what once was a monster

everyone at Namjoon this comeback 


If it hasn’t been already, I propose KELPIE Mabel for the Monster Falls AU :vc

anonymous asked:

Hey, if you're not too busy, i was wondering what podcasts you listen to/would recommend? I started listening to the bright sessions and Mabel after seeing you reblog/post about them and i seem to have such trouble finding new ones to listen to. Thanks!


Also, I listen to a HUGE number and I have been meaning to make a list.

so OK, here we go! /Mario 

http://mabelpodcast.com is amazing, it’s an eerie story about a woman trying to get in touch with the estranged granddaughter of the woman she takes care of as a live-in nurse. There’s ghosts, or faeries, or something else eerie.

http://thebrightsessions.com is a sweet, light podcast about a bunch of kids (high school and college age) who have superpowers and go to therapy. There’s a thriller element, lots of queer rep, and tons of in-world documents/blogs/etc created.

http://www.kingfallsam.com/ is about the radio hosts of the overnight call-in show in King Falls, a town where the weird happens.  Reminds me of Eerie, Indiana, if you ever saw that show.

http://withinthewires.com is by the Welcome to Night Vale people and it’s a creepy horror story about an oppressive regime and women escaping from it, and sisters and love and memory and identity.

https://arsparadoxica.com/ is a cold-war-style spy show about time travel and accidental history and science and people who are broken in interesting ways.

http://www.albasalix.com/ is a silly fairy-tale comedy that reminds me in all the best ways of a great sitcom. It’s about the grumpy Royal Physician to the King in a fantasy land and the idiots that plague her.

http://woodenovercoats.com/ reminds me instead of the great old British comedies like Fawlty Towers and Are You Being Served? It’s about a struggling funeral home on a tiny island and is lightly surreal. (It’s narrated by a mouse, for starters).

http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/panoply/the-message The Message and Life After are each one-season shows on this same stream. The Message is about a dangerous sound/music being studied; lif-e.af/ter is about people who live on via their social media profiles after death.

http://iriscasefiles.tumblr.com only has two eps, but it’s a cool adventure-y mystery in outerspace about a biologist and, I think, a revolution.

http://www.wolf359.fm/ is incredible, it’s about a small crew on a deep-space science mission that quickly goes bad – but it’s funny and charming and full of found family.

http://www.thepenumbrapodcast.com/ is a genre-bending semi-noir podcast about a grand hotel just this side of nowhere and the people that inhabit it.

http://thebridgepod.com is a tale of the transcontinental bridge, a once-grand project that has fallen to ruin, the mystery of what happened to those who once lived there, and deep-sea monsters and the eco-terrorists who love'em.

http://pleasuretownshow.com/ is about a turn of the century town in Oklahoma that was once envisioned as a hedonistic utopia but quickly fell to the vaguarities of man.

http://thrillingadventurehour.com/ now rarely updated, but with tons of back episodes – an old-school radio play type show.  The two stories that anchor it are Sparks Nevada, Marshall on Mars (space cowboys!) and Beyond Belief (glamorous NYC couple drinks, encounters the supernatural, amuses themselves by resolving problems) but there are quite a few serial shows.

http://www.eos10.com/ is about a couple of doctors on a space station that serves as an intergalactic travel hub, and is silly and ridiculous and worth it.

https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-elysium-project/id955156631?mt=2 is about folks who were experimented on and given strange powers, and have now escaped from the people who had them captive.  Really interesting take on how the powers work, IMO, and definitely scary sometimes.

http://rustyquill.com/the-magnus-archives/ is a weekly reading from, well, The Magnus Archives, a collection of eerie, horror-tastic documents in possession of a group that specializes in studying the weird.

http://www.archive81.com/ is also about both the library and librarian of a weird collection.  I stopped listening at the beginning of season 2 because of some pretty explicitly on-tape torture, but before that it was good.

https://www.lessergodspodcast.com/ is about the Final Five – the last generation of humans after a reproductive apocalypse.  They live in decadent fame as the world ends and people desperately try to create more people.  I wish this was fully acted rather than read in-perspective, I have a hard time keeping characters apart sometimes, but it’s good stuff in terms of world-building.

https://greaterbostonshow.com/ reminds me of a slightly more serious Douglas Adams, it’s a slightly surreal show about people in Boston and…weirdness.

