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chaosites · 7 months

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Everyone give a warm goodbye to our round 1 contestants who unfortunately will not be moving on.

Kale,Tobias(FLOORED),Ethan-lee,Raz,X and Callum

And our round 1 b- side contestants who didn't quite make it either.

Kyl-13 @kyl-13 , Marcy and Darcy @marcy-woo ,Travis @phxlp-s ,Izia @bxred-to-death , Jackson @nothing-but-bitters , Seven @god-7o7 , mika @nurse-mika , Sweetheart @sweethearts-chambers ,Admin @jokerphanboy2016 ,Mimi @gorgeous-girl-sometimes , Kira @chaos-kira (SHOCKED) , Rox @mx-lalonde , Si @sighhhhhhhhhhhhh , Cocoa @normal-girl-cocoa , Jill @genocider-jill and Sal @fishxr !

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murdrdocs · 7 months

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minors dni.

on nerdy flustered boys who would fuck if given the chance:

he starts with little glances. staring at you on opposite ends of the classroom, thanking past him for accidentally picking a seat that gave him a perfect view of you, the seating allowing him to slide his eyes over your profile as you write something down, he quickly realizing that he's paying for a college education and not to stare at his pretty classmate like a creep.

the glances turn to stares, giving him a way to start noticing the small things about you. the changes in your skin tone from your under eye to your cheek, the way your nose curves and bends, the way the fluorescent light reflects off your bare shoulders. and then his eyes almost fucking bulge out of his head when he sees two pebbles poking through the material of your thin white tee.

he's too busy trying not to ogle to notice the small smirk on your lips, or to hear the professor enthusiastically encouraging you all to partner up. next thing he knows, you're walking over to him and his mouth is dry and he's going to say something but you do first.

"you dropped your pencil." you bend down, grab it from the floor, and look up at him through your lashes as you do so, sliding the mechanical tool over to him with a gentle smirk on your lips. he manages to blurt out a thanks that's no where near as appreciative as it should have been due to the way his brain is short circuiting.

you saunter away to a girl seated next to him, and he can feel the boner forming in his jeans. because for just a second there, a pathetic second, he had front row seats to the shape of your tits and the way your nipples poke perfectly through your tee.

ever since that one day, it's like anytime he sees you he sees your nipples too.

at the coffee shop on campus when he is getting something to power him through another day of assignments, you're sitting at a table by the window in a loose tee that pushes against your tits when you stretch a wave to him, exposing the little mountain just enough to have him salivating.

at the gym when he is there to bring something to his roommate, you're on the treadmill, running with a sports bra that strains as it holds your tits in, not doing much to conceal your pestering nipples.

and somehow, some fucking way, when he's in your bed, staring down at your bare nipples for the second time (by some miracle), concentrating hard and following them as they move with the thrusts that he delivers to you.

he's lost in it, head spinning from the sensations of your cunt squeezing around him near-perfectly, eyes blurring from staring at your tits and your face and the way your stomach contracts as he angles his cock just a little differently and you gasp appreciatively.

you babble out an almost incoherent sentence, the distinguishable words being along the lines of insinuating that he had to have some prior experience to this, the way he fucks you a clear guess as to why you’re assuming that.

and he tries to respond, the reply easy and on the tip of his tongue, but the starts of his orgasms brews low in his stomach and he can only focus on getting both of you to that point.

his thrusts sharpen, and his hand goes down to play with your clit a little, thumb finding the bud after a moment or two of fumbling around.

when you cum, he’s right behind you, shooting warm spurts into the latex of the condom as drool falls from his parted lips falls onto your chest. he watches it glide down the expanse, gather around your nipple, and slide the rest of the way down and onto your bed sheets.

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ang3lik · 1 year

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!Scream IV Spoilers!

