#please don't kill your asshole Light. it's not a good idea

[captainhysunstuff]

Light loves his asshole.

#drawn by me #my fanart #what can I say? he does #Death Note #L #Light Yagami #lawlight #please don't kill your asshole Light. it's not a good idea #the word of the day is: asshole #I'm immature lol #I actually edited more wholesome dialogue in these pics because I was feeling cowardly #but then I remembered I rated my blog 'mostly PG-13' so... #if anyone wants me to post the PG version of these just tell me so ehehe

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 18

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: ⚠️ graphic ⚠️murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, assault (not in detail), underage drinking,

Part 1

"Shit!" You cursed as Stu helped you out of the car. Billy turned towards you shutting his door with a slam. "What happened?" Both boys looked at you concern lacing their features. "I didn't make dinner tonight." You could live without cooking dinner. Some nights when you were alone you'd just snack around not in the mood to start cooking anything. You had got into a routine of cooking for them though. Making sure they ate a good meal was commonplace. Stu had noticed you hadn't cooked but it didn't bother him. Parties always had snacks, at least they did when he threw them.

"You don't need to cook dinner every night," Billy reassured you. He loved your cooking but one night without it wouldn't kill anybody.

Stu threw his arm over your shoulder. "Yeah, plus I'll tell you what, tomorrow when we're hungover we can go on a little grocery shopping date!" Stu pulled you close to him poking your sides. You laughed still feeling a little bad. Billy looked at the ground. Going out in public grocery shopping like some nuclear family didn't sound like a good idea.

"Let's go assholes." Billy put on a fake smile looking at you and Stu. You nodded running up to grab Billy's hand. Like clockwork, his eyes darted around the makeshift parking lot for anyone staring. He shook your hand away. "Sorry." He said looking towards the ground. "It's okay." You whispered. Stu held your hand giving you what Billy couldn't. It wasn't done to upset Billy, part of him knew that. Stu loved to show you off. You always did look amazing hanging on his arm. Billy wasn't able to do that, carry you around like some trophy. Physical affection was always going to be a behind-closed-doors activity.

You could hear the music before you even walked into the house. Stu hit the doorbell more times than he should've. "I'll get it!" Chase called before he pulled open the door. Billy watched Chase knowing you would attract attention with the way you were dressed up. The blonde-headed boy looked Billy up and down from head to toe. Even with a mask, Stu knew that look anywhere. You looked at Stu making sure your friend saw the same thing you were.

"You guys look awesome!" Chase finally looked over at you and Stu after he gave the compliment. "You're a maid?" He asked making Stu giggle. "She's Magenta from Rocky Horror I'm surprised you haven't seen it." Stu said making you nudge his shoulder. "Your costume is cool. You're..." The sentence trailed off while you tried to figure out who he was. Chase was covered in leather and buckles. That outfit paired with his blonde hair left you with no idea of who he was supposed to be.

"I'm Michael Jackson." He said proceeding to do some dance moves. "Looks, great man. You've got the skin tone for it." Stu patted Chase's shoulder before walking into the house. You sent him a sympathetic glance trying to hold back a laugh. "Thanks for inviting us." Chase smiled at you. "Of course. Beers are in the kitchen." He told you making Stu's face light up. All three of you wandered around finding the nearest couch to sit on. "I'm going to get some beers you want any?" You shook your head while Billy nodded wanting one. "I'll be right back," Stu said dramatically before disappearing into a different part of the house.

"You having fun yet?" Billy leaned down so you could hear him. "We just got here give it a chance, please." You wanted this to work. Maybe have a non-criminal memory with your lovers. "Fine but if they keep playing this shit I might kill someone." New Kids On The Block was not on Billy's playlist. You looked around the room trying to find where the music was coming from. Sure enough, Linda was messing with the sound system. "Linda's playing music."

Billy leaned his head back regretting his decisions. You took a moment to watch the girls in the corner point and giggle at Billy. He was attracting more attention than you were. "I think you confused Chase earlier." You joked. Billy sat up turning his body to face you. "It's the face paint isn't it?" It wasn't just the face paint it was the whole ensemble. "Maybe. It might also be the pants." You moved in closer letting your lips rest near his ear. "Your ass looks great in them by the way." He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat trying to think of anything horrible to keep himself calm. "Don't." He simply spoke, fearful of what people would think.

You huffed out a breath giving up on the man beside you. It was hard trying to make Billy comfortable. He was one of the most stubborn people you'd ever met. Getting him to let loose was a full-time job one that you weren't good at. Stu came back with two beers and another bottle of alcohol. "One beer for you and a fruity drink for the lady." He handed you the colorful bottle and then passed the brown glass over to Billy. "It's Mad Dog," Stu explained as you read the label on the bottle. "Are you trying to kill her?" Billy asked seeing the familiar bottle. "She'll be fine she's a big girl,"

"I know you don't drink but I didn't want you to feel left out." Stu sat down next to you laying his arm across the back of the couch. "Thanks." You sent him a soft smile. Stu lifted his mask to kiss you but you backed away. "Not here." You didn't mean to be rude but for weeks you've been keeping up the narrative that all three of you are just friends. His lips tightened into a straight line. "Right." And just like that you acted as Billy did a moment ago.

You unscrewed the cap on your bottle taking a decent swig of it. Both men watched waiting to see your reaction. Your nose crinkled with disgust. "Honestly it's not that bad." They both laughed at your words. "Tell that to your face." Stu drank his beer wondering how the night would go.

He thought this was a good idea. Drunk kids with loud music was the perfect place for all three of you to go crazy. It's not like anyone would remember it tomorrow. Even if they did so what? It wasn't illegal to have a boyfriend and a girlfriend. Well maybe having a boyfriend was illegal in some places but luckily he lived in California.

Teenagers continued filing into the house. By 9:30 it was almost too full to breathe. "That's it somebody has to dance with me." Stu stood up as some loud grunge song played through the speakers. "I'm guessing by somebody you mean me?" You asked the boy in the Michael Myers costume. "Well, I'm not asking him that's for sure." Stu pointed at Billy who flipped him off. You took another gulp of your half empty bottle feeling a lot more comfortable than when you first showed up. "Alright but don't expect anything fancy." Billy was aggravated by the fact you'd just get up and leave him. Considering the only reason he came along was for you and Stu.

The only good thing about sitting on the smoke-smelling couch was he had a perfect view of Stu and you both. It was comical. Billy found himself laughing as the two of you jumped up and down yelling lyrics at each other. Never in a million years did he think he'd see his partners dance and sing to the spice girls. It was almost 11 and neither of you had stopped dancing. You pointed over to Billy seeing him laugh at the scene you and Stu were causing. Even though he wouldn't participate it was still fun seeing he wasn't so miserable now.

Some songs were riskier than others. Billy watched you sway to the music as Stu held you as close as he could. Your hips shuffled rubbing up against your boyfriend. Billy wanted to blame it on the alcohol. Throughout your time at the party, he continuously reminded you to slow down. It just so happened you were as stubborn as he was.

You fell on the couch practically sitting on top of Billy. Stu continued to dance and bother other kids around him. "You okay?" He asked trying to scoot you off of him. "My arms are numb." Your body was warmer than it normally was. "I told you not to drink so much." Your legs were spread giving anyone in front of you a free show. "Jesus fucking..." Billy leaned forward pulling your knees together, pointing them towards him.

"Where's my dance partner?" Stu's mask had disappeared now showing off his hair wet from sweat. "I'm right here I just needed to sit for a second." Billy stood up grabbing Stu's arm. "I told you not to let her drink so much." The short-haired boy looked over to you and then back at Billy. "She's fine! I can drink like two of those things."

Billy smacked his arm scolding his friend for his stupidity. "She hasn't eaten anything all day dipshit." Stu's lips formed an 'o' in realization. You slowly picked yourself off the couch. Sitting down was a bad idea. You were fine a second ago but now your choices hit you like a brick. "I've got to pee." You announced rather loudly. Stu grinned at you. "Bad idea. Once you break the seal you'll be pissing all night." Billy pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you need to use the bathroom-" Chase was dancing with his girlfriend when Billy saw him cutting his sentence short.

"Chase! Where's your bathroom?" After a few directions, Billy made note of the location. "You come with me and Stu go get some water." So much for no touching. Billy wrapped one arm around your waist helping you walk through the house. "I can walk you know?" You traced the duct tape on his arm as you spoke.

"Okay." His hand slipped away from your waist letting you lean against the wall. "Go ahead, walk." You carefully pushed yourself up straight just to slowly stumble once again hitting the wall. "Help..." You giggled. Billy although aggravated thought it was funny. He was sure he'd find it hilarious the next morning. "Oh, but you can walk." He mocked you before wrapping his arm around you once more. "Smartass." You smiled as you both walked to the restroom. Thankfully there wasn't a line, letting you go right in. "I can do this part by myself." Billy chuckled awkwardly. "I would hope so. I'll be out here alright?" You nodded as you shut the door.

"Are you in line?" A woman asked catching his attention. "Hmm? Oh, no I'm just waiting on my- I'm waiting on someone." He corrected himself moving away from the girl. She smiled stepping in front of him. Billy walked away from the bathroom making sure it stayed in his line of sight.

You finished your business feeling worse as you stood up. A small giggle left your lips while you struggled to pull up your underwear. The warm joyful feeling coursing through your veins was addicting. You didn't understand why Billy was so pessimistic. Water splashed in the sink as you washed your hands. Once your hands were dry you slowly opened the bathroom door. A woman quickly ran into the room shutting and locking the door behind her. Billy wasn't where you left him.

"Nice costume." A man remarked making you turn around a little too fast. "Woah there." He held out his hands stopping you from hitting the floor. "Hey, you're that chick that was in the massacre." You looked up at the familiar costume. The black robe and white mask was this year's hottest outfit. "That's me. Have you seen Billy?" The masked man helped you lean on the wall making sure his body covered your own. "They said you were almost gutted. You must have a badass scar." He ignored your question as he looked down at you with pity. Your arms felt like jelly as they pushed up against him. "Excuse me."

You were polite but you didn't understand why. His hands grabbed the hem of your dress dragging it up your leg. "I'm okay." You said quickly trying to move his hand. "I just want to see your scar." That warm fuzzy feeling you had earlier changed within seconds. You were terrified but unable to defend yourself. Your brain screamed for your body to move, to do anything but you stood there. "Where's Stu? Billy?" You asked again desperate for the man to stop.

Through glazed eyes you watched your attacker hit the ground. The cursing and screaming were garbled in your ears. There was blood, so much blood. Stu came running to your side pulling you into a hug. "Beat his fucking ass, Billy! Kill him!" Stu egged him on loving the blatant display of violence. Billy continued to lay into the man beneath him. He couldn't stop. "That's enough dude." Chase tried to pull Billy off but he just got hit in the process. "I'm calling the cops!" He shouted making underage drunk kids all flock to the exit. Stu laughed while you stared shocked at Billy. There wasn't anything behind his eyes but rage. You were going to be sick.

"Don't you ever fucking touch her again!" He screamed feeling the cartilage crack beneath his fists. Stu's encouraging shouting made your head spin. "The fucking cops are here!" Someone yelled as more people ran around to flee. You didn't move. Your fingers dug into Stu's arm scared he might leave you. "Billy, man get up." Stu tried to stop the fight but it did nothing.

The deputy knew the three of you were up to no good. He knew deep down something was going to happen. Dewey's jeep was parked just a block away from where the party was. It was unethical to follow you but it was his job as a deputy to protect the town of Woodsboro. The moment he heard and saw the kids running and screaming he jumped out of his car.

Any bypasser would've laughed at the limping cop. Dewey with his gun drawn tried his best to run into the party. "Freeze!" The man said pointing the gun directly at Billy's back. "Get off of him and put your hands where I can see them." Stu rolled his eyes at the goofy cop. "Put the gun away Dewey and help me."

Billy continued to hit the boy even after he stopped fighting back. With the help of the officer Stu pulled his friend off of the boy. "I'll fucking kill him!" He shouted. You slid down to the floor shaking from shock. "It's just some girl." Someone in the fading crowd said bewildered by the show. "That's my fucking girlfriend asshole I can knock your fucking teeth out too you bitch!" Stu kept a good hold on Billy. He thanked God that he was stronger than the enraged man. Dewey radioed an ambulance letting the incoming units know about the current situation. Your attacker was breathing just unconscious by the looks of him. The deputy pulled the handcuffs from his belt locking Billy's wrists together behind his back.

He pulled both Billy and Stu aside making Billy drop to his knees. "Neither of you move you understand me?" Both men nodded. Dewey walked over to you seeing how broken you looked. Your dress was hiked up and your makeup was smeared. Dewey pulled his jacket off carefully draping it over your frame. "It's okay." He reassured.