http://www.returnhomepodcast.com/ is about an ordinary guy who returns home to find his dad has forgotten him, his mother is missing, and the Society of Shadows needs him.  The writing starts out pretty cliche but it gets better as the show goes on.

http://www.ourfaircity.com/ is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi… I’m not sure what to call it.  It’s not a comedy, but it is weirdly funny.  It’s not horror, but it can be horrific.  I have audio processing issues and this one gives me trouble, but when I can puzzle it through it’s usually worth it.

http://www.limetownstories.com/ is so so so good and I so hope for another season – a decade ago a scientific collective/town disappeared completely, to a person.  A reporter related to one of them investigates what could happen.  Heart-poundingly scary in all the best ways.

http://pnwstories.com/ has The Black Tapes, Tanis, and Rabbits, all presented as very ordinary NPR-style podcasts about weird and mysterious things – a collection of supernatural events that a scientist is studying, a place/state of mind/eerie thing called Tanis, and an ARG/real-world game.  I like’em well enough but they lean on the same tropes, so pick one and stick with it IMO.

http://www.lorepodcast.com/ is more folklore than fiction, but it’s good storytelling about mysterious and creepy and lovely things, so I think it belongs here.

On my yet-to-be-listened-to list:



I… think that’s everything fictional/storytelling that I’ve got right now.  

second chance

okay this really bad as i wrote it while i was half awake and distracted

pls forgive me as the second part will be better (if its wanted enough 


its also really short ugH guys im sorry 

summary: eddie gets taken in the neibolt house and richie’s totally not okay with it

pairing: eddie x richie

words: 753

Eddie Kaspbrak had never felt pain like this before. His mom had sheltered him so much that the most pain he’s ever felt was a bee sting when he was seven. His arm was most definitely broken. Eddie nearly passed out again from the searing pain, but the noises coming from the fridge jolted him awake. It came crawling out of the rusty refrigerator, its bones seemingly nonexistent Eddie started to try and back away, but the broken table prevented him from going anywhere. The clown smiled menacingly, calmingly speaking, “time to float.”
Eddie was horrified, trying once again to move away. It made gestures as if he was having trouble breathing, but Eddie knew it was just making fun of his asthma. What an asshole!

The monster suddenly stopped once it was on top of Eddie, putting a gloved hand over his face. It growled inhumanly, growing angry. He heard a yell of his name, presumably from Richie, but it was too late. It had picked Eddie up, dragging him down to the basement and into the well. The last thing Eddie saw was Richie running down the stairs before it all went black.

Richie Tozier had never been more pissed in his life. “You saw the well? You saw the well? All I saw was Eddie getting dragged in there with that damn thing!”

“W-We know where it is a-a-a-and next time we’ll be better prepared,” Bill argued.

“Why are you waiting?! Eddie could be getting eaten out by that clown and you’re just standing here! We need to go in there now.”

“Richie-” Bill started.

“No! Listen to me, Bill! Georgie is dead because of that thing and I am not letting it kill my best friend!”

“Georgie is not dead!” Bill said, stopping Richie from moving.

“You couldn’t save him, but we can still save Eddie.”

“T-T-T-Take it back! You’re scared, and we all are, but take it back!” Bill yelled, shoving Richie backward.

That was the last straw for him. Richie ran forward and shoved Bill, only to be punched and knocked to the ground. He reached his hand up to his nose, pulling it back to find blood on it. 

“Fuck all of you!” Richie spat, standing and getting his bike. He biked the long way home, clearing his head. As soon as he got home, he went to get supplies. He grabbed his empty school backpack and got a baseball bat, a knife, a flashlight and his old BB gun with extra BBs. He found an old rope in his room he used to use to climb out his window and shoved that in his backpack as well. Richie biked to the house, lots and lots of adrenaline coursing through his body. He was going to get Eddie back, he knew it. 

The house looked even more menacing at night if it were possible. Richie set his bike down on the lawn, taking out his BB gun and making sure it was loaded correctly. “Let’s fuckin do this.” He mumbled, standing up and walking inside the house slowly. Every step he took creaked the floorboards. He waved the flashlight around, slowly making his way downstairs.

The well was pitch black, even shining a flashlight down it didn’t help. Richie didn’t have time to wait until morning; he was getting his best friend back.

Richie knew Eddie was way more than that to him. He’s known it for a while but he had no idea if Eddie was gay, or if he even liked boys at all. Richie covered it up with ‘fake’ flirting and constant teasing. That was the only way he knew how.
Richie was lost in his thoughts, tying the rope quickly to the base of the staircase and over the well rig so he could lower himself in. 