Smut with Ethan Landry after he gets back from a kill🙈

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ethan landry x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vaginal sex, slight nipple play, biting, oral ( m x f ), spanking, begging, slight degradation and mentions of murder and violence. 𝐰/𝐜: 1.1k 𝐚/𝐧: i wrote this in like two hours, so sorry if it sounds rushed. if there’s any warnings i’ve missed or any errors, let me know, hope you enjoy !

as ethan walked back to his dorm, he couldn’t help the stir inside of him. the stir of revenge being fulfilled. he had succeeded in killing anika. he knew that would torture mindy most, but it’d scare the group as one by one he’d kill them. he still felt a little on edge however, all the adrenaline pumping inside him after his second kill.

it put his mind at ease that he knew you were waiting for him in his dorm, thinking he was just returning home from econ. as he got to his dorm door he double checked his hands, checking his clothes and pulling out his phone to check his face to make sure he was clear of blood.

he made sure his phone was on so not disturb to so no one would interrupt you both with the need of anika’s murder. he unlocked the door, walking in and closing it behind him, looking around the living room as he called your name out. you called back from his bedroom, laying on his bed as he walked in, dropping his bag to the floor, the ghostface costume and knife still stained with blood inside, making it think from the weight of it.

he flopped straight on top of you, face immediately in your neck, kissing your soft skin as you squirmed and giggled beneath him. your right hand ran through his curls your other wrapping around his large shoulders, holding him closer to you.

“what’s gotten into you?” you laughed out, his curls tickling under your jaw as he nibbled at your skin a little, the sharp pinch of his teeth, making your body heat up.

“stupid, fucking econ.” he breathed out, his cold hands, pushing up your tank top from your hips as he gripped them. “oh, you forgot your notes.” he paused. looking over to his desk, where his notes lay over the table, forgetting to hide them away before he left, as if he’d taken them with him.

he gulped, feigning annoyance before turning to you again.

“yeah, i know.” he answered. you took note of his heavy breathing, the fast inhales of air, audibly breathing out of his nose as his eyes darkened. he seemed angry, and there was only one thing that could calm him down. you. you took initiative, leaning upwards, capturing his lips between yours as he moaned loudly in content.

the kiss grew hot fast as he rushed to get you both naked as fast as possible. your tank top was tugged up, your tits bouncing before his eyes as he looked at you, hungry. his lips attached to your nipple, sucking on it gently as you sighed out in pleasure.

his thumb twisted the other, flicking it between his fingers. your cunt grew wetter as a jolt of excitement ran down your spine, squealing lightly as ethan let his teeth graze your nipple, sucking it lightly to ease the pain. he looked up at you through his curls, pulling away from the peak, smirking, a thin trail of spit connecting from the bud to his lower lip, breaking as moved down your stomach.

he stood up at the end of his bed, pulling of his shirt, his eyes watching you as he unclasped his belt, undid his jeans and pushed them off. you watched his thick cock, throb in his boxers before he pushed them off too, wasting no time to pounce on top of you.

he pushed your thighs apart, kneeling between as he pulled of your shorts by the waistband. he watched as your hole clenched around nothing, waiting for his thick, wet tongue as he leaned down sucking your clit into his mouth. you sobbed out in delight as his tongue flicked your nub, the sounds of his tongue licking up and down your slit, shaking his head slightly, as he ate you out messily, reaching your ears.

your thighs clamped around his head, as you leaked out into his tongue. squirming upwards on the bed, his hands pushed your thighs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around them as he pulled you down, closer onto his younger as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.

curling it inside you, he let his teeth graze your clit, that warm feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you setting inside your stomach. the noises of him slurping your juices into his mouth, sent you over the edge, cumming all over his tongue and clenching around the muscle as your back arched up off the bed.

you yelled as he pushed your thighs of his shoulders, twisting your body to lay you on your stomach as he pulled you hips up, level with his. overstimulated, from your orgasm only seconds ago, your body shook as he pushed the top of his cock, slapping it on your clit as he teased your hole, pushing in and stretching you out before leaving again.

