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#Death Count
whore4hotdilfs · 5 months
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how i plan to write costas’ characters! :
(Adding as I think of anything else, requests for characters also welcome)
- Mark Hoffman :
* bit of a mixture of hard and soft, 80% hard
20% soft
* when hard dom, he has little to no remorse.
this could involve pushing your limits, lots of
edging and overstimulation. brutal thrusts/
pace, tying toys to you and leaving you in th
your bedroom until you behave.
* he’ll more often than not spit in your mouth
when you’re being far too bratty than liked.
* when he’s soft, he’s slower, he likes to live
in the moment.
* soft praises. things like “that’s my pretty
girl”
* he always focuses on aftercare after every
scene
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- Marco Poloni :
* he’s mostly soft, i feel like you’d have to ask
him to incorporate a few harder kinks into
your sex life.
* usually soft, quick thrusts but he still loves
to live in the moment
* he loves eating you out, could do it for hours
if you let him (you obviously do)
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- The Warden :
* he’s always hard, never soft dominant. I feel
like that would be obvious.
* no remorse whatsoever, little aftercare.
* degrades you a looot, he’ll often use slut
or whore. he’ll praise you, but he’ll disguise
it.
* sayings like, “what a messy little whore you
are for me” and calling you his personal
slut.
* he’s heavy on the overstimulation, he will
push you to your limit until you physically
cant take another orgasm. even then, he
only stops when he’s satisfied.
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valentronic · 4 months
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“The real game will begin momentarily… Stay tuned :)”
Costas Mandylor as The Warden in Death Count(2022)
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luciachloris · 5 months
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Since my friend ask for it so i made those line in audio (ringtone?) File for her and decided to share it on here in case if anyone interesting (or obsessed) like us 🤗
I cut and merge all those parts when Hoffman talked only. Enjoy 💙🫰
Bonus:
Just for fun 😆
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hugh-lauries-bald-spot · 11 months
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mid movie but i giffed my favorite parts, warden is hot-
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Because "black lives matter" to BLM.
That was sarcastic. They don't care. If they did, they'd have to march against themselves, instead of spending millions on mansions, giving it to family and embezzling it.
Luxury beliefs are ideas and opinions that confer status on the upper class, while often inflicting costs on the lower classes. -- Rob Henderson
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vote YES if you have finished the entire book.
vote NO if you have not finished the entire book.
(faq · submit a book)
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slxsherwriter · 8 days
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Let the Games Begin
Fandom: Death Count
Pairings: The Warden x reader
Word count: 2, 090
Warnings: Mentions of non-con surgery, death, injury
Author's Note: Honestly, I don't know what this is or where it came from. Was sort of just possessed by the idea. For the few that have watched the movie. Hopefully, you enjoy!
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The poor lighting was just the kicker to the entirely poor set up. While it was nothing new, it never made it easier to deal with and most certainly always made the time limit almost impossible to meet. Biting the inside of your cheek, you forced the needle through the skin, moving both as quick and carefully as you dare. One mistake with the little hair sensitive triggers on the devices and it would be the last thing that you ever did.
“One of these days, one of these assholes is going to wake up in the middle of this and cause a whole load of trouble for the both of us.” A low chuckle was the response, sound simultaneously dark and amused. One that demanded attention, urged you to have your eyes pull away from the careful task that you were carrying out, but you managed to ignore it. By the skin of your teeth.
“With that skill that you have? It's hardly something I am worried about. For your peace of mind, however, I have plans in place, doc.” If there wasn't some level of trust in the man that was mulling around behind you, you wouldn't have been here at all, partaking in this. With precision and care that came from years of practice, you managed to cut the last suture, leaving the small tail of line outside the body.
“I'm not actually surprised by that statement. Flattered by the compliment, but not surprised that you had contingency plans in place.” Leaning back, you observed the clean line of sutures with a critical eye for just a second longer. By the seventh and eighth individual, your hands cramped a bit, and your eyes were feeling the strain. But you were finished. Your back cracked as you straightened, a satisfying pop that relieved some tension.
“Good work, as always doc.” James appeared in your peripheral as you were tossing the sharps and your bloodied gloves away. Admiring your work and the action was enough to spark a sense of pride. As twisted as that was. Funny to think that this wasn't what life was always like. Helping out mass murders and criminals had once seemed like too far-fetched an idea to entertain. Yet, here you were.
It was only when you had tossed the remaining tools in your small bag that you turned your full attention to James. The man was mostly dressed for his little game, simply missing his mask. A rare occurrence even outside the games, something that you had come to learn over the last several months. He was lifting the last body up and over shoulder for placement in the room, making the action almost seem effortless. A sight that you had come to appreciate more and more as you spent an increased amount of time with the man. More so than most of your other clients.
