#laurie answers

[slasherlaurie]

PLS GIVE ME ARTIST X SURVIVOR!FEM!READER THAT BEFRIENDS HER CROWS ON ACCIDENT BY SAVING ONE AFTER ANOTHER SURVIVOR HURTS IT

The reader beats tf out of the other survivor because she's VERY much against animal abuse, so after she patches the crow up and gently plops it in the nest with a little forehead kiss. Then she hunts that other survivor down for sport. But around the artist, she's all shy and sweet (aka bi panic)

Essentially they meet/get close bc of this

I love this woman. I don't know how to function around her. I have also always loved birds and befriended the crows in my neighbourhood, so when she was added to the game I short-circuited.

Thank you.

HIII yes absolutely queen 🫡🫡 i made this so the reader is a newish survivor if thats ok? i just felt it fit a lil bit more for the story but lmk if not and i’ll fix it!

warnings: minor violence, almost implied nsfw but its more just specifying the reader is female, yun-jin kicks a crow, vv long read, my shitty ass english 😭

NOT PROOFREAD/BETA READ

Carmina Mora/The Artist x Crow saviour!Reader

the trial had been going as most do, repair the generators, unhook and heal teammates, try not to be hooked yourself. you were waiting to go unhook Adam, hiding in a particular corner in the realm with the stacked cars (autohaven? you hadn’t been in the entity’s world long enough to remember), when Yun-Jin Lee came sneaking over to you. just as you had decided to sprint over and heal Adam together to get it done faster, a crow appeared seemingly out of nowhere, the small mass of black feathers cawing loudly and alerting the killer of your location. you heard Yun-Jin curse softly in Korean under her breath and then ready herself to sprint away and grab Adam, but not before giving the crow a hard kick to the side.

you were never a violent person, but in this moment you saw red. had it not been for the pained caws of the poor bird, you would’ve immediately taken chase after Yun-Jin to get the crow’s payback with murderous intent. fortunately for the poor thing, you stuck around to help, not even caring if the killer does come to attack you.

you began your approach to the creature slowly, softly trying to communicate you’re not a threat. before you were taken by the entity you had befriended and helped many crows in your neighbourhood, so this shouldn’t be hard.

“hey-shhhh its ok, im here to help you”, you whispered as you took off your jacket to wrap the poor thing in. from the looks of it, the sweet creature wasnt hurt too bad yet rage still flooded your being. its not like it has a choice after all, it just had a job to do. deciding then and there you were going to get revenge for this, you hid for the rest of the trial, making sure that your new friend was safe and comfortable with you all the way back to the campfire.

due to the strange abundance of medkits back at the survivor camp, it was easy for you to get your little pal all fixed up. it was clearly scared at first, but it quickly relaxed, forming a connection with you and feeling you were someone to trust. after a good bit of throat-tearing yelling at Yun-Jin, you took some time to think about where to bring the bird. leading to where you are now.

the eyrie of crows was not a realm you had found yourself dropped into a trial in, yet you had heard the other survivors speak of a monstrous bird woman, turned and twisted by the entity until it was hard to tell where human stopped and ink began. you’re scared, but curious too. you know your friends often exaggerate the horror of the newest arrivals in the fog, so you wonder if The Artist (as she had been assigned by the ones who had faced her most so far) is really as terrifying as you expect.

turns out, you wont have to wait long to find out.

as you finish making your way to what seems to be the main building of the sandy realm, you take a moment to stare in awe at the magnitude of the tower before checking your feathered companion is still ok. climbing over a window to get inside, you find yourself in awe once again, but for a completely different reason.

from the paintings scattered around the bottom floor, to the large messy bookshelves, it is made clear that this place does not belong in the fog. its far too cozy, too welcoming. infact, so welcoming that you dont even notice the tall, nimble figure sneaking up on you.

the only warning you receive of the killer is an angry caw before inky hands wrap around your neck and slam you into the nearest wall. as you wince in pain and surprise, The Artist turns you around to face her.

this… this cannot be the same killer that your fellow survivors had talked about. she’s so gorgeous. too pretty. as her warm, angry breath fans across your face, you feel butterflies rise in your stomach. she almost seems to be carved out of marble, perfect cheekbones and jawline complementing her sharp eyebrows and sharper gaze. as she caws again, as if to ask what you’re doing in her home (or as close as someone can get to a home in the fog), you cant help but notice how soft her lips look too, a sudden desire growing for her to paint your lips black with the ink dripping from hers. her grip tightens, and you remember why youre here.