Your arms wrapped around him thankful he showed up. It was then you started crying. Sobbing was a better word. The fear you bottled up just minutes ago came out in the loud sobs.

More officers arrived putting Billy in the back of a police car. Stu begged them not to while Billy yelled for you. He needed to make sure you were okay. Dewey stayed by your side even after you threw up on his shoes. His hand rubbed circles on your back as you gagged over the grass on the front lawn. Chase and Linda were giving statements more scared of Chase's parents than jail.

"Are you alright?" Stu asked only getting stopped by the deputy. "She's fine." He said as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Stu?" You looked up seeing the worry on his face. The boy wrapped you in a hug disregarding Dewey. "I called for you and Billy, I- I told him I was alright. I didn't want this to happen." Your words were slurred with alcohol and panic. "How much did she drink?" Dewey asked as Stu patted your head. "Not enough to forget this shit." He joked earning silence from the officer. "Tough crowd," he spoke. "She had a bottle of Mad Dog that was it." Dewey pulled his hat off running his hand through his hair. "I haven't really drank before I'm sorry..." You started crying again, the alcohol making the cries extra whiney.

"Riley!" One of the cops yelled. "Just take care of her. Can you do that?" The sarcasm was heavy in Dewey's words. "Yes, I can do that." Stu mocked back like a child. Dewey limped over to the ambulance seeing the bloody kid was now awake. "His nose is completely shattered. That Loomis kid fucked his face up." The deputy rubbed his face. "Alright get his statement the best you can and take him to the hospital."

"I just want to go home." The boy said trying to fight off the EMTs. "What's your name son?" The kid seemed to think about it for a second. "Daniel Lawson." The other officer wrote down his last name on his notepad.

"Listen, Daniel, you've been drinking illegally and if what I know checks out then you also assaulted a young woman. Things are not looking good for you. Also, your face is really bad you should definitely get it checked out." Dewey's bad cop act could only last for so long.

The ambulance eventually rolled away heading to the nearest hospital. "I love you. I really do and I'm sorry for ruining everyone's night. I just wanted to be normal," You continued to cry and ramble into Stu's chest. "Y/n sweetheart?" Dewey said your name making you look up with puffy eyes. "I'm going to need to talk to Stu here for a moment alone. There's a really nice female officer over there that would love to talk to you." You wiped your tears understanding this was a serious situation. Dewey grabbed your hand helping you up from where you and Stu sat. The female cop walked over helping you walk to her car.

"Don't tell me I'm getting arrested 'cause I didn't do anything wrong," Stu spoke as Dewey took a seat next to him. "You're not being arrested. I just need you to tell me what the hell happened tonight."

Dewey wrote down details of Stu's story. "I didn't see that happen I just saw Billy run towards the guy. That's when Y/n grabbed me. She was terrified, man." Dewey shook his head. "Of who? The attacker or her boyfriend?" Stu didn't like the deputy's question. Billy could be and was violent, so was Stu to a degree. It was his idea to slit Casey from groin to sternum. He thought those past experiences made him qualified to determine who was right and who was wrong. "Boyfriend? And Billy beat the shit out of a rapist that's more than you assholes do every day." Stu snapped defending his friend.

"I understand you're upset." It was a sentence constantly taught to the officers to de-escalate a situation. "No, you don't! My best friend is being hauled off to jail while my other friend is crying because some shit stain thought he could do whatever he wanted to. Billy's not the bad guy. I would've killed him."

It was true. Stu hoped that the rage he saw in Billy that night would've gotten that kid's head ripped off. It's what he deserved in Stu's mind.

"Why do you two care about her so much?" Dewey's notepad closed. He was done with the professional questioning. Now he wanted answers to his own selfish questions. Stu was caught off guard by it. It didn't have an easy answer and if it did it wasn't one Stu could come up with. "She's all that I have left." Dewey knew that pain all too well. "You weren't the only one who lost someone you know? You treat me and Billy like villains but you didn't have to see what we did. Billy watched his girlfriend get slaughtered in front of him, you don't think that fucks a man up?"

Dewey emotionally backed off. This was probably the first time anyone cared about what Stu had to say on the matter. "My parents came home the day after I was almost killed just to bitch at me for throwing a party. "Stuart you're smarter than this," "This is what you get Stuart when you break the rules." They don't give a shit about me I've known it my whole life. My friends were the only people that cared and most of them are gone. So I'm sorry for clinging to the two people I have left."

Stu broke down as he ranted. He started to realize how fucked everything had become. How did he miss the friends he wanted to kill? He hated his life. He hated the way things were going and now he was crying to some cop about how he missed it all.

Dewey patted Stu on the back. "I'm sorry." He said. The apology meant a lot to Stu even though Dewey did nothing wrong. "I'm sorry too. I know you miss Tatum." Her name hadn't got any easier to hear. Dewey had said her name over and over again at his house hoping she'd eventually hear him. She'd run down from her room bitching about her brother disturbing her. What he would give to have her upset at him again. Anything was better than this.

"You boys need therapy," Dewey said making Stu laugh through the tears. "Says you." He responded picking at the knees of his coveralls. "I'm being serious. You two and Y/n have been through a lot you said it yourself. Someone to talk to wouldn't be such a bad thing."

Stu shook his head. He couldn't talk to a shrink because he was a murderer. Everybody knows confidentiality doesn't exist. "What's going to happen with Billy?" Dewey scratched the back of his neck. "Oh, he'll probably be released in a couple of hours once we get the story straightened out. Since Y/n was being assaulted Billy acted in good faith by stopping him." Relief washed over the boy. "What about Y/n?"

That was a trickier question one that was really up to you. "She's 18 so if she doesn't want to press charges she doesn't have to. If she does then we'll eventually go to court." Stu wanted to protect you. He hated himself for letting this happen but court wasn't a good idea. Justice would have to be served some other way.

"Hmm." Stu hummed in thought. "Hey, you said earlier that Billy was her boyfriend. What'd you mean by that?" Through all the commotion Stu hadn't listened to Billy's second outburst. "Loomis shouted it when we were trying to pull him away." Stu nodded trying to remember what exactly was said. "You didn't know?" Dewey asked seeing the sad look on Stu's face. "No, I knew. It just happened a couple of days ago. I'm just worried about how people are going to treat them." Stu looked at you shivering underneath Dewey's jacket. "Why don't I take you two home it's getting late."

"What about Billy?" Stu asked once again worried for his lover. "When we get ready to release him we'll call his dad." Stu started to shake his head. "No! He's 18 you can't call his dad. Call me I'll go get him if I have to bail him out I will." Dewey's face screwed up in confusion. Stu sighed trying to convince the cop otherwise. "His dad is a drunk if you call him you'll have more than one problem. Please just don't call him." Stu's pleas were genuine. After everything the last thing Billy needed was his dad screaming at him.

"I'll call Y/n's house when I know something but I can't promise you Mr. Loomis won't find out eventually." Stu stood up thanking the deputy. Dewey struggled to stand up on his own. Without judgment, Stu stuck out his hand helping the officer up on his feet. "Thanks." Stu shrugged in response.

Dewey started up his jeep as Stu walked you to the car. "We're going to go home okay?" You held Stu's hand as you looked around. "Where's Billy?" Stu helped you into Dewey's car as he tried his best to explain without making you cry again. "He's going to be home a little later." Stu climbed in next to you shutting the car door behind him.

The drive consisted of you fighting not to fall asleep while Dewey and Stu talked. "Do you need any help getting in?" Dewey asked as the car came to a stop in front of your house. "No, we'll be fine. Thanks, Dewey."

The deputy drove off once both you and Stu were safely inside. "You left your mask." You caressed his face with your hand. "That's what you're worried about?" Stu chuckled carrying you upstairs. "You looked hot with the mask." You started to cry over the lost mask which only made Stu laugh harder. "Shh hey, please don't cry my sides are hurting." He packed you into your bedroom helping you strip off the gross clothing. You flinched once he grabbed the hem of your dress. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. You shook your head not wanting to think about it. "it's okay. Yeah, it's fine." Your sniffles broke up your words. You helped Stu take off the dress getting over the initial deja vu.

"Bath or shower?" Stu asked walking into your bathroom. Honestly, all you wanted was to go to sleep but your skin was crawling with the memory of that bastard's touch. "Bath please." It came out as a whimper while you fought off more tears. Stu's heart broke a little at the sound.

Once the bath was drawn he helped you into the tub. It was cute how he tried to avert his gaze even though he'd seen you naked many times before. "I'm going to go see if I can find some food." He started to walk away before you stopped him. "Can you stay in here with me? I don't want to be alone." It was sappy and cliche but you didn't know how else to word it. Normally Stu was the clingy one but you needing him around was nice for a change.

Stu helped you get cleaned up while both of you laughed and cried over random things. Eventually, he helped you out wrapping a towel around your frame.

"Thank you." Stu sat your toothbrush and toothpaste out on the sink smiling at your gratitude. "You're welcome, honey. Make sure to brush your teeth, your breath is lethal." He laughed making a face at you. "Your's isn't much better." You joked picking up the toothbrush.

"I'll brush my teeth downstairs if you brush yours. Deal?" You nodded. "Alright, I'll be back up here in a minute." He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he made his way down the steps. As promised he brushed his teeth even using mouthwash after the fact. Before he checked on you he raided your pantry to see if there were any snacks. Stu carried potato chips, chocolate, and a couple of drinks up to your room.

"Don't eat too fast or..." His words trailed off seeing you passed out on the bed with nothing but a towel. Quietly he sat down the snacks saving them for later. "Hey," Stu whispered trying to help you get under the covers. "I'm going to hang up your towel so you don't kill me later for your bed being wet." You mumbled a response still half asleep. The boy smiled tossing the towel over the rack. He peeled off his coveralls leaving them where they hit the floor. He kept his boxers on as he climbed into bed. You hummed scooting next to your lover. Stu pulled you in so your back was flush with his chest. With his arms wrapped securely around you, you had no issue drifting off to sleep.

While you slept Stu thought about everything that has transpired. You and Billy were officially dating now whether you liked it or not. Come Monday you two would once again be the talk of the school. Stu wondered if Billy did it on purpose. When the three of you first established this relationship Stu didn't see a problem with you and Billy being the official couple. As long as it didn't interfere with the dynamic in private he was fine. Maybe he was a little jealous. Not of Billy but of you. You were able to walk around and say Billy was yours now. Something Stu's dreamed about for years you did it in just a couple of months.

The phone rang making both of you jump at the sound. Stu rolled over picking up the audibly offensive object. "Dewey?" Stu rubbed his eyes. "Sorry Deputy Riley." You couldn't make out what Dewey was saying before you finally fell back asleep. Stu looked over at the clock the bright red numbers burned his eyes. "It's almost four in the morning." He groaned. "I know. I'll be there as soon as I can." Stu hung up the phone with a huff. This time around Stu would be the one to clean up the mess.

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Part 19

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[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Your Astarion works have got me in a choke hold, I swear- and I'm feeling angsty right now 😅

So there's that dialogue in game, where Astarion tells you that he was locked in a coffin for a year and just- imagine ascended astarion punishing Tav in a similar fashion, and it's only after he frees her/them that he realizes what he did.

Tav meanwhile, is understandably an inconsolable mess and starving and has no idea what to do.

Okay so anon this request literally had a mind of its own and decided it would be great to just do the ascension scene but for tav cuz Astarion fucked up lol

rated M

Warnings, spoiler about Szarr family line, cult cult this is not good, trauma

1k words of PAIN

"Astarion! No, please! Please, don't do this! I'm sorry!"

Astarion has not stopped staring at the portrait of you hanging in the grand hall, The Hero of Baldur’s Gate. That painter you saved gifted you this as payment for saving him twice.

His eyes fall to your sweet closed smile, your beautiful handsome face captured in this frame.

"You promised!"

He promised he was nothing like Cazador… He isn't anything like Cazador, Astarion loves you. Oh, he loves you more than you can comprehend. However, he has to be fair even with his beloved.

His hand makes a fist as he tries to make excuse upon excuse for punishing you the same way that twisted bastard punished him. This… This is the lowest form of punishment he could give you. You had to be punished!

He releases his hand when feels blood, opening his palm to see the blood seeping out from the cuts.

Astarion eyes closed, you must be starving by now. In ten days he will release you. Just a few more hours. Then he will have you in his arms.

A thrall runs up to him, bowing, "My lord!" Panicking and out of breath.

"What is it?" He can't brood in peace.

"The– The coffin," Astarion raised an eyebrow, "It's missing, my lord."

