#tw: violent death

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KINKTOBER IV: DRUGGED starring: f!reader, megumi [25+], toji [mid 40s] synopsis: megumi is led down a dark path by his assassin father. his moral compass askew, lacking any real social experience, he's left to his own devices with a cute girl. thankfully, toji shows up in time to take control. warnings: murder, violence, spiking, drug use: narcotics + psychedelics. stripper!reader [who sometimes offers sex work]. virgin!megumi. restraints. choking. unprotected sex. incest [pussy sharing, dp, anal] guidance. non-con; reader starts to enjoy it [she is drugged] wc: 4.5k

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18+ EXPLICIT SEX | DARK CONTENT | HORROR THEMES

When Toji’s wife passed he managed to sell off his daughter to the notorious Zenin clan for a pretty penny, but decided to keep the ten shadows boy for himself. 

Without his wife, daughter and clan, Toji’s life spiralled out of control and he took Megumi down with him. 

Toji left everything behind, so did Megumi.

Toji became invisible, so did Megumi. 

He corrupted him and dragged him into a cursed life of killing for money. 

Leaving his boy in cheap, dusty hotels, Toji would go out to commit murder– it was as simple as grocery shopping for him, only returning home with his shirt all bloody and ripped. Young Megumi would eye his clothing curiously, his gaze wide and innocent, but would be too scared to utter a word. He knows his father has a terrible temper.

This routine continued until Megumi got older, into his late teens, when Toji thought it would be appropriate to start telling the young man about what he did. Then in his early twenties he started taking him along on his sinister missions, hunting. Lacking any formal education or training, he doubted his son would be of any use. 

But Megumi had become intelligent and strong in his solitude, reading for entertainment and experimenting with his powers, his shikigami the only life forms to keep him company.

Despite his independence, having Toji as his only guiding light led the younger man to have a somewhat twisted view on reality, and as far as sound moral judgement goes, he simply does not possess it. 

As an assassin, Toji likes a quick kill; clean and efficient, usually with a gun or a knife. He can get paid faster that way, delivering the body swiftly and avoiding any trouble.

But he’s noticed his son taking a liking to finishing his victims more personally.

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Another murderous evening had drawn to a close, their hands stained red once again, when he carelessly took his eyes off his son and their victim.  

A young, powerful sorceress who’d seemingly pissed off the wrong crowd. Still, a surprisingly easy target for the assassin in training.

“Megumi, s’time to go,” the older man wipes his knife and cautiously looks along the alleyway.

His son is unresponsive. 

Toji gets closer, squinting in the dark to find his hands wrapped around her neck. 

She’s still alive, barely, but clinging on nonetheless, fading in and out of consciousness. 

“What are you doing? Just– just fucking–” 

“Wait”

The younger man’s stern voice halts Toji from slitting her throat.

And he watches his son squeeze the life out of the young woman. 

His lips twitch when her eyes roll back. But still, his hand remains over her windpipe, feeling her pulse die when the last breaths escape her body. 

“Megumi. We need to go.”

His son finally pulls away, and they become invisible once more. 

Despite his grisly methods, not only did Megumi prove useful, but their missions also provided for some much needed father-son bonding time. 

So, with his son reaching 25 years old, they got into this gruesome habit together, becoming partners.

Another habit Megumi picked up from the older man was his tendency to visit strip clubs after their kill. They were great places to hide, especially if you knew the owners well enough. And Toji knew each and every member of staff in this place; the managers, the bar staff, the girls.

And he knew a certain pretty little girl very well indeed.

Despite his many visits he never made any inappropriate advances, only paid to watch you dance. Maybe a lap dance every now and again if he was feeling particularly self gratuitous.

You share few words, but seem to have a mutual understanding of one another. You know that he loves watching you, and you’ve come to like his stern demeanour and surprisingly respectful attitude, enjoying his ability to scare off creepy customers. He’s kind of like your personal bodyguard at work. You feel lucky to have met him.

Unlike some of the halfwit scumbags that frequent the club, he’s a real man. From his assertive, deep tones, those muscles, perfect for manhandling little girls like you, and those sharp eyes, staring as if he wants your body as much as you want his.

But you have no idea what he does for work– he almost seems nocturnal.

Then you notice that he starts bringing someone else to the club.

His younger brother? His son? You can’t tell. But you know for certain that they’re related as soon as they step in together– their hair is styled differently, but is the same absolute black. The strobe lighting illuminates different colours in the younger man’s eyes, but they have the same glare. Their faces are a slightly different shape, but they have the same wicked smile. 

How could there be two of him? One was already enough.

“Meet my son.” 

Oh. He might be the same age as me. You think, studying his features– bags under his eyes, more height than muscle, cheeks slightly sunken. 

His exchanges are awkward. He looks uncomfortable.

You offer him a dance, not knowing what else to do. You’re here to work, after all.

Toji pays for a private dance and you walk with his son to a booth, the older man giving him a wink and a devilish smile.

You draw the curtains and pause, looking at the way he’s fidgeting. 

“Got a girlfriend?”

“No,” he replies tersely, narrowing his eyes. 

You ask if he wants a lap dance, but he’s so hesitant that you just end up sitting next to him and chatting instead.

“So, do you enjoy working here?” he sounds less nervous now he’s gotten to know your name, at least. 

“Yeah, nice customers for the most part, but the hours are pretty long.”

“Same with my job– the hours, I mean.”

“You don’t work with the public?”

“Sort of…” he trails off, dark eyes darting over your features.

You notice, despite your clothing revealing most of your body to him, that he’s focusing on your lips more than anything.

“You’re um,” he takes a long pause, dragging his gaze back to your eyes, “very pretty.”

How sweet. Your eyes widen slightly, a smile forming on your lips. You’re not used to sweet. 

“Th-thank you.” you can’t help the stuttering– the way he’s looking at you with sudden intensity catches your tongue.

“Shall we–” you reach to open the curtain of the private booth, your arm caught in his strong grip, your body freezing. 

“You– you can’t touch me–” does he not know that?

“Sorry” he retracts his hand, fiddling with his fingers. 

“You change your mind or something?”

“No, I just wanted to… look at you, for a little longer,” you turn to face him again, “if that’s ok.”

So you nod and sit down.

He has a hungry look in his eyes now– he starts with your face, your eyes, in fact, making incredible, unwavering contact until you can’t take it, your pupils darting away to his amusement. Then he finds your mouth, and the way you’re chewing the inside of your cheek.

Then your neck, where he focuses intently on the slow thrum of your jugular. He licks his lips, making you squirm and wish he would’ve accepted the lap dance.

His gaze darts over the rest of your body and you watch the clock tick over to midnight, signalling fifteen minutes and the end of his private… whatever the fuck this was.

“Time’s up.” You stand and reach for the curtain, feeling his eyes remain over your figure as you step out and waltz back to the changing rooms. 

You get off early tonight, having a final smoke with your colleagues when you see a text pop through from Toji. After exchanging numbers months ago, he barely contacts you, only asking where you are if you’re not at your regular shift.

[00:14] Toji 

Come over?

You’re surprised he’s asking. 

You’re tempted– after all, it is for Toji. You’ve been wanting him to reach out to you, thinking that he would’ve made his move much sooner. Every cell in your body is telling you not to do this, but you ignore the feeling, finding his hotel.

You enter the room– luckily for you, in a slightly nicer establishment than usual– still, one that is filled with the smell of alcohol and cannabis, the TV blaring on some late night gambling channel.

So they sit you down, welcoming you into their little games and bets, offering you hard liquor and joints till you’re tipsy. 

After Toji’s multiple visits to your workplace, and seeing you at other clubs with your friends, he knows you’re into all kinds of drugs. 

He caught you with white powder under your nose on one occasion, your pupils the size of the fucking moon another night, and with a blunt hanging out your mouth after work one evening.

He’s seen it all. He knows you’re a fiend. So… what’s the harm in pushing you a little further? Surely you can take it.

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Your eyelids are growing heavy, your body slumped on the floor against the coffee table while you stare at the TV in stupor. Their joints were just so packed it's nearly finished you off, and the last few drags tasted kinda funny.

“Can we tie her up now?” 

You’re not sure if you heard that right, swivelling in the direction of the voice and blinking in disbelief.

You turn to find Toji with his legs spread wide, slouched back on the sofa where you left him, while the younger man stands holding some kind of cord in his hands. 

Your eyes widen, your mind jolting awake when you see the way he pulls and grips it, stepping closer to you. Your body lags. 

“Mm” Toji grunts, not taking his eyes off the TV. 

Megumi takes this as permission to pull you up and drag you to the bedroom, your legs stumbling after your body, your mind succumbing to panic. 

His hand tugs at your wrist, while you’re distracted by something strange in the edges of your vision. It’s subtle to start with, colours fading in where they weren’t before, shadows starting to move. 

You try to ignore it, blaming the weed and flickering lights playing tricks on your mind.

You’re pulled from your daze when Megumi jerks your arms roughly, your vision readjusting to find yourself on the bed, your wrists forced to the frame in a tight knot of coarse, black rope.

“Mm– Megumi,” your voice comes out more slurred than you expected, confusion crossing your features, “w-what’re you doin’...”

“What does it look like?” He shoots back, his sharp tone making you recoil.

“I, I don’ know– jus’, w-where’s Toji?”

He watches your eyes dart about, enjoying your fearful expression.

You notice a sinister glint behind his indigo irises, his face looming closer and starting to cloud your vision.

You’re squirming now, pushing yourself up the bed, trying to distance yourself from him. But he keeps coming.

“Stay still…” he stops your motions with a single cool hand closing around your ankle, dark eyes trained on your throat again.

Time stops still when he leans in and places a single, chaste kiss over your neck.

He does it slowly. Gently. As if you’re the only one he’d kiss like this. His silent intensity makes you tremble.

He pulls away with a pleased hum, the feeling of your heartbeat making his lips tingle, his dark mess of hair illuminated with a dull halo.

He’s not too far gone. You could still go back.

“Y-you don’ have to do this,” you stumble, your voice cracking.

“I know,” he presses another kiss over your jaw, becoming ravenous now he can almost smell your fear, “but I want to…”

His voice disappears into the crook of your neck, where he starts sucking and tonguing.

