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norel-ravenclaw · 7 months

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The Haunted Mansion

Ikepri AU - Part 1

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: All 13 plus allusions to unknown new trio

Genre: Paranormal Tragic Romance

Rating: 14+

Word count: Part 1 - 3400

Description: Ikepri Haunted Mansion AU - The regional princes have had an awful time getting servants to stay at their grand manor. A young woman takes the job and quickly discovers why no one else applied. Despite the strange occurrences, she finds home and even love among them. But tragedy seeks to cut short the possibility of a happy ending. Be warned, this is a story for those who like a twisted sort of satisfaction.

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An axe swung, and an axe dropped.

A staircase, and a duel he never wanted to be fought.

A lantern dropped onto wood that had rotted.

A poisoned bottle, long forgotten.

A window, and a grave for two.

A chandelier, and a dagger for two.

A noose taken down before being used again.

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This is the woeful tale of the haunted mansion.

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Once upon a time, there was a grand, old castle.

This place was built ages ago on the outskirts of a small town, at the edge of the hills where nothing else could be built.

Here, at the edge of town, the once small cemetery grew larger over the centuries, eventually encroaching on the property of this magnificent estate. And so, one knows they are nearing the place when they start seeing tombstones. Once you enter Crypt Avenue, you've just about arrived.

Ancient legends tell of the great Lords of this château. A warmonger, a cold prince, a powerful soothsayer, and a terrifying genius. Each met with mysterious and violent ends.

With the passing of the last of the Von Obsidian heirs, the estate went up for sale. It was purchased by the wealthiest young lord of the region, one Mssr. Rhodolite. Its management was eventually passed to his second son, one Chavalier Michel.

He was a tactical genius and a warrior. And he claimed the entire region for himself, uniting it under his rule. He became a prince, and the grounds were soaked with blood.

167 of the deaths were particularly brutal, so the rumours went. Assassins and politicians that never left the grounds of the palace, men and women alike. The size of the cemetery grew.

But the years had warped all of the rumours such that no one knew for certain what had transpired.

Either way, the place left a haunting feeling in all who entered it. As it did with a lovely young woman named Emma.

The woman came to apply as a maid, responding to an ad in the paper. She was the only one to reply.

When she arrived at the imposing, elegant estate, she was greeted by a strict yet equally elegant man with a pair of glasses and a snake skin coat.

"Welcome. You have come to serve the young lords of this estate? The Princes de Rhodolite are the half-blood sons of my former employer." With a bittersweet smile he said, "You could say my soul is bound to this place because of them."

He invited her into the entry hall, where she gazed in awe upon treasures of centuries past. A grand chandelier, austere paintings of extraordinary lifelike quality, chalices, and suits of armour.

The butler left to make tea, and in the silence, distant gusts of wind sounded like voices hushedly whispering in a labyrinth of halls.

Then through the silence broke a steady sound - the tap of a cane.

However, the man that emerged from around the corner had his hands full with the tea set.

Miss Emma's first impression of him was much like the feeling of meeting a friendly dog wagging its tail. He was blonde and handsome, his nearly goofy grin tempered by the sharpness in his azure eyes.

"Ah! So you've really come to join us here? I'm so happy! You're so lovely, mademoiselle! My name is Rio, and I will take care of everything you need!"

She blushed and chuckled at his eagerness. "I am excited to be here in such a beautiful place," she said with a smile.

Beaming, he guided her to a room like an indoor garden. The most beautiful of flowers bloomed all around. Little wolfsbane and and hemlock and creeping vines. They chatted over tea and the blond gentleman seemed more enamoured with every word she said.

Partway through their cups, a brunette peeked in the doorway. His smile made his golden eyes narrow charmingly.

"So someone finally applied for the job, hm? I hope you can keep all of the beasts in line around here. It won't be easy."

She marveled a little at his grace as he swept into the room, leaning his arms on a vacant chair. "Beasts, monsieur?"

"I'm Leon. My brothers and I have a bit of a reputation, let's say." He offered a smirk that did indeed invoke the image of a grinning lion.

"So I've heard. Well, I hope that my work will be able to allow you all the time to be happy," she replied shyly.

His eyes widened, and he broke out into hearty laughter. "Ya know, I have little doubt of that, miss." Ruffling her hair, he laughed again before leaving the room in just as much a whirlwind as he'd come in on.

Rio chuckled fondly. "Master Leon is a good guy. I think you'll like him."

She smiled. "I do too."

When her cup was empty, the attendant - Mr. Noir - appeared and walked her to her room. They passed countless paintings, all from different eras. All with such lifelike faces, despite the many artists and styles.

As they turned a corner, a pair of red eyes suddenly appeared in her path, drawing a scream.

"Whoops, sorry there."

Beside the burgundy-eyed man was another blond, in full disapproving pout. "Jin! Don't go scaring people like that!"

Jin smirked. "What, did I startle you too, Evie?"

The shorter blond sniffed and looked back to her. "And who is this, Sariel? Don't tell me you of all people found a paramour?"

Emma squeaked a little, flushing red. Jin and Mr. Noir's smiles turned beastly.

"Oho, you sly devil. You finally stole someone's heart rather than their soul, did you?"

The butler chuckled, answering simply, "This is Miss Emma. She will be working here from tomorrow."

"Ah, a new maid, hm? Well, if you ever get lost, or get in trouble with ghosts, or just lonely, feel free to come find me. I'll make you forget all your troubles by morning~"

"Oh hush, you deviant! Now then, you." The imperious blond stepped squarely in front of her. "I am Yves Kloss. And I expect the best quality of service. No slacking off, you understand me?"

"Y-yes, sir. I'll do my best."

And with that he nodded and marched away, his amused older brother following behind leaving a wink to the new girl.

Her mind, however was still caught up on what Jin had mentioned. About ghosts?

Mr. Noir continued on, and the air seemed to chill after leaving the boisterous men behind. The candle light seemed dimmer, the windows fewer. Her mind wandered to old stories.

Nervous by the silence and oppressive atmosphere, she asked, "Did the old lord Obsidian really kill his own family in the dining hall?"

"It has always been a lively place," was the man's enigmatic answer.

She shivered, confused and concerned by his evasive answer. "It feels like there is so much tragedy around here."

"Just so. It is said that 987 poor souls are bound to the place. Many were the victims of the first five owners - the warlord from the far east, the cold prince, the mysterious soothsayer, and the trampling beast."

Their footsteps echoed through the empty halls.

"However, the rest of the spirits on the property actually belong to townspeople from the cemetery just beyond. Ancient spells and curses drew their wandering, earth-bound spirits across the burying fields to this castle to wander and moan."

The dark haired man stopped, his violet eyes glinting. "Rumour has it that every night for centuries, a ball is held by the captive spirits in the many ballrooms and dining halls."

She stared at him, her heart pounding, thudding nearly painfully in her chest. "Haha, my what imaginative rumours."

The devilish attendant chuckled darkly. "They are most intriguing, no? Good evening, miss. Rest well."

He walked away, leaving her alone, facing the door to her room. When a voice came from her other side, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Aww, did that mean old snake scare you with his ghost stories? Come here, I'll comfort you."

Her heart racing, she looked to see a man with pale grey hair leaned casually against the wall a few doors down. He smirked, slinking closer and holding out a hand.

"I'm Nokto. You look like you need some air."

"That might be nice," she confessed, tentatively taking his hand.

He smiled a fox's grin, his ruby eyes glinting in satisfaction. Pulling her close, he hooked her arm in his.

He led her down the hall and around a few turns until they reached a broader pass through with tall windows.

"It will be so nice having a woman around. You'll take good care of us, won't you?"

Despite his airs, Miss Emma looked to him and immediately saw a man masking loneliness. And so she smiled.

"Of course I will."

Surprised by her earnest reply, his smile turned somewhat softer. Through only for a moment.

He suddenly froze in place, his entire demeanor turning to ice in an instant. "Licht..."

Following his gaze, she looked to see a man silhouetted in the window up ahead. He too had silvery grey hair; a sort of exhausted tension was etched in his posture.

Nokto dropped her hand and moved as though to block her view. "Don't you dare do anything to him, you hear me? Don't talk to him, don't ask him questions, don't try to get to know him. You'll only send him deeper into hell. If you do anything to hurt him, I'll make your life hell."

Shocked and unnerved by his sudden change and threat, she nodded and bolted to run away from him.

However, the labyrinthine halls betrayed her, and within moments, she was lost. Rounding a corner trying to go back the way she'd come, she collided with someone.

"Oh dearie me, what have we here? A fair maiden throwing herself into my bosom, hm?"

Startled, she looked up to see the gleaming golden eyes of yet another noble man. Though she could tell that his mischief was of a different sort than of the man she'd just fled.

"Never fear, missy. I'll protect you from everything that stalks these halls - brutal beasts, vengeful spirits, lurking assassins. You just let Clavis take care of you, pet~"

With every word, his grin became more like the Cheshire cat's. Offering a forced laugh, she tried to back away.

Another man's voice interrupted her plans to escape.

"You there. Maid."

She caught a glimpse of the troublemaker's expression twist before looking back. A handsome man with an imposing aura glared at her from behind a desk in an elegant office. He stood, moving swiftly to the doorway with a hand on the sword at his hip.

"You will not humour their mischief," the blond ordered menacingly. "If you dare get in my way or keep us from our duties, I will not hesitate to remove your traitorous self from this estate."

Her heart pounded in her chest. "I-I wouldn't dream of-"

A flash of silver was her only warning of the sword coming to rest at her throat. "See that you don't. Our responsibility to this region far outweighs the importance of a careless simpleton's life."

Dizzy with fear and confusion, the woman's patience finally snapped. "Now see here! I can understand that you don't want a silly girl running around flirting and causing problems. But you have to right to assume who I am or to threaten my life! I came here to serve you, and that is what I am going to do. Good night!"

With this bold declaration, she turned on her heel and marching down the hall. She did not see the stunned expression on the face of the man called the Brutal Beast, but she did hear the raucous laughter of his younger brother.

As she hurried away, the sound became distorted and echoey the further away she got.

Heart racing, hopelessly lost, confused and discouraged, she stopped in the middle of yet another hall. The portrait of a trio of haughty looking women seemed to mock her, Clavis' distant laughter nearly seeming to come from it.

A quiet voice finally cut through the shadows encircling her heart.

"Hey, you alright?"

She turned around to see a tall man with red hair and sympathetic green eyes.

"Was Chev being an ass?"

Unsure of how to reply, she remained silent, and he chuckled sardonically. "That's a yes. I guess all of them were, huh?"

He slowly approached her, as though she were a frightened wild rabbit. Smiling, he placing a large hand on the top of her head.

"It's okay, I'll protect you. Come on, I'll help ya calm down, okay?"

Tired and ready to surrender, she simply nodded, following him to his room. The long journey and emotions caught up with her fully, and she ignored all protocol to sit on the edge of his bizarrely diagonal bed. He plopped down beside her and heaving a sigh.

"Say, I'm Luke."

"I'm Emma."