He threw his BB gun over his shoulder and put the flashlight in his mouth, gripping tightly onto the rope, using his foot to push off the wall. Richie saw a hole in the wall, slowly making his way over and crawling inside of it. He let out a sigh of relief, crawling out and into the sewer. The water was definitely greywater, as Eddie had called it. It smelled awful. Children’s giggles filled Richie’s ears as he walked toward the light at the end of the sewer opening. Everything smelled terrible and he knew he could never wear these sneakers again. 

Richie had to find Eddie and he would, no matter what it took.

HOnestly plEase forgive how horrible this was. i wanted to post something and tHIS was all i had in me

if y’all want a part two? lemme know? I have an idea and im sure i’ll write it better tomorrow if i have some MOTIVATIOn

also lemme know if you wanna be tagged and what not


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tysm for reading this shit fic <3

anonymous asked:

Monster Alex Krailie could have black eyes and guns for arms...?

ol gunhands kralie is here to cleanse the world of evil 

One good advice for Sangwoo

supahstormclaw  asked:

*hands you the same monster claw that turned you into monster rye but you don't know yet* Hold this and I'll give you 12 dozen donuts. Just hold the claw. Huehuehuehuehue...

What am I gonna do with so many donut boxes? And what’s up with this claw, it seems familiar.

(The claw’s power seems to have been already absorbed before, it seems to be just an ordinary claw now)

A penny for your thoughts

Request for some good old breeding with a Xenomorph and an afab (assigned female at birth) reader!

You keep your shotgun at the ready as you sneak around in the hallways of the giant starship, knowing that the Xenomorph is somewhere out there. The hallways are long and narrow, not to mention partially shrouded in darkness, making it so much harder to scout ahead.

Every little noise gets to you – the metal fans whirring, the occasional thump of a piece of machinery, even your own footsteps and your own heavy breathing.

You haven’t been sneaking around for long before a tingling sensation at the base of your neck urges you to whip around, shotgun held high.

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Foldin’ Clothes : Mark Lee

→ mark lee x reader

→ fluffy fluff fluff ; 1.4k words

→ based on “foldin clothes” by j.cole {listen here}, doing laundry at NCT’s dorm so mark doesn’t have to cause youre like, the best girlfriend ever.

→ **AN; i dont usually write scenarios but ive had this idea in my head for the longest time… i did used to enjoy writing a couple years ago tho so maybe i’ll start getting into it again**

It never ceased to amaze you how even with his busy idol life, your boyfriend still made time to show you how much he loves you. Any spare moment he had was filled with an “I love you, you mean the world to me” text, a phone call or a visit to your home to cuddle and watch an episode of your favorite Netflix series before he was whisked away to another schedule. If you admired anyone in this world, it would be Mark Lee. You would never understand how he managed to balance his work, his sleep, his meals and his girlfriend but somehow he did it.

He wasn’t a half-assed boyfriend either. He always found a way to make you feel unconditionally loved and adored, even if it was just for a brief moment. If there was one thing everyone knew about Mark, it was that he was passionate in anything that he did, including his relationships. He’s been there for you since your first year of middle school, through some of the toughest times in your life and still everyday with him is better than the last. It was hard for anyone in a “normal” relationship to believe, but he made your life easier. Yeah you may go a week without seeing each other, but you always had someone to rely on and put your love and trust into. Besides, Mark “didn’t have time to do anything else besides work and love you,” as he would say.

It seemed that Mark was always busy. Even being home at the dorms, he never had down time. He had texted you earlier that day to bring over any clothes he may have left at your house, as he was stuck on laundry duty since he lost to Haechan, the other 127 maknae, in a game of rock, paper, scissors. As you arrived, you knocked on the front door with a special pattern, one you and Mark made up years ago when you went to a summer music camp. There was no answer for a minute, so you tried again. Eventually you heard the click of the lock, and you can’t help but smile knowing your boyfriend was on the other side. You look up to the face of an older boy, one that was definitely not Mark. “Oh, hi, Jaehyun!” You greeted.

“Hey pipsqueak, what’cha doin’?” He asked, a dimpled grin appearing.

“I was just here to drop off some clothes, I heard Mark’s on laundry duty this week,” you offered a smile in return.

