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nightly-ruse · 1 year
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I think about the two sides of Mapleshade’s ending so much.
Like the idea of the death of her kits, murders, and own death going on the make a Queen’s Right thing is SO COOL I just eat that up (recommend bonefall’s au he did this and it’s sick)
But also the idea of either never being found out and just living her life know her kids aren’t Birchface’s but raising that way, lying to her whole new family, and still living. Is incredibly interesting. Or the idea of her running off to the farm and raising her kits there.
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normalenjoyer-png · 2 months
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coping
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eerie-candid · 11 months
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How Drayton got his first gray hair
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regular-gnome · 9 months
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Does Collector have his own mask like his siblings? Why doesn't he hear it as often as them?
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they don't like the intimidation factor of masks:p
I didn't really explain it too well. It's about distancing yourself from the situation. Archivists are on a planet to perform a task and leave. They do not believe other creatures to be on the same level so they do not need to relate to them and don't want creatures to try and relate to them. Collector on the other hand wants the connection, they want to play with titans, find new friends so chooses not to distance themself. In my previous job we had to have a whole face mask and clothing so nobody could recognise us, change the stance and the way you walk. After a while you feel a bit like a different person and become indifferent to how anyone perceives you. Thats at least the idea behind the masks:p
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dtdrawz · 4 months
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based on this post by thebad-lydrawn-sanses where killer said biting into apples in front of dream was really funny
I imagine the first time he does it with a painted apple Dream freaks out (he can't tell it's just a normal one based on aura because nightmare's there) but Nightmare's more confused than anything by Dream's outburst
(this was originally going to be a doodle for badsansuary so that's why killer's looking straight into your soul)
EDIT 4/14/2024: @thebad-lydrawn-sanses adding the tag since you said it was ok. this is a few months old by now but shgds-
killer - rahafwabas
nightmare and dream - jokublog
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nthflower · 15 days
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Negative language:
"I kidnap people who I think ungrateful to be alive and put them into torture traps"
Positive language:
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soapyghostie · 1 month
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Hey! Can I request Bubba sawyer x reader where the reader is pregnant with bubba’s child and how the family (brothers and grandpa) would react to it and what they’d do (especially if the reader had been in the family for years and all love her very much, in their own ways).
I’ve been working on this request for so long since I had to put it aside for schoolwork. However, I had sometime to finish writing it so I did so I could post it. Hope you enjoy!
Bubba Sawyer
When you first announce your pregnancy to Bubba, his face lights up with excitement and joy. He’s jumping up and down, squealing happily. He’ll give you a big hug too. The hug is not as tight as Bubba’s normal hugs are so as to not hurt the baby. But God! He’s just so excited to become a father to your child! 
Although excited, internally Bubba is hiding his nervousness about becoming a father. He wants to be able to provide for you and y’all’s unborn child, but he worries about his abilities as a parent. If you notice his nervousness through his body language, please reassure him. He needs a lot of reassurance from you that he’ll be a good father to y’all’s child. 
Bubba’s protective instincts will kick in upon learning about the pregnancy. He becomes more vigilant, ensuring your safety within the Sawyer family home. He can’t be by your side 24/7 because he has chores and provides ‘meat’ for the family so he has you stay inside the house throughout the day when victims are around. It is the safest place for you to be. 
Bubba always cherishes quiet moments with you, as it’s often chaotic in the Sawyer household, often placing his hand gently on your stomach to feel the child’s moments. 
Bubba is always at your beck-and-call, getting you whatever you want or need. Snacks? Water? Foot massage? Whatever you ask for Bubba will get it for you! He’ll make sure that you're always comfortable. He grunts and nods conveying his love and concern as his way of making sure you’re alright. 
Drayton sees the pregnancy as an opportunity to expand the Sawyer family and continue the family legacy. He’s eager to welcome another member into the fold and spoils you with his cooking a lot. You gotta feed the baby, even before it’s born, so it becomes big and strong. 
Nubbins is ecstatic about becoming an uncle. He’ll get in your face and bombard you with questions about the baby names and nursery decorations, his enthusiasm is infectious. He’ll even help decorate the baby’s room too!
ChopTop, in his usual eccentric manner, jokes about being your baby’s quirky uncle. He’ll pepper you with offbeat parenting advice, much to you and Bubba’s amusement. Don’t even listen to him. He doesn’t even know what the heck he’s talking about. 
Grandpa Sawyer, though most of the time silent, will offer you quiet words of wisdom and true parenting advice (not any of ChopTop’s bullshit), imparting lessons learned from generations of Sawyers. 
Despite their unconventional lifestyle, the Sawyer family works to create a nurturing environment for you and the unborn child. They all eagerly await the new addition and with their help you and Bubba prepare for parenthood. 