“i h-have a crow. was injured,” you barely manage to wince out against her tight grip, while softly taking your small buddy from your makeshift carrying sling, “h-here.”

you seem to have made the right decision bringing your companion here, as The Artist’s eyes immediately soften upon reaching your hands. letting go of your neck, she trails her hands down to yours in a way that immediately brings back those pesky butterflies, but you focus on your feathered friend.

cawing affectionately, The Artist softly takes the bird from your hands into hers, making her way upstairs. she doesn’t get too far though, because when your buddy realizes you aren’t following, it immediately starts cawing and flapping its wings in your direction in a panic. confused, The Artist pauses, holding the bird up the stairs and then back down towards you, then repeating as if confused. she coos to the bird quietly and it responds like they’re whispering to each other, and after a bit of back and forth, The Artist turns and gestures for you to follow her up the stairs. you walk behind her slightly, not completely able to keep up with her long, pale legs covered by her swaying dress and- “no. not the time,” you think to yourself, face reddening.

so enamoured and distracted by the presence of The Artist, you hardly notice the large crow’s nest in front of you. however, a sudden inky hand to your torso prevents you from colliding with it, almost making you jump in the best way with how dangerously close her fingertips are to your breasts. removing her hand much too quickly, The Artist beckons another crow over, as if telling it to take care of the new addition to the group. you pat your friend on the head on more time, wishing it luck and promising to see it again, and then its off with the others.

already missing your feathered buddy, you turn to find The Artist staring at you, reading you. her beautiful black eyes are so sharp, yet the anger from just before has faded, replaced with something softer. cawing once, she takes your hand in hers and leads you to the balcony on the same floor. amidst becoming a mess over the feel of her hand wrapping yours so perfectly, so fittingly, you worry for a moment that she’s taking you out here to push you over the edge (though she doesnt seem like she’d do that from what you’ve learned so far). yet, you are soon proven wrong as you round a corner and are met with a painting clearly belonging to the woman who had done all the ones downstairs, the same woman who is now weaving her ink fingers between yours and reaching for the bottom of the canvas with her other hand. she wants your opinion?

“its lovely! youre very skil-“

you’re cut off by a hard shake of her head. The Artist is pointing at something more clearly now: small letters at the bottom left of the canvas, hardly even noticeable if not pointed out. leaning in to read properly, you softly gasp when you realize. its a name. no, its her name. The Artist’s.

Carmina Mora.

“Carmina… that’s so-“ you have so many words to describe, all positive, yet you settle on “-gorgeous.”

turning away so she doesnt see the growing blush on your face (and luckily for Carmina, so you miss her red tinged cheeks at your compliment), you introduce yourself in return and offer your hand out to shake. only for Carmina to take it with both of hers, and hold it to the middle of her chest while nodding her head. a thank you.

“god,” you think to yourself, “im so gay”

the two of you then spend the next few hours or so together, getting to know each other. you get along so well, so naturally, that you wonder to yourself if you were destined to meet outside the fog as well, if you had not been taken. Carmina is so drawn to you, unexpectedly comfortable around you in a way she’s never been with anyone she’s known. you both soak up each other’s presence so much you hardly even notice the sun beginning to set.

you dont want to leave, yet you know the other survivors would endanger themselves and go looking for you if you dont get back before nighttime, and you cant risk that (though you wouldnt mind if Yun-Jin went missing). wishing Carmina goodbye, you begin to walk away slowly, needing to spend as much time with her as possible. however, you dont get very far before pale ink arms are wrapping around your waist and a warm chest is pressing into your back. Carmina coos into your ear, as if asking you to come back soon, and of course, you will. you promise.

relieved to know she’ll see you again, Carmina lets you go and watches you until the fog consumes your figure. you’re a welcome surprise to her, she had never expected to meet someone in her new home that she’d tolerate, let alone enjoy the company of. the other killers were loud and cruel, and the survivors were awful and often obnoxious. except you. you’re different, you understand.

making up her mind, Carmina decides she will send crows for you soon, make sure you visit quickly. you’ve caught her attention, and she has a strange feeling like this was meant to be 🖤

#dbd x reader #carmina mora x reader #the artist x reader #dbd imagines #dbd x you #dbd killers x reader #dead by daylight x reader #to clarify i LOVE yun-jin i just could not imagine any other survivor kicking or harming a crow 😭 #laurie answers

[itsjaywalkers]

heyyyy um. whatcha writing :-)

REN HI <3 i'm writing my long fic about sirius and james being ghost hunters and going to reg's house to record an ep for their show bc it's supposed to be haunted (this is the first time sirius and reg are seeing each other in . a decade). it was supposed to be a silly fun fic but it's turning out to be a lot angstier than intended.. i'm currently working on the outline tho bc i'm almost caught up with it and i don't wanna get writers' block while writing so. i'm trying to finish it.

i'm also writing a little jegulus one-shot that started with me simply wanting to write a scene of james going to pick reg up from school + him acting all overprotective with reg and ended up evolving into something unnecessarily long bc i don't know how to shut up!! but i only work on this one when i get overwhelmed with my long fic or i'm in the mood for something more dumb + lighthearted <3

thank u for asking it made me happy AND it gave me the excuse to . procrastinate . which is always welcome <333

#ren i appreciate u so much for indulging me #u single-handedly saved my saturday night.. #fic: making ghosts #laurie answers #ren tag

[avocadoraisin]

Omg if you could plz draw lil bean Michael Myers and Laurie Strodes id cry happy tears and it would make my week 100x better.

