he seemed to now be withholding affection from LG2, wouldn't hear or accept LG2's own thoughts and opinions, (may have) starved him and why he pushed him down into and kept him in a subordinate position (something we once actually see him physically do to him at the dinner table).

And that, everybody, is why that scene in AFMSG is so significant; and imo, devastating.

Oh and here. Have another self-aware Lemongrab, far beyond post brother-attack:

"Looking for something? Well, you found me; Fat Lemongrab. - Original Lemongrab

This wild lemon man knew he was the monster/villain of the story at this point. 🍋 🥲

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