"Come 'ere. You can lean on my shoulder if ya like." She did instantly, and he chuckled. "You're gonna be fine. You'll see. I get the feeling you belong here."

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The first birdsong of the dawn cut through the silence enough to rouse her. Miss Emma stirred slightly, nearly succumbing to sleep again as she awoke in the most comfortable and safe coziness she'd ever felt.

But the sight of a shock of red hair and sensation of strong arms around her finished the job.

With a gasp, she tried to sneak out of his embrace, but the movement woke him.

"Mm? Oh, hi. You okay?" he asked groggily.

Still trying to get her bearings, she blinked. Concerned, he propped himself on an elbow.

"Don't worry, I would never hurt you."

His gentle reassurance sent her heart racing. "What? Oh, I didn't mean... Didn't think that... No, I-I'm sorry. I just didn't mean to fall asleep."

He smiled, the pale rays of dawn painting the moment like a sepia watercolour. "You're not scared of me? Good. 'Cus it was really nice to hold you. Like a soft teddy bear."

And now, the last of sleep fled her. "R-right. Well. I should get going. I can't be late for Mssr. Noir."

Jumping up, she rushed to the door, suddenly pausing. "Thanks for taking care of me last night."

"No problem," he smiled.

And she rushed to find her room. Miraculously, she did. When she opened the door to see her new quarters, the first rays of dawn lit it such that the place did not seem so dark and imposing. Ah yes, this could the be start of something wonderful, she was at last convinced.

She donned her maid uniform and reported to Mr. Noir. The drills of her training began at once.

As she served the lords their breakfast (with the exception of Prince Chevalier, who rarely deigned to rise before ten am) the devil-like gaze of her master kept her back rigid, every move of her hands scrutinized.

Seeing her tension, Leon threw her a subtle wink, which gave her the boost needed to endure the first day of grueling training.

She followed Mr. Noir around through his duties. Waxing the floors, washing the linens and silks, cleaning the endless windows, dusting and dusting and dusting and dusting.

When it was time for supper to be prepared, she stood politely to the side while Mr. Noir approached two of the cooks.

What she was not prepared for was for him to pull a whip from under his coat, cracking it just shy of their backs. Their scream of shock was accompanied by hers.

She clapped her hands over her mouth, watching in horrified fascination as her master faced them down.

"Supper preparation was to have begun fifteen minutes ago," said the smiling devil.

"Ah! Y-yes, Monsieur! We're terribly sorry!"

"We lost track of the hour. It won't happen again!"

They swallowed hard as he caressed the long leather line. "See that it doesn't. Or I'll have you cleaning crypts rather than dishes."

Terrified, the men bowed several times as they hurried towards the kitchens.

Mr. Noir glanced back towards Miss Emma, his violet eyes glinting with dangerous mirth. He slowly approached her, still toying with the whip in his hands. She froze, holding his gaze nervously as he brought the handle to tilt up her chin.

"You needn't look so frightened," he teased. "Simply remember that I favour obedience, hm?"

She nodded a little frantically, and he chuckled. "Good girl~"

And so she dutifully fulfilled her responsibilities until the clock's hands teased towards twelve.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, she plodded through the halls towards her quarters. But, through the haze of her tired mind, a strange sound reached her consciousness.

The faintest echoes of voices and music drew her from her thoughts.

Stopping in her tracks, she listened, and determined that yes, she most definitely heard a party happening. Not recalling any news of this, she moved towards the sound in curiosity.

Traversing the winding halls, at last, the grand doors of one of the small ballrooms came into view. By then, she could hear the melody of a familiar old song and smell the feast the many partygoers were enjoying.

Just as she reached for the doorknob, the tap of a cane made her look over her shoulder.

When a voice came from her other side, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Now what is a little rabbit doing wandering my mansion so late?"

Into the hall stepped a handsome young man with one blood red eye and an eyepatch over the other.

His smile was alluring, too intense, yet intriguing.

Seeing her alarm, he grinned. "Aww, did that mean old snake scare you with his ghost stories? You look frightened out of your mind."

Remembering her manners, she hastily curtsied to him. "So you are the owner of the manor? You must be the eldest son then. It is a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur."

His expression shifted into something unreadable as he stepped closer. Almost too close.

"Welcome, little bunny. I'm ever so pleased you made it. Come, let me show you around your new home."

She nodded and started behind him, entirely forgetting the party she had come to investigate due to the absolute silence.

The steady tap of his cane resounded through the halls as he guided a short tour of the wing. At last they reached a balcony at the end of the hall.

He led her to the railing to lean against it. Smiling all the while, he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I look forward to getting to know you better. As a token of goodwill from your new master, allow me to share with you my secret."

She held her breath in surprise as he removed his eyepatch. A beautiful blue added to his eclectic look. "Now that you know my secret, you can never leave~ Welcome home, my dear."

The sight of his gleaming blue eye began to swirl in her vision with the blood red. Gripping the railing in alarm, Emma suddenly felt her knees give out, just registering him catching her.

He smiled down at her as she passed out in his arms.

His step was lively as he carried her to her back to her room, laying her on the bed. He kissed her brow. "You belong to me now, little rabbit."

Smiling broadly, he left the room, locking it behind him.

The trampling beast was satisfied at long last.

To be continued.

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yukirayu · 11 months

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Towa’s Hair Color, and the Change Thereof (in Taku’s Route)

Here's yet another meta that connects Maya's influence on Towa with Taku's own influence on the younger man. This time, Towa's appearance takes center stage (for the most part) in this poorly-constructed analysis; though I did briefly discuss it in a previous meta. Do bear with me.

No one's denying that Towa looks almost exactly like his mother. But inheriting her appearance has mostly been a curse on him. While he forgot about Maya after she died, the trauma she heaped on him had reached its peak by then.

And so, his personality changed, with his experience in Euphoria causing his masochism and his promiscuity to manifest. At some point, it also caused him to be more temperamental.

That stage of his life was also defined by him bleaching his hair.

It's easy to assume he did that just because. He was in his more rebellious phase, and most unruly teenagers tend to dye their hair just to make clear their desire to not conform to anything or anyone.

In this case, that may only partly explain Towa's decision to dye his hair.

Once again, he looks a lot like his mom. But even in the depths of his subconscious, he hates that very idea. And he was still young back then. He had yet to grow as numb as he is at present to whatever is haunting him but he could never truly recall.

Back then, he could have looked at himself in the mirror and felt a greater sense of unease at his reflection as the afterimage of *that woman* comes close to manifesting in full in his eyes.

So he may have felt that he had to change something about his looks.

He didn't feel the need to mutilate his face until *after* he remembered Maya. Before that, she was a forgotten memory, even in his younger years where his trauma was still fresh and raw.

And so, he may have sought to change only the color of his hair.

It had been at least a few years since he last bleached his hair up to the timeline the game takes place in. It's why only the edges of his hair remain bleached.

This could represent the identity crisis that he doesn't know he has.

Whether he regains his memories or not, his mother's abuse and what she desired for him still has left a bad seed that can bloom into something beautiful yet undoubtedly ominous - as shown best in Fujieda's Madness ending.

He knows who he is... but he also doesn't.

He never really faces his past in Taku's route but he still gets hints about it. He doesn't remember the gory details, but there is still even a teensy bit of closure to be had by Taku confirming to him that his home life was wrought with problems.

And as I had mentioned in yet another meta, Taku's presence in his life slowly smothers Maya's own. Maybe it won't completely go away, but it would still be weakened and shoved into a lonely and dark corner where its cries will soon fall on nothing but deaf ears.

This means that there are now parts of his past that he's subconsciously at peace with (more or less), as shown in a scene near the end of Taku's route.

To recap, Towa didn't want to remember his childhood since the sight of even a single relic of that time had his mind warn him to stop while he was ahead.

Yet when shown a picture of himself in his youth, of when he was still his mother's prisoner, he didn't feel any dread. Not even a slight pang of discomfort. At most, he only muses that if he was a sweet and quiet boy back then, he had long since grown out of that.

But the irony is that by the time he and Taku see each other again after spending a year apart, Towa had become that young boy again, in a way. He's still Towa, but he regains a semblance of the innocence that had been robbed from him when he was still Haruto.

This shows in how his hair grew long, with the bleached tips now gone. He looks more reminiscent of his younger self. Even though this technically would also have him resemble Maya more, it never becomes an issue.

He didn’t consciously grow out his hair - though he joked that he did for Taku to see how long he had waited. Even then, it’s not purely an aesthetic choice that he now has that kind of hairstyle.

This, plus his change of wardrobe to one of lighter and softer material and color, demonstrates that while Towa’s still the person we know him to be, that Taku knows him to be, he’s not exactly the same anymore, albeit in a positive way. Like a child, he openly seeks affection, more openly expresses his affection, is happy to live in domestic bliss with Taku and acts spoiled as a way to both dote on Taku and be doted on by him.

In a way, it mirrors how the scene where Towa and Fujieda splash water at each other whilst on the ocean as a means of getting to reclaim a moment of innocence they never got to have or share, given what they've been through.

Even when things play out differently with Taku, Towa can still let loose a little more. He can act childish but in an undoubtedly devoted manner. Because he can love and feel completely safe in someone's arms, which he never got to truly have back then but can do so now.

He can reclaim a part of himself from when he was Haruto, he can look more like his younger self - and consequently, his mother - and it wouldn’t add any weight onto his heart.

For Taku, it’s all more than worth it.

#slow damage #fen writes meta

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vivisection-and-vampyrism · 3 months

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Home Sweet Home part six

Content Warnings: Abusive Relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Drug Use, Blood Drinking, Fictional Bigotry, Brief Homophobic Language, Discussion of Trauma Including: Sexual, Religious, Emotional, and Physical Abuse, Past Injury/Amputation, Vampire Taxidermy, Vampire Whumpee, Human Whumper

Note: Home Sweet Home Wednesdays are back on! Have some, um, Falkner being a creep.

After all its stress over trying to win over Falkner's newest captives while still staying the favorite, October felt it deserved some reward for its trouble.

Thankfully, Falkner was much in the same mind, and decided this was a good evening to cuddle and watch a movie.

They curled up on the sofa together, Van Helsing (2004) playing at a low volume on their television. It was one of their favorite movies, despite the wild inaccuracies in how it portrayed vampires. Mostly because it was gory bisexual eye candy filled to the brim with murder, cleavage, and supposedly straight characters who acted like utter fags.

Falkner undid the brace of his prosthetic leg and set the false limb aside. He rubbed the spot where it attached, over where his knee used to be, a look of pain etched on his face.

"Are your ghost pains screwing you up again?" October asked, pretending to be concerned. It didn't really understand how an amputated limb could still cause pain, especially with the quality of modern medical care.

"They always are," Falkner groaned. "That mother fucking leech…"

October's mouth quirked a small smile. "If I had been that vampire, I would have killed you outright. None of this crushing every bone in your leg business."

Falkner offered the stuffed head above his mantelpiece a sideways glance, more amused than pained now. "Then you're smarter than he was, my angel."

