#August's character didn't kill anyone

[littlemarylil]

Der Pass season 3 spoilers ❗

Just August Diehl and Felix Kammerer being murder husbands in Der Pass (2023) S03E08.

#der pass #august diehl #felix kammerer #all quiet on the western front #inglourious basterds #actors #murder husbands #actually spoiler #August's character didn't kill anyone #he was just watching

[littlemorsel56]

Spoilers for Poppy Playtime CH3

Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 (Updated)

Here are some of my theories.

We're playing as Richie. He cares about these kids, complaining about the environment of the work, he's a loving man with a good heart, and DogDay called him an angel. Could have been the only person who knows more about Playtime Co. but never about what is actually happening to those kids in Playcare or the fact they were tested. Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Legs, they all saw him in the background, but they never knew he was a kind man who cared about kids, only in they're view, they see him as the rest of the Playtime Co. employees who experiment on them. Miss Delight remembers him. Remember him working here and asking how is he alive. Make sense because no one else is alive in the Playtime Co. She even wanted him to leave before CatNap finds him for his own safety. Richie cares about his co-workers, his friends, and the kids, never his job. Not like the other humans. He's not like everybody. In Bijuu Mike's playthrough (I usually just watch randomly if someone finds any secrets or hidden messages in the game), he had one of the audio reversed through the edit. "Why weren't you here. You missed the event. You missed the meeting. You miss the party. You have no right to be here." Honestly, clever idea during the terrifying environment to put that secret message there. It happened, on 8/8/95, August, on a Tuesday, 11:01 Am in the morning, there was a meeting that morning before the Hour of Joy suddenly happened and Rich missed that event. Every employee was possibly there and except one survivor and that's the character we're playing. Rich possibly witnessed something before that day. He discovers the truth and instead of reporting it to the authorities or helping the kids, he stays home, not telling anyone as the guilt haunts him. He didn't know if what he saw was real or not, and probably even quit afterward that day when he found the truth, he stayed silent for 10 years, until the note told him they were still alive, only for it to be a lie. In Project Playtime, Leith Pierre (I'm putting my bet he's the real antagonist of the story who started all of this), sent survivors, or the Resource Extraction Specialists, to make more toys, knowing they were going to die when they stepped foot into that place. He's possibly even alive in that place or escaped there when it happened, continuing the project that has killed everyone, 1006, the Prototype killed everyone, and he's watching through the cameras, studying it from a safe distance. Remember the tap of the audio during the first chapter at the end of the game. "One breakthrough and I'll be back. We must forge onward in the name of science, whether those who are beneath us understand it or not."

Rich is one of those who are lower-end employees and saw something he shouldn't have seen. Rich was about to become a higher-up of the Playtime Co, a replacement that Stu offered him. Rich took it, he saw the truth, ran away, and stayed quiet.

Update Forgot about another person who could be behind this besides Leith Pierre, that would be Harley Sawyer, the doctor. Wants mascots to come alive, Playtime Co is low on money, is also a high-up employee, and could be the actual creator and the mastermind of the Prototype, Not Leith Pierre and the one who escaped (Got ahead of myself with the theories and I'm loving it. I also have several other theories about Elliot Ludwig and will probably post it later on.)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #playtime co ex employee #project playtime

[loganbcrnes]

Captain Syverson & August Walker in the viking era (part 1?)

ok i just love a good old viking headcanon. I cannot stop imagining a bunch of my favourite characters in the viking era, totally feral and just fucking all the time sjdjsjd.

Henrys characters fit perfect for this era with their gruff beefy look. also this turned out kinda soft??? anyways enjoy!!

might do a part 2 if anyone is interested, just let me know! readers body type and ethnicity isnt described.

No warning, but mentions of smut, everything is consensual even though it may not seem it lol.

Captain Syverson

Sy grew up on a farm with his mother and father. he'd definitely be of Norwegian heritage. a farm boy at heart, grew up to be a fierce warrior after his parents were killed. Everyone feared The Captain, rumors spread like wildfire, to the point people thought he was sent from the Gods, or that he was a warrior god himself. he'd sail the seas around the world raiding, pillaging and trading. but deep down he was a romantic at heart and a traditional man. He longed for devoted love, a love he saw in his parents. He waited for a long time before he would finally meet you. because deep down, he wanted to go back to the farm, live a peaceful life as a husband to his wife and a father to his children.

eventually he would meet you, a woman who was taken from her home to be a slave to a king in Sweden. As he was pillaging the town to kill the king, he saw you in a farm house, a man was trying to assault you. Sy struck his sword through the man and he fell to the ground. You was wearing a light blue long-sleeved top with a brown skirt, but oh you were so beautiful. It was love at first sight even when the reader punched Sy in the face and ran away from the town into the forest. Sy knew from there that the reader was to be his wife.

Half the time Sy was feral, it was the only thing that could get him through the raids. He could let his inner beast come through. A couple of days later, trying to find you, he saw you washing yourself by a waterfall. He hid behind a big rock so he could watch you. He watched as you were drying your hair off, your body sun-kissed by the summer sun. He felt his cock harden as he looked your ass and breasts, so plumb and his for the taking.

As he came into view, you gasped as you saw him. He looked at you up and down, taking in your nakedness. Your breasts hardened at the cool wind blowing, but also because of the giant man staring at you. Your pussy on display, he wanted to taste you so bad.

Before you know it he has you pinned down, you let out a startled scream as he nuzzled his face into your neck, smelling your sweet scent. You knew this was wrong, you did not know this man, but something about it felt good. He was huge, while his hands were rough, touching you everywhere, even your most private areas which you blushed and looked away. His touch was still soft.

"W-what do you want from me?" You asked, unsure what to do. "Need you" Sy mumbled into your neck. "Please" You hear him whisper. Next thing you know you are being pounded into the dirt. You moan and scream to the point you are afraid someone will hear, his balls slap against your ass with each thrust. His broad thick hairy body wraps around your body. His pubic hair rubbing against your clit. You were so aroused that it didn't even hurt when he slid in, taking your virginity and filling you up with his seed. Oh there was a lot of seed, to the point you thought this was unusual. But you did not care, you were so far gone and the sexiest man was above you fucking and breeding you to the halt.

August Walker

August Walker, known as the king of Denmark to the people, was a Noble and commanding king, but harsh and silent. He was dominating, successfully winning every raid and war. other kings and queens were afraid of him. no one dared to disobey him. Many wandered if this man was even capable of love, because all they saw was a murderous man who got what he wanted every time.

He grew up with a cruel father, who would beat him and his mother after coming home drunk every night. After he killed his own father, August looked after his mother when she grew sick. Ever since her death he has always been alone.

Until one day.

In the middle of a raid, August all bloodied from the killing, saw a woman fighting off men as young girls and boys were standing behind her terrified. The woman was striking, and fierce. Never holding down even though he could see the exhaustion on your face and body. Oh your body. He could not see your curves due to the armor, but he knew you were beautiful, that made his cock harden.

after a successful raid, sitting at the high table in front of his warriors and civilians alike, they celebrated. you face appeared and he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Never has he felt this way before, he couldn't quite put his finger on what he was feeling, lust?, romance? maybe both? who knows. Only thing he knew certain off was that he wanted you in his bed that night. Upon meeting him, you were stubborn. You heard the rumors about this man. He fucked anything that moved and he killed anyone that pissed him off. Your attitude shocked him as no one treated him in such a manner, but it just made him want you more. You both did not leave the bedroom for 3 days. August lay awake as you cuddled him from the side. He looked at you, thinking of a life he could have with you, but for the type of man he is, he did not think he deserved such a life. But over time you proved him otherwise, with your stubborn nature, you brought four daughters and a son to the world who were equally stubborn. Now he cannot picture a life without the six of you. promising himself he will be a better father than what his own father was.

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[sezez]

Throughout Poppy Playtime, the Protagonist is quite the mysterious character. But in Chapter 3, we get a bit more info on them. I find the Protagonist very interesting and I hope that MOB Games might give us a clear answer on them. (And I may sound stupid for saying this over and over, but I really want the Protagonist to have a voice so we can hear what they're thinking about all of this)

The Protagonist is employee who happens to look like a specific scientist/employee familiar to the toys:

It's by this point that the Protagonist might be a scientist or someone who knew about the experiments and came back to find the employees, but is now gonna help Poppy to redeem themselves.

But, I personally believe that the Protagonist was a normal employee, they didn't know about the experiments and only came back to search for the missing employees.

But you may say: "But the toys recognize the Protagonist." Or "There are clear signs that the Protagonist knew about the experiments."

To which I know and agree with. But if the Protagonist did knew about it all, then why bother to come back if they knew what the toys were capable of?

Anyone who knew that Huggy is alive is about to get the hell out of the factory the moment he disappeared. And yet the Protagonist didn't. (But maybe it's also because the door leading to the entrance closed itself, I keep noticing that while everyone else doesn't.)

Anyway, I also think that the Protagonist might look familiar to the experiments. Like the Protagonist's hairstyle is similar to a scientist, or their face looks like higher rank employee or perhaps is the way they're dressed. Just something about them looks familiar to every toy.

The toys are (un)welcoming the Protagonist back after leaving them:

During the nightmare, the Protagonist runs into a radio on the floor and it's saying something in reverse. This is what it said:

"8-8-1995. I find your presence intrusive. After all this time you've return, you come in here and yet you kill and murder. You pillage and destroy. Your presence was demanded 10 years ago and yet you didn't show up... 8-8-1995. You were suppose to be here, why weren't you here? You missed the event, you missed the meeting, you missed the party. You have no right to be here... 8-8-1995."

I believe this is Exp. 1006 talking to the Protagonist, he's mad that they weren't at the factory during The Hour of Joy on August 8, 1995 and got killed. And now the Protagonist is back and they're killing he's subordinates, ruining and interfering his plan.

And 1006 doesn't seem to be the only one who's mad, the other toys too. For example, Mommy Long Legs, she seems to hold a grudge against all employees of Playtime Co. and wants them to die.

Is the Protagonist really gonna help Poppy:

This has been on my mind for a bit, because I wonder if the Protagonist is gonna help Poppy just like that?

Poppy lied to the Protagonist about letting them escape and then the train crashed, hurting the Protagonist and getting dragged by Catnap to a crasher that could have killed them. And when the Protagonist and Poppy do reunite, she just left them on their own while she and Kissy Missy were above on the elevator, even though she literally said she was there to help.

And it's suspicious that the next destination Poppy leads the Protagonist to is deep below, where possible all of the dead bodies of the employees are.

Why would she lead the Protagonist there?

If the Protagonist is a employee who had zero idea about the experiments, then it's quite understandable for them to be angry at Poppy and not wanting to do any of this any longer because they just wanted to know what and where the other employees are, and the Protagonist got the answer, they're all dead. That's it, it's time for them to leave and never, ever come back.

If the Protagonist was a scientist who was involve in the experiments, then perhaps they're doing it because they feel guilty and want to redeem themselves. But if the Protagonist is actually evil, then they're just helping Poppy to cover up everything and possibly betraying Poppy in the process.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime theory #poppy playtime player #poppy playtime protagonist

[crazyvaleska]

Listen To Me | Jerome Valeska x GN! Reader

summary: you are jerome's psychiatrist at arkham asylum and after years of treating him he opens up about his childhood trauma

genre: angst

word count: 8479 (it's a long one folks! so get comfortable and grab ur popcorn & blanket! and tissues.)

warnings: cursing, self harm, mention of sexual assault & domestic abuse, mention of death & suicide, just a lot of angst in general. read at your own risk, you've been warned.

a/n: i started writing this back in august 2022 and finished it just now. been adding small paragraphs to this story every now&then. some paragraphs were written days apart while others were written weeks apart. i'm writing this bc i feel like there aren't many angsty stories with jerome. imo jerome isn't evil but broken. also having read his diary added up a lot to his character as it's pretty depressing. perhaps everyone has a different version of a certain character. here's my version of jerome.

also i got a tiny bit inspired by the harleen graphic novel and the joker movie for this !!

the playlist i was listening to while writing this: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5E2lk49zurRTAaHq3Nz7FQ?si=7TQxYHDsQ0ypPYkIvlLCpw&utm_source=copy-link

jerome's thoughts are written like this btw!

enjoy! (or don't.)