Jaehyun laughed, “yeah, poor guy never gets a break, huh? Come on in, munchkin, I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.” He opened the door wide, allowing you to step in after ducking under his arm.

“When are you going to stop calling me names, Jaehyun?” You laughed as you took a look at him over your shoulder.

“When are you going to grow taller, Y/N?” He smirked. Fair enough. “Mark should be in the living room, that’s where he was when I last saw him at least.” You thanked him and watched as he turned a corner, probably going back to his room. You wondered if the other members were here, and how come none of them were near the door to let you in. You wandered into the living room, following the noise of the television.

“Markiepoooooo…” you drawled in a sing-song voice, “I have your clothes!” There was no answer. You made your way to the couch, where you saw your boyfriend sound asleep with a baskets of laundry on the ground next to him. Your little heart bursted at the sight, half because he just looked so cute, you couldn’t even handle it, and half because you felt that maybe it was unfair of his hyungs to make him do laundry, I mean they had a million members, why did Mark have to become the victim of laundry day? You walked to the laundry room and set the pile of dirty clothes on top of the washing machine for now, then opened the dryer to see if there were clothes that needed to be folded. It was empty, so you assumed that maybe Mark had taken all the dry clothes to the living room where he could sit and watch TV as he folded them, but was so exhausted that he just passed out on the couch.  You couldn’t just set the dirty clothes down and leave. One, you wanted to see your boyfriend, and two, you felt as though Mark needed his rest, and the least you could do was help him with his chores. The members shouldn’t mind, it’s not like that one time you and Mark took over the TV and played Mario Kart for 5 hours in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping, the game causing you two to argue at very high volumes, waking up pretty much the entire dorm which ended in you two being sent to your house where you could “make as much noise as you want, but not in the weird way,” Johnny clarified. “What’s the weird way? Nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

So that’s how you arrived at your current state, sitting on the ground with your back against the couch with 3 baskets of laundry (another load in the washing machine,) and your sleeping boyfriend behind you. The TV was playing reruns of Friends, a show you and Mark used to binge watch during summers before he started training to become an idol. You dumped out a basket and got started, separating the jeans from the shorts, the t-shirts from the sweatshirts, and decided to throw all the socks and underwear into their own pile, and let the NCT members figure that out for themselves.

Almost an hour and a half later, Mark woke up to the sound of a door slamming, maybe Yuta had just come back from the gym. “Y/N?” Mark’s low, raspy sleepy voice came from behind you.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Good morning sleepyhead! You want some cereal?” You held the bowl up to him, but he shook his head and flattened his hair down, shutting his eyes since he hadn’t gotten adjusted to the lights yet.

“What are you doing here, babe?” he said after a minute.


“Why are you doing your laundry at the dorms?” He laughed, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

“I’m not doing my laundry, you goose. I’m doing your laundry.” You set the empty bowl of cereal to the side, somewhere where it wouldn’t get knocked over. Mark looked at you, then looked at the piles of folded clothes spread across the living room floor, then back to you.

“You did laundry for me?” He said in a quiet voice, sounding almost astonished.

“Well, yeah. At first I just came over to drop off your clothes from my house, but then I saw you sleeping on the couch with mountains of laundry in front of you and  I just thought of how you’re always constantly busy and if I could do just one little thing to make your life easier I probably should,” you shrugged, turning to face him.

“Y/N…you are such an angel. I don’t deserve you,” he reached to hold your face in his hand, caressing your cheekbone with soft strokes of his thumb.

“Shut up, Mark. If anything I don’t deserve you. You do so much for me without even realizing it, so it’s only fair for me to return the favor every once in awhile. Besides, what kind of monster would I be to show up with even more clothes for you to wash and not even try to help?”

Mark responded with a smile, a kiss, and a soft “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you taunted.

“You guys are disgusting,” Jaehyun laughed from the doorway.

I love you!” Doyoung mocked.

No no, I love you more!!” Jaehyun returned with a girlish tone and some kissing sounds. “Get a room you two little lovebirds.” And with that, they left you alone.

“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate everything you do for me.”

“It’s the least I can do. Now you have some free time right? Let’s play Mario Kart!”

Spankin’ New Webcomic: Chroma Key!

