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angelbarelywrites · 2 months

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♡ slashers scenarios | first meeting

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♡ fandoms; The Boy, House of Wax, Halloween, Hannibal, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, slashers (general), DBD

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Vincent Sinclair, Micheal Myers, Hannibal Lecter, Thomas Hewitt

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; mentions of blood/violence

The most random array of characters. All 5 are my bfs tho. Also this is written very very informally because it was originally just for myself lol.

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Brahms Heelshire//

> approximateplotofthe movie. jpeg

> honestly you mind your own business once you realize it’s a doll but assume there’s cameras so mostly behave

> you find yourself naturally coddling his doll like a real child when you’re bored, speaking to him constantly

> even though you’re not doing much to upset him, weird things do start happening around the house

> he mostly wants attention

> you leave a note one day

> “dear brahm’s ghost; i’m sorry if i’m not doing a good job as a nanny. i’m really trying my best. I hope we can be friends”

> he scribbles a smiley face on it and you’re a little freaked out / excited

> when he finally shows himself you’re really stunned. but it makes more sense than a genuine ghost

> you’re in such shock that you just. keep going with the evening and make dinner.

> but even once you come to your senses, you end up more sad than scared

> “…they left you all alone. I’m so sorry.”

> he gives you puppy eyes

> “…I won’t do that to you. I promise. I’m staying.”

> he’s even more in love with you than he first thought. even if you’re going to make him shower six times before bed.

> to his chagrin you don’t help him bathe

> but you do kiss him goodnight

Vincent Sinclair//

> bo brings you to him

> at first he’s making some big deal, “special delivery” and all that

> you’re cute

> really cute

> and bo clearly knew you’re the kind of person vincent would like

> but he’s still got a job to do

> damn it

> “h-hey- wait- i can help you—?”

> that makes him hesitate

> “i’m an artist too. i can help with the sculptures. “

> …

>“i’ll be good. promise.”

> he didn’t need much more convincing than that

> bo is surprised he kept you but makes damn sure you’re not escaping

> but you don’t even try because you just feel so deeply for vincent, and he’s so gentle

> you weren’t lying about being an artist so you’re genuinely helpful

> he falls madly in love when you help him resculpt his mask

Micheal Myers //

> Meet because you wrote letters to him

> Not to interview him or as an obsessive fan

> At first out of curiosity, then as a sort of way to vent, because he never responds

> But as it turns out your letters are the only ones he keeps or even opens at this point

> So his psychologist wants you to meet him to see if you can get him to open up- of course there’s a cash incentive

> He doesn’t say a word from the other side of the glass.

> Obviously.

> But you treat it like a normal visit to a friend and just chat mindlessly a while

> And you’re so much tinier and cuter in person

> He wants to stab you so much

> But realizes that if he killed you, he might miss you

> Ew that’s a scary thought

> Still wants to make you scream tho uwu

> He escapes

> Because he’s Micheal Myers that’s what he does

> After his spree he finds himself in your house, bloodsoaked and honestly not all that sure what he’ll do when he sees you

> You don’t even scream, just give a tiny ‘eep’

> “…Micheal?”

> He regrips his knife so he can get it over with. You’ll just tattle

> “Oh gosh- you’re soaked from the rain. And all that blood-let’s get you a shower? I can get you some fresh clothes too,”

> He’s staring down at you in disbelief

> “…what? You thought I’d try and call the cops? I like talking to you.”

> There’s something very wrong with you

> It’s kind of hot

> He puts him knife away and follows you

Hannibal Lecter//

> you’re his patient lol

> at first he doesn’t have much interest in you outside of work

> but god, you’d be such a perfect subject to manipulate with that little authority figure problem you have

> and even though you’re young

> you do recognize some of the finer things in life

> mostly his artwork and cooking. you’re really good at inadvertently stroking his ego

> he starts diving into darker subjects in therapy

> you’re a bit of a morbid person under the sunshine-y exterior

> perfect

> he’s still chipping away at something big you’re keeping from him

> he could do some digging online and through your files but where’s the fun in that

> he gets you tipsy and then starts with the psycho babble

> you finally crack

> you killed some guy that was stalking you years ago

> god that’s hot

> you liked it, at least a little bit

> even hotter

> you licked the blood off your hands and it tasted good

> he’s in love ; good luck leaving

Thomas Hewitt //

> car trouble! it’s always car trouble

> honestly when you rock up to the gas station alone Luda Mae is thinking that it’s a shame the fridge at home is already full

> but you’re the sweetest little customer

> “your name is really pretty ma’am. ever since i was little i decided if i had a daughter, her name would be Audrey Mae”

> new plan, she’s playing matchmaker

> there’s just something about you that’s so gentle

> and mildly off-putting, like the rest of the family

> she brings you out to the farm to see if they have the car parts you need

> and to stay the night, if you really need to

> you run smack dab into Thomas in his old half mask walking in- even Luda expects you to recoil at the least

> instead you turn a bit pink

> “oh gosh- I’m so so sorry sir-“

> Thomas stares at you

> You just shyly introduce yourself, talking enough for both of you

> Luda Mae is already planning the wedding

> “That’s my youngest Tommy- why don’t you show em around? Alright baby?”

> Thomas is a bit hesitant but you’re so little and cute and smell so good—

> He’s already obsessed oops

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weskin-time · 1 year

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Ooo how about Wesker with the “you wanna kiss me so bad prompt?” Either in DBD or maybe in the first fight with him in RE5? Thank you love your work so much <3333

KSJWISJA YES !! i did in dbd to fit the theme <3 this has a lot of wesker slander (in an affectionate way)

not beta read :3

post referencing this post of mine

Spotting a metal box made your blood run cold, even colder than it had been when you appeared in Raccoon City Police Department, it was nice to narrow down who was going to be hunting you and your friends. You sorta hoped that it wasn’t the blond, red eyed, asshole that seemed to hunt you down every trial you were in with him.

You and Chris were pretty good friends, you two got along better than any other survivor in this dark limbo that wasn’t from his own home, they knew each other, the banded together, and you were one of the few to slip into their friendships. That must have been why Albert Wesker hated you, because you were close to Chris Redfield, the man who killed him. That or he was just an asshole. It was probably both honestly.

Rain was falling from the sky as you walked outside to make your way to the generator by the gate, the sound of police sirens almost drowned out the sound of the roaring flames from far behind you of the crashed helicopter. You didn’t really know how to repair a generator but sticking your hand in there and wiggling things around all while flipping some switches seemed to do the job as the motor slowly began to kick to life.

Your gen was almost done now and it had been quiet, you haven’t heard a scream, a pallet drop, any hint of the killer, and worst of all you didn’t see any zombies shambling around, which you made the conclusion that it was indeed Wesker who was on the hunt.

Speaking of the fucking devil and he shall appear.

A wooshing sound was heard along with a male chuckle from somewhere behind you, you looked over your shoulder and saw him standing by the flames, his back to you as he stepped on a totem. He hasn’t seen you yet. Good. Your gen was just a few seconds away from being done but you wanted to be an asshole to Wesker, he was one to you so it was only fair. He would come check the generator next, kick it and leave, but you had a very fun trick up your sleeve.

You left the gen and crouched over to one of the cement road blocks, the one with the pallet leaning against it, and waited. Your heartbeat made your chest move with how hard it was drumming in your system, peeking over to see him walk down the stairs you watched him as his head turned at the sound of a generator across the station popping. You put your head down and got ready as he made his way to the generator you were just working on. It was hard to keep a laugh in as you saw him fall for the trap you set up.

As soon as you saw his figure over the road block you moved, jerking your body and pulled down the pallet. He jumped back in shock, his sunglasses flew off his face, and you just laughed in his face. Running as fast as your legs could take you and sliding to the generator, ignore how the wet concrete bit at your flesh under your clothes and popped it right as you heard Wesker break the wood he was hit with.

“You’ll pay for that!” He roared.

You were fucked instantly when it came to going up against this asshole, the only person he cared more about catching and killing than you was Chris, and you wanted to bite Weskers head off.

You booked it.

You tried your best to run into RPD, the rain made the ground slick which worked to your advantage as the man behind you slipped and shadow dashed into a wall. Sucker haha.

The main lobby was massive, but you had your eyes on another pallet up the stairs, just to hopefully create some distance between you and the blonde who wanted to kill you. Taking a right you ran as fast as you could to get to the stairs but knew it was a tad too late for you when you heard that woosh again right behind you. You didn’t even get to make it past the front desk as you were grabbed by the back of your neck like a kitten only more violent, and thrown forward.

You screamed as you flew through the air, a chuckle came from behind you as you hit the ground with a force, you did your best to roll into the impact thankful to not hit anything but the ground below you. Your shoulders took most of the force but your legs found their ground to push you back up again and you bolted up the stairs, if anything he just made more distance for you, but he was able to infect you in that short time frame. Uroboros didn’t hurt as it faded into your skin and wiggled into your DNA, it didn’t hurt when it fazed through your flesh and disappeared inside of you like you were a fresh compost box full of worms, it just felt wrong. Wrong in the sense of illness, the feeling of when you first start to get sick, that feeling of ‘there’s something wrong with me’ before you check your temperature.