"..." He turns calmly towards the thrall, "Gone?" He grabbed the fragile human by the neck, "I gave you one job to watch over a single coffin and it suddenly is gone!?" Astarion's fangs bared and eyes glowing with murderous intensity, "I should skin you alive!"

"My deepest apologies, my lord! I was caught off guard by–" Words choked out as Astarion's grip nearly asphyxiated the life out of them, "A vampire came from nowhere! She–"

"She?" Astarion dropped the thrall, "Explain quickly."

You were there locked away in the attic all alone with nothing but the creaking of old wood and the scurry of rats to fill the silent void. The darkness, Gods, you tried to picture anything in the darkness or sleep it away with dreams but all you had were nightmares. You cried, pleaded, but with no answer not even a ‘no’ in response. There was nothing, isolation, emptiness, a small space that felt like it was closing in, to the point of swallowing you whole.

Astarion told you for ten days you will be sealed away. This is the lowest form of punishment he could give you after what you did.

He lied to you and broke his promise, you should've known better but you are a naive fool.

Then the coffin opened, your arms covering your face as you had not seen the light in a while.

"Come on!" A little girl's voice.

You burst out of the coffin like a scared creature on all fours, your claws red with your own blood from scratching, but the warding seal had locked you away. Breathing hard, you barely can see before her young voice centers you.

“Easy there,” She reaches out to touch you but stops unsure if you want to be touched, “You’re not trapped anymore.”

Incognita the reason for your punishment: you stepped between Astarion and his murderous judgment to kill every last Szarr. Including one who disowned her family.

She is innocent! You showed proof and defended her.

"What—How are you here!? No, better yet you shouldn't be here!" Panicking as the girl waves it off.

"I wasn't going to let that asshole hurt you!" She helps you out of the coffin, "Here, drink this. Then follow me." Handing you a healing potion bottle but the liquid is clearly not a potion but blood. "I'll explain everything along the way."

The niece of Cazador Szarr found you as she has been watching within the walls of the Crimson Palace the new owner and thralls with spawns alike walking about.

Her uncle is dead and a new master has claimed his home.

She hates Astarion, though doesn't fault him completely for how he is. Cazador knew well how to make monsters.

"Thank you." You say as Incognita guides you through the deeper sections of the crypt. Your mind on the monster you love-- loved… Should no longer love.

Astarion, what has happened to him?! He swore never to hurt you the way Cazador has hurt him, broken him, yet the proof is the coffin with his magic to seal it.

A broken seal… He is going to know someone let you out.

Once outside the Crimson Palace, she takes you to the sewers. There is a hideout she found abandoned and has been using for some time. She explains that found a way to get out of the city and that she wants you to join her.

"He doesn't deserve you!" Defending her case once inside the hideout, "You aren't like the others, are you?" She has seen it. Astarion is cruel to you yet loving to you, it is confusing and all types of wrong in her eyes.

"To love is to be changed as they say." You are not sure you could explain to her why you stay, though it is not by choice these days.

"... Isn't that supposed to be in a good way?"

You laugh dryly, "Yeah. It is supposed to be." When you look at her you can't see why Astarion wanted her dead, sure you know why but she is nothing like her family members. Her diaries told as much. She tried to rename herself, tried to be better than them. The girl fights with her nature. A child vampire is not looked upon kindly and most vampires see them as wild creatures who need to be fed too much.

You protected her because it was the right thing to do.

"We can run away." She offers.

You smile, "You can run. He will track us both down if I run with you." You grab a piece of paper from the many on the wall, "Find the Devil's Fee, tell them I sent you. Tell them you will only speak to Hope. She can help you."

"What about you? You can't go back there." Confused as you remove a simple necklace off of your neck and put it on her, "(Name), what are you—"

"This is an amber with the blood of Lathander inside. May his blessing find its way to you."

The girl touches the warm amber and then looks up at you, "Is this a goodbye." You nod at her statement, "Find a cure. Live a proper life."

Astarion would and could rip the city apart to find you. If the search had not ended with a messenger bird delivering a letter with your handwriting and a location, Astarion might have started doing so. Instead, he moves swiftly to meet you.

Meet you in the ruins of the temple of Bhaal, there are bodies everywhere of what seems to be cultists who were trying to restore the temple. Runes everywhere, blood magic, glow whispering the abyssal language.

All of them speak in half nonsensical rhymes, but all with a theme about a prodigal child.

The temple smells fresh with death and blood, the symbol of the skull long gone and now a statue of a bat with ruby eyes is crafted into the stone.

"Never again will they control me." Your voice echoes, there you stand in the pool of blood.

The blood smells sweet, sickly, and wrong.

"Astarion," Your back facing him, "Thank you." You gaze up at the statue, "There is only one way to stop evil in this world." A conversation when he suggested controlling the cult of the Absolute rather than destroying it, "To control everything. To rip freedom from them." The room glows, the power raw, and has him dropping to his knees, "You showed me the powerful do not protect the weak. They enslave them! Forcing us to crawl, beg, and suffer!"

You summon forth your gift, the beast consuming your body and morphing you into a bat-like creature.

"I will never live in fear of anything, especially of you!"

#anon ask #reader insert #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x vampire spawn!tav #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x mc #astarion x reader

[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

DUI (of Love): Solo Sikoa

 "Fuck." You groan as you see the flashing blue and red lights behind you. You knew you shouldn't have been rushing to get home. Now, not only are you exhausted from a long day of work, but you also must deal with being pulled over and it didn't help that your tag was expired. You pray to the Heavens that you can get yourself out of this like many times before with your badge. Maybe you'd have healthcare worker privilege and he or she would have mercy on you. Stopping on the side of the dark highway, you park your car and wait for the officer to exit his vehicle. You go into your dashboard and pull your registration to have it readily available.

You soon watch as an officer in a dark uniform steps out of his police car and begins walking toward your car with a flashlight in hand. You roll your eyes, annoyed already. Once he approaches, he signals you to roll down your window and you do as told. You plaster a fake smile on your face trying to hide your aggravation with this man already. You were so damn ready to get home.

"Good evening officer."

"Good evening, ma'am, do you have any idea why I pulled you over?" He asks with his hands sitting along his belt next to his walkie-talkie.

Is this bitch serious? You were clearly speeding. Going 70 in a 60 and you're sure he already knew that or else he wouldn't have pulled you over. You fight the urge to roll your eyes for the umpteenth time. With a tight-lipped smile, you reply.

"Ummm, I have no idea, possibly because I was speeding. It's been a long day sir; I'm just trying to get home before this storm gets any worse." You say matter-of-factly.

"As a matter of fact, you were going 70, possibly 75 in a 60 ma'am. License and registration please." He says as if sensing your attitude. You hand him your items, which he somewhat snatched from your hand. "Hang tight ma'am." He says walking off to his vehicle.

"Asshole." You mumble.

It felt like an eternity later before he came back with your items and a notepad.

"Ma'am. After looking at your driving record, it appears this is your third time being pulled over. I wrote a speeding ticket, and this is a copy of that ticket and I need your signature on it. You are to pay the State of Florida's court cost of $500 and you have 30 days to pay-" You tried to remain calm, but with the hungry, angry, and exhausted mood you were in, you weren't having it.

"$500?!?! You can't just write me a warning? The road is empty, and a storm is coming. I'm merely just trying to make it home!"

"Thank God or else you could've wrecked and killed someone. Play with your own life, not somebody else." You gasp as you look him up and down like he's stupid.

"Boy nuh uh, who are you talking like that? You think just cause you got a lil badge you run these streets. I promise you without that lil badge you ain't shit just like the rest of these dirty ass, crooked cops."

"Ma'am, step out of the vehicle." He says stepping back.

"Oh my Gooooood!" You throw your seat belt off and step out of your car. "This has to be illegal." You say as you stand in your doctor's uniform.

"Ma'am hands against the vehicle please." You do as you're told, too tired to fight with this man.

You feel his presence behind you as he takes his large hands, which you're just now noticing are tatted up, and begins to search you. You try to fight off the sudden tingle that runs down your spine as he searches you. You look at his hands and don't see a ring on his finger; good.

"Spread your legs." Something about those words coming out of his mouth sounded erotic.

You turn your head and look over your shoulder at the officer. Now getting a good look at him, he was sexy as hell. You give him a once-over. You quickly take in his hefty, yet muscular appearance and his police uniform did no justice in hiding those big ass arms of his that were so gloriously covered in tattoos. Blonde hair peeked from under his police hat and his skin was a beautiful caramel-toned complexion.

"I said, spread your legs." He says, warm breath tickling your neck he was so close. You bite the corner of your lip as you slowly spread your legs.

His hands travel down from your arms to your breasts, to your belly, and finally down below your waist. "Stand still while I search you." You only nod. Usually, you would never do something like this with a stranger, but something in the pit of your stomach told you he was not like the others.

A moan almost slips your mouth as his hands find their way into your pants, slipping past your thong and going straight for the prize. He spreads you open with his fingers before rubbing agonizingly slow against your slippery walls. Gasping, your back automatically arches at the feel of his fingers thrusting in and out of you.

"Oh my Gooood." You moan throwing your head back.

"Mine." He groans in your ear, the words causing a shiver to run down your spine. If it felt good just having his fingers inside, you can't even begin to imagine what that dick feels like.

"Mmmm yes. Faster baby, please." You moan feeling weak in the knees as he increases his pace. You began to constrict around his fingers letting him know you were close.

"That's it baby." He praised, you couldn't see, but he had a big smirk plastered on his face. "Now cum for me." Your nails scrape against the top of your car just as he pulls his fingers away, allowing your juices to squirt everywhere. "Damn, good girl." He praises. If you weren't in such a state of euphoria, you'd be embarrassed by how your body was reacting to him already.

"Turn around baby." You stumble around to him. He presses up against you and you swear your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. He was big and long. "You're under arrest for driving under the influence and contempt of a police officer. This offense is punishable by law by means of rough sex. Anything you say, can and will be used against you if you consent." Hell yeah you were going to consent, it's ben a while since you've last been dicked down.

"Do as you please officer." You smirk as he takes out his handcuffs. You bite your lip in anticipation as he beckons you to the backseat of his car. Crawling inside, you watch with eagerness as he throws his hat to the side and begins unbuckling his belt. He's about to take off his vest when you stop him.

"Nuh uh, keep that on officer." You grin.

