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thewhimsyturtle · 7 months
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I heard you creeping on me napping, Mom! Why aren't you holding treats for me?!
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dizzybizz · 11 months
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ookie (and 1 doctor) @seasonalberries @eternal-moss
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dwippingbun · 5 months
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Behold
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Done by my buddy @broski69xoxo 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
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I love this so so so so much 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
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kirby-the-gorb · 2 years
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beddybugs · 2 years
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ofunholylambs · 1 year
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SO RIGHT MY UNHOLYLAMB ART I DID FOR THE COMM SHEET
@pentagramcityradio @alastorous-disaterous it them
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soymilkspiders · 2 years
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cool thing i did, gave mags a new outfit
I'm gonna color it when Galacta Knight is canon (joking)
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starlitfunkster · 1 year
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[LRG]'s giant Kirby OC post
And by giant.. I mean I redesigned most of my Kirby OC's. Two I did back in January, and also adding newcomers. In total, I now have six OC's. Most being puffballs.. one dubiously a puffball, one's apart of the Waddle Dee species, and one is part cat.
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This is Sir Adne, one of the newcomers. He is an Ex-GSA knight, and one who's now training both Juniper and Locke. This is because he has orders from his Kingdom that he protects. He also looks after his crush, Princess Flora.
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Speaking of Princess Flora, here she is! She loves flowers, her people.. and especially her knight, Sir Adne! Though she seems like the person who wouldn't fight, she'll join in if the situation calls for it!
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Locke is a cat-like spirit in a puffball form who lost to Sir Adne. Now they follow him around idolizing him. They also are now training under him. Beware the yarn-bomb! It won't hurt, but you'll be immobilized!
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Juniper is a shy, mute Waddle Dee that wears leaves on their head. They treat it like it's hair.. even if it is just a pile of leaves. They befriended Locke and wanted to be as strong as Sir Adne. So they began practicing archery in their spare time.
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Cocoa is a child-hood friend of Flora's, and the artist within the Kingdom. She usually has two paint buckets, one filled with ordinary paint... the other has been spiked with all sorts of spices. It's best not to anger her...
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Milo was once friends with Sir Adne, back when he used to work with the GSA. Now he's become a warlock and intends on striking his old friend down. But you have to wonder.. why is he doing this? Surely one's behavior wouldn't change over night.. right?
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This is what Milo looks like when his eyes are not obscured. They look foggier when he was under that spell cast by Luna...
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Luna is a Succubus in disguise as a puffball. As a result, she has no intentions of following through with her desires. Why would she? She prefers instead seducing men with magic and making them fight their friends. As such, she is considered the embodiment of Lust to some. Others think she's just a coward who hides behind strong men.
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tainted-liquor · 6 months
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'Watch Your Fucking Mouth! ...₊˚⊹♡ Ft. 42Miles
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...˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
e42!Miles Morales x Autistic!BlackFem!Reader
ingredients: Sugar, Lemon zest, n a lil bit of smiles!
TWs: 'ual harrasment, Miles choosing violence, cussing, bullying
A/N: this is designed for blackfem readers on the mild to moderate end of the autism spectrum. NOT every autistic person is the same, but this is specifically modeled based on MY experience with autism, because this is how I see the world. Enjoy
Reader has a kirby/retro games special interest btw
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For the past 7 months, you've been dating your beloved boyfriend, Miles Morales! Of course, this was way easier said than done. Miles had a permanent stone face, a smooth and focused voice, and struggled to describe or depict his emotions. Regardless of that small barrier, he made every effort in the world to make sure you understood where he was coming from. By now he had a pretty good understanding of what to do and what not to do, even going so far as developing somewhat of a routine with you.
You were walking hand in hand with Miles, listening to him recall his day before you briefly paused to look at a cute little shop housing tons of adorable plushies, but most importantly Kirby plushies. Miles stopped, watching as you stared down the cute little sleeping Kirby in the window. Miles chuckled to himself, finding the whole ordeal adorable as you ripped your eyes away from the display window. "You want that plush, huh?" He asked, leading you back in the direction of the tiny store as you nodded eagerly. "Aight, c'mon. Go get it" he nodded as his heart throbbed in his chest while he watched your face light up.
You left the store with 2 new action figures that you fought to pay for and several Kirby plushies. "Happy?" he asked, smiling subtly as his hand found purchase right in yours. "Mhm! I fucking love Kirby man he's just so...cool!" you beamed, rocking your arms side to side with joy. "Aight, c'mon. I gotta get you home before your mom blow my top off" he chuckled, rolling his eyes with faux annoyance as he led you home. "'Kay. Can you walk me to school tomorrow, please?" you asked, gazing into the paper bag holding your merchandise.