The family loves to shower you with gifts for the baby, each item reflecting each family member's unique personalities and interests. Some of them are “interesting” if I do say so myself. What I mean by that is that you are really questioning about keeping some of the gifts, especially the ones from Nubbins and ChopTop. However, you do get gifts such as handmade toys and small clothes for the baby.  
You and Bubba will bond over the anticipation of parenthood. Y’all discuss a lot about y’all’s hopes and dreams for y’all’s child as y’all lay in bed, drifting off to sleep. Y’all share your dreams about being future parents, envisioning a life filled with love and laughter even though y’all don’t have the best or the brightest life (if you know what I mean since the Sawyers are technically cannibals that are always on the run).
Y’all would also bond over preparing the nursery for the baby’s arrival. You would put up the decorations, since it’s the easiest thing to do, and Bubba will try his best to create a crib. He’s not the best at carpentry, but he knows enough to get by and make a decent and stable one. 
As y’all wait for the baby’s arrival, you and Bubba embark on a new chapter together. Despite the uncertainty of y’all’s circumstances, you both find solace in the bond y’all share and the love that binds y’all together to y’all’s peculiar family.
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the-oracles-maw · 12 days
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don't you beg for love
kinda a vent fic to console myself. Anyway, it's been a hot minute and I'm sorry about that. Finals are coming up. Also also if anyone wants to see a different dbd killer feel free to request who!
Cowboy grandpa Caleb gives you some cowboy grandpa advice.
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The Grave of Glenvale had become more of a home to you than the Entity's twisted copy of your own. You've never been to Arizona, you would reason. What young folk like yourself haven't fantasized about being a mysterious cowboy looming into a Saloon? Big, hot iron strapped to your hip, ready to clean house of bandits?
You kept telling yourself that as you made your way into the Saloon, or what was left of it. Some of the letters reading "DEAD DAWG" had been shot off, making it read more like the "D D DA G SALOON"
You were fine, you told yourself. You were curious about what the whiskey was like in the late 1800's. You were into the cowboy aesthetic.
A grumble and a cough rings out. An uncharacteristically chipper voice that did not suit whom it belonged to.
"Why, ain't you a sight for sore eyes."
You weren't fine.
If you were fine, you wouldn't have totally just perked up hearing the mangled voice of the undead bounty hunter that all but took you in when you found yourself in this warped, new world.
Caleb's genuine smile was comically lopsided, one side of his face completely, grotesquely smooshed thanks to the bullet that shattered and ripped through his jaw. If one knew any better, they'd turn tail and run from the sight.
The outlaw ran his thick fingers over the rim of the glass of fresh neat whiskey, which somehow looked drinkable. The Entity was good to her killers, that was for sure, apparently.
"What're standing there for, mo chuisle? Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I don't bite."
Trying not to drag your feet, you settle on the barstool across from Caleb, looking away from him. Already, you felt a little bit better. The sound of glass dragging across old wood makes your eyes snap up at him, Caleb holds a new glass of whiskey for you. Where it came from, you haven't a clue. The Entity had her ways, perhaps. And you didn't dare question it.
"Have some," He drawled. "Yer lookin' rough."
You paused, and look at the honey colored liquid, already anticipating the bitter, burning sting down your throat.
"Well? Go on." Caleb insisted, nudging the glass towards you.
You take the glass, and slam it back. "It ain't like them fancy rich folk pops yer used to back home. You're not meant to taste it," you remember Caleb telling you. You cough loudly as you down the drink in one gulp, still not used to the bitter burn, causing the man to laugh.
"Bah, you'l get use to it, eventually. Now, talk to me dotey," Caleb stretched, you could hear the creaking of the metal brace on his bad leg. "What's eating at you now?"
What wasn't eating at you? Compared to Caleb, and most, if not all of your cohorts, you hadn't been here very long. But, if one was keeping track the best they could, it was likely you'd been trapped here for a little over three months. You did the Entity's bidding well. You gave her fresh sacrifices. She was please and kept you healthy and strong. But still...
You felt out of place.
You struggled to connect with your fellow killers. Even the band known as the Legion, who seemed just about your age, seemed... off-put by you. The outgoing and charismatic Danny Johnson wouldn't give you a second glance. When the killers mingled about the campfire before retreating to their respective realms, you were forced to stay far away, or awkwardly follow Caleb on the rare occasion he made an appearance.
"So, I..." You began, trying to find the words. "I went out with Frank and his friends."
"Did you now?" Caleb took a swig of the whiskey. "How was that? You have fun?"
You sigh sadly. "It was... I don't know, kind of like I wasn't there. I mean, I had a good time, it was bowling but..."
"Now, lemme ask you something, mo chuisle..." Caleb's voice was uncharacteristically soft. Gentle, even as he leaned in. "Why do you even stick around Frank, huh? You ain't into 'em, and they ain't into you."
You don't have an answer to that, you just look down at the empty glass guiltily. Caleb shakes his head. On your slouched shoulder, a rough hand finds purchase.