"Not smart enough." October laid its head on Falkner's lap, baring its throat in a submissive gesture. "Or else I wouldn't be here, now would I?"

"You still don't trust me, angel?" Falkner ran his fingers through October's purple hair, as though it were some kind of lap cat. "I'm hurt. And after all I've done for you…"

October knew Falkner was teasing, or else it wouldn't dare respond honestly. But this was all part of their little game. Going back and forth verbally for awhile, neither of them actually caring for the movie they had seen thirty times over.

"Yes," October drawled. "Because holding me captive and sticking me in the sun anytime I complained was sure to earn you my trust. How silly of me."

"Your complaining often consisted of trying to break my neck. So I think my methods of self defense against an apex predator such as yourself were justified."

"Oh yes, totally justified. The same way that going weeks between feeding me and only allowing it when you need a hit of vampire venom is."

"It's your lucky day, then. Because I'm in need of some pain relief, angel."

Falkner scratched October behind its ears, eliciting a purr. He had always enjoyed the sound. A low rumble from deep inside October's chest, rising and falling along with its breathing. So much like a domestic cat.

"What, no more complaints?" Falkner asked. "Is the promise of blood enough to stopper that vicious forked tongue of yours? And here I was beginning to enjoy our little spat."

"Oh, I have plenty more to complain about." October grinned at him. "You're a cruel master, and it can't be denied."

"Ah, so the vampire with the blood of thousands on its pretty little hands thinks I'm the cruel one. At least I let you live. You can't say the same of your victims."

"Harsh words, considering the only reason you didn't crop off my head and stick it on your walk was because you liked keeping me chained to your bed. Admit it, you found raping a vampire more thrilling than desecrating a corpse."

"And lucky for me," Falkner said, trailing his fingertips over October's jawline, "I managed to capture the most beautiful vampire I've ever seen… What hunter wouldn't want you chained to his bed? I know none of my friends ever missed out on an opportunity to get you in such a vulnerable position."

There was a time when those words would have disgusted October. When it would have considered it a humiliation to be defeated and dishonored by a human.

But now its main coping mechanism was to find whatever anjoyment that it could, blocking out natural shame or fear. The silver collar around its neck was enough of a reminder to behave.

No chains necessary. Not anymore.

"And who can blame them?" it asked silkily. "As you can tell, I'm incredibly attractive. But are you sure that's a good enough excuse to take me thrashing and screaming? Why, if I were human, I doubt your excuses would hold up in court."

"Shame you aren't. After all, vampires aren't legally recognized as people. Even animal cruelty laws don't apply. You used your immunity from our laws for so long, getting away with murdering and tormenting innocent humans… How does it feel to be on the other side of the issue?"

October couldn't help but laugh. Maybe this really was some kind of retribution. After all, the truly evil were supposed to enjoy full sinful lives, that way they could be punished by God to the fullest extent possible.

Only the good died young, and October had gotten very old indeed.

But who could have guessed that it would have ended up here? Centuries ago, when it was hung by a Christian mob for the sin of having been born. Ishraq, it had been called back then. A dhampir conceived of rape who never had a chance.

Falkner was right. He had to be. October's life had always gone in cycles of suffering then lashing out and inflicting suffering on others.

Maybe it had never crawled out of its shallow grave to enact its revenge on its murderers.

Maybe this was hell.

"You win," it said, faking light heartedness as it sat up and threw its arms around Falkner's shoulders. "My arguments have run out. You may now enjoy your two hours of peace before I concoct some new ones."

"Perfect timing. I have a better use for your mouth…" Falkner ran his thumb over October's lip. "Bite me."

October didn't need to be told twice. It sunk its fangs deep into Falkner's wrist, and released a good strong dose of venom as soon as the taste of blood met its tongue.

Falkner let out a contented sigh, leaning back on the couch. He slowly stroked October's hair as it fed.

After weeks of starvation, it took all its self control not to drain Falkner dry. But it was a good pet. And good pets didn't murder their owners while being shown a kindness.

Their symbiotic relationship favored him in so many ways, and drug induced euphoria was one of them, even if it meant waking up dizzy from blood loss.

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faust-bite-archive · 4 months

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@yanderepuck dared me to share after I kept talking about it for days but happy new years! here to start it off is my most messed Faust NSFW HCs.

TW: dark content in general? , I use gender neutral terms when referring to an MC, necro,Non-con,yandere,torture as a kink

please take my warnings seriously this is a horror concept and not suitable for anyone squeamish

TLDR context: I have a modern AU where everyone lives in an apartment together in a run down small town. Everyone is stuck in that close proximity. Does include the castle trio.

To start Modern AU!Faust gets off on horror films for my AU. Horror, gore, even certain thrillers. This expands out to him having a fetish for blood, necro, and sexual torture. (Hence the tw)

Saw is how he found out. Babies first gore awe. He got horny in the movie theater and realized he accidentally unlocked something.I'll say it was during a re-showing of the first one. The cutting off the foot did things to the man. He had the fetish version of self discovery. And then pretty soon nothing is gory enough for him so he has to do it himself. I know he was already doing autopsies but now they have this extra little messed up layer to them. hehe. His idea of a romantic lighthearted film is Rob Zombie's movies. (they do make a fun date night idea Ngl. Id swoon personally)

Later on the mansion boys inviting them over for a movie night in Comte's apartment and its gorey and Faust is now bricked up at the sleepover :D Vlad knew what it was going to be too and has been laughing about it. Faust needed to cover himself the whole time. Pillow or MC over his lap.

with MC around for it though he can spend the whole time grinding or even better cock-warming in them. He gets harder the more he watches the film. The more gore the harder he is. If you like skirts then wearing that for even easier access. Or if not then a blanket does the job too. The room is dark so you would be mostly hidden anyway. unless you want them all to see how depraved you are? How each character dying isn't scary or horrifying anymore because Faust has you now trained you to be just as depraved and sick as he is. How shameful every little thrust feels as everyone in the room judges you both for getting off to this. Having it lean into public humiliation for MC. Faust doesn't care. He enjoys this. He enjoy's it more in that situation really.

To push the media being a main engagement an MC as a gamer and cock-warming him as one plays these games. Being actively scared and tensing up. Not as intense as the movies or his lab but could very well get him going. Playing outlast or resident evil as foreplay really.

Now back to him using his autopsies immorally. He starts off normally. He really does. He doesn't want this to mess up his research. He tried to suppress it and it worked for maybe a week or so. But that scalpel glides through skin too appealing now.It was too smooth feeling. The feeling of the insides arise a lot of initially shameful feelings in him. The human body, especially a dead one, is sacred. Quickly pushing that aside MC is now needed a lot through his lab time until he can calm down a bit about this. Plot-twist he does not calm down. Taken this does not mean isn't thinking about what your insides feel like now. He would love to see what alive warm wiggling organs feel like in his hands. His hands over your stomach as he thinks about it. Pressing down hoping to feel anything. He keeps using this fantasy as a way to "dirty talk" Even if he won't do it he wants to hear you beg to not give in....or even you could try to play into it. Talk about wanting to feel his scapel sink into you. Engage in some knife-play that might be leaning way too close to near death experiences. Let him carve his name into you as his. He can watch how your blood flows. If you really trust him then you'd let him cut you open to inspect and feel your insides. All of you belongs to him anyway right? It might be risky but he seems to happy to be thrusting into you as he plays with your organs.

As like a darker outcome I can see him doing non-con with these fantasies. Wanting to see MC actually beg. He would love to see how these recent developments can alter your blood. As you grow more and more fearful do you taste different? Do you taste better even?

Sure you don't leave much anymore now with these scars from him slowly giving into his fantasy. If it somehow came down to it he would end up being very Little Piece of Heaven. I don't see him purposely killing you like the video but if you do die by outside forces then how could he pass up this prime chance to give into himself? He tried to never sink this low but you two were together anyway. So it really wasn't that bad right? He's just honouring your relationship by preserving your body for his sexual needs. He can get so deep now too...even able to make and fuck into the new holes before sewing them back up as his own form of aftercare. You really did make the perfect sex doll for him to use in his lab. He more likely didn't consider necro often like stated or maybe at all honestly. But he can't stop now that he's started. He will use your lifeless form until you are beyond repair. The body has to be unusable and then he'll stop...on you anyway.

thanks for coming to my tedtalk

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikemen games #cybird ikemen #ikevamp faust #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp hcs #tw: noncon

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kaythetrashcan · 6 months

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Five nights at Freddy's movie review

Spoiler free version:

I finally saw the FNaF movie (since it premiered here like a week later) and I really wanna talk about it.

It was fun. It's its own story that has some similarities to the games but it works well on its own which is a good thing imo.

It has a good pacing and I didn't get bored.

There are bunch of hints and easter eggs in reference to the games, like a guy is wearing a Midnight Motorist sweater or a dinner is named after Sparky the Dog, a hoax in early fnaf days.

It has violence but it's not too gory, most stuff happens off screen or in shadows.

I also liked the final solution, it was well established.

I do have 2 complains

1. I think most relationships needed more establishment.

2. One character kinda confuses me on their motive.

Overall I'd give it 4/5, though you'll get more of it if you're a fnaf fan.

And some tips. Watch it at home if you can or pick a later date. The movie theater was crowded and I think it hindered my enjoyment.

When you see Sparky's diner, pay attention to the waiter. You won't regret it.

And wait till the end of all credits.

Spoiler review under the cut

I think Mike and Abby needed a bit more time together or thinking of each other to make the scene where Mike realizes how much she means to him more impactful.

I feel like we were told rather shown she likes her brother.

Same goes for relationship between her and aunt Jane. We're told once she doesn't like her but it isn't enough to make her turn on Mike believable to me.

And finally Vanessa and William. The ending implies she's scared of him but we never are shown why.

This segways nicely into my other complain. Vanessa feels inconsistent. She starts out as a friendly police officer who knows tad too much about Freddy's and is revealed to be William's daughter.

What I got is that she vaguely warns the guards of the danger but doesn't tell them what it is. When the animatronics are friendly, she just let's Mike and Abby vibe there but when she learns Mike used Abby to get info on Garrett's kidnapper (her dad) she forbids him from taking Abby there ever again. I'm guessing this is to protect her dad.

But I think we should have had a flashback to her childhood and maybe a scene where she's terrified of going to the pizzeria but the she sees a drawing of Mike and Abby a decides to help.

But enough about stuff I didn't like and more about stuff I loved, in no particular order.

Actors are all really great and they did a fantastic job.

The opening credits are in style of old arcade games, just like in fnaf 2. It genuinely made me so happy to see it.

The cupcake mauling a man was both hilarious and terrifying. You go Carl!

The animatronics are all really expressive, especially Chica, when she smuggly sends Carl the Cupcake to murder a man or when she winks at Mike. Or when Freddy was looking for Mike and tilting his head as if he were listening.

I almost missed MatPat's cameo. I was like: "I know that voice! But from where?" And then he said: "It's just a theory!" and I almost screamed.

I love that the kids have some significance. Even if they dont have names, they still have more to do than they ever did in the games.