"Of course, mama. You want me to bring you a croissant from that bakery?" He asked, watching your side profile with a soft smile gracing his features. "Yes please!" You beamed while rounding the corner to your house. "I think when I get home I'm gonna play with my kitchen set or something...that shit was fun" You giggled as Miles pretended to help you up the stairs like a bodyguard, pressing his imaginary earpiece and muttering an 'all clear'. You waved goodbye, peppering every inch of his face with kisses and tiny bites.
The next day rolled around within the blink of an eye, prompting you to do your daily routine of a hot shower and self-care. You quickly touched up your Fulani braids, slicking down your edges and adding pink star clips to tie the look together before throwing on your uniform, mentally cringing at how the waistband felt against your stomach. You charged down the stairs with your backpack, waiting on the couch for a couple of minutes before getting a text from Miles informing you that he was outside. You flung the front door open, immediately smiling as you caught sight of your boyfriend. "Hey Miles!"
"Hey. I gotchu your croissant, c'mon" he smiled as he gestured behind him with his head. You locked your front door, walking alongside him as he handed you your food and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You walked the entire way to school, giggling like children as you showed him some dumb 'school tea pages' on your phone. "Niggas be irritatin'...HELP LOOK AT THIS ONE!" you guffawed, tears clouding your eyes as you showed Miles a 'lala bop' video. His eyes widened, jaw hanging open as he read the caption before bursting out in laughter.
"Nah that's TRAGIC...how you 15 with 17 bodies? That's fucking CRAZY!" He gasped, shaking his head in disbelief as you made your way into school. "Aight, Imma see you during 3rd, okay?" He reassured, giving you a kiss on the cheek before walking in the direction of his advisory. You waved bye in between bites of your croissant as you skipped over to your advisory, ready for another boring and dull day of school. You hated the constant cycle of sad blue and white days, praying that something would spice up the day. Well, you got your wish! It just wasn't what you were expecting...at all.
Miles walked through the halls, scrolling through your Instagram on his phone before deciding to make a slight detour to the bathroom. He huffed in annoyance as he saw a small line leading out of the boy's bathroom, opting to lean on a neighboring locker while he continued to mind the business that paid him. "YEO! Miles!" Someone shouted, prompting him to snap his head towards the noise. He locked eyes with his friend Terrence, smirking slightly as he dapped him up. "What's good witchu? You trynna skip 1st period?" Miles asked as he tucked his phone in his back pocket.
"Yessir. Who the fuck bouta be up at 8 AM doing math? They must be fuckin' stupid or some shit, like. Fuck is you talkin' bout" Terrence complained, rolling his eyes with an obvious grimace. "Nah, I feel you. I just do the homework they posted cuz fuck I needa go to the class for if you post the lessons?" Miles grunted, dawning the same grimace as his homie. "Bullshit, that's what it is. But YO! I heard from niggas that you dating what's her name now?" Terrence poked, smirking slightly. "Y/N," Miles corrected "And yes, that's my girl. Why?" He asked, furrowing his brows slightly and turning his head to the side. "Okay, I see you my boy. Her shit mad yurky too I understand" Terrence joked, elbowing Miles slightly with a...disgustingly lustful expression.
"Pardon?" Miles asked, leaning his head towards the shorter boy in an attempt to make sense of his previous sentence. "I'm sayin', she got a body on her. Can't be there for the personality, that bitch a fuckin' geek, just tell her you trynna hit!" Terrence giggled. "Yo, Terrence. Watch your fucking mouth" Miles spat, feeling anger and rage bubble throughout his veins. "My bad gang, I assumed you was in it to hit it! C'mon man, don't tell me you like-"
BOOM!
There was a universal wave of "OHHHH!" and gasps. Splotches of blood littered the floor as the metal locker dented slightly. "Say it again. So I can fuck you up, c'mon" Miles grunted, delivering a disgustingly heavy kick to Terrance's head. "No te quedes callado ahora, vamos" He giggled, leaning back against the locker like nothing ever happened. The news took absolutely zero time to get to you, considering you were two rooms down from the actual fight. "Fuck" you whispered, mentally preparing yourself to have to yell at your boyfriend for two hours.