How could a virus be wormy??

“You can’t run much longer! Uroboros has infected you!” He was so dramatic about everything.

Your wet shoes squeaked as you padded up the stairs, coming to the landing of the second floor waiting just behind the pallet. He stopped in his tracks, standing on the stairs as you looked down to him.

It was still. The only sound was your labored breathing. You could see the red glow of his eyes through his dark glasses, his leather outfit clung to his form like a second skin and you had absolutely no idea how he could move in it so fluidly, your eyes trailed over him, taking him in for the first time that wasn’t as he was chasing your or piercing your flesh into a hook. How tight was his clothes if you could see his abs through them? You never let your guard down even for a second as you took him in. Why wasn’t he moving? Was his ego so fragile that he couldn’t take another pallet to the face to he was trying to wait you out?

He was rather attractive to be honest. You could never admit it to yourself let alone someone else that you liked what you saw, that a little voice in the back of your brain was keeping his form stored. You couldn’t tell if your red face was from the effort to run or because you were staring, but it definitely exploded into warmth as he smirked. He was watching you check him out, watching your eyes run over his body, taking him in.

He might have been an asshole but at least he was a nice one to look at.

“Aren’t you going to run little mouse?” He mused at the situation. It was a game of cat and mouse and it confirmed your suspicions, that he did like chasing you around because he was an asshole. “Getting tired?”

You stood silent as you felt his gaze on yourself. You could just see the glow of his eyes, you couldn’t tell what he was looking at but you could feel the red stare on your body, looking at you, burning into your flesh, watching your body twitched at the Uroboros that infected your system, gazing at the way the wormy black masses wiggled in your skin. Your entire body burned.

The black tendrils slithered up his arm out from under his coat sleeve and writhed around each other as he lifted up his hand, and he was too fast for you to even react. You didn’t bring the pallet down to stun him, his burning gaze flustered you into dropping your guard a tad, just enough of a window for him to pounce. He knocked into with a force of a train, in an instant your back and harshly pressed up against the wall of the police station, his hand around your throat and the inky limbs holding you in place.

A deep purr came for him chest in the form of mock laugher as you tried to gasp the air back from it being knocked out of you. Your hands came to grab at his arm to weakly attempt to pull him off. He never lingered for this long, he usually just knocked the wind out of you and threw you over his shoulder, but he held you in place as Uroboros slithered across your skin, coiling around your limbs and one slid across your cheek. They were warm, and kinda gooey. It felt weird. Super weird. You didn’t appreciate the feeling in your gut as you were no longer being held up by your throat, instead being supported by the tendrils.

His red gaze seemed like it was going to melt his glasses off his face, he was just watching you struggle against him, against the black Uroboros.

“Now you’re putting up a fight, what happened on the stairs mouse? Got scared? Got…” his teasing voice paused for dramatic effect, “Distracted?” To help with the dramatics the tentacle on your cheek ran along your lower lip.

“Oh shut up asshole.” You choked out, thankful to finally have air back in your lungs, “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Time stood still for a second once again that trial. You feared for a second you might had read the vibe wrong and now you were going to get moried for your stupid social skills but the fear disappeared when he laughed and leaned in closer.

His face was inches away from your own and your heart stopped. His head angled to the side as his grip on your throat became a little more firm, his lips parted like he was going to kiss you. You eyelids felt suddenly heavy as you looked at his own lips through half lidded eyes, the feeling of Uroboros in your body was null compared to this moment. He slowly inched forward, your lips almost touching, is you could just move your head you could meet h-

“Your hearts beating rather fast mouse? Are you expecting something?”

He was feeling your pulse from his hand around your throat. Oh my gods. You were jerked from the wall, suddenly the warm embrace of Uroboros’s tentacles released you as you were thrown over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

“You might be right about wanting to kiss you dear but I can’t have you winning this match.” He dragged you down the stairs to the main floor, the hook in site as you wiggled against him in protest. “Your pesky friends are already far ahead of me and I can’t have that.”

He hooked you. Pain seeped through your entire body as you screamed and protested against the hook in your flesh. His gloved hand ran down your shin as he spoke.

“Do come see me after this trial mouse. Now if you’ll excuse me.” and with that he was gone.

Fucking asshole.

#tezi post #albert wesker #ask!#resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagine #albert wesker x reader #wesker #wesker x reader #albert wesker imagine #dead by daylight imagine #dead by daylight wesker #dead by daylight x reader

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moonies-artpad · 6 months

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Sally Face x DBD

I already posted this art another time, but I decided to redo it and make it a little better(debatable). This is all because I am finally making this stupid little concept into a fully fledged fanfiction!

Here's the new artwork for The Plague of Shadows:

The survivors are Sal and Larry (as well as Ashley and Todd, but I'm too lazy to draw them too), and the killer is the Red-Eyed Demon. The map is (obviously) Addison Apartments, and I'm even working on cute little charms to go with this concept, as every DBD DLC has at least one or so charms to go with the characters. I'm thinking about doing Gizmo and the Super Gearboy, but it might change by the time I actually get around to doing it.

Here's the actual perk loadouts I have for all of them;

Sal:

The Forgotten Ballad - When a survivor is downed within 5/10/15 meters of you, you gain a 10/15/20% haste effect. Only after reviving the survivor does the effect persist for 10/15/20 seconds for both you and your teammate. Once it's over, the Exhaustion effect activates for 20 seconds.

"I can't believe this is real. I can't believe you're really gone." - Sal Fisher

Shadow - After years of dealing with the supernatural, you've learned to work with the other side. When Shadow is active, you gain a 20/30/40% chance of not being detected by a killer's sense ability (if the killer has one), and crows are less likely to fly away in your presence. Shadow will not activate if you are wounded, affected by the Broken status, or if you are the last survivor.

"Leave me and my five teeth alone." - Sal Fisher

Spiritual Empath - You have a unique connection to the supernatural and have learned how to hone it and use it to your advantage. When a generator reaches 40%, Spiritual Empath activates and you have the ability to call upon a spirit from the other side to create an audio and visual distraction. Spiritual Empath can only be used twice in a single trial.

"It's okay, Mrs. Sanderson. Go hide." - Sal Fisher

Larry:

Delinquency - You're known for your criminal record, and you're not afraid to get your hands dirty. After being hooked once, Delinquency will activate and the next time the killer comes near you, a skill check will appear and you can stun them for a few seconds by throwing a rock at them. Delinquency can only be used once per trial.

"I tried to talk to that detective, but he wouldn't listen to me without evidence. As if my word isn't enough." - Larry Johnson

The Other Side - You may not be dead, but your connection to the Other Side is uncanny. You can see the aura of your allies within 7/13/20 meters of you, and if the Obsession is injured, you will see their aura no matter what. The Other Side will not activate if you are the Obsession in the trail.

"Let's put an end to these fuckers." - Larry Johnson

Time To Go - You sacrifice yourself for those you love. When taking a protection hit after unhooking a survivor, you will not be affected. The next time you are hit, you will be put into the dying state.

"It can't rain all the time." - Larry Johnson

The Plague of Shadows:

Power - Spiritual Infection

You have the ability to grasp what is beyond the reach of others. The more you wound the survivors, the greater your hold on them becomes. Spiritual Infection begins at the start of the trial and continues to grow with each hit you make on a survivor, filling the gauge 5% each time a basic attack lands.

Special Attack - Possession

Possession allows the Plague of Shadows to temporarily take control of a ghost on the map to scout the map or deal extra damage to survivors. Possession initially lasts 10 seconds, but increases by an additional 3 seconds with each successful attack.

Healing Alters

Survivors can cure themselves of the infection by healing alters scattered around the map. The alters will reset the infection to 0%.

Flesh and Blood - Your hatred of humanity drives you and teaches you things others cannot see. When activated, Flesh and Blood allows you to receive a visual and audio cue from one survivor within 3/8/15 yards of your Terror radius. Flesh and Blood has a 120 second cooldown.

Sick Tricks - You are cunning, manipulative, and all around twisted. You thrive on the discomfort and terror of others. When Sick Tricks is active, you can create a visual hallucination for the survivor of one of your victims, causing them to scream and reveal their location. Sick Tricks can only be activated 3 times per trial.

Scourge Hook: The Dark - You're not the only one who can cause harm. Four random hooks will become Scourge Hooks. When a survivor is unhooked from a Scourge Hook, the following effects apply:

The survivor is affected by the Blindness and Broken status effects for 15/20/25 seconds.

When healed, the survivor suffers from Exhaustion and Hindered for 7/10/13 seconds.

Weapon - The Hand of Infection

The backstories for each character:

Sal -

After getting the concerning texts from Larry, Sal had feared the worst and gone to the apartments to find him. After realizing he had unfortunately taken his own life, Sal was left in shambles.

Todd and Sal realized that Larry's body was strangely not in the tree house, they began to test out the guitar modified by the necrolight. Sal meets Mrs. Rosenberg and she reveals to him that Larry wasn't actually dead, instead in a place she calls the "in between". She is able to get Larry's spirit released from the fog just long enough to help Sal get to the Endless One.

