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bitchsister · 5 days

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i can’t stop thinking about gale and bucky dp’ing curtis. i’ve been so sad they never got to do this in eat your young. in my mind it’s exactly what they all need

You diiiiiirty rascal, you.

It took me three days to write this because I had to take a break here and there.

I’ve combined this ask with one I got very shortly after. (Same anon?? Hmmm!?!?! 👀👀👀)

I thought it just made sense to put them together.

THIS IS A LUCKY CHARMS AU PROMPT.

I did think about doing this as an EYY prompt, and could do that again later too if anon would like!! For me, it made sense to pair these two requests up with the LC AU instead of EYY.

Also @swifty-fox is to blame for like half of this even though I planned to do it all before they said anything idc I’m blaming them still.

don’t read if you’re not absolutely LOCKED IN for:

feminization of Curt, double penetration, crying, whining, getting a lil snotty over your boyfriends fucking you absolutely stupid, daddy is used once or twice, pet names like honey, darlin’, baby, Gale and Bucky adoring Curt like he created the universe even though he is Head Brat in Charge.

Reminder : This is Yoyo’s first time writing dp. She does not know what she is doing :-) ever :-)

Andiamo!

Curt was getting used to spending Bucky’s money — and he wasn’t shy about it, either.

In the beginning Curt used to send a text, at the very least, about a sweater he liked, or a journal he wanted from the coffee shop Gale frequented on his coffee and matcha runs for the two of them while they hammered away at case files and court hearings.

Those days were over, though.

A trip to the mall before going over to Bucky’s for the weekend would prove as much.

She’s goddamn beautiful, Bucky commented on an actress in the movie they watched the night before and for whatever reason, that had stuck with Curt.

He thought, in the back of his mind, if Bucky wanted to fuck a girl then he mind as well, but Curt would scamper around in a skirt he bought with Bucky’s money to taunt him for it first.

It was obnoxious, the skirt. The lace. The tule that ruffled the edges and the playboy crop top he bought.

He dressed himself in a fit of giggles, hardly able to look himself in the mirror once he was all finished so he instead trekked to Bucky’s study where he and Gale were thumbing through piles of law books to figure out if their tactics would even hold up in court.

“Hey, darlin’.” Bucky greeted the familiar noise of Curt entering the room without looking up from the book in front of him, but Gale had.

“Johnny,” Gale grumbled at the sight, his lungs squeezed dry of every ounce of oxygen left inside them. “Might wanna look at this.”

Curt stood proudly beside the window he usually did, a lollipop in his cheek and a joint in his hand as he bashfully turned his gaze toward the two of them, giving them that infamous “What?” As if he’d been wearing his usual cut offs and a baggy tee.

“What’s this?” Bucky murmured, sighing loudly as he sat back in his chair, leather squeaking beneath him.

“What’s what?”

“Curtis..”

Curt shrugged a singular shoulder and plopped down by the window, looking down at his collection of books and acting as if he could focus hard enough to pick one he’d pretend to read.

Bucky and Gale had been more the generous with their time these days — giving Curt all the attention he could ever want; fucking him pink, sweaty and sleepy enough so they could buy themselves a couple hours of uninterrupted silence to hammer in the last few nails of their work.

It was understood between the three of them their dynamics.

Curt was in the midst of his summer break and hardly had an interest in a summer job. Instead, he’d spend his days with Bucky and Gale going to dinner or getting fucked in the pool, in the tub, or over the island in the kitchen.

Others, he’d go out to the farm to visit his mother Ruthie. It was his own little getaway where he’d plant wild flowers and drive their little boat in the fresh spring water.

He loved Bucky, and he loved Gale, but all three of them knew their lives were on different paths.

That didn’t mean they weren’t meant to be — no.

If you were to ask Curt if he’d rather be doing anything else with his life, he’d say he’d rather die.

Bucky was so in love with Curt it sometimes made him feel ill and Gale just the same, though he repressed his feelings so far down into his gut that he was unsure he could bring it up without being sick.

It was too much to fathom, too much to think about.

So he didn’t.

Nobody did.

What was the point, when something like this could rock up into Bucky’s study without a forewarning or a text?

“Stop lookin’ at me like that.” Curt grinned, sitting the way he usually did but this time he was wearing a skirt with no underwear beneath it. Just crossed legs, and lips alternating between a cherry lollipop, a joint, and mouthing off as usual.