"MILES FUCKING GONZALO MORALES! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! WHY WERE YOU EVEN FIGHTING THE NIGGA IN THE FIRST PLACE!" You screamed as soon as Miles showed up at your bedroom window after school. "Baby I'm not gonna subject you to the shit he was saying, but just know it was for you" He cooed, subtly ignoring the fact that you were practically berating him in real time as he mushed his cheek against yours. "DO YOU EVEN HEAR ME RIGHT NOW?" You yelled, ripping his face away from yours as you held his jaw in both hands. "Yes, 'm sorry. I swear I am, but I do not like when niggas talk about my girl" he grunted as he rolled his eyes. You sighed, rubbing your temples as you called upon your ancestors to give you the strength to deal with this boy.
"Look, I can handle myself. Don't do that shit again, aight?"
"Yes my love."
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@ashsostrange @chessbox @faeriesoiree333 @janaeby @an1bara @fivestardior
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slxsherr · 11 months
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Softer Than Shadow
pairing: charlie walker x fem!reader
summary: you make a better victim, so charlie rewrites his movie. jill doesn't have to know.
wc: 2239
warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, underage drinking, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs, hospital description, thigh riding, public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie
a/n: yo this one kinda actually has a plot?? forgot i could do that lol
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When Kirby had invited everyone over to her house after Gale Weathers was attacked at Stab-A-Thon, you didn’t expect for the deadly night to continue. Robbie’s incessant worrying over possibly being arrested for simply hosting the event where the sheriff’s wife was attacked was only made worse after Trevor showed up uninvited. 
You’re the only one drunk enough to follow Robbie outside, not wanting to witness Charlie and Kirby flirt after Jill and Trevor separated themselves from the group, looking for evidence to find out who invited Trevor. Distracting yourself from what’s going on inside is easy, laughing at Robbie’s drunken attempts to get his stream going. You ignore the aching feeling in your chest when he tells his audience about Charlie and Kirby, downing the rest of your drink. 
Switching to a new school senior year is hard, but Kirby and her friends were nice enough to include you in their group. It just sucked that the only guy you were interested in was madly in love with someone else. You’re brought back to the moment when Robbie runs face first into a hanging plant, laughing cruelly at his pain. It’s not until you feel a knife stabbing through your left shoulder that you stop laughing. 
The cry you let out when Ghostface pulls the knife out is pathetic, and you quickly fall to your knees in pain, holding a hand over the bleeding wound. When you realize the killer left you to run after Robbie, you quickly rise to your feet and make your way around the house. You can hear footsteps following you, and you speed up, turning the corner to see Sidney, Jill, and Kirby all at the entryway.
“Run!” You yell, drawing their attention to you and the killer following behind you. 
Jill and Sidney run upstairs, but you follow Kirby further into her house, not trusting yourself and steps. Kirby tries calling 911 on the landline, but it’s dead and the line goes dead every time you try on her cell, having lost your own either in her couch or backyard. The two of you run into Sidney, who tells you she got through on her cell and that Jill should be safe. Kirby leads all three of you to a safe room in her house, locking the door behind her. 
“Kirby, let me in!” Charlie says, pounding on the glass of the door, smearing blood across the window panes. “No, no, no. I just found Robbie, this is his blood. Please!” He begs when Kirby hesitates to open the door. 
“If you can’t trust him, don’t open the door,” Sidney says, knowing exactly how Kirby feels.
“There is someone else out here, let me in! Oh, my God, let me in! Please!” He says, pounding harder on the glass, looking between Kirby and whoever else is outside. 
“I’m sorry, Charlie,” Kirby says, backing away from the door, and you wish you could let him in, but before you can consider the option for too long Ghostface appears behind him. 
The three of you can only watch as Charlie is bound to a patio chair, Kirby’s ringtone blaring through the air as the killer calls from Charlie’s phone. Sidney leaves to find Jill, leaving you and Kirby to keep Ghostface on the phone while she’s gone. You can hear your own heart pounding in your ears as Kirby answers the horror movie trivia asked over the phone. Both of you panic when she answers a question wrong, but calm down when she’s offered another question. 
Kirby lists off answers before Ghostface can even finish the question, knowing she’d answered correctly when she’s met with silence. The two of you rush outside to undo Charlie’s bindings, ripping off the duct tape and spewing apologies. Quickly, you all make your way back inside the house, but stop abruptly when Kirby is stabbed in the stomach by a familiar figure in the darkness. Ghostface twists the knife, and all you can do is watch Kirby fall to the ground and follow Charlie as he leads you away. 
You don’t realize you’re back in the house until you run into Charlie’s back, eyes widening when you see blood seeping through his shirt. Sidney comes downstairs, and as the killer focuses on her you drag Charlie with you further into the house. You make it into the kitchen and open the pantry door so that the two of you could hide inside, but jump back when a bound Trevor falls onto the floor in front of you. Before you can even think to help him, you feel something hit your head, and everything goes black as you fall unconscious to the floor. 