When finally meeting with the Endless One, Sal is shocked and horrified to realize that it was Mr. Addison all along. During the fight with the Endless One, Sal finds himself becoming more and more enraged over all the pain and suffering caused by this creature, the cult, and the Red-Eyed Demon.

After the Endless One is defeated, Sal sees a strange black fog slowly creeping in from under the door. Before he can even inspect it, the fog consumes him and he wakes up in a cold, dark, and unnerving forest. Confused and worried, Sal sees the glow of a campfire in the distance and hears Larry's voice. Sal immediately follows his voice and finds Larry with a group of survivors.

Though it's not the most pleasant experience, Sal has some hope that he'll be able to help his team survive and help them get out.

Larry -

He'd been fighting it for a few days. The hunger, the anger. At first he thought it was just munchies or something, but after it persisted, he realized what it was.

Trying to be normal for Sal and everybody else, Larry finally just gave up. He decided it was better to just leave than stay and possibly become possessed by the demon. What he didn't expect was passing out after drinking way too much alcohol and waking up in the woods.

It wasn't Wendigo Lake, that was for sure. It was too healthy, too perfect. But he saw the campfire and he began walking. He walked until he came across a group of people, people who were lost and trapped in this strange realm.

Now Larry gets to learn how to try and fight for those he cares about again.

Ashley -

A week after Larry's supposed death and Sal's disappearance, Ash went to the apartments to find some clues. As soon as she entered Larry's old apartment, now abandoned, she found a strange fog everywhere.

Instead of being afraid, she decided to walk directly into the fog, hoping that she'd find the boys.

Todd -

He was worried. First Larry, then Sal, and now Ash? It was like one big joke that he just didn't get. How do three people suddenly go missing? There hadn't been any spikes in paranormal activity, and the cult hadn't do anything for years. However, when he looked into it, he did find a spike in matter displacement.

That made no sense, though. How could that be happening? Well, he didn't have to wonder long before the Fog consumed him as well.

The Red-Eyed Demon -

It just wasn't fair. For years, the demon could roam free and do whatever it so pleased. And then Alyson out it in containment, which didn't last forever, of course. But the demon was so sure that it had free reign once again to torture the humans and spirits, but that damn teenager just kept ruining everything!

So when it was forced into hiding again, the demon was livid. A teenager destroyed its chances and it would never happen again. After its return, it found Sal being taken by the Fog. It wasn't fair. Sal was not supposed to leave without being punished first. So the creature followed.

It followed Sal into the fog, joining the Entity's sick game in order to torture Sal over, and over, and over again. This was the retribution that was needed.

When I get the artwork for the map and the charms done, I'll release them too. As for right now, I'm focusing all of my time and effort on writing the fic while I have free time. I'll also be releasing more content later when I have the time, such as some key points for DBD, the relationships between the characters, and such. I'll also release the information for when the fic goes live at the end of this week.

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shopcat · 8 months

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i'm sorry but dbd players cannot love steve harrington the same way dbd is like a bad environment for him he needs love and nourishment and marijuana and wet fast food fries and robin and a gayboy to have sex with and no blood or horror or nightmares or monsters or scary hallways or flickering lights or dark forests that is not good no good for My little boy who needs a 10-8 beauty sleep and fragrance free body lotion you just don't get it he doesn't BELONG THERE!!!!!!!!!!! it's like seeing a dog in the rain it's just upsetting. he needs to run free and buy a lavender scented spray for his car

#it's scary #sts #🐾

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baneswood-sins · 1 year

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I already have Bubba and Michael, and will be adding Art the clown.

For context, here are the boys

#slashers #horror #polls #my bloody valentine #dead by daylight #Harry warden #ghostface

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asteralien · 1 year

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my hypothetical ao3 collection of midnights-based songfic, no other unifying factor - 40% serious, 50% if-i-was-good-enough-maybe, 10% shitpost.

“lavender haze” this one is a jonmichael fic purely off the “talk your talk and go viral / I just want the love spiral / get it off your chest / get it off my desk” bridge. that’s a mostly canon compliant jonmichael bridge if i ever heard it. they are holding hands at jon’s desk

“maroon” I'm going to ask you to hang with me for a second: richard maxwell/greg kelly. look it's canon that they knew each other (i can't remember if they knew they both worked for blackgaard? don't make me reread any of the blackgaard chronicles again ffs.) and if there's anything i love doing in fic it's turning a single line or two of throwaway canon into melodramatic soap opera nonsense. they lived together in chicago and did sketchy jobs together and fell in love and it was messy when richard left. and then waylaid in the windy city happened. yeah the blood is definitely just talking about a blush

“anti-hero” THEE richard maxwell character study of all time. i can hear i have this thing where i get older but just never wiser in his voice fr.

“snow on the beach” this is a steveloki song and specifically in my ideal stoki fic where it's loki who saves steve instead of the other way around. this pairing IS peak ‘weird but fuckin beautiful’

“you’re on your own, kid” i want to make this about morgana so bad. idk how but this should be a morgana fic.

“midnight rain” tbh i hate this song, no fic

“question…?” ditto

“vigilante shit” this is sheer richard maxwell revenge bait. idk how the fic would actually go but suddenly i’m picturing nb!richard and connie screwing blackgaard over and driving away in his car and making out at a fancy beach house, and it’s making me really happy

“bejeweled” this one gave me the most trouble but listen: IRONIC VILLAIN SONG FOR MORGANA. morgana wins au, she glows up and reclaims the throne and she does, in fact, polish up real nice!! she has been too good of a girl!!! it is time to teach some lessons!!!!!!

“labyrinth” look this song bores me to death, go queen give me nothing, but like. obviously it’s a steveloki song, the bit about the plane? the bit about everyone expecting him to bounce back? this one isn’t clever but it would make a cute enough long fic concept. probably in my loki-saves-steve idea as well, definitely the ‘oh’(tm) chapter for steve’s pov.

“karma” sorry that i think this would make for the funniest steve-centric anti-tony fic in the whole entire world. sorry that i'm objectively right. sorry that i will never write it but like, imagine. IMAGINE

“sweet nothing” this would be the epilogue fic to my jonmichael misophonia fic series. after a certain point, jon being the archivist means everyone wants something from him, usually something destructive or hurtful or just plain something he doesn't want to do, but now jon and michael are free somehow and jon gets to be loved by someone who wants nothing from him except himself.

“mastermind” this is richason to a TEE. a cute little “i am secretly Courting You, haha you’ll never find out until it’s TOO LATE” fic, richard thinks he’s so smart. jason does too but def not about this.

“the great war” i read the lyrics for this one time and decided it would make the most steveloki fic of all time and i was and still am correct

“bigger than the whole sky” this is the fic where jason and richard have a whirlwind romance during DBD but richard dies when he gets caught (either murdered or dies when he jumps out of the car). this song also bores me to tears but the sentiment of jason not getting to know richard the way they should have been, after richard has finally been able to clear his name and have a more peaceful life sans regis, is a pretty compelling one to me.

“paris” nah this is my least favorite song on the album

“high infidelity” i love this song but i can’t imagine a character/pairing/situation that i’d want to write about with actual infidelity?

“glitch” EUGENE/RICHARD FANS COME GET YALL JUICE. i know i know, it's tacky and gimmicky, but, come on, it's adorable! geek love! this is a "falling in love while deep-diving into the imagination station's code" fic. literally the cutest. i haven't quite figured out how i would actually write eugene/richard but y'all have convinced me that it would be adorbs.

“would’ve, should’ve, could’ve” the spiritual sequel to the "you're on your own, kid" morgana fic. i mean the line about spitting out poison??? there's a lot here that could make a good uther angst fic but tbh i want to zero in on a morgana vs merlin dynamic where morgana knows about his magic and that he still chose to turn his back on her. not in an anti-merlin way but still in that "how dare you betray me like that" vein. god "give me back my girlhood, it was mine first" in a morgana context absolutely KILLS me.

“dear reader” oh man you could write the most crushing jon jarchivist study off this song. and by you I mean someone else who isn’t me. but i can pretend i have the competency to make this work

#long post #sorry about the long post holy shit #this thing took me THREE WEEKS #i talk a big game about morgana-centric fic for someone who’s written a single morgana drabble and nothing else #but again: this is as much aspirational as it is serious #one day I will expand my fic writing horizons but today is not that day.#also I realize that I sound like such a hater but like. it’s def a t-swift album #when there are six songs that are pretty good to really good; four that I want to burn with kerosene because they’re so boring;#and three songs that give me psychic damage for a year and that i play ten times a day for months afterwards #‘the great war’ is really what set this off and yes that IS my one s-tier song off the album #my fic

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mixtapejunkie · 1 year

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I posted 833 times in 2022

That's 833 more posts than 2021!