“C’mere.” Was all Gale had to say, his voice steady and his gaze locked on Curtis whose cheeks flushed pink. He liked when Gale used his voice, which he was getting so much better at as of late.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I said.”

Curt huffed and sat up slowly from where he’d been slouching, the book he’d been staring at clapped closed once he stood and flattened out the skirt that hiked further up with each step toward them.

At times, it was a hard balancing act, but Bucky never minded sharing with Gale and only Gale, who had never once complained about watching if he was put in such a position — however, he’d lately been so hands-on that it was hard to imagine himself sitting idly by while Bucky had all the fun.

“Where’d you get this?” Gale asked, reaching forward to tug at the skirt that Curt wore confidently, but seemed shy in. “Spending Daddy’s money again?”

Curt nodded slowly, slipping himself into Gales lap and wrapping an arm around his shoulders, joint held to Gales lips who reluctantly took a hit.

It was game over.

“He said he liked one of ‘em pretty actresses in that movie we watched last night.” Curt made himself comfortable in Gales lap, the joint between his teeth again as he hummed. “I think I’m prettier, so I thought I oughta show ‘em.”

His knees were scabbed from the farm and his shins bruised from drunken nights with his girlfriends at the college bars, who knew how to fucking put ‘em back.

A tomboy, through and through, but he looked so pretty this way.

Curt could pull off anything.

Bucky snorted anyway, nursing the whiskey he’d had lying around for hours now by his side as he watched Curt drape himself over Gale and feed him more smoke via his own lungs and mouth, “She’s conventionally attractive, Curt. Universally.” He waved his pen, “She wasn’t even wearing a skirt.”

Curt’s cheeks burned bright red, his thighs spread over Gales once he turned in his lap. No longer was he concerned about acting prudent, or modest. He was nothing of the sort. “You don’t think I look pretty?”

Both Gale and Bucky uttered out the loud hums in the very back of their throats; the ones Curt could recognize from anywhere and would know exactly what they meant. “Too fuckin’ pretty.” Bucky concluded in a whisper, watching Gale’s palms flatten over Curt’s mid-summer tanned thighs that already quivered with aching anticipation.

He’d gone and riled himself up more than he’d ever realized, but Bucky and Gale were not so far behind him. “Put him on the desk for me, Gale.” Bucky waved his fingers and Gale was quick to obey, just as eager to please as Curt could ever be.

He stayed behind Curt once he was sat upon Bucky’s desk, his chin resting on his shoulder to look down at his body — his pink nipples, his soft belly and the skirt that hardly covered his thighs and his cock that had began begging for any bit of attention.

“Wait,” Curt slapped his hand over Bucky’s chest to keep him at a close distance while his other pulled Gale closer, drawing him further into Bucky until they were face to face over the desk with Curtis between them. “Give Galey some lovin’.” He demanded, but his voice was soft and so sugary sweet.

It was only recently that Gale and Bucky had broke the third wall; sharing kisses, swapping spit or Curt’s cum they couldn’t bear the thought of tasting by themselves, always so eager to share with each other — Curt wasn’t shy about wanting to explore that need to share a bit deeper, pick and dig at the brains that have wanted to make such advances for years but never knew how.

Their kisses were sloppy, wet, uncoordinated but Curt relished in watching Gale learn how to he loved by a passionate man rather than the hand of a distracted woman who’d rather be doing anything else.

He watched them touch, kiss, lick, bite until he could hardly keep himself still. “Okay,” he whispered, shoving at their chests. “My turn now.”

“Sorry,” Bucky murmured through a chuckle once he’d pulled away from Gale who groaned at the sudden loss, his eyes cracking open to soak up the sight of Curt panting between them with his legs spread wider and waiting. “Galey tastes so much like you right now.”

Weed, cherry, sickly sweet.

Gale hadn’t even minded the fact that Bucky may or may not have been licking the saliva out of his mouth just because of said reason — all he cared was that he had the two of them, and always would.

The details hardly mattered.

Until whenever the day came that they did.

“Shouldn’t be tellin’ us what to do, anyway.” Gale grumbled as he sucked a little red mark into Curt’s collarbone from where he stood, gripping his thighs to spread them as Bucky pressed himself closer on his front side. “Look at yourself.”

Curt smirked once he lifted his thighs, his feet covered in thigh highs spread apart. “Yeah, look at me.” He sighed, as if Gale had made a valid point.

No, a year ago he never would have imagined himself in such a position, wearing a skirt while he spread his legs for two judicial professionals who’d both earned prestigious titles in their respectful fields — but there he was, and there he ought to stay, for as long as they’d have him.