"As you wish."

~~~~~~~~~

You're not sure how you got into this predicament, but you were a moaning mess with his head between your legs eating you out. His wet and warm muscle felt so good against your pussy and you were sure to cum for the third time soon. He holds your thighs down with strength because you already tried to run from him the first time, you had no choice but to take this sweet torture.

"Fuck baby it's too much!" You cry as you try to close your legs and he smacks your thigh as your last and final warning.

"I'm not gone tell you again, keep your legs open while I taste you." He says staring up at you intensely.

"Oh fuck!" You yell out as he sucks on your sensitive clit harshly, while his fingers worked on you again. You feel the all too familiar rush of fluids leaving your body as you squirt all over his tongue. "SHIT!" You're weak as he lets go of your legs that feel like jelly.

Through hooded lids, you watch as he pulls his boxers down, letting his hard dick free. Your pussy instantly throbs, yearning for him. Wanting him to be deep inside you.

"No more teasin baby I need you inside me."

"Say less mama. Turn around for me." You do as he says, placing your hands on the fogged up glass. He strokes his hard dick a few times, precum leaking at the tip. He slowly starts to slide into you, inch by inch. Your back arches immediately at his sweet invasion before he starts to pump in and out of you skillfully. Your eyes nearly roll back as he begins to speed up, fucking you from behind.

"J-Joseph oh shit!" You yell out in pleasure.

"Pussy feels so fuckin good baby, damn." He groans smacking your ass as he watches where you connect. Watching with pleasure as his dick thrusts in and out of you, your pussy soaking him. He loved the wet noises your pussy was making as he fucked you deep. "Damn baby, should've told me to bring a towel. You're wet as fuck. You're taking me so well baby." He groans.

"Y-You're so fuckin deep uhhh god!"

"You like how my dick beaten down your walls baby huh? Talk to me." He says smacking your ass. You can't help but fall limp under him.

"Yes daddy, yes! F-Faster puh-please!"

'S-Shit ugh, so fuckin tight. So good. Who made you this wet baby?" He grabs you by the back of your neck pounding into you mercilessly. He closes his eyes momentarily, taking in the feel of your warm, wet, pussy.

"Y-You did! Y-Youahh! Fuck meeee!"

"Say it again. Say my name."

"J-Joseph!"

"Say it again mami."

"JOSEPH! Fuck me harder!" He was battering your g-spot now, tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Surely you wouldn't be able to walk in the morning.

"Cum for me baby. Soak this dick." He urges and as if on command, you cum all over him, squirting on to his abdomen and leaking beneath him. But he didn't stop there, fucking you right through your orgasm.

"Baby, shit!" You reach behind weakly trying to stop his delicious assault on your sensitive pussy. But that only encouraged him to keep going.

"Look at you baby, all fucked out. Shit, I'm bout to cum." He gripped your hips as the sounds of your sex session filled the car.

"Yeah, you gonna cum for me. Cum inside me Joseph! Give me that fuckin cum!"

"You want my cum huh? Want this nut inside you baby?"

"Yeah give it to me you fuckin asshole. Give it to me." You moan

"Fuck you. Ughhhh fuuuuck." You feel him throbbing inside you.

"Yeah daddy, cum inside this pussy! Cum inside me."

"Take it baby, take it!" You soon fill his hot cum spilling deep inside your walls. "Fuck!" He falls to your side exhausted. You look over to him with a smirk.

"Is that how you're supposed to treat a routine traffic stop officer?" He looks at you with that same smirk.

"When it's my wife........yes."

#wwe smut #solo sikoa x reader #solo sikoa smut #solo sikoa x black reader #wwe fanfiction #solo sikoa fanfiction #wwe bloodline #solo sikoa #solo sikoa fic #solo siko imagine

[stolitzsings]

A Moment in the Sun

[This is my first attempt at helluva boss fic, so please enjoy a soft, short little thing about sunlight, rest, and trying something new <3 it was inspired by this beautiful artwork, and my constant need for soft stolitz]

“Man, I didn’t know sunlight could feel this good,” Blitz said, leaning back on his hands and turning his face upward. 

Stolas shielded his face with one hand and looked at him affectionately. The light was almost blinding to his eyes, so well-suited to studying more distant stars. 

“Darling, you're up here every week,” he said.

Blitz waved this away, eyes closed as he enjoyed the warmth of the living world's sun. “Yeah, but I'm always trying to kill someone. Kinda hard to smell the roses when some asshole is trying to shoot your dick off.”

Stolas smiled. “I suppose that's true.” Blitz did look more relaxed than he'd seen in a long time. The discomfort of the searing sunlight was a small price to pay for that. 

He smoothed out a corner of the blanket they were sitting on and looked around at the earthly greenery around them. He'd been lucky to find this secluded little spot, a grassy hill that rose high enough above the surrounding trees to afford them a beautiful view of the sky. He’d brought Via here a few times to stargaze, and he was happy to share it with Blitz now.

He turned back towards Blitz to find him halfway through stripping off his shirt. Color rose immediately in his cheeks as he watched the movement of Blitz’s back muscles under his skin. 

Blitz noticed him looking. “Don't get any ideas, birdbrain. I'm not getting grass stains on my ass for you.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, letting the sun warm his back. He really was lovely in the sunlight–the dark gloss of his horns and spines, the striking contrast of white and red–and Stolas couldn't help but stare.

He stroked one finger down Blitz’s spine, slow and deliberate, enjoying the way Blitz relaxed under his touch. Then Stolas just brushed the base of his tail, and he felt him go very still.

Oh? That was something new. He started again, this time tracing from between his shoulder blades to a few inches down his tail. There was no mistaking it this time. The moment he reached it, Stolas heard his breath hitch. 

“Is everything alright, darling?” he asked innocently, one finger still drawing short, delicate lines along his tail's base.

“Yep, fine,” he snapped, too quickly. Stolas fought back a smile. Blitz liked to think of himself as cool and hard to read, keeping his true feelings hidden beneath layers of sarcasm and thoughtlessness. But there were moments when he fell open like a book, secrets exposed to the world. Stolas cherished every one. He drank in the sight of Blitz’s spines lifting along his back, his cheeks flushing faintly, his head tilting just slightly back as Stolas continued to run his hand further down his tail. 

“You know,” he said thoughtfully, his fingers circling around Blitz’s spines, “it makes sense that imp tails would be rather sensitive. I'd never thought of it because my own is just feathers.” Blitz had turned half-around now, watching Stolas with his mouth slightly open.

Happy to have his attention, Stolas lifted Blitz’s tail into his hands and began to wind it between his fingers. “But yours is functional, rather than simply ornamental.”

He could hear Blitz carefully pacing each breath, trying and failing to seem unaffected. Stolas let another few inches slip through his fingers and smiled at the way his next measured inhale became an unsteady gasp. 

“It grasps and curls,” he continued, “it probes and responds.” He reached the very end of Blitz’s tail and gently cupped its pointed barb in his hands.

“It can bristle in anger…” His voice was reverent as he bent his head down.

“...or shiver in ecstasy.” He pressed a kiss to the center of the barb and felt a thrill run through Blitz’s whole body, mirroring the excited flutter of Stolas's heart.

The next thing he felt was his back colliding with the ground as Blitz tackled him. Stolas laughed, his breath only slightly impeded by the imp now straddling his ribcage.

“Fuck you.” He tried to look stern, but he was already fumbling with the buttons of Stolas's shirt.

“Darling, I believe that's your job.”

Blitz’s tail flicked a sharp reprimand against Stolas's thigh. Then he tangled his sun-warmed hands in Stolas's hair feathers and swept him up into a kiss.

#stolas #blitzø #stolitz #helluva boss #helluva fanfiction #my fic

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

Eddie's awesome and super effective step-by-step plan on how to seduce local pretty boy Steve Harrington:

1. Make a good impression on his kids

That was almost too easy. DnD always gets them all.

2. Mentally prepare yourself to become a parental figure to a fuck-ton of kids

After much contemplation and many basketball games between Sinclair and Steve where the latter sweats and takes off his shirt and pours water over his head, I have decided that I am ready for this huge step. I will be the best stepfather those kids have ever had. Besides Steve, of course

3. Ask him out on a date

Should probably figure out step 4 before I do this one. No, this is NOT STALLING OKAY !!!!!!

4. Take him out (ON A DATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Possible date ideas:

Invite him to one of our shows

Go Are you stupid? Haven't you seen how many times that boy has been hit in the head? and you want to invite him to a place with LOUD MUSIC and FLASHING LIGHTS?!

...God?

No. This is your fbi agent.

Ohhhh. Am I a wanted man? 😏

You are a risk to the public safety after what happened this summer. And after watching you attempt and fail to lick your own elbow for over an hour to prove a point to a kid half your age, and also seeing you fail so miserably while trying to plan a date, I am convinced that that was the correct choice by the US Government.

First of all: I knew that you weren't God be

stop showing me your tongue. I can see you through the camera. Cause he would definitely be a huge Corroded Coffin fan. Second of all, don't fucking inter

You can't stop me, and you are clearly dependent on my help. Rupt me. Asshole. And third: leave my Docs alone?! a) I can think better with lists. b) This is also where I save

most of your music, I know. I fix some verses sometimes to give it a better flow

I KNEW THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG

You're welcome. I don't even ask that you credit me. Now please, calm down. You have time to throw your tantrum later. Right now we have a date to plan. In the time I have gotten to know you, I have become concerningly invested in your relationship with the Harrington boy. And my partner also agrees.

Hello. I am the FBI Agent assigned to our current target Steve Harrington.

Uhm, mister agent. You are aware that I meant take out in the DATING sense and not in the KILLING sense, right?! Wait, you know what, let me go clarify it real quick.

A clarification is not needed.

He's going to do it anyway. He never listens.

Sounds like someone I know. Back to our *romantic* target. I can tell you that Steve Harrington wishes nothing more than to live a domestic life in a comfortable home with the person he loves and a truly impressive amount of kids. And a dog.

HAVE YOU SEEN HOW I FUCKING LIVE?! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BUY HIM A WHOLE-ASS HOUSE?!?!OAJFJWJF

Although I am not technically assigned to you, you and my responsibility spend so much time together, that I have indeed had ample of time to thoroughly inspect your residence, yes.

In fact, me and my partner oftentimes take turns watching over the both of you at once

WHY ARE YOU TELLING HIM THIS. IF BOSS FINDS OUT WE WILL BOTH HAVE TO WORK FULLTIME AGAIN

Calm down, we are already breaking the rules by directly interacting with out target. So, whenever you and Steve watch a movie or cuddle or sleep in the same bed or go to the record shop together even though you both have completely opposite taste in music or s why are you looking like this Eddie.

FUCK WE REALLY DO ALL THAT, DON'T WE?!?!?!

Yes.

Yes.

BUT THESE......THESE ARE ALL.....THESE ARE ALL GREAT DATE ACTIVITIES AREN'T THEY?!?!

Yes, since both of you have a romantic interest in each other I would say that these activities could be considered a date.

Now you understand why we are so invested in your relationship? Aaaaaand he's run off.

But. But he has to delete this document. Nobody can never know of this severe breachment.

Wait true! Fuck! EDDIE MUNSON GET BACK HERE FOR A SECOND

EDDIE MUNSON!!

@weirdandabsurd42

@spicysix

@alliecat523 (ik u don't go here but u did interact with the post so)

#this is so stupid actually sigh #i saw the google docs video and my mind immediately went to fbi agent communicates with eddie through docs #(sorry again for the misinformation) #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things drabble #steddie drabble

[beesmygod]

BLOODBORNE LORE Q+A PART 5: BOSSES

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

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THE HUNTER ASKS:

there IS a connection! where queen yharnam can be found, so can her shadows! they're HER shadows, not the shadows of the city. this is a reasonable inference given they have low poly pthumerian faces under the hoods. i brightened the shit out of this screencap to make it easy to see.

the boss version is found right before you run into her (or, really, one of her projections*) in the moonside lake and the others right before we bump into her on our way to deal with mergo.

*this is some speculation but its not without backing. the real queen yharnam can summon two ghostly clones of herself who can be distinguished from the real one because they are not pregnant. the one you meet before mergo poofs like the ones she summons during her fight if you hit her.

they do suck tho. kind of a shitty fight. if youre a confederate and you summon henryk its not even fair. something DID happen in development tho. lance macdonald, who does a lot of bloodborne datamining that whips ass, recently posted a comprehensive history of this bastard: the snake ball

despite the shadows of yharnam sucking ass and being one of the weaker boss fights, i seriously think this looks way worse and it was a good idea to cut it. if i reached the end of this notoriously grueling and miserably boring level full of literally nothing but snakes just to be served another, bigger snake i would become saint patrick irl. at least they pretended it wasnt snakes at first with the current fight lol.

i dont really get the snake infestation thing. like its there and there's the whole madras twins story or whatever. but it doesnt really seem to have any attribution to any outside force. it just seems like its some shit that happens in yharnam. sucks. maybe this is supposed to be another example of the line between man and beast blurring, like the note in byrgenwerth.

THE HUNTER ASKS:

lol i love this question. i have no idea. how tf does he know its name is paarl. it sure as shit didnt tell him. "vacuous rom" at least comes from micolash but i dont know how you would know it before that. how does the hunter know its a spider. how does the hunter know ebrietas is a girl. the insane confidence to decide that mergo's wet nurse is a wet nurse is unfathomable.

i saw someone on reddit call logarius "gary" and i thought that was very disrespectful. does that help.

THE HUNTER ASKS:

i think so! not a lot of info on those guys. i appreciate their existence tho. they have a sick hat you can steal.