The sound of sirens is what wakes you, but you’re barely able to register anything else as you’re lifted onto a stretcher. You’re in and out of consciousness the whole ride to the hospital, but only fully awake later that night. The hospital room is half-lit, machines tracking your vitals beeping, IV needle stuck in your hand, and a curtain dividing the room in two. Your heart rate spikes, alerting the other patient in the room that you’ve woken up. 
The curtain barely moves as Charlie approaches you, his own IV and machines following behind him, cooing at you as you begin to cry in an attempt to soothe you. You sit up fully, wrapping your arms around his waist and hiding your face in his chest as you cry, unable to see the out of place smile stretching across his face. He holds you in his one-armed embrace, his left arm in a sling to relieve his wounded shoulder, happy that you seek comfort in him without question. 
“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, you’re okay,” he says as you begin to calm down. “You’re safe,” he reassures you when you pull away from him. “Can I sit with you?” He asks, and you quickly nod and lift your blanket as you scoot over in your bed for him to join you. 
“What happened? I don’t remember anything after you were stabbed and I think I passed out from blood loss,” you ask, fiddling with the scratchy hospital blanket that covers both of your lower bodies nervously as you wait to find out who was behind the mask. 
“Well, it turns out Jill and Trevor were the ones killing everyone. Pulled a real Bonnie and Clyde on us,” he chuckles, trying to relieve some of the tension, earning only a weak smile from you. “Jill shot me, but Sidney stopped her, and I was able to stop Trevor from finishing you off too,” he lies, knowing he’d be the only one to know what really happened.
“You saved my life,” you say, staring at him in awe.
“I only did what anyone else would’ve done,” he says, feigning modesty.
“No, you saved me. Someone else would’ve just watched or saved themselves,” you say, guilt gnawing at you as you think of how you and Kirby could only watch as Charlie was tied up by Ghostface.
“Maybe, hey, why the long face?” He asks, seeing the remorse in your teary eyes. 
“I’m so sorry,” you begin to cry again, hiding your face in his uninjured side. “I’m so sorry me and Kirby didn’t let you in, I’m sorry you got hurt protecting me,” you sob, your tears soaking through the thin hospital gown. 
“Shh, it’s okay. That doesn’t matter, we’re both alive and that’s all that matters, okay?” Charlie reassures you, his arm snaking around your waist as your sobs turn to sniffles. “Kirby’s with Sidney in the ICU. The doctors think they’ll both be waking up soon,” he says once you’ve calmed down again.
“Really?” You ask, surprised by the news. 
“Yeah, Dewey told me when he came by earlier,” he answers, unbothered by the news since neither of them knew the true extent of his involvement in the night’s events. 
“That’s good,” you say, beginning to separate yourself from Charlie’s side, now knowing the girl he’s in love with is still alive.”I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Are you okay?” You ask, seeing his face scrunch up in pain as you move away. 
“No, I’m fine. Painkillers are probably just wearing off,” he answers, shifting into a more comfortable position, moving closer to you in the small hospital bed. 
“I can call the nurse,” you offer, looking around for the remote.
“No, it’s fine. They should be coming by soon anyways,” he lies, knowing they won’t be checking in for another hour at least. 
Neither of you say anything for a moment, simply sit together in the silent room, beeping from the machines fading into the background. You’re not sure if it’s the medications, or the fact that you almost died, or if it’s because of how close you are to Charlie, but your mind is going haywire. Torn between wanting to scream, cry, and confess your feelings for him, feelings that have only intensified after finding out that he saved you, you unconsciously choose the latter, words already tumbling past your lips before you can stop them. 
“Charlie, I think I’m in love with you,” you say, blinking slowly at him. “Love is a bit much, actually. But I like you, a lot,” you say when his eyes widen in shock, lips parted as he tries to think of something to say. “I know you and Kirby have like, a thing, but I just wanted to tell you in case we almost die again.”
“Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, finally saying something and you answer with a nod. “Me and Kirby really don’t have anything on, it’s just a running joke. I’ve actually been asking her for advice to ask you out,” he explains, looking away to feign embarrassment. 
“Oh,” is all you say, taking in the information. 
“Oh?” He prompts you, but you don’t say anything else. 
Instead, your gaze flickers from his lips to his eyes, and before you can overthink, you lean in to kiss him. His lips are chapped, and you’re sure yours are too, both of you dehydrated from running around all night. It’s fervent, stealing your breath away as he deepens the kiss, holding you close to him with his right arm. You feel dizzy, parting your lips to let him lick into your mouth, trying to match his energy. 