THIS MADE ME REALIZE I NEVER GAVE LAURIE THE STUPID LITTLE BEAN TREATMENT????

here u go :)

#laurie strode #michael myers #halloween #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher fanart #slasher movies #halloween 1978 #halloween 2018 #drawing #jenna answers

[saphushia]

i swear to fucking god saph i will get my revenge for this one WHY WOULD YOU PUT THAT IN THE TAGS. and fuck you i was at the dentist. and i think he thinks i'm insane now.

if it makes u feel any better i think the sight is causing similar damage to some of the other hermits <3

(context)

#mumbo thought process rn: 'oh my goodness' #everyone thank laurie for inadvertantly causing ethubs co-op pissing 2 by desperately trying to convince me to Not Do That #mumbo jumbo #suggestive #particularly if you haven't seen what this is in reference to sdufbgskdjfg #art #hermitcrap #fanart #yes they were doing that in a public restroom btw. if that helps <3 #answers #oh-snapperss

[nocturnalazure]

#ts3 #sims 3 #sims 3 story #tteot story #anh wong #laurie golzine #<3 #answer is: very much #and yes laurie does look young when he's not busy being way too mature #same ageless face as his father btw

[joandfriedrich]

What do you think would be the gossip about the March family and when Amy and Laurie returned married. They already commented on Meg and Laurie.

People would no doubt talk about how the March family are gold diggers, just as they had when the possibility of Meg and Laurie being a couple. They wait to see how Amy will use the Laurence's money, certain she will spend it on dresses, jewels, other finery, but Amy shows her generous side by donating to charities, teaching others how to paint and helps her sister Jo to fund her school.

They would no doubt, question why they eloped in Europe rather than wait to be married at home. Maybe that is how the March girl captured the Laurence boy, she trapped him with a baby, because there is no other reason why the Laurence boy would ever marry the March girl. They wait to see if Amy is showing, and then the gossip dies down when they realize that Amy is nowhere near pregnant until a few years into their marriage.

The gossip eventually stop once they see how the perfect lady the new Mrs. Laurence is that they can't help but to like and admire her for her achievements.

#answered asks #little women #amy march #theodore laurence #amy x laurie #amy and laurie

[renaultphile]

That Bunny car scene

Hi there @telltaleangelina I just wanted to think a bit more about the scene with Bunny and Laurie in the car scene on the back of your ask/answer.

I think you really got to the heart of it with that line ‘the practiced inflection’.  Laurie uses his intuition a lot (sometimes without even being sure what he is picking up) and it’s just such a creepy line, indicating how Bunny seamlessly adopts that tone.  Although I suppose there is an analogue with Ralph giving Bunny ‘the straight look’ for the first time back at the flat.

It suddenly occurred to me that cars are so symbolic of male power at that time, and it evokes that horrible trope of men taking women out and expecting some kind of ‘payment’.  I wonder if Bunny is just so cynical that he assumes Laurie is paying Ralph back in kind for the lift, and decides he wants a piece of the action.  Or he thinks Ralph is being ridiculously gentlemanly about Laurie and wants to bring him down to his level.

I realised the scene provides a contrast to the earlier car scene with Ralph.  I know we love the little knee touch in the 1953 version when they are parked up at the scenic spot, but to me, she took that out for a reason in the 1959.  It shows the high level of tension (not just sexual!) between them and the way both of them are being hyper-vigilant – Ralph trying very hard to judge the moment with Laurie, and Laurie trying very hard to be respectful of the fact that Ralph has a boyfriend.  And also, Laurie sits in silence to avoid attracting Ralph’s anger when he hits the traffic.  And he is so uncomfortable with being dependent on Ralph – the number of times he tries to leave the party to get the bus, and he tries it again at Bunny’s.

I also realised that it almost doesn’t matter whether Bunny would have followed through with his threat or not.  It just conjures up the horrible thought that he is used to getting what he wants, and most of the time, people don’t stand up to him.  So perhaps this is a neat way to show Laurie’s strength of character in a crisis.

The other thing that is quite disturbing, if not surprising, though, is that Laurie then plays it down with Ralph.  Partly because he fears not being believed (a bit like Alec silently taking the blame for Bunny’s gossip for a quiet life), and partly to spare Ralph’s feelings.  I realised he would be very influenced as well by the ‘no snitch’ rule in school, where telling on another boy would be considered worse than the original offence.  But it is cowardly too.  I wonder if his anger on the staircase is partly fueled by his frustration at being put in that situation, the suggestion that Ralph is so inured to that kind of behaviour that he doesn’t even notice any more.  And in a way Ralph is responsible, because even if Bunny spiked his drink, he still chose alcohol over tea.  But Laurie is also too passive.  In the end Ralph ends it with Bunny without knowing for sure what he did.  Unless he knows because Bunny has form.  In which case why is he with someone like that?  Either way, Laurie’s horrible accusations on the staircase have the ring of truth.

And finally I can’t go without mentioning that other linked car scene – Ralph kissing Laurie on the first night at the party (very heavy hint anyway) when he is dreaming about his mother kissing him!!  And Ralph sitting there having a cigarette while he waits for Laurie to wake up is so sweet.

#the charioteer #ralph lanyon #bunny #laurie odell #TC Asks #Thank you again for answering my ask!!