Also, it's exactly 5 nights at Freddy's.

1 - Mike arrives and sees the Missing kids for the first time.

2 - Mike gets scratched by Foxy and Vannesa shows up to info dump.

3 - since Max is dead, Mike takes Abby there for the first time. He cleans up the place and Abby meets her friends.

4 - Mike takes Abby there a second time, Vannesa shows up, they build a Fort and Vannessa gets mad.

5 - Mike goes there alone and the movie finale happens.

I noticed the trailer was insanely misleading. Vanessa ends up in the hospital at the end of the movie, but the trailer made it seem it happens somewhere in the middle.

CoryXKenshin cameo was awesome.

The ending credits song is Five Nights at Freddy's by TLT. Woho!!!

And after all the credits roll, we get a few letters spelling out "FIND ME" like in SAVE HIM minigame from fnaf 2.

Theories:

I wonder what happened to Garrett. Is he fully dead? Or is he possessing something, like the puppet?

I hope the next movie is a prequel, maybe told retrospectively by Vanessa while some stuff happens in the present. And the third movie can be a sequel, maybe with older Abby being a guard herself.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #fnaf movie review #michael schmidt #abby schmidt #william afton #vanessa shelly

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yharnam-is-a-fuck · 1 year

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What would Bloodborne Weapons do to people in real life?

And, which one is the most brutal.

This is my 100th post. And I've been pondering this topic for a while so here goes. This is mostly just speculation. Also, while I won't be showing any gory images as examples, some of the injuries described could be disturbing. So be warned. First off, the Saw Cleaver/Saw Spear. These are pretty brutal when you think about how they are designed. The Serrated edges would get stuck in whatever you try to slash, dealing even more damage when you get it unstuck. In the trailer for Bloodborne, we actually see a hunter exerting quite a bit of force to pull it out of a Yharnamite they kill. Perhaps the purpose of the serration is to mangle the corpses of beasts, so nobody can recognise them as human?

The Hunter Axe Despite being an Axe, this weapon is described as mostly Blunt damage. When Transformed, this thing is definitely being swung with enough force to crush bones. And it's high rally potential points to huge amounts of blood being spilled.

Threaded Cane Untransformed it isn't much of a weapon, and the most you could do is just beat someone with it. But when you do transform it, the serrated whip is stated to be capable of flogging beasts.

Ludwig's Holy Blade/Kirkhammer/Holy Moonlight Sword. Untransformed, these are all just swords. Pretty basic slashes and stabs. But transformed they would all do a ton of crushing blunt damage. I imagine the Holy Blade would be more of a bone breaking thing, while the Kirkhammer would be straight up turning things into mush. For the Holy Moonlight Sword, I like to imagine the transformed mode actually cuts quite cleanly, leaving some moonlight glow along the wounds.

Blades of Mercy/Rakuyo These two are both 1000 cuts type of weapons, though the Rakuyo does a mix of stabbing and slashing compared to the Blades.

Amygdalan Arm. Untransformed would just be pure crushing force, the attack animation of repeated slams would be enough to turn a beast into mush. The transformed mode gaining that weird slashy appendage would probably make it less damaging to be honest, that thing does not look like it is swinging itself around with much force.

Beast Claw It's a claw. The claw gained by transforming probabably does a lot more ripping and tearing, while the fake claw seems to do a lot of piercing damage. But the fury of Beasthood probably encourages the hunter to keep attacking even after their prey is dead.

Beasthunter Saif Unlike the rest of the Old Hunter weapons, this one is probably less brutal than the modern Saw Cleaver. The sharp edge would sever a limb compared to the ripping serration of the Cleaver. Its quick flurry attacks in the unextended mode could also slice something open pretty easily.

Beast Cutter This one is, in my opinion, the most brutal weapon in all of Bloodborne. If you were to slash at someone with the transformed version, and their arm or leg were to be caught inbetween two segments as the come back together... that's gonna crush anything. And don't forget that it is also serrated in both modes, so the club can crush and rip apart at the same time while the whip can catch on fur or skin and tear it off. Also, the transformed heavy attacks are enough to flatten just about every enemy in the game, so this thing is being swung with insane amounts of force. Bloodletter A pretty sharp and spiky club even before you stab yourself with it. I'm not really sure what the extra Blood would be doing to its victims, but it makes it larger and more weighty.

Boomhammer This one could honestly be tied with the Beast Cutter. Hitting people with a giant hammer is already going to be dealing a lot of damage, but slamming them with an explosion as well is enough to obliterate them. Getting a hit with the explosion while something is up against a wall or the ground would reduce it to nothing.

Burial Blade This one is like the Saif, very clean with it's slashes and cuts. Along with the person who created it wishing to give victims a peaceful death I don't think it would be doing much besides decapitations.

Chikage It's a katana. It gets Blood magic. Probably just makes it slash harder. Not much else to say.

Kos Parasite Considering only the tentacle attacks and not the vomit and arcane explosion, I imagine it would be like getting stung by a jellyfish. If you weren't crushed by the tentacles, you would probably end up with a bunch of space diseases. Logarius' Wheel While all you actually do with it is crush people with the wheel, this weapon is actually based on a medival torture device. Perhaps the Executions strapped defeated Vilebloods to their weapons as they slaughtered the remaining ones. Reiterpallasch/Rifle Spear This one is a pretty elegant rapier. Lots of stabbing and not very brutal. The worst it could inflict is a point blank shot from the attached pistol. The Spear is about the same, but it has a shotgun attached instead and is desgined by crazy Hunters.

Simon's Bowblade The curved sword could cut something up pretty cleanly, similar to the Burial Blade. The bow shots would also inflict a lot less damage than a gunshot. Stake Driver The charged up stake blast could probably punch straight through your chest, but without that all you can really do is slash and poke.

Tonitrus Being beaten with a big metal ball would probably break bones if they swung hard enough. Adding in the electric damage would also hurt quite a lot, and would probably leave behind a lot of charred corpses and crushed skulls. Whirlygig Saw It's a buzzsaw. Being smashed into things while also spinning. This thing can and will tear shit apart. Untransformed its just a club.

I didn't go over any of the guns because... they're guns. But if you really care about the sidearms, the Cannons would blow you up, and the Fist of Gratia is just ye olde brass knuckles.

#bloodborne #tw: graphic content

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mich-al · 3 months

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okay here's a mini-rabbit hole cuz my mind is being blown rn

so there was this cartoon called wow wow wubbzy on nick jr. it never aired where i live but i did play a bunch of the flash games they had on their website.

they were cool games but i think just the aesthetic with this simple shapes and all that is why it stuck out to me as a child. today i was bored and decided to revist them and because now i can actually understand english, i went to the wiki. one of the articles was about the artbook "The Art of Wubbzy" and it had this:

this sounded super weird. i assumed it was maybe some creepypasta nonsense cuz i was a Wikia Kid myself and most of the users were probably children. but it did elaborate on it later in the article.

(im just putting a 'read more' so your dash isnt too cluttered, there isn't anything super disturbing here or anything like that)

now if it was just the second picture, i would doubt that, but the other two sound too specific and not overtly scary enough for children to make up. luckily, the article had a link to a free pdf on scribd. so i scrolled through like 50 pages of normal artwork, and sure enough, the pictures were actually there!

i expected them to be at the end or something but no, each of them is scattered among tens of pages of usual production artwork. there's like no warning or anything, it's jarring, and would probably spook an 8-year old me. but the pictures do look a bit shoddy so i tried to see if there was some Physical evidence in the printed version.

that's the first picture they described! it's here! from a concerned parent it seems! and there's a youtube video of someone flipping through the book! you can see the "creepy art" next to the usual production artwork.

so here's the question... why would you put this in a book about a lil kid show? and why am i finding out about this just now? "vent art" like this isn't that rare, you've probably seen the very gory edit of "The Enchiridion" title card or heard of the edgy rugrats storyboards the animators made. these are relatively well-known, so i really feel i should've seen it. well, i don't have an answer, but i have a hunch.

recall the note that started it all. the SECOND edition. so it's not like it was removed due to backlash, it was Added later! you'll have an easier time buying the creepypasta version. but here are the dates:

that's a 14 year gap! that's long enough that anyone who watched wubbzy in its day is at least a teenager now! so my theory is, that since wubbzy is way past its cultural relevance and people with familiar with the show are Older, bob boyle (the creator) or the publisher at frederator decided to have some fun and show the world a lil peak behind the scenes. though, the pictures appearing with no context or explanation between storyboards and backgrounds makes it feel more like a sort of prank. idk how to end posts but thx 4 readin

#screenshot #well a bunch of screenshots really #wow wow wubbzy #idk what else to tag this #long post #this is also the most effort ive put into a tumblr post... so far #anyway if you have anything to add like maybe im totally off-base or my tone made me come off as a douche go ahead and add your 2 cents #i need answers man and i dont have the twitter to ping the guy or something

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thoughtsinadaydream · 6 months

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The Spooktacular Halloween Movie Challenge: October 28, 2023

Five Nights at Freddy’s (October 27, 2023)

Desperate for a job so that he can keep custody of his little sister Abby, Mike Schmidt accepts a position as a security guard at an old animatronic pizzeria called Freddy Fastbear’s. It turns out the job isn’t as simple as it may have seemed. Can he keep his sister safe against the tide his new job brings?

Released only yesterday (theatrically; I believe streaming was two days ago) and available on Peacock, this long anticipated movie adaption of the video game is already getting some boos from the critics, but I expect that ratings will take an upswing as the audience puts their two cents in. I have only watched some let’s plays of the original and some adaptations of the game; I haven’t played it myself. That being said, I know enough to say they captured the spirit of the game pretty well. There are some shot for shot copies of some of the game’s jump scares, and of course, there are similar musical stings, Easter eggs, and a pizzeria matching the original layout pretty faithfully as far as I can tell. That’s all good news for people who were excited for its release because they loved the game.

What made me appreciate this film was the effort they did to put some more depth to the story. After all, you’re pretty much a faceless security protagonist in the original video game, listening to the history of the place through tapes and trying your best to stay alive in a struggle against unstable electricity and relentless monsters. Interesting for a game, not really interesting for a movie. Instead they gave Mike Schmidt a story, a pretty compelling reason to make the choices he does, and people to protect other than himself when things go awry.

You can probably tell that I liked it. The practical effects were great. Using puppetry instead of CGI gave it some realism, the music could be both haunting and fun depending on the circumstances, and I became pretty invested in not only the three main characters but the puppets too.

I should warn that it’s honestly not that scary, which seems to be why most of the critics were irritated, but to be honest, I don’t think it would have been appropriate if it was scarier or gorier. The makers probably knew their target audience, mostly kids up to 20s, maybe early 30s adults. No need to scar children for life who just wanted to watch such a huge pop culture icon adaption. And to be fair, the game is not gory either. It’s got jump scares, that’s pretty much it. Hard to be mad at a video game adaptation for keeping the same tone. I had a good time. It looks like a lot of people who are familiar with FNAF agree. Try it out if that sounds like fun to you.