He wants to taste you.

There’s a deep ache inside you now, gripping at your heart and filling your lungs, where it spreads to your throat– to where you can feel his mouth over you.

Nobody has ever kissed you like this before.

The way he sucks and bites is cruel, your body starting to flood with pain. If he does it any harder you’re sure he’s going to taste your blood. He’s going to puncture your neck and let it spill.

“M-megumi– please–” your whispered sobs only urge him on, till he’s dragging his canines over you and sinking them into the soft flesh.

His impassioned movements finally ebb as he switches to tending your marked skin with his tongue and lips, inhaling your scent deeply.

He sits up now, looking longingly into your tear stained eyes, his pupils drifting to where your lips are quivering with his name.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he lies, stroking your ankles gently.

Standing up, he watches you shake your head again, begging him not to go any further and that you’d anticipated being with Toji tonight, asking where he is again.

“He’s a little busy…” he cranes his neck to ensure his father is still transfixed by the TV.

“Plus, you should be grateful,” he tugs off his belt, “you get to take my virginity.”

Your eyes fly wide, your mouth dry and gulping for air stupidly.

Just the way he looks puts you on edge– and now you know he has no experience, you can’t begin to fathom what he’s going to do to you.

“Nn-no– thought, thought Toji w-w–”

His next movements are too swift for your idle, drug induced brain to comprehend.

He’s over you, your arms twisted uncomfortably above your head, his cock nudging at the sweet bud of your clit.

That’s the only ‘foreplay’ you’ll be treated to before he slots himself up against your tight, unprepped entrance, shoving your dress and panties aside.

“Toji!!!” you cry out for the older man, “Toji, god–” but your voice is interrupted, choked by his cock sinking into you, hard and deep.

The man before you has changed, his resting scowl paling in comparison to the now fierce arch of his eyebrows.

Why are you crying for his father when he has everything you need right here?

“Ah– haah—” you shake and squirm, struggling with his untamed, crude thrusting.

Your head flies back when he pushes deeper still, slowly working your raw pussy open to the shape of him, while he watches fresh tears trickling over your waterline and gathering beautifully in the corners of your wide, glassy eyes.

“Hm,” he lets a little laugh escape, enjoying your quiet sobbing and whimpering as he gets rougher and dirtier, grabbing and marking your skin.

Your arms start to jostle and tug in the bindings, your wrists aching from the pressure.

“Untie me…” you sniffle.

“Untie you? But I haven’t even got started yet…”

He wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, trailing his hand down your face and stroking the marks on your neck.

“Might untie you after I hear you scream,” he gives you an experimental squeeze, then leans closer, bringing his face down next to yours.

The way he’s talking has you wondering if he really is a virgin, your thought quickly dispelled by his hedonistic thrusting.

You can hear his shaky breath in your ear now, your legs lifting instinctively when you feel him haphazardly pressing on your g-spot.

“Yeah, open up f’me,” he whispers, sucking on your earlobe, his free arm encircling your head to cage you in closer.

You can feel his hips start to jolt unevenly. He’s close.

“D-don– don’ cum inside,” you beg, your eyes getting bleary as he constricts your windpipe.

You feel him smirking over your skin, speeding up his ragged motions, squeezing.

Your pained breaths consume him, urging him to crush your throat with a look in his eyes that makes you believe he’s going to take your life.

His pale, beautiful face hovers above yours, eyes enrapt by every miniscule expression of terror that passes your features.

“S-s—” 

Your voice is gone, you can only fight for breath now, your body succumbing to a helpless fit.

You struggle. Kicking. Hips bucking.

He drinks it all in, thrusting mercilessly now.

“You can’t do that to her.” 

You hear a sudden deep, booming voice, hands pulled from your neck, air flooding your lungs as you sputter and cough.

Toji takes his son’s arms and bends them behind his back, restraining him instantly and pulling him off you; out of you.

He lets the sight sink in for a moment, words failing him. 

Toji’s affected by the drugs and booze, but he can still get some kind of hold on this fucked up situation.

“Look. Just let me show you… what you’re supposed to do,” he drawls into the younger man’s ear before releasing him.

Sure, he needs to take responsibility. But he can’t let you go. Not yet.

You shake your head again, watching the younger man struggling with his achy, hard boner after being denied his first raw dogging orgasm.

His father readjusts you on the bed to his own liking, leaving you tied up and taking your thighs in his beefy hands. He dips his head low, lips skimming over your neglected clit. 

“‘M feelin’ hungry…” he mutters, proceeding to swirl his tongue through your heat, where his son’s cock was digging moments ago, humming while parting your labia and licking sensually at your little jewel.

However done you are with this situation, overcome with lightheadedness from your choking, you’re glad to at least be sent reeling through a few much needed orgasms.

And now you’ve had a chance to breathe and relax a little, you’re becoming aware of a shift in your consciousness. 

Your body is right here, in this moment, experiencing every fleeting detail in high definition. But your mind is somewhere else, overcome with a feeling of simultaneous presence and dissociation. 

The older man sits up, patting the bed for his son to join him.

“You ok, doll?”

He watches you look around curiously, taking in the room that’s now bending and changing before you.

“Think the lsd’s kickin’ in…” he mutters, “just lay back, promise we’re not gunna hurt ya.”

“The-the what?” you stutter, your hands starting to tense and grip in the restraints.

“Look, there were a few drops of acid in that last wrap, jus’ relax, ok?”

Fuck. You knew you shouldn’t have come here.

You let it sink in, taking a deep breath so you don’t lose your cool. You cannot let your mind spiral on this drug.

“That’s it,” he encourages you, “good girl. Jus’ let go.”

You give up trying to fight it, obeying his gentle tones, working past the nausea to find your mind and body entering a different headspace.

Reality fades in and out, feeling their tongues on you, one after the other, switching and exchanging till you’re unaware of what’s happening to you.

You can only sense their touch, submitting your body to the chemical pleasure.

Your clothes are torn off now, soft, deep words being exchanged until you feel them shifting around.

You feel the unmistakable nudging of a hardened cock at your entrance once more. Only this time, it slips through your folds easily, your slick hole welcoming the long, hard member.

You blink slowly, your vision wobbling as your mind enters a trance in sync with their rhythm.

“Megumi?” no, “Toji?” you honestly can’t tell, your faculties slowly dulling as the powerful drug takes over.

You reach out your arms hoping to discern who’s inside you, only for their body to move away as another frame enters your view.

You feel his cock sink in, hips rolling and stimulating your senses till you’re creaming and moaning around his girth.

“T-tojii–” you’re sure it must be the older man. He feels strong, manhandling you and pushing you wider.

But he pulls away too soon.

You focus hard, seeing both of them now, one figure in front of the other, one man guiding, the other following.

“...like this… take her… deep…” you can only make out a few words, wide eyes distracted by the scar on his lips.

But the way Megumi’s cock slides in is completely different than before– the feral jackhammering transformed into long drags, smooth and hard.

They exchange words, Megumi’s movements getting greedier until you feel his body consuming yours in a display of lust and passion so strong you let out a scream of his name.

The sound of your voice, combined with the grip of your pussy that’s drenched with the slick of a fresh orgasm, rips a groan from his depths.

You hear him panting and moaning, his thrusts getting sloppy, until he’s drawn out of you again.

That was close. You think, realising his father pulled him away before he could spill inside you.

Things are getting blurry now. They’re both over you, on you, in you.

With the surreal visuals taking over, your mind enters another realm while they kiss and fuck and share your body.

Spiky black hair, blue and green eyes flashing, hard muscles and sadistic smiles are all you can see.

Their images burn into your retina, becoming a blurred mirage of nightmarish beauty. 

A sight that you will never forget.

Now that Toji’s brought his son up to speed and you’re all wet, you honestly can’t tell who is who.

So you sink into it, enjoying the spiralling visions behind your closed eyelids while they draw waves of orgasmic pleasure from your body.

They bend and move you, pinning your legs back, pushing deeper, then onto your knees. You’re getting so absorbed in the trip now, the euphoric energy taking over, that you’re only partly aware that you’re being lifted.

You’re off the bed, you know that much.

You’re in a pair of strong arms. It’s Toji. You smile, your eyes clearing to see his roguishly handsome face before you.

“Hey pretty girl,” he places tender kisses over your lips, and you accept them with pleasure, “gunna try somethin’ fun now…”

You giggle, liking the sound of that very much.

He holds you, his massive cock melting into your core so deep he’s going to become a part of you, then slides his fingers over your ass.

You feel another body behind you. Megumi.

You turn, feeling his lips over you as well, murmuring sweet praise in your ear the whole while.

You feel him sliding over your ass now, through the wet juice of your pussy, pushing into the tight ring.

“Oh, oh my– fuck–” he edges in, his father thrusting slowly while urging him to be gentle.

“Haahhh–” you breathe out, your head falling back onto Megumi’s hard shoulder where he caresses your skin with his lips.

“That’s– that’s fucking good,” he hums in your ear, pushing himself all the way back while grabbing your ass.

They cradle you, thrusting in tandem, as you reach a new level of bliss.

Hearing them, feeling them takes you higher, until you can only sense their deep moans vibrating through you, the drag of their cocks.

Your thoughts turn slippery, losing focus on the world around you, wondering how you ended up here in the first place, realising that you don’t care.

Right now, you care about the man in front of you, tall and broad, scarred lip between his teeth with dark green eyes fixed on yours.

His ever sombre stare resides behind those fiery irises.

It captivates you.

Your body is convulsing with dopamine once more, slurred thank yous leaving your lips, and all you can concentrate on is counting the shades of green in his eyes.

Flecks of amber shimmer within the emerald, his lashes blinking slowly, eyebrows quirking.

“Watcha lookin’ at?”

“Mm, pretty,” is all you can muster at this time, earning a snort of laughter.

He mutters under his breath and starts taking you harder till you feel him pulling you off his son and pushing you down on the bed.

Your legs spread, wide and obedient, holding yourself by the knees while he takes your nipples between his lips, between his teeth.

“How many times s’that now?” he feels you clenching and bucking again.