[anxiousnerdwritings]

I'm sorry can I be weird about platonic Yandere watchmen on main rn? I just think they would be so complicated and toxic and shit but they would tear each other apart for their kids attention. Rorschach would stalk and hunt down anyone who would hurt you. Dan would try so hard to be a normal father figure but he's just so paranoid all of the time? Laurie would try to get you out of being a hero so bad. Adrian would try his hardest to be a beacon of normalcy from the rest. Dr. Manhattan is y'know

I want to say that the Watchmen would be much more toxic towards each other but try for the most part to be pretty good for their kiddo. Neither party thinks the others are anywhere capable of being what their kid needs, each member being a hypocrite in their own right. At first, I could see Dan being the one to persuade everyone to come together and be a family that their darling needs only for that to really be what tears the group apart. It’s Dan, Laurie and Adrian who are the ones who really try and even then Adrian isn’t completely trying. To be honest he would much rather prefer not having this little so called family dynamic thing going on and has his own plans to help make it come to an end. Eventually it’s pretty glaringly obvious that this just isn’t going to work. Everyone has such different ways they want to go about bringing their bby up and their own version of what a family should or shouldn’t be that they all come to a begrudging agreement to co-parent individually, resulting in their obsession being pulled every which way like a crude game of tug of war.

Daniel especially seems to be the one who is really honestly trying to be a typical father figure. He really wants to give his bby the best, not just that but he wants to be the best for them. But he can’t turn off his paranoia, he can’t help but be overwhelmed by the many terrible thoughts and worries that cloud his mind when it comes to his bby’s safety and overall wellbeing. With his constant paranoia and need to protect his bby at all costs, Dan would grow to become smothering towards his darling. He knows they need their space, he knows he shouldn’t be hovering over them as much as he does but he can’t help it. He’s well aware that his actions could very well push his bby away from him and that thought alone scares the hell out of him but he can’t say he doesn’t understand it. Dan wouldn’t blame his kid for wanting some space and as much as he wants to give it to them he can’t bring himself to. At least not completely.

Rorschach comes off more as not being too involved, he’s more hands off than the others but that doesn’t mean he does know what’s going on with their darling. On the contrary, Rorschach is very much aware of everything going on with and around his kid. He keeps a very close eye on them, watching and taking notes of everything happening. It isn’t too often that Rorschach actually physically interacts with his kid but he does keep an excruciatingly close eye on them and protects them from anything he views as a threat. The most interaction Rorschach has with his kiddo is if they were a hero or trying to take on becoming a vigilante, then he would be more inclined to take on more of a mentor role for them in his own way.

Laurie, similar to Dan, tries hard to be the epitome of a good/perfect parent. She wants to be the one her bby can depend on for anything, the first person they run to when they need absolutely anything. She wants to be the one to comfort and love them, she knows she’s the only one who can truly give them that. She wouldn’t be nearly as paranoid as Dan is but she is very much worried about her darling’s safety. Especially if they were in fact a hero/vigilante themself. She would be extremely incessant when it came to trying to get her darling to give it up. She can’t fathom anything happening to them, especially without her being there to prevent it. She would of course seek advice from her own mother about what to do and how to go about things without causing her darling to pull away from her. Of course her greatest fear is anything happening to her darling at all but her second biggest fear was having her darling hate her. She didn’t want that, she couldn’t possibly bear it.

Adrian would try to give their darling more of a semblance of normalcy to a degree but he mostly just spoils the absolute hell out of them. He wants to make it very clear who the better parent is out of the Watchmen and it’s him. He proves just how much he can give and provide his bby. Anything they wanted, Adrian could give them easily. Out of all the Watchmen, Adrian is the most cunning and willing to sabotage his fellow Watchmen when it comes to gaining the favor of their darling. He’s not nearly as fearful of having his darling hate him, of course it would bother him but he knows he’s doing what’s best for them. Even if that means keeping them locked up against their will in his own personal oasis. But that wouldn’t be the first thing he does, no, he would work up to that later on. Baby steps after all. Adrian wouldn’t necessarily be accepting of his darling being a hero/vigilante but he would come off far more supportive and encouraging of it then he actually is. He’d even go as far as to give his bby the best tech needed to ensure their safety and help them with their heroic endeavors. But really, Adrian wants nothing more than for his bby to not be involved with crime fighting whatsoever. Maybe it’s him using reverse psychology on them or just him biding his time and trying to play himself off as such so that he’s seen as the more accepting and better Watchmen in his bby’s eyes because of it. Either way, Adrian would devise a plan to get his darling to stop crime fighting one way or another, whether by their own accord or he has to force their hand into doing so. Adrian wouldn’t be too opposed to formulating a plan to do just that even if it meant traumatizing and even scarring his darling in the process so long as it worked out in his favor. And of course he would come to save the day at just the right moment, further proving to the Reader just who exactly is the most dependable and caring parent out of the Watchmen.