There’s only so much room on the small hospital bed, and you end up straddling Charlie’s thigh. The whimper you let out is barely muffled by his mouth when he forces you to sit, only the thin hospital gown separating your bare cunt from his leg. He’s moving you along his thigh, the friction stimulating your clit and soon you’re moving on your own, hip seeking pleasure as your hole begins to leak. He breaks the kiss, instead sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you, focusing on your stifled moans that only he can hear.
“Charlie, the nurses–” you whisper, breathing heavily when Charlie interrupts you.
“Don’t worry about them, we’ll be quick,” he reassures you. 
Before you can reply, he’s reaching behind you to untie your gown, clumsily undoing the snap buttons on the sleeves to pull the offending fabric off, throwing it aside. He grabs your hand, spitting in your palm and wrapping your fingers around his length, guiding your hand’s movements as he fully hardens from your touch. It makes your stomach twist in want, watching the purple head leak pre and listening to his dulcet moans. 
Growing impatient, you straddle his hips, lining him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down until your ass meets his thighs. Thick cock stretching you out, you can only hold onto the hem of his hospital gown, not wanting to reopen any of his wounds. You move slowly, doing your best to hold back your noises, but Charlie lets his out without care, hand gripping your ass and moving you faster. 
“Wait– Charlie!” You squeal, his hips meeting yours, and you swear you can feel him in your guts. 
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, loving how you bite your lip and furrow your brow in an attempt to silence yourself. 
“Hah! Please, please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what for, feeling his thumb press roughly on your clit.
Your rhythm falters as he rubs circles on the sensitive nub, your orgasm building quickly. You screw your eyes shut tightly as you reach your peak, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you clench around him. Only whimpers fall past your lips, still holding back your noises in fear of the nurses, but Charlie’s cursing is barely hushed, rutting his hips up as finishes inside you, your walls milking him too tightly for him to pull out. 
He lets you slump against him, your head resting on his uninjured shoulder as your breathing slows, falling asleep on top of him. He’s not surprised you tired out so quickly, he hit your head pretty hard earlier. A content smile stretches across his face as he watches you doze in his arms peacefully, ignoring your injured shoulder, caused by his knife earlier in the night. He hated hurting you, and he hated to see you hurt, but if it meant he could have you like this, he could handle a few cuts and bruises. You are his perfect victim after all.
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gothicknightz · 1 year
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family ties | ethan landry
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notes: oh boy you guys are gonna like this one. VERY MAJOR SCREAM SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!!!!!!!!! I cannot get any more specific than that.
part 2 out now!
When she moved to New York with her best friend, they both had planned on getting an average college education, having fun, and graduating. 
That was it.
Why couldn’t it have been that simple?
The four of them were stranded in the abandoned lobby of the theatre when Sam had gotten a call from the Detective, claiming that he had done some digging into Kirby and that she was let go from the FBI a couple of months ago for being mentally unstable, and he believes she is the killer.
She quickly turned her attention towards Sam, “What?” She snapped, her arm still wrapped up from her paired attack alongside Mindy on the subway. 
Putting a foot down, she crossed her arms, “There’s no way we can stay here.” Attempted to try the entrance in which they came in, to find out it was locked, “Shit.” She turned around quickly to face the, “It’s locked.”
The group frantically looked for a way out of the theatre, as they weren’t going to be trapped with the possible killers. Tara had noticed some sort of fire escape, but that wasn’t until Ghostface appeared and attacked the group, which they fought back. 
Chad decided it was a good time to be a hero, as he fought against Ghostface so that the girls could run. This proved to be a bad decision for him, as a second Ghostface came up and started stabbing alongside the other before ushering the trio back into the theatre.
As the five of them make their way back into the theatre, Kirby suddenly reappears out of nowhere and claims that she was knocked out by two Ghostfaces, but the trio can’t trust her after the Detective’s claims, who arrives subsequently after Kirby.
After what seemed to be a battle for trust, the Detective shoots Kirby, revealing himself as the third killer.
(y/n) screams as she was the closest, her heart racing in anticipation, afraid of what was going to happen next when the other two Ghostfaces de-mask themselves. Subsequently, after the Detective reveals himself to be the third killer, the Ghostface wearing Nancy Loomis’ mask revealed himself.
It was Ethan, (y/n)’s best friend. The friend she had planned on getting a college education and graduating with. The friend she had known for years, the friend who was responsible for their firsts.