A huge amount of people would say it is impossible to become a psychiatrist at 18. That must mean they've never been to Gotham City. Here anything is possible. Therefore, you had just graduated medical highschool when you were offered a job at Arkham Asylum and you had no choice but to take it. You were aware of the risks of working in a place surrounded by criminally insane lunatics, but you didn't really have another option. You needed a job. Besides, taking risks never ever scared you. Though many viewed Arkham as a spooky place, to you it was interesting. Treating mentally unwell criminals was challenging because you liked helping people, no matter who they were.

What you didn't know was that one of the patients you would have to treat was none other than the infamous Jerome Valeska himself, probably one of the most demented and wicked being Gotham City had ever know.

Yet, you thought his character was rather fascinating. After all, you had known Jerome for years.

Jerome Valeska. How do you even begin to explain Jerome Valeska?

You first met him right after he killed his mother, the first time he was in prison. Before he died. Before he was an infamous murderer. And you had to admit, he did become more intimidating as years passed by.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about him at first, same old story about the son committing matricide. Though, he never told you the entire story. You noticed he was uncomfortable and you didn't want to push, everybody had their boundaries and you respected that.

If you had to describe in one word the way he was acting in his firsts therapy sessions, you would use the word "flirty". Sort of. A mix of charisma and inappropriate jokes.

He told you he didn't plan on killing anyone else, claiming that the murdering of his mother was something personal. For some reason, you chose to believe him. Until Theo Galavan happened. It was like the Jerome you once knew had completely vanished. He was the same and a different person at the same time. You almost felt sorry for him. But then again, you weren't supposed to get attached to your patients. Jerome was charming and all, but he probably didn't feel the same way you did. He was just a kid after all, and so were you. Both 18. The only difference was, you were trying to cure insanity while he was trying to spread it.

A few days later he died. Actually, was murdered. Poor thing, you thought. You wished you had more time to know him. You wished you could've helped him. You knew small parts about him but not his entire story.

You had hoped you would forget him as time flew by, but you didn't. His evil crackle never left your dreams. It was always there. You could hear it all the time, as if he was trying to reach you. It was torturing you. Yet pleasant at the same time. You missed him, truth be told. But you knew he was in a better place now. Or so you thought.

That was until he was resurrected. Being honest, you weren't exactly surprised. This was Gotham City, after all. Everything was possible in Gotham. The actual shock was seeing him faceless and unconscious. You wondered how much strength does one require in order to be able to staple their face without passing out. Jerome's pain tolerance was so high, it concerned you.

By the time the ginger maniac was sent back to the Asylum, his face had been attached back to its place. He was hideously scarred now, wearing a permanent disturbingly bright smile. Although, to you he looked fine. Somehow attractive. You weren't sure why. Maybe it was simply your questionable taste in men. At the same time, he was much more intimidating now, much more grown. And as a result to him dying by being stabbed in the throat, his voice had also changed. It sounded more threatening now.

"It's good to have you back, Jerome!" you said in his first therapy appointment of the year, a warm, kind smile on painted on your lips.

His reply came out natural, "Well, at least someone missed me." but his face was expressionless and emotionless, and his voice numb, as if he had lost his spark.

To most, he was simply just out of his mind, a low-life criminal, but you felt there was more than that. You desperately wanted to know what made him the way he was, what made him turn to a life of crime, because you knew no one was born evil, not even in a city like Gotham (though he wasn't born in Gotham) it was usually the environment that could cause one's insanity. And you could see it in his eyes: he wasn't born bad. He was shaped evil, but not born evil. But then again, anyone could go insane with just one bad day.

Jerome was very charismatic, he could get anyone do whatever he wanted. Nevertheless, he was an amazing liar, you couldn't ever tell when he was speaking the truth and when he wasn't. He didn't seem to care about the way others felt and showed lack of remorse, he was impulsive and manipulative, deceitful and reckless. He was extremely narcissistic and showed lack of empathy towards others, and you had diagnosed him with Psychopathy Cluster B Personality Disorders and Schizophrenia. The ginger was on different medications. Sometimes he didn't take them, other times he did and not only his, but others' as well . You had told him multiple times how that was no good for him, but he never listened.

The thing about Jerome was, you never knew what he would be like in your therapy sessions. Sometimes you felt like you knew Jerome, but did you really? Oftentimes his behavior was passive aggressive, other times he would crack up jokes and you actually enjoyed his company, getting lost into his mesmerizing hazel eyes, as if you two were actually friends. Most of the times he just stayed quiet though, especially if you mentioned his family. Sure, he had no problem talking about killing innocents but once you switched the subject to the murdering of his mom, for example, he would tilt his head and pretend he didn't hear you or just say the same old story about her being mean, but you suspected it wasn't just that, you could see it in his eyes that part of him was still... hurt? His eyes spoke volumes. Although he always tried to hide it by pretending to be a God, deep down he hated himself. But of course he didn't want anyone else to know that, he didn't want to be seen as weak. Not anymore. He knew better than that. You noticed this thing about Jerome, he tried to act unbothered all the time but he always did this head tilting thing whenever he felt uncomfortable. Sure, Jerome was always surrounded by people, mostly his followers, but being around people doesn't mean you actually trust them. And you couldn't blame him for having trust issues considering he was stabbed to death by the only person he ever trusted. You could only imagine the feeling of betrayal he felt. That must have been traumatizing, but he had never ever addressed it.

One rainy Thursday the young Valeska told you he was upset because there wasn't any pudding left at the cafeteria. So the following day, Friday, you came up with an idea that could get you killed, but it was worth a try.

It was getting dark, your shift was over and you were supposed to go home. But instead of heading towards the Asylum's exit you found yourself walking towards its core, towards one certain inmate's cell, inmate E-146's cell: Jerome's cell. You would be lying if you said you weren't nervous, because you were. You didn't have anything to defend yourself on you. If anything, you were aware you were walking towards something that could be mean your sudden death.

You did have to pay bribe to the prison wardens that guarded his cell. They warned you about the homicidal redhead, but you liked to believe you weren't scared of him. To you, Jerome wasn't scary-looking. What really scared you was his mind. You had read his criminal record thus you knew what he was capable of. Even though you tried to tell yourself he won't hurt you, truth was you had no idea what he'd do or say, he was unpredictable.

First time you stepped foot in his cell was an experience you weren't going to forget anytime soon. The room was smaller than you though it would be. Not that you were expecting any kind of luxury. But this was worse than anything you had ever imagined. The first thing you noticed was the extremely low temperature, it was bone-chilling. No wonder why Jerome sounded sick all the time. Four gray walls and a dark ceiling that looked like it could collapse over you at any given moment. A bed for one person that was placed next to a prison porthole and near it a small, cheap table with an old chair in front of it. The smell wasn't very welcoming either, you thought rats were the only thing missing from the picture.

Jerome didn't notice you initially, he was busy writing in something that appeared to be a notebook. You cleared your throat loudly, which made him jump. You caught him off guard, quite literally. He looked equally shocked and confused to see you.

"Whatcha doing here, doc?" the redhead asked as he sat up. He placed the pencil down and closed his book, then took small steps closer to you. Only now that you were both standing up at the same time you noticed how tall he actually was. In the therapy room, his arms were always folded together in a shinny white straightjacket that prevented him from harming the doctor before him. You had actually never seen Jerome with his arms free so close to you before. He was wearing his stripped prison uniform instead of that tight straightjacket and you could tell he was way more muscular than you thought, his hands were enormous, he could knock you out in a second. His looks should've alarmed you but for some reason they didn't. Actually, you were happy to see his body looked healthy. Everybody said he looked like a nightmare, but to you he was the opposite. You shook your head quickly trying not to think of that or anything potentially inappropriate.

You hitched your breath nervously as you took a few steps back. "I told you already, you can call me Y/N... Uh, yesterday you said there wasn't any pudding left for you so I thought I would...um ... I... well," you stuttered while searching for something in your bag. The man raised an eyebrow but stayed silent. You reached your hand out, holding a bowl of chocolate pudding, "I-I... I made it myself! And I paid the guards to leave..." you said in a low murmur.

The unsurety in your voice didn't go unnoticed and it made Jerome grin. He walked even closer to you and crossed his arms while nodding, "That's so brave of you, Y/N! But you do realize I could poke your eyeballs out and squash you like a bug right about.... now!" he hissed. The next thing you felt was your chin being lifted up by his gloved hand, holding it in a tight grip, forcing you to face him. You avoided looking directly into his eyes so you just stared at his hand. Unfortunately for you, that seemed to bother him, "My eyes are up here," he used his free hand to point at his eyes.

The fabric of his white glove was soft but his touch was aggressive and harsh, the clutch on your chin was hard, "... I just... I just came here to give you this, nothing more." At first, Jerome was very sceptical, not believing any of it. He even thought the pudding was poisoned and insisted on you having a try before he did. The rest was history.

That happened approximately one year prior. You had spent the last 12 months seeing Jerome 2 times a week: one time during his therapy appointments every Thursday, the other time every Friday night, when most of the Asylum's staff had gone home. You had stolen they keys to his prison cell and no one knew about your late at night meetings with the clown prince.

The first times everything was pretty awkward, Jerome used to search your bag and pockets for any sharp objects that you could potentially use against him. But with time he stopped doing that. Approximately after 6 months.

You mostly brought him food, especially sweets, Jerome loved candies but he wasn't allowed to eat those in prison. Sometimes you even played cards with him and he would win every game, the boy knew how to play the jokers, that's certain. He did make inappropriate jokes from time to time, but nothing that made you too uncomfortable. He never touched you or anything like that. Everything stayed platonic.

One time you attached a colorful self-made bracelet to his wrist. You had a similar one on yours. Jerome pretend he didn't like it, telling you that friendship jewels were a waste, but truth be told, he liked it, he wore it all the time, he liked playing with it beads. Of course, he made sure it stayed hidden underneath his sleeve. He didn't want anyone else to see him like that. He had a reputation to uphold. Thus sometimes he would threaten your life in a playful manner just because he was Jerome Valeska.

You had also noticed the ginger was great at arts and crafts so you brought him crayons. Lots of them. The previous week you even brought him a scissors after he had begged you to for weeks. He promised he wasn't going to hurt other prisoners with it. He was using those to draw and decorate his diary. You knew he had a personal journal that he had never showed you. But you were cool with that. Though you wished he could open up to you, you didn't want to push, you wanted him to talk to you because he wanted to, not because he had to. All you knew was that you desperately wanted to help him get better. You didn't feel that way about other patients. Obviously, you wanted to help them too, but with Jerome it was different. Not that you would ever admit it out loud, but you had grown some sort of crush on the maniac. You knew how wrong that was, but you couldn't help the way he made you feel everytime his eyes met yours or when he smiled at you. You came to the realization that Jerome wasn't half as bad unless he was surrounded by other loonies or by people he despised. He was quite chill aside from his maniacally laughter.

Although Jerome didn't own a watch, he simply knew what time you were supposed to show up. In fact, he had actually grown to like your little visits. At first he found all of this annoying and irritating, but with time he changed his mind. You weren't so bad after all. Actually, he was waiting impatiently each of your visits. You were nice to him. Not a lot of people were nice to him. Nobody, actually. Just you.

Therefore you being late one certain night didn't go unnoticed. Strange, Jerome thought at first. You had never been late before. Was this all? Did you spend all that time with him only to leave him like that? Did you replace him with another patient? Did you get bored of him? Did something bad happen to you, perhaps?