Jon could very easily take the darling away from the other Watchmen members if he so wanted and he would. In the beginning he decides to go along with the whole family dynamic thing and sharing of their darling. For a while it’s alright and he could tolerate the others being so involved with his kid but when everything falls apart and the fighting starts up even worse then before, Jon would feel the need to take the darling away from the situation. When the prospect of co-parenting comes up, Jon doesn’t really want to take part in it. He knows a repeat of before is bound to happen and he doesn’t want his darling forced into the middle of it all. But reluctantly he would agree if only to oversee the other members’ interactions with his bby. It doesn’t take long for him to regret having not taken his darling after the first time. Sure things aren’t necessarily bad but they aren’t what their kid deserves either. It isn’t until the other Watchmen are at each other’s throats again when Jon decides enough is enough and takes the darling away right before everyone’s eyes. And he takes them far, far away. From everything unworthy of so much as being near his bby. He knows the others will come looking for them, they already started the second he up and left with their kid but he also knows it’ll take them awhile to find exactly where they are. Until then he has plenty of time with his bby all to himself.

#anxious answers #yandere nite owl #yandere rorschach #yandere silk spectre #yandere ozymandias #yandere dr manhattan #yandere laurie jupiter #yandere jon osterman #yandere dan dreiberg #yandere adrian veidt #yandere watchmen #yandere watchmen concept #yandere dc concept #yandere concept

[reapersbayif]

By the time MC reclaim their throne how would the ROs react if they found the looking perplexed at their throne and if they ask them what wrong MC tell them that their something missing in throne and ask the ROs to sit on to it so they could get a better picture and when they do MC immediately sat on their lap and tells them that their the missing piece 

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[NSFW BELOW THE CUT]

Mari

Their hands fall down to grip your hips the second you sit upon their lap, pulling you close until you’re flattened against them chest to chest.

Their breath tickles your skin as they kiss up the column of your throat, enjoying the way your breath hitches.

“I always fancied getting myself a throne,” They practically purr, “I suppose being yours works just as well.”

Your hips buck as their hand moves lower, their mouth is on yours, and then you’re lost. Their tongue has always been tricky, and now it is more so than ever.

“Mari…” You whimper, “Mari-!”

“Say my name again. Scream it.” The whisper, greedy and consuming as they pull back to look at you, “Go on, I want to hear your song, little lark.”

Eli

They raise an eyebrow, eyes dark, “Is that grand door over there locked?”

“No,” Your voice is breathy as they lean forward and pull you closer, trailing a finger along your jaw.

“Good.” They say simply, a hand gripping your hair just enough to string and pulling your head back.

Eli has always been good at putting on the perfect, noble facade for those looking in. You know better, as their hands trail up and down your sides and their teeth leave marks that you’re sure will bruise.

“Eli, please.” You groan, pressing your forehead against the sweat slick skin on their shoulder.

“Come on now, sweetling.” They tease gently with a smile, “We have all night. What a way to anoint your throne, hm?”

Finn

Their cheeks flush with dark color, barely noticeable against the dark of their skin. Eyes flutter open and closed with their nerves, their gaze meeting yours with hesitance.

“I shouldn’t be-“ They begin, but you quiet them with a kiss.

“You should be wherever I want you.” You correct, “And right now, I want you here.”

The swallow hard, breathing fast and heavy as if they’d sprinted the length of the castle.

“Now, where do you want me?” You tilt your head slightly.

Their eyes darken at the question, hands grabbing at your waist as you scoot closer. They meet you halfway with a kiss, far more burning and all consuming than an outsider might expect of Finn.

You’re no outsider. You know better. You knew better when you saw them with their father’s blood slicking their hands.

Jay

Their smile is dark and full of promises as you plant yourself on their lap. Their hand brushes your cheek gently and you chase the touch, leaning forward until your faces are only inches apart.

“What do you want?” They ask coyly, eyes half lidded as if they see right through you.

“Touch me.” You say, “Touch me-“

“Beg.” Their voice is that same quiet tone, alluring and scorching, “Make it pretty, love.”

“Please,” You give in, their scarred fingers dancing across your skin, “Please.”

The words fall from you like a mantra, and you can tell they’re pleased from the glint in their eyes.

These are hands that have killed, hands that have done worse. Yet the only thing they destroy now is your sanity as they move past clothing and edge you closer and closer to a different kind of death.

Niy

“Don’t you paint a pretty picture?” They ask, a smile curling their lips as their hands slide under your shirt and rub circles along the top of your hip.

You wiggle under the touch, mouth dry as they lean closer and closer. Your noses nearly brush, their hair falling in their eyes as their eyes take you in like a miracle to behold.

You reach a hand up gently, brushing the hair behind their ear, and their expression fractures at the gentle touch. Their hands are on your face, pulling you in fiercely and claiming your lips like their own.

“Oh, my peerless joy.” They pull back with a sigh only to rest their forehead against your own, “See what you do to me?”

Their breathing is labored, the warmth washing over you as you squirm in their hold. Their hand once more dips beneath your clothing, only this time their destination is lower than your hip.

Adri

“Mm, not the typical use of the throne.” A smile lingers on their lips as their eyes slowly drag up and down your form, “But one I could quickly become fond of.”

“Getting ideas for your own?” You ask as they grab you by the hips and drag you closer in a smooth movement.