**Edit: to be clear, critics are rating the movie pretty low, around 20-30%, but if you really dig into it, audience scores are hovering at around 90%. Pretty big schism to make early judgments on success**

#the spooktacular halloween movie challenge #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #horror #halloween #movies #thoughtsinadaydream #video game adaptation

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oddeyevibes · 8 months

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Ch 8 - What the Dog Doin?

Words: 1818

Summary: Evie showcases something you've NEVER seen before but it's not just Evie.

A/N: Sometimes I surprise myself with how I describe things. I warn this might come off gory but I never know how to gauge that because I was exposed to gory horror movies mad early in life and it kinda desensitized me in some cases so I never know what's too much for some folks and I don't wanna be presumptuous and say "oh its mild" and it's actually not lol. But I feel like it's ok.

Then

You remember how excited you were about being given Evie by your mother. When you overheard the idea being thrown around by your current nanny, you scoffed at it.

Of course, she would try to placate you about her absence with a gift. One time it was a new doll, back when you were ignorant. Another time it was a new bike. Granted, you used it....and it was great but you knew this was practically a "stop whining" gift.

Another time you were given a bedroom makeover and a limited edition of a game you were eying. How she knew you were considering buying that game with your allowance, you didn't know but there was a part of you that wanted to relent.

Now, it was a living thing. A dog.

And knowing her, it was probably some yapping chihuahua. You had so many schoolmates that were given that by their animal hating parents because of how small and "better maintenance" they are. Unlike the "uncouth" bigger dogs. Which is a phrase you ACTUALLY heard one of of their moms spout.

So when you heard your named called, you were ready to put on the performance of a lifetime. Sure, you may come off as a spoiled brat but what else was there to do when your well-off mother only communicated with you through letters like it was the 1800s?

You had stepped out of your bedroom with your arms crossed and a scowl etched on your face. Then when you made it to the top of the steps....you saw her.

At the end of the red leash currently being held by your nanny, was Evie. She was looking away at first but then her eyes landed on you and her tail started wagging like there was no tomorrow.

And you couldn't help it.

You fell in love.

This was your baby now.

You two were bonded.

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Now

This was the worst thing that could happen so far. You wish you could blame it on someone but there was no expecting this horrendous set up.

That beast with the pulsating eye had found the three of you. Crashing through the wall and while you and Leon managed to scare it off after several bullets to its eyes, the loud noises had attracted attention.

And the tiny corridor you were in wasn't the best place to be dealing with them. You had to make do. Both you and Leon attacking while Evie was throwing out supportive barks.

Sure, it was a little distracting but what else could she do? You really didn't want her to bite any of these things. You didn't know how it worked fully on dogs, you only knew you saw some dogs turned but had no clue on how.

You had ran out of bullets and were basically left with using the fire axe you nabbed off a corpse. The poor bastard who previously had it apparently didn't make it far from where the axe initially was.

"WOOF!!" Evie barked.

"Evie, get out of here!" You ordered but she only let out a deep growl in response.

In that moment of distraction, one of the monsters pounced, trying to take a huge chunk out of the flesh that sat nicely on your face but luckily, the stem of the axe quickly found its way into the mouth of the creature, preventing it from biting you and instead, desperately trying to knew the metal handle apart to get to you.

A mixture of its drool and the blood from some other poor soul leaving you with a disgusted look on your face. But there was no time to react like you would have on any other day.

Stabbing one of the creatures in the eye and penetrating its brain, Leon quickly glanced over to you to find you in distress. "Y/N!! Hang on!"

"Kind of don't have a choice!" You yelled back. Surprisingly, even now you have a sense of humor.

Leon became distracted when another monster whose kneecaps he shot out, had crawled and grabbed onto his ankle, nearly biting through the fabric of his pants to get to his leg.

All the while, Evie's deep growl stood as the audible backdrop for what seemed like the end of the road for you and Leon.

Until....

"Awooooo!"

The sound of a howling dog echoed throughout the nearby halls and, shockingly, seemingly halted the monsters even if just for a moment. You managed to find the strength to push the monster back off of you, causing it to stumble with no actual reaction, a reminder that it is no longer human.

But before the monster could come back for another attempt. A blur of familiar brown fur came down on the beast. It was Evie and that sent panic throughout your whole being.

"Evie no!" you shouted but she didn't listen.

She gnawed on the rotting flesh of the creature that tried to kill with ferocious growls accompanying the act of violence and then, you heard it.

The sickening crunch followed by the harrowing sound of flesh tearing, something you never thought you would get used to hearing. The victor of this bout: was Evie.

Which she displayed when she ripped the head off of the monster, shaking roughly like it was a chew toy before tossing it aside like it was trash.

"Evie what did you--"

You couldn't even be worried as you witnessed it: Evie's mouth.

The bottom split open like a demonic snake with a shot glass worth of blood and drool leaking from the sharp teeth. You watched as it closed, forming back into a normal dog's mouth. Evie seemed to pay no mind to your shocked expression...neither did Leon.

"What the hell?" You heard him let out.

The blonde looked around at the other monsters staggering from the howling. The howling that...wasn't coming from Evie.

But while you were being shocked, Leon had managed to get himself together long enough to grab your arm and back away from the monsters.

"Awooo!"

There was the howl again. But this time, it was accompanied by the varied barks and growls of the infected police dogs. Probably six in total. But much like before, you were not the target.

Instead, their murderous ire was reserved for the stunned monsters who were slowly regaining themselves. Not in a way that made them human, but in the way that meant they were still VERY hungry.

The dogs slowly stalked towards them before Evie let out a commanding bark and they were set off. Each of them launching themselves onto one of the humanoid monsters. A few repeating the same decapitation move that Evie had done. While the others were content with ripping limbs from them to render them useless.

The monsters didn't let out a single scream. Again, no longer human but the display was still...traumatizing? Maybe that wasn't the right word but it was the only one you could think of in this moment.

"What the hell?" You let out in a breathy tone.

In almost a minute, the threat of the small horde dwindled with the assistance of infected dogs. The ones that didn't attack you. The ones that whenever Leon or Ada was near, stayed away from them.

The initial thought that because you used to visit them before they turned slowly fading away. Remember or not...would their memory cause something like this?

You felt Leon's hand on your shoulder, you glanced at the cop before looking back at the carnage. There was only one zombie left, another crawler curtesy of the dog that yanked it's weakened calf away.

You both watched as it slowly crawled towards you with it's rotting hand. You gripped the fire axe and was ready to slam the head onto the monster's but Evie beat you to the punch, unhinging her jaw once more to, this time, take a chunk out of the creature's head. Destroying the brain and killing it.

In a mixture of both fear and intrigue, you and Leon watched as her mouth closed to its natural state. The other dogs filtered out, almost like they were out of a trance and going to find some poor survivor to terrorizing if there was anyone left.

Meanwhile, Evie trotted over to you with her happy tail wag, expecting rewarding head pats in return for her service and were you gonna deny the dog that unhinged her jaw to rip apart the creatures that were gonna eat you?

The answer is: absolutely not.

You knelt down, running your fingers through her fur. It was a little matted in some areas but still soft in most places.

You let out an exhausted sigh. It seemed that every moment spent in this hellhole revealed something new. Something you would've never experienced or learned without this apocalypse. The question being: did you really want to learn any of this?

"I have so much shit to talk about with my mom." You let out.

"Your mom?"

"She gave me Evie....from her job. Which means whatever....that was...she knows something about it. I swear every new thing I learn in this place makes me wanna strangle her."

Leon really didn't know how to respond to that, so he said nothing.

"She left me behind constantly for her job and I'm learning that....shit like whatever she did to Evie was worth more than me. I sat there praying gods I wasn't sure even existed for her to just come a support in school events and it seems so stupid now because....oh my god. I can't even imagine what horrors she knows and willingly hides."

"Well, we don't know that. Maybe she's--"

"Innocent? I doubt it? She wasn't some Umbrella wage slave. She had a cushy position and apparently it was worth her soul and her conscious because...." You couldn't even think of anything more to say.

"Y/N listen...we have to keep moving. That's the only way we're going to get to the bottom of all of this."

"And then what? Afterwards?"

"If you're mother is involved, we'll help bring her to justice. She can't get away with this and neither can Umbrella." There was a pause as he looked down at Evie. "Look on the bright side..." He started with an adorable smirk. "At least it looks like Evie is on our side, right girl?"

Evie let out a peppy roof as her tail continued wagging.

You couldn't help but smile. Despite....all of what you just witnessed. It was hard to stay scared of her. Being mad at her was out of the question. Whatever Evie was, she was now a valuable asset.

Though you did wish that she displayed this when you were getting shot at by Irons but that's in the past.

Your mother was going to answer for this. Even if it was the last thing you did in life.

#leon kennedy x reader #the dog days #resident evil fic

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norel-ravenclaw · 7 months

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The Haunted Mansion

Ikepri AU - Part 3

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: All 13 plus allusions to unknown new trio

Genre: Paranormal Tragic Romance

Rating: 14+

Word count: Part 3 - 2900

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Mr. Silvio Ricci was the wealthiest man in the hemisphere. He had governed the land by the sea for many years, but when the papers went to his brother, he left to go exert his influence elsewhere.

And this led him to the cursed mansion at the edge of the land. Deserted by its guardian beasts, the people were in need of a new governance system, and he was all to happy to so easily invade.

He was silver haired, blue eyed, and always decked in expensive fabric and jangling jewels. Precisely the sort of eccentric one might expect to purchase a manor of death.

The place came with a few gardeners who would not stay long, a devil of a butler, a pretty maid, and... as the flashy lord called him, a mangy mutt.

Rio Ortiz and the new lord of the manor got along like two wolves who were certain there was not room in the pack for the other.

Even so, Miss Emma found that he was rather like an abused dog. Rough around the edges, quick to bite, but in need not of a kennel, but of affection.

Now, after the horrible incident between her second fiancé and the vanished brother, Luke's manic worryings had began to influence her. She too now thought she saw shadows of the lost brothers. She, too, whispered conversations to them, whether to comfort herself or because she really thought they were there, even she could not say.

Despite these odd proclivities, Miss Emma was kind and gentle, witty and diligent. And all who met her came to admire her.

Just so, the new Lord Silvio came to like the one woman who could match him. The one who could see through his bite to hear the whimper in his bark.

And he fell, hard. He showered her with gifts and jewels. So many jewels.

Determined to make her the new mistress of his new land, he acquired a (rather gaudy) ring of sapphire and pearl.

However, he and Mr. Ortiz were desperately at odds with one another. The latter was like a ferocious guard dog towards the lovely lady, and thoroughly disapproved of the haughty lord trying to claim her.

Fearful that indeed, Silvio's intention was more to punish him than out of genuine affection, Rio dared to take drastic measures to protect his damsel.

One night, as the new lord held a stunningly ostentations banquet, he made his way to the centre of the vast dining hall to make an announcement.

He held up a velvet box with a sapphire ring, offering it, and his love, to Miss Emma.

But no sooner had she risen from her chair in shock, a tragedy occurred.