Somebody she had trusted.
It was then revealed that Quinn was the final Ghostface, much to everyone’s shock, as they had seen and heard of the brutal murder Quinn had endowed.
The trio was cornered at each end by the three killers, with Sam slowly connecting the pieces that all three of the killers were related to none other than Richie Kirsch, one of the killers of the Woodboro Massacre in 2022.
As the trio was attacked and coerced back to the center of the theatre by the killers, the Detective sighed, “It wasn’t until I saw that photograph of what you had actually done to him, that I knew.”
“That I knew you had to fucking die- that you had to be punished, along with anyone else who stands in our way.”
Pushed and insulted by Quinn, Sam, and Tara were forced to stand in front of the Detective, with Ethan taking hold of (y/n), and holding a knife to her throat.
As the Detective went on about how he indulged in his son’s love for the Stab movies, and how they were a bit dark for him, he explained that there was no deeper bond than of a father and his firstborn.
“Despite the loss of Richie, I couldn’t have been happier after learning of a new addition to our family.”
The look on both the sisters’ faces was beyond puzzled as they watched the detective make grandiose gestures as he waved the gun in (y/n)’s direction.
“I knew it was a bit young for those two to get hitched, but,” the Detective paused, taking a breath for a brief smile, “She made it a lot easier to get us in here, and I’ve never been more proud of a future daughter in law, right (y/n)?”
The Carpenter sisters had another round of fear and shock as they turned their heads to one of the closest friends the gang had had, with even Mindy trusting them.
(y/n) was breaking away from a kiss with Ethan as Tara and Sam watched them in awe, the girl breaking into a fit of giggles and a content sigh.
“You know, Sam,” She said, turning towards the illegitimate daughter of the original Ghostface with her boyfriend slash fiance’s knife in hand, “You should really save the date.” She took a swing at the eldest Carpenter sister and laughed.
“Because it does fucking run in the family.”
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thewhimsyturtle · 4 months
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Tall Tuesday ninja training: Stretching on my tippy toes while squashing my plastic plants gets me almost as tall as my walls!
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ethanlandryluver · 10 months
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loving him was red
‘did you know i loved you?’
pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader freeman
summary: You moved to new york with the core four after the murder party in woodsboro, where you discovered your sister was a psycho murderer. after the reveal of the new ghostfaces , you knew deep down that ethan couldn’t walk out of that theatre alive - and you dreaded that you could be the one to kill him. (this takes place right after ethan stabs kirby)
warnings: depictions of death, blood & gore, angst, sad, kissing
authors note: i’m so scared to post this because i’m not really a writer but i’m so bored 😭
do not repost! - reblogs are appreciated
lower case intended ♡
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“ethan!” you gasp, seeing him tumble to the floor after getting hit in the head with a brick by sam. you look at him, winded on the the ground until he slowly picks himself up
“fuck are you gonna do about it bitch?” ethan taunts, holding his head childishly with a pained expression. sam aggressively charges to ethan, holding the dagger above her head.
“y/n! y/n, we have to run right now!” tara screams, tightly grabbing your wrist.
you watch as sam repeatedly stabs ethan’s left side before you turn to follow tara.
tara drags you to the backstage of the theatre, stumbling over the stairs leading up behind the curtain.
you both hide behind a large prop box in the corner of the backstage.
“m-my ethan..” you hug your knees and start rocking back and forth.
“ethan.. ethan.. ethan..” you repeat over and over again as his unmasking plays in your head in an endless loop. betrayal and sorrow swirl your mind, making it feel like the world stopped spinning
“y/n?” tara grabs your shoulder and begins to shake you, breaking your train of thought
you look up into tara’s eyes with tears streaming down your from your eyes. you can feel your mascara disintegrating but you wipe your cheeks anyways.
“i cant do this anymore tara! i miss wes, and i miss liv a-and anika! i miss amber..” you sob, remembering the sight of your dead sister.
tara stares down at the floor for a moment and you notice her eyes begin to water before she gazes back at you again.
“we’re going to get out of this,” she promises, squeezing your hand tightly.
“what if ethan doesn’t?” you whisper.
you both sit there in silence for a moment, before you hear heavy footsteps walking up to the backstage.
“shit.” you say as you get up on your feet quickly, pulling up tara as you do.
“heyyy,” quinn calls as she appears out from a curtain, her toothless grin sending a chill up your spine.
“oh shit! run!” tara shouts. she starts sprinting quickly, running down the stairs as you follow her back to the main part of the theatre.
ethan pops out from behind a case of ‘stab’ artifacts, sending you to run in the opposite direction. he shoots a quick look at quinn, tailing tara, shortly before chasing you.