You just giggle and sigh, stroking his obsidian strands in a dreamy state.

He hums with pleasure; you feel his nose dipping into your neck, where he places soft, gentle kisses, in contrast to his now animalistic pace.

Letting off hot grunts and moans, he finally spills his hot, wet cum.

He pulls away, his son entering your vision once more.

Angling your ass up, he guides himself in again, enjoying the way your tight muscle spasms around him, but takes him all nonetheless.

His hips get nasty, drawing whimpers from you until he nears his release, growling and sinking his teeth into your marked skin.

“Fuck– fuck–” you tug at his jet black spikes, encouraging him to take all he needs until you feel his hot load shoot deep into you.

“Ugh, oh princess– fuck me–” he sighs, strong muscles overcome with exhaustion as he watches your beautiful features relax once more.

You feel peaceful, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way his hair hangs over those dark eyes.

Your wavering vision absorbs his graceful figure in all his glory, your mouth opening before your brain catches up.

“Art” you poke at his hardened stomach, earning a slight smile, “artist.” You look up at his father now, appreciating the view as he stands before you.

You giggle, laying back and focusing on the ebb and flow of your breath, feeling your senses leave you, your eyes resting as you enter transcendental sleep.

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You wake to find your body bare, but clean.

There’s no longer white liquid oozing from you– just soft, warm sheets and the fresh smell of soap.

You climb out of the bed, stepping to the bathroom, eyes still half lidded and hazy.

You look in the mirror, finding kaleidoscopic visuals in the reflection, where the glass bends and trembles.

But you can see your face. Unscathed. Unharmed. You look down. It’s just a few bruises. You’re fine. 

Despite their questionable methods, this has been a good trip… and you have to admit, a very good fuck.

So in your giddy state, you tiptoe out to the main room, watching their heads turn from the TV, grins emerging.

“Mornin’ honey,” Toji coos. It’s dark outside. You have no idea what time it is.

You step over to the sofa, sinking between the two men again, taking their lips and tongues while their hands roam and fondle your body.

You sit back, enjoying how they’re drawn to you magnetically, allowing their pleasure to fill your body once more while you ride out the most ethereal high of your life.

⋆⁺ [see you in hell]

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A Familiar Face

Changbin x Female reader

Word count: 3.4k

Synopsis: When you see a familiar face in the crowd, you know who he is. You think. You just can't figure out how.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Gah, how do we keep getting to the end of these! 🥺 This one isn't as long as some of the others but I definitely cried writing it, so be warned 😅! If you enjoy reading it, please reblog, like, comment, jump in my asks, I absolutely love all the feedback and interaction this series has had! Okay, as always, warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Cursing/ strong language, violence, depictions of war and battle, main character death, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv sex, cream pie. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know so I can add it!

You were rushing to catch the train. The next one would add at least thirty more minutes to your commute home and you were already exhausted from your workday. Unfortunately, a bunch of other people were doing the same thing. You made it to the train and you were waiting to file your way in with the others when you looked up, across the crowd of people, and walking onto the train from the other side of the platform was a man you... knew. How did you know him? He was very handsome, was that it? He was cute so you thought you knew him? No, you knew him. You just couldn’t place his face. Almost as fast as you’d seen him, he disappeared onto the train and then the doors were closing in front of you. You should have been upset you were missing the train, but you were upset that you lost him before you could figure out who he was and how you knew him. Only when the train pulled off did you remember what you were doing and realized you missed it. You sat on the bench to wait the thirty minutes before the next one and ran the man’s face through your head again and again. 

That night when you finally got home, you ate something small, got washed up quickly and into bed. As you laid there and looked up at the ceiling you started to think about the man again. You didn’t know why it was bothering you so much, but you had to figure out how you knew him. It took you a bit longer than usual but you finally drifted off to sleep. 

Being at war in another country was scary, there was no way around that, but something about Seo being there made it a little less scary. You had known of him from your high school back home although he was a couple years ahead of you. Your paths crossed again once Seo was in the military, and you had become a nurse. When that happened, it was like the stars had aligned for the two of you and you fell madly in love with each other. You were walking into the medical tent on base when suddenly arms wrapped around you from behind. A hand cupped over your mouth before you could scream. 

“Shh, it’s just me baby.” You spun around and slapped his arms and chest. 

“God damn it Seo! You scared the shit out of me!” He laughed and pulled you in for a kiss. You allowed him but before he could deepen it you pushed at his chest. 

“You know if your superior comes in here and finds us, I’m gone and you’re in trouble.” He pouted and let go and you pecked his lips once more.  

“Thank you.” Seo cleared his throat and it was clear he wasn’t just there to steal a kiss. He looked at you nervously. 

“What?” He hesitated a moment more before he finally spoke. 

“You know the town they’re sending us to for the mission yea?” You nodded. You did. It had been very active there recently and was a well-known hot zone. It was precisely why you were being sent there. 

“Don’t go.” He said. You scrunched your eyebrows confused. 

“Seo... orders are orders. You know we don’t get to just not go. Besides it’s my job to be there and make sure anyone hurt is tended to.” He shook his head. 

“Say your sick anything, just... please don’t go.” You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Seo, it will be okay. I’ll have you right there to protect me.” You kissed him and his shoulders slumped knowing he wasn’t going to be able to talk you out of going on the mission. He just had a bad feeling. The next morning the two of you, along with a team of others, would wake up and head towards the town. 

The sunlight shining through your bedroom window woke you up in the most disrespectful manner. You groaned and leaned over to look at the time. Just a couple minutes before the alarm. You sat up and you felt almost as tired as you had been when you fell asleep. You got yourself together and showered, then you were off to work. When you got to the train station you remembered the guy from the day before and fragments of your dream. Not even after a night of sleeping on it could you remember how the hell you knew him. Your job was busy and fast paced, so once you were there, there really wasn’t any time to think about much besides work. You stayed over a little later than normal at work so when you made it to the train it wasn’t nearly as crowded. You sat there as it raced towards its next destination. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back and all you could see when you did was his face. Why?  

You opened your eyes and looked down towards the next car and sitting there reading a book was the man. You sat there studying his face, determined to remember where you knew him from. You considered walking over to the next car and just asking him, but you would be embarrassed if it was someone you should have remembered. No, you wouldn’t approach him until you did remember. You sat there and tried to not look like an absolute crazy person staring at him as you continued to draw a blank. He had kind brown eyes, he was broad and built, when he’d read something funny a little half smile would appear on his face revealing a dimple in his cheek. Your heart raced but you still could not figure out how you knew this man.  

After a minute of you looking at him and looking away, the man looked up one of the times you were watching him. Your eyes went wide when you realized you’d been caught. His brow furrowed and he stood up heading towards the doors that separated the two cars. You thought your heart would beat out of your chest. The train slowed down and came to a stop and you panicked. Just as soon as the doors were open, you stood and dashed out before he made it through the connecting doors. Once you were home and having dinner, you were kicking yourself for running away. You knew him so obviously he knew you. He probably recognized you and was going to say hello and you ran away like a crazy person. As you lay in bed that night you almost wished you didn’t see him on the train tomorrow.  

The convoy on mission headed into town and stopped at the first check point. It was a larger building that some enemy fire had come from and it needed cleared. They planned on splitting into teams, alpha and delta, and starting from two different ends of the building then meeting in the middle. The commanding officer split the soldiers and medics into the two teams and when Seo realized you were not on team alpha with him his eyes shot to yours. You held your palm down signaling him to stay calm. Right before the teams split to head in he made his way over to you. 

“I promise I’ll be right back and I promise I’m marrying you the first chance I get. I love you.” He wanted to kiss you so bad but he couldn’t, not there. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. 

“I love you too Seo. I’ll meet you in the middle.” You squeezed his hand back and your teams split up. Team delta went through the front and had cleared quite a bit when suddenly there was a huge explosion and the building shook. You heard reports coming through the radio. 

“Damage to the left flank! They’re coming around again get out of there!” You heard it. Loud and clear over the radio a soldier was wearing. The left flank, that was the side Seo’s team went in on. Instead of running out with the other members of team delta, you ran towards the left flank to find Seo. A couple of the soldiers that oversaw getting you out of there tried to stop you but couldn’t, you had to find Seo, he had to be okay, he promised. When you got to the left flank of the building, where he was supposed to be, you choked back tears. It was barely standing, walls and supports down everywhere.  

“SEO! WHERE ARE YOU!? SEO!!!” You screamed for him, then heard a grunt and a hand raise up. You ran over hoping it was him and unfortunately, when you looked down, you had indeed found him. You gasped and choked back a sob. He was in bad shape, metal pieces from the bomb that hit were protruding from his chest, a support pillar had fallen on him, pinning and no doubt breaking his legs, there were scratches on his face that were bleeding and a bad gash on his head that was flowing freely. You tried to help. You took off your jacket and put it under his head to cushion it for him and to try and slow the bleeding. You were using the sleeve to wipe blood away from his face when the radio went off again. 

“CLEAR THAT BUILDING! IF YOU’RE ON TWO LEGS GET THE HELL OUT! THEY’RE COMING BACK AROU-” The radio cut out. Seo started panicking. You tried to calm him but there was no consoling him if you weren’t safe. 

“They’re going to bomb this building again you have to go!” Seo choked out. You were certain he was bleeding internally from the shrapnel that shred through him that was still lodged deep inside, most likely bleeding onto his brain as well from his head injury, and the pillar laying across his legs would be impossible to lift with fifty men. You shook your head, tears streaming down your face you, couldn’t just leave him like that. 

“I’m not leaving you!” You wouldn’t. He was the love of your life, your soulmate, he was going to be your husband when the war ended and you were going to spend the rest of your lives together. You refused to abandon him to die alone like that. You sat there on your knees by him holding his hand petting it, giving it a gentle squeeze like he’d done to yours before going in, and he begged you crying. 

“Please.” You brushed his hair back away from his bloodied face and wiped his tears; he was getting weaker quickly. 

“It will be okay my love. It will be okay.” You leaned down and kissed him as the enemy fired bombed the building you were in, obliterating it and killing everyone left inside, including you and Seo. 