i guess i don't really understand how fire works in the bloodborne universe, really. laurence's burning body could be read as metaphorical but none of the fires in yharnam go out easily. old yharnam is still burning, somehow. some pthumerican enemies can cast hadoukens for no reason, for example: the pthumerian elder, those chalice dungeon enemies that look like the chapel dweller, the keeper of the old lords and their horrible dog, the shadows of yharnam............lady maria..........!

the only one i can think of that breaks this pattern are the beast possessed soul and the loran cleric who tries to kill you IRL by lighting your PS4 on fire with his AOE attack. i know i post this all the time but please watch this 30 second clip of this asshole casting nuclear winter on this poor hunter

genuinely no clue on this. fire cleanses or whatever but other than that its a mysterious force in universe that behaves oddly.

THE HUNTER ASKS:

i believe so! she's at least a cainhurst knight if her outfit is anything to go by. its such a good fight. her song on the OST is a waltz and its like they created the fight around keeping time.

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i should cut this here. next time i can focus entirely on rom/mensis/the one reborn, etc. almost done. that post will probably be long tho.

but everyone is so wrong about what happened so you have to deal with it.

I GOT A LOT OF PROBLEMS WITH YOU PEOPLE

#bloodborne #long post/ #lore #Youtube

[obscure-imaginations]

Mercer Frey NSFW headcanons. Long post below, 18+ only. Reader is gender neutral and no actual genital descriptions are used, just vague things.

Trigger warnings for: Vague mentions of trauma, sex things, kinky stuff, knives, singular mention of watersports

Mirrored on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45678733

-If you've managed to get Mercer Frey to bed you, you're doing something right. Don't worry, he's not going to kill you- he has many more methods that aren't as... vulnerable.

-Most of the time, Mercer repulsed by sex and affection. Something about it doesn't sit right with him. On his good days, be plain in asking if he wants to have sex. He hates beating around the bush, and it's the easiest way to get consent. As your relationship develops, he'll be a bit more, ah, kind about his rejections. They'll turn into "not right now" instead of snapping about how he doesn't "have time for these shenanigans!"

-His experiences are limited. Most of the action Mercer has gotten has been from sex workers, but it's few and far between. Not quite his taste, he does just fine with his hand. However, he's a quick learner. Be straightforward in what feels good, what you like, what you don't like, and so on. He hates guessing games.

-Presuming it’s early in your relationship, please be gentle. Nothing hardcore- for now. Don’t be surprised if he needs to take a minute every once in a while to take a few deep breaths. Sex, and furthermore, a relationship, is new for him, and can easily be overwhelming. Don’t pressure him into doing something, don’t take his “no”s personal, and be patient.

-Now, to the juicy bits! Mercer may be an ‘old man’, but he’s still got it in him. He’s strong, and has no problem pinning you to something or tossing you onto a bed. He has impeccable self-control, and can last for quite a while. Mercer’s refractory period is a bit longer due to age, but if you need more, teach him how to get more use out of his fingers and tongue. Lock picking and fancy words aren’t the only things this thief is capable of.

-His penis is nicely sized, good to fill you up but nothing over-the-top. His girth only makes a little trouble, but lubricating oils will make the process easier.

-At first, he’s awful at aftercare. He’s not an asshole about it, it’s just that he doesn’t know what to do. Help him by guiding him on what you need, and suggest to get some advice from Brynjolf. You’ll always remember the face he pulled when you said that…

-After building up trust, he’ll slowly ease into harder, kinkier things. He’ll start simple- a hand around your throat, slapping your ass, biting. Then he gets to explore more of his kinks with you. What fun! He’s a dominant type who prefers to top. He doesn’t want to be penetrated, but that’s not the only fun there’s to be had!

-Here’s some ideas of what he’s into: marking/claiming, impact, knife play (refer to point 1), oil play, light BDSM, pet play, power exchange, dacryphilia, praise, degredation, edging, overstimulation, slight humiliation, begging. 

-As is his lifestyle, he’s rough. He can’t really help it- his life has been shitty and he’s not used to softness. However, despite what he says, he’ll do what makes you happy. If he’s got you over his lap and your ass is quite raw, and you whimper about it hurting, he’ll snap “It’s supposed to hurt!” but ease his slaps into gentle caresses. If you complain about his thrusts being too rough, he’ll growl out “too damn bad” but slow down. This is the only time where Mercer will not say what he means- hypocrite. But don’t say anything about it!

-Eventually, he can learn to be soft. Early in the relationship, he was still quite rough, even if it wasn’t anything hardcore. He’ll murmur praise into your ear, only you can hear it. You’re so good for him, so sweet, so nice to let him do these things to you and still have the guts to ask for more.

-Yes, he likes seeing you flustered from his praise, but he needs it, too. Tell him how big he is, how his cock fills you up just right, like he was made to fuck you. Tell him how strong he is, how much you love it when he manhandles you. When you’re in the relationship for a decent while, moan out how much you love him and he’ll do whatever you want. Mercer is starved for words of affirmation.

-Mercer will definitely be interested in BDSM protocols. Nothing major, you’re both busy people, but little things. Kneel for him when he gets home, offer to cockwarm him when he brings home paperwork, things like that. 

-Building on that, he’s into petplay. In Riftweald Manor (not the guild, for fuck’s sake!), be good puppy and lay at his feet while he works on paperwork. Let him clip on a leash and walk you to the kitchen where he’ll have you sit at his side and beg for your food. He’ll feed you bits of his meal from his hands, until you’re full. Then he’ll walk you back upstairs and give you a good fuck for being his good puppy. His praise kink is definitely shown here, he’ll almost constantly be calling you his good puppy and his good boy/girl (depending on your preference).

-The Guildmaster, despite slinging insults like rocks, isn’t too much into degradation. It’s more like mean praise. “My slut” and “good whore” is more his speed.

-However, Mercer very much enjoys humiliation. He’ll mock your whines when he edges you, he talks about fucking you in front of the Guild (just dirty talk, he’s a private man), he’ll laugh if you struggle to get out of any bonds he puts you in. If you’re into any sort of watersports, that’s the prime time to get him to humiliate you.

-Mercer greatly enjoys seeing tears run down your face. Whether from fucking your throat or giving you so many orgasms you can’t stand it, he’ll gently wipe them from your eyes and tell you to get over it. He may be mean, but he’ll never be so mean that you cry… unless the overstimulation makes him mean to you.

-Mercer will make you beg for what you want and then not give it to you… not at first, at least. He loves hearing how much you need him and responding with “But I’m right here, love.” as he expertly avoids sticking his cock in your needy hole. Going back to the praise kink, he wants to feel wanted. Talk about how you need his big cock and him to hold you down and he’ll be more accepting of your requests.

-With marking you up, he’s an expert. He loves seeing the results of a play session on you afterwards, especially if it’s on you for a week or so. Not to dip into any angst in a smut post, but he needs that reassurance that something is *his*, just as equally as he is yours.

-Knife play doesn’t get too rough. He likes you shuddering as he runs it over your skin, or when you gasp as he cuts clothing off of you. He’s more hesitant with marking you, but enough talking about it can get him to warm up to it. Any marks will be light, only on you for a few days. Mercer always has healing supplies at the ready.

-After a play session, once he’s taken care of you, he likes it when you rub his back and shoulders. His posture is horrible from his brooding and any massaging you do helps ease the pain. Grab some massage oil if you want another round.

-Once he’s had a nice ‘what is aftercare’ chat with Brynjolf, Mercer is a master of cleaning up the mess he’s made you into. Healing potions, water tankards, and snacks are prepared beforehand. Everything in his house is expensive so you don’t have to worry about the quality of his furs when you get cold. He’ll run a bath for you if that’s what you need. Don’t worry, this guy takes care of you.

#mercer frey #mercer frey x reader #skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #tes v #tes v skyrim #tes skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #tes 5 #tes 6 #the elder scrolls 5 #tes 5 skyrim #elder scrolls skyrim #thieves guild #mercer frey smut

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

You should be with me

Request by anon.

Hi queen, I’ve been reading all your writing and I think you’re amazing! I have a little angsty idea I think might be good Idk maybe reader x eddie where she is also part of the hellfire club and she and eddie get into a fight/discussion because of something, maybe cause her character gets killed off hahaha.

💞💕

Unfortunately, I don't know enough about d&d to write a whole game or killing off a character so I took a different route for the fight. I hope you don't mind anon 🙂💕

Warnings; Angst, fighting, making up. Fluff 💕

The current D&D campaign was forgotten. A rarity in the Hellfire Club but a far more interesting scene was taking place.

Y/n couldn't believe how much of a dick Eddie was being. For all his talk about accepting people for who they were, he was full of such shit at times.

"I can't believe you agreed to go out with Daniel". Eddie hisses, his brown eyes are flashing wildly and he's as pissed off as she is.

Since she told the Hellfire Club at lunch about Danny asking her out Eddie had been an asshole.

"I haven't even said yes yet Eddie! You are being such a dick. Danny is so sweet he's nothing like Jason or the rest of his cronies".

Eddie swears under his breath and narrows his eyes at her. "You are so naive. Jason put him up to this I guarantee it. He's plotting something y/n".

Dustin and a few of the other guys groan and her anger reaches fever pitch. "That's the only reason you can think of why someone would want to date me!".

Eddie is silent because she knows he's not that dumb. He won't make things worse...

"Well yeah". She gapes and Lucas whispers shit under his breath.

Her heart breaks just a little bit because secretly she's always hoped Eddie would be the one who would ask her on a date but evidently it is a concept he finds disgusting.

"You're an asshole, Eddie Munson". She shouts and Eddie's eyes widen in panic and before he can say anything else she leaves sobbing.

💞

She avoids Eddie the next day still heartbroken over what he said and she really wants to about Hellfire tonight but it's an emergency meeting and as a member she has to attend.

Why did Eddie have to be so mean? Break her heart? Was it because she wasn't pretty like Chrissy Cunningham?

Or was she that repulsive to him?

Whatever the reason she was feeling like shit and kept her head down when it was time to head to Hellfire.

Once again though the campaign derails because the tension between her and Eddie was intense and he kept trying to catch her eye constantly.

"Princess please look at me. You have to let me explain what I meant yesterday". He pleads to her and she scoffs.

"It was pretty clear Eddie. I'm not pretty like Chrissy Cunningham, the cheerleaders". He shakes his head in frustration and stands up walking towards her.

"I didn't mean that at all. I should have explained myself clearly. Was going to until you run off. I think you're beautiful princess, even more than Chrissy or the other cheerleaders".

Slowly the pain she feels ebbs away slowly but she still doesn't understand why he acted the way he did.

"I was jealous. He admits softly because you shouldn't be with Daniel. You should be with me but shit I can hardly compare to a rich, popular athlete can I?".

Oh, Eddie... She cups his cheeks.

"You're such a dingus. There is no comparison because I'll always choose you".

His whole face lights up and he tugs her to him and kisses her.

It's mind-blowing. When he releases her they both exchange shy little smiles.

"Tell that douchebag that there isn't going to be any date. You're mine now princess and I have no intention of letting his slimy hands anywhere near you". Nodding she kisses him again and cuddles into his chest.

She's on cloud nine throughout the whole campaign.

❤

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst #eddie x y/n

[slumber-lexifer]

A horrible nightmare

(Warning self harm and yandere tendency and gn)

you having a horrible nightmare you wakeup screaming crying, it alerted the yanderes roomates Melcome breaks the door down with his tall body in his thinking the worst has happene he definitely broke the lock.

Melcome shouts "what's wrong are you hurt?" Melcome he looked around Peter Falls out of the closet in a panic to by your side "ouch!" Peter gets up brushing off "y/n are you ok-" they walk over to your bed and trip as something grab there leg Pete hits the floor with a thump,Jeff under the bed crawling out to comfort you before pete,while Peter lying on the floor again with wind knocked out of them he groan,

Jeff gets up and sits on your bed, it diping with there weight, he reaches out to hold your hand, fingers interlocking he kissed your hand gently,he looks into your eyes, trying to comfort you with his words "it's ok dearest l should of comforted you when you were having the nightmare l thought with the heavy breathing you were having a good dream~" Peter gets back up sitting at the end of the bed "you don't have to be scared my beloved lm here for you open and all~"he rubbing your legs soothingly ontop the blanket.

Melcome pushed them away, to get close to you stroking your head with his big hands, you heard footsteps running it was alex he ran into room and tackle you in a hug he had teary eyes"lm so sorry l was late l should of been here first what if someone broke in and hurt you!" You patting there back to comfort them now,and there was knock out the window it was brox was looking through the window his bedroom is next to yours, Peter walks over and shuts the curtains in spite he sighs, brox bengs gently but leave to crawl back into his window and walk in you room were you are he standsat the foot of the bed "my love are you okay you frightened me with your screaming"

Alex spoke up softly "hay maybe we should get y/n a hot chocolate or tea to calm you down?"He looks at you smiling lovingly soft smile