Come read Chroma Key!!! My friend over at @octillerize and I collaborated in making a coming-of-age story that is very reminiscent of power ranger type action, with a group of friends who discover something that lets them live through what was once childhood nostalgia. And its got exosuits and monsters and sci-fi stuffs to come, lots of my favorite things! It’s my very first time coloring for a comic, and my friend is so excited to have launched! Come Read!

anonymous asked:

What do you think would happen if all of the main characters of all of your AUs met each other? (Ex. Tony, Howard and Maria from the Werewolf AU, all the avengers for Anthro, Mob Boss, and Monster)

Oh boy. Ooooh boy.

MB Tony would be so frightened of Howard and Maria, would beg the others not to let slip that he is… what he is, and his Avengers would be so sad and angry all at once. Monster AU Tony would be so jealous that he got a shit Howard and this one dotes on his little boy, why couldn’t he have that, why couldn’t his Howard be good too? Anthro Tony is aloof but cordial to Howard and Maria because Cats but he is keeping this tiny Tony. (Maria thinks this is hilarious because Cats; she knows that Anthro Tony will cede to her when push comes to shove and she can tell he’s just trying to be a little shit and aggravate his mates anyway, who look jittery but also excited because apparently this is going to be the door to asking about pups that they’ve been waiting for. Howard is confused and clings to his Tony in terror because he thinks Anthro Tony might mean it.)

Anthro and MB Natasha are kind of in love with Monster Natasha. She’s beautiful and terrifying and at one point she says “I have literally eaten a man” and it’s very hard not to squeal excitedly because holy shit they’re badass and terrifying in every universe but this universe is way cooler. “Tony bribed me not to eat him with soup,” Monster Natasha adds, and in the background Howard clutches his Tony tighter, but MB and Anthro Natasha just… need to take a moment to process this, why is Tony like this, why–

MB Bruce looks at the Hulk and then at Anthro Bruce and he is just… “WHAT IS THIS,” he says, loudly, with feeling. Hulk thinks this is hilarious and pulls them both into a hug. Anthro Bruce looks pained. “I would have to move heaven and earth to find an answer for you.”

Monster, Anthro, and MB Thor shake hands and slap each other on the back and then MB Thor leans in and wiggles his eyebrows and says something in Norwegian and Monster and Anthro Thor roar with laughter. They don’t explain no matter who asks or how insistently.

Anthro and MB Clint are kind of intimidated by how big Monster Clint is and how obviously his trauma is still affecting him. Monster Clint looks at Anthro Clint and is so very confused. “What the hell are you.” Anthro Clint is no longer intimidated HE WANTS TO FITE and MB Clint just sorta climbs on his back to keep him from doing so. Monster Clint herds all of the Tonys together (and Howard, because he’s not letting go for anything) and curls his wings around them and just… kinda roosts. With all the Tonys. “What the fuck,” MB Clint whispers.

All the Steves and Buckys are sticking in their pairs, but they’re sizing each other up, too. All of the Buckys even growl at each other a little. Then MB Steve blurts out “Does your Tony purr?” and Anthro Steve is like “HELL YEAH HE PURRS especially when we XXX–” (Howard screams and covers his Tony’s ears in the background but Tony is too busy playing with Clint’s feathers to notice). Monster Steve jumps in to add that his Tony doesn’t purr but he does sometimes mewl like a cat and can he touch Anthro Tony’s ears??? (”Yes,” Anthro Tony says. “NO,” Anthro Stucky growls.) All the Steves and Buckys are happy to talk about what their Tony likes in bed and the tension between Buckys fades the more secrets they trade about what they’ve found Tony really likes (MB Bucky and Steve do so quietly, in whispers, and tell the others not to say anything to Howard and Maria, and the others nod solemnly).

The happy scene is broken when MB Tony clambers out of the circle of Monster Clint’s wings to stand with shaking hands in front of Maria and ask, “Can–May I hug you? I didn’t, the last time I saw my mother, and I–I think about that a lot, I can’t–I should have hugged her. I should have hugged Howard, too.” Maria doesn’t ask questions, just pulls this grown ass man down into a gentle hug, and then he feels another pair of arms wrap around him and it’s Howard, and he can’t help the tears welling up in his eyes, especially when he feels a pair of little hands wrapping around one of his own and he looks down and sees this tiny version of himself looking up at him with concern.

Monster Tony wants a hug too but isn’t brave enough to ask for one, but Clint–Clint has always been good at hugs, once he realized what hugs were. This is fine. He yelps when Monster Natasha plucks him up and sets him by this alternate version of his parents, but they gladly draw him into a hug as well, so he sniffles into MB Tony’s sleeve.