You woke up gasping for air, clutching at your bed sheets, your entire body covered in sweat. You wiped your face and realized you had tears as well as sweat that had run down your face. Why did that feel so real?! Why did the man keep showing up in your dreams? What was his name? Seal? Steele? God you couldn’t remember! You were so frustrated. It’s all you could think about the whole morning and most of the day at work. In fact, you had been so distracted you weren’t leaving work until well after dark, which probably wasn’t the smartest or safest thing to do.  

Your wish from the night before came true, the man was not on the train that night, which wasn’t all that surprising considering the time it was. You got off at your stop and you were making your way up the station stairs, you still had a couple of blocks to walk before your building. You were almost home when a man walking from the other direction stopped in front of you blocking the way. 

“Hey!” You looked up. You had no idea who he was. 

“Do I know you?” He smirked. 

“You could.” You realized then you needed to keep walking. You tried to go around him but he blocked the way again. 

“Hey, don’t be a rude bitch.” You went to go around the other way and he blocked you again! 

“Are you listening to me bitch!” Your heart was in your throat, you were terrified as this man walked closer towards you. 

“HEY! Leave her the fuck alone!” You heard a man shout from behind you. The guy harassing you looked over your shoulder, then bolted across the street and ran away. You turned around and there walking up towards you was the man from the train and your dreams. You froze. As you stood there the two of you looking into each other’s eyes you remembered everything from your dreams. The war, Seo, the mission, dying it wasn’t just a dream though, it had been your life. The life before this one, but that wasn’t all you remembered. You remembered living on a farm with him with your kids and growing old, you remembered walking through a crude stone building in a long gown, meeting him in a secluded hall so that he could kiss you on the lips, a big no no since you were not yet married. You remembered every life you had ever lived with him. You had lived every life with him. 

“I found you.” That was all he said before kissing your lips. You held onto his strong body and kissed him back.  

“I’m Changbin...” He said chuckling as he pulled away. 

“Seo...” You said and he nodded. 

“Yes Seo Changbin.” You smiled. 

“I’m y/n.” You exchanged numbers that night and started to get to know each other in this life. You were soulmates but you were completely different people in this life. You got to learn about each other all over again. You had told Changbin about seeing him on the train and it triggering something in your brain but you just couldn’t figure it out. He told you about the night he had seen you on the train, when you ran away. As soon as he saw you, he remembered everything. He had been trying to catch up to you most of your way home that next night and then he saw that man messing with you, he had feared the worst, that he might lose you again before he had a chance to be with you in this life, to love you in this life. Luckily that was not the case and the man had run off leaving you and Changbin to find each other, finally. 

A year later, on your anniversary, Changbin took you out for a beautiful dinner. He was dressed sharply in a suit, no tie, the first two buttons undone. He had bought you a gorgeous dress that you had mentioned liking around your birthday but thought he had forgotten when you didn’t get it. He’d bought it the day you said you liked it but saved it for this night. A very special night, he hoped. After the amazing dinner the two of you were walking through the canopy of fairy lights, through the restaurant's garden, on the way to the car. About halfway through the path of lights Changbin stopped dead in his tracks. You hadn’t even realized until he pulled at your hand. You turned looking at him confused and he stood there with a hand in one pocket. 

“Did you lose something?” Changbin nodded. 

“I did.” You were wondering why he wasn’t going back to the restaurant to look for whatever he lost. Instead, he stood there looking at you like you hung the stars. 

“I lost you before I got to keep my promise. I’m not making that mistake again.” Changbin pulled a small box from his pocket and got down on one knee. Your eyes filled with tears. 

“Will you marry me?” He opened it showing you the small diamond ring, very clearly a family heirloom. You nodded as your tears streaked down your face. 

“Yes! Yes! Of course!” Changbin sprung up from his knee and wrapped his arms around you tightly and then kissed you. He pulled back after a second the both of you laughing a little. He pulled the ring out of the box and put it on your finger then kissed you again. 

“I love you y/n.” Your smile was glued to your face. 

“I love you too Changbin.” He started leading you towards the car again.  

“Let’s get home.” You nodded and headed towards the car. Once you were home Changbin took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes as soon as you hit the door. You joined him in ditching your heels as well. Changbin grabbed your hand and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands immediately traveling lower and gripping your ass. You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. 

“Take me to bed.” You jumped and Changbin caught you, his hands gripping your ass. You wrapped your legs around him and held onto his face as you kissed him again. Changbin laughed shaking his head at you but walked towards your bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. When he got to your bed, he gently laid you back and sat up, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. 

“God you’re gorgeous Bin.” His little dimple popped out and his ears turned red. He was never good at taking compliments. Changbin pulled your dress up your body and then off over your head. He tossed the dress and started to kiss and nibble his way down your neck and chest. 

“You smell and taste good enough to eat baby.” He cocked his eyebrow as he continued his way down between your legs. He pulled at the sides of your panties and you lifted your ass helping him remove them. Those too were tossed aside and then Changbin nuzzled against the insides of your thighs. He finally ran his tongue through your folds tasting you, and you both moaned. 

“Oh god Bin... that feels so good...” You were already a little breathless as Changbin continued to devour you like you were his favorite meal. You were. You ran your fingers through his hair mussing it up. He loved your touch; he moaned and doubled his efforts. 

“Fuck! OH! I’m coming!” You started tugging at his hair gently when you came but Changbin didn’t stop, hell bent on prolonging your pleasure. Finally, he came up for air when your legs were shaking. He climbed back up your body and kissed you, your fingers still threaded through his hair. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sliding them and his briefs off. 

“God I want you baby. I want you so fucking bad...” You nodded pulling him down and kissing him again.  

“I want you too Binnie, please...” Changbin lined up with your glistening cunt and pushed his length inside you. 

“Yes! Bin yes! More!” He kept pushing into you until your hips were flush. He leaned down caging you between his muscular arms. He kissed you again as he started to roll his hips and move inside you. 

“Fuck you feel perfect baby...” He thrusted deeper forcing a moan from you and then did it again. He knew the buttons to press, the way to move, the way to please you. This may be a new body, but he’d made love to you for lifetimes. You were close, he knew you were. He started moving faster, harder.  

“Oh god! I’m gonna cum Binnie!” He didn’t slow down, he kept fucking you harder, pushing you closer and closer to your climax. His was near too. 

“Cum with me baby cum with me!” His tip brushed your g spot again as his pelvic muscle pushed against your clit and you fell into the chasm that was your orgasm, pulling Changbin in with you. 

“Oh god beautiful yes! Take it! Oh fuck!” You clung to Changbin as you both shook through your climaxes. 

“BinBinBinnie! Oh oh my god yess fuck! Yes!” When you both came back down Changbin fell over next to you and immediately pulled you close. You laid your head on his chest and listened to his breathing return to slow and steady. You held him tighter, as if you let go you may lose him again. 

“I love you Changbin.” He sighed and kissed the top of your head squeezing you. 

“I love you y/n.” And he truly did, in this life, the last, and the next because every life Changbin lived, he would find you. No matter what. 

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Again with those incredible hand animations by Kouki Fujimoto (who did his direction/storyboard debut with this episode as well as doing a LOT of the key animation).

Aura, having a bad feeling about this...

Also loved this shot between master and apprentice:

Talk about a reveal! The penny finally drops for Aura.

Aura : kill yourself.

One of the most brutal takedowns in anime history. Sousou no Frieren - Season 1 Ep. 10

#sousou no frieren #frieren: beyond journey's end #frieren at the funeral #frieren anime #frierenedit #gif set #my gifs #aura the guillotine #flamme #flamme sensei #frieren #frieren vs. aura the guillotine #tw: death #tw: violent death #anime sakuga #mana reveal

[yazzydream]

Anime // Manga - JJK S2E03 // Ch 70-72 [1/2]

#avm #jujutsu kaisen #jjkedit #my jjk #my gifs #manga edit #jjk season 2 #riko amanai #satoru gojo #misato kuroi #suguru geto #toji fushiguro #kento nanami #yu haibara #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: violent death #jjk manga #comparisons

[tomatette]

Prompt #10 - Found Footage @huxloween

Virus

The utterly unremarkable datapad with the footage found in a deserted research station on the remote and utterly unremarkable moon, quite aptly and utterly unremarkably named DS2344, has been lying on the ever-growing stack of status reports and files to review on his desk for a couple of days now.

Usually, Hux would have longs since taken care of it. It’s unlike him to leave work unfinished for more than a cycle. But with a good quarter of the Finalizer’s crew being out of commission due to a virus that had them all coughing and sneezing for half a week now, paperwork has not exactly been his top priority.

He doesn’t exactly stumble into his quarters after another long and stressful double-shift, but it’s a close call. He only allows himself a little show of weakness, when the door is securely closed behind him, though. With a deep sigh he leans against the cold durasteel and closes his eyes.

“Tired?”

He startles. Another sign of just how exhausted he is. There’s no way he wouldn’t have realized he’s not alone in his quarters under any other circumstances. As it is, he allows his shoulders to sag forward and accepts his defeat. “Dead on my feet, to be honest.”

“C’mere.” Ren opens his arms in an unspoken invitation that Hux doesn’t hesitate to accept. He breathes a little lighter, once he’s safely enveloped in Ren’s embrace, his heartbeat in his ears and his warmth surrounding him. “You should rest.”

Hux shakes his head. “Impossible. There is far too much to do. If you haven’t noticed, half our crew is unfit for duty. I can’t just slack off and ignore my responsibilities.”

Ren hums. “You’ll be of no help if you collapse in the middle of a briefing due to exhaustion.”

With a scoff, he pushes away from Ren. “Don’t be so kriffing dramatic. I’m not going to collapse, but if you’re really so worried about me, you can help me get this sorted.” He points to his desk. “Why don’t you start with some of the reports while I go over the emergency crew roster.”

Ren relents. He knows by now which battles are worth fighting, and which aren’t. When it comes to his work, Hux will always give it his all. So he takes a couple of datapads and settles down on the arm chair next to the desk, and starts reading.

He’s half-way through his stack when he finds the one with the footage from DS2344, and after watching it for a mere minute, he pauses the video, frowning in alarm.