Melcome nods "that a good idea l can cradle you on the couch as we wait." they all glare at him You spoke "no it's ok l can walk and stand" you get up and walk out your room its late and dark you can't see a thing alex walks to kitchen with no problem not walking into anything in the dark like he's done it a thousand times, he turns on the kitchen light,you flinchand hiss at the lights as blinded you for a bit,everyone had followed behind you in the kitchen Jeff next to you with there hand on you,as Melcome was making tea for you it was calm a rarity with there clashing at each other Yandere tendency,they won't kill each other just slash at each other, not kill they come to a agreement a truce anyone but your roomates are a threat.

Jeff mumble"hay if you scared to sleep you always join me do you want to join me" clearly all the yanderes heard it grab there attention they want you in there bed to.

Alex whining "no sleep with me please l have the softest pillow-"

Brox butted in "alex your tiny like your bed they perfer to sleep with me in a comfy clean bed that doesn't have weird stains and blood"

Peter scoffed "really brox you l don't think y/n here wants someone grinding on them in there sleep" brox ignores Pete,

Melcome coughs making the tea everyone else is distracted to do that for y/n he looks at Peter "Peter really how scrouny you are you won't keep them warm not like me lm plump and warm l actually have body heat to produce and oh how y/n fits in my arms" he said in deep sotinhing cunning voice, he glares at Peter walks off to his room to grab his baseball bat as threat display, he comes back next to Jeff, glares at Melcome Jeff not liking how close Peter is with his baseball bat he grabs his pocket knife in a precaution,

the two siblings alex and brox at he each other throats,they grabbed the kitchen knives alex shouting at his older brother "l keep my by bed clean unlike you with y/n underwear in your pillow case you asshole!" Brox laughs "oh like you don't do the same your actual pathetic when you didn't arrive quick enough for y/n you busy curving hearts in your skin it's revolting to y/n!"alex is upset furious "lm showing my dedication unlike you l don't make y/n feel unlove l actually carve there name and my undying love for them in my skin as permanent reminder" all the yanderes distracted except Jeff leaning down whispering in you ear "who do you want sleep with for comfort with you tonight my darling~" you been standing in the middle of there fights anxious sweating cause they all have there weapons out,Jeff whispered again "would you rather me darling or the others choose your poison.~"he spoke in seductive purr like voice.

#my art #oc #yandere #yandere oc #yandere blurb #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #tw: yandere #my oc roomates #yandere roomates

[popquizhot-shot]

Rasmalai juice staining her lips

Marc/Steven/Jake x fem!Desi!reader

Warning: racism, fights with mom, desi education system, crying, use of gaalis.

Tagging: @lil-stark @just-laufeyson @winter-moony @luvsersi @idli-dosa @directioner5life @fangirlwithasweettooth @uglyasswoman @navs-bhat

The bangles aren't what attract his attention, nor is it the fact that you're wearing a kurta in the heat and listening to ghazals.

It's the bliss on your face as your head falls back in satisfaction after eating your weekly bowl of rasmalai.

It's the way the juice is dripping from your lips.

He wants to kiss it off.

"Jake? Anything wrong?" you ask him, your lovely thick eyebrows furrowed as you lick your lips.

He just shakes his head, enamored at the fact that someone like you even gives a single shit about him. He understands why you love Steven, the guy was sunshine incarnate. And Marc, who showed his love often and communicated his feelings openly.

But him? What made him special?

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice your hand come closer to cup his face, the cold glass bangle shaking him out of his thoughts.

His heart began to beat faster as you smiled, coming closer. Your fingers lightly dancing over his face, tracing the contours of his nose, smoothening his furrowed brow, softly rubbing his cheek bones.

"You have no idea how much I love you, huh?" you murmured.

He scoffed slightly, trying not to blush. You huffed out a laugh.

"Pichi."(idiot) and then you kissed him, lips tasting of rasmalai. Bangles jingling as your hands moved to his hair, tugging lightly. Your chunni was discarded.

The ghazals kept playing as you stared at each other, getting lost in each other as you had so many times before. Your kohl-lined eyes, were looking at him with so much love he was taken aback. He didn't need anymore reassurance.

----

He is supposed to be the calm one out of the three.

Yet he can't help but feel his blood boil when he sees you crying.

As he cups your face and makes you look at him, his heart breaks at the tear stains and the smudged kohl, which was always immaculate. Your lips are wobbling as you mumble incoherently.

"Baby, what happened?" he asks softly.

" Oh Marc, my boss, that harami.(asshole)" was all you managed to say before pulling him into a hug and sobbing into his chest.

"Oh baby, it's okay. You need to calm down. Do you want Steven to front?"

You shake your head, "Na na, it's okay. Koi bath nahi.(it's nothing)"

He smiles comfortingly, "Want some chai?"

He nearly laughs at the way your eyes light up as you nod.

A few minutes later, after you've washed your face and calmed down, he asks you again, "What did your boss do?"

You sigh, "He's one suar ka aulaad(son of a pig). You know how many nights I've stayed up late, finishing his reports for him, doing his work, and then doing my own work to the best of my ability. I'm one of the best writers in the team and I was so sure I would get the promotion, arey(used to show exasperation) everyone else was expecting me to get it. But that white piece of shit gave the promotion to Micheal, who didn't do a single thing. And when I asked him about it, all he said was that Micheal deserved it more because he was born here and he would benefit from it as a citizen of this country. Like, what shit is that? I don't deserve a promotion for all the shit I've done for him, and because I'm Hindustani? Somehow that doesn't click."

He clenches his jaw, "That jerk."

You nod and stand up, "Kutta.(Dog) I refuse to be made to feel small because of where I'm from. Arey, what right does that haramzaade(bastard) have? To state that me being Indian is a good enough reason to give MY promotion, the one I worked my ass off for, to some white dude who doesn't even lift a finger?"

"He has no right, baby. No right at all." he stands and takes your hands, pulling you into a hug, "Want me to teach him a lesson?"

You nod against his chest, "Don't let Jake kill him, please."

He chuckles, kissing your hair.

"Oh!" you pull back and reach into your bag on the table. You pull out a box and open the top to reveal sweets of all kinds.

"Found a good Indian store and I just had to buy these! They look just like Nani's." (nani means maternal grandmother)

He smiles as you take one out and cup your hand under it, moving to feed him a bite. His mouth is rewarded with a burst of flavour that leaves him wanting more.

"Nice, na?" you wink.

He swears he's never loved you more.

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"Ma, no. Please understand what I'm trying to say! How am I disrespecting you? I never raised my voice once! Please just listen!"

Steven has met your mom over video chat a few times, and she's one of the sweetest women he's ever seen. And yet, this very woman is the reason his love his currently trying not to scream into a pillow.

"Amma, just-. Look, you're in a bad mood, I'll call you later when you've calmed down." you cut the call and groan into your palm.

He slowly makes his way to the sofa where you're currently seated and plops down beside you.

"Lovey..what happened? Why was mum upset?" he asks.

"Nothing, jaan. She gets into one of her moods and expects me to remain in a good one because she's elder and she supposedly is never wrong and all that shit. All the elders in our family, except my nani are like that. Being elder makes you right, being younger makes you wrong, and if you think otherwise, you'll get a slap."

"Oh, lovey. I'm so sorry." he pulls you into a hug.

"Tell me what to do, Steven." you choke out, " I mean, one time she's the sweetest mother on Earth and the next she's like some fire-breathing dragon. She's the one who told me to pursue what I want, everytime I bitched about the education system back at home. She's the one who gave me chai everytime I dozed off during studying history. Gandhi sucks by the way. She cares for me, she loves me, i know that. And yet, if she loves me, why do I feel like this everytime we have a conversation?"

"Lovey, you know your mum better than I do. It sucks that she's like that. But you have to understand that all her life, she's probably been treated the same way you're being treated right now, she's would have felt the exact same way after every disagreement with your nani. Talk to her when she's calm, explain your situation. I know it hurts, baby. It'll be okay." he kisses your forehead.

"Oi Hoi, you've become quite the clever man, meri jaan. Thank you, thank you for being so understanding, so caring." you kiss him lightly and rest your forehead against his.

"Can we dance?" he asks after a few moments.

You grin, reaching for your phone and playing that one song that he's become obsessed with. The one from the Bollywood movie. You move slowly in tandem. Snorts of laughter coming from him when you trip over a discarded pair of chappals.

As the music intensifies, the both of you spin and crash into each other. Your jhumka's swing and your bangles jingle. Your kurta flies as he spins you in the air and kisses you.

Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta hein, yaara, mein kya karu. (I see god in you, my love, what should I do)

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They're speechless.

She's looking so pretty. Jake coos.

Damn right, mate. Steven agrees.

Your lehenga is a dark green, gold embroidery on the shawl, and blouse. Your hands have mehendi on them, your lips tinted. Your eyes lined with kohl, you're wearing your signature jhumkas. The smile on your face as you look away shyly almost makes him fall flat on his face.

"Baby" he takes a step closer, the sherwani your mom gifted him matching with yours, "You look so lovely. Wow."

"Aw, thanks Marc. You look amazing as well."

Shut up and kiss her! Jake shouts

No, it'll ruin her lipstick! Steven protests.

He settles for taking her hand in his and kissing her palm.

"I'm going to marry you someday." he confessed.

Hell yeah!

"I can't wait." you smile, "I love you."

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reaer #marc spector #steven grant #steven grant x desi!reader #marc spector x desi!reader #jake lockley x desi!reader #desi!reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader #marvel #desibr

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e17 red meat (w. robert berens, andrew dabb)

have a vague idea this episode is gonna be difficult to watch, didn't have the emotional fortitude to watch it last night

well, sam getting shot in the cold open sure would do it.

DEAN All right, well, we make a call and we put somebody on it. SAM Yeah, but... [He sighs, closes his laptop and looks at Dean]. We'll get him back. DEAN How? SAM I... I don't know. But we'll figure it out.

i feel like an asshole but i'm like, are we talking about cas? dunno what other dude he'd be distraught over. maybe it's my total lack of emotional connection with the character but i'm just very ???? literally whatever i'm expecting they're feeling about him, i'm always wrong. broken record on that.

s11e17 / s8e23

reminded of that little smile dean gave sam when he was wrapping his hand in the church. and it reminds me of being with my mom when she was dying in the hospital. we're gonna smile and be so positive and softer than we normally would, but also try to keep it light. (i'm not sure i have the emotional fortitude for this tonight either)

not quite sure i'll ever have it to watch sam die like this. this is awful. trying to talk myself into just finishing so i don't end up crying for an extended period of time today and another day.

BILLIE It's cute, though. You pretending you're trying to save Sam for the greater good, when we both know you're doing it for you. You can't lose him.

just saw this line in an edit recently and thought it was attributed to Death, no wonder i didn't remember it.

DEAN I'm asking you... I'm begging you, please. Bring him back. Bring him back and take me instead. BILLIE I'm not here to bargain with you, kid. I'm here to reap you. And the kicker is... Sam's not dead.

here's where i'm never happy with anything. despite the unhinged love and commitment of it all, this all is really veering into emotional torture porn for me. how can we make it the worst. and then a little worse on top of that. except instead of making me irritated, i'm just more sad and want it to be over. maybe this is one i won't be able to appreciate until i have some distance.

DEAN Michelle, this is gonna be very hard. But you will be okay. And, eventually... eventually you'll get back to normal. MICHELLE No, I won't. They said I could leave an hour ago. But... where am I even supposed to go? After everything we survived together... I watched the man I love die. There's no normal after that.

not sure what this pointed zoom into dean making the sad puppy face is about. we know he can't be normal when sam dies, he knows it too?? does he remember that year with lisa and ben? and now he has the threat of not only losing sam, that sam won't be waiting for him in heaven or anywhere else if he does die.

well, fortunately we have the production draft of the script linked in the wiki for this one so actually can get answer

so i mean.. ok. both watched their husbands die is what we're saying

DEAN So, that's it, huh? Two quarts O-neg, and you're good to go.

i thought we were treating abdominal gunshot wounds like the serious emergency they are but i guess not

SAM Hey, so, what did you do? When you thought I was dead? What did you do? DEAN Thought about redecorating your room [Sam chuckles], you know, putting in a Jacuzzi, a nice disco ball... really class up the joint. SAM Right, seriously. DEAN What, I, uh... I knew you weren't dead. SAM Right. DEAN I knew.

so i mean. sam not buying that, clearly. wonder if dean ever tells him

should remember to check for a script next time i have wonderings about what they're trying to convey with their faces (went to check if they had 11x11 because i was curious about that whole pining line, but wiki doesn't have one linked)

tonal shift after the like.. heavy focus on sam (mostly) dying very... graphic in swimming around in the pain and slow death and almost-murder of it all and then we're having dean kill himself (briefly) to try to take sam's place with no consideration of repercussions, to hey dude we saved (and tried to kill sam) is a werewolf and he changed and he's gonna punch through this cop's chest cavity in a pretty silly manner. so no moral quandary killing him either, look at that. weird. anyway, the woman who played michelle was really good in those emotional scenes

i'm wiped out.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 11x17 #robert berens #andrew dabb

[xeelaa]

One, two

Japanese= bold and underlined

English= normal writing

