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Alan: is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
Scratch: well, look: this is a gun, and this is I’m happy to see you.
#I’m not even sorry about that#alan wake#mr scratch#our favorite tortured writer™#the prince of fucking darkness ™#scratch x alan#alan wake 2#or rather#alan wake’s american nightmare#awan#mr scratch x alan wake
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Bite
Written by: @skylitcreations
Rating: Mature
Fandom: Alan Wake
Ship: Mr.Scratch/Alan Wake
Warnings: Suicidal Thoughts/Intentions, Implied Dubcon/Torture
Notes: Written for the prompts of 'Biting' and 'Grinding'
Summary:
Very little light reached them in the alleyway they'd found themselves in, but that was a bit more intentional than Alan was likely to admit. In a world where one could often reach a breaking point where they wanted nothing more than to die, seeking out danger was sometimes just second nature.
Read on AO3!
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Remedy characters that just casually hang out at the Remedy office...
#remedy entertainment#remedy control#Alan Wake (Game)#jesse faden#casper darling#mr. scratch#I love these videos#I've also realised that in the pictures I chose Jesse and Scratch are both stealing something and Darling is just being a polite little lad#Control - Remedy Entertainment Studio Tour by Jesse Faden#Alan Wake 2 – Oh Deer Diner Thermos Reveal (Airam x Alan Wake 2 collaboration)#Alan Wake's American Nightmare - Super Effective Sales Trailer
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Reposting this because it uploaded in poor quality last time! Anyways they love their kids
#alan wake#alan wake 2#mr scratch#Thomas Zane#control game#Dr Casper darling#Casper darling x Thomas Zane#twin au#gay dads au#maybe the ship name for Thomas and darling could be arts and sciences?#darlingpoetry?
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we belong together
we are the heart
we should be one
#alan wake 2#aw2#alan wake#scratch#mr scratch#alan wake x scratch#remedy entertainment#alan wake fanart#remedy connected universe#my art
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Scratch is fucking tired of the whole "nobody likes me, i hate myself i'm such a failure of a writer" bs
Original template vvvvv
#mr scratch#alan wake#alanscratch#wakescratch#alan x scratch#alan wake 2#cw: blood#my art#fanart#digital art
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Me thinking about my mercenery OC Anne interacting with AW2 characters if she ended up in the Dark Place.
#also thinking to redraw anne x zane with alan x zane cuz it fits so perfectly#love how anne x scratch turned out she probably didn't make it out alive#this time#kasimova's art#alan wake#alan wake 2#Anne Murphy#anne#mr. scratch#tom zane#thomas zane
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Scratch wants to obey Alan. The darkness craves to return to its creator. Scratch will be obedient and loyal if Alan is ready to listen for him. But he will become fury, uncontrollable, unbearable when Alan reject him.
Scratch wants to obey Alan, craves to be dominated over him, asks for a hard strong hand that will lead him, to guide his thirst of destruction. (But will Alan be able to control himself?)
Scratch belongs to Alan, he is a part of a single whole, he is a lost piece of writer's soul. The cat that walks by himself but always returns to the master.
#I have many thoughts in my head about Scratch and his connection with Alan#I just want to scratch out (haha another bad joke) sheet of paper by hundreds silly words about Alan x Scratch relationship#alan wake 2#alan wake#mr. scratch#scratchwake
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Something inspired by chapter 4 of Bet on Bittersweet by @blessedpictures
Full picture under the cut
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Scratch/Alan 4 or 33? Maybe?
Scratch/Alan + 4. …where it hurts / 33. …forcefully.
Why not both? However, AWAN continuety here.
Content warning: Mild mouth gore.
They seemed to find themselves in this scenario no matter how long the chase was. Alan tied to a chair, Scratch looming over him with a knife. Well, not so much looming now… Scratch was sitting on Wake’s lap, the knife lazily being twirled around as he talked.
“So, yes. You should’ve seen her face. The utter shock as I gutted her? Priceless!” He wrapped up his story, finally arriving at the long-winded conclusion to his tale. Alan scoffed and sighed.
“Scratch… just get it over with.” He would have let his head drop, exhausted from the other’s monologue and the weight on him… However, the double had a tight grip on his hair and was holding him up, pulling roughly whenever he wanted a reaction to his story.
“Aw, did I bore you?” the Herald taunted, and the writer didn’t really need to reply. His face betrayed the facts. Scuffed as it was.
“Just kill me. At least then I don’t got to hear your shitty anecdotes anymore,” Wake grunted, and Scratch tugged his hair again. There was no more yelping left in him at that. He merely grimaced.
“You should appreciate my company a lot more.” The double grinned. “Wait, I have an idea.” He shifted, moving to reposition himself to face Wake. Once like that, he rested the sharp knife against Alan’s mouth.
“Not this again—” Alan started, but soon enough, the edges sliced the surface of his tongue and the writer recoiled. Scratch then moved the blade away and, instead, grasped Wake’s chin. His mouth dripped with blood—he was only vaguely aware that the knife wound wasn’t deep and that it didn’t render him mute. It only hurt.