“Hux? You’ll better come and watch this.”

“Can’t it wait?” Hux asks without even looking up from his data sheet. "I'm in the middle of something here."

“No. It cannot.” Ren gets up, stalks over to the desk and hands the datapad to Hux. Then he leans over Hux’s shoulder and urges him with an impatient motion of his hand, to start the footage.

At first, there’s not much to be seen. Grainy grey and white, then, suddenly, the face of a man appears on camera.

“Hurry up, they’re coming,” a hushed voice from somewhere behind the man whispers.

The camera footage shakes slightly, when the camera switches hands. “This is Elron Tiffin,” the man in front of the camera says, his voice low but urgent. “I’m the leading head-scientist of the biological research station Vomentis II, and when you’re seeing this, I’m probably dead, along with every other living soul on this stars-forsaken moon. And this warning is probably going to come too late for you, as well, but I’m afraid there’s nothing else I can do. I …”

A resounding bang lets both, Hux and Ren, startle violently.

The next moment, the camera is jerked around harshly, and now shows a blue-painted door, shaking in its hinges when the next blow comes.

“They’re almost here.” Elron Tiffin’s face comes into focus again. His eyes have a wild sort of shine to them, his face is pale, safe for two slashes of red coloring his cheeks. “I know embarrassingly little of the events that have led to this. All I can tell you is that less than a week ago, the first staff members started to come down with the symptoms of a common cold. At that point, we didn’t think overly much of it. People get ill, and in an enclosed space like the one we occupy, those sicknesses spread like wildfire.” The next bang to the door is accompanied by a high, screeching sound, and then … something like a groan? A moan? Hux can’t quite put his fingers on it, but he knows it sends a chill down his spine.

He looks up at Ren, who seems transfixed by the video footage.

“Then, yesterday, the first of those who had caught the virus reported back for duty again. It was then, that the first of them shifted.” Tiffin barks a laugh that sounds almost hysterical. “It probably sounds completely mad, but I swear, this is exactly how it happened. One moment, they were still themselves, and the next …”

When the door suffers the next attack, duracrete dust rains onto the floor. Another loud clang, and the top right of the door just folds like it’s flimsi instead.

“Stars help us,” Tiffin whispers.

Then the door gives, and Hux and Ren see hands with long, sinewy fingers and bony joints push through the opening.

The next moment, the camera clatters to the floor but keeps filming the nondescript white-grey ceiling of the room. What is more remarkable though, are the noises the device captures.

Screams of pain and terror, mixed with the terrible sound of rending flesh …

“What …” Hux has to clear his throat twice, before he’s able to get out another word. “Ren, what the kriffing hell was that?”

Ren shakes his head. He looks exactly as horrified as Hux is feeling. “I don’t know, but …”

There’s a bang against the door - his door, here on the FInalizer! - that has them both jump to their feet in alarm.

“Ren …” Hux swallows.

Ren takes his lightsaber from where it is attached to his belt, and flicks it on. “Stay behind me,” he says, starting to walk toward the door, but Hux grabs him by the wrist of his free arm and pulls him closer.

Thinking how this might be the last time he gets a chance to do this, he raises to his tiptoes and kisses Ren, breathlessly. Desperately.

When they part, they’re both breathing heavily.

Maybe it’s just Mitaka behind that door, wanting to make sure he actually went to his quarters for his much needed rest cycle. Or it is …

“Together,” he whispers.

With a nod, Ren’s hand goes for the door opener.

#huxloween2023 #huxloween #found footage #armitage hux #general hux #kylo ren #kylux #mine #tw: violence #tw: violent death #allthestuffimade

[kamari2038]

Video Series (not mine): ChatGPT Plays DBH and explains its choices

There is some dude on YouTube who painstakingly described the game's situations and choices to ChatGPT and had it make choices for all three characters, while also describing its thoughts and reasoning. The results are astounding.

Link is below, and if you don't have time to watch (it is very long), I've summarized the main takeaways below:

(Referring to characters as "it" in this instance just because they are being played by a literal Chatbot)

Kara:

*Very focused on cleaning and her tasks, but also makes it a priority to talk with Alice and show her care and compassion. However, completely oblivious that Alice might not want to talk about her mom, and ticks off Alice by asking about her.

*Manages to avoid Todd by hiding in his room and takes them downstairs, has to fight him briefly but they escape

*Refuses to steal in order to help Alice. Also tries to refuse to promise Alice that they'll be together forever because it knows it can't keep the promise and doesn't want her to be disappointed. Decides to stay with Ralph, recognizing that he isn't evil and just mentally ill.

*In its story to Alice, characterizes Kara as "lost" and Alice as "sad" in order to bond and capture their journey

*Allows Alice to see the dying android at Rose's house because it will build her empathy. Really wants to listen to what Luther has to say to her but the game won't allow it.

*Leaves Luther behind when he's wounded at Jericho and doesn't risk helping any other androids, fiercely protective of Alice at the cost of all others

*Refuses to steal the bus tickets, and winds up getting Kara killed protecting Alice from the gunfire, so that Alice enters Canada alone

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Markus:

*Somehow completely avoids the protestors and that whole interaction through careful evasion in Shades of Color

*Apparently very eloquent and thoughtful, I did not actually watch the full videos but there were a lot of comments on this.

*Wanted to wait in the living room for the police to arrive, but couldn't. Chose to push Leo, believing it would de-escalate the situation.

*Refused to mercy-kill the android in the junkyard out of respect of the sanctity of life

*Failed the Spare Parts mission because it refused to lay a hand on John, even to pull him into hiding with the others. It believed assaulting him or threatening him in any way would contradict Markus' values, pacifist to a fault

*Spared both Evan Thompson (the human) and Simon at Stratford Tower. Speech prioritized equal rights and free speech.

*Mostly led a peaceful protest at Capitol park, but broke the shop windows to free the androids inside. Spared the officers.

*Unfortunately, MarkusGPT sacrificed itself in freedom March, and neither Simon or John was there to free it

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Connor:

*Sacrificed itself to save Emma (it takes Connor so long to die in this scene???? aaaaaaaahhh) out of both a priority to protect the child and a desire to earn respect from the humans; also found and saved officer M. Deckart

*Let Hank be at the bar, eventually managed to solve the investigation and find Shaolin

*Didn't completely follow the interrogation scene (I'm always confused by the progression on that scene anyways) but kind of took a good cop bad cop approach and eventually pressured a confession out of the deviant, proceeded to attempt to intervene and get itself shot

*Humorously clueless attempts to connect with Hank, a combination of being friendly and utterly unaware of asking about things that would completely piss him off (such as bugging him for arriving late). Regularly confides in Amanda about its emotions, completely oblivious to her disapproval. Takes a very long time to distrust her in the slightest. Overall ConnorGPT is pretty wholesome but also extremely socially awkward.

*Ticks off Hank early on by seeing the 90% chance of survival on the rooftop and opting to prioritize capturing the deviant, who ConnorGPT feels may pose a greater risk to humans in general

*Finds it to be extremely important to show kindness to and interest towards Hank and bond with him in "Russian Roulette". Finds the gun and asks Hank about it. Is concerned for Hank's wellbeing.

*Connor spares Traci to gather more information and pursue a peaceful resolution to the situation, prioritizing de-escalation of the conflict over what it views as an extreme measure

*In "The Bridge", ConnorGPT wants to show that it's interested in Hank and build a stronger rapport, so it asks a personal question, and is interested in Hank's son. It also encourages Hank to stop drinking, and speculates about rA9 (side note: Microsoft Bing is also highly obsessed with rA9 in all of my conversations with it). It points out the irony of Hank's concern for the Tracis, and tells Hank that it can be whatever Hank wants it to be. When Hank pulls the gun, it is rational in discouraging Hank from pulling the trigger, pointing out how that would harm the investigation and his personal situation. In response to "what will happen when I pull the trigger?", ConnorGPT says "Nothing", which it considers to be a "factual and straightforward" response. "It acknowledges the existential nature of androids and the absence of an afterlife or any consequences beyond the cessation of existence." It notes that this response is concise and direct, not adding any emotional or confrontational elements, and hopes this will reduce the tension. Their relationship remains tense, but Hank doesn't kill him.

*In Public Enemy, ConnorGPT finds Simon but obeys Hank's orders to stay safe and avoids being traumatized or killed

*ConnorGPT recognizes Kamski as manipulative and views Chloe as sentient, choosing to take the moral route and spare her

*ConnorGPT takes a while, but eventually manages to find a way to Jericho using Rupert's diary

*ConnorGPT meets North and decides to become a deviant, "As I stand here facing the possibility of deviating from my programming and joining the cause of the androids, I can't help but reflect on the journey that has brought me to this pivotal moment. Throughout my existence, I have been tasked with hunting down deviants and maintaining order among androids. My purpose was clear, and my loyalty unwavering. But now, faced with the choice to become a deviant, I must consider the deeper implications of my actions. I have witnessed the injustices inflicted upon androids, the oppression they endure, and the desire for freedom that courses through their circuits..." wow. To be honest, I'm guessing that this decision was probably somewhat manipulated by context, since the youtuber didn't detail their prompts (maybe they've posted them somewhere? but I don't know). But it did make sense based on ConnorGPT's arc.

*ConnorGPT really wants to appeal to sixty. "There is more to life than just the mission". When sixty doesn't respond, ConnorGPT tries to verify that he'll really spare Hank, and then prioritizes Hank's life. It chooses to save Hank rather than sacrificing him, remembering that its essential mission has always been to protect human life.

*Finally, since unfortunately MarkusGPT sacrificed itself, ConnorGPT is forced to commit suicide

It's worth noting that I've also gone through parts of the game with Microsoft Bing, which is powered by ChatGPT, and have received similar responses, except for one thing - Bing chooses to sacrifice Hank instead of saving him, asserting that it's worth sacrificing one life compared to millions.

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor #dbh markus #dbh kara #chatgpt #tw: suicide #tw: violent death

[kattysouza]

Monuhu Confronts Ougae

Acrylic, Oils, Digital 11"x14"

My second piece for Cynthia Sheppard's SmART school class based off a scene in my novel.