They lean back, apparently enjoying the view, freckled skin blushed and warm, “That I am, dearest. Tell me, would you want me on your lap? Or perhaps brought to heel at your feet?”

Their hands grip your thighs as you groan at the image, a curious smile curling their lips. Their grips tightens as they crush you in a kiss, and you think fleetingly that you might combust.

“That’s it,” They encourage as you gasp, rocking closer as their hand climbs up your thigh, “Look at you, dearest, doing such a good job. Falling apart, aren’t you? The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

They have you in their grip, in more ways than one currently, and you have little desire to escape.

Kai

Dark eyes gaze up you as you drop onto their lap, their hands finding your hips in a practiced motion. They liked to grip you there, you knew.

“So this is how it is?” They question, face soft with desire, “Dear heart, you need only ask.”

“Then this is me asking.” You say simply.

“For what?” Their voice dips lower, lips brushing your jaw, “Be specific. Tell me you want me to take you apart, right here and now, on your own throne.”

“Take me apart,” You gasp, “Wreck me.”

“Gladly.”

It’s all you get before they reel you in and their lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, their touch roaming and caressing.

Kai always touches you like that, like a disciple who’s worshiping. You melt under the attention as they bring you undone before piecing you back together with devoted hands.

Mica

The hammering of their pulse is all too obvious as you roam a hand over their chest. They catch it before it can go too far, turning it in their grasp and pressing a kiss to your wrist.

Their mouth trails up your arm before they abandon the endeavor and pull you in to seize your lips.

They tangle their fingers in your hair, longing for more. They plead without having to say a word, their motions telling the story of their hunger. You give in, scooting closer as your lips part and allow them entrance.

One of their hands trail down behind you to press against the small of your back.

Your hips buck, seeking friction, and they surrender whole heartedly to your need. They lean further back, allowing you better access as you climb further atop them.

“Please, love.” They plead, breathless, speech slurred under the pleasure.

“Whatever you want,” You say in return, watching their face twitch in hopeless desperation.

“You,” They breath out, “All of you, always.”

So you give yourself to them. Like always.

Laurie

Xe’s grin is as filthy as you’ve come to expect whenever xe can xir hands on you. Xe leans back, amber eyes trailing across your exposed skin.

“So needy, dear crown. Tell me, has your head become too heavy already?” Xe’s hands gently stroke your cheek before reaching up and tugging you gently closer, “I imagine the old thing is quite uncomfortable.”

“Laurie,” You groan, “Please-“

“Greedy today,” Xe hums, “Lucky I take no issue with it. What do you want?”

“Just you,” You plead, “I want you, please, Laurie.”

Laurie freezes for a moment as if facing down the barrel of a gun. With just a few words, all of the posturing and confidence is gone.

You reach forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of xir mouth.

“Just you,” You whisper again.

“You make things so difficult,” Xe says, achingly tender despite xir words.

“Because I love you?” You grin, enjoying the way xe flusters.

“Because you love me.” Xe echoes, “No one has done it quite so well before, if at all.”

Tavi

“Never imagined myself on a throne, I have to say.” Their smile widens, “Also never imagined being used as one.”

“First time for everything, hm?” You raise an eyebrow, planting your hands on their thighs as you lean forward.

“First of many,” They agree, pulling you into a slow and consuming kiss.

They’ve accepted affection with ready hands and hungry eyes since the first time you touched them. It’s as if a fire had been lit all that time ago and was never put out; now it burned for you, craved your attention.

They’re practically laying across the throne as shirts are discarded and skin is laid bare. The dark expanse of their chest is revealed to you, scars adorning them like stars do the night sky.

You must admit, this is far preferable to any other way of sitting the throne. Certainly more pleasurable, you think as hips grind together and mouths meet in a familiar dance.

Leonie

She must see the want in your eyes because she beckons you closer, pulling you in as you sit upon her lap.

The soft silk of her night shift rubs against your arms as you grasp for her. Her hands are firmly gripping your hips as she enters your space, her lips only a breath away from yours.

When the two of you had began this foray into a relationship, she’d been hesitant. Her affection was hard won, as she’d never had anyone to give it to before and saw no reason to start now.

You showed her you could make things good, though. She showed you the exact same in return.

“My love, you’re always so eager.” She smiles, “You would take whatever I deign to give you, hm? You’d do so happily and then ask for more.”

You suck in a breath as her nails scratch gently at your skin, wriggling in her lap as her other hand grips your thigh.

She moves with a deceptively sweet smile, her fingers grasping and circling. She catches each sound you make with her own mouth, all consuming as she takes you to that edge over and over.

Striker

His eyes are blown wide the moment you sit yourself on his lap. He swallows, breath rough as he steadies you by the hips while you wiggle closer.

“Hinting at something, sunshine?” He asks, his gaze more than enough to light a fire in the pit of your stomach.

You answer him with a kiss, and he wraps his arms around you to pull you further into him. He kisses like a drowning man seeking air, like a dying man chasing life.

“How easy,” He breaths out as you part, “You are to need. To want.”

