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gale saying "i AM involved! i am taking notes!" when banging the drow twins killed me

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sounds strangely familiar for some reason hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

#x. ooc #could it be...... taken from matthew 25:35...................... #no.... impossible................... #momo would never!!!!!

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#he.. is... rISEN

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Egil asking if you want to be a blood donor and you accept with whatever that means, but now he keeps presenting you to others as his blood bitch

if your muse is super healthy (or wants to be forced to be super healthy) there is always the option to be egil's personal blood bag

#x. ooc #he's a ten but

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if your muse is super healthy (or wants to be forced to be super healthy) there is always the option to be egil's personal blood bag

#x. ooc #disappoint him and taste bad one day and he'll sell you off or something to another vampire #lmao a blood slave market

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Cleaning up after a killing a person usually went slowly and methodically in silence. Everything had its own place waiting to be properly discarded or cleaned. All was planned in detail weeks ago and Benjamin would leave nothing behind that could be traced back to him, no matter how boring it was to carry it out - in complete silence. But something suddenly rattled behind him.

A chill ran up Benjamin's spine and he spun around towards the body. The motherfucker had spoken. He didn't stop to think, but quickly grabbed a screwdriver off of a shelf and immediately went and shoved it into her neck twice. Only with the tight grip around the screwdriver still in the girl's neck did he consider what had just happened. He refused to believe it was his imagination - he wasn't crazy. Rigor mortis could cause some movements, but that would not have set in yet. Gas could explain the breathing, but not the words. Maybe he, by some freak accident, had not actually killed her? No. It was impossible to survive the blood loss he had caused her. Or she was a zombie. Benjamin snorted. Zombies didn't exist. He pulled out the tool. His hand had blood on it. "Ugh." He shouldn't have removed the gloves.

Benjamin put the screwdriver next to Reese on the table and leaned forward to inspect her, searching for the tiniest twitch. She was dead alright. "...Reese? I suggest you stay dead," he mumbled. Sure, he 'spoke' to the dead victims but never expected an answer, and he felt stupid for actually expecting one now. Still, he waited to be on the safe side.

Reese had spent a lot of her life reflecting on all of the very bad days that she had, somehow, if only by the skin of her teeth, survived and -- honestly, she'd had more than a few. Most of them had involved death. The loss of her parents had shattered what semblance of control she had on her reality and left her broken beyond any possible repair - the straw that had broken the camel's back to her tenuous grip on her sanity. What was left of her after that, held together by hope and a prayer, had splintered into a thousand miniscule pieces with Marcus' loss and her first personal dance with Death.

She'd always wondered if she'd just come back wrong after that, but no matter how many times she'd thrown herself into harm's way, how many times she'd plunged the needle or the razor into her skin to dare Death to finish what it had started, she hadn't ever seemed to shake the oh so bruised and battered mortal coil. She was so tired. Every year that came and went felt like another albatross around her neck. Inevitable. Inescapable.

This time, like so many other times, she had ignored the agitated whispers in her mind, had ignored the twisting in her gut and the icy chill that had left icicles in her spine at his voice, at his touch. After all -- what was the worst that could happen?

Strange, then, that for as much as she had courted Death, that she should fight so hard to live. Fought against the vice like grip of his fingers around her throat -- struggled for consciousness, against the swirl of black and white explosions at the edges of her vision, fought against the fiery burn of whatever he had injected her with, her throat raw from her curses and her screams. Even the darkness that swallowed her conscious thoughts had not been merciful. She had felt it all. Each precise angle of the scalpel through the layers of her skin, each press of fingers and metal against the organs and muscles that he had toyed with, rearranged, prodded, sliced, excised.

She had heard - felt - the staggered, sluggish beat of her pulse as it weakened, as it slowed, and somewhere in the haze of her memories, she could hear a melody that wound in time with it until there were finally no more tears to stain her temples, there was no more staccato drum of pulse, there was no more pain, and even the blackness itself had simply... gone.

The breath that was drawn in was rough, and loud, and desperate - the spasm that tore through her was violent, and sharp - fingers flared and limbs pulled up against the straps that held her in place and confusion and panic were written in equal measure on her expression as she tried to find some sense in the position she found herself in and the pain that throbbed and stung in her flesh. Was she dreaming? Had it been a dream? Was any of this real? "Help -- " Her words were hoarse, raspy. "Help me ---"

#IT'S GREAT DW #x. benjamin #brittlefcrged

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imagine figuring out benj killed your daughter/sister/girlfriend/whatever so you fuck him up but

how unsatisfying torturing someone who just doesnt get why you're doing it and would still kill again no matter what you do to him if he felt like it

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN in THE COURIER (2012)

#x. houston strangler #im not saying someone should torture benj but im saying someone should torture benj #lord knows he dESERVES IT

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“If psychopathy is associated with perceiving fear more positively, there may be a corresponding tendency to underestimate the unpleasant fear that is experienced by victims. That is, not only do individuals with psychopathic traits show a lesser ability to recognise fearful faces, but they may also believe that the other person’s fear is experienced more positively and less negatively than is the case.”

#x. about benjamin #i requested the full article to be published on researchgate #i hope they dooo

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i might reply to a thing or two today!!

im gonna fuck around with the dragons dogma CC tho!

#x. ooc #IM MAKING VEL OBVIOUSLY

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YOU MAKE ME 💦 SERIES ↠ 23/??

#BENJI #x. houston strangler

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My favorite psychopath is receiving tERRIBLE messages about his disabled son's death now under ramaham and he is taking it extremely well because.... he is a psychopath.

#x. ooc #fascinating. can i imagine how crazy with anger and grief other parents wouldve been. #dwood is instead taking their fav book to the shooting range 😂

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It's soon easter which means me having feels about Jesus dying sO YOUNG again

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#x. jeshua things #realized last year forgiveness is basically just a promise to not do revenge and kill the person #lmao

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Remember when I read dune and my fav character was a fremen who lived for literally one single page

#x. ooc #i still think about him sometimes 😔

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my man looks like he drank one elixir too many

you knew him as a master cat witcher

velraen is now an illithid master cat witcher