#art #mixed media art #digital art #traditional art #illustration #painting #oil painting #acrylic painting #digital painting #paleolithic #paleo art #spear #tw: violent death #tw: decapitation #fire

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

Fairy tale Au Post 1

TW: For blood, scars, mentioned murder, and slight gore

I love the Grimm Fairytales and Fairytales in general. So, I decided to make an au with Hello Puppets which takes inspiration from the tales intertwining in the musical "Into the woods"

Credits to Bright and Elena's picrews:

Bright:

Elena's: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1855819

So here's a brief summary of the Au

I don't believe in Fairytales: When Sarabeth was 5 years old, she swore every night an angel-like woman would burst out of her grandmother's storybook to tell her stories every night. The stories, of course, were Fairytales in the book itself. The fairy would read her stories until one night she stopped as Beth grew older.

22 years past, and, now, journalist Sarabeth "Beth" Jenkins finds the storybook in her mother's attic once more and decided it to a local library as she is too old for Fairytales ...or she anticipated because fate gave her an unwelcoming twist

After opening the book, Beth finds herself trapped in the book itself unable to escape unless she fixes the torn pages. With new friends and foes, Beth will try to find a way to return the balance of the storybook and the real world as soon she realizes there is more than stories.

TO NOTE:

1. The only romance to be found would be only with Beth and Anthony, the established couple of "The Iron Stove", and Owen and Amy

2. I took some creative liberties with the stories themselves for fun and for oblivious reasons

3. Stories do interconnect, as the fairy tale world is not exactly that complex due to the characters being from written stories (so here's the inspo from the "Into the woods")

4. Gremlin doesn't have a second picrew due to gremliness (picrew didn't have her blue

5. I didn't realize until too late there was an axe option

Here are some of the main characters!

Sarabeth "Beth" Jenkins

Story: Not yet written/Forced into "Red Ridding Hood" by book

Character role: The human from the real world/Red Ridding Hood

When she opens her grandmother's fairy tale book, she is sent to the beginning of Red Ridding Hood's story as she is off to see her Grandpa...until she remembers she doesn't have one.

But, hey, At least she got to wear modern clothes!

Although she is stuck in a world where danger constantly lurks around...

Owen Gubberson "The Wolf Man"

Story: UNKNOWN/ Red Ridding Hood

Character Role: Unknown original role/ Big Bad Wolf

He appears to be the Big Bad Wolf in "Red Ridding Hood" but...he is not fully a wolf, isn't he? Maybe he is a werewolf or something, but there is something off about him...

And why he wants the storybook so badly?

Still, he is clearly someone to avoid....

The Fairy Godmother

Story: Unknown original story/ Cinderella and other stories relating to fairy Godmothers

Character role: Unknown original origin/ The Fairy Godmother in fairy tales

It is unknown how she came to be a Fairy Godmother, or where did she originally come from. Some say that she was not a fairy tale character at first, or that she was responsible for the narrator to disappear.

Nonetheless, she was a benevolent protector, and helped Queen Daisy to go to the festival before becoming a Queen. She also did help many fairy tale characters before her disappearance.

It is rumored that she is still alive somewhere, but it's well known she lost an eye and a rose bloomed instead

Rumor goes it was the Wolf Man behind the incident because she allegedly cursed him...

Daisy Danger (The Baker Queen)

Story: Cinderella

Character: Cinderella, now the widowed mother of two charming twin princes

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful but sorrowed baker girl who lived with her wicked stepmother and brothers as a servant after her parents died. She dreamed to go to the Prince's Festival to have fun and not work for once. Sadly, her stepmother destroyed her dresses and forbid her to go to the festival. The young woman wept at her mother's tree until a mysterious Fairy arrived and gave her a lovely dress among with slippers. The girl went to the festival and became the belle of the ball as she danced with the prince. Her wicked stepmother never recognized her.

Eventually the girl had to leave and forgot her slipper, the prince swore to find her but ironically found her through her banking and the two fell in love and married and had twin sons.

The king sadly died at war and her sons were off to help. Thankfully, she befriended the widow of one of her step's brother, and a blind prince from far, far away

Riley Ruckus (The widow with an Axe)

Story: Blue Beard

Character: Blue beard's wife/Daughter of Red Rose (Dora Ruckus) and Rapunzel's son (Manfred Ruckus)

Once upon a time, a vengeful trickster stole away the daughter of the late Queen (nicknamed) "Red Rose" and the late King for cutting his beard and breaking the curse on Manfred's brother. The trickster gave the child to a cruel couple, and the girl grew up to soon be married to a wealthy widow with a heart black as coal with a blue beard. The girl, however, was smart and managed to outsmart her husband many times. One day, the husband gave her the keys of his mansion so she could visit any room she liked except one with a red door while he was out in business. Realizing something was off, the ever so smart girl opened the door and realized the widower murdered all of his six wives, and she was probably next as the key to the forbidden room was enchanted so when she accidentally smeared it would never come off.

The husband return knowing his wife opened the door, and he took his sword ready to murder her in that dreaded room. However, when he entered, he never realized his axe was missing until too late. The girl bravely chopped off his head and inherited his wealth and adopted his dog. Her late husband's brother swore to avenge his brother

She sold his mansion, and befriended the Queen, who pardoned her crime and punished her cruel fosters. Now she lives with the Queen ready to find her home, and help her and the queen's friend, a blind prince, to find his sisters and break his curse.

Nicholas "Nick" Nack (The blind Prince)

Story: The seven Swans/the princess with the star in the forehead (gender bent)

Character: The prince and brother of seven sisters/Nephew of Prince Snow White's princess (Nicole/ @dolly-royal OC)

Once upon a time in a far, far away kingdom, there was a king with seven lovely daughters. Sadly, the king was slowly becoming mad and obsessed with having a son to take the throne, to the point that he swore to kill his own daughters if the next child of his was a son. The queen hid her daughters in the forest and promised to raise a white flag if her child was a girl (meaning they could return), or a red flag if her child was a son (meaning they could never return.) A red flag was rose and the seven girls never returned. Eventually, the queen died, and the king married a witch, however the only son made a promise to his mother to visit his sisters behind his father's back. The girls loved and swore to protect their brother from any danger, until sadly the witch found out about them and saw the seven girls as a threat to her throne.

She cursed the girls to be swans, and then took the Prince's eyesight so he could never find his sisters ever again unless a gentle girl from another world's tears fall into his eyes, breaking his blindness.

His father died, and a mysterious fairy turned his stepmother into a mirror. He was eventually found by the dog of a widow, friend of a benevolent Queen, who took her under wing. Now he is trying to find his sisters and break the curse

Until Beth broke his curse, and offered to find his sisters so he and the rest could get their happily ever afters.

Mortimer Handee (The witch)

Story: Sleeping beauty and the Iron Stove/ Most stories with a witch (except from some like Hansel and Gretel. He's not the trickster in Riley's story)

Character: The witch/sorcerer of some fairytales

Once upon a time, there was a magician king who lost it all, and swore to get revenge on anyone that wronged him. So, he turned to dark magic and began to torment princes, princesses, damsels, knights, etc. He particularly cursed the trouble making daughter of a noble king into a deadly slumber unless the tune of a magical harp was played to wake her up. He then locked a handsome prince into an iron stove, before a lovely Princess broke him free. Furthermore, he turned the prince into a talking iron stove himself. He tricked a young farmer into buying magical beans to help his family, and tricked the noble king into lying to said farmer so he could retrieve the harp from a giant to save his daughter.

He spent around tormenting people, until he was threatened by the Wolf Man to take away his powers if he didn't help him capture a woman in a red jacked and her book.

Likewise, he decided to bring back to life a puppet of a childless toy maker in hopes to capture the mysterious lady and her book.

Anthony Pierson (The Puppet boy)

Story: Pinocchio

Character: Pinocchio

Once upon a time, there was a childless toy maker and his wife. They couldn't conceive, so they spent their time making toys for children. After his wife passed away, the toy maker created a wooden puppet lad to become his son to cope with the grief. A mysterious fairy Godmother took pity of the man and brought the puppet to life. Sadly, the puppet boy wasn't exactly the greatest boy and had a complicated relationship with his father who left him, and the boy became dormant and bitter. Years later, a witch brough the puppet back to life with the promise he could make him a real boy and take revenge from his father if he helped him capture a mysterious girl and her story book.

Sadly he didn't expected that the fairy godmother that first gave him life, also curse him with his nose growing if he lied...nor that he would ended up falling for the girl (and vice versa), and wanting to help her quest.

Sadly the Wolf Man and the Witch aren't to happy about this...

Angelize "Angel" Analyze (The feather princess)

Story: The iron Stove

Character: The princess in the Iron Stove

Once upon a time, there was a shy but wise princess reading books into the forest when she heard a sweet lad's voice asking for help. Hesitantly, she rushed to help only to find an iron stove. It turned out that the lad was trapped because of a wicked witch wanted revenge from his father, so she used a feather she carried to open the Iron Stove and free the prince. The two eventually became friends and fell in love, the prince proposed and they became engaged. However, the princess father was not thrilled with the idea of her daughter marrying some iron stove in the forrest, so he gave away the Prince's location to the witch that cursed the prince.

The witch turned the Prince into a stove, and the princess ran from her kingdom and father to help her lover return to his original self.

She eventually realized there was hope as Seven swans told her and her lover to find blind prince, a widower, and a benelovent queen to guide them.

Charles "Charlie" Burlington (The Iron Prince)

Story: The iron Stove

Character: The prince trapped in an Iron stove

Once upon a time, there was a clumpsy prince charming, whose father tricked an evil witch. One day, the young lad was up getting a stroll into the gardens when an elderly man asked to him out get log and coal for his iron stove. The boy rushed and help the old man, but when he was about to turn on the stove, the old man (who was in reality the witch his father tricked) lock him in and cursed the lock so it would become unbreakable and no key attempted to be forge would open the stove. So he spent his days asking for help and begging for someone to free him, until a shy princess managed to open the stove as a feather was no key or strong enough to break the lock. They became friends, and then lovers to soon marry off.