“And you to love.” You counter, watching his soften impossibly as he thumbs at the him of your shirt.

“And you to love,” He repeats the words like a promise, like an oath.

His hands, so deadly and steady, are only used now to tear you asunder. They hold you, scarred and gentle, as you shake apart atop him. His lips find yours again and again as he joins you in tumbling over the edge, the sight ever a beautiful one to witness.

???

Their hand brushes their hair back, eyes half lidded as they watch you sit yourself upon them.

“You make a fool of the sun,” They say softly, eyes gentle as they watch you get comfortable.

“Silver tongued as ever.” You say in response, back arching as they grip you at the waist and pull you closer.

“I might have said things that people loathed hearing, but I’ve never once lied.” They brush their thumb across your lips, “Silver tongued I may be, but I speak only the truth.”

You cannot respond as they claim your mouth like so many times before. They’re wanting and hungry and desperate as if you’ll disappear the moment they let you go.

Your hands grip their shoulders and their own roam over your body like something to be rediscovered each time they get the chance.

Blood has stained you both, yet you know only peace in their grasp. Destruction is in their nature yet you do not fear it. After all, they tore the world apart for you once and would happily do so again.

#reapersbayif #answered asks #mari de klerk #eli santos #finn merandis #jay abbas #niy kumar #adri van herten #kai martens #mica fevre #laurie visser #tavi donati #leonie merandis #striker #???

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Sorry but I don't agree, Laurie is a selfish and terrible person. An entertaining character yes, but a redeemable person? No, not really. She is constantly mean and snarky to Eric and everyone for no reason, blatantly takes advantage of her dad and his love and repeatedly goes after men in relationships just to wreck them for shits and giggles. I don't even want to go into what she did to Kelso because that's evil. She deserves to be called out on that. I also hate that the go-to insult for women on this show is her sexuality, but again we need to remember this was a different time and in this case it is not inaccurate (unlike cases such as Anette or the girl that works in the movie theater).

"but Kelso also... but Jackie also..." keep in mind Jackie and Kelso are not always treated as sympathetic and likeable characters. Kelso is a semi-villain in season 2 and gets called a "horndog" or "dirty dog" by the other characters and called out for his cheating by Donna and Hyde. Jackie in seasons 1 and 2 is someone the gang barely tolerates and when they start in the end of season 2 it's only because Laurie is even worse. Whereas Jackie seems to have some humanity and kindness, Laurie seems empty and cruel (except that brief moment in season 5).

Yes Laurie is entertaining and I do love her one-liners, her style and her sass, but no I cannot seriously defend her

Well that’s your opinion and I respect that but I don’t agree either. Laurie has done horrible things but unlike Jackie, she was never given a chance to grow and be better. Same thing, Kelso was called out but he was allowed to have that growth arc. But Laurie never got a chance.

“She is constantly mean to Eric.” And Eric was mean to her too. Siblings arguing and being mean to one another is normal. It was reciprocal. Eric gave it as good as he got.

And yes, she has done mean things to some people in the gang, like Jackie. But that doesn’t mean she deserves to be slut shamed. Especially not by Hyde and Donna, who are supposedly for women’s rights.

Also it being the 70s doesn’t mean it’s a free pass for her sexuality to be insulted or that that shouldn’t be called out.

It’s fine if you don’t agree. I respect your opinion, but I don’t agree either and this is my opinion. So it’s probably just best to call it a day and move on 🤷‍♀️.

#answered #love-geeky-fangirl #t7s #laurie forman defense squad

[slasherlaurie]

Hiii hello I saw that you were going to write for the Skull Merchant! If it's okay, could I request some headcanons or writings? SFW or NSFW, whatever is fine, we appreciate any and all content!

ofc love! this post is like a fic but written in dot points so pls forgive me for the weird format 😭 also i've divided this into two parts because it got way too long in one post, the second part will be posted sometime later in the week <33

warnings: typical Adriana behavior, unexpected makeout, nothing much else!

When The Skull Merchant arrived in the fog, she quickly found you were the only survivor who provided her with a real challenge. She immediately took a liking to you.

In trials together, she won’t even think about chasing you until all of your teammates are dead, then she lets the real chase begin. Until you die or escape, you’re stuck in the killer’s personal game of cat and mouse.

This goes on for months, coming to a climax in one trial where your allies are long dead, yet you’ve managed to avoid your pursuer so far. She’s getting frustrated, and it shows in the way she slams lockers harder than usual while searching for you.

You feel the tension in the air before you see the source, and she’s finally reaching your hiding spot. As The Skull Merchant opens the locker next to yours, you leap out and vault the window of the small building (known by fellow survivors as “The Killer Shack”).

She chases you around the building a few times, missing swings she’d normally hit because of how pent up you have her. Despite knowing she’s gonna be rough when she catches you, you slow down to let her get a hit. After all, it’s not like you don’t enjoy the special treatment the killer gives you.

However, instead of the familiar searing pain that comes from The Skull Merchant’s weapon putting you in the dying state, you receive a harsh shove that makes you fall down into the corner of the shack.