“So, what’s the angle?” Bucky asked through a smirk as he pressed his palms to the back of Curt’s thighs, his knees drawn closer to his chest. “Exactly where did you think this would land you, Curtis?”

A grin was shot back at him once Curt had reached up to grip onto Gale’s biceps. “Mmm.. Somewhere like this.” He panted, his half-lit and almost forgotten about joint still dangling from his lips.

Both Gale and Bucky had rid themselves of their clothing faster than Curt could even register, his hands left briefly to palm between his legs and hike up further the pink skirt that hardly covered anything anymore. “I wanna try it again.” He blurted, his own needy little fingers already working to fuck himself open and get ahead of the process, which last time had failed so miserably.

Curt wanted so badly to feel both Gale and Bucky at the same time — and what better way to bring the three of them closer, he wondered.

No amount of lube or sweet talk could get Curt to relax, too riled up after he’d returned to Bucky’s for the weekend after boxing practice with a bloodied cheek from a misstep and sweat still damp in his hair. Too much adrenaline, still. Gale had rationed when he simply couldn’t fit. Please, no, Galey. Please, please, please. Keep trying. Curt had begged, though he was in tears from their efforts.

“Curt,” Gale whispered, already afraid just he could split him apart on his very own at times. “I don’t think it’s even possible.”

Curt wasn’t taking that for an answer and Bucky knew as much to be the truth, already warming lube between his fingers with a grin. “We can try.” John nodded, looking to Gale as to soothe him and his nerves. Despite how he may act at times, or how he may look, Curt was a big boy who could handle his own. “Second you start crying again is when we stop.”

It wasn’t on purpose — and it wasn’t so much the pain that had caused the tears, but the frustration he felt with his own body for not cooperating.

Thankfully, not a lick of adrenaline had hit his nervous system that day unless you considered the little bit he got from swiping Bucky’s card to buy knee highs, a skirt, and an overpriced playboy top.

Curt nodded in understanding nonetheless, his own fingers that desperately worked themselves between his cheeks replaced by Bucky’s instead — warm, thick, and so familiar. “Fuck,” a whimper dribbled from his lips once he was easily maneuvered to sit over Gales thighs again after he’d circled the desk.

He pressed his back into Gale’s chest, grinning up at him as he moaned through the joint that had finally put itself out. Gale had removed it to discard nearby in one of Bucky’s desk ashtrays littered only with the filters left from Curt’s morning and midday study or magazine flipping joints which had freed his lips to be kissed and bitten by Gale.

Curt gasped, his neck craned upward to catch the kisses Gale was showering upon him while Bucky worked himself into the little body that could already feel him in its belly, full just from one and eager to take on another. “Such a pretty baby,” Gale murmured breathily, holding Curt into position by the backside of his thighs, folded in half in his lap as Bucky slammed his hips into Curt’s ass. “Already so tight around Daddy, you’re too little to take two.”

“Uh-uh,” Curt argued, his cheeks burning red hot and his skin sticky with sweat already. “I can d— fuck,” he reached up again to grab onto Gale’s biceps, gazing at Bucky who was so full of love and adoration, looking at him the same way he did his expensive paintings. “I can do it.”

Bucky’s hips slowed then, watching intently at his cock as it disappeared with each careful thrust while Gales hung heavy and needy.

He nudged Gale upward carefully before he lined their cocks up together, stroking both as if they’d already merged into one somehow.

Their hips found a rhythm once Gale stood and held Curt to his chest by his thighs, Bucky being the anchor he latched onto once he was wedged between them, taking both of their cocks at once with a little encouragement and a ton of luck, just like he said he would, yet nobody could utter a word just yet besides the sputtering, whimpery mess Curt had suddenly become with the hem of his skirt pulled up and clenched between his teeth.

Though it was difficult, Gale and Bucky had made it a point to go slow.

“Fu- uuck,” Curt panted while Bucky cooed at him, the feeling of Gales cock so close and tight against his own and the familiar warmth of Curt around both of them was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

Like nothing he’d ever imagined.

“Look at you,” Bucky recognized the Curt in front of him, his jaw unhinged and his eyes glassy and trying so hard to focus, but hadn’t seen him quite this gone in some time. “You’re doin’ so good.”

Gale’s gaze had landed on Bucky again, needy and wanting and waiting as he huffed little breaths of oxygen from his lungs. “You should see Galey’s face, Curt. Makin’ him feel so fuckin’ good, honey.” Bucky pressed a few sloppy kisses to Gales lips that were starting to taste more like him again.