you squeezed your eyes closed as he pushed in, ethan letting out a loud groan as he looked down, watching his cock disappear inside of you as he pulled back, repeating his movements. you made whiny, meek noises at his slow movements, pushing your hips back, urging him to drive deeper.

a harsh slap to your left ass cheek has you crying out in ecstasy as he finally started to thrust faster. the erotic sounds of his hips slamming into yours, loud. you moaned loudly, your body buzzing with thrill as you felt the need to cum again. begs and whines of ‘please’ and ‘ethan’ left your mouth in desperation, as his hand came down on the opposite cheek, spanking you again.

he dropped down, leaning over your shoulder, as he rutted into you, his tip prodding your g-spot as he grunted into your ears.

“beg for me baby, like the little slut you are, tell me what you want?” he uttered. tears lined your eyes, as you tried to hold your orgasm off. “i want to cum!” you called out as you squeezed around his length. he could feel his sack tighten, as it slapped against your sticky clit, feeling the need to cum himself.

“cum.” he demanded. “cum for me.” you screamed in pleasure, deep, intense, thrusts carrying you through your orgasm as his cock twitched inside of you. warm, white cum, spewed from his tip as he whimpered. his body dropped down, the small bed leaving his arm laying across your back, your body tired but feeling heavenly.

neither of you said a thing, laying in a peaceful silence, until your phone rang, both your heads shooting up as ethan picked it up from his bedside table, chad was calling.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @astarborntowrite @liyahsocorro @anonoussy @gr4veyardg1rl

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swirlymark · 28 days

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@crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington

AT LEAST once a week

#srry for the tag I couldn’t reply with a video idk why </3 #I feel evidence was needed #karl heisenberg #lady dimitrescu #maggie robertson #neil newbon #resident evil #resident evil 8 #re8 #Ethan winters #<based off mention

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thecryptidart1st · 25 days

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In one of your posts you said that there were some songs you were gonna animate with some characters either from The Graveyard Shift or idk. Are there any animatics about that topic that you have started?

I have no animatics, but a butt ton of hyperphantasia, so this ask was an opportunity to draw out scenes that haunt my mind every day

For The Graveyard Shift in particular, I have ideas for the following songs (sorta in order from least to most unhinged and including spoilers for future TGS characters)

"Shit" by Bo Burnham

Probably most of Tom Cardy (Perception Check and Hey I Don't Work Here shown here)

"You Didn't Know" from Hazbin Hotel , bc Lute's line didn't need to go that hard but its burned into my memory at this point (also this animatic somehow evolved from its initial concept while working on this ask so now it's Rosemary and Gregory)

"We Don't Talk About Bruno", but Michael Afton is Bruno being talked by every other mascot horror because Sammy's looking for him

"Waiting In The Wings (Reprise)" from Tangled the Animated Series (this is actually the most serious bc it's actual character growth between Mike and Doug)

"Forklift Simulator" by Sbassbear (bc I base Mike's and Ethan's friendship and humor off of Game Grumps interactions)

and finally "Bring In the Love" by Dankmus, bc this stupid remix has been haunting me for the better part of half a year now and stupid sexy workout William won't leave me alone

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beyondkion-blog · 1 month

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Rating Resident Evil Men’s Marriageability

Note: I tried my best to be impartial with each of the men, regardless of my personal opinions

Chris Redfield

Pros

Loyal

Protective

Trusting

Wants to see the best in people

Strong

Anti-capitalist

Cares deeply

Prioritizes family

Ass that you could bounce a quarter off of

Cons

Smoker

Prone to bouts of depression

Definitely has PTSD

Drinks to forget

Literally solves his problems by punching

Married to his job

Rude to waitstaff

Keeps secrets because “it’s better for you not to know”

Blames himself for things out of his control

Canonically a bit of a slob

Overall Score: 5/10 - Could do worse, but could definitely do better. High potential of being a stereotypical “straight husband”