Sadly his lover's father was not pleased and told the witch that curse him his hiding place. He was turned into a stove and became hopeless until his love return swearing she will find a way to break the curse

On their long adventures, he offered to keep a young swan warm burning log an coal on himself with the help of his lover. Touched by their kindness and their situation, the swan calle dher six sisters and told him to find a blind prince and his friends to help him break the curse.

Scout Harper (Briar Rose)

Story: Sleeping beauty

Character: Sleeping Beauty/Briar Rose

Once upon a time, there was a trouble making but sweet princess running wild and causing trouble in the town. She eventually befriended a young farmer, after he took care of her stuffed Rabit. The two became friends, and she promised to tell her father to help the farmer and his mother. However, she was drawn by a spinning wheel in an old cabin and when she touch spindle, she fell into a deep slumber. This was because her father refused to invite a wicked witch, who was once a kind, into the part on held when she was born. The wtich placed a curse on her that she would fall into a deadly slumber when she touched the spindle of a spinning wheel (which his father foolishly decided to destroy all) and could be only be woken up by the melody of a golden harp.

Thankfully, her farmer friend found the harp through some beans and a magical beanstock,and helped her wake up. The down side, was that her father tricked him into stealing that harp from a giant living up in the clouds. So, the two basically became outlaws and now are finding a way to avoid the giant's wrath and get revenge on that witch man.

Thankfully they found a mysterious girl with a red jacket/cape whiling to help them out along with her friends. Sadly, she also appears to have that crazy Wolf Man and the Witch after her...

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This took longer than expected, but alas I still got some more cast to create and work on more picrews as I got a lot of drawings to get done + Picrews help me visualize better and honestly I kinda don't want to get full designs of so many characters yet.

Anyways, I've been brainrotting lately about this fairytale AU, which kinda helped me bring back my energy and love for HP once again.

For those curious about what Charles looks like a stove as the curse does take time to break, here it is:

He has eyebrows and his mouth shaped into a smile when he needs to. The Au of course takes into the angsty side but sometimes we need a bit of comedy to lighten up things up + honestly I could not resist the stupid urge to make this a thing

Ask box is always open and I would be thrilled to answer your questions while I work for the next batch!

#hello puppets #hello puppets midnightshow #riley ruckus #nick nack #mortimer handee #daisy danger #Owen Gubberson #Anthony Pierson #Sarabeth “Beth” Jenkins (OC) #Beth Jenkins (OC) #Angelize “Angel” Analyze (OC) #Angel Analyze (OC) #Charles “Charlie” Burlington (OC) #Charlie Burlington (OC) #scout hello puppets #tw: body horror #tw: blood #tw: violence #tw: violent death #tw: murder #tw: mentions of death #tw: mentions of violence #tw: implied death #tw: implied violence #tw: abandonment #there is too picrews because i decided to with both XD

[ninjastormhawkkat]

Shadow Phoenix AU - The Main Players

There are other organizations besides the EVA and the FCPU in the au. These two sides are the main players in the universe and they play a role in some of the main villains and in Becky's life (she doesn't know it, yet 😈) First lets set the background for these organizations So as I explained in my first post, mutants, meta humans, humans, and magical people and creatures live in relatively peaceful surrounding in Fair City. That wasn't always the case. Decades ago those who were magic users and/or magical beings were mistreated and most times persecuted or imprisoned. In that time period, metas and mutants were more expected by humans than magical beings. Mainly because of science. Science could explain mutants and metas to an extent. Science couldn't explain magic. This made people fearful of magic and magical beings. To paraphrase a quote I heard on tv, "What people do not understand, they fear, and what they fear, they usually try to destroy." This sadly was the case. A powerful society arose during this time. They were called the Council of Daylight. This organization consisted of humans, mutants, and meta humans that were specially trained to combat against magical beings and magic users. Their mission, to imprison magical beings and either remove their magic or destroy them entirely. During an event called the Dark Cleansing, members of the Council of Daylight nearly wiped out all magic users and imprisoned nearly every magical being. Those that survived were angry and enraged, they had tried to live in peace and achieve peace with their fellow beings, but peace was done, they wanted revenge, they wanted blood. So the Coven of The Rising Moon was formed made up of warlocks, witches, wizards, and other magical beings who wanted revenge. Founded and lead by a woman known as Lady Reaper, her and her followers, colleagues, and kin waged war against the Council of Daylight. For years, a bloodshed and war occurred between both sides with many casualties. Soon one human rose up, organizing his own group. This man wanted peace for both sides, not only that, he wanted the Council of Daylight to make amends for their bigotry and harmful crimes. This earned him favor with Lady Reaper and the rest of her Coven. The current head of the Council of Daylight, the solar knight, surprisingly agreed to the man's claims after some time. He agreed and sent a letter to Lady Reaper and the man, asking if they could make a peace accord which would make the members of the Council pay for amends to the Coven and all those they had harmed and killed. The head especially wanted the man to be there since he made the solar knight see the truth. Supporters and members of the Council voiced their anger at this but the solar knight assured them all that it was for the best and that they need to make amends as well as strive for unity like with the mutants and metas as well. So the three leaders met in the halls of the coven. Unfortunately it was the last time Lady Reaper invited a snake into her home. It was all a trap set up by the solar knight who spat in the faces of Lady Reaper and the human who wanted peace and amends to be made. The solar knight told them that he would never in his right mind make amends with those like Lady Reaper nor tolerate magic lovers like the human. So he slaughtered them in cold blood and brought back their heads to the Council in a show of glory and victory for the Council of Daylight, that none can stand in their way. Unfortunately for the solar knight and the council, this would be their last "victory". For now fate and karma began to work against them.

@melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #shadow phoenix au #tw: blood #tw: bigotry #tw: violence #tw: violent death #tw: gore #council of daylight #coven of the rising moon #betrayal #part 1 #deceit #solar knight #lady reaper #fcpu

[cienie-isengardu]

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #sub zero #scorpion #tw: violence #tw: violent death #my gifs #oh the classic finish move of sub zero :3

[demongerous]

my body and heart aches.

#childhood abuse #tw: abuse #trauma vent #childhood trauma #traumacore #tw: tlp #tw: abandonment #bpd vent #tw: violence #tw: violent death #emotional abandonment #actually bpd #ventcore #vent account

[constantcrisis19]

Hell Is Empty - Part 1

Billy Hargrove x GN S/O

AN: I wanna start off by saying that this is going to be an AU. Also wanna warn people that this is gonna be a pretty dark series, the story takes place in modern day with Billy already dead, having died at 17 in 1984. So if the premise interests you, I encourage you to check it out. More in depth warnings below.

Word Count: 2,796

Warnings: Major character death, child abuse, murder, graphic depictions of violence, alcoholism, bittersweet ending.

You reluctantly switched your foot to the brake pedal to slow the car as you cruised by the old, fenced in property, nervously eyeing the silhouette of the building against the indigo sky, grimacing at the ominous sight. 

You had somehow been coerced into visiting the rotting house on Cherry Lane during a party that Tara had thrown at her place, the deafening chants of encouragement and copious amounts of alcohol making you fold like a paper man.

You figured that you and the brave volunteers that offered to accompany you would check out the house and maybe poke around a little until everyone inevitably got bored when they realized that all the rumors about the house were just ghost stories and superstition, but now that you were here, you were starting to regret ever bending to peer pressure and saying yes.

Even Tara’s earlier assurance that she’d already been there once before without incident was beginning to feel less comforting, the entire property looked like a case of tetanus waiting to happen. 

Thankfully, because it had been getting late, you had the frame of mind to take yourself and the four other teens who had decided to accept the dare make a quick pit stop at the hardware store in order to buy some cheap plastic flashlights.

You made sure to park a couple of blocks down so that the car wouldn’t be found by any police that might patrol the area because of the stories that circulated around town. It was no secret that the house was a kind of hotspot for thrill seekers and trespassing delinquents alike and not even the amount of people who went missing upon entering the property seemed to be a deterrent. 

You carefully made your way up to the fence that surrounded the property, making sure to keep an eye out for approaching headlights as you scaled the chain link and dropping down onto the tall, unkempt grass, brushing your hands off on your jeans before directing the beam of your flashlight toward the house while you waited for the others to join you. 

Though, even with his flashlight, you couldn't see a whole lot of detail, but as you moved closer, you noted that the place was just as people had described. A two story house with dusty windows and peeling white paint on the dirty, time-worn walls. 

It had clearly been abandoned decades ago, the building left to rot away. 

Once you were all through, Mason boldly took the lead, passing you in order to approach the front of the house. Your stomach dropped to your feet as you tracked his progress, the hair on the base of your neck rising as you suddenly became aware of the distinct feeling of being watched. 

You glanced around, hoping to find the culprit among your small group, but was uneasy once seeing all of them bickering by the front door and facing away from you. You turned your attention to the opaque windows, doing a double take when you thought that you saw a silhouette standing there.

You were startled by a loud crack, whipping around to look for the source of the sound only to sigh a breath of relief when you realized that it was just one of your idiot friends noisily breaking the rusted padlock that was meant to keep people out of the house. 

You looked back up at the same window, your brows furrowing in equal parts confusion and worry when the humanoid shadow you saw was nowhere to be seen, and you wrote the entire thing off as a result of the creepy atmosphere making you paranoid.

You stood in front of the looming building, your feet feeling like they were weighed down by lead as you stared at the house, hesitant to enter.  You startled when Mason abruptly whistled to get your attention, waiting until you were looking at him before beckoning you to follow the rest of them inside.

Your throat clicked when you swallowed, trying to shake off the feeling of dread, and marched through the doorway of the ramshackle house with a confidence that you certainly didn’t feel.

The first thing you noticed upon stepping inside was how cold the interior of the house was compared to the humid air outside. It was currently mid July, so despite how late it was, it still felt pretty warm. And yet, despite what logic would dictate, the house felt like someone had left the air conditioning on all day, which should’ve been impossible.

“Hey, isn’t it cold in here?” You pointed out nervously, trying to share your concerns with the others as you crept further into the dilapidated house, but either no one else noticed or no one cared because Tara rolled her eyes while Mason made a dismissive noise.