207 posts created (25%)

626 posts reblogged (75%)

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I tagged 831 of my posts in 2022

#dbd verse - 452 posts

#college au - 102 posts

#death in shift - 65 posts

#out of tunes - 53 posts

#frank morrison - 48 posts

#insidious journalist - 45 posts

#ninetailedvulpecula - 36 posts

#trickshot-legion - 36 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

"Ah, Frank! Lovely to see you here in the fog... I have a favor to ask. Do you have any spare mixtapes? Without music to listen to between trials I've become a bit more... Trigger happy." The Trickster hummed with a wide smile, leaning on his bat for support with his arms crossed. "I'll make it worth your time."

@trickshot-legion

Turning to eye the Trickster, Frank gave him a big grin.

"Some mixtapes, huh? I've got a couple I can give you, but no bitching. It's all heavy metal, and you know that I don't listen to anything else."

Frank's head tilted towards the lodge, and turned on his heel to lead the way. "How you gonna make it worth my while to give up my tapes, huh?"

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@scared-nerd

"Hey Dwight- stop screaming, it's me. I think you dropped this."

Frank held up his hand, a keychain dangling from his fingers. It was his Peak 22 keychain.

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@insidious-journalist

It was always lonely, when his friends were pulled into trials. Frank had always supposed that it was his punishment, his Legion so close, and yet so far.

So, he started walking. It was easy enough, and eventually, he would stand in another realm, unless he burned an offering to summon a realm.

Frank didn't expect to see a painfully familiar house, and swallowed thickly. Though a part of him was relieved the front door was locked. He sat down on the old, wooden steps, and folded his arms, awaiting the return of Ghostface, chin resting on his arms.

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Frank * the blood fog circle around him*

Staring at the red mist that surrounded him, Frank turned, glad to be wearing his mask and hiding the expression on his face.

When he saw the figure stood there, he reached into his pocket, hand curling around the familiar grip of his blade.

"Who's there?"

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My #1 post of 2022

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You know what, the great thing about writing is that you can do what you want. For this anon, I would say...

Frank is lost. Completely and utterly. Staring at directions that are running from the paper in the rain and he has no idea what the hell he's going to do. He flails at you as you walk past him, and pulls his hood down, to look less threatening.

"Hey. Can you tell me where the hell I am? I'm supposed to be at some...campus meetup but my bus was late and I'm...I think I'm in the wrong place."

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lxxse-cannxn · 2 years

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ANNA / THE HUNTRESS

"A figure clad in the head of a hare. A most disturbing sight. This new foe holds something human within her. Some shards of ordinary life. She seems to be a hunter. I have met many different beings in this place, but this is the first one with a natural skill of hunting. In any other place one could deem it a talent. But her knack for tracking, capturing and killing is something else here. There is something else in her too, she seems to seek something."

X X X / X X X / X X X

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More ghostface fan art - these are quite older so Im posting them in bulk. Expect more of this fucker. Website:

https://vahellish.carrd.co/

♱ Dont repost, trace, use, or sell my art ♱

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bisexual-horror-fan · 3 years

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"Bad End?" Two Boys Are Better Than One AU Ending.

SO! This is a fic for the amazing and lovely, @polyghostfacehours! Sunny is a total fucking joy, we have gotten close over these past few months and she is a fucking rad as hell friend, she and I talked about the idea of a bad end for TBABTO back in August and she chose me to actually write it for her birthday and I was more than happy to give it a go. I went hard as fuck, as per usual and really hope everyone else vibes. This version is the normal reader insert for everyone’s enjoyment but do not worry Sunny has access to the special version with her name written in.

Of course this is very spoiler and context heavy, this is an alternate ending to my massive long form fic Two Boys Are Better Than One, so I would recommend you don’t just go into this blind but hey if you don’t mind spoilers than go in. This is heavy on the angst, with some fluff and some smut.

Hope you all enjoy it but especially that Sunny does! Happy fucking brithday dude, you are the best, love you lots! Let’s get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 8.6K (I know!) Billy and Stu X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Poly!Ghostface, TBABTO Verse. Warnings: Angst. Major Character Death. Heavy Violence. Blood. Gore. SO Much Crying. Intense Emotions. Guilt. Nightmares. Not Dealing With Trauma In Healthy Ways. Making Out. Grinding. Kissing. Threesome. Blow Job. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Panty Snatching. Fluff. Reminiscing. Sweetness. Exposition. Reunion.Multiple Orgasms. Praise. Dirty Talk. Body Worship. Cock Worship. Sloppy Seconds. Premature Ejactulation. Begging. Creampie. Face Sitting. Bex’s Lack Of Knowledge Of DBD Coming Through. Age Gap.

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You weren’t supposed to be there.

You were supposed to be at work. Doing the three pm to close shift, supposed to be scooping ice cream and mopping the floor, laughing with co-workers and doing the usual summer job schtick you’d become accustomed to. But tonight you broke away from all that, had something much more important to do, a shift change to facilitate it and you made your way to your destination.

The horrible and cold rain started on the way, an awful storm, one that hadn’t been in the forecast, didn’t matter that the water soaking into your clothes was heavy and constricting, didn’t matter you almost ate fucking shit a few seperate times on your way, you simply HAD to do it, had to go talk to and see them. Everything had been so terrible so far this summer and with your anniversary coming up, you just needed to resolve this, a phone call wouldn’t do, you simply had to see them in person.

You didn’t let them know you were coming.

Too worried that they wouldn’t be there, would be out on purpose, or talk you into not coming.

So you went without telling them you’d be coming by.

You weren’t supposed to be there.

Finally you showed up, and it happened so fast once you were actually inside. It was so dark, the power must have gone out, you heard a noise in the kitchen and crept your way there and as soon as you crossed the threshold from hardwood to tile strong hands were on you. Hand over your mouth and the reaction of you struggling was automatic and then it didn’t stop, they didn’t stop, holding you, talking down to you, mocking and condescending, they were in those costumes and a knife was pressed to you and it felt wrong.

You’d been in this position before countless times of costumed and role play fun but this here, was off, different and along the way you realized that yes, it was. They didn’t know it was you. They thought you were Tatum Riley and the immense fear swapped to relief, but only for a moment because yes, while you weren’t Tatum, they didn’t know that. In the dark and with your mouth covered, you might as well be Tatum and not their sweet girlfriend.

They laid out different ways they could kill you, each awful and terrifying. You cried, they mocked you more, you struggled less, fear if you made the wrong move it would spell disaster.

It all led so fast to this one conversation, them asking, talking as if you weren’t there and crying and shaking, about if they should get your opinion on how you should die.

“Who cares what she thinks?” Your heart sinking, “You make a compelling argument, who gives a fuck what a bitch like her wants?”

You fought hard, they handled you easily, calling you a, “Feisty little thing.” And then the first cut to your thigh was made and you sobbed, still struggling, still fighting. You were so terrified at this moment, and then finally that question was asked, “Should we let her? Let her get out some last words?”

You nodded furiously, you wanted nothing more, the one behind you, still holding you said, “Well she seems to like the idea.” And you prayed and hoped and waited, a soft hum of consideration and then, the worst possible thing, the one in front of you said. “Nah. Fuck her.”

That is when the knife drove forward.

Right into your stomach.

It felt as if all the air was sucked out of your lungs, sobbing into the hand covering your mouth as you lurched forward, eyes squeezing shut, hands balled into fists, the pain was blinding and all consuming. It hurt and blood leaked out around the blade in a similar fashion that tears leaked from your eyes, you tried to scream, key word there is try, it didn’t work with your mouth covered as it was. The knife was pulled out and drove forward again, you tensed and your mind was screaming out the same way you wished you could be.

This couldn’t be happening, it just couldn’t, it was all too unbelievable, too awful, truly unthinkable, shit had gotten fucked lately sure but this?

Them killing you?

God no, you knew them, or well, you thought you had, were sure you knew them better than this and yet here you were, being run through. More pain than you thought it was possible for a human to feel at that moment, the knife coming back out and then forward again and the blood had soaked your shirt and your shorts, could feel it running in thick rivlets down your thighs. The sound of it was awful, and it felt like the only thing you could hear until a voice cut through the pain, a voice you recognized, the one behind you, it was Stu. He was saying, “Fuck, Billy, you just gonna play with her or what?”

Stu was holding you, gagging you, preventing you from doing anything but taking it, sweet and sensitive Stu has his arms around you as Billy, fucking heaven above it was Billy, stabs into you.

The knife moves, your insides stir in a way that makes you gag, how have you not passed out yet? You weren’t trying to scream anymore, just small and weak pained moans leaving you, didn’t have any screams left, or so you thought until the knife dragged up, gutting you.

Groin to sternum.

The feeling of your organs spilling out made you even sicker, blood was leaking out of your mouth, iron and salt coating your tongue and the hand finally moved, and you didn’t sound like yourself, wet and pathetic, and Billy said, “There? That playing?” He asked, and the feeling of wet and soft internal tissue falling over your thighs and around your feet and all over the floor made you gag yet again and sob and try to say something, anything to show it was you, not like it mattered right now, you doubted even if someone tended to you immediately that you couldn’t be saved.