“where do you think your going?” he calls. you race down into a hallway, turning into the first door on your left.
“fuck! it’s a fucking supply closet!” you cry, closing the door behind you and laying a broomstick over the handle, like in the movies.
you wipe the sweat off your forehead, exhausted from running as you hear pounding on the door.
“open the fucking door y/n!” ethan shouts from the other side
“shit, shit, shit,” you mumble under your breath, scampering over the supply racks next to you for anything applicable of being a weapon. you find a wrench when the door breaks down.
ethan stands in the doorway, panting heavily. he stares at you with an ominous look. you step backwards when he starts stepping towards you.
you back into a corner and start hyperventilating. he looms over you, resting the tip of his knife on the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
you purse your quivering lips, failing to desperately hold back your tears. ethan takes his glove off with a concerned face.
“oh no please don’t cry m’baby,” he tucks his knife into his robe and cradles the side of you face, wiping your tears away.
you start sobbing, collapsing into his arms and leaning against his chest.
“why? how could you do this to me?” you utter. ethan kisses the top of your forehead without words.
“when richie died-“ he starts before getting cut off
“that’s it?” you cry, looking up at him confused
“no y/n you don’t understand-“ he explains.
“understand what? you’re not the only one who lost their sibling, e! i didn’t start a fucking killing spree, did i?” you say, pushing him away.
“i did it for my dad! he was only ever proud of richie, and i wanted him to be proud of me too,” he shouts.
you gaze softens with understanding. he looks down at the floor and then back at you with pain in his eyes
“i never meant to hurt you y/n. i’m so, so sorry,” he says, reaching for his knife.
“but i cant let you walk out of here alive.” he whispers as he stabs the side of your waist, retracting the knife quickly
your eyes widen before the edges of your vision begin to fade out.
in a rush of adrenaline you kick him away, throwing your wrench at his head in an attempt to stun him.
you try to knock a supply rack on top of him, but he jumps on you, kicking your feet and knocking you to the ground.
ethan kneels over you when he brings down his knife to your chest, nearly stabbing you. you grab his wrist, pushing it away as hard as you can.
you twist his arm, causing him to drop the knife and grunt out in pain. you pick up the knife and roll out from under him, pushing him to the ground.
you stab his chest repeatedly, five - maybe six times, as he yells out in pain. your eyes well up at the realization in what you’ve done.
“ethan no! i’m sorry! i’m sorry i’m so so sorry!” you wail. you drop the knife, pushing it to the other side of the room.
ethan leans against the wall as he starts to cough up blood. you pull him closer you, laying him in your lap and cradling him in your arms.
“i’m so sorry my love” you repeat, your tear flow becoming heavier.
“i love you,” you whisper, pushing his damp curls away from his face, bringing your forehead to his.
he weakly grabs your hand, interlocking it with his as he faintly smiles.
“i know.”
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dwippingbun · 1 year
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My brother just sent this to me and I'm sobbing omfg
it mE!!!!!
This sona feels so right 🥺💖🥺🌈💓
Artist is lozydrawsstuff :0
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cochineal-leviat · 4 months
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One of the first sketch dumps I made after I got sucked into Kirby. You can see how rough I was with the first Kirbies in the upper left corner. This dates back to April of 2022.
The Dedede's was me experimenting with what kind of design I wanted to draw in for King Dedede. Since I was introduced to the series with KATFL I was used to club penguin Dedede so playing the older games surprised me a bit. Now I'm more used to the older design from Star Allies/Kirby Triple Deluxe. Although there is def some Smash Bros Dedede in there too. I just love the kimono some people draw Dedede in. It's rad.
The 'me, my husband and our 1561 kids' joke is from another artist here on tumblr that I got inspired by @miniiieevee. Or at least I think it was their comic. It was so long ago I don't remember. I will correct this if I'm wrong. (The blobs are waddle dees, I just got lazy with sketching)
And Kirfluff, I'm a sucker for those two. What more can I say? Still my Kirby OTP (although I feel like that's an incorrect statement because there are a lot of good Kirby ships that I love. I am a multishipper at heart. Kirfluff just inspires me more)
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auras-moonstone · 8 months
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mad woman — ethan landry (part six)
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word count: 804
pairing: ethan landry x gf!fem!reader
summary: the moment y/n and the kirsch family had been waiting for finally arrived. will they succeed?
previous part ; epilogue
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THE PLAN WAS THAT Y/N SHOULD NOT REVEAL SHE WAS THE KILLER THE SAME TIME AS THE THREE KIRSCHES. They needed the Carpenter sisters to trust her, just in case something went wrong and they managed to escape. So, Y/N had to pull an Oscar award worthy performance throughout the whole revealing and chasing scene.