“…Do you want a hug, Tony?” Anthro Steve asks him gently.

Anthro Tony makes a ‘meh’ sound before saying, “No. They don’t smell right. And cats aren’t like that with their parents anyway.” He looks down at Werewolf Tony when the boy pads over to him and holds his hands up, wordlessly asking to be picked up. “This is a lovely dress,” he tells Werewolf Tony. “If you stay with me I will supply you with endless dresses.” And Werewolf Tony giggles and shakes his head and then politely asks “May I play with your ears?” And HNG Tony wants kittens so bad in this very moment. He puts a little more oomph in his purr just for this pup.

(”There are three adult Tonys,” Monster Steve whispers to Monster Bucky later. “Oh my God Bucky the sex we could have–”

“Right?!” Anthro and MB Steve exclaim.

Steve,” all three Buckys sigh, and then give each other suspicious looks because it’s not like they’re not thinking about a giant Tony sandwich but they were going to wait until they had some privacy to mention it.)

Kageyama fiercely wished he could sink into the cushions behind him and disappear instead of staring at a screen with so much blood oh Lord, why that much blood, what the -
The monster disappeared once again, and Kageyama forced his tensed up muscles to relax. Hinata was so close by now, if he would just tilt his head a bit, it would rest on Kageyama’s shoulder. The way they were sitting seemed like a cliché from some romance flick.

I’m still not over citrusfluegel’s fanfic Shadows don’t matter close to the light  so I obviously had to draw the scene in which these idiots are watching the horror movie and I obviously don’t regret a single thing.

Dinoween: Day 19: Haunted House

Museums seem haunted already, the bones a shelter for long-gone spirits recently awakened from their dusty tombs to walk the darkened marble halls when the living desert them.

But what about the once-grand entrance hall of the park that brought monsters back to life? Are there traces of both the long-dead and the recently deceased? Who is the king of this atrium of big dreams and deadly consequences?

It is the descendants of these monsters, their DNA echoing what once was in the same way as this overgrown ruin, that roar their territorial cry. But just what calls back?


#SanversWeek Day One.

I may have set myself the challenge of making every day of Sanvers Week at least vaguely smutty (if not extremely smutty) and I’m not sorry about it, alright? 

@queercapwriting J I did - *cough* sorry I mean my **friend** did the thing…

Olive is Beta Goals - @404artnotfound

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She wasn’t lying, when she said that she never liked intimacy. Obviously she knows now that there was a specific reason. But at the time, her aversion to that kind of affection was enigmatic. She wanted to want that kind of closeness, to want sex, to want her boyfriend’s the way they wanted her. But she didn’t… she couldn’t.

Matt would beckon for her to join him on his side of the couch and she’d feel a knot of dread form in the pit of her stomach as she tries to pass her grimace for a smile.

“Ah, I’m uh- kind of hot… I’ll just- need some space.” She hopes that she comes across convincingly, as if she isn’t desperately avoiding the kind of touch that feels claustrophobic and suffocating. And it’s not that he’s a bad guy, not at all. In fact, he was the sweetest guy she’d ever met and without all of the fragile masculinity she’d come to detest in other men. Trying to act so chivalrous and for it to go straight to their head.

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Kesha’s rapist, Dr. Luke proves once again that he’s as evil as Kesha says. What kind of monster controls and manipulates someone like this? She just wants freedom and to do what she loves most. Write music and perform! #FreeKesha

Forced - Request

Requested by anon: Dean x Reader OS about it. It’s basically the Reader gets raped but is too ashamed to tell anyone, but the boys figure it out eventually and comfort her.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 2,212

Warnings: Rape, gore.

A/N: This is such a hard topic. Please, guys, if it’s your case you have to look for help. I know it can be embarrassing to admit, and to scary, but please look for help. It is the only way to fight back, and to stop that awful people. Sadly, in real life, there’s no such thing as a Dean Winchester ready to kill for us, so please defend yourself by telling the police or any figure of authority in charge of that.


Originally posted by littleblondesamoan

Running away in that endless street, and the night is darker than ever, and the rain is heavy but not enough to hide her footsteps.  She can sense him coming closer, but she can’t tell where he’s coming from.

She knew it was a bad idea to go after him alone, she knew she had to ask for help from another hunter, but her pride was far too big and she had decided to put an end to his reign of terror once and for all.