Your mind was a swirl of emotions, of pain, betrayal and too many things to list and you were so out of it you weren’t aware of them watching you struggle, or rather, more listening to you struggle, it was so dark, no way they could make anything out clearly. If they could, then they would have known it was you and never would have done this. You fell to your knees, now with their hands off you couldn’t support yourself, you were feeling weak, feeling cold. The illogical urge to do something overtook.

As your hands fumbled, tried futilely to scoop your organs back into you, it made them laugh when they realized what you were doing, “Oh yeah, that’ll help-”

“Ha! Yeah, you just gotta get them back in, that’ll fix it.”

They were so awful, this is how they did it, this is how they killed, fucking hell, and you used to get off on this in the abstract. If you knew how awful the reality was you probably would have re-think your sexual practices.

And then hands were on you, the knife came up and your throat was slashed and that is how it happened. You choking on your own blood, organs laying in between your thighs on the tiled kitchen floor, hands trying to stay the blood spilling from your neck and that one last coherent thought was:

“I’m not supposed to be here.”

You slumped over and that was that. It was all over.

The power eventually comes back on.

They hadn’t done anything with your body. Couldn’t clean up or do anything in the dark. It was over an hour later when the lights came back on. They make their way to the kitchen, ready to do what was needed, what they had talked about previously. It was usual, they were talking about something else entirely, Stu was looking at Billy as he was talking about what they should do for dinner after this but he was stopped short by two things. One Billy's expression falling and two his hand landing in the middle of Stu's chest, gesturing out, to look at something and he does, looking away from the brunette's face to the body on the floor.

To you.

It was so clearly and so obviously, you.

You were long dead. Body cold. No mistaking it.

You weren't supposed to be here.

Stu is just wide eyed, mouth falling open, he can't process what he is seeing, he begins to shake, saying softly over and over again, "No, no, no, no-" as if denying it would somehow undo the impossible, the irreversible.

Billy looks shocked, he isn't saying a thing, he is frozen in place and soon Stu isn't next to him anymore, he is striding forward and he falls to his knees and wants to touch you but hesitates, nothing he will do will help but he can't help it and starts trying to do something, fucking anything but touching you feels wrong. You feel wrong, the very skin he has loving traced over and kissed countless times doesn't feel like yours, there is no warmth and the color is all wrong and that particular softness isn't present, it's all wrong.

He can't look away, eyes on your face, eyes totally glazed over, not a single hint of light or life, the blood that had spilled from your mouth, he could see the handprint, his handprint from holding over your mouth, the mix of your blood and the other person they killed earlier. One of his fingers traced the long dried track of tears that had fallen down your cheek.

And then his own tears start falling and he isn't sobbing, no he's just crying, just tears falling, heavy breathing.

You weren't supposed to be here.

It was a nightmare, that's it, this all had to be some awful and terrible dream and it's at that moment that Billy finally comes over and tries to pull Stu away and Stu fights him on it. Tries to shrug him off, refusing to let go of you, keeping hands on you even if it's no longer you, even if you feel off and it's making him sick.

"Lemme go, stop, fucking stop! Lemme GO BILLY!”

Then that is when Billy breaks then and snaps at Stu that you are "-GONE! She is fucking gone man."

Stu sobs then, he stops struggling, Billy pulling on him but Stu isn’t getting up, he is still knelt beside you, total dead weight, refusing to leave.

Billy insists they have to deal with the body like they originally planned, stick to the plan then it will all be fine and he can't accept it, he is shell shocked, he can’t deal with the reality of it. “We have to go! We gotta clean this up and get rid of the body-”

Stu refuses, cuts him off harshly, he is fully sobbing and his hands are soaked in your blood as he snaps back at him, “How can you SAY that about her?! Just get rid of her?!”

“It’s not her anymore!” Stu gasps, “Not her anymore?!” The fight starts and it is so awful.

The big thing that they keep coming back to is the same thing that was your last thought.

“She wasn’t supposed to be here!”

As if it mattered. As if it would change a single thing. It didn’t matter where you were supposed to be and who was supposed to be here in your place because the fact was that you were dead on Stu’s kitchen floor and it was all their fault.

Billy wants to cover it up. Stu doesn’t, it’s unthinkable, he tells him "NO! We are done, this is fucking done!" He doesn’t stop, he rants, “We went way too fucking far, this should have ended a long time ago man!”

“What are you talking about, Stu?”

And all his feelings come out at once, “I’m talking about the fact I didn’t really want to do this, I never REALLY wanted to do this-”

Billy cut him off and yelled, “YOU SUGGESTED IT! All of this was your idea, YOU suggested killing Marueen-” and Stu attempts to shove Billy back, hating how close he was, “AS A JOKE!”

Billy’s hands are on Stu’s wrists, holding him as he is looking into his eyes, Stu’s face is still wet, he hasn’t really stopped crying, he breaks more, a sob of, “-as a fucking joke.” A deep breath that steadies him a little and he continues, “You were hurting and I loved you and I wanted to make the hurt stop so I joked about it but YOU made it serious, you wanted more and I saw it in your eyes and fuck, I couldn’t say no!”

Everything out in the open the fight continues, it escalates and keeps going, shouting and then Stu lets it out, wants to turn them to turn themselves in. Billy questioned him, and Stu told him, “I think we deserve it.”

Stu is destroyed, he is looking at Billy but you are cold on the floor right behind him and the knowledge of that weighs heavily and makes him sick. “I wanna forget all of this, abandon the whole thing, I don’t want this, I don’t want it-”

Billy cannot believe how fucked tonight has gotten, everything, absolutely everything falling out from under him.

"You can't mean this!-" And Stu responded so fast, "Yes I fucking do! I-I really do, I can't go through with the rest, we should be in jail for this, just fucking look around!"

Billy is just as upset, he is fucked up over all of this but he doesn't want to go to jail, he tries to talk Stu out of it, pulling on his clothes, using every single thing he can think of to convince him. Goes on and on, and what changes the fight is him saying, "Do you think y/n would have wanted us to go jail?"

Stu's face twists in anger, "No." Pure hurt as he turns away from Billy, looking down at your body. "But I don't think y/n would have wanted us to kill her either."

The fight really picks up then. They start blaming each other. Neither wanting to fully accept it is both their faults or their own fault at all. “I wanted to include her! I wanted to tell her! But you wouldn’t let me!”

More shoving, pacing, wandering around and more tears, on both sides.

It kept going until Billy said, "YOU said Tatum was coming! What was she even doing here?!"

Stu laughed, “Fucking rich man, really top notch stuff, yeah NONE of this-” he said gesturing to the kitchen around them, the blood on this clothes, you on the floor. “-would be happening if it weren’t for you! None of this would matter, we wouldn’t be having this fight, she wouldn’t be dead, if it wasn’t for YOU wanting to get some fucked up revenge on the Prescotts!”

Billy’s hands were in Stu’s shirt, tugging on it, so much, anger, seeing red, “The fuck you just say?!"

Stu ripped Billy’s hands away as he spat, "You heard me!"

It went on for way too long.

Eventually, Billy managed to talk Stu into taking care of your body, couldn’t leave you there, had to deal with it and soon. Somehow they got through dealing with your body. Stu held it together surprisingly well, went almost emotionless as they both worked together in realtuve silence, until after your body had been disposed of, he broke he cried again, "Her fucking family, they aren't going to have a body to bury, what are they gonna say-"

Billy offered his arms out and Stu allowed it. Their last hug. Stu clung to him and Billy held him close, and he allowed himself to cry too.

Their relationship ended that same night.

The idea of continuing without you is crazy. Even if they still had feelings for eachother, that didn't matter, they both did it but couldn't admit their parts or wrong doings. Couldn't forgive each other.

Eventually Billy talks Stu out of turning them both in, it took a lot of convincing but finally Stu listened and relented. Even if it might have just been to get Billy to stop and leave him alone. He didn’t want to see him anymore, it was far too painful, an awful reminder, the whole town was, all of this was. Having to be around as everyone frantically searched for you, of course thinking you were missing but with the year that Woodsboro had, the longer you were missing, the more obvious what had happened became.

They drop the rest of the plan.

No big finale'. Sidney and her dad live. Billy and Stu get out of town asap, go to seperate schools for college. Stu gets a totally different apartment than the one he and Billy and hopefully you were gonna live in. Can't bear the thought of living there alone. They both leave town without a formal goodbye, Stu leaves a box of Billy’s shit on his porch for him. Clothes and movies and cds, books and personal items just haphazardly thrown into worn cardboard without care and that hurt Billy more than the lack of goodbye. Stu always cared about Billy, the fact he didn't now, it made something in his chest ache.

College isn't easy.

Stu is plagued by guilt and nightmares and becomes a lot less happy and energetic. He becomes more withdrawn and closed off, less like the him he was when you were all together. It’s hard for him. Especially because he went to the school you all planned to attend together, he thought he could handle it and so Billy went to a different college. Handling it was tougher than he realized, much tougher, he transferred after the first year to a different college.