"Hey now, you don't mind if you lend me an ear, do ya?"
Not at all.
"Look," Caleb clears his throat, scooching the barstool a little closer to you. "I know it hurts, trust me, I know. But, there's just gonna be folks out there who, for whatever God damned reason, just don't like ya. Doesn't necessarily have to be something you did."
You could tell by the tone of Caleb's voice that this was something he himself's also struggled with: Feeling out of place. An Irish immigrant, undesirable by white employers and pioneers on the western front. "And sometimes, dotey? You gotta know when to give it up."
You sigh sadly. Deep down, you know Caleb is right. Frank and the Legion will probably never see you as a friend. "I know... I... I guess I just want people to like me."
"Why, I like ya!" Caleb playfully nudges you on the shoulder, making you laugh. "But... yeah. I get it. You're still a young lil' thing. You wanna run wild with people your age."
You nod.
"Listen here now, mo chuisle, I know yer crushed," Caleb continued, "It might take a while to, 'find your people,' so to speak. Took me my whole damn life. Took me 'till my last few years to find my people." His lips rose as you both knew he was referring to the Hellshire Gang.
Caleb gently caressed your shoulder, patting it every now and then, his eyes softening. "Ya can't beg for folks to like ya, mo chuisle. It'll only hurt you in the end." A soft smile returns to his face. "And when you find your people, you won't have to beg. You know why?"
You blink, and Caleb grins. "Because the best folk'll see you the way I do, grá mo chroí."
Your eyes don't feel as stingy anymore as you smile back at him. You think you're going to leave the Legion alone for a little while, and stick by Caleb. Sure, your friendship was... unconventional, but you never had to beg for Caleb's attention. And best of all? He was delighted to have you around.
Perhaps your people, age gap be damned, was right in front of you, sharing a whiskey with you.
You wouldn't ever have to beg.
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"mo chuisle": literally "my pulse" my darling, my love
"grá mo chroí": literally "love of my heart"
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cytryndor · 10 months
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i've so many issues with the new wonka (2023) movie that i could talk about them for hours, but the thing that bugs me the most atm is the fact that willy wonka is, in my viewing, not a character, it's a position, and this movie is, well, an origin story for a character.
“You are the new Willy Wonka of course!" was said in a West End production of a musical (that lost it's soul on Broadway), which means that Charlie Bucket is Willy Wonka, which means that the musical's Willy Wonka probably wasn't named Willy Wonka, but that was the name he got from the previous Willy Wonka.
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ratpoizonz · 26 days
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i am forever a believer in the idea that lila is bob's daughter. makes for really good angst honestly
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theflirtmeister · 7 months
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epic bad luck
Mark Hoffman/Peter Strahm - NSFW - Saw Franchise
Mark’s on his back with Peter sucking hickeys into his thigh when his burner phone starts ringing.
He groans, throwing one arm over his face, and Peter laughs from where he’s in-between his legs. It’s both their days off, and Peter has decided to make it his mission to take Mark to pieces as slowly as possible. Mark’s definitely not complaining, not when he has Peter's stubble scraping against his sensitive spots and his big hands pinning him to the bed.
He continues to let the phone ring, hoping that it’s just Amanda asking where her wrench is, or Lawrence complaining about work-life balance. It's bad enough having the police phone him when he's busy, let alone a group of psychopaths with a lust for blood and vengeance. And anyway, Peter is doing something with his tongue that makes Mark want to scream
read the rest on ao3 here
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dadsinsuits · 8 months
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Martin Scorsese
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hauntedjohnny · 6 months
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i literally go insane thinking about drayton/johnny i cant imagine how insufferable my brain is going to be when nancy gets here
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literateczyscribe · 5 months
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i always wondered what was up /w grandpa being the "best killer", how the sawyers went into cannibalism and everything yk? like what do they mean by "best killer" because this could definitely go into two contexts being 1. the slaughterhouse and 2. literally a killer. what if he was just a guy under control of the working class and then after he became an old sag and the family had litr nothing aside from cooks job at the gas station they resorted to cannibalism... its so strange because it could 100% be that grandpa did kill with the boys to try get food for them or he was just a guy that worked. i mean the literal method the sawyers try to make grandpa do to kill sally AND stretch is w the hammer, how they used to kill livestock at the slaughterhouse. strange. this man could have literally been normal.
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hack-saw2004 · 5 months
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john desperately wanting to protect carlos :( refusing to call him a player and calling it "not right"
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gehtsis · 12 days
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thinking about a mewtwo and arceus interaction (since they are technically family because of mew) and it i think it could be funny if arceus just dropped the "important godly powerful ruler" act and acted all sweet to his weird labgrown cat grandson because none of his kids come visit (be it justifingly or not) and this is the one source of interaction he got in like. a thousand years or so.
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