Spearmint, matcha, little wooden toothpicks.

“Takin’ us both like this.”

“You’re so fuckin’ sweet to us, Curtie.”

“Look at you, baby. Takin’ cock like you were born for it.”

A sight for sore eyes, the few little wet spatters on Curt’s belly from his own leaking cock caught Bucky’s attention. “Look how wet you are.”

Curt had bounced back and forth from panting and moaning to choking back little sobs that made his chest heave and shudder, cheeks splotchy, pink and covered in hot wet tears, nose stuffy and sniffling. “I-I told ya I could do it.” He hiccuped through what sounded to be a sob, but his expressions had shown not one bit of pain.

Both Gale and Bucky had remembered their deal earlier about the tears but this felt too fucking good to let go of, even despite the big fat stream that trickled down from Curt’s pretty blue eyes and to his chest once Gale had stripped him of his clothing, skirt and all. “Oh, sweet baby.” Bucky moaned, “Does that feel good?”

A wild string of yesyesyes’s was fucked out of him, his core rattling with each draw of oxygen back into his lungs that felt like they’d begun to bleed.

He felt so full of them, the sensation nestled deep into his belly — he couldn’t stop the wave of emotions that ripped right through him, whining and whimpering, hardly able to muster even a squeal through it all and so instead it came out in a continuous swirl of gentle weeping.

Dontstopdontstopdontstop, pleasepleaseplease, Curt wailed amidst the cacophony of beautiful skin against skin, thick, breathy moans, and more wet kisses shared between Gale and Bucky who were closer now than they’d ever been before, even including their college days.

Bucky licked into Curt’s mouth that simply couldn’t stay shut, and then Gale had leaned forward to do just the same.

By now, Bucky had learned Gales tell for how close he was to tipping right over the edge. “M’gonna — fuck -“ he mouthed at the dip in Curt’s shoulder, mostly tongue and so very gentle I’m-in-love-right-now-but-I’d-rather-die-than-admit-it kisses. “Gonna make me come, baby.” Gales voice had gone deeper than ever before, a low growl mixing with the same one Bucky had huffed back at him.

“Y’gonna be full of it, just like you wanted.”

Curt sobbed between them, but rocked his hips harder against the two, “Faster,” he begged, though he looked in no shape to be requesting such a thing. “Please — faster - please fuck me faster.”

He was in no mood for Gale or Bucky to scold him for bad manners.

A swirl of pretty pinks, yellows, blues and greens.

Tan skin, the smell of them, the sound of the fountain in the pool trickling outside the open window by his usual spot.

His body had hardly been his, then.

Used by Bucky and Gale beyond its limits until everything became warm, wet, and sticky. He was filled with it, covered in it, licking it from his fingers and from Gales mouth once he’d been plopped onto the leather of the couch in the study, peppered in kisses as his vision blearily came in and out of focus from the exhaustion that crept up on him, Bucky wiping him clean with a wet wash cloth from the adjoining bathroom while Gale smoothed his hair away from his eyes.

“Told ya I could do it.” Curt whispered through the hiccups that still wracked his lungs that struggled to catch an even breath.

{ these keep getting longer and longer pls put a muzzle on me }

#💌#I can’t add on and edit this any longer #get it away from me. just take it #curtbucky #Curtbuckygale #masters of the air #yoyo writes

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gacha-incels · 3 months

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a lot of limbus company/project moon fans see posts and boycotts regarding the game as an attack targeted at the gacha game and its players specifically. I find it obscene especially for PM/Limbus fans outside South Korea to criticize the way women there, who are directly affected by this issue, protest.

This isn’t some inane fandom war about you. I know for many it’s easy and comforting to fall back into this very structured type of arguing. This is a childish way of thinking where you position any criticism against a game (and by proxy, yourself as someone who has made it part of your personality) as coming from “haters” so you do not have to reckon with the actual issue at hand- violent, pervasive misogyny. You can see user Hellscherry1 respond to a fake argument they themselves have made up when responding to mochi067497. Hellscherry does not want to actually discuss the issue at hand nor do they understand enough about it to offer a rebuttal, so they make up an argument that they can argue against (positioning protesters as simply PM/LC haters) so it’s easy for them to “win” the debate. For this type of person, they don’t actually want to have a discussion, they don’t want to learn and they don’t feel strong enough in their convictions to actually address the issue. They just want protesting users to stop making noise, so they will utilize any type of argument that will give them that goal.