But the time she had been waiting for finally came. Tara, Sam and her had climbed the stairs to the second floor and Tara almost fell from the railing if Y/N hadn’t caught her.
“Fuck, Tara. I can’t… my hands” Y/N said, looking at her hands, covered a crimson red—Kirby’s blood.
“It’s okay… let me go” the black-haired girl said.
“Are you crazy?” Sam said, from next to them. She had her knife extended towards Quinn, who was slowly cornering them.
“Trust me, Sam” her sister said in a confident tone.
“Take this” Y/N said, giving Tara her knife. The latter nodded, and Y/N finally let go.
Tara fell, and Ethan stabbed her in the stomach “Gotcha!”.
The girl grabbed the knife her friend gave her and went to stab the brunette boy in the throat. It was a surprise to her when Ethan just smiled jokingly, and no blood came out. She took the knife out, and frowned when she saw it was fake. It was a retractable knife—she had been played.
“My girlfriend’s quite the actress, isn’t she?” Ethan smirked.
Unbeknownst to the revelation that happened downstairs, Sam looked at Y/N and subtlety signalled her head to the gun that was lying a few feet away from her. Y/N nodded in understanding.
“Do you really think you’re going to get away with this, Quinn?” Sam asked, hoping to distract the red-head while her friend took the gun.
“Actually, yeah. I’m very optimistic about this” Quinn replied with a cynic smile.
“We are two against one right now” Sam continued.
Quinn let out a laugh “Are you sure about that?” Y/N quickly grabbed the gun, stood behind Sam and pointed it to her head. “What a fucking plot-twist, right?”.
“Now, let’s join your sister, Sam. I’m letting you see her once more before they kill you, just because I’m feeling generous right now” Y/N said. “Hi, Tara! Did my knife come in handy?”.
“That was amazing thinking, love” Ethan told her, proud smile painted on his handsome face.
“Thanks, Eth” she blew him a kiss.
“You two are really perfect for each other” Tara said, clutching her stomach in pain.
“Thanks! We actually owe that to you two, wanting you dead has brought us together” Y/N said with a smile.
“You are mad!” Tara told her.
“You made me like that!” Y/N yelled in anger “And you know what I should do? I should gut your sister right in front of you, just like you did with Amber. But lucky for you, she’s not mine to kill. That’s their job” she said, pushing Sam towards Bailey and Quinn. “You on the other hand…” she said walking towards her, pressing the wound with her shoe, making her scream in pain “I’m going to take my time with you… cause you took everything from me”.
Ethan took a knife from under his cloak and gave it to Y/N “This is your sister’s”.
Y/N smiled gratefully before placing a kiss on his cheek, while adding more pressure to Tara’s wound “Thank you, babe”.
“Do you have to act all lovey dovey all the time?” Quinn groaned in frustration.
“Sorry, back to business” Y/N said, kneeling next to Tara, who let out a cry while Sam screamed “Don’t be sad, girls. You’ll be seeing each other again in a couple of minutes”.
Y/N didn’t waste any more time, and dig her knife on Tara’s stomach, just where Ethan had previously stabbed her. “This is not even half the pain you all caused to my sister”.
“She deserved it” Tara managed to say in between sobs.
“You think you’re badass, don’t you? Don’t you know that if you poke the bear, the claws will come out?” Y/N gritted her teeth as she spoke, dragging the knife upwards. Tara’s scream resonated on the room. “Oh, look what you made me do, Tara. It could have all been a little less… gory if you had kept your mouth shut”.
“Get over with it, kid” Y/N heard Bailey said. She took a look at the three people in front of her. Sam was laying a few feet away, lifeless.
“I’ll let you join your sister now. Bye, Tara” and with one stab in the heart, the only Carpenter sister left stopped breathing.
“Are you okay?” Ethan asked her, helping her up.
Y/N wrapped her arms around her boyfriend “Perfectly fine, Eth” He smiled and kissed her temple—they had done it, they had survived and succeed.
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author’s note: that was the last part of the mad woman series🥺 i know it was short compared to other parts, i just think that it was useless to keep the original revealing scene because we all already know the motive.
i also wrote the epilogue, which will be out tomorrow! expect a very romantic chapter because i’m a hopeless romantic even when i’m writing about two psychos!
tags: @marauders3 @multi-simp-page
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