Billy trusts even less than he did previously, and doesn't let anyone else in. He doesn’t date, he will have drunken and drug fueled hook-ups at parties but doesn’t date or is serious with anyone. He misses you and Stu too much, he doesn’t try to think about it or linger on it, tries to fill his life with meaningless shit to prevent the hurt and guilt and everything else from settling back in.

Stu tries but doesn’t really feel ready to date much. He just isn't over you or Billy and is terrified of hurting anyone else by letting them get close, feels like he doesn't deserve to be close to anyone else either.

Somehow, some way they both get through their respective times at college and life goes on. Stu gets help, he goes to therapy and while he obviously cannot disclose everything, he deals. He processes and while not everything is fixed, and probably never will be, he is better. Billy chose instead to bury everything, deep as he could.

It’s years later. They both truly never thought they would see each other ever again, it’s an accident, neither of them knew that the other would be back in town at the same time, why would they?

After both looking across the bar a little too long they actually approach each other and they talk. At first it is a little awkward but they talk and talk and end up getting drunk together.

They got caught up on what they missed, it had been nearly eight years since they’d last talked so there was a lot to go over. To start it is just talking about college and general life shit. The conversation pivots when Stu admits he went to therapy, got help, Billy tenses at this until Stu tells him that of course he never spilled all the details, they were fine but more than that, he is fine, doing much better.

After talking about that but it goes on and they hash out the rest, late in the back booth of this bar in hushed tones they talk about what happened. They both really go over it, had been thinking about it so much and with perspective and time they realized that they are both at fault. They both admit too, after hours of talking, that they never stopped thinking about each other, never stopped missing each other.

They both feel good after that first night of talking. So it doesn’t stop. More meetings and more conversations happen.

And as fucked up as it all is they both are the only thing that has ever made sense to each other. Even with how they both acted, how messed up it all was and did some of the worst shit when they were together they also brought out the best in each other so often.

They feel like only they understand each other.

Who else could ever understand or accept everything that happened and all that they did? No one could, no way could they be as open and honest with anyone else the way they can be on their own, just them, just Billy and Stu.

They don't wanna drag anyone else into their fucked up mess. Only they get what they have been through, can't subject someone else to them and lie and cover up.

It felt good to talk and so they still didn't stop. They slowly start to put the pieces back together and continue going over what happened and the conversations are mixed, sometimes about stuff currently going on in their lives, lighter things, jokey and fun and other times much more heavy and serious and about you.

They start to talk so much about you and when that day comes around, the anniversary of the day you died they visit your grave, the official one, your family had laid out, set up with the nice headstone even though the grave didn’t have your body in it. Your family eventually gave up hope on you just being missing and had to face the reality, even if your body was never recovered they still set up this grave site for you. Billy and Stu go late, they don't want to run into any friends or family.

Neither of them could bring themselves to visit it before now.

They talk again. This time to you. Both staring down at the grave, side by side, not looking at one and other, as if it would make the conversation easier. Stu started.

“Hey y/n.” He let out a shaky exhale and Billy added on a quiet, “Hey”

What could they even say? They both felt so much in the moment and then it became so obvious, Stu continued, he said, “Sorry it took so long for us to visit.” The tone made Billy laugh a little, made it a bit easier and so it continued. They told you about what you had missed, what had happened with them and when it got particularly hard Billy reached out, held Stu’s hand, initiated that point of contact to help ground the both of them.

It worked.

That night they forgive each other and get back together.

Billy gets help with Stu’s prompting, and Billy does better too, slowly, but he does do better. It feels good, not the same, never the same as they were with you around or even the same as it was before you entered their lives but still they are together again and my fucking God, that is something.

They still talk about you. Reminisce, mostly positive, they keep it light, talk of you on special occasions for the most part. On your birthday, your death day, holidays, looking back on good times.

It was your birthday, they were making that pasta dish you showed them how to make all those years ago, that first full weekend sleepover that was supposed to be a trial run for living together. They both got much more into cooking since getting back together, they loved the times they got to cook with you or when you made food for them, it became a nice bonding activity, a roundabout way of honoring you and it had this habit of making them talk about you along the way. Billy was thinly slicing the garlic as Stu asked wistfully, “Do you remember the night we got donuts?”

Billy smiled as he recalled it, "Oh God yes, I haven't thought about that night in forever."

They both recounted it. A night after summer break had ended, they were hanging out at Stu's place when you called, you sounded so frantic, it scares them at first till they catch up with what you are saying.

“Honey, sweetheart, slow down, what is this about?”

“Donuts! We HAVE to go get some right now!” You were pulling a pair of shorts on, cradling your phone with your shoulder as you told them excitedly, “Donuts? You are being this loud about donuts?” Billy questioned, phone between him and Stu, both listening in.

“Yes! C’mon, I am dying for some, let's go get some.” You insisted and Billy asked, “What’s this about? Why the sudden rush?”

“Am I that obvious?” You sighed, “I was just here at home and thinking about how great summer was and all those late night snack runs we used to do and I miss it, you know? Like why wait for the weekends or when we have breaks off, why can’t we do that whenever the mood strikes?”

You heard some shuffling on the other end and asked, “Billy? Stu? You there?”

“Oh we are, sorry, we are getting out shoes and grabbing the keys.” Billy said it easily and you heard Stu lean in, “Yeah, hope you are dressed, the nearest donut place is a half hour away and they close in less than an hour, we gotta get going.”

They came by and got you and the trip was made with the windows rolled down and playing music too loud as you all were speeding towards your destination, you all made it just under the wire. A box of donuts bought and you all ate it looking up at the stars and talking when you all should have been in bed.

“That night was a lot of fun.” Stu hummed in agreement, “Lotta nights with her were a lot of fun.”

A moment of quiet. Billy fills it before the emotion could turn more negative, he still had a habit of not wanting to linger on the bad. “Do you remember that time we almost got caught having sex in her living room?”

“Fucking Christ. How could I ever forget?” Stu responded with a laugh.

One afternoon, all at your place for once, you were supposed to have a few hours of being home alone.

You were on your back, Stu was between your legs, hands on your hips, had only been inside you for a few minutes, Billy had his fingers in your hair, your head turned to the side as he was lazily fucking into your mouth. All in varying states of undress and enjoying yourself, doing it out in the open on the floor, not having to worry about restraining yourself. Moaning around Billy’s cock, tongue pressed to the underside of his shaft, looking up to him, the view was amazing as always when he was over you like this, his head tipped back, the way he breathed out your name, “Fuck, babe-”, it made you clench around Stu and caused him to move harder, more purpose.

His hand hooked under your knee, pushed your leg up, closer to your chest as he had you. “Love when you squeeze me like that.”

You pulled Billy out of your mouth, hand around the base of his shaft, rubbing the spit soaked head over your cheek as you asked, “What? Like this?” And you repeated the motion, clenching down on him again and it caused Stu to let out a choked moan, he was panting now, “Ye-ah, just like that.”

So you did it again, stroking Billy as you licked and kissed, sucked on him and clenching over and over on Stu, making him moan more and more. It was when he was close, having pulled Billy down, kissing him deeply, still rutting into you, when you heard the garage door.

You all stopped.

He was inside you to the hilt. They both were.

All too stunned and it took you smacking Billy on the thigh, he looked down and you were pushing on his hip, “Shit, sorry.”

He pulled out and you sucked down a deep breath, “Get your clothes and get upstairs, let me stall.” And Stu pulled out, starting to pull up his pants and snatching up his sweater and Billy was grabbing his shirt and his bag as you were pulling your top back down into place.

“Go, go, c’mon.” You rushed and they were off, headed upstairs, and you were looking around, “Where-” you were pulling up the couch cushions, “-the fuck are they?”

You heard the door from the garage to the house start to open and you decided fuck it, you’d find them later. You made sure your skirt was down properly and ran to the door. Que one of the most awkward conversations you ever had with one of your parents, trying to seem unaffected and normal, hoping the sight of you wasn’t obvious as you could feel some of your wetness leaking down your thighs. You pressed your thighs together hoping that it wouldn’t run down past the edge of your skirt. Your parent was just stopping by to get something and were still going back out. It was nerve wracking watching them root around the living room for what they wanted, you prayed they wouldn’t find something out of place to give you away.

Thankfully it was fine and soon they were off and you made your way upstairs. You found your two boys sitting on your bed, “They left. We are alone again.”

You flopped down onto the bed between them and told them that it went fine, when they questioned until you sat up and said, “Yeah it was all good except I gotta find where my panties went before they get home.”

“Oh you mean these ones?” Billy was holding the still damp lacy underwear in front of your face, you reached up to take them and he pulled them away, "Give em back, Loomis!”

He got off your bed, twirling them around one finger, “Nu-uh earned em. Besides you should be thanking me, if I weren’t so into panty snatching you might have gotten caught.” You relented, a heavy sigh and you held out your arms.

“You are so right, however can I thank you?” You asked and they both shared a look that simply screamed ‘let me count the ways-’

“She was the best.” Billy said softly and Stu agreed yet again as they finally sat down with dinner. They ate and talked more about you that night. The lilt of your laugh and how soft you were, how wonderful you were to them. They had a small cake for you, they made it themselves this time and didn’t burn it and shared a toast to your memory.