You turn your bleeding body around, expecting to meet a slow and painful death, but before you know what’s happening the killer’s weapon is stabbed into the wall next to your head and her lips are on yours.

You freeze up for a second or two, not expecting the action. Not that you’re upset by it, but doesn’t she want to kill you after eluding her for so long this trial? Noticing your stiffness, The Skull Merchant bites down hard on your bottom lip, pulling away and chuckling when it draws the desired yelp from you.

As she scans your face with her light eyes, you get a moment to take in the sight of her unmasked face. You knew the Skull Merchant was attractive already, but being this close to her for the first time is making your heart flutter and face heat up. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by another kiss, one much less rough but just as passionate as the first. One you find yourself leaning into.

As you feel the killer’s hands wrap around your wrists, moving to pin them above your head, a distant grumble and shake of the ground interrupts the two of you. The Entity reminding you this is a trial, and the time left for you to escape is drawing shorter.

Sighing, the Skull Merchant stands and picks you up, lifting you over her shoulder the same way she has so many times before. This time though, she’s holding you tighter around your waist, walking slower as if to prolong your time together. The familiar cold breeze of the hatch approaches, and the killer drops you right next to the dark void.

She nods once, as if to say “go, before I change my mind”, and you’re about to crawl through your escape before turning to face her again.

“Thanks, uh…”

“Adriana. Now go.”

And you do as she says, but not before giving her a shy smile which she returns with a smirk. You're excited for the next time the two of you meet, which happens to be a lot sooner than you'd expected...

#this is NOT edited or proofread i am so sorry pls forgive any mistakes 💀 #dbd x reader #dbd killers x reader #the skull merchant x reader #adriana imai x reader #skull merchant x reader #laurie answers

[itsjaywalkers]

hey saw ur anxious. so, im sending u love and a boat load of chamomile tea and ur reminder that you’re good enough exactly as you are :)

i might be. tearing up. thank u so so so much anon <333 just received ur love and the boat full of chamomile tea!! it’s exactly what i needed <3 and the reminder is very much appreciated!! this has to be the sweetest ask i’ve ever gotten i’m pretty sure i’m about to melt into a puddle..

#thank you again <3 #really #it made my whole night #laurie answers

[oh-snapperss]

oh god it got gayer. haha etho now RENS taking off YOUR armor. in the most HOMOEROTIC WAY POSSIBLE

etho can try to say that hes not crushing on ren but the only one hes fooling is himself, but sir. can you at least. not ignore poisoned stab wounds. yes you took it so ren wouldnt have to but REN DOESNT WANT YOU DEAD EITHER

i loved this whole chapter so so much. etho learning (trying at least) to let himself be vulnerable with ren, ren taking care of his injured crush second in command etho, etho at the very end realizing hes going to have to put his armor on in front of ren in the morning,,

i alternated between going "aww, theyre adorable", "these fucking idiots", and cackling madly the whole time i was reading. I am so incredibly excited for the next chapter

great work! (@hitheeprithee :D)

YEAHHHHH listen this entire fic did start off with me stumbling into my discord channel in a server and going guys guys guys. rentho knights and armor removal. so we HAD to have it go both ways yknow!!

Etho taking that poisoned dagger was SO important to his character. There's a line I think about in line with it from the first chapter:

Sixty steps left. Etho will die for his king one day. This is a fact of life he has known since he was merely a page, and a part of his soul that he’ll never abandon. He’ll die for his king, and do it with grace. 

I think to Etho, taking that dagger wasn't even a question. We see it in his mindset from the start--he will die for his king one day, and to him his duties and care for the king supercedes his own needs, even to the point of not going for a medic immediately for help. It also plays into him trying so desperately to keep those walls and invulnerability up, because if those walls go down... he's less than Ren's hand, or the soldier who will die protecting his king.

In reality he's more than that, of course, but that's just his thinking.

As far as the armor in the morning goes... ehehe. Idk idk i think that it's a little mortifying for Etho to think about. Not only is he gonna walk past all the soldiers without his armor, they're ALL gonna know it's in the king's tent, which really adds to that feeling of vulnerability and weakness that Etho just HATES in this fic.

thanks so much for the ask EEEEE it really made my day:D i'm gonna tag @hitheeprithee to make sure xey see this cause i have no idea how tags within an ask work LMAOOOO

#i have . way too many thoughts can you tell #i had to wait to answer this until i was able to write a fucking analysis whoops #laurie thoughts #varteeny1234 #rentho #trafficshipping

[saphushia]

Why.

#laurie is gonna be so stoked on me #answers #anonymous

[nocturnalazure]

#ts3 #sims 3 #sims 3 story #tteot story #laurie arc #erik zay #carmen benavides #gloria deville #erik is an endless source of fun xD #bet you never knew you wanted to see him in a crop top xD #and now i've answered your unspoken need xD

[setacin]

Love watching everyone find out who you are even though I found out immediatley bc I was on your blog this morning and it reloaded to a new name and pfp aslefjhkj

also get booped, idiot

this just in: the true antics defense is to camp out on my blog for any strange changes BDSFGSDF

o7 king ill get you next time /silly

#laurie thoughts #unreality #april fools #answered