“Besides, you really think that I would let anything happen to you?” You were pulled out of your wandering thoughts about the man in question when he spoke. Blinking, you were quick to shake your head so that he didn't suspect that you were too lost in thought. Thankfully, muscle memory had guided you through the clean-up process, so you hadn't simply been standing there like an absolute idiot.
“No, no, I don’t.” Which was a genuine response. If it was within his power, you really didn't think that he would let anything happen. His keeping you safe was what had brought you closer together in the first place. A memory that wasn't worth bringing up this very second.
“There you go.” As if it was as simple as that. Which, really, perhaps you should just accept as something simple. Absently washing your hands, you openly observed James for a long second this time. He was leaning against the doorframe to the room, arms relaxed as they lay across his chest. Watching you the way that you had been watching him. Not another word was shared as the typical clean-up process was continued. There wouldn’t be all that much time before his victims woke up and the games began. Something that you did your best not to stick around for when it could be helped. Not that you didn't have the stomach for it at this point, but it wasn't particularly something that you enjoyed. What little time off that you were able to get after such tasks was better spent grabbing some food and heading home to relax.
“The passageway is clear for you to make your way out.”
“I appreciate it.”
“Got everything you brought?”
“Yeah, all packed up and ready to go. Need anything else before I head out?” He shook his head, not giving a verbal response. At least seven people were going to die tonight, and you had a hand in that. Something that should have bothered you more than it did. But that was what this line of work brought. Never would you have thought that life as a trauma medic would bring you into the world of criminals and serial killers. Yet, here you were, blood on your hands. It was only figuratively at the moment, but seconds ago, quite literally too.
“Stay safe tonight, yeah?”
“Always do.” Out of everyone that you had met in this little fucked up life that you had craved out for yourself, admittedly, James was the most careful. Rare was it that he needed serious help from you. More often than it, it was a need for some simple sutures for a wound just deep enough to require them. Or the need for some disinfecting and a bandage. Bag tossed over your shoulder, you were already thinking about where to stop for food as you passed by, only stopping when there was a soft touch of warm fingers to your wrist. “You get home safe.” There was something else on the tip of his tongue, which made you wait a few moments longer. A timer on his wrist went off before whatever it was could be spoken aloud, the moment entirely ruined. He cleared his throat and dropped his hand from your wrist. Giving him a smile, you slipped from the doorway and followed the familiar path upward, through some winding hallways and staircases towards the main floor and ultimate freedom. Maybe one of those that you had worked on would be following the same path, maybe they wouldn't. Not a thought to focus on since it was entirely out of your hands.
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The next day came about with no necessary plans or tasks to handle. A rare day off where you were free to do what you wished. Which meant, you opted for a little bit of a sleep in. Something that abruptly ended when the door slammed open, bouncing off the opposite wall with a loud thud. The sound was enough to jolt you from your sleep, heart beating wildly in your chest. No one was in your room, evident as you wildly looked around. A crashing sound came from the hallway, signaling more trouble. Shit. Shit! Scrambling for the gun that you had been gifted, you managed to find the cold barrel as another crash echoed out.
The work that you did occasionally brought trouble. Never to your home, only to the space that was used as a makeshift treatment slash surgery suite that was paid for by someone else that used your services. To have someone in your home was disturbing and terrifying at minimum. As you carefully cracked the door open, you heard a pained groan echoing out through the hall. Not a sound that you would have associated with someone breaking into the home to harm you. Silence would be expected. So that you would not have been able to tell where they were.
Waiting for another few seconds, straining to hear anything else that would have come. But there was nothing. No more movement, no more pained groans, nothing. As quietly as you could, you opened the door the rest of the way. You gave it another pause. Still nothing. Okay, you could do this. Letting out a slow breath, you began to move through the house.
A familiar lump of black and glint of silver appeared around the corner when you entered the living room. James was sprawled out on your couch, face a bit bloodied and clutching at what was likely a wound that needed immediate treatment.
“Jesus Christ….”
“Hey doc. Sorry to drop in…” Ignoring the attempt at being more lighthearted than the situation called for, you were setting the gun down and moving back towards the bathroom to grab whatever supplies you had here. Which, unfortunately, wasn't a whole lot but should have been just enough to properly patch the man up. No questions asked about how it had all happened or what had gone wrong between when you left and this morning. He wouldn't be likely to tell you anyway.
“Just…stay still. Let me see how bad it all is.” Focus, you needed to focus. Easier said than done when woken thinking someone was breaking into your home to kill you. A steady breath and settling down on the table beside the couch helped you work towards that. “Is there anything besides the two areas that I'm seeing?” You were going to have to take the mask off to get a better assessment of the wound on his face. Really, the metal should have protected that half of his face, but things didn't always work out that way. He was here, in your home, laying bloodied on your couch after all.