As long as they are back together they never blame each other again or fight about it or point fingers because they know it was both of their faults.

Sometimes it is more emotional, sometimes they cry, both of them and talk about how much they still miss you. Still visit your grave on occasion and will cry about how you should still be here.

Some mornings they wake up to the sound of rain on the window and the obvious absence between the two of them, the one in the space where you would normally be, it makes them cling to each other tangled in still warm sheets, seeking quiet comfort in each other and holding back tears.

But most of the time they just honor your memory in a positive way.

Then something else happens.

A massive shift, a huge change that they could never have anticipated, didn’t know it was a possibility. They aren’t sure how it takes them or why it wants them as killers but it becomes clear all too soon, because when you died the entity took you too.

They see you first.

You look the same as back then.

It had been ten years and you look the exact same as the last time they saw you except you are alive. You are a bit dirty, the clothes are different but you are alive, and here.

They see you and you don't see them at first and they call out your name, they run to you as they do, “Y/n!?” You turn your head to try and catch who is calling to you and you see them. You gasp and don’t believe it, you are almost frozen in place, it is clearly them, but different, older, “Billy? Stu?”

And then they reach you, breathing a little harder, less than a foot away.

A beat.

They both look at you closer, a few cuts and bruises, but it is for sure you, sweet and young and looking up at them like you feel the same way, cannot believe it and full of far too much emotion, what do you even say in this scenario?

What do you say after all of this?

The accidental killing, the covering up, the separation, the sheer weight of the sins they have committed crushing what remaining relationship they had, the pain, so much pain, years of separation and finally truly accepting you are gone, reuniting and growing once more only to now having their whole lives turned upside down.

Being claimed by the entity and dragged to this awful place. After all they've been through it has been a wild enough ride trying to get a handle on it, on the rules and how it worked and killing again and thinking, asking, why, why, why them but now here you are.

Of course.

The once wasn’t enough, even if it wasn’t on their minds or yours we all know why, killing you once was terrible, the worst and most painful thing any of you had been through, so bringing you here, reuniting you all and them having to kill you over and over as you are forced to exist here? Forced to do trials and that awful song and dance to entertain the fucked up crab God or whatever you want to call it, of course, is there a worse punishment?

But none of you are thinking of that.

They start talking, both at once, rushing and talking over each other, rambling and you can catch a few words, your name and apologies and that they can’t believe it’s your, is it really you? On and on and you step forward, put a hand on each of them and say "I forgive you."

You.

Sweet and perfect and wonderful you, the very first thing you say to them after all this time apart and after dying by their hands, unintentionally but still by their hands all the same, you forgive them. They both stop immediately the second you have your hands on them but you say those three words, “I forgive you.”

You were too much.

Better than either of them felt they deserved.

“You forgive us?”

You nodded, hands gripped tighter, you tugged closer as you started your own rambling, “Of course! I-I dunno how to begin to explain it all but yes, being here, I thought about you both so much and I know I wasn’t who was supposed to be there, I know you never would have done that if you’d known it was me.” You were tearing up, “I missed you both, haven’t stopped thinking about you and you’re here! You’re here now-”

And then they couldn’t help it, scooping you up, and you were right where you should be, between them, pressed in the middle and they both confirmed it, one right after the other, “We’re here now.”

You enjoyed the closeness, it wasn’t even close enough, you tugged and buried closer in the middle, Billy’s arms around your waist and his face to the side of your neck and Stu’s hands on your sides and his nose pressed to the top of your head and he inhaled and sighed out, “Y/n, fuck, you still smell like-well like you.” He sounded nearly overcome with feeling.

“More than that, she still looks the same.” He pulled back a little as he asked, “How is that possible?”

“Time here is fucked, hard to keep track of, I wanna say it’s been around-a year? I’m not sure though.” You moved back a bit too, hands came up, started to wander, just trying to really take it in, your mind reeling with that thought, over and over, “They are here, it’s them, I can feel them, touch them, it’s them, it’s them, it’s them-” but what you say is, “But it’s been so much longer for you both, you look good, older-” You smiled, “-but good. How long has it been?”

“Ten years.” Stu said and your hands faltered, repeating it, “Ten years?”

You wondered why now. Why it waited so long to take them but it wasn’t like it mattered, they were here now. “Longest ten years ever.” Billy muttered and you smiled again, “I bet. How’d you two get along without me?”

And the conversation continued. Soon you were seated in the grass with them. Leaning back onto Stu’s chest as he sat with his back to a tree, his legs open, Billy was right there, head on your shoulder, holding your hand, fingers laced together, a position that felt so comfortable and familiar, one of the countless ways you would all sit and they told you everything.

About the fallout, what people said, how your family handled it, how they broke up and just all of it. There was laughing and crying and somewhere along the way you had gotten even closer. You on your knees, hand on Stu’s face, “I’m so fucking sorry for all of it-”

You kissed him and didn’t let up, kissing over his face and telling him softly over and over, “It’s okay, it’s okay, M’ here. I forgive you.”

You reached out and your fingers threaded in Billy’s hair and you pulled him closer and kissed him before telling him the same, “You too, I do, I forgive you, I meant it the first time I said it and I mean it now.”

Their hands on you and they started to kiss you too, laying affection over any exposed skin they could reach, face, neck, shoulders, it felt good, better than you have felt since you got to this God forsaken place. Stu’s hands were slipping under your tank top and Billy was right behind you now, his hands on your hips and you leaned back into him, head rested on his shoulder as you looked up to him, “I never stopped loving either of you, even when you ran the knife into me, I still fucking loved you.”

It was fucked up but it was true, you couldn’t help it, you had it so bad for them, the same way they did for you, even after all this time. And none of you could help it, no need to communicate it, you all were practically radiating that same energy of “I need you.”

You all took. Kissing and touching, hands roamed and clothes were shed along with more tears and so many affirmations. Billy’s hand between your legs, touching you and whispering in your ear, “I love you, so fucking much, I’m never letting you go again I promise.” as Stu had your tank top pulled up and bra tugged down, his mouth on your tits, mumbling into your soft skin, “Never again, you’re ours, baby.”

You couldn’t hold back the moan you let out, rocking into Billy’s hand and arching more into Stu’s mouth, “M’ yours, always been yours, always will be-”

God, to be theirs was the best thing you ever were, endlessly and utterly thankful to be theirs and in turn have them be yours.

The fact that they still cared this much and loved you in this fashion, even after all this time had passed for them did not go unnoticed by you, it made you feel things you hadn’t in so long, things you thought you might never get to feel again. Positive emotions were hard to come by in this place, you thought a lot of that goodness was something you had to say goodbye to and would never befall you again. Yet here you were, proven blissfully and thankfully wrong.

They didn’t stop, until you were totally naked and hardly able to talk, nearly sobbing from how good it felt and how long it had been. Stu’s mouth and fingers playing with your sensitive nipples, licking and soft bites and pulling on them and Billy had two fingers buried in you, rocking in and out and grinding against your clit, legs trembling, gasping out, their names, “Billy! Stu! Fuck! Pl-please, don’t stop-”

Billy’s other hand was on your hip, pace was so steady, he sounded almost as breathless as you, “I won’t, not till you push me away. C’mon, it’s been ages, I need it, cum for us babe.”

The tone he took, it truly sounded like he needed it just as badly as you did, as if it was his pleasure and then it happened, swept over you and took hold and you cannot remember the last time you’d felt like this, last time had to have been between them but that seemed like forever ago.

One hand was gripping Billy’s shoulder as you came, clenching down on his fingers, rocking down onto his hand, “Shit! Bi-Billy! Yesss-” he groaned too, he and Stu had talked about this so many times.

About how this view was their favorite, you cumming because of what they did to you, the way you would arch and buck and gasp their names and moan, how you would tense, they wanted to keep going, had to get their fill, were going to make you cum over and over. You were barely over it and Stu so hard, pressed to you as he begged, “God, me next, please, I wanna make her cum.”

“Go for it.” Stu loved to pleasure you and Billy loved getting to see him do it nearly as much as he enjoyed doing it himself, loved seeing how he could make you break apart.

You were adjusted, tugged and shifted until you were over Stu’s face and the first pass of his tongue made you cry out, “Ah! Stu-” His hands on your hips, making you grind down onto his tongue, “Mmmmf I missed this tongue.”

You admitted breathlessly with a laugh. He ate you out, messily, greedily, he breathed against your soaked slit, “Missed this cunt.” Tongue ran with such care through your folds and over your straining clit, he focused in on it, swirling over it and humming, he loved the taste of you and the feeling made you squirm for him.

His lips closed around it and he sucked, hands now kneading your ass, you were still so sensitive from your previous orgasm, it made your legs tremble, you aren’t able to quiet yourself. It is overwhelming, panting, moaning, begging, you aren’t sure what for, just broken words of “More!” and “Please!” and their names, you just can’t help saying their names the same way they can’t help saying yours. It feels great, just feels amazing to let it roll off your tongues, moans and sweet sighs of pleasure.