If she had only known what kind of monster he was, maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t have tried to stop him. Maybe she would’ve avoided the town or called the cops, or maybe she would’ve sent someone else – a male hunter – to kill him on his sleep. Because, truth was, humans were far worse than any other Supernatural creature.

He was morbid, insane, vulgar, disgusting. The kind of man one changes to the other side of the street, just so one doesn’t walk by his side. The vibe he expelled at plain sight was enough to reject whoever saw him.

So he decided that, to get his way, he would have to take it without permission.

In his brain, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He would break into women’s houses and apartments, he would capture them on the streets and drag them to dark alleys, or even so, get them so drunk at the bars they wouldn’t remember their name the next day – not that there’s ever a next day.

He was a supernatural fanatic. If one entered his house they would find all kinds of books, amulets, sigils, and other things related to the life (Y/N) and the rest of the hunters lived. Thankfully, he was still ignorant to the existence of such things.

Because of his fanaticism, the way he “got rid” of his victims seemed to be like some kind of monster had done it, hence, (Y/N) had target him as his next hunt.

When she arrived in town, she found out exactly who he was. She thought it would be an easy hunt, everyone blamed him for the murderers, and everyone ran away from him so, if he got killed, no one would care.

Humans can be real monsters.

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A bubble and a goth

A Crime Against Pizza (co-authored with @mshoneysucklepink)

From this prompt:  "Your pizza keeps getting delivered to my house by mistake and I need to talk to you about your choice of toppings AU" by @ashesinyourhair from the @dailyau

Rating: PG (for innuendo)
Summary: Some people are very particular about their pizza.
Warnings: Pineapple on pizza, orgasmic descriptions of pepperoni, egregiously overused italics, general idiocy. Stoner Brett.
~3100 words 


First this happened. Then this happened. Super thanks to @snarkyhag for the awesome beta.

The only saving grace about exam time, Blaine thought, was that somehow it made pizza taste even better. He wasn’t sure if it was some psychosomatic reaction or the perfect balance of protein, carbs, and fat traveling through his bloodstream straight to his brain - but it set off his reward center like nothing else. Except maybe a good orgasm (ideally brought on by something other than his own hand, thankyouverymuch).

The only problem was his roommate. Sam HATED Blaine’s preferred toppings of pineapple and ham, (“it’s fruit on pizza, Blaine, and fruit is healthy, it totally defeats the point of pizza being junk food! It makes it, I don’t know, less junky!”) Which was why he considered himself lucky that Sam had a nighttime photo shoot. Nothing was stopping him.

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Creature Appreciation: Until Dawn Wendigo

It seems like I’m on a bit of a kick right now, so I’m gonna talk about another horror related creature: Until Dawn’s Wendigo!

The Wendigo are a creature hailing from Native American folklore, a spirit that possesses humans with a hunger so ravenous that they turn on their own kin, becoming cannibals. Of course if you ask pop culture, this makes them some kind of bizarre deer man, but this isn’t really a thing in the original folklore. Wendigo look like humans. Albeit humans that look like they’ve gone a good few years without food, but still, no deer man.

I go into this because Until Dawn is pretty much the only thing I’ve seen that actually gets them right, or at least gets it closer than any other piece of pop culture does. The Wendigo of Until Dawn are just what they’re supposed to be, monsters that were once human, infected by a spirit that turns them into cannibals. They look frail and emaciated, but they are actually extremely fast and strong. These aren’t nearly humans that went insane, or people who did what they had to do to survive. These are monsters. Admittedly tragic monsters, as they have no control over their insatiable hunger, but monsters nonetheless.

The Wendigo are wondrous in Until Dawn, being truly terrifying antagonists, with one in particular being a rather large spoiler that I won’t get into just in case you haven’t seen it. You really should, it’s a fantastic game, giving homage to classic horror tales, with some interesting twists and turns in the story. Hell, the Wendigo themselves kind of count as a spoiler, as there is no hint to their presence I’m the game! Instead, there are hints dropped, and false leads leading to the wrong conclusion. Like I said, it’s pretty great​!

Now, there is one flaw to the Until Dawn Wendigo, one thing that isn’t really a part of the folklore it’s a part of. They’re blind. They track by sound and scent, which, let’s be honest, if they could see the entire cast would have been dead in seconds. But still, it’s only a single flaw in the depiction, and when the usual flaw is turning them into DEER MEN, I think Until Dawn can be forgiven for such a small one.