#project moon #limbus company #korean incel #misogyny #fandom

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nixii-sabre · 1 month

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ok so like nutcrackers from lc are cool and all. i love their design and the way they move n stuff but PLEASE. THEY ARE MY LEAST FAVORITE ENTITY AND IM SORRY FOR THAT. THE SOUND. THE NOIIIIISE. THE SOUNDSSSS THE SOUNDS THEY MAKE . EVERY TIME I HEAR ONE APPROACHING OR CRANKING OR ANY OF ITS NOISES I PANIC SO SO SO S HARD. I RUN. I RUN. I CRY. I HIDE. ITS THE SCARIEST SOUND EVER ESPECIALLY WHEN U HEAR IT GETTING CLOSER TO YOU AND THE STOMPIG IS SO DISTCINT AAAAAGH I ALSO DONT KNOW HOW TO DEAL EITH THEM! SO LIKE WHEN IM FACE TO FACE WITH ONE I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO I JUST LIKE AH FUCK TIME TO DIE

#shitpost #nutcrackers man....#lethal company #i wouldl ike them better if they didn't sound so fucking SCARY AND LOUD

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morningstarlucemon · 4 months

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Spot - Vita Carnis OC???

Sooo... i'm a huge Vita Carnis fan. And there's a particular comment on Youtube ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjOvqpr0big&lc=UgwH2BcukMOdX3wJypV4AaABAg ) about someone who had accidentally adopted a Mimic. And i couldn't get the idea out of my head. I wanted to make a Carnisona for a while, i guess?? So... here's Spot. They're real sweet. VERY protective of their handler. They're very skittish and mistrusting of new people. They were supposed to be used as a guard Mimic by an elicit group. But he was deemed less than fit, and used as a bait instead (dog fighting term used for dogs that fight poorly or not at all who are used to train other attack dogs). They're very sound-sensitive, and they have to wear noise-cancelling headphones whenever they're out. They also have a scarf for the winter.

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#vita #carnis #vita carnis #mimic #fanart #spot

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centipede-gutzz · 3 months

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🃏 COLD COURT [LC JESTER x GN READER]

A/N: sorry, you're going through the horrors this time.

SUMMARY: The Cold Court of Dine is cold and unforgiving, and the Jester is no different. Yet, it could be different for you.

WARNINGS: scenes containing death and violence.

TYPE: fic, gn reader, platonic, angst with comfort from the thing that literally killed your teammates not too long ago.

"Alright, that should be the last of it."

You nod in agreement as your teammate puts down the rubix cubes one of them found in the loot pile. Said teammate, or Orange, sighs in relief. Another successful job in the cold planet, Dine.

Your crew managed to save up a decent amount of money to land here, in hopes of better loot to reach the next quota more efficiently. And for once, it was a mansion! A nice break from the steamy pipes and creaking metal of the railings. And surprisely enough, no casualties were to be had.

The previous run didn't end well. You recall losing one of your mates to a Coil-Head. He didn't react in time when the sound of scattering footsteps quickly approache them from behind, catching him off guard as his head was ejected from his body. Blood stained your suit as you stared down at his corpse, the spring sticking out where his neck once was wobbling around.

It was a gruesome sight to behold. You're lucky the others were there to help you, handing you the loot to escape while they took care of watching the Coil-Head. They managed to escape with you soon after, but you can't stop the guilt from invading your mind. You could've saved him, perhaps if you were faster. It's too late now. As quick as he was gone, a new employee arrived to replace him. The newbie seemed to do just fine, despite being a nervous wreck (you all nicknamed her Yellow, due to her suit color). You can't blame her, this job isn't exactly an everyday choice. This time, you hope that things will turn out differently.

"Woah hey, what the hell is that?!"

Orange's voice breaks you out of your thoughts as you turn your head towards him. He seems on edge, taking a step back as he points to the doorway on the other side of the room. You open your mouth to speak and turn to look at whatever he saw. Before you can even speak, you let out a startled noise at the sight.

It's a jack-in-the-box. The thing is huge, more bigger than any other one you've seen. It has legs too, with a singular arm on its left right below the crank. You quickly activate your scanner to figure out what the weird toy was. A "jester", the words read from your scanner. It certainly didn't look like one, no funny hat or ringing bells to accompany its design.

It just stands there...menacingly. The box slightly moves up and down in an idle manner, as if waiting for something. Your teammates quickly scramble to grab whatever loot they can hold.