You are already getting close from Stu’s mouth working you so well, you are shaking and Billy has been touching you, fingers lightly tracing over your skin, whispering more praise and sweetness in your ear and was getting much more worked up, so close to you, listening to you. Soon you feel it, he has pulled himself out, so hard, prodding against you, one hand on your throat as he mumbled to you, “I need to have you.”

“Please, please, please fuck me, Billy-” You begged and Stu’s hands still on your ass are spreading you open, still licking and sucking your clit, you were leaking down onto Stu’s chin and looked so damn inviting, he could barely process he was really here, that you were here, he thought he’d lost you forever and now he was with you, about to slide inside. He needed a moment, he was poised right at your dripping entrance, teased your hole, the heat coming off of you was nearly breathtaking alone. Hands on your shoulders he moved his hips forward, slid inside and it made him groan, long and low and you moaned in kind, almost matching him. He was so thick, you hadn’t been stretched like this in so long.

He held inside of you, he didn’t want to move yet. Even though it had been years, you made him feel just like you had back then in this moment, as if no time had passed, as if he was still an over excited teenager who needed to hold back or he’d cum way too fast. You felt like heaven, so hot and slick, tight and pulsing around him, you’d already been getting close from Stu’s mouth alone and now with him inside, you were flexing around him, eyes squeezed shut, one hand in Stu’s hair as you ground your clit on his tongue, “Mmmf, Billy, Billyyy, need you to move, so close! Please?”

“Goddamn, hold on, if-if you don’t give me a second here I won’t last.” His own breathing was heavy and labored and you shook your head, “Don’t care. Need it. Fill me-”

You adjusted yourself, tilting forward, Stu moved with you, not breaking his stride as he licked your clit, your hand not in Stu’s hair was placed on the tree in front of you, using it to help aid you as you moved back. Bucking back, fucking yourself on Billy, Stu sucking on your clit, his hands slid up to your hips, helped you, moving you back onto Billy who’s grip was almost too tight on your shoulders. “Baby, holy shit yes-”

Billy’s head tipped back with a moan, he couldn’t hold back now, he fucked forward when you moved back, met you in the middle and he hit that spot inside just so and you came for the second time, nearly sobbing. “Lo-love you! So much, both of-of you, oh God!”

You cumming sealed the deal and Billy found his end as well, came raw right inside, holding deep as he could manage, walls were hugging him so tightly it felt phenomenal to spill himself into you.

Best orgasm he had in years by far.

Leaves him without words, all he can do during his dizzying come down his kiss along the side of your face and throat, when he has finally sucked down enough air, his orgasm so intense he had essentially forgotten to breathe, he is returning the affection you gave, softly and laced with emotion, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Stu’s mouth finally relented, his head fell back and he was shifting under you, he begged, he was desperate, in need of some relief, some stimulation, in need of you. “C’mon, I’m so hard it fuckin’ hurts.”

Billy pulled out slowly, almost hissing as he did, he hated leaving you but he needed to see Stu have you almost as much as he needed it.

Billy and you helped, took care of his clothes and soon you were on your back, your arms open and Stu was on top of you and he kissed you. His face was still wet, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue and loved it. He didn’t linger, the need too much, he slipped inside in one smooth motion and you tensed, arching up into him, a sharp inhale, his name falling from your tongue and he groaned your name back. You still messy and stuffed with Billy’s cum was perfect. Billy watched, right there, watching as Stu slid into you and how you both reacted to it.

He was looking down at your face, they both were, the way your brows knitted together, lips parted, eyes clouded with lust and pleasure as he pulled back and moved forward again, filling you, “Stu.” You breathed, nails running down his arms, “Mmf so fucking big, dunno how I can take it after so long.”

He loved when you talked like that.

Laid on the praise about how big his cock was, talking about how you could barely handle it, your words made him thrust harder, quicker, made something else ache in his chest, he’d missed you so much. He couldn’t help but think of the last time he touched you, how cold you were, how wrong it felt and now, it was all fixed. You looked so alive, sounded and smelt like how you should, skin was burning hot and you were breathing, moaning his name, calling to him, saying such lovely things he can’t stop it. Face in the crook of your neck he lets himself be taken over with it, a few tears slipping out as he has you. He can’t last either, you can tell, he wants to feel you break apart again but he can’t help himself, can’t slow down or stop, and then when you start begging. “Do it, Stu, please, cum in me, please, please-”

As much as he wanted to he couldn’t stop it, your words and you wrapping your legs around him, pulling him ever closer, he did just as you begged and came into you, fucking through it, crying against you as he does. So much is inside it leaks out around him and starts to drip into the dirt under you.

The three of you end up leaning against that tree again, all catching your breath, you admitted, “That was almost unbelievable.”

“This whole thing is.” Billy said, his eyes were closed, he was enjoying the closeness, not warning to move an inch away from you, his hand in yours, Stu was on the other side of you, “I honestly don’t wanna question it too much. I’m still terrified I’m gonna wake up to find out this was all some long dream.”

“I swear it’s not. You are both here.” You sighed softly and pulled their hands up, kisses pressed to the backs of their hands.

You all took that in. You were here. Together.

You weren’t sure how this would work or how it was going to go, but you didn’t care. It wouldn’t be easy, it would probably be hell, but none of you cared, none of you thought about that right now. Three of you could figure out the logistics and how you would steal moments of intimacy and little pieces of what you used to have in between the hard times, it would help carry you through, you’d do whatever the fucked up God of this world wanted just to make that happen.

You would deal with the reality of it soon enough but for right now you were at peace, in between them, just as you should be, Billy and Stu and you.

#Happpppy biiiiiirthdayyyyy Sunny <3 #Have fun dying everyone else #BHF writing #TBABTO #Two Boys Are Better Than One #Billy Loomis X reader #Stu Macher X Reader #Poly!Ghostface X Reader #I am gonna get yelled at over this one I just know it #I apologize in advance

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Can I request a head cannon for The Ghostface? Something like the reader is a shy chubby person who isn’t comfortable with their body and this will be the first time they have let someone (The Ghostface) see their body and it’s really nerve racking.

With how this is worded, I'll assume it's for DBD version of him :D

!!!Though this post is sfw, this blog is not. Minors plz do not follow!!!

Warnings: Sfw!

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It's a scenario you never really expected to have happened. When the Entity allows you all to mingle the week on the start of a full moon, you go into the fog and pray you can find the path to your boyfriend's area. It's always this area that looked similar to a neighborhood with only one house's lights on, a two story little building that you knew had a basement full of newspaper clippings and pictures taken.

The scenario should have been like any other. You went into the fog, found your way through the forest and through the whispers of the Entity, and found his area. And that's what happened- except you had failed to hear the snarling to your left. Some sort of spider-like being gnashing at you, cutting through your shirt and right through the side of your abdomen in a deep cut.

Thankfully you had yelped, bursting through the fog at the right time into a dimly lit street. The road wet from a constant misted rain having just happened. The lights reflecting off the road just like the blood on your hand when you pull it away from the wound with a hiss.

Danny never seemed to take off that outfit of his, even in his own domain. So when a pale white ghost mask peeks out from the building, only for his voice to shout out towards you, "The fuck ya doin?" In a confused tone only for him to realize you're injured.

When he brings you inside and questions what happened, you explain you think you got too close to the Entity's realm. He tsks but doesn't say much more before gesturing to your shirt as he gestures for you to sit on his bathroom sink. But he must catch your look, where you bunch your shirt in your hands and look at him with a shocked expression.

"What, doll? Okay, yeah, not the way I pictured you topless either but-" He'd begun, his gloved hands moving and his voice taking on a tone that makes you laugh a bit, easing your nerves.

"Just...self conscious." You admit, another nervous laugh falling from your lips and your fingers twisting into the bottom of your shirt. You flinch at the feeling of pain shooting from the gash, looking down at it to see an orange coloring mixing with the blood. Infected from the Entity's blight, undoubtedly.

"I'd have brought ya flowers if I knew." Danny says, and that eases you again with a laugh. But you both know it's too dangerous, so you very carefully work your shirt off. Hesitating before tugging it in full and appreciating that Danny says nothing as he just gets you to tilt to the side so he can work on your wound.

The silence is better than any over praise he could have done. The comfortable silence and the soft pained hitches of your breath the only thing to fill it and him cracking a few jokes to ease the tension.

You suppose when you actually take off your clothes purposefully in the future that it'll be a bit easier...

#The ghostface x reader #Ghostface x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #danny johnson x reader #reader #imagines #headcanons #sfw #princess talks

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yamaokashutsubotsu-blog · 4 years

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Hey nerds! for those who want some blood points there is a code you can enter into the game Dead by Daylight right now for 150k bloodpoints <3 taken from the DBD twitter:

Make it rain! Enter this code before Wednesday September 5th to receive 150,000 Bloodpoints!

PC & console: ENTITYPLEASED

To enter the code here are the steps!

Go to the in-game store

Hit redeem code in the top right corner.

Enjoy the Bloodpoint extravaganza

#𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕞 ║死║ out of character

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