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Albert Wesker

Pros

Rich

Attractive

Super strength

Super speed

Verified genius

Might destroy the world for you

Looks good in a leather jacket

Natural leader

One of only two RE men to canonically have sex

Cons

Violent sociopath

Might just destroy the world in general

Obsessed with power

Believes himself to be superior to all other beings

Turned himself into a giant worm monster

100% would track your phone

Withholds physical affection as a power play

Overall Score: 1/10 - At best you’ll exist as a bored but scared trophy spouse. At worst he’ll dissect you as part of an experiment

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Leon S. Kennedy

Pros

Loyal

Kind

Affectionate

Caring

Silly sense of humor

Protective

Willing to be emotionally vulnerable

Always wants to do the right thing

Soft hair

Trusting

Goes out of his way to help people

Cares deeply about his friends

Strong

Flexible

Tries to make the best of any situation

Dog lover

Drives a motorcycle

Cons

Definitely has PTSD

Prone to depression

Bordering on/alcoholic Degeneration and up

Body belongs to the US government

A little dumb

Should not be behind the wheel

Overall Score: 8/10 - Potential to be an amazing, loving husband with therapy and support, but may fall into toxic or even self-harm tendencies if left unchecked

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Carlos Oliveira

Pros

Sweet

Protective

Kind

Physically Affectionate

Supportive

Strong

Cares deeply about the people in his life

Skilled with his hands

Emotionally vulnerable

Trusting

Wants to be the best person he can be

Willing to break laws to help those he loves

Natural provider (acts of service love language 100%)

Verbally affectionate

Sense of humor

Laid back attitude

Gorgeous hair

Respects boundaries

Cons

Probably has unprocessed trauma

Will do Dumb Guy Shit™️

Trusts too quickly

Will throw himself into dangerous situations without thinking it through

Will probably make inappropriate jokes without thinking unless you tell him specifically not to

Likely wanted in multiple countries

Overall Rating: 10/10 - Literally marry this man immediately. He will be a good partner, good husband, and good father. May need reigning in occasionally, but it comes from a place of love

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Luis Serra Navarro

Pros

Always has the best intentions

Cares deeply about his friends and family

Tries to do the right thing

Sense of humor

Highly intelligent

Extremely curious

Debonair

Charming

Good dancer

Chivalrous

Book lover

Good with his hands

Cons

Doesn’t open up easily

Tends to trust the wrong people

Smoker

Doesn’t think things through

Prefers fantasy over reality

Doesn’t always keep his word

Self-serving

Unprocessed trauma

Tends to deflect

Overall Score: 5/10 - Potential to be a great partner, but would take time and patience to get there (best outsourced to a therapist)

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Jake Muller

Pros

Snarky

Literally designed after male models

Loyal

Will have your back

Affectionate once he opens up

Surprisingly good with kids

Drives a Motorcycle

Self-sacrificing

Looks amazing in black leather

Cons

Daddy issues

Self-sacrificing

Tendency to only do things that benefit him

Takes a long time to open up

Illegal drug use

Wanted by multiple governments

Would need to be forced into therapy if he went at all

Overall Score: 4/10 - German Shepherd partner vibes. Would be forever loyal to you if you broke through his walls, but only to you. Probably wouldn’t stop any (self-) destructive habits of his either

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Piers Nivans

Pros

Kind

Trusting

Loyal

Nice to waitstaff

Appreciates good food

Cares about the emotional well-being of his loved ones

Not easily deterred

Cons

Self-sacrificing

Codependent tendencies

Most likely has unresolved trauma

Hotheaded

Overall Score: 7/10 - The potential is definitely there, however - like Chris - Piers winds up with a high likelihood for being a stereotypical “straight husband,” mainly due to his upbringing in a military family