Warning gore, swearing, death, violence

sound = ​​​​​​marked by * 

"Wake up!" Yelled a stranger "I don't want to" a f/c hair girl mumbled "(name) you have school today!" The stranger yells when hearing this the f/c hair shot up and almost yelled " mom please, get out so I can get dressed! Please." "Fine but you only have 10 minutes left or you will be late for school" her mom said calmly and walked out as soon as she closed the door (name) got off from her bed and ran to the closet "no...no...no" she whispered while going through her closet it was (name) first day of school she was 18 and on the

verge of college "found it!" (Name) yells pulling a outfit it was dress about knee length  she also had black gloves that went up to her wrist. (Name) and her mom moved to Japan a month ago in the summer after her dad had died from cancer in a London on Christmas it had all ready moved on to the end of spring when her mom had the idea of

moving to another country to start new and (name) asked if they could to move to Japan jokingly and her mom said sure. "It is time go!" (Name) mom yelled "all right" (name) says while slipping on her shoe she had all ready put the other shoe she ran up to her mom and gave her a quick hug and said "love you, have a good day and goodbye!" (name) yells while running out of the house while walking to the school she put her headphones in and played her playlist and looked at apps like Facebook and restaurants near for dinner tonight and when she looked up to cross the road she saw a kid running across on a red light but some driver didn't see the light or kid panicking she shoved her phone in her dress pocket and ran shoving the kid out of the road on the streets not wanting the kid to see her soon fate she screams while running "close your eye tight and cover them wit- she looks back at the truck and squeezed her eyes closed tightly and to her surprise

it was only bump 'did they see me?' (Name) thought "what the fuck were you thinking! You almost killed a kid you asshole!" (name) screams at them while walking to the sidewalk to ask the kid if they were hurt and that she was sorry for push them but when the kid looked back their

eyes were terrified and started crying and looked grossed out while saying "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" that was all he could get out and kept repeating it "hey it is ok" (name) says with a smile until she hear screaming and sirens when she looked back at the road and looked down her mangled body land there her arms were broken and scrambled in places it shouldn't bend, one of her legs was Crushed under the truck's wheel while the other leg had cuts and her

stomach was all bloody with shard in it that must have broken off of the truck's front, her head was fine but had a scar across her eye it would leave scar but she shouldn't be blind in her eye "did I die..?" She asked but no one heard her "hello.? Please answer." She ask even if they didn't hear her she started to tear up "please..?" (Name) went on and looked down at her hands which were clean unlike herself on the road who had blood everywhere, her dress was clean her other self in the road had holes and blood mixed with gravel, dirt on it "why? Please no." She kept going when her hands started doing something rather odd "what?" Her hands where starting to get bloody and rot while turning into thin air " no...no..no! NO! NO!" She screamed until she fainted not from yelling no, no it was because when she was yelling someone or something came up behind her and knocked her out.

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(name) started to wake up and slowly but surely opening her eyes to see a universe of pure white, it was like space but no planes no stars no nothing or anything just you and a Void of whiteness "hello!" (name) yelled into the void 'is this heaven or hell?' (Name) wondered "umm..." (name) was starting to get annoyed but after waiting 15-20 minutes she had started to get a headache the longer she was there the stronger it got until it got the point it felt like her head was going to explode "Hello!?" (name) screams getting angry and inpatient "bring me anywhere but here! Please!" She waited a few moments to see if anything happened nothing happened "damn it!" She hissed, her headache was getting worse to the point it was hard stay awake eventually she was at the point she had enough and gave up and fainted right there. "Finally I thought she would never going to 'sleep' " 

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Name was wearing the same dress from the 'incident' but clean though she didn't have her shoes just her socks when she was opening her eyes to this like blurred place like when your in the your car and you look down out of a window and everything is zooming by "what the fuck?" (Name) says to herself when she looked to the right she saw the same thing as what she saw earlier but in a second or two she saw this room like but before she could make out what she saw she passed it but she thinks she saw a person in it then she saw something familiar " wait am I going in circles? Why can't I just land somewhere!?" She asked but no one heard her. Thinking of a plan sense she is obviously not going to land any time soon after waiting a moment she moved in mid air well she did a little air swim to the left wall and when she was close enough she reached her leg to it and kicked off it

when the room showed up again and right as she put her hands in front of her face to protect herself from the crash she saw someone or something finally noticing her *crash* she had a ruff landing when she came to the floor "why the fuck is human here?" A male like voice says (name) slowly looks up to the voice it was a man with pink hair bright bold yellow eyes with word engraved but (name) didn't know what it said, he had a Pink vest and white pants that went down to his knees and for shoes well he didn't exactly have shoes but he had pink beads on it, he didn't exactly have a shirt "hey, what the fuck are you doing here?" The man asked crouching down to be somewhat level with (name) who was still on the floor "uh?" (Name) said with a confused look "don't make me say it again " he said getting aggressive "I'm sorry I don't know what you're saying" 'okay, okay where have you possibly heard this language..? Come on (name) think' (name) thought herself "what the fuck? Are you a foreigner?" he asked 'wait umm I think I know is it Japanese.' She guest as if she was answering a question she didn't exactly know in front of the class. The two words she know in Japanese is da(snake, like a rattle snake that you can see in a dessert) and niji(rainbow, like the rainbow you see on a rainy day) niji was her favorite because it was fun to say. Then her memories hit her like a train "holy shit! I'm supposed to be dead!" (name) yells while grabbing

her head "is this a dream! Oh, my god is this hell!?" (Name) continue yelling but she stop and looked down at her arm and pinched herself "okay this is not a dream" "okay I don't know what that was for but the other upper moons are going to be here soon so you better start talking" he snared at her "I am all ready here Akaza" another man says, he had Blonde hair with pitch black drips from the top of his hair down to the middle and a blood red circle where the black drip begin with rainbow eyes and also had words in them with a sly grin ​​​and he had a long sleeve shirt and white pants in his hand was a golden fan with a flower in grave. "now what beautiful lady you have here Akaza may I ask why?" "is that your name? Akaza right?" (name) asked "that is right his name is Akaza~" the new man says with a mischievous grin "you speak English!" "Yes I do, now how did you get here?" "Oh, umm" (name) mumbles "you know what I going to leave" "I don't think you will~" he says with a terrifying smirk "I do now good bye" (name) does a quick bow in respect and ran for it looking around for a door when in the corner of her eye she saw the rainbow eyes man and Akaza were on her sides in a second so she stopped in her tracks and went to the door on her right and went inside it the man smile grow wider and started laughing like a insane person "you can try to hide and run but it is useless" "okay Douma you can stop speaking that gibber " Akaza says getting annoyed not being able to understand "Oh? But I am just starting though~" Douma says while walking to the door.

*****with (name)*****

(Name) slammed the door behind her her eyes darted at the door to look for a lock "what kind of door doesn't have a fucking lock?!" (Name) yells but when she turned around to see the room she saw a man sitting he had a pony tale that went down and was barelZy not touching the floor and his hair was black with red ends he had a Purple kimono on and she was thinking she going crazy but she saw 3 pairs of eyes "okay not creepy at all" (name) says "hey um sir do you mind if I stay in here with you?" (Name) asks while sitting against the door to keep it shut "you may" he says "thank you and I am L/n (name)" she says but he keeps quite *bang!* (name) had tensed up and held the door closed tighter "why isn't there a fucking lock" (name) mumbles under her breath, something or someone had hit the door it had made a a fist size hole "Akaza don't hit the door that hard you are going to break it" Douma says to Akaza then looks back at the door then looked through the hole and brought his fist up a started knocking "open the door please" he says but got no answer "I know you are in there I hear you breathing and mumbling" after hearing this (name) eyes widen and she held her breath "hey, you don't need to pretend your

are not there, hey Kokushibo can you grab her please~" Douma asked with venom spitting out of his mouth "can't you do it" Kokushibo says to Douma "yes, I can but what fun is that~" "fine" Kokushibo answers while standing up and walking towards (name) "umm, wow you people are really tall anyways I know it is may business but what were you talking about?" Finally opening his eyes he see (name) slowly standing up against the door enough for Douma to see her through the hole "oh, there you are I knew you were in there. You aren't exactly good at hiding or running away" he tells you with a grin "shut it" "oh? What is with the attitude?" Douma asked with his grin widening it to a smirk sending goose bumps up her arms she slowly took a baby step forwards looking for a weapon she could use but Douma had saw her move so he took his changes and slid open the door quickly before she could notice but she had saw a wooden stick and ran to it

but Kokushibo and Douma saw her before she could reach it though

a person popped out of nowhere and (name) crashed into him and they both fell on to the floor with a bang "fuck!" And before she looked forward to see who it was she apologized "I'm so sorry"  but when she looked up to see who it was she man with reddish pinkish eyes with slits in the middle and had black curly like hair and was wearing a black tuxedo with a white hat that has a 

black ribbon across it "Comfortable?" He asked annoyed confused she realizing she had fell on him "I am so sorry" she apologize once again and got of him when he was standing up again he said "what is she doing here?" "We do not know" Douma said bowing with the Akaza and Kokushibo 'holy shit is this a cult' (name) thought to herself.

*****30mins later*****

"umm... You know what, can we just let them do cat and mouse chase from early instead of me just listening to you scold them and after you are done most likely going to killing me" after she done talking Douma and Akaza were surprised "oh? You should think before you speak." "Oh? YoU ShOuLd ThInK BeForE YoU sPEaK" (name) mocks him "fine, you get a 10 seconds for ahead start.​​​​​​go​​​​." After hearing this (name) started running and starts laughing "have fun trying to catch" (name) yelled between her laughter and it soon turn into quite giggles "1​​​​​,2,3,4," he started when (name) figure was gone Douma , Akaza and Kokushibo was getting ready to find her "5,6,7,8,9...10...go" it was only a dust of air left.

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#kny x reader #modern reader #akaza #douma #kokushibo #upper moons #muzan kibutsuji #kny

[infinitethree]

hey, vio! i was just curious about where your friendship-slash-rivalry-slash-archnemesis thing with jacobs began. like did you just see each other and go “i hate” orrrrrr

Vio looks affronted. “Excuse you,” he scoffs, “Jacobs is nowhere near good enough to be my arch nemesis. He’s barely good enough to drink coffee with–” “Unfortunately, I have to agree.Violet is nowhere in my league,” Jacobs sighs, folding his arms over his chest.

The alien’s eyes narrow. As expected, Jacobs adds, “Because he’s way, way below it–” “I can literally kill you,” Vio warns, “I can kill you so fast you’d have no idea what happened.”

The man across from him laughs, grinning wide enough that it’s clear that his teeth are much too sharp to be human. Usually, he has a black cloth mask on, but he has been interrupted during a meal.

It also reveals the extent of his evidently never-fully-healed stitches. The line of them that goes from under his left eye continues across his nose at an angle, then curves under his right cheek and ear.

If they continue further, it's hidden by his hair.

He looks a little more relaxed in general. The brightly colored, though often redstone-smeared, jackets he wears are instead swapped out for a nearly identical one, but in greyscale.

The unusual, void-black stones that festoon his ears seem ever so slightly less devoid of color, but that might be a trick of the light.

…Which must also explain his eyes. They’re not usually black, but they seem like they are now. His hair is less of a rich chocolate brown and closer to the shade of loamy soil.

Vio seems unphased, so anything that might be going on must either be perfectly normal or is warping reality.

Jacobs tells the alien across from him, “Go ahead. Abuse your power, see where that gets you.” “I hate you.” “No you don’t.”

Again, Vio looks offended. "Don't tell me how I feel." "Then don't tell obvious lies," Jacobs answers, taking a long sip of the…

Actually, what the fuck is he drinking? It looks alarmingly like tar, from the color to the consistency. The cup he’s using is almost comically big, too.

The alien opens his mouth, doubtlessly to argue again, but Jacobs points out, "Didn't answer the question. If you're going to experiment with defying Time, do it in a controlled way and not where I'm eating."

Vio clicks his tongue in disgust, evidently aware that Jacobs has too good a point to try to dispute.

"I knew he was an asshole from the first time I saw him and acted accordingly," the alien huffs.

Jacobs snorts, "He could tell we had something in common." "We have nothing in common–"

The man raises his eyebrows and uses his enormous cup to gesture at Vio’s own, marginally less giant cup.

It's the same stuff Jacobs is, against all logic, managing to suck through a straw and not immediately die from ingesting.

"Coffee doesn't count," Vio says, unknowingly solving the mystery. He rolls his bright purple eyes and adds,  "That happened later."

"Yeah, but you used present tense." Voice flat, Vio refutes, "A slip of the tongue. Just like a knife is going to slip into your neck if you don't stop testing me."

Jacobs grins again. 

Evidently, Vio is happy to have something else he can focus on.