Jerome shook his head. He didn't like to picture you dead. Why was that? He loved everything about death and killing, blood and gore. Why did it bother him now? He promised himself he wouldn't get attached. No, no, Jerome Valeska didn't give a shit about anyone. He was heartless. A monster. Everybody said so, so then it must be true. So what if you died? Who cared? Not him, that's for sure. Yeah.

But then, why had he been walking circles in his small cell for minutes? Why was he breathing heavier and why did he have an awful gut feeling? And now how did he find himself in this position again? Sitting on his bed, facing the wall with teary eyes, clinching his fists anxiously and twiddling his trembling thumbs. There were drops of dark red blood on his already dirty mattress. Drops of blood between the beads of his bracelet. When did that happen? He could vividly remember when he started pressing the scissors down his wrist. It all happened so fast. He didn't even apply much pressure and yet he had managed to draw enough blood to cover his fingertips. How did he end up like this? Like a sobbing mess. Why did you do this to him? Why did you give him hope? He should've known better. Humans are deceitful beings. They lie and they never keep their promises. One day they love you, the next they don't need you anymore. So he really didn't learn anything from trusting Theo Galavan after all. He remembered it as clear as day. He thought he could finally be happy when Theo came along, gave him a proper bed and proper clothes. He was like the father he never had. But then his life flashed before his eyes as he dropped dead by the hand of the one man he thought was trustworthy.

Oh, dear ol' Jerome. Getting attached to the first person to treat him like a normal human being again. So all those times you took care of him were all on act. Of course. Why was he so stupid? Stupid enough to think anyone would ever care about him. Of course it was all a lie. He hated you. This was pathetic. Everyone was pathetic. Crying was pathetic. Crying was for the weak. Jerome wasn't weak. Not anymore. But what if, perhaps, you weren't even real? What if he had been imagining you the whole time? After all, it was all too good to be true. But maybe that's just the way life is: it hits you harder than a train truck, then you feel good for a while because you start doing things that distract you from how you truly feel, killings in his case. But then you realize you weren't ever really happy, just delusional and that makes you depressed again. It's like a never ending loop.

The boy shivered at his own thoughts. So many questions at the same time. His mind was suffocating him. But he liked it, didn't he? Or maybe did he just trick himself into thinking he liked it? He liked being sick, right? Who was he without his sickness? Pills. He needed more pills. The pills were never enough. If only he had enough pills to...

His train of thoughts was interrupted by the very familiar sound of his creaky door being unlocked then opened. Jerome knew this could mean one thing. He quickly wiped his teary eyes with his knuckles then clothed his fingers with his gloves. He cleared his throat, "Where were you?" he asked, his voice harsher than ever. He didn't want you to see him vulnerable. He tried to hide it. He didn't want to admit not even to himself he was somewhat worried. But, in fact, he had grown very fond of you. He wasn't sure why, he wasn't sure what he felt towards you. There's a very thin line between love and obsession. All in all, part of him was relieved once he heard your voice.

"I'm sorry, Jerome. I had some things to take care of. Things that involve you, actually," you closed the door behind you and took a few steps forward.

The last sentence got Jerome's attention so naturally he turned his head around to look at you. His stare was so intense it seemed like he was staring directly into your soul. His hazel eyes were so beautiful yet so terrifying, you couldn't stare at them for too long. The dark circles under his eyes were darker than ever and you wondered if he ever slept. It was your job to help him get better but it seemed that he was getting worse everyday, like he was losing himself therefore you were failing. But you had to pull him out of his misery. You had to.

"You threatened Oswald Cobblepot," Jerome couldn't help but snicker proudly at your remark before you could continue your sentence "And you also took his medicine. How many times have I told you that taking meds you don't need only makes things worse?" you paused but the boy didn't reply. He knew it was bad, he just couldn't help himself. You sighed "They want to change your therapist, Jerome. They don't think I'm doing a good job with you."

Jerome's face dropped, "As in you'll be replaced?" he asked and you nodded. No, this wasn't possible. You were lying, you had to be. First you're late, now this. The redhead jumped out of his bed and walked up to you, "You're lying."

"Jerome-" you started but he didn't let you finish.

"Don't you dare to Jerome me. You're an hour late and now you're telling me you wanna get rid of me?" his tone went from numb to mad in a matter of seconds.

"I'm so sorry for the waiting, I'll try my best to keep you. I promise! Cross my heart and hope to die."

That only made Jerome crackle in an ironic manner "Oh please, Y/N. Don't make promises you know you can't keep. Empty promises. You're growing tired of me. It's funny, actually. I think this may be just my luck! Jeremiah promised he wouldn't leave too, but he did anyhow. And now you."

"Who's Jeremiah? I don't know what you're talking abo..." you felt like you couldn't breathe as panick took control over your body, "...why is there blood on your gloves?"

Shit, Jerome thought. "It's paint," he smiled but you knew he was lying the moment he tried to change the subject "Jeremiah's an old acquaintance, if you will."

"I never brought you paint..." you murmured. Then you remembered what you did bring him. The scissors. "You promised you won't hurt anyone with it..." you whispered.

Jerome shrugged, "I promised I wouldn't other inmates. I never promised I wouldn't hurt... myself...!"

Your eyes opened widely at the sudden realization. You covered your mouth with your fingers and your heart was beating impossibly fast while tears were filling your eyes. It was only now that you noticed his slightly puffy eyes too, "I'm so sorry... Jerome... oh God..." you muttered. He didn't look at you until he felt your hand on his.

Jerome hesitated to speak at first, "Oh, y'know... the scissors just slipped. I'm fine, really. No need to worry about me. If anything, I like bleeding out."

You knew that wasn't true. "I'm gonna get the doctor... we need to get it patched up."

"Then they'll know you're here."

"I don't care. I'll probably lose my job anyway. You hurt yourself, Jerome. You could get an infection. Fuck, I was supposed to help you get better but I didn't do shit! Now you're bleeding and it's all because of me-" you were cut off by Jerome's gloved hand covering your mouth.

"Shh. I'm fine, Y/N. It's not that serious. It's just... I don't feel safe when my scars are healed. I need to bleed to calm myself. It's like a part of me. It's my biggest comfort."

You tried to mumble something underneath his hand which made him frown, "I don't need your pity, Y/N. You're trying to weaken me, it won't work," he moved his hand, giving you the chance to speak.

"Please, Jerome. I care about you! I won't let you hurt yourself any longer!" you cried out. It was true. You would've done anything for him and it hurt you knowing he was harming himself. He thought he had it all under control but clearly he didn't. You were scared of what he could do to himself next. You couldn't just watch him destroying himself knowing you could've helped him.

Jerome shook his head repeatedly and covered his ears with his plams while circling around the room, mumbling things to himself. Eventually, his voice got louder and louder, "NO NO NO NO NO! No, you don't, stop saying that! Cut the bullshit, Y/N! You don't care about me, no one does! Jerome has no one, Jerome's all alone! It's how it's always been. It's how it's always gonna be. What the fuck do you want from me? Look at me! I have wanted to die for as long as I can remember. And guess what? When I finally did some jerks thought it'd be funny to bring me back to this shitty life! You think you understand me, but you don't! You can't save me, you can't fix me! What have you done to me? You cracked me! Just leave me alone! Leave me alone! LEAVE. ME. ALONE!!!" he yelled as he shed a single tear.

His face turned red from all the rage and you could swear he was gonna kill you at that very moment, but he didn't. Instead, his body collapsed on the ground. He was hugging his knees while staring at the floor, with his back pressed against the cold wall. You had no clue what just happened but he looked defenseless, practically harmless right now. You knew this was risky, but you kneeled next to him then reached out your hand and caressed his shoulders which caused him to look at you. You didn't see a psychopath in his eyes anymore, just a frightened child. That wasn't the ginger maniac everybody feared. That was a poor boy stuck in his traumatic past.

"Let it out, Jerome. This is why I came here, so we could talk like 2 human beings. Help me understand you. I know I can't take your pain away, but you can talk to me," you whispered.

"I'm not a human being. I'm a monster, can't you see? Everybody fears me. I'm the monster parents tell their children about," he muttered quietly. Usually he said that proudly, but now it sounded as if he was ashamed, which was very out of character. What he felt at that very moment was confusion.

"You're not a monster, Jerome. I have this feeling that... you're misunderstood, like no one ever listened to what you had to say. I am here to listen and I promise I won't laugh or judge. But if you hold everything inside you it's only gonna get worse... Let it all out, please." you spoke in a soft murmur.

"I don't even know.... what I am supposed to say," Jerome sobbed.

"Anything that comes to mind, that upsets you, that you wanna get off your chest. What is that one thought that won't let you get rest at night? The things you always wanted to say but nobody ever listened to. The things you always tried to forget because it all hurt too much. I can see the depth and complicity of your character, Jerome. You're not evil. Your past is haunting you, isn't it? I can see it in your face, it was rough. So please, I just want to help you. And I won't tell anyone, you have my word."

The ginger glanced at you with furrowed brows, trying to keep track of his thoughts. He felt something he hadn't felt in a very, very long time. He felt helpless and he didn't know why. He didn't know why he suddenly no longer felt in control. Was it because you were the first person to actually look at his wounds concerned instead of laughing? Because you were willing to actually listen to what he had to say? No one had ever told him that before. Except for you. But he couldn't bring himself to entirely believe anyone could actually care about him. His chest was hurting and his heart was aching. He was tired of hiding.

"... okay, I'll tell you everything," he nodded his head eventually, "but I'll never tell this story again so you better be all ears."

You nodded while caressing his once-so-soft-cheek slowly. Initially he shuddered, then he closed his eyes and leaned in your touch, giving you permission to carry on. Tracing your fingers on his cold pale skin made you feel his every scar, but his scars didn't scare you, they never did. You could tell he wasn't used to this kind of stuff. He wasn't used to people treating him like a normal human being. He wasn't used to being touched unless the touch was meant to harm him. He hadn't even started talking but you just knew something terrible was about to come out of his mouth.

The man took a deep breath. He knew that once he started speaking he wouldn't be able to stop. He had been holding all in for so long, it all came out like word vomit.

"Jeremiah is my twin brother. He was always mother's favorite. Mother. Can I even call her that? No, she was never my mom. Lila Valeska never loved me. She never treated me like her son, not even when I was a baby. She had only one son and that was Jeremiah. I was just... there. Like a nephew she had to take care of or something. But not a son, no. She always said I ruined her life. Yeah, like it's my fault she had unprotected sex. But I could never understand why she praised Jeremiah all the time. What was so special about him? What was he doing so much better than me to get that kind of appreciation from mama when we were just 5 years old? I can only remember he was into maths and puzzles and that kind of shits from a young age. He pissed the hell out of me. But I didn't hate him. I mean, at the end of the day he was still my brother. And sometimes he would hold me while that whore was busy banging clowns the next room, assuring me that everything would be alright and that mother didn't actually hate me, promising me that one day we'll get out of the circus and live our best lives. What a dirty little liar...! And to think I actually used to believe his empty promises... Until he turned his back on me."

Jerome paused. His eyes were now filled with anger, you could tell he didn't like his brother much. Then he continued.

"It happened once we turned 7. Lila had hit me multiple times and I don't even remember what was the reason, but then again, it's not like she ever needed a reason to hurt me. Before this it was usually just slaps, but this time it was a proper beating. The sadness mixed with anger I felt at the time were too much to handle for a little boy. I had to somehow let it out, y'know? So... I started mutilating small animals. Soon I grew an interest in murdering them. And it felt... therapeutic. I know I should feel ashamed of this, but I don't. I never did. Hell, I even pretended they were her because I knew I wasn't strong enough to actually hurt her back. How fucked up I must've been to behave this way at 7, right? But things got complicated when Jeremiah found out. He said," Jerome talked in two different thin voices the next parts:

"... ' I understand your anger, 'Romie! I think it's quite interesting, really! '

I actually believed him and replied happily ' You think so, 'Miah? But please don't tell 'ma, she'll get really mad at me! My cheek still hurts from the last slap she gave me! '

' I would never! She hits me too sometimes, you know. But I don't know why she's so mean to you all the time! '..."