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Ethan Winters

Pros

Loyal

Trusting

Kind

Good with kids

Indestructible

Gentle

Protective

Never gives up

Would still love you if you were a worm

Not easily scared

Domestic

Creative

Good under pressure

MacGyver skills

Soft

Self-sacrificing

Cons

Mold

Bad luck

Arguably too trusting

Self-sacrificing

Thousand yard stare

Overall Score: 10/10 - Like Carlos, marry this man immediately. Second only RE man to canonically have sex and the only one to get married. Just hope you don’t have a penicillin allergy

#resident evil #biohazard #leon kennedy #chris redfield #leon s kennedy #carlos oliveira #albert wesker #ethan winters #jake muller #piers nivans #luis sera navarro #luis serra #chris resident evil #re8 village #re4 remake #resident evil 6 #re3 remake #please get these men some therapy #tw sh mention

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softtidesworld · 7 days

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#jacob seed #joseph seed #john seed #faith seed #ethan seed #far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #far cry fandom #fc5 #fcnd #far cry five #personally i would pick joseph hear me out #mf is the root of all problems here. master manipulator #took his brothers trauma and made sure he benefited from it #not to mention all the faiths he groomed to take the place of his dead wife #yucky garbage man but he’s a great villain👍🏽#ubisoft understood the assignment

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hamartia-grander · 10 months

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Resident evil games versus having the most Girl Dads in all the land

#So many girl dads. So many.#Leon Kennedy #Ethan Winters #Chris Redfield #<- those are all canon too. Vibes alone:#Luis Serra #Carlos Oliveira #Hell even fucking #Karl Heisenberg #NONE of these men would know how to raise a boy. None of them.#Resident evil #resident evil memes #Serennedy #Winterfield #wintersberg #Honourary mention to Wesker who - like Jake Peralta - SHOULD have been a girl dad but wasn't

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almondcroissantsandink · 11 months

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this DLC made me cry all my makeup off in an airbnb :’)

#rosemary winters #re #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil fanart #art #artists on tumblr #was this made for any format of social media? absolutely not :)#i've been meaning to make art for this since november when I indeed watched the dlc in my airbnb in london and absolutely SOBBED #also #like #was mia a bad mom or did she not raise rose?#she's not mentioned #chris is mentioned #and then she's scary in the form of the mannequins and rose knew nothing about ethan #so did she like not raise her or literally not mention ethan at all?#it was something that kinda kept poking me in the brain like huh #shadows of rose

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artemx746 · 4 months

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I love how absolutely obsessed I am with the Pjo mortal parents even though like half of them aren’t even characters

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #sally jackson #esperanza valdez #But like… if you pull a god how can I not be obsessed #may castellan #Special mention to Ethan’s mortal parent even though they don’t even have a confirmed gender much less a name #Also Damien white has 2 moms I don’t make the rules and shall provide no explanation

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painsandconfusion · 26 days

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Off Guard

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Thirty-eight

(tw: electrocution, escape attempt, concussion, torture, death mention, murder mention, plotting murder, handcuffs, stun gun, blood, beating, unintentional self harm (bloody knuckles)) [Previous | Masterpost | Next]

Ethan’s fingers tingled as he walked, flicking them against each other by his side to stave off the sensation as he moved down the hall.

He didn’t want to be too loud. Not tonight. The light was off in Nate’s room, so the bastard must finally be getting some half decent sleep. No reason to wake him and have the idiot trying to take over the scene. Again.

He shoved open the workshop doors, ignoring the slight grinding whine the hinges gave off - though still subconciously noting to add some kind of oil or whatever the fuck you do with hinges later. As the lights snapped on, the pitiful lump of a man in the middle of the room curled into his chains, a small sound of displeasure coming off of him.

“What, were you sleeping? I’m sorry-” Ethan stepped up to him, almost delicately pressing a foot down onto a dried slurry of blood that gashed over Crawford’s thigh.

“Hnn-stopstto-”

“Hmm… I dunno, maybe beg a little more and see if it puts me in a good mood?” The edges of his mouth seemed to shift, tugging like curtains pulled by a string on the other side of the room to coax a smile out of him.