“No, nowhere else.” For a second, you doubted the sincerity of the answer but ended up taking it at face value since you needed to be focused on figuring out how he was wounded and the best way to treat it. “And no, no one followed me here either. Made sure of it.” Admittedly, that had been the very next question you had been ready to ask. Though, it was a rather logical next inquiry so it wasn't surprising that he had the response ready. You nodded.
“Good. Gives me time to properly patch you up then.” Fingers grasped the edge of the mask and hesitated for only a moment before getting the okay from him. The slash wasn't terrible but would require some sutures to be able to heal properly. It would scar but hopefully you could manage to make sure that lasting result would be minimal.
“This isn't too bad.” Before you could handle that, you had to assess the other. The one that you guessed is more serious than what you had already seen, given the light blood flow from between fingers. “Gonna have to get a good look at that before we figure out how we tackle getting you as good as new, James.” The set of his jaw spoke to the level of pain that was being experienced at the moment. Slowly, his fingers peeled away from his side. The wound was obvious and not good looking, causing you to suck some air between your teeth. It was not good and probably required more than what you had here but you would have to make due. Take care of it, the mantra repeated in your head, then you can run out for more supplies.
“I thought you said that I didn't need to worry about you,” you hummed out as you worked on carefully pulling away the cloth that was stuck to the wound. Gloves be damned at the moment. Getting it treated was primary. A pained little laugh came from him, a hand raising to brush some hair from his forehead. Sweat lined that space at the hairline itself. “I'll give you something for the pain in just a minute okay? I'm sorry. I know this can't feel good.”
“It's fine. Just….” He shook his head. Another little laugh. “Funny that it took this to get myself to your home.” Now, that caught you off guard. Your eyes shot upward from the wound to his face. He was serious. Giving you a half a smile, as if to say what of it, he laid his head back down and fell silent so that you could work. Right, work, you had to close him up. Pushing back the thought so that you could focus, you pulled on some gloves to wash out the wound.
“Don't think we are talking about that statement.”
“Wouldn't expect any less.”
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omo-143 · 4 months
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playing sb with @aliothbuzzsawshark
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max-jagerman-asks · 3 months
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MAXWELL: DEATHS 2! KILLS 4!
We will return shortly: Please hold on for any technical difficulties.
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hungry-hobbits-art · 1 year
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days 17 - 20 of march madsen!!
17. Death Count - Detective Casey 18. Dirty Fears - Michael 19. Rock Paper Scissors - Doyle Dechert 20. BloodRayne - Vladimir
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kinetic-socks · 10 months
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it occurred to me that I haven't talked on here in ages. It's hard to remember to talk sometimes.
So here's a pic of my farewell death count after I got the moon berry. I'm really proud of it!
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valentronic · 4 months
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was very enamored by the warden’s character, so i wanted to put my own spin on his design :]! thought it’d be neat if the metal on his face was more integrated, instead of just being a mask, and somehow that idea evolved into robot claws cause everyone loves robot claws amiright
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the-horsemen-ride · 2 years
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Thoughts on the car in the basement?
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Images taken before disaster. Who the hell gave Isaac a car? Does he even have a license? Oh well, time to update the death count.
The verdict: nice music tho
-the Four Five Horsemen
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devilgirl911 · 2 years
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Anyone who has been through this in real life you’re not the only ones.
I do keep dying at the last seconds of the song.
I manage to beat Whitty, Tabi, Agoti (Sort of), except Tricky
Those darn stupid red arrows keep messing up.
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horseyplaysterraria · 3 months
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This is one of those things I learned from reading the official Terraria wiki. The text area can also handle some commands. The image above is the output of the /death command.
I played as Cleo long enough to have another go at the Lunatic Cultist and died horribly, so she's been slain 443 times now.
The other death count I really wanted to check on was my newest character, Fondant, who had a surprise Goblin Invasion before she'd killed any boss at all. Sixteen deaths. I was sure of at least a dozen from the Goblins.
Fondant found another one of her tombstones out to the east in her Corruption biome and right next to it was Abigail's Flower. I think I've always ignored those in the past, but Fondant can use all the help she can get.
(Heh, there's a tag, "fondant in ancient fountain")
She hasn't made it to either coast and in fact only just made it past the Corruption into the ice biome. And there was a blizzard. And even though Fondant has NO informational accessories, let alone a watch, somehow I just knew that Deerclops would be there any minute.
Fondant tried, but all she has is a lead broadsword and a musket. She managed to hit him once with one bomb, but it hardly did any damage. The battle went basically like this - get low on hit points, magic mirror home, visit the nurse, then run and jump through the Corruption and try to get back to Deerclops. I think I managed that three times before I ended up just saving and quitting, letting Deerclops de-spawn. It just wasn't worth it.
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noknowshame · 1 year
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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