Jerome cleared his throat and went back to his usual tone "Well, he kept his promise, kinda. He didn't tell our mother but he told uncle Zach ―and let me tell you this― he was the WORST. Such cruelness in one man. He used to cook food for the other circus members, but he was an ex prisoner, spent years in jail for robbery and rape. Yeah, that's my fucked up uncle. He was a cook and yet I was always left to starve. Mind you but I used to be underweight 'cause of that.

Anyway ...! Dear ol' Zach thought I had gone psychopathic when little 'Miah showed him the dead animals' corpses, so he made sure he worked me over. And, of course, Lila made sure of that as well. And as if those injuries weren't enough, Jeremiah saw this as a perfect opportunity to leave the circus. He started spreading rumors about me kickin' and punching him, feeding my mom and uncle with funny stories about me threatening his life, when the truth is I never touched a hair of his. For him, those were the stories that were gonna get him out of that damned place we so called home. For me, those were the stories that were gonna ruin my life. Even though I tried to defend myself they never believed me, because after all I was the animal abuser while he was the perfect innocent son, with his little nerdy hamster glasses and fancy books and puzzles. And let's just say, it didn't end well for me when he would randomly bring up something that didn't even happen. He had totally brainwashed them and I was lucky if I could get away with just a slap or two. But they didn't abuse me just physically... verbally as well. The amount of times I heard them planning my murdering were countless. And maybe they should have done it. Maybe they should have murdered me. Instead, they used to remind me every single day that I was such a heartless psycho monster who's gonna cause nothing but disaster. Well, I guess they weren't exactly wrong with that one. I mean, just look at me now..." he narrowed his eyes.

"Nobody ever stood up for me. Nobody cared. Nobody. They always managed to cover it all up, they always told me to smile once they were done. I was known as Haly's Circus little sociopath. And Jeremiah? They'd always make sure he was treated right, that he got the best stuff, while I could be freezing at night and they wouldn't even notice.

On our 9th birthday our uncle decided to take Jeremiah to the city away from me so he could celebrate his birthday properly and left me with my mom and her partner at the time. The got drunk and had sex all day, not caring that I was in the same room, beating the shit out of me afterwards. And when I had finally managed to get out of that hell of a trailer, my father ―I didn't know he was my father back then, but he knew I was his son― didn't even try to comfort me, he simply told me to suck it up because nobody cared. And he was right. This world indeed doesn't care about me or anyone else. But for a child? Damn, that hurt. And I suppose it's even sadder now knowing he was my dad...

Moving on, by the time we were almost 10 his lies got worse and worse, and so were the beatings. According to him I had tried to poison him and to light his bed on fire. One time he injured his knee when he fell on the ground, but later lied about me pushing him down the stairs. But the last straw was when he lied about me holding a cake knife to his throat on our 10th birthday. My uncle almost broke my ribs for that and my mom repeatedly kicked my stomach with her legs. Honestly, I can't really remember that day. All I know is that they decided it would be the best if uncle Zach took Jeremiah away while I was asleep. And I'm not gonna lie, I was pleased when I saw they both left, but little did I know that it was only gonna get worse for me.

Haly's Circus is a nightmare dressed like a daydream. A lot of fucked up things happened there. I hated that place. And with Jeremiah gone, she started drinking more and more, and got more aggressive. She got pissed at every little thing I did and made sure I received punishment. Did I forget to do that dishes? She'd kick me. Forgot to take out the trash? She'd slap me across the face. Didn't feed her snake? She'd punch me. Was breathing too heavily for her liking or my existence simply bothered her? She'd beat me till my vision was blurry or till I coughed in my own blood. I did try to get help from the cops, but guess what! They didn't give 2 shits! Ya see, the system is so corrupt they don't care unless someone's been murdered. They made fun of me and I understood no one could ever save me, I was the only one that could free myself from the pain."

You stood quiet when Jerome removed his gloves. You hadn't seen his hands unclothed in a very, very long time. Last time you saw his bare fingers was before he died. His veins were more noticeable now, among with multiple half healed blueish bruises he had probably given himself. Seeing Jerome without his gloves felt like him breaking a wall between the two of you. Like he trusted you. Like he trusted you enough for you to see him at his lowest. He needed to trust you enough to tell you everything. The scarred man was silent for a brief moment, trying to find the right words to describe the next part of his story that made you feel like throwing up.

"On my 14th birthday one of Lila's hookers...how do I say this... one of her hookers touched me, Y/N. Like, parts he shouldn't have touched... And... she was there, watching. She didn't do anything to stop him, she didn't even try. I was crying and screaming and begging her to make him stop. She just laughed. Her awful witch-like laugh followed by her favorite line: ' shut up! boys don't cry! '. And afterwards she just left with him for the night and before that she told me to smile. Smile. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't feel my body. The only thing I could feel were his hands all over my body... To put it into words, I felt worthless and helpless. Smile," Jerome smiled weakly through the tears as he repeated his mother's words, hugging his own body, "Smile. I was smiling that night. I was smiling when I tried to kill myself. It was all too much, I couldn't handle it. My life was a living Hell I started to believe Hell itself couldn't be that bad. So... I just took a bunch of her pills and I thought that was it, I thought I was finally gonna die. I smiled because I thought everything was finally going to end. Sadly, I survived. After taking the pills I dropped down to my knees and then... I don't know. I can't really remember anything except the fact I woke up with a terrible headache. Did she notice? Nope. Did those pills have had an effect on me? Absolutely.

I didn't have anyone to comfort me anymore. Not that Jeremiah was ever a great comfort, but it was better than nothing. I didn't have any friends, 'cause who would wanna befriend the freak who tried to murder his twin and massacred tons of pets? And if anyone tried to get close to me I would push them away. Literally. Push them. Because what was the point in denying my violent urges? Everybody thought I was the villain already anyway."

Jerome paused to blow his nose into a handkerchief you handed him. You were at loss of words. This was a lot to process and Jerome's voice was now shaky. It was painful to hear his life story, it was painful to look at him now, to stare at the helplessness in his eyes. Tough people always have the most heartbreaking pasts.

"I used to cry myself to sleep every night, but I barely managed to fall asleep knowing that she could strangulate me when her snake in my sleep, and I low-key hoped she would so my suffering could end already. But when I did manage to fall asleep I ended up getting a... What was that called? Oh yeah, sleep paralysis. She was the demon suffocating me. Even now... I can't ever properly fall asleep. I'm always half awake. Actually forget I said that... Stupid! stupid...." he cried while gripping on his ginger hairs, scratching his thin pale skin with his sharp nails.

"Jerome," you whispered and took his hands in yours, "it's not stupid. Your emotions are valid. Please, carry on."

The boy nodded and did as you said, "At some point I just stopped talking because my body was hurting so much. I started isolating myself from everything and everyone. Because you see, people like me, we're put in this world for one thing: to suffer. The only thing that made the pain go away for a while was the thought of torturing her, cutting her open and feeding her snake with her organs then bathing in a pool of her blood and maybe sending her bones to Jeremiah. All I know is that I was so sick and tired of her calling me names and spitting on my face, beating me up till I bled, abusing me, banging my head against the wall, ripping my hairs off, punching me with her cold fists, slapping and pinching my skin, throwing empty alcohol bottles at me and kicking my bones. And when she was done with beating me, she'd always call over one of her sex partners to have some fun. I was tired of having to hear her moans as she was getting railed the next room. But I knew better than disturbing her, because if I did she'd invite her lovers to beat me too... or worse. I just had to keep quiet because if I behaved she'd leave me alone for a day or two.

But in time I got used to it. The beatings and all. It didn't even hurt that much anymore. The psychical wounds healed eventually, but the emotionally ones were always there. She didn't even need to get physical, her words were enough to torture me, they were like poisson. Her words cut deeper than a knife. When she wasn't the one hurting me I was hurting myself. That's so messed up, I know. But what isn't messed up about me or my life? I just couldn't help it. I had grown addicted to watching myself bleed. It's like... that was my only comfort. My sadness, my pain... Bugs. There were bugs on my skin, crawling on it. One second they were there, the next they weren't. I had to peel some of my skin off just to make sure. But I liked it. I think. It looked pretty. Such a pretty shade of red...! I could've stared at it for hours. Don't know if I was high or if I just had lost touch with reality. Or maybe both.

I just wished she would just kill me already and be done with it, 'cause it was better to be dead than to be alive and suffering. I just wished that everything would go quiet once and for all. My mind was like a prison I could not escape. My mind was the darkest place. The negative thoughts, they were always there. The voices telling me to do horrible things to myself. People screaming. A thousand voices howling in my head all the time. Dead people. I saw dead people everywhere. I couldn't control it.

Nobody cared about me, so who would've noticed if one day I just disappeared from this world? If one day I just stopped breathing? Definitely not her. If anything, she'd beat my corpse. I mean, she didn't even notice my first attempt.

That's what I told myself as I tried to slash my veins. But then I heard it," his face suddenly lit up, "That voice. The voice. The only comfort I ever had was that voice in the back of my head. That voice that grew louder as the years passed by. That voice that was giving me hope saying ' your day will come, your revenge will come, you just have to be patient '. And I had done my waiting. All the suffering, all the abuse I was forced to endure were about the end. I wasn't gonna let her win. Little did that whore know her beatings gave me strength and a high pain tolerance. Suddenly, all the fear I ever felt towards her turned into hatred and anger. She was going to pay for everything she had ever made me go through. People call me insane but they don't know my insanity gave me strength to save myself from that Hell I used to call home.

So, by the time I was 16 I had already started planning her murdering. I started working out and made better meals for myself so I'd be sure I was stronger than she was. I wanted to no longer be skinny. I had also made the perfect plan to kill her and get away with it.

So on my 18th birthday, like a birthday gift for myself, if you will, I grabbed an axe and chopped her off, hitting her repeatedly with it, digging it up and down into her skin. The first stab was the hardest one, but once I saw blood drawing out I just couldn't stop. I laughed as I did. Seeing her like that, lifeless and all covered in blood made me shiver in a good way. It was like feeling a brand new emotion. I was...happy? Entertained? I had finally given in that voice, I was finally free! That day I promised myself that I would come after my brother and uncle too, they also needed to pay for the way they'd treated me. And after that I'd be finally free to kill myself... I know how fucked up that sounds, but now that you know what they put me through, I hope you understand why I had to do it. There was no other way. One of us had to go. I killed her because she deserved it, self defense really. You get it, right? Tell me you get it, please."

You nodded while massaging his thumbs. His eyes were red and so were yours. You were both crying. Jerome couldn't believe he just told you all of that. He had never told anyone about any of that before. Did he say too much? Did you not want to be near him anymore?

"Jerome, I don't even know where to begin... you are such a strong person, really. You didn't deserve what happened to you. It wasn't your fault. You were just a child, none of this was your fault. No one ever treated you like a human being. No one ever gave you a chance. It's like you were forced to be evil, you didn't have a choice. They made you evil. They turned you into the villain. Of course you snapped eventually. I can't blame you. I would've done the same if I were in your shoes. No one ever gave you the chance to tell the full story. I wish I could take it away. All the pain, all the suffering... Oh, Jerome... I can't even begin to describe how bad I feel for you. Your heart has endured way too much at a way too young age. It's not you who is the monster. It's them. You had and have every right to kill them, I'll even help you. Jerome... I'm so proud of you for staying alive. Jerome, please remember that you matter. You matter to me. I see you, Jerome. I see you for who you are. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? You are a very, very handsome boy."

"Even with the scars?"Jerome smiled, his eyes puffy from crying. Not a threatening or disturbing smile. A genuine smile that made you smile too.