Getting there, at least.

It was an almost completely forgotten sensation. Smiling without meaning to. It pulled an entirely different set of muscles than the simple, polite curve he gave to people he wanted to shut up or leave him alone. Different than the ruse he put on or the sarcastic toothy grin he threw in Nate’s direction in place of a verbal response. This was something different entirely. Like a little parasite had carved up inside his cheek and gnawed at the thin strands of muscle until they tightened like strings of a violin, ready for the steady screech of rosin to truly set them alight.

“Y’mdnr-”

“Hmm~?” Ethan’s foot ground in further, leaning in to see Crawford’s face as the man squished it against the cement.

Another incoherent slurry of sound pressed from the man’s throat, still curled into a ball around the spot where the shackle lashed him to the ground.

Ethan rolled his eyes, pushing off the man with a small kicking shove before crouching down and squirming his hand into the knotted ball of a man to grab his jaw. Twist him round. Hear his neck crackle with the fresh movement after nights sleeping on cement.

“Use your words,” he prompted, forefinger alone relenting the grip to taptaptap on Crawford’s jaw.

.PaiN.

Pain.

Ethan knew pain.

Close friends as they were for so many years, it was strange he found himself at a loss for its name when it reared its ugly head once more, overwhelming his mind in a single snap of blank, processing emptiness.

Ethan felt the echoing crack as his head hit the concrete, remnants of what he was finally recognizing as electricity buzzing down his twitching legs.

Some strangled growl ripped up his throat as he tried to right himself enough to grab for the man who was shoving on top of him, but his arms were slow - groggy from sleeplessness, shock and lost, aimless electrons trying to find their way underground.

He shoved at Crawford only to feel the prongs of the stun gun shoved hard into his collarbone, burning agony through the skin and crackling as if eating through the bone itself as he thrashed to shove the searing pain away.

My name is Ethan Scott. The mantra lit up the back of his skull without prompt or ask. It was just there.

It begged him to fall stoic. To sit still and take it. Be tough. Be a good b-

No.

No-

NO.

My name is Ethan Scott and you cannot break me.

He won’t sit still- he can’t. Taking it isn’t strength right now, taking it is defeat.

Crawford was the one in chains today.

Ethan’s hands scrabbled for Crawford’s arm, finally knocking the thing off of his flesh with a roaring gasp, shoving the other man off of him as best he could.

Knuckles snapped against his nose, crunching it back. Some dull part of his mind calculated that that wasn’t even half the force of Crawford’s normal blows, but it locked up his mind anyway, pushing his gaze hazy and blurred as heat snapped across his sinuses and exploded behind his eyes.

There was blood. He could taste it.

Shoving numbly, he was barely keeping up enough to track the bastard’s fingers knotting into his hair and slamming his head into the ground. Again. Again. Again-

And it stopped.

The weight lifted off of him in a blur of white and charcoal grey, sound muffling to the side.

Ethan shoved back, hand moving to his face to press against the bleeding and squeeze his eyes shut to will vision to return to him. His head was spinning, like he was about to tip over and crack against the ground again.

He shoved it back. Forced his eyes open and made them focus on the sounds and movement to his left as he shoved himself up on an elbow to squint at the unknown blur.

It took a moment to process exactly what he was seeing.

Nate was a cheerful kind of bitch. The asshole whose smirk you could never wipe off. The life of the party. Class clown. Charmer. No matter how many screams he ripped out of Ethan, he did it with a gentle, almost seductive tone, grinning, smirking, or smiling almost fondly. He’d only seen Nate angry the once. When they’d met for the second time.

But this savage blur in front of Ethan’s bleary eyes had him wondering if he was knocked into a dream. Blood splattered up Nate’s face from the sheer force of his hits as he drove his fist into Crawford’s face again and again, snapping it back and forth against the unforgiving cement. He didn’t even have to pin the man down - the welp on the floor couldn’t do anything but try to throw his arms up in front of the blows, shielding his face.