The Herald leaned in and placed his lips over the writer’s, then forced his tongue in and swiped his tongue across the wound.
Alan squirmed, but didn’t get to respond more than that when Scratch proceeded to deepen the kiss further and further, as if his own tongue was too long. Alan gagged. When the Herald pulled back, Wake panted for breath and winced at the sting of the wound.
Scratch merely stared at him, delighted.
“Cat got your tongue?” the double ragged on.
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Let me live inside you.
Let me inhabit you.
As long as I can live inside you my suffering will be purified.
Even if humans became extinct, civilizations extinguished, if the day came where only the wind blew across the reddish-brown earth...
At the very end of time, even when all the stars have disappeared.
This feeling would still linger on this earth.
This desire would still linger in the void of the darkness.
[x]
#another mob quote for my scratch/alan collection 😌#aw associations#mirage of blaze#mob quotes#mob translation#hono no mirãju#kuwabara mizuna#scratch x alan#mr scratch x alan wake
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It’s fingers bunched in my hair. It could have been the dim light, but it looked like Scratch’s lip quivered.
“I can tell,” The Dark Presence whispered. It let go of my locks, frowning. “I can tell when you drift away.”
We were connected on a greater level than I understood - or wanted.
“I can’t help it,” I offered, still confused by the whole ordeal.
In a blur, Scratch’s jacket was on the floor. In his bloodied white shirt, he held the gun loosely with a smile.
“Yes. Yes you can.”
I want Alan for myself, it had said.
The way Scratch looked at me wasn’t with anger, or the raw rage I’d expected after all these years. It was fascination behind those eerie eyes, obsession.
Alice loved me the way the ocean loved the shore, but Scratch? Scratch loved the way the teeth love the tendon, the way the skin loves a bruise.
The way a writer still loves the bones of that first draft.
I swallowed hard.
“Yes, I can.”
#scratchwake#yeah I’m writing it#alan wake 2#alan wake#alan x scratch#alan wake x scratch#mr. scratch#the dark presence#heres a snippet before I go play more control#remedy games
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No, this creature doesn’t look like Alan at all. Not really, not where it matters. Scratch blinks slowly, water slicking down his pale face as he kneels upon the wet concrete - rain seeping into the knees of his trousers. It feels good on Alan’s skin, cool and clear and tastes nothing of lake water. The tears on Scratch’s face bubble over, drifting up and away as if pulled through a current - anti gravity. Does he cry saltwater?, Alan wonders. Does this creature cry brackish tears, or would it be the freshwater of a clear lake?
Sketch based on an amazing Scratch/Alan fic on Ao3
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An AU where a collaboration between art and science as able to create the doomed miracle baby that is Alan.
#alan wake 2#Alan wake#thomas zane#dr darling#control game#Casper darling#dr Casper darling#Casper darling x Thomas Zane#look that’s Alan’s gay dads#Alan said you can’t make something out of nothing from the dark place sooo#this counts scratch too
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amalgamation/storytelling
scratch x reader; gender unspecified
word count: 311
author's note: vague 👍 god i hope it's understandable enough
on ao3
he didn't fucking like that. when stripped of control, even hobbies don't bring that much satisfaction. the thing – refusal to associate it with any human ties it had/used to have – snorted in the chair.
"savoring the feeling. being in control. blood..." – inhale, spit out, – "trickled down their chins, staining the white."
another blow to the jaw made him/it see white. stopped grinning long ago – tiring, not exactly enjoyable anymore. why the fuck would it even continue with all that? hated to admit – wake was far more thrilling: kicking back, squirming, running around his little cage he called new york. this? felt like punching a talking plushie with dying batteries.
dropped the head. dead? fuck, he hoped so. unclenched the fist, two fingers to the neck.
"glad for turning me into a clerk, honey?" – hands framing the face. the thing semi-conscious, smiling. wiped the blood from under the nose.
these 'sessions' dragged for longer with each loop – his goal, achieved each time. turning into a chore. oh how he strived for the corruption, to twist, break, stretch, tear this thing back when it was still human, still alive, obeying the rules of the hunt, loop. and now, wanting to dig his talons into anything but the flesh he has already learned by heart.
"scratch hated it," – barely heard, wheezing, lack of air, – "hated it, hated it, hated it, hated it for leading, giving in or up, voice growing with newly found rage and eager– ness, enjoying, following the script, reaching, melding, being one of the same! head jerking upwards, right in the eyes, the quote—"
hands lowering. mouth shut, good riddance.
"let's not spoil the ending, baby."
squeezing motion. period of time unspecified. kick. drop. scream. corner to corner. scream. untie the ropes. wipe blood from his/its face. discard. recite. rinse and repeat.
he fucking hates being connected.
#alan wake x reader#(the game not character)#mr scratch x reader#mr scratch#scratch#scratch x reader#personal#halonocturne writing
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