The grand chandelier in the centre of the grand space, where the jewel-decked lord stood... fell.

All of the candles in the space went out at once. A great blessing (or strategy?) to hide the guests and the poor, poor lady from the distressing sight.

Within seconds, Rio was there to whisk her away from the scene.

And thus ended the brief but brilliant era of the Ricci's ownership of the mansion.

Alas, poor Miss Emma began to spend more time up in the attic, going there to read and pace and stare at the never used white dress and a row of rings.

There grew a sort of shrine. A yellow diamond ring, an odd clay figure, a cookbook, a romance novel, a belt with wolf's fur, a pair of whiskey glasses, a ruby ring, a small teddy bear, and now, a sapphire ring.

From the small attic window, she could see many of the wings of the mansion, watching at midnight as lights would come on in unused rooms. Figures would pace in offices and libraries.

She was sure of it.

Not long after the tragic and spectacular death of Lord Silvio, another wealthy man approached the place.

His own inheritance he'd given to his sister, but now felt too adrift. He sought a new home and new purpose. And helping the Rhodolite region recover from its leadership troubles seemed an appropriate use of his hard won skills.

His name was Keith Howell. Tall and broad shouldered, awkward as he was elegant.

But there was something decidedly odd about him. Even Mr. Noir would stare at the man as though something was amiss. Something...

He was often kind and sweet and indeed overly apologetic. But then, sometimes...

Miss Emma discovered that he had another side to him. Late one night, she found him in one of the ballrooms.

"Mr. Howell. Were you playing the organ in here?"

He turned to her in the dark room, the moonlight catching on his golden eyes.

"What are you talking about? You were the one playing, weren't you? Why would you try to trick me after all I've done for you?"

Although he smiled, there was an edge to it that made her freeze like a doe.

"I.. did not mean..."

He approached her, getting far closer than usual. Lifting her chin with a finger, he said, "It's naughty to play tricks."

She watched him leave, but a few moments later, a loud chord of the organ trilled, sending her off at a sprint.

She liked Mr. Howell, but sometimes, it was like he was a different person entirely.

While she liked him, her ever faithful guard dog Rio, did not. He did not trust the man at all.

And within a month, the whole region stirred with the news that yet another murder had happened at the manor.

The man was found stabbed in his study, botany books and ledgers all around.

The lady was numb as the police came in force, investigating the place high and low for days. Countless interviews of her, Rio, and Sariel.

She wondered if Keith had been killed by someone on business at the mansion? While he was often obsequious, he could at times be... forceful.

Even so, a stag antler necklace made its way to her little shrine.

There she sat and pondered it all.

Chevalier had been murdered by Clavis in a fit of rage.

Nokto had lost a duel.

Jin had fallen victim to poison meant for another.

Leon had been killed by Luke in a fit of madness.

Silvio had likely been murdered by a jealous guest at his own party.

Luke had disappeared to god knows where, never to return.

All the others, Clavis, Yves, and Licht, had died in tragic, if mysterious, accidents.

But, of them all, the murder of Mr. Howell bothered her in a unique way. Somehow, this felt more... wrong.

As her mind swirled with conundrums and grief, the evening moonlight rose, and mist coalesced in the attic. The temperature dropped enough to make her shiver.

The sight of a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at her in the mirror made her scream bloody murder.

The very image of Silvio was reflected there, dalmatian fur and all.

"He did this! He killed us!"

His voice was distant and echoey. She could not understand.

"What? Who killed you?"

The apparition raged, slamming his fists against the mirror as though he was trapped inside it.

"That damn dog! It's in the chest he brought! Find it!"

Her mind raced. "Dog... Rio? The chest he brought?"

She recalled that Mr. Ortiz had evidently arrived to the mansion with only a single small trunk. All his worldly possessions had fit inside.

Her heart clamoured. Could her overprotective fellow servant had possibly killed both Lord Silvio and Keith?

Horrified by the possibility, she rushed to his room. He was not around.

And so she slipped in, standing on her tiptoes to get down the small trunk off the top of his wardrobe.

And... oh, poor dear Miss Emma when she saw what laid inside.

A beautiful old coat, finely made. A velvet box. A dagger sheath, gilded in gold and sapphires and citrine.

And the sheath's intended occupant. With bits of blood not properly cleaned off of it. Fresh enough to not have oxidized to near black as old blood ought to have.

"Oh! Miss Emma! What are you-"

He froze, horrified beyond words as she slowly turned around, her face soaked with tears, and trembling hands holding a dagger.

Scrambling to not lose her favour, he rushed to her. "Y-you must understand! That Silvio was a horrible person! He only wanted to punish me, he didn't really love you! And Kieth was dangerous! I couldn't bear the thought of him hurting you!"

She shoved him away, letting the knife clatter to the ground. "I loved them!" she screamed.

Silence fell over them.

"I did... I loved them all. They were strange and sometimes scary but they were kind and I trusted them and I... loved them all."

She fell to her knees, as did he.

They cried together. "I just wanted to protect you! Oh, Emma... could you have ever loved me?"

Rage and grief filled her eyes. "I did, Rio. I did."

She got up and stormed out of the room, and he collapsed onto the ground, sobbing. His hands balled into fists just inches away from the cursed dagger.

Darkness fell over the mansion that night. A darkness that would never again lift in the light of day.

Unaware of Emma's secret hideout and shrine in the attic, the obsessive attendant went up into the darkness.

A rope was hung.

As the clock struck one, his body swung.

Once again, the police arrived. This time, Mr. Noir had to lock her in her room as she screamed and cried.

He presented to them the dagger, and the body of the murderer.

And it was over.

Everything was over.

As Miss Emma wailed and raved into the day, she found her way up to the attic, unaware of what had happened there in the night.

She fell to her knees in front of the mirror. Lying beside it was the wedding dress.

Manic to the point of madness, she stripped her clothes and put on the slightly yellowed dress. She took the three rings from the altar and put them on whatever fingers they would fit.

Diamond, ruby, and sapphire glittered in the dim light of a single candle.

She wailed their names. All of them.

Until she saw them in the mirror. She was no stranger now to such apparitions.

"Leon! Chevalier!"

Rushing over to it, she clutched onto the frame, her tears obscuring their sadly smiling faces.

"Emma..."

"Simpleton. Stop struggling."

"We love you. Never forget that."

As their faces faded, she screamed.

"Come back! Don't leave me alone! You all left me alone! I can't..."

Once her sobbing left her gasping for breath, exhaustion overcame her.

And through the new silence, a steady sound could be heard.

Tap. Tap. Tap of a cane.

"Little rabbit, it's upsetting to see you like this."

She whirled around to see him perched casually on top of an old chest, his legs crossed.

"Gilbert!"

He smiled at her. "Would you like to hear a story, bunny?"

With a tiny nod of her head, he grinned, and began.

"Once upon a time, these lands were distant from early civilization. Pagan druids were the only ones who dared come so far into the nothingness. They performed profane rituals and spells here, intended to curse the souls of evil kings and warriors. Trapping them in this valley until the end of time.

"But when the cemeteries and crypts were built out here, those poor souls were captured by the same ancient spells. The restless ones were confined to the land, including that of this mansion."

Gilbert sighed and smiled the most chillingly dark smile the lady had ever seen him wear.

"Did you have any idea? Your little dog became the 999th soul bound to this place. Funny, that miserable poor sap before him counted for two souls. Did you know?"

He stood and plopped a hand onto her hair, smoothing it down. "The curse is said to be breakable once one thousand souls have been damned here. I wonder if it's true. Anyway, why don't you wear that dress of yours to the party tonight, little rabbit?"

"...Party?"

His red eye glittered, and so did his other eye, ghostly blue underneath as he lifted away his eyepatch. "Yes. The one you hear every night. You should join us. They're so miserable without you."

"...Who is?"

"Who do you think? Me! And the others too, I guess."

With a twirl of his cane and a twisted sort of smile, he turned to leave.

"There's always room for one more~"

Poor Miss Emma's head spun. Whatever was the apparition talking about? He wasn't real, he never had been! Right...?

She paced and cried and sobbed. She put on the stag necklace from the altar and flipped through the cookbook.

She muttered to herself with the strange little clay figure, teddy bear, and the fluffy wolf fur clutched to her chest.

And then she saw it.

A rope coiled up off to the side that hadn't been there before. Tied on one end was a perfect loop for a noose.

And thus the heartbroken lady spun into the darkness once and for all.

...

…

"...Emma."

She knelt there in the attic, tears marring her face.

She knew that voice. As well as any other. She loved that voice.

But she was tired of his mysteries and deflections. Sitting in a pool of white fabric, she looked up at him in the doorway.

"Tell me who you really are, Sariel."

Frozen momentarily, his walls crumbled. "I suppose you deserve the truth."

He knelt in front of her, agony evident in his violet eyes.

"I made a deal with the devil ages ago. My father. When I found this place, I simply stayed here. Then a local lord, the princes' father, was destined for hell, and I decided to stay and look after his sons. However fantastic, that is the truth."

He gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "It may forever be my greatest regret that I could not protect you, my dear. But it will be my honour to care for you here. Come now, let us leave this dreary place behind."

He helped her to her feet, keeping an arm around her shoulders to steer her out the door so that she did not catch sight of her body dangling from the rafter.

He took her back to her room and threw open the armoire. "Let's get you dressed for a ball, hm? You'll be the Belle of the ball tonight and every night."

Tired and dazed, feeling numb at last, she agreed, letting him help her into a fine gown. He fixed her hair and adorned her in jewels to accompany the three stones she still wore on her elegant hands.

And together, they descended the stairs, the music and voices of the party louder than ever.

The doors opened for them, and the crowd fell into whispers.

And standing at the front of that crowd were many familiar faces.

She gasped, tears welling in her eyes. Just as she was about to run to them, a man in black stepped in front of her.

"Ah! Gilbert!"

He smiled at her. And it seemed somehow more genuine than ever before.

"Welcome, little bunny. This party tonight is just for you. Won't you let me have the first dance?"

"...I suppose the host ought to have the first dance."

As they whirled on the dance floor amidst dresses of all styles and eras, he grinned at her.

"How happy I am to have you here to play with, at long last."

A man in red tapped on his shoulder. "Might I cut in?"

"Leon!"

He smiled at her as brilliantly as the sun, pulling her into his arms without waiting for a response.

"I'm so happy to see you looking so happy, sweetheart," he beamed.

Tears not of grief, but joy glittered on her cheeks. "I can't believe you're really here!"

"Yes. We're here. And we're all together, Em."

But as they spun to the music, her smile faded.

She knew.

Her voice was small.

"Leon... I'm dead aren't I?"

He took a breath, holding her tightly. And yet a kind smile made its way to his lips.

"Today may have been the day you died, but you have brought all of us to life in a way we never knew even while still alive. You have brought us such joy, and I promise you, this is not the end."

He kissed her forehead tenderly. "Together we will make an afterlife worth living."

... The End ...