"Absolutely. Your scars just show how strong you are. Your scars make you prettier. I myself ain't a strong person but... I won't let anyone hurt you anymore, you've been through enough. And I won't let you hurt yourself either. Because I care. And you can trust me with anything, Jerome. Let me be the one person that makes you feel like home. Please." you got lost in his gaze. Words weren't enough to express what you felt. So you just hugged him. A gentle, loving hug. Jerome wasn't a touchy person in general, but he gave in and hurled himself into your warm embrace. Soon he was holding you so close to him like he was never going to let you go. Then he cried more. And louder. He cried on your shoulder and you patted his back. This was all new to him, he was still confused by the way he was acting. But it just felt right. He felt safe at last. He wondered if you were an angel sent from Heaven to rescue him. You scooped him up in your arms. Yours arms were tight around him, his head on your chest. He needed this. He needed to feel okay. He needed feel loved and accepted. You held each other for so long you could feel each other's breathing, and you weren't going to let go of each other anytime soon.

"Thank you for listening."

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SCREAM FOR ME- A smut slow burn of Ghostface the killer.

PART ONE

This is my Wattpad story about Laura Watson being stalked by Ghostface. Go to my pfp to see characters+ more info about the story :>

Chapter One:

August 29th.

The beginning.

I yelped, and swung my hand up, arching my back with ecstasy.

Excitement rose in the pit of my stomach. I closed my eyes and rocked back, the moment filling me with satisfaction. "Yes, that's it! God, I'm so close-"

The buzzer on the video game trilled, and the two dreaded words flashed on my screen:

GAME OVER.

A shrill laugh came from the corner of my room, and I groaned, tossing my ps4 controller on the a plaid blanket.

Camille, my best friend, cackled, holding her stomach with her manicured nails. "You really thought-" she heaved for breath. "You thought you could beat my high score?"

I fished for a pillow on my bed, and hurled it in her face. The pillow bounced on the carpet in front of her, and she tossed it back, this time managing to hit my chest.

"See? Your aim is shit!" She rolled on the floor, tucking her knees in with laughter.

I stared at her blankly until her cackles died down.

Good. That shit was not funny. And I totally could have had beaten her high score.

The day felt crisp, clear. My life felt like a bite of an apple at a harvest, a bitterness staying on my tongue.

After exiting out of the infuriatingly difficult game, I stretched my legs. The auburn landscape outside warmed my heart. Fall was here.

I blinked out the twinge of stress from my mind, reminding myself why I had asked Camille to sleepover- so I could have some fun, instead of stressing over every test or exam known to man.

Leaves of violent red and cool orange danced on the old trees of my neighborhood.

The small slit of my open window blew in a warm breeze, which smelled of crisp cider and cold wind.

Though I know it's bad, I can't help but keep my window open as much as possible. Yeah, people can kidnap, or kill you with a rookie mistake, but I didn't expect anyone to have stalking eyes on me.

I shut my thick curtains, and clicked on a string of fairy lights surrounding my room.

With a goofy expression, Camille raised her eyes, twinkling with the light, and opened her mouth. "Wow. This is some Tumblr shit. We should make a hot chocolate or something. That would make us the ultimate "it" girls."

I snorted, and slid into the large comforter near my desk. Turning on a smaller light, I repositioned my calculus study guide, and clicked a pen open.

"You have fun with that, T. I'm procrastinating on studying for this test."

She giggled at the nickname. When I was in first grade, I began teasing Camille by calling her "Cami." She never liked the name, and I asked her to give me a reason why. If she did, I would stop calling her Cami.

Camille ended up reaching me during recess the next day, explaining that her dad called t-shirts "cami's," short for camisoles, and from that day on, I pestered her with the nickname "T-shirt." But saying T-shirt was a little too long, and we eventually came to the consensus that "T," was best.

Needless to say, she wasn't that fond of that one either. But with time comes acceptance, right?

Camille swung her body on my doorframe, clacking her long acrylics on the side. "I don't understand why you have the nerve to study on a Saturday."

I shrugged. "Always be prepared, I suppose."

She swung her body again, furrowing her brows. "Suppose? Nerd alert!" She pointed her index at me, the autumn colors of her nails shining in my peripheral.

I stifled a laugh. "Y'know, saying "nerd alert" is scientifically proven to be equally as cringy as saying suppose."

She tilted her head down, squeezing her lips together. When I processed the fact I just said "scientifically proven," I sighed. "Fine, you win."

She pranced out of my room quickly, her laughed echoing in my hallway.

I smiled at the sight. Me and Camille were practically living in opposite worlds. I spent my time volunteering for college hours, studying my ass off, and majority of Camille's time was spent on wardrobe changes and rolling joints. 

Despite our evident opposition, the changes in our personalities never stopped us from being friends.

And no matter what, I'm forever grateful I have a friend who told me how to smoke marijuana the right way- not a friend that could get better grades than me.

My eyes swirled over the swarm of calculus prep in my study book. I sighed, and slammed it closed again. Maybe Camille is right- I need a break.

I opened my laptop, and clicked on the familiar online chat site I spend most of my free time on.

Mi2.com blew up in 2013, and similar to apps like Instagram or YouTube, the platform still flourishes today. I have a theory that Mi2 is so popular because it never turned into an overpriced, ad-infected app, meaning every country or laptop device can access it.

A green star popped up on the side of my screen. I have multiple friends on Mi2, and each of my mutual's texts show up in green asterisks.

I could already tell who it was, and I grinned at the message.

✸ camillluvsdilfs278: get tfo this lame ass website lol

I rolled my eyes at the message. Camille was quite literally downstairs.

✸ angelaura999: y r u texting me ur literally downstairs + is the hot chocolate done

✸ camillluvsdilfs278: fatass the waters boiling

I snorted, twirling my feet under the desk as I responded.

✸ angelaura999: i thought u hated this website why dont you just text me lmao

✸ camilluvsdilfs278: cuz i knew ur degenerate ass would be on the computer already.

✸ angelaura999: hope the water burns u

✸ camilluvsdilfs278: :) <3

I chuckled, and as my finger hovered over the power off button, a red star dinged on the side of my computer.

Weird. I hardly ever got messages from people on the website that weren't my friends.

I clicked on the unknown user's text, and my throat dried. Fear sank into the bottom of my stomach.

‽ user182909493: I can't wait to taste you

I knit my eyebrows, disgust churning in the bottom of my stomach. I don't have my personal information, or even a profile picture on Mi2.

This was probably some jack-off trolling my page. I clicked on the user.

Joined 7 hours ago.

Maybe they got banned on previous accounts.

My mouse hovered on the red "BLOCK ACCOUNT," button, but before I could click go,

one more red asterisk popped up on the tab of my computer.

Curiosity pushed me to click on it.

A soft gasp slipped from my lips.

‽ user182909493: I can't wait to taste your blood

My fingers shook over the curser, but as my door creaked open, I slammed the laptop down with trembling hands.

Camille carefully walked into the room, holding a tray of hot chocolate and sugar cookies.

I grinned a little too wide. "Wow. What a culinary masterpiece."

She dropped her chin, an expression that reminded me that in her hand, she had the life of my cookies on the line.

I rubbed the emptiness of my stomach, and sighed in the scent of the warm sugar.

"Thank youuu." I dragged, grabbing a warm red cup, and placing it on my desk. My body was still pumping with fear, but I attempted to put it aside.

They can't hurt me. It's an online chat.

Camille nodded dismissively, and plopped on my bed, tapping her fingers on her stomach.

It didn't take a genius to find out that there was something on her mind.

I scooted my chair closer to the frame of my bed. "What is it, T?"

She looked up at my ceiling fan, and said nothing for longer than normal. I set my drink down.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm always gonna be alone. I know it sounds cliche, but we're seniors now. I've never got the high school sweetheart experience, you know?"

I nodded, staring out the window as sunset faded into a warm blue of the night. "I know what you mean." I bit my lip, forcing the words to come out, words that I hadn't even admitted to myself. "I sort of feel like I'm just watching time go by, faster and faster. It's hard to think their are good men out there anymore." The text message flashed in my mind as proof.

She nods, and stares at me with a sadness that hardly ever washes over her happy face. "At least I have you."

I jump up from my chair, and hurl my body to the blanket. "You'll have someone else soon, I promise. Some girl or guy will pick you up, and you'll find love better than the movies!" I made a big gesture with my hands to prove my point. "Also, I'm a pretty awesome friend to have."

She smiled mischievously, and looked down, picking at her nails. "Well, you are a little bit of a nerd. It's kinda off-putting."

A laugh escaped my mouth, and I hit her playfully. "You should be off pudding."

She sighed, and plopped back down. "Love Jennifer Lawrence."

I nodded, pursing my lips. "Love her."

I take a couple strands of her hair and idly braid the dark brown waves- a habit I picked up from the many nap-times we avoided during elementary.

"We'll find someone. Someone that won't suck."

She smiled warmly, and relaxed head on the bed again. "Yeah. At least somebody that won't murder girls or something."

I chuckled. "The bare minimum."

She snickered, and pulled my shirt towards her, forcing me to fall on the bed as well.

We watched the ceiling fan rotate over and over again, a peaceful silence hanging in the room.

I looked at her- her slightly upturned nose, dark skin, red hair. The way her brown eyes light up at the world as if everything were a gift.

She was forever a part of my heart- a sister from another life.

I grabbed her hand, and squeezed it tightly. She didn't look at me, but she smiled, bright teeth in an even brighter smile.

"I love you, T."

"I love you too, nerd."

I looked back up at the fan, the white noise of the blades filling the room.

And then the fear resurfaced, paralyzing my heart into glass.

"I can't wait to taste your blood."

Chapter Two

I tugged on the straps of my backpack, fastening them for the seventh time this morning.

Today was the fated day of school fall exams.

I chose to look perfect for the occasion. My hair was combed to curled ringlets, and my makeup coated my skin in a light, pretty way.

I chose a cream colored crop top, tight around my medium bust, and a black skirt, which had shorts and pockets in the interior.

I sort of looked like a whore.

A classy whore.

And that worked for me.

The morning sunlight was rising through the cracks of my blinds, and I opened the window wide to feel the fresh air. Large leaves were dropping like rain from the sky, and except for the warm sun behind the white clouds, the sky was a gloomy shade of darkening grey.

After opening my laptop for the fifth time this morning, I was pleasantly surprised when I saw that Mi2 had updated their company logo- to fit a Halloween style.

I clicked through numerous online group chats I've accumulated throughout the years, laughing at a stupid meme my friend had sent me.

A sudden tingle of fear jolted me, when one of the group-chats had added a "user93827267," but I quickly realized it wasn't the same person from last night.

The moment Camille had left my house, I had opened the laptop, and blocked the unknown user.

I had no idea why people wrote such vulgar things for the search of fear. It's disgusting. And what's worse, there are people out there that would actually be sexually attracted to the idea of blood. I shuddered, stretching my fingers and moving my curser to the X on the top of the screen.

And then, like a nightmare of yesterday, deja vu washed over me, as a red asterisk popped up in my inbox.

Ice-cold anxiety sunk into my nerves.

There's no way it's that creep again, right? I had blocked their account, and gone to the extent of reporting them too.

You can do this. Stop acting pathetic.

It's just a random person.

I clicked on the red star.

‽ user373737373737: are you trying to run from me?

My heart stung, and I gasped sour air, pushing the chair from my laptop.

The user made another account.

To torment me.

I clicked on the anonymous profile again, my teeth clenched together.

"Joined 36 minutes ago."

Will this creep keep making accounts, each one with more vile threats? Would I never be able to stop this?

Unless... I put an end to it myself.

My auburn nails clacked on the keyboard- a slow, cautious message.

✸ angelaura999: please don't contact this profile anymore.

The moment I clicked send, the unknown user began typing. I sucked in a breath. And too fast, the familiar ding showed on my screen.

‽ user373737373737: you scared of me?

I hesitated, the ball of nerves in my stomach unraveling at the words.