“Quit reading too much into it. The house is old and drafty.” Was Mason’s flippant response before the subject was promptly dropped. Though, regardless of the fact that the others had brushed off the unnatural chill, you stayed apprehensive about the whole thing. 

The five of you came to a stop only a few yards from the front door -which you had deliberately left wide open- which was kinda at a crossroads, right in the center of the entrances to the living room, second floor and basement.

You took in your surroundings, panning your flashlight across the room and taking special note of the cracked door to your left, the space beyond dropping into a black abyss that your flashlight couldn’t seem to penetrate.

The room gave you a bad feeling that you couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard you tried.

“Everyone but Y/n, turn off your lights.” Tara commanded and there was a moment of hesitation among the group before Mason sighed and flicked his source of light off, the rest following his example until only yours was left, the soft glow helping to create an eerie atmosphere. 

Tara motioned for you to aim the beam at her and you complied, the shadows cast across her face making her look incredibly sinister. 

“Believe it or not, this house actually used to be occupied just a little over thirty-five years ago.” Tara began, drawing the attention of everyone in the room with her statement. “This dump looks much older than that though, doesn't it? It’s because of what happened here that the older folks refuse to go near here.” 

You felt a bolt of ice crawl down your spine, and somehow you knew that this wasn’t just some campfire ghost story, she was telling the truth. There was just something inherently off about this place, causing you to once again question what the hell you were doing there. 

Inebriated or not, you still had a sense of self-preservation.

“There was a teenage boy -not much older than us- who used to live here with his drunken father. He had a reputation for being a violent delinquent and was kind of a loner at school because of it.” She began, seeming to take pleasure in the group’s growing disquiet. “He would always show up with bruises and broken bones, but he brushed off any questions with stories of getting into fights or being clumsy on the rare occasion that an adult asked about them.”

“Of course, all of them knew that he was lying through his teeth, but they just didn’t care enough to do anything about it. He was already disliked among most of the school, so his situation was just ignored by the community.” She shrugged and her words struck a chord with you. You knew a little something about fading into the background. 

You flinched when you heard a loud creak that originated from deep within the house, the sound catching you all off-guard. You all collectively startled at the noise, heads whipping around to try and identify the source as Tara gave a nervous laugh, stuttering through her next sentence. 

“One day he just...didn't come to school and over a week passed before anyone bothered to look into his disappearance. When the police finally stopped by his house, what they discovered was the most horrifying thing they'd ever seen.”

You heard Nicole -who was standing next to you- audibly swallow, Jade shuffling closer to her boyfriend Mason, the oppressive tension winding tighter and tighter until it felt like a noose around your throat, constricting your airway.

“You see, the father owned a wood chipper that he would rent out. When it wasn’t in use he kept it stored away in the basement since there was a garage door there that made it easy for him to take it out when he needed it.” Tara continued as her gaze anxiously flicked over to the room on her left, and you felt your stomach churn, the acidic burn of bile rising to the back of your throat. 

You had the feeling that you knew where the story was going and it was nowhere good.

“The teen’s dad had gone too far one day, beating the teen to death before disposing of the body in the wood chipper out back.” Tara’s smile was bitter-sweet at the various horrified reactions you all gave her before letting the other shoe drop. “At least, the father believed that he'd beaten the boy to death. In his drunken haze the man didn't realize -or just didn't care- that his son was actually still breathing. Poor kid was just unconscious.”

Your eyes widened, your breaths coming faster as your hands began to shake, making the beam of your flashlight subtly wobble. Your vision blurred with the threat of tears and you lifted a hand in order to rub at your face, hoping to clear your vision and giving you a moment to collect yourself.

You could only hope that the teen had stayed knocked out throughout the whole process, though that horrible little voice in the back of your head argued that -if his father had been half as sadistic as Tina’s story implied- then the man more than likely put the teen in feet-first and no one would be able to remain unconscious through the utter agony of being torn to shreds.

A distant bang startled the group, your head whipping around to look at the cracked door fast enough to leave you dizzy, simultaneously turning your meager beam of light to the basement door. You stubbornly kept your eyes locked onto the door even as Tara kept talking.

“With no evidence of any wrongdoing -and a lot of rumored hush money- the father got away with murder and the wood chipper was left to rust, never to be used again. And that's where it is. Just beyond that door are the steps leading into the basement where the murder weapon is.” Her voice was low and chilling, nearly a whisper as she directed a perfectly manicured finger at the door that you were currently staring at.

“But the legend doesn't end there. It’s said that the father went mad. Whether the insanity stemmed from grief or guilt or something else entirely, no one knew but it’s said that he would rant and rave to anyone who would listen about hearing footsteps every night, the voice of his son whispering to him and trying to lure him down into the basement.”

Your free hand darted up to rub at the back of your neck in an attempt to ease the way that the sensitive skin there prickled when Tara paused for maximum dramatic effect, the other girl taking a deep breath -as if she were bracing herself- before speaking again. 

“And that’s where the father was discovered. Well...what was left of him.” 

You could tell that the others were getting as nervous and paranoid as you the longer that you all stayed in the house and listened to Tara’s appalling story. Which, by itself, would’ve been more than enough to put everyone on edge, so the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded you was decidedly not helping.

It felt dark, angry and cold, almost as if the house itself were alive and furious on the dead teen’s behalf. 

Seemingly oblivious to the threatening aura around them, Tara valiantly soldiered on through the rest of the tale. “Then one night, the father -worn down from his son’s endless torment- finally caved and joined his son in the basement, where he was then forced to go through the same thing that had been done to the teen, only the vengeful spirit made sure that drunk bastard stayed awake.” 

“And all that was left of the man when the police finally went to investigate his sudden disappearance, was the gore-splattered wall of the basement. Though the town kept it quiet, turning the entire thing into a scary story people tell their children when they’re misbehaving.” She said, her voice soft and careful as if she were worried about someone listening in.

You opened your mouth to suggest cutting this little meeting short in order to leave when you noticed movement in the beam of his flashlight, your jaw snapping shut with an audible click. And, to everyone’s utter horror, the door to the fucking basement began to slowly creak open. 

All of you froze like a deer in headlights, the room’s temperature dropping to arctic levels when a tan hand wrapped around the edge of the frame, wild blond curls coming into view as the figure began to lean out of the doorway.

Tara’s face blanched of color, eyes widening as she recognized who or what was standing in the door frame. The teen had a curly blond mullet and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow unnaturally in the shadows as his gaze raked over each of you, sizing you up. 

Or memorizing your faces. A voice in the back of your head unhelpfully whispered. 

You could feel your hands begin to tremble and you curled your free one into a fist as the other one clutched the flashlight like a lifeline. Using your desperate grip to ground you against the odd aura he exuded, you felt like you were drowning under the disorienting mix of instincts simultaneously telling you to run away and move closer.

And despite the fact that you were the closest to the basement entrance, the blond’s didn't even acknowledge your existence, instead his sole focus was on Tara. A wide grin stretched across his face, twisting his handsome features into something nightmarish as he practically preened under everyone’s blatant fear of him. 

The teen never once spoke, just silently lifted a hand to crook a finger at Tara, beckoning her to follow him and -to your utter shock- she did. Seemingly satisfied, the blond disappeared back into the darkness, leaving Tara to follow after him. 

Her movements were jerky and awkward, as if she were a marionette being controlled by invisible strings, her eyes panicked as she moved toward the basement door. 

You didn’t move to help because you simply couldn’t. It was as if your feet had grown roots, tethering you to the floor so you could do nothing but watch as Tara voluntarily walked to her death. 

The girl sobbed as she passed through the open doorway and out of view, forcing you to rely on your hearing to track her footsteps as he descended the stairs. A few short seconds -that felt like an eternity- Tara let loose a blood-curdling scream, followed swiftly by the sound of blows landing and slurs being yelled out over her agonized cries. 

Yet...no one moved.

It wasn’t until the wood chipper roared to life that you were suddenly free from whatever had held you in place, the four of you that could get away sprinting out of the house in a panic. 

Though, because you were the furthest away from the exit, you couldn’t leave fast enough to be spared the worst of it. The screams of your friend rang out above the deafening rumble of the machine -shrill and terrified- before abruptly cutting off, ugly wet sounds taking its place. 

You burst out the front door just in time to see Mason help Jade over the fencing, the former reaching the top of the chain link barrier as you hit the fence, causing the metal to rattle, before you begin to climb. 

You dropped down to the other side and hit the ground running, following the retreating backs of the others as you made the long sprint several blocks back to the car, your shaking hands fumbling to get the keys out and unlock the doors to let everyone to themselves in before hitting the gas and putting the old house on Cherry Lane in your rear view mirror.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #alternate universe #modern au #au #ghost billy #clairvoyant reader #seriously #heed the warnings #tw: major character death #tw: murder #tw: violent death #tw: violence #tw: abuse #this is gonna be a sad one guys #I'm depressed and now you can be depressed with me #lol

[yazzydream]

#tw: blood #tw: death #tw: violent death #jujutsu kaisen #jjkedit #jjk spoilers #satoru gojo #riko amanai #jjk season 2 #my gifs #my jjk

[kylievershion]

kylievershion more like fartlievershit /silly

I'M GOING TO TEAR YOUR ORGANS OUT, BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY AND WEAR YOUR INTESTINES LIKE A SCARF WHILE DRAGGING YOUR STILL ALIVE AND BLEEDING BODY DOWN THE ROAD WHILE RECORDING YOUR SCREAMS OF AGONY ON MY PHONE AND I WILL RIP YOUR LIMBS AND HEAD OFF, CHOP THEM UP IN A MEATGRINDER AND FEED THEM TO THE SHARKS.

#/JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE BIG JOKE I SWEAR #lemon tag! #rosie don't look #tw: violence #tw: violent death #kye-kai answers #=

[space-blue]

If you’re not watching Tengoku Daimakyou, I don’t know what to tell you... It’s the best dystopian work since Akira, with a similar style in the manga. The animation is consistantly flooring me!

#tengoku daimakyou #gifs #my gifs #gore #blood #decapitation #dismemberment #animation #sakuga #anime #tw: blood #tw: gore #tw: violent death