VERSION 2

(From where every suitor was going to have a belle. Too much hassle killing off THAT many people lol)

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Sariel Noir. He had lured each of the victims into the castle over the years, desperately hoping to placate the vicious spirits of his many masters. But now, his own soul grew ravenously restless. He required a mate of his own to tame and soothe his tortured soul.

The castle was host to precisely 999 spirits.

But there was room for one more.

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8bit Reviews: Euphoria (the game, not the show)

I wish my memory was a more reliable thing at times. Often times it can remember some really obscure happenstance that happened when I was ten or twelve. Of course it also has its moments where it struggles to remember things that happened earlier in the week. Perils of aging I suppose, anyway I wish it were more reliable because I truly want to know what exactly it was that set me on the trail of this visual novel. I cannot for the life of me recall what it was that brought it even tangentially into my notice, or the force that spurred me into action so quickly. It was only when I was about three quarters of the way through the second to last route that I became aware of the notoriety around Euphoria. For good or ill, it is certainly a well-deserved notoriety. This is without a doubt simultaneously one of the foulest things I've ever experienced, but also surprisingly one of the tamest as well. I don't really know how trigger/content warnings go, but be aware there is some heavy stuff beyond the jump.

Euphoria starts with our protagonist Keisuke Takatou waking up in a white room. Shortly after his awakening he is informed by a robotic voice to leave the room, or die. Heading to the next room he finds himself with a handful of his classmates and a teacher. The same voice then informs the group that they're "going to play a game" to determine if the group gets their freedom. Keisuke is designated the "unlocker" and his female classmates, and teacher are the "key holes." The game is simple, Keisuke is to take one of the keyholes into a room and perform a specific sex act to the satisfaction of whoever is holding them hostage. Basically the group is put into a Saw situation, only instead of violent gory mutilation it's rape. Naturally one of the students is mortified beyond belief and screams at the voice/hostage takers that she refuses to participate. To illustrate the situation they're in, the girl is taken to a different room, and when the rest of the group finds her she is brutally electrocuted to death in front of them.

There's a scene in this older horror film called The Green Inferno, in which out protagonists are captured by a village of cannibals deep in the amazon jungle. During the scene one of their number is selected by the villagers to be killed. So you get the scene where a college-aged woman is killed and dismembered by the cannibals, and the camera pans to the shocked and horrified reactions of the group. Then it shows the leader of the group held captive who is masturbating to the preceding events. Naturally the rest of the group calls him out on this fucked up behavior, but he insists it's not bad because you need to keep calm and not be stressed during times like these. Like in The Green Inferno, Keisuke is just incredibly turned on by the sight of the dead body and has a massive erection. One of the group, Nemu Manaka, finds Keisuke in this state and teases him over his dark desires to inflict pain and torment on girls as well as his apparent lust to rape the girls. What follows is a prolonged series of almost literal misery porn, because in addition to the mental strain of being put in such a situation the game is at its heart pornography. Just extreme fetish porn, including asphyxiation and literal shit eating.

What I find most odd about this is the fact that over the course of the VN you have these various depraved acts including murder by electrocution and literal shit eating, but for some reason it's the menstrual blood that gets censored. There's also implied taxidermy of a human in one of the games bad endings. In fact, except for one scene the game is largely restrained when it comes to bloody content. This isn't a complaint, of all the degenerate types of hentai out there I find guro to be the worst of the lot. It's just that given the games themes of depravity and subjugating those weaker than you there's very little violence. Straightforward, physical violence anyway, the novel is filled to the brim with sexual violence. I don't mean to imply that Euphoria is any the lesser due to its lack of women getting the shit knocked out of em, or that it would be better if you could see their innards in a way that could only be described as lovingly rendered. I just had thought since punishing those weaker than you is a pretty major part of the story that it would come up more than hardly at all.

As I was approaching the end of the story the idea sprouted in my head that this novel seems to have been censored rather heavily. I have no reason why this occurred to me given the very many rapes, and multiple times characters had been forced to eat other characters shit. Never the less thought sprung up, imagine my surprise after finishing the game when reading an interview with one of the authors they mentioned that they did indeed have to lighten up some of the darker themes so as not to upset one of the visual novel rating boards in Japan. Apparently there's two of them, one has a pretty lax approach towards violence and extreme themes in pornographic VNs, and one that's stricter. Clockup sent it off to the stricter of the two.

When it comes to the story I don't really have very much positive to say about it. I don't like basically any of the characters, I found the plot to be hard to get invested in, and as it continued towards its ending I found myself getting more and more impatient with the frankly ludicrous explanations for the things that occur. I won't go into too much detail about it, but I just think that if you're going to introduce an element that fundamentally and completely changes character motivations at the drop of a hat via bullshit science you have to handle it very delicately. Also I just find it funny when there are characters themselves who just disappear from the narrative, almost as if they too got fed up with the story's shit and decided to just peace out.

The hell of it is, I don't even really hate the story, there are times where I found it was very well-written. Specifically villain characters and not just the simpering whining schoolgirl who is somehow miles worse than characters who are making others take part in a death game, or running a rapist murder cult, or just a bizarre evil religious cult. The problem I have with the story is that it just has a hard time measuring up to the heights of extremity that I thought it was going for. I thought it was going to just be sexual violence that keeps turning the knob higher and higher until people were basically just fucking clumps of meat. I don't know how it would go from there, what sort of resolution it would have, but instead the game keeps it just shy of guro snuff porn. Maybe that says more about me, but a very short time into this I thought the game was going to be reaching the levels of A Serbian Film, or a Hostel, but instead it kept it at a level more akin to an All Night Long. Please know, that I'm aware that the other novel by ClockUp Maggot Baits is probably closer to what I thought Euphoria would wind up as.

The story's all well and good, but what about the porn 8bit, I'm sure you're asking. It doesn't matter how fucked up or irritating the story is if the sexy sexy porn is good right? I won't really talk about the fetish stuff, because I think that's up to the user more than anything. What I like, and what you like can be entirely different things. From an art stand point I don't particularly like the look of most of the cast. It's probably just an age thing, but I don't have very strong feelings to the moeblob art style of roughly ten years ago, it just stands out as fairly generic. The majority of the cast just has a general "cute" feeling to them, that I'm sure it is meant to make the inevitable filth and depravity supposed to be just that much more spicy. The main love interest character Kanae for instance just feels like the generic love interest character from a slice of life or romantic comedy anime of the time. They're played more realistically than the wildly divergent designs you would get in a harem anime. But again, I can't really shake the feeling that they were designed somewhat generically on purpose. So when it pulls the rug out from under you, and a more extreme personality reveals itself you'll have a harder time reconciling it with the moe uguu~ face they had earlier on. Except for Rika, she remains a constant shrill nuisance who is largely unchanged for the entire runtime. But again, art is subjective, and maybe I'm just bringing my own baggage from my readings of slice of life, and romance mangas to the table. The main girl Nemu stands out in this regard because she doesn't really fall into the same "generally cute" area that the rest of the cast lives in.

But yes, the porn. It'll probably get you there depending on your personal tolerance for sadistic sex. To its credit, unlike some other porn VNs I've played this one actually has motion to some of the sex scenes. A large portion of it is still images, but there is some that has actual motion to it. None of the more extreme scenes, there's no motion in the scenes of coprophagia or branding. On a personal level I didn't find the game particularly enticing, but that's owing more to the art style than my distaste for the types of sex on display. Also, credit to the writers I wasn't recoiling from reading their sentences about fucking, so it has that going for it. It has the usual porn dialogue problem that all porn has, but nothing too egregious. There are some extremely stupid lines, but they are relatively few and far between, but again, all porn has some extremely dumb lines now and then. Goes with the territory.

There's really not much for me to recommend Euphoria for. The premise might be a bit off-putting but honestly it's not the worst I've seen. The music is fine for the most part, a lot of ambient piano and percussion instruments, nothing super porny during the sex scenes, just a lot of somber slow piano to try to keep a low atmosphere of dread. I wouldn't even really recommend it from a story perspective because the plot really loses itself towards the final hours of it. It's just more or less roughly thirty hours of misery porn, quite literally.

#8bit reviews #euphoria #clockup

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kellanved-ammanas · 1 year

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If you are still taking requests, can I please have a drabble medic/pyro/engineer with the prompt dealing with spies (medic and engie were getting targeted a little to much for pyro's liking)?

TF2 Drabbles: Engie/Pyro/Medic (Mostly Pyro) - Spy Hunt

[A/N] I really should do more for this OT3. In game, Medic is my main and Pyro and Engie are my secondaries, depending on the situation and what the team needs. So this trio speaks to me. And when playing Pyro, protecting the Engie, his stuff, and the Medic is high on my list of priorities (even if I am really bad at reflecting rockets away from the sentry gun T.T I try my best though and I've been getting better at it) so it works on multiple levels. So I should do more for them. … Will I though? I don't know yet. We'll see.

And wait, and also, content warning; some kind of intense violence in this one.

Back here, so far from the front lines, it was almost quiet. The roar of near ceaseless gunfire and explosions could still be heard of course but not so loud as to drown out everything. The mask was still a liability though, covering his ears and making it more difficult for Pyro to hear the decloak or the sound of footsteps with no visible source.

The enemy Spy was back here somewhere though. This was the third time Pyro had chased him back here. He wouldn’t be getting away to go back to harassing Medic and Engie this time though. Pyro simply would not allow it.

Scanning the area, the world shifted from the pretty pastel colours playing with fire for long enough always brought upon him and the drab colours of the ‘real’ world. Another liability perhaps as it would make it hard to spot if something looked off. But like with the mask, muffling his hearing and obscuring his vision somewhat, he was used to working around that.

He sprayed in a few likely hiding spots, careful not to hold the trigger for too long lest he run out of fuel before finding the Spy. Alas, he found nothing. Ugh! Where had the damn Spy got to? How did he keep getting away?

What if he was already on his way to stab Medic again and then Engie too before sapping all his stuff? The thought made Pyro’s blood boil. How dare Spy go to so much trouble circumventing Pyro just to…

A barely heard sound from behind him. He snapped around to face it, already pulling the trigger on his flame thrower.

The enemy Spy, disguised as Scout again, tried to back pedal out its range but was too late. He screamed as the pretty rainbow flames engulfed him, destroying the hologram that made up his disguise. Back pressed against a wall now, he scrambled to draw his gun. His first shot missed and he didn’t have time to fire a second as Pyro stopped firing, freeing his hand to reach down and pull out his hammer off his belt. He whacked the gun out of Spy’s hand, no doubt breaking his hand in the process.

Before Spy could even try to recover from that or the fire still burning through his suit, Pyro swung the hammer again, this time on Spy’s face. His head exploded in a shower of gory brain matter as his still burning body fell lifeless to the ground. Just for good measure and to work out a little bit more frustration, Pyro hit him one more time, caving his rib cage in with a satisfying wet crunch. There, much better.

Taking a step back, Pyro hooked his hammer back onto his belt and readjusted his grip on the flamethrower. He felt a little better now. Of course that wouldn’t stop Spy from coming back through Respawn and continuing to be a nuisance but at least Pyro had finally gotten him. Hopefully he would start being a bit more cautious now which would result in him being a bit less frequent in his attempts to be a problem.

