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alma-torran · 1 day
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the way both Edwin and Charles are so adamant about staying together for eternity. They have both stated it explicitly multiple times. They are equally bound together, their love each other so much you know it after their first scene together. They went through hell together and came back. The toiches that linger that neither pays too much attention to. The casual ease they work around each other. Because they have. For decades. G o d they make me insane.
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oatmite · 14 hours
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absolutely adore how they made edwin so bitchy and sassy and strut and sometimes disguise himself as woman. like they really said let the repressed edwardian ghost serve cunt
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Obsessed with Niko. but im kinda sad that the pretty, floaty colors were not a visible manifestation of the sapphic gaze and just a side effect of a parasitic infection:((((
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my-lesbian-romance · 6 hours
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Literally him
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ruinhood · 2 days
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BRO DID U SEE THE NEW HERMAN SKIN IN thE PREMIUM PASS❗❗⁉️⁉️
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i love it the cigar is so random it’s great
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weskie · 3 days
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Just Pretend [Love is Madness] (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)
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18+ | soft and fuck nasty wombo combo wesker, he whimpers, biting, what if wesker was in love AND denial, p/rn without plot | Fic Directory
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You bury your face in the sheets, fists scrambling for purchase in the soft silk.  The moan that leaves you is anything but dignified, though you’d passed that threshold long ago.  He’s had a long day, and you were all too happy to help him get it out of his system.
A hand twists in your hair while another takes a biting grip at your waist to steady you with each punishing thrust.  
So thick, so full… 
“Al…” You mewl, the nickname a sacred utterance only for special moments, whether carnal or tender.  You hear the way he shudders.  You feel the flex in his grip.  Wesker loves it and you know full well he does.  By the stutter of his hips turning to a wet grind, you know it drives him crazy to be called such a sweet, silly name.  To feel every one of your proclamations of love seep into something so… mundane.
You feel him collapse, chest pressing flat and hot against your back as he braces himself, breaths panting in your ear.  He’s not done– nowhere near it.  This is just how he gets away with the softer things.  He thinks you don’t know how much he fucking loves the full body contact.  That he shivers when the whole of you is pressed to him, when he feels completely joined with you.  
He peppers kisses from behind your ear down to the junction of your neck, each one wet and warm and full of unspoken adoration.  Each shallow grind into your heat makes him try and fail to bite back weak little moans until he becomes so fed up, so frustrated that he can’t keep his perfect composure, that he simply has to sink his teeth into your flesh.  At least he could lie and say it was just the taste of you that made him make such sweet little sounds.
“Oh god!” 
You know that’ll drive him wild too.  For in his mind, he is the god to whom you cry out.  
And how right he is…
His hands snake up your waist to grab at your chest, pulling you against him even firmer.  Your hand flies back to thread in his hair, tugging softly at his ruffled locks.  The force of his bite leaves you and is replaced with his tongue laving hot across his mark.  He gives two sharp rocks of his hips before rising off of you, pulling you into a kneeling position– back tight to his chest the way he likes it.  With an arm around your waist once more, he lets loose.  The bed creaks and moans beneath the force of his motions, and you’re fully convinced it’s going to give out one day.  Its song of protest is drowned by your symphony of passion, of skin on skin and desperate noises coming from you both. 
He bites down on you again to hide his sounds, but it’s to no avail.  Nothing can quite disguise the sound of Wesker whining and whimpering as he gives three sharp thrusts and a stuttering fourth before you feel him spilling within you– and oh how he sings for you.  That edge to his voice quakes with every tight moan he can’t suppress and your name finds its way between each heavy breath.  His arms pull tighter than ever around you as if letting go would make him fade into nothing.
But he doesn’t stop.  He never stops– never stops grinding or managing the occasional shallow rut.  The slide of his cock gets wetter with every bit of come that seeps out around it.  You’re on cloud nine, dangerously close to falling over the edge yourself when the hand at your waist finally drops to finish you off.
“Let–” he gasps softly, “let go, now.” 
The sound of him still stumbling over his breaths coupled with the perfect touch does you in immediately. It makes you arch and writhe against his unyielding grip as each wave of raw pleasure beats down on the shores of your mind and body.  Wesker holds you through it, eyes focused on the rise and fall of your chest, the way you quiver and pulse around his cock clouds his mind with the same intense need that got you to this very moment.
He’s not done.  Not even close.  The feeling of your walls milking him drives him further into a madness he knows, deep down, he’s never going to escape.
And why would he ever want to?
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the-fictional-truth · 11 hours
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Still thinking about Dead Boy Detectives and how wonderfully Edwin, his journey, and the confession was handled in that show.
Charles never hesitating to reassure Edwin, to tell him he never had any reason to doubt their friendship, the “I can’t say I’m in love with you the same way, but there’s no one else I’d go to hell for and we have forever to figure it out.”
And don’t even get me started about Edwin in hell with Simon, getting that closure for himself and even trying to bring Simon with him despite everything. (And despair telling him that they’re friends now? God I can’t wait to see what that means for future seasons)
I love this show so much and desperately want more episodes like… now.
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marooncircus · 2 days
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You've drawn out your sword countless of times
A beautiful night bloomed from the blood spilled
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kamwashere · 1 day
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“Do you think it has to be torture? Being the way we are?”
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marril96 · 13 hours
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Dead Boy Detectives 1.04 | The Case of the Lighthouse Leapers
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alma-torran · 1 day
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THE NIKO & EDWIN FRIENDSHIP IS EVERYTHING TO ME????
"Don't tell anyone I have a reputation to uphold." <- bc he did sth soft for her
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lasaraconor · 1 day
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ilumibunz · 1 day
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Gojo Satoru DBD Ghostface Au!
+ some scenes from scream 1996 I feel like Billy Loomis matches him♡
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Also, Gojo with his hair slicked back like that? Cheff kiss. I've tried to make the design as Gojo as possible, but I can't use too much white/bright blue, Ghostface is a stalker anything bright would make no sense</3
Ghost face in general feels like Gojo because of the taunting nature and the way he kinda plays with his victims also Danny from dbdGhostface has a thing for showing off and seeing his kills get coverage in the news again works for Gojo
Jjk is my current fixation, and I've always been a huge fan of horror + slasher movies, so here's a little au!I'm thinking Geto was initially the second Ghostface, but then he left, perhaps jigsa works for him?
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ahead-establish · 2 days
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judathians-art · 1 day
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The Michael throwing himself off the flight of stairs after my gay ass vaulted off the edge
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matkaart · 2 days
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Sable and Mikaela
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