Nate didn’t seem to care. He hit them too. Silent yet somehow screaming a rage tha echoed through Ethan’s skull.

Ethan sat there for several long seconds, trying to blink away the mirage in front of him before it slowly sharperned into clarity. It was really happening.

A dull thought finally graced his addled mind. He’s going to kill him.

Immediately a panic pressed up through Ethan’s veins like acid, snapping him to attention and the closest thing to lucidity his star-studded mind could handle. He shoved up to his knees and flopped forward to tackled Nate off of the man. “St- sstop- STOP!”

Nate shoves at Ethan, trying to throw him off enough to get back to Crawford. Ethan could practically see the red smeared over Nate’s eyes as he shoved the man’s hands away, fogged body easily ignoring the nails slicing blood from his arms in their desperation to return to their proper target.

“NATE STOP.” Ethan finally just grabbed Nate’s face, forcing it toward him.

Nate’s eyes stayed on Crawford, but he did slow, chest heaving and teeth barred like some kind of animal.

“..that’s enough-!”

Nate tried to shove off the words along with his hands. “He w-”

“I get to kill him. Me. Not you. Me.”

Nate’s breath stuttered off its ragged rhythm, and his jaw set, lips pinched tight as a glare snapped to Ethan’s eyes at last.

In a surrendering kind of huff, he shoved Ethan off of him again. This time Ethan let himself roll to the side, lying with shallow, echoing breath on the ground as Nate shoved out the workshop doors at a brisk walk, sticky hand leaving a smear of blood like claw marks over the edge of the door.

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chaosites · 7 months

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CHAOS SYSTEM FRIENDLIES ROUND 1

Clara propaganda: Lovecore lesbian who is so kind and nice. she's lovely

Ethan propaganda: frog enjoyer,very silly and any pronouns user.

#clara mention #ethan mention

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rotteneldritchhorror · 5 months

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One thing I will never forget about unus annus is during the Definitely not shibari video of Ethan tying Mark “the bear” up they briefly pan to the site that they’re using and I IMMEDIATELY recognised it as a site I browsed through when I first hyperfixated on kink and found out about shibari and the proper ropes to get and proper ties

#I don’t remember what the site was called? but they were a popular seller or jute rope and had a bunch of tutorials #unus annus #markiplier #mark fischbach #ethan nestor #crankgameplays #unus anuus #mark and ethan #cw suggestive #cw kink #tw kink #only mentioned #and not really in the context of kink explicitly? but ya know #🪲

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ang3lik · 1 year

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Ethan landry x fem!reader

Something like where reader finds out Ethan is ghostface but she had been dating him for a couple months

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x fem!reader and previously implied amber freeman x reader. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: murder, angst, sexual themes, violence, blood and death. 𝐰/𝐜: 1k. 𝐚/𝐧: i decided to make this a series because it’s a lot 😭 so this is part one, part two will be out soon ! also reader is bisexual and had a previous relationship with amber freeman. i know this was supposed to be out a few days ago but i got a bit of writers block but hope you enjoy 💗

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 // 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

you and ethan had been going strong for a good six months now.

chad set you both up, him being ethan’s roommate, he had known about ethan’s small crush on you, pushing him to ask you out. anika knew you liked ethan back, but you were scared. scared to trust someone again after amber. he showed you, you could trust him.

chad had told you that he was basically harmless, very interest orientated, caring for friends, and very protective. mindy was still very cautious of him, not one to trust so easy after what had happened in woodsboro. you made a new friend out of anika, and besides sam and tara who were just happy too see you, distracted and safe again, they were yours and ethan’s number one fans.