Pyro turned and started jogging back towards the front line. He needed to get back to Medic and Engie’s sides before the Spy finished Respawning and returned to harass them. Not to mention all the other things Pyro needed to protect them from like rockets and sticky bombs and the enemy Pyro. So he couldn’t afford to dilly-dally for long.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 drabbles #pyro #pyro/engie #pyro/medic

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tuulikannel · 1 year

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Game rec: Fran Bow

It's been a couple of years since I started reading a fic I've recced before, I guess you could say (we’re all a bit mad anyway), a crossover between Assassination Classroom and Fran Bow. It definitely got me curious about Fran Bow, but as it is a horror game (and some screenshots I saw really looked very creepy), I wasn't sure if it's such a good idea for me to play it. ^^;;

And a few days ago I suddenly decided, pretty much out of the blue, that whatever, I'll just do it. And then I played it through in a couple of days (it's a short game) and I loved it.

So... yes. The game is creepy. Extremely creepy at times. The warnings from the beginning: This game contains disturbing images and scenes of explicit violence, gore, self-harm, sexual harassment, animal cruelty, body horror, mental illnesses, flashing images and drug usage.

That's... a bunch. I don't think it's quite as bad as that might make it seem, but it sure has it's moments.

Ok, so, the story. Fran is a 10-year-old girl whose parents were brutally murdered, after which she ended up in a mental asylum for children. The game starts when she is trying to escape the place in order to find her missing cat.

I enjoyed just about everything about this game. The story, the characters, the art (even at its most disturbing), the soundtrack... and the puzzles too. Some were pretty hard, at least for me (I confess, I googled what I should do a couple of times. I'm just too impatient and I want to get on with the story!) Anyway, overall, the puzzles were quite enjoyable and clever.

The game has sort of a very creepy and twisted Alice in Wonderland vibes. There's our normal reality, which is not that pretty either at all times, and then there is... well. A rather gory and horrifying version of this reality. Let me demonstrate with a couple of somewhat boring pics. (This is pretty tame, really,...)

Here's a bunch of random little pics from throughout the game, more or less creepy.

(Yes, I left the gory & body horror parts out, you can see them yourself in the game if you want.)

#fran bow #game rec #and a fic rec also #tho the fic is unfinished :/

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write-lets-do-this · 10 months

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All for the Game is a series that truly transformed my reading experience back in the summer of 2020 when I read it for the first time. I remember taking the trilogy with me on a week-long beach holiday with my parents and regretting not bringing any more books with me for how fast I tore through them. I managed to keep myself fairly occupied by my own fantasies of how the characters would have reacted had they materialised before me or happened to be playing on the beach as I walked past. I could go on forever about all the details that go into this series and the emotions that I felt upon reading that were captured just as vividly even on my second re-read, but I’ll keep this relatively short.

The second book, The Raven King, (not to be confused with the novel of the same name by Maggie Stiefvater) kicks up the gory side a lot. This is the point where I warn anyone who hasn’t read it yet, and might be planning to, to check the trigger warnings for some pretty upsetting content that appears in both this second book and the third one also with too much plot relevance to be easily skipped over. There’s some harsh language and questionable drug use from the first book too, but the latter two books are the most heavy-handed with the explicit depictions of some quite horrific events.

For a series that has been published independently, it holds up well in terms of its quality when compared to other popular staples in the YA genre. The fact that it has been independently published rather than through an agency somewhat serves to highlight and mirror the narrative of the PSU Foxes as they scrabble together a found family of sorts from a bunch of traumatised and troubled young adults. The rawness of the writing itself only highlights this, making it easy for any angsty YA reader to latch onto, which really isn’t a bad thing when it comes to this series. All for the Game truly does master the art of creating almost stupidly dramatic scenarios and making them feel relatable to anyone that’s ever experienced any feelings of anger or worthlessness.

This series is so close to my heart it’s rather difficult to write objectively, or with a particularly analytical mindset about it, but it really is done rather well. The pacing is kept throughout the series, climaxing towards the final instalment and allowing a fair (if very slightly excessive) conclusion to ensure the characters’ arcs have been fully tied up. None of the leaving-enough-knots-untied-to-potentially-squeeze-another-spinoff-out that seems to plague almost every form of media in the current age, it encapsulates the whole story of Neil Josten and the other Foxes within its several hundred pages.

Neil’s narration plays its own part, making him an excellent, and frequently hilarious, unreliable narrator. The way Sakavic uses this as a tool to convey Neil’s own opinions without overly clouding the reality of the events beyond the character’s perspective is a finely-balanced art. While he’s not always the most honest about his own feelings, Neil’s perceptiveness makes for a fascinating angle that really uplifts the whole story.

Overall

I’ve already told you how much I absolutely adore this series, for personal reasons probably a little more than technical writerly ones. But gosh does it pull on your heartstrings. If you have the nerve to tolerate the hefty trigger list All for the Game comes with, absolutely give it a read!

Rating: ★★★★★

-Olive Tree

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Ok, time for another creepypasta au headcannon.

Today’s headcannon is going to be about Brian/hoodie

Just to clarify. I know hoodie and Masky are not proxies or creepypasta. I just love them , so I’m including them in this creepypasta au. Thank you.

Anyway on with the headcannons

. First things first. when he fell he didn’t actually *die* but instead was rendered immobile due to a broken neck and a severe concussion. The slenderman fixed the broken neck to allow him to move once more. However, he still had to suffer through the concussion on his own in which he would pass out without warning. He still has to deal with the damage to his back .

. Hoodie has trouble standing up from laying down after the fall. It really hurts him sometimes

. Has a scar on his back from the fall.

. Since falling and nearly dying for the effort. Hoodie developed an immense fear of heights, or high anxiety( that’s the old term though- the newer one is acrophobia.)

. NEVER SHOWS HIS FACE to people he doesn’t know VERY well. Only Tim knows what he looks like. BEN erased everything about Marble Hornets off the internet- or more so off the Pasta’s phones so they can never find out about it. Meaning BEN does know what Brian looks like under the mask but he doesn’t say anything.

. Both him and Tim go to therapy now. Considering both are very traumatized from Marble hornets and from before that

. He usually has nightmares about the all the terrible shit that’s happened to him. Like Nightmares every night. Wakes up at least 3 times screaming a night.

. Brian is in a constant state of being. He’s not dead, he’s not alive, he’s not undead. He’s just there.

. Likes to lean on things. Walls, people, anything really. He does so to ground himself. If he can touch something, that must mean he’s not dead!

. He’s partially blind in both eyes, due to the state of being he is in. They are a cloudy grey toned green instead of the brightly colored olive green they used to be all before Marble Hornets. He always hides his eyes due to this, not liking it when people stare directly into them. So he wears contacts. He can see, but it’s not that well.

. He is trying to get over the fear of people seeing his face- well more so his eyes. He believes his eyes are dead, much like he should be.

. He!!! Has!!! A support dog!!! Her name is Polly, she is a huge fluffy Samoyed and he loves her and every time he gets home from being Hoodie for like a Week Polly is IMMEDIATELY in his arms and sending him back onto the ground but its ok cause he lovers her a lot. She also acts as his seeing dog. Slenderman thought it was a good idea at the time.

. His fighting style is mid range to close range combat. He will take a sniping position on missions sometimes, but doesn't prefer long range combat if he can help it

. He’s Slender’s favourite to be honest, but he isn’t allowed to say that or there will be war.

. He ’s probably the most rational out of everyone.

. Tho he’s this calm, collected, almost laid back dude most of the time but mention Alex Kralie around him and he’ll choke slam you. Eyeless Jack learned this the hard way.

. Brian has a drinking problem just like how Tim has a smoking problem.

. Britney spears always gets him in the mood for mass murder

. He stares a lot

. Hoodie has completely silent footsteps and it’s nearly impossible to hear him moving around.

. He makes Dad Jokes and everyone else loves hates them. Tim once slapped him for the ‘hi hungry, I’m Dad’ gag.

. Has an addiction to subway

. He developed an ability to distort minds. It’s similar to slender-sickness, except it only effects who he wants to effect.

. he uses a voice changer when out and about and with his mask on

. Is a fan of Game of Thrones and dragged Tim into it. He likes the gory scenes in it and all the drama a few little lies can create (he laughed when Joffery died because the guy was a right prick)

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU LITTLE SHIT I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU MYSELF”- hoodie

“Brian, sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up before I stab you.”- masky

. Hoodie enjoys breaking into his victims houses and moving their shit around. He thinks it's funny as fuck.

. Brian/Hoodie both have a habit of stealing peoples pills, whether it be Tims, someone in the mansions, or their victims. Sometimes they take them other times they don’t. They don’t usually mean to but it’s like second nature

. He keeps his closet full of identical yellow hoodies so that he never has to be seen without his trademark hoody.

. goes by He/Him pronouns and is just a regular gay man

. Hoodie isn’t shy. He just has trust issues. This is due to Tim’s betrayal and lying to him in college about the operator resulting in his near death.

. He wasn’t soft-spoken in the past and very able to bring his ideas out in the open. Ever since the fall, he has withdrawn into himself.

. Hoodie has a slight obsession with cameras. He always has one on him, with several spare tapes, and records a lot. Because of this hoodie has blackmail on practically everyone, and is not afraid to use it. By now it is second nature to watch what you say when the hooded proxy is in the room. After all, it’s usually the quiet ones you gotta keep an eye on.

. Hoodie has really good computer and editing skills. But he doesn’t really use the computer often cause he reminds him of the past.

. While he’s quiet around others, he’s actually a really good conversationalist

. Hoodie is the one who drives. He doesn’t like Masky doing it with his impulsive nature and seizures, Circe’s reckless driving, and toby…. Just no.. so hoodie drives.

. brian has lotsa failed stick and poke tattoos. wanted too be cool too have a small one. fucks it up everytime somehow. always wears longsleeves because of it. everytime its like summer tim tries too get him into a t-shirt

“You’re gonna get fucking heat stroke, we barely have an ac-” - masky

“hisss”-hoodie

so yeah he just walks around in a sweaty long sleeved shirt

. Hoodie and Masky serve as mentors for toby, and Circe. God knows those kids need all the guidance they can get. Like seriously:

Hoodie: “we’re doing a safety course today, I’m going to pretend to be a burglar and you have to react correctly.”

Circe and toby: “okay.”

Hoodie: “give me all your money or I’ll shoot.”

Circe: “bold of you to assume we have money.”

Toby: “bold of you to assume we don’t want to die.”

Hoodie:” ……….”

Overall hoodie has a lot on going on. Well it ever get better? Who knows.

Anyway I hoped you liked it bye 👋🏻

P.s. this is an au. none of this is canon. So don’t take it seriously if you don’t want to. Don’t hate, if you do, take it somewhere else. Thank you.

P.s.s. Go check out Circe’s origin story on archive of our own . It’s called rabbits are not what they seem.

#creepypasta world building #slender proxy #hoodie marble hornets #creepypasta headcanon

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