With a pleased, smug-seeming flick of his tail, he answers, "Thank you. It's nice to know some people can appreciate me."

It's Jacobs' turn to be annoyed. "Flattery, novelty, or poor taste. Also, way to sell your not-sons short." "They’re not my kids!" "Hence the not part."

Instead of arguing that point further, Vio tells him, "Jealousy suits you. Keep being mad, it's doing wonders for my mood."

Rolling his eyes, Jacobs scoffs, "I'm not jealous, I'm pointing out that you got a blind fan. You don't have a style, you have neon purple coats with inverse amounts of stains and embroidery, some jewelry, and nothing else of note. I think Aver would laugh his ass off if he heard it being called a style."

Vio grins wide enough to show the veritable daggers he has for teeth. "Sounds like jealousy and pettiness. Can't even win an argument without dragging others in, huh?" The sip he takes of his tar-like substance, evidently some abomination that he and Jacobs claim to be coffee, is very smug. "Tsk, tsk. I expected better from you."

For a long moment, Jacobs stares at the alien.

Then he twists a band on his wrist and swipes at the air a few times.

Vio's smugness immediately fades. "Don't you fucking dare–"

There's a spiteful grin as Jacobs asks out loud, "Hey, Aver, does what Violet wears count as a style?" 

A wild bark of familiar laughter sounds out. "Fuck no! He's fuckin' lucky fashion crimes can't get someone thrown in jail here. Probably like that because he rigged the fuckin' system–"

"I reformed a paranoid, war-torn hellhole with extremely obvious corruption and mental instability!" Vio's argument gets another snicker, but otherwise ignored. Aver asks, "What'd he even fuckin' do that made you ask?"

With all the smug glee of a kid tattling to a teacher, Jacobs answers, "One of the watchers claimed that Violet has a great style." 

Making a noise of understanding, Aver replies, "Ah, so one of 'em is fuckin' insane. Good to know, thanks for the warning. Not-Dad–" "Still not your dad!" "That's why there's a fuckin' 'not' in front of it, dumbass. Anyway, don't believe everything you fuckin' hear. Sometimes…people are wrong."

There's a pause, and then Aver continues, "Or lying. Might just be lying. Who knows; maybe the Observers or whatever they're fuckin' called are just laughing at you."

The expression Vio has is entirely offended. "Excuse you, I have plenty of style–" "Big man, the only reason you have coats without fuckin' stains is that I threatened to snowglobe you if some didn't stay clean."

Vio mutters, "Which is uncalled for, I have formalwear–" "Don't you fuckin' dare bring that fuckin' crime up," Aver says, a worrying hint of hysteria in his voice.

"You're the one that made it!" Aver, hysterical note getting more prominent, snaps, "Practically with a fuckin' knife to my throat! You made it fuckin' clear you were doing it just to fuck with me! Ooh, Aver, I'm gonna be a fuckin' asshole and make you pick between a literal fuckin costume, something based on a fuckin' anime cosplay, or just wear a normal-ass fuckin' outfit! Fuck you for wanting me to look nice!"

Vio huffs, but he’s grinning. "Maybe that's normal ceremonial attire for my culture, you don't know."

A moment of silence passes. Then another.

Then with an alarming amount of calmness, "Hey Jacobs, where are you and how much can you stop Vio from running for his miserable fuckin' life?"

Visibly and audibly pleased by this turn, the mechanic answers, "His house, and very little. I can set off your stasis chamber, though."

With a nervous chuckle, Vio tries, "Uh– surely you have a lot on your plate. You wouldn't take the time to come here just to stab me, right?"

Very much not kidding, Aver answers, "Better fuckin' run, bitch."

Not bothering with any further attempts to dissuade either of them, Vio scrambles out of his chair and books it.

Meanwhile, Jacobs gets up and calmly makes his way to the stasis chambers in the basement.

"That was a good talk," he cheerfully says out loud. "Thanks…Chime, was it? I think you're very wrong, but I'll let it slide because Violet is about to be in a surprise manhunt."

#asked&answered #chronotag #DrViolet #JacobsKarl #(I. will give him a better tag later. probably.) #TailorAver #long post #Jacobs is perfectly normal and has always been like that #and nothing about that statement should be questioned #he's perfectly normal and it's not strange that he can hear a question that wasn't directed at him #when there have been previous cases where that wasn't how it worked at all #and that the Council had to make a special deal to be able to hear questions for other Council members if they were close #and also being able to know when Observers are present in general #Nothing is strange and there aren't any threads to yank on here :)

[significantfoliage]

911 S3 E13

- I fucking hate bowling but I hate Jesse more, dudes gonna get his aunt pelted by bowling balls or worse

- but I Love that 17 year old who is 100% manager material!!

- the scenes where they line up what's gonna go wrong stress me out so much more than the ones where it comes out of no where 😩

- THANK GOD THE BALL GOT COVERED IN BLOOD NO ONE SEEING OR HEARING HER HAD ME STRSSED

- anyways if I was her I'd SCREAM at my sister and disown my nephew

- thank God this 17 year old was still around, I love him, he's so good!!! Maybe he can date May lol

- does insurance cover this? Cause uh. Lane 5 is Real fucked up now

- GARRETT GETS TO BE MANAGER FUXK YEAH!!!! Please fire her Jesse

- HE DID IT RIGHT AWAY GARRETT LIGHT OF MY LIFE

- yay May got into USC!! No idea what school that is cause I'm such at acronyms lol but good for her!!

- ALBERT GETTING LADIES EVEN WITH ONLY A COUCH ON LOAN, PROUD OF HIM!!!

- also okay like. They really have one fucking body type 😑 Other than I guess Carla everyone on this show is so Fit. I get it, Hollywood and I'll even accept it as purposeful for the firefighters. But can we get some damn body diversity in the rest of the recurring cast?

- SKSJSKSKSJ he didn't tell her it was just the sofa, obsessed. Albert you gotta move out 😅

- damn Megan was Hot

- Albert please don't throw shade on your older brother's romantic relationship that involved a multi country manhunt, a murder attempt, and a self defense killing. Like. You don't even know 😩

- SKSJSKSKSJ love that Chim has to have his complain to the 118 time while Buck wasn't there

- girls day!!!! Love that for Athena and May 😊

- Michael is uh. Definitely unwell.

- oh noooo not the dad and the power tools. Oh well, at least he's obviously got some knowledge of safety measures. But he didn't put them on himself 😬

- love when Buck tries to be comforting

- when they slap the doors lol

- WAS KINDA WORRIED ABOUT THE CPR, DO NOT LIKE THAT IT MADE MORE BLOOD COME OUT

- damn they're gonna kill Michael :/

- blah blah risk life every day as a cop 🙄

- bruh bruh Maddie you got so caught up in your people watching you DIDN'T LISTEN

- oh noooo something medical is about to happen, these people really can't go anywhere

- SKSJSKSKSJ THEYRE EARRINGS NOT A RING HE WAS JUST TRYING TO GIVE HER A GIFT LMAOOOOOO

- UGH fucking hate people filming moment like these, there's no privacy anymore, #right to be forgotten

- aaaaaand there's the emergency

- HELL YEAH GET A HOTEL ROOM AND BONE EACH OTHERS MINDS OUT!!!

- Michael and Bobby have the weirdest relationship, I love it. They confide in each other things they won't tell anyone else but always end up arguing but tell each other things others confided in them. It's wild, I love it.

- CHIM HAS TATS???? FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

- God they're going to have like a car accident or something cliff hangy on the way home, aren't they? 👀

- Chim embracing the asshole sibling dynamic SKSJSKSKSJ yes you steal that coffee!!!

- no that's. That's a lot of cops. Is Jamal like an investigator???

- HEY WHAT THE FUXK

- HEY WAHT THE FUCK!!!!!

Well. There was not a car accident but there Was a cliff hanger AAAAA

- if it wasn't 1am I'd keep watching but. It's 1am so I Should sleep 😔

#911 #911 fox #signi watches

[probablynotcy]

I finished playing Resident Evil Village (and am a wreck now)

(spoilers up ahead!)

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part 1:

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the duke: *tells me things about the 4 lords*

me: let's say I'm excited to meet heisenberg but I'm also scared to meat heisenberg.

(I do not trust the duke by the way ...)

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and now ethan's hallucinating. great. :')

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me: *approaches grave* '-a beneviento' ... *checks a 2nd time* wait, there is an 'i' before the 'a'. oh no... oh no, this is not good. oh fuck. please let me be wrong with what I'm thinking.

ethan: am I loosing it?

me: probably. but I'm not the one to judge. :')

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the room turns dark, a creepy voice speaks and the lights turn on again.

ethan: wait, where's my gun?

me: wait, wait, WAIT, what did you just say??? ethan, tell me you're joki- *checks* HE'S NOT! ;-;

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ethan: *goes down a well*

me: I swear if I find sadako in there I'm going to cry. :')

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mia's voice over a radio: it'll be fine. it'll be fine. it'll be fine.

me: sorry to break it to ya, but I don't think it'll be fine.

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oh. my. god. what the fuck did my eyes just see.

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forget everything I said about resident evil 7, this fucking baby-monster-thing is the creepiest shit I've ever seen. holy fuck, I just screamed like a little baby myself.

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this section wasn't long but holy shit was it creepy. now I never want to play this ever again pls. :')

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oh thank god the name on the gravestone was claudia. :')

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chris, you fucker! tell me what the heck is going on here! I know you know something! so just tell meeeee! or I punsh you in the face! nah, no matter what you do, I'll punsh you in the face!

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me: as soon as I jump down here a boss fight will start. *jumps down & walks a few meters*

monster: *charges around a corner*

me: a little bit late, but I wasn't entirely wrong.

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this section of the game was honestly so much fun. finding my way over the water to turn the windmills around was super exciting and the boss fight was kinda fun as well. much action, liked it a lot. :D

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heisenberg: I could help you.

me: I don't believe you. you might be attractive as hell, but you're also an asshole that tried to kill me so... I will not trust you ... keep talking though, you have a really nice voice.

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written in yellow on a big fat sign, an arrow attached right next to it: this way.

me: oh my gosh ... that wasn't there before, right? was that heisenberg? what an idiot, lmao. *keeps walking and sees more signs* omg, there are even more! I can't- xD

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and of course this whole thing has something to do with the baker family incident and the connections. fuck, what the hell is just going on?

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aaaaaah, heisenberg, stop! I do not trust! there are many things I do but I definitely do not trust!

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ethan, writing in his diary: can I trust heisenberg?

me: no. no you cannot. listen, ethan, we will not trust the sexy man, okay?

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heisenberg: don't worry about the kid, just get your ass across the bridge.

me: heisenberg... heisenberg! I do not trust! you want me to set foot on this bridge? ... I do not trust. it will break, right? you still want to see me dead, huh? ... heisenberg ...

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heisenberg: hello, ethan.

me: hi. *whispers* the bridge didn't collapse but I still don't trust-

heisenberg: I like you.

me: o-oh. 😳

heisenberg: I want to talk with you. come in. don't worry, it's not a trap.

me: 'IT'S NOT A TRAP' HE SAYS! my mom warned me about guys like you!

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oh no, pls no more chainsaws, I'm still traumatized from 7. :')

ethan, I did say you should not trust him, but do you think that this really was a good idea?

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ethan: *falls into a pile of trash*

me: as it turns out, I'm still trash! :D

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game: a locking mechanism. it looks easy to break.

me: are you telling me I should- *shoots at it* yes you are.

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heisenberg: you should've never refused me, ethan.

me: yeah, I'm starting to believe that. :')

ethan: what a freak.

me: you do be right. a hot one tho.

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okay wait, if it wasn't mia but miranda who got shoot... then where the fuck is mia???

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UHM, HELLO?!?!?!?!

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you expect me to just... keep playing after what I just witnessed??? that can't be his end. he can't just be... dead. no, no, no ... what the fuck??? HELLO?!?!

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dude: you should've told ethan the plan.

me: yeah, absolutely, definitely, you stupid idiot. why the fuck did you not tell him the goddamn plan, chris?!

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me: *reading notes about heisenberg* 'brain functions: normal' uhm, that is arguable. *remembers what just happened* yeah, seriously arguable.

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MIA IS ALIVE! \;-;/

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I don't even know what to say anymore honestly.

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what a game. I'm at a loss for words.

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I just... can't believe he's fucking dead.

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this was honestly such an insane game & I would like to say that I hated the end but that would be a lie. of course I would've liked ethan to still be alive, to be with his family, but even though he's gone things turned out quite okayish, which is rather surprising.

a really emotional end, which made me cry & left me speechless for several minutes. & even now I'm still not entirely sure what to say, that's how hard this game fucked me over. :')

I'm really curious what furure games will bring & how the story will continue, because there still are quite a few questions that stay unanswered.

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& now I'll cry a little bit more because ethan just fucking died, how dare he? :')

#resident evil #resident evil village #capcom #text post #reaction #what an insane game #I still can't believe that all of this just happened #ethan didn't deserve this :') #clancy plays video games