✸ angelaura999: i don't know you, and you don't know me. that's it.

I folded my arms to stop the shaking of my body, and concentrated on the three moving dots near the user's name.

‽ user373737373737: and what makes you think I don't know you, Laura?

Amusement hit me for a second, urging me to play along with his horrible, sexual game. But using the faint rationality inside my brain, I decided against it.

✸ angelaura999: because you're probably an old freak on the other side of the world trying to get a rise out of me. And it won't happen. So stop contacting me, please and thank you.

The words "typing," slowly tapped on the screen in painful build up. I drummed my fingers on my arm, waiting impatiently for the reply.

‽ user373737373737: Laura Watson. The good girl of Elk River, right? You probably get off to the thought of being better than everyone else...Having a grade point average higher than your druggie friend. And trust me, I know you, little dove. And you know me. I think about that tight body of yours all the time. And the tiny skirts you wear drive me crazy, the way they ride up those pretty thighs. You're probably wearing one right now, aren't you?

‽ user373737373737: slut.

A sound that was a mixture of a whimper and scream came from my scratchy throat. My fingers were trembling so much, it took me more than a couple seconds to move the cursor to the BLOCK button.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

They know my school.

They know me.

Someone is stalking me.

And I have no fucking idea why, or who, or even where, they are.

And my heart is beating now, a rapid pump of blood threatening to make me dizzy.

But it isn't beating from fear anymore.

A deep, dark exhilaration is sinking into my core.

I have a stalker.

I’ll post more soon, and feedback or requests are welcome <3



#ghostface x oc #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #slasher smut #slash fanfiction #cw noncon #tw noncon #slasher fucker #smut #dark smut #horror #horror smut #slasher fanfiction #fanfic #x y/n #y/n

[anonfromtheflight]

So I think we can all see Simon is your favorite character, but what do you think about Wille? Also welcome to the fandom, I feel you're a great addition 💜

I'm that obvious, uh? Yeah Simon is definitely my favourite 🤭 (and not only because Omar Rudberg is the most beautiful man I've ever seen, like I hate August but the actor is an attractive man, I have some depth okay! 🤣)

But I love Wille too! (And Edvin Ryding is so pretty too, I love whoever did the casting in the show, I think I owe them my inexistent first born or something) I think every character it's complex and well thought which make the show so great.

AND WILLE!

So my first thought when I saw him was literally "that's a baby!" lmao And every thought afterwards was "NO DON'T HURT HIM, LEAVE HIM ALONE!" because I felt an immense sympathy for him? I think it was 100% due to Edvin's eyes, so pretty, looked so sad had me feeling bad for the privileged prince lol but it was beyond me, especially after the scene at the church when he first saw Simon?? I could relate to him too lmao

I like how he grows through both seasons and how he learns so much through his love for Simon too? Yeah, he's so fucking endearing. Even when he was doing stupid things (like kissing Felice!) I felt for him. And I understood completely why, even when Simon was mad at him, like at Lucia (another scene I liked and I didn't put in my top 4 omg I suck), he still went and hugged him. How can anyone resist? 🥺

And I'm a huge fan of how Wille went from "I'm not like that" to "I would literally kill for this boy I love an obsessive amount" lmao

I really want him to be happy and seeing him smile next to Simon in that S3 clip was WONDERFUL.

And thank you for your welcome! 💜💜💜 I don't feel like I'm bringing much except a lot of screaming and excitement I guess lmao

#respondiendo #wilhelm #young royals #i talk a lot sorry #you know who I was ready to love? Erik! and then he went and died and I 🤡. It's the cheekbones.

[infriga]

What's interesting about House of Usher is that Flannigan usually has likeable protagonists, at least in my experience. Granted I haven't seen all of his works, but I've seen several (Bly Manor, Hill House, Midnight Mass, and I've heard summaries of others) and most of them are generally pretty sympathetic from my understanding, even the ones with more blood on their hands, so to speak.

In House of Usher however, almost none of the main characters are good or likeable people to much, if any, degree. Their spouses/partners are decent people, for the most part (dunno how the siblings landed such nice SOs despite being so nasty), and the granddaughter seems alright (I'm only on episode 5 btw so idk if anything happens regarding her or the other non-siblings, no spoilers pls), and Auguste seems like a decent person (maybe not the best family man, but he at has his heart in the right place especially compared to the Ushers), but all the siblings, and Roderick and Madeline themselves, are pretty horrible people.

But like, they're not one dimensional bad people, they're complex, they feel emotions, they care about people in their lives even if they don't tend to treat those people well, they have fears and insecurities and passions and hangups just like regular people do. So while usually I dislike when the protagonists of a show like this are unlikable, in this show it's actually quite fascinating because like I can't say I hate them either, they feel like they could be good people if they really wanted to be. Especially if they had better influences and were taught better lessons by their father and aunt. They feel human, not evil, but I'm also not rooting for them either. I don't know who to root for tbh, except maybe people like Julius, Tammy's husband, and the granddaughter, who are all side characters lol. Idk who the weird supernatural lady is (death? The devil? God? A witch? No idea) so I don't know her motivations or what kinda person she is, she seems to be collecting on some sort of debt but that's the best I've got on her. I do think it's interesting how she tried to spare Morrie from the acid by telling her to go like she did with the wait staff, but she didn't do anything to help Ali later when she was killed, so was it strategic or does this lady have some sort of code of morals? Does she care about whether people are innocent or not? Why spare the wait staff from death by acid shower but not the other party goers? Is sparing Morrie more about the potential role she'll play in Freddy's death? I guess I'll find out.

But I do think it's interesting that we start off the show knowing who's going to die already, since usually stakes in this genre come from wanting characters to survive (hence why I usually prefer likable protags in horror/suspense media), but it makes sense that since none of these people are very likable, the suspense needs to mostly come from something else on that front, such as wondering how they're going to die or which innocent people they might take with them in the process, as well as wanting to know what caused all this.

Roderick, ironically, is probably the most sympathetic member of the family aside from his granddaughter, which doesn't mean much but I mean, I wouldn't begrudge anyone going through what he witnessed in episode 5. Like gaddamn that's fucked up. He seems like someone who deep down has the potential and even the buried desire or instinct to be a good person, but was too much of a coward to put in the work it would take to be good and stay good in a harsh world when he wants so badly to be someone big and successful and important just like, well, his father. But ultimately he does obviously love his children so I do sympathize with him in that regard.

But the show is making the unlikable protagonists thing work for it, somehow. I don't like most of these people, but I am fascinated by them and what's going down and how they got here. It's like watching a car crash in slow motion.

#the fall of the house of usher #tfothou #tv show thoughts #Random #I do find their attorney Arthur Pym to be a really interesting character #How does one get so close to a family like this #And how much does he get paid? Because that man is practically carrying their fucking empire on his back #So I imagine he gets paid a fuck of a lot #Dude is good at his job #Long post #To be clear I know it's entirely possible the show will somehow have me liking and caring about these people by the end #But as of episode 5 they're certainly interesting but not what I'd call likable lol

[pascaloverx]

DANGEROUS

CHAPTER FIVE

Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.

Warnings: For now, the fanfic will not contain explicit content, but it will be flagged if it does in the future. However, there will be the use of strong language and moderate violence. Readers are advised. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading

chapter four

You wake up in Walker's arms, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping you. He seems to be in a deep sleep, so you decide to get up and make some coffee. Tangerine is in the kitchen already, making pancakes. He's shirtless but wearing one of your kitchen aprons. He's also wearing tight dress pants that don't seem very comfortable. When he sees you, he smiles as if he hadn't recently tried to kill you. But it reminds you of how your old relationship used to be.

"No point in smiling at me. I'm still mad about what you did. Trying to kill me and Walker wasn't enough; you had to reveal our past." You criticize him as you pour yourself some coffee and grab two pancakes already on the kitchen counter.

"I thought you'd thank me for that, considering your night ended quite nicely. But honestly, I couldn't care less about what you or the pseudo movie villain up there feel. I want my brother back, and I won't care about anyone else's life but his." Tangerine speaks harshly, but you know he's lying. He still cares about you.

"Jealousy looks so cute on you, but remember that I know when you're lying. But I agree that Lemon has to be the damn priority. Which doesn't give you the right to screw me over." You stare at Tangerine, who looks at you almost understandingly. He nods in agreement.

"Rich coming from you. The woman who abandons her husband because she can't get over her breakup with the great agent Walker. Aren't you ashamed?" Tangerine seems to be holding a lot of resentment towards you. You should have known this conversation would end like this.

"I didn't abandon you. I never did that. Let alone to be with Walker. You married me because you were desperate to prove that you weren't just a hitman. And when we became a normal couple, with normal jobs, you preferred to go back to work with Lemon. You betrayed my trust. Remember that?" You speak angrily to Tangerine. It's funny how you two seem both so familiar and unfamiliar to each other at the same time.

"What trust? You never trusted me. In fact, I always wondered why you married me. Revenge or curiosity to know what my name was?" Tangerine moves closer to you, staring deeply into your eyes. You laugh at him. But then he pulls you closer by the waist.

"Is this how you flirt now? By questioning me? Well, let me tell you, I married because I was bored. What's surprising is the fact that you're a failure even in marriage. I guess the only decent thing you did was sex." You speak, trying to hurt his ego, because in fact, he was a great husband. You just wouldn't let him know that.

"The reason we didn't work out with each other is exactly this. You lie very badly. Our marriage would be standing if I hadn't chosen my profession over you." Tangerine speaks so next thing that gives you goosebumps.

“You think you know me John but you don’t. But thank you for saying so frankly that you abandoned me." You say getting too close to your legally husband.

"I hate it when you use my name. I don't think it suits me to be honest. But we both ended our relationship because you weren't over Walker. And I chose to work with what I'm good at."  Tangerine speaks and you feel like this conversation is going nowhere. So you walk away, wanting to end the subject and go back to your breakfast but Tangerine pulls you by the arm. You look at him without understanding until he kisses you. You immediately push him away not really understanding what is happening. 

"You think it's that simple? You kiss me and it's all over?" You say questioning him, but still caught up in the feeling of his lips against yours. 

"I think instead of discussing the past, we can enjoy all this unresolved sexual tension. Because no matter how much we want to blame the other, we both still want each other." Tangerine comes closer to you, as if to tease you. You look at him, disgusted knowing he's right.  

"So let's focus on resolving your brother's situation. That way we can go back to avoiding each other and pretending we don't want each other. Because if you think you can kiss me without first apologizing for having you tried to kill me, you are wrong. You accepted the mission to kill the woman you promised in a church to love until death do you part." You say, still upset about everything you've been through involving Tangerine. 

"Let's do this. Focus on rescuing my brother. So whoever wants you and Walker sent me an invitation to a party. Let's go to a masquerade ball, baby." Tangerine says showing you the electronic invitation and you realize that it will be a decoy. And clearly any plan that Tangerine comes up with will be a risk to your life.

#tangerine x y/n #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #august walker x you #august walker x reader #august walker fanfiction #spotify #mission impossible #henry cavill characters #aaron taylor johson characters #spy au #Spotify

[oneofthosebells]

All right, starting my rewatch and jotting down some thoughts, one episode a day until Sunday...

Wilhelm already looks so worried about his mother in the opening seconds of the show, didn't pick up on that first time round. Probably already already blaming himself as well.

Simon in the palace. 😭 You can really see the magnitude of it all hit him.

I was SO surprised on first watch that the video/drugs issues were resolved so quickly after two seasons of build up! But I guess it makes sense that if it's not going to be a big part of the season, might as well wrap it up and move onto the next part rather than dragging it out for no reason.

(I was always like 90% sure it would end in a settlement though, because there's no time for a trial in the timeframe and you don't want to leave it as a loose end hanging over the characters' heads.)

Linda comparing the royals to the Mafia. 💀 There's a reason the British royal family is nicknamed The Firm... (For anyone not aware, it's a term for gangsters/organised crime in parts of the UK.)