you also made a new friend out of quinn, but she didn’t hang around as much as everyone else, always out with her other friends or boys. everything had been going fine up until the frat party. that night. where the killings begun again. you all sat on the campus benches sat between tara and ethan, his arm around your shoulder, reminding you of his current presence as mindy stood infront of you all, explaining the new rules for the "sequel to the requel" including that anyone can die, including the the newcomers and ‘legacy characters’, and that the blood and body count will be bigger than last time.

later that night, you sat in sam’s and tara’s apartment, ethan dropping you off, leaning you with a long kiss and a ‘stay safe.’ before walking off to econ. you felt uneasy without him nearby, worried for yourself and him too. sudden grunting came from quinn’s room, as you all turned to her door, mindy bursting out laughing as you all followed, tara mocking quinn’s groaning as you all continued to converse.

a loud bang caused you all to stop, the apartment silent as you watched the door again. anika got up, about to twist the door knob and open it as quinn’s bloody bod was thrown through the door and a figure walked out. you all shot up in fear, anika’s piercing scream filling your ears as ghostface stabbed her.

tara and chad ran to the front door running straight out of it, as sam picked up a knife block, whacking it over ghostfaces head as anika fell to the floor. you ran over to her, you and mindy helping her up, she panted weakly beside you as you put her arm over your shoulder, stepping over the knocked out killer on the floor and following sam into quinn’s room.

you dropped anika by mindy in the floor, sam calling you over as you helped her push quinn’s dresser behind the door. before you could fully close it, an arm shot through it, waving the knife around as it slashed at your arm, cutting through your shirt as you winced.

mindy stood infront of the dresser beside you, pushing the dresser back as far as you could, the killers strength overpowering you both, as you all screeched. sam stuck her head out the window, looking for a way to escape as danny, shouted her name across the street.

he pushed a ladder forward, shuffling it across the ledge as sam grabbed the legs, turning back as she watched you and mindy struggle by the door. mindy caught on as she pushed your forward, pointing towards sam as you took her place, she passed you a knife she has picked up, as she shakily kneeled, crawling across the ladder within two minutes.

the figure behind the door grew tired as his kicks and pushes to the door weakened. he retracted his arm, turning to find tara and chad, as mindy sighed out. she moved fast as you watched anika breathe on the floor, her hand pressed to the wound on her stomach as she looked at you, giving you a weak smile.

mindy crawled across the ladder almost as fast as sam as they all turned to look at you, screaming for you to crawl across. you ran over to anika on the floor, helping her stand as she protested, begging you to go first. you looked down at her wound, before she nodded at you, “go… i’ll be right behind you…” she spoke weakly.

you passed her the knife, kissing her clammy forehead before you climbed out onto the ledge. you looked up and forward, as you tried shuffling forwards, breathing calmly as you made it closer. danny and sam, reached out grabbing a hand of yours each as they pulled you through the window.

you sighed out in relief, feeling safer as you all watched anika, move slowly as she lighted her legs. dragging herself out the window as she sobbed. she made it just halfway, before ghostface appeared behind her, booting down the door and crashing the dresser before he stalked over to the window.

you shivered in fear as you watched anika, scream. all of you started to shout at her, ushering her to crawl across as quick as she could, but she froze in fear. ghostface snickered as he threw his knife down into the wooden ledge, taking ahold of the metal legs, as he began to shake the ladder.

anika’s screams intensified, as you and mindy cried out. ghostface twisting the ladder as she tried to hold on, slipping before her body thwacked onto a dumpster, before slamming to the pavement below. the ghostface looked down tauntingly, as mindy yelled out in horror, moving closer as you pulled her away from the ledge as she collapsed down to the floor in hysterics.

danny moved sam away from the window, her face stoic, as ghostface left the building. chad and tara returned banging on danny’s, sirens screeching as they neared your area. tara immediately checked over her sister, hugging her as she looked at, chad who held you and mindy to his chest, rubbing mindy’s back as she sobbed into his sweatshirt.

your mind quickly shot to ethan, wondering where he was and if he was safe, before you remembered, he was at econ.

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