Simon failing to warn his mother that the drugs thing might come up is so teenager of him, bless him. He's still such a kid at heart.

Kristina once again referring to the video as a 'scandal' and not a crime committed against her son, sigh. And then immediately pulling out the Erik guilt trip card. Kristina is the result of her upbringing just as Wille is - no royals are normal! - but it's gutting to watch.

Felice's grief for the end of her friendship with Sara kills me. 😭 I'm so glad they showed how heartbroken she was over it.

Maddie is the best. Stella and Fredrika are the WORST. (Apologies to their fans if they have any, but in a show full of rich, interesting, complicated characters, I view Stella/Fredrika and Henry/Walter as basically slightly annoying wallpaper.)

Linda finally realising she has no clue what her kids are really up to...

August pours himself only a glass of water when everyone else is eating a full breakfast. The show has done his ED really well and subtly over the three seasons I think - it's clearly there but not been laid on too thick. Compare Maddie's worried looks at Felice not eating however over Nils and Vincent not noticing or caring that August never eats.

Photographers on the way to school - did someone tip them off that the prince was coming back or have they been hanging round the school gates ever since the Jubilee?

Felice (plus Maddie) is behind Simon at the lockers when Wilhelm returns to school which feels deliberate but they don't acknowledge each other at all (until the later scene anyway) - a hint that Wilhelm's going to be very wrapped up in Simon (and kind of self centred) this season?

Followed by Wille completely glossing over Simon saying he's uncomfortable with the staring, ouch. Some painful foreshadowing there.

Felice wanting to know how Sara is. 😭😭😭

Of course Marcus talked to the press. But honestly, I'm a little disappointed at how tame it was. If you're going to be a snake, go all out! Make up lies! Call Simon a cheating whore and a gold-digger! 'Their relationship seems problematic' is just a wee bit pathetic.

Wilhelm's total naivete about what the effects of his speech would be for Simon with the online abuse etc makes me want to strangle him and hug him. He's so sheltered and he's also still such a kid (even if he no longer looks like one, my god Edvin's sudden adulthood is distracting at times!). But agh.

Redrawing the heart. 😭😭 It's so teenager in love, I love it.

Gen Z kids reading the article in an actual newspaper. Printed on actual paper. Hillerska really is its own little world, isn't it?

I quite like the school restrictions plot from a storytelling perspective, it ramps up the tension, but yeah, it's not the most realistic thing the show has ever done. 😂 Like seriously, you're confiscating their phones but leaving them their laptops? What's the point? All you're going to do is annoy your rich students and their entitled, self-important parents without achieving anything.

Enjoyed that episode much more on a rewatch! I think the first time round I was thrown by the August plot wrapping up so quickly and worried my girl Sara was going to get short changed this series. I do feel like the tone of this season is quite different in a way that's hard to describe, but not in a bad way - just took me a little while to get into it first time round.

#young royals #yr s3 #yr s3 spoilers #young royals spoilers

[transmurderbug]

🍂Tag Game Wednesday! 🍂

Thank you for the tag Kaka @stocious 💙 and Nosho @creepkinginc! 💙🥰

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which character from any media would you like to have as a father? I have no idea 🤔 I'd accept some of the cool dads.

if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have? A dragon. Or a horse.

what is your Chinese takeout order? There's almost exclusively only one Chinese dish I can eat and that is the... fragrant tender chicken breast? I think that's what it's called (with noodles)

what's your favourite emoji? 🫂

would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house? In this order all three? Is that an option? It is now 😌

what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly? I loved Teen Titans and Scooby Doo as a kid. But I was also more of an Animal Planet and National Geographic kid, so...

what was your tumblr like when you first joined? Pretty much the same as now.

what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself? I don't think I can think of one.

if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best? Berk or Alagaësia. I think. I'm sure I could think of more...

what is your favourite piece of art? Hmm. I have a lot... I love Anguish by August Friedrich Schenk and Egri nők by Bertalan Székely

do you have a water bottle? what does it look like? I have a bunch. Some are plain, some have all kinds of patterns or decorations.

what fanfic trope is a quiet fave? Angst. Hurt/comfort.

do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it? I do. It's a relatively large camouflage bag. The weirdest thing in it... I usually have salt and sweeteners with me, maybe that counts as weird?

if you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be? Ouch. I've stumbled upon some Lip/Mickey fics and while they didn't make me gag, I'd still pass. So... no.

what is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did? ABO. When I first read an ABO fic, I really didn't like it and left pretty fast. Then one day, it grew on me 😆

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian? I think so? Small, but mighty. He's short, but definitely strong. Plus, it really depends on the lifting technique. I think he would need a proper carrying technique, so definitely no "bridal style", but yes.

who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house? Carl. -----------

I'm not late today, so I'm tagging some cool people to participate, if you want. If not, here, you can have a mushroom 🍄 @deathclassic @ian-galagher @bawlbrayker @transmickey @meagaboooo @dynamic-power @deedala @crossmydna @juliakayyy @heymrspatel @palepinkgoat @sweetperversiongirl @spacerockwriting @jrooc @francesrose3 @krystallouwho @steorie @depressedstressedlemonzest @gardenerian @suzy-queued @lupeloto @metalheadmickey @look-i-love-u @darlingian @scurvgirl and anyone else who wants to 😌

#tag game #weekly tag games #tag game wednesday #good questions!

[thatvixx]

my ideas on "Anomaly Found - Chase Brody" and the jse egoverse

ok so it's time for me to gather my thoughts regarding The Iris Project and everything that has just happened. unfortunately i couldn't participate in the livestream cause i was in class, but i have just watched "Anomaly Found - Chase Brody" and i feel like i have a decent idea of what has happened so far.

obviously, this contains spoilers for "Anomaly Found" as well as other videos already published by Seán!

before we start, we have to go back to two important videos: "Chase" (released october 13, 2019) and "You're Not Ready For These Scary Games" (released october 19, 2019, which i'll be reffering to as "You're Not Ready" from now on). "Chase" was so incredible when it came out, and the thumbnail for "You're Not Ready" is literally Henrik's face, so i couldn't be more hyped.

in "Chase", we begin with a note of eviction. the note states that anyone living in the house (namely, Chase) is ordered to "vacate the premises not later than September 2019". according to the notice, it's August 8, 2019. things are definitely not going ok, judging by the state of his car and the bottle of whisky inside the glove compartment. more importantly, his reaction to seeing the picture he just found shows us something terrible has happened. he drives to the woods and walks for a while (with many beautiful shots from the mountains and the forest itself). more importantly, he walks towards a very specific set of rocks, mounted on top of eachother like a memorial of some kind. he rests the photo over it and drinks from the bottle of whisky, before being abruptly teleported from the woods to what seems like a parking lot.

on the other hand, the part that makes "You're Not Ready" interesting is the ending of the video, where Seán's screen is abruptly cut by static followed by a black screen. Henrik immediately appears, worried and writing on a piece of paper in front of a computer screen. we can see he's been woking on mathematical equations, by the papers on his desk; all the ones we can see have the letter 'T' in some capacity. after many mistakes, something in the screen fires up and it glitches. Henrik seems desperate and, after typing something, is presented with a psychedelic tunnel of lights; something seems to have worked.

with this, we can analyze "Anomaly Found" with a little more info. we're told throughout the scenes that Chase's family has been murdered (both his wife and kid, according to Arin's character as well as the photo in "Chase") and he has been somehow involved. at first, he says he's killed them, but then retorts a "i didn't kill them". after the ending, it seems pretty clear that the one responsible for their death was Anti - but Chase took the blame, since no one would believe him if he told the truth. this event is obviously the catalist to all the bad things happening with him, from the eviction note to the heavy drinking.

during one of the scenes in the "Project Iris" livestream, we're presented with a poster saying that "ALTR 5914 IS A TIME THIEF!". since we're already aware that Anti's number is ALTR 114209 because that's how his name is written in numbers (A = 1, N = 14, T = 20, I = 9), 5914's translation is either EIAD or EIN. EIN as in Henrik von Schneeplestein. Henrik is a "time thief" - or, more likely, a time manipulator.

in "You're Not Ready", he seems to be working with time equations (remember the 'T'?), or something along the lines of manipulating time using both math and some weird machine. he seems to be a physicist more than a physician - and that's why i think Henrik is responsible for Chase's teleportation. meddling with time is, essencially, meddling with space, since they're both indissociable. if Henrik's machine did work at the end of "You're Not Ready", he has successfully changed time - or stolen it, in some capacity. the success of Henrik's machine is responsible for Chase's teleporting and, consequently, for his inprisonment in the IRIS facility during "Anomaly Found".

now, on to the best part of this whole ordeal: my baby Anti. he looks great, he looks terrifying, but more importantly: he looks exactly like Chase. if anyone saw him commiting any crime, they would obviously blame it on Chase, since it's "impossible" for such a creature to exist. Anti seems to be making a hell out of Chase's life long before the murder of his wife and kid - "showing him awful things", making him hear strange voices and whatnot. we were already aware of Anti's interest in Chase - my question is: why? why Chase? why is Chase so important to Anti?

i am also very intrigued in the whole "i feel like i've been here before" bit, as well as "i have been in this exact place before, we need to leave". this implies some sort of time cognizance from Chase's part, almost as if he's able to glimpse into the future. that could be either the reason for Anti's interest in him or an effect of his influence. either way, Chase has something special to him - and we don't know what yet.

finally, i wanna take this last paragraph to say how incredibly proud i am of seán for making this. the "Project Iris" livestream as a whole was incredible, an amazing feat that definitely will change the way we think youtube content and viewer interactions for the next years. the cinematography of "Anomaly Found" is also phenomenal, and don't even get me started on that ending scene - I NEED MORE ANTI, SEÁN!!!! WE NEED MORE ANTI CONTENT!!!!!

if anyone has anything to add, feel free to comment/rb with it. let's go JSE stans, we're finally being fed!!!!

#jse #jse theories #jacksepticeye #jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye theories #anomaly found - chase brody #chase brody #antisepticeye #henrik von schneeplestein #arin hanson #the iris project #iris project #JSE iris project #seán mcloughlin #jse egos #jse egos theories #jse theory #iris jse #jacksepticeye theory #jacksepticegos theory

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

Reblog this if you want readers to come into your ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines. 

Seeing as I’ve just finished reading part 5 of Under Orders I want to ask you about it.

One thing I love about your stories is that you have what I think is a great understanding of psychology and power dynamics in sexual relationships (I’m explaining this very poorly, sorry) And you manage to communicate these things very well in your stories. I appreciate it a lot because I am totally clueless about these things.

Example is when reader understands what Sy’s place is in her little universe. It’s a couple of paragraphs and, even if it’s in the middle of a pretty amazing sex scene, it is just so RIGHT. Like, I know reader is me but I had the same epiphany as her!

So please give us any insight or info on how the addition of Sy to this little universe came to be or where it’s going?

Thank you so much for this question!!!!! I love it. Let me put this under a cut because it's a little bit of an essay...

Partly because I get to blame @deandoesthingstome without thinking twice, because it's 2100% her fault that Sy even made an appearance in this series! She started this, it's her fault, she did it, it wasn't me, Charlie's responsible, I was powerless against her charms.

(I know damn well I didn't have to write it, like... She didn't put a gun to my head, I was free to do whatever I wanted. And apparently, after a whole ass while... This is what I wanted.)

Now, I'm not denying Sy is hot stuff, okay? I'm not even going to bother pretending that I wouldn't think twice about taking that beard for a ride if I was ever presented with the opportunity.

But he's not my go-to guy, and probably never will be, which definitely didn't help in figuring out his place in this arrangement — which is when I realized that trying to force him into it the way I was trying to do was never going to work, and that there was a strong possibility that reader would be having the same struggle when it came to that subject.

And so, Charlie is still waiting on that hot foursome, and I still have hopes that it will happen some day, but I really do need to stick to my usual approach and let my characters do the talking instead of trying to force them into something they're not ready for.

And to a degree I think the research and understanding of these dynamics make that even more difficult. Because I want to get it right. I need it to make sense.

Because I know August "Will Kill For Her" Walker loves reader and doesn't want to hold her back, so he knew he had to give her the space to explore it. He knows she loves him and he's certain this won't come between him and reader because he trusts her like he's never trusted anyone in his life.

... Except maybe Walter, who he's known for years (since college). He decided to share the woman he loves with his best friend. And he doesn't trust Sy that way.

Walter isn't exactly a quick study when it comes to trusting someone, either. So I know there's a relationship to be built there.

Like, the objective going in was "write porn" but sometimes (most of the time) that's not enough (for me. It's a perfectly valid way to write, of course!!! But I do need to know why they're fucking, and in this specific case there's the issue of how it impacts everyone else involved in this relationship.)

I'm also lucky enough to have a bunch of wonderful queer friends, and some of them tell me all the lovely tales (and the drama! So. much. drama) of their lovely non-monogamous relationships, and it's taught me a lot.

And, in a way, this fic has taught me a lot. Because it was never supposed to turn into this polycule. It was supposed to be a relationship between reader and August, and a more or less platonic arrangement between reader and Walter — until it wasn't. And with the addition of Sy, there's a whole new side of this relationship to explore. One I'm really excited about, and really eager to delve deeper into.

I know not all of their story has been told yet.

So I guess what I'm really trying to say is... Thank you, Charlie!

#raccoon ramblings #director's cut ask game #Under Orders fic #under orders

[ofdieus]

' poppy drayton, cis woman, she/her, 30 (300), cauldron made high fae ' — cauldron save you. it seems NESRI SESSONDAL has finally made it to the capital, the ARCHER/MERCENARY from the NIGHT COURT is said to be DAUNTLESS and is said to describe themselves with THE RAW INSTINCT TO SURVIVE, WELCOMING YOURSELF TO YOUR OWN CAGE, A LIFE SPENT UNDER THE COVER OF DARKNESS, YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH ALL THIS HORROR & UNTETHERING YOURSELF FROM EVERYTHING YOU RECOGNIZE and with all of this in mind their DECEITFUL nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

GENERAL DETAILS.

full name: nesri lesbeth sessondal nickname(s): nessie (only close friends) date of birth: august 14 zodiac: leo sun, scorpio moon, virgo rising gender & pronouns: cis woman ( she / her ) species: cauldron made high fae place of birth: winter court orientation: bisexual, biromantic occupation: archer & mercenary for the night court

PHYSICAL, ETC.

faceclaim: poppy drayton hair colour & style: here clothing style: here distinguishing characteristics: scars across arms and back from battle piercing(s): lobes x3, helix x2

PERSONALITY.

positive trait(s): dauntless, resourceful, charming negative trait(s): deceitful, volatile, pessimistic like(s): travelling, snow, cold weather, blankets, warm drinks dislike(s): repeating herself, being interrupted, bullies hobbie(s): reading, archery, hand-to-hand combat training, gardening character inspiration: nesta archeron (acotar), faith lehane (buffy the vampire slayer), clove & katniss (the hunger games), celaena sardothien (throne of glass)

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

mother: elle sessondal (deceased) father: alexi sessondal (deceased) sibling(s): twin (tbd), other sibling (tbd) significant other: koray aksakal

BACKGROUND.

biography trigger(s): death, mention of abuse, murder

Nesri never knew a life without War. Whether it was in her own home or outside the town lines throughout the mortal lands, she was born into it and it followed her everywhere. 

Her father, once a man of great power and value, lost everything once the war was over and the wall was created. he never let her forget about it. Days where she was just trying to ensure their family was fed, he took the money and blew it all trying to get his fortunes back, no matter the cost or who he crossed. Her mother was long gone while her and her siblings blessed the stars she never had to see the man he became.

Nesri learned from her father though. He taught her how to use a bow, a sword and how to handle pain. So much pain. She was thankful for the first two, it was what kept her alive all these years.

When she turned seventeen, she did the unthinkable. She left. She wandered towards the faerie realm, desperate for a change. Desperate for something better for herself, regardless of what her family wanted. There was a chance for her in the Dawn Court, where she headed first. The journey was long and there were times where she didn’t think she would make it. 

For the first few years, Nesri hid there, amongst the other fae, planning what she wanted to do next. She kept her training up and started offering up her services to anyone who would pay. 

She caught food, liars and thieves and other horrible people…making use of the only things she knew. After a few years of being discrete, she was approached by a high fae. They told her that they would expose her to the ruling family of the Dawn Court if she didn’t come to do more interesting jobs for them, at least, that’s what the plan was. Nesri was promised protection, a large fee and safety. How could she deny it?

Years passed and the sense of protection faded. They loaned her out to the highest bidder and started setting their sights on higher levels of other courts. Nesri didn't want to kill them but she didn't have a choice. Finally, after years of working with the high fae, Nesri refused them. There was constant blood on her hands, including that of her own father.

Instead of allowing her to be free of them, they sent her on an impossible mission where she would fail. She never failed and this cost her life. She was thrust into the cauldron and emerged as a high fae, stronger than she could imagine. Too scared to return, she sought refuge in the night court where she joined their forces and now resides. Nesri continued to plot her revenge on the high fae that ruined her life and knows that one day, she'll be allowed to act on it.

HEADCANONS.

nesri prefers a bow & arrow over hand to hand combat (although she is highly trained in both)

she also does work under the table for other courts if the price and timing is right

she masks herself completely except her eyes when she is completing tasks to ensure her safety - only one person has seen her full face and she has a secret of theirs in return

she is fiercely loyal and once you consider her a friend, she is a friend until the end and will go to the ends of the earth for you

enjoys reading and gardening - has a small cottage in the night court that no one knows the location of

holds a grudge (small) towards a few of the courts regarding the war and lets them know it

has not seen her family since she was made a high fae and doesn't care if they are alive or dead

does not work well with others at first, she reads people very well and has a very good gut feeling if you are looking to trick / manipulate her ( although she doesn't really care if it involves money )

#ofcourtfables:intro #nesri — biography #tw death #tw murder #tw mention of abuse #murder tw #death tw #mention of abuse tw #(just reposting so i can edit them later if needed)

[jaxxsoxxn]

Wait, wait wait that one scene in cinderella3

When Prince charming jumped out the window to go save Cinderella when his father told him he wasn’t allowed to go down the stairs, so he jumped out of the window 

But imagine it it’s with flash and wonder woman and Superman 

Wonder, woman : flash I am not gonna let you rescue that villain. I forbid you to go down these stairs, 

Flash looking at wonder, woman, and Superman and the stairs and looked at the window : mm you know when the woman I never really understood why people jumped out the windows the same people they love, but I see now and now I understand why 

Wonder, woman and Superman : wait what ?

(Flash jumps out the window )

Wonder, woman and Superman : Barry !

I adore the fact that JLA n Rouges are trying their best to keep these two apparat (and failing to do so)

"Barry you know better than to date a villain"

"What about Batman and Catwoman?"

"...I said you know better not that he knows better."

Captain Cold learns that he agrees with any supes and goes absolutely 90 degrees in the other way, suddenly the biggest Boomerflash supporter. It lasts half of the week.

Golden glider talking to Wonder Woman like they're besties while actively being against Harley because, just like her brother, she thinks she took her place and is bitter.

Boomer doesn't want them to think that, especially since he didn't talk to them only because he forgot that he could finally.

Trickster Jr. And Wally have beef for no reason, Axel just says he's not funny, Wally rants about how fucking annoying the villain is or stays completely silent.

Weather Wizard says one time "just kiss already" after they fight near him and the scream they scrum made speedy run to them in fear. Mark doesn't care.

August who back stabbed the Rouges, coming back onto their good side by also being not a fan of Suicide Squad. Floyd said one snarky thing about anyone close to him, and he got into a mood.

"That's why all criminals should die" YOU'RE A MURDERER!! U KILLED PEOPLE!!!

Can you see who's my fave characters? Probably yeah.

Usually Flash wouldn't even let them stop him, especially since his lover was in danger, but Wonder Woman wasn't typically one to be out of her mind like today. "What do you mean by I shouldn't help him?!" he couldn't help and raised his voice, bitterness already growing in his chest. "Diana, I need you to move." "Barry, you need to understand - he's Wallers. Not only will that make problems for us, if she'll learn that you will save him, she'll throw him in more dangerous situations. It's better for both of you if you'll stay put." her tone sounded slightly concerned, her eyes jumping from him to other JLA members for support. "You're not even sure if he's not using your feelings here for a lift or something alike-" "He's bleeding out. I am wasting my important time and his blood is wasting on the floor because you believe that Floyd Lawton- Not even Digger, sent me a message by Hack because they needed a lift. Deadshot, the same man that would rather kill himself than let any supe help." his work tone was slowly sneaking it's way into his speech, not being able to stop it. "Wonder Woman, on everything you love, you'll move out of my way." A quick lip bite was all hesitation he got from her, before she stood in front of him with all her might, Superman slightly more undecided, but also standing next to her. "Flash, as a JLA member you know better. I will not let you take one more step down these stairs." her tone was clearly informing him of the truth of this statement. "You are forbidden from saving this rogue." Within seconds Barry relaxed, stretching his hands above his head, confusing people around them, above few who already shot him amused stares. Hal even showing a thumb up, changing it into some form of scratching his chin to remain unnoticed. "You're right- I won't take a step down these stairs." Barry finally said, his voice having that "costumer service polite" in it, making Wonder Woman just more suspicious. "It must be love pushing me to do stupid things." "Why do you say it like that-" The only other sound that accompanied his flight out of the window next to him was Jordan's loud laughter, which he couldn't hold in any longer. It wasn't the first or last time he was falling from surprising heights, so with ease he landed as trained and ran trough the city towards his home.

Get it, because Digger is his home-

No art today bc amma also write the Boomerflash hcs and hopefully end the Boomer centric ones! <3 Anywho, please ask about other rouges n their relationships with Boomer/Flash/their relationship/ JUST ANYTHING

(I will continue to baby Axel, he done nothing wrong ever [lie])

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #flash x captain boomerang #boomerflash #captain boomerang #headcanons #one shot #bad writing #writing #FINALLY DONE RAHHH #Diana isnt bad shes just worried #N stubborn af #But barry works with cops not only she can be subborn #I usually love sunshine Barry but he needed to be a little pissy rn sorgy #ALSO HENLO CATGIRL BELOVED #<333 kisses u platonically #Lov ur art babes 1000/10 #“Why is there Hal Jordan in my Boomerflash?” BECAUSE I LVOE HIM #NEXT QUESTION

[riveramorylunar]

NO CHEATING!

Character you last wrote a fanfiction about = your love interest

Second Character in your writing drafts = your enemy

Last song you listened to = your movie title

Last food you ate = your animal sidekick/pet's name

If you were born in January/February/March = you and your love interest die together happily in each others arms during a fire that broke out in your complex apartment

If you were born in April/May/June = you killed your enemy but they killed your love interest before you had the chance to tell about how you feel so you ended up murdering yourself afterwards

If you were born in July/August/September = your love interest turned against you in the end and teamed up with your enemy but you end up killing them both regardless and decide to not get into relationships

If you were born in October/November/December = your enemy poisoned you, killing you in the process but your love interest avenges your death and kills your enemy

tag others to join my challenge!

Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill, Nemuri Kayama, Lifetime, Chicken and Parmesan, July.

Well damn 😭 my three favorite characters. I didn't want to kill them 🥹 why couldn't it be the other way around I would have been fine with that 😓. Why did you have to do me like this 🥺

Tagging: @daddynattt, @cat-or-kitten, @danveration, @red1culous, @missvifdor, @yelenasdiary and anyone else who wants to do it!!!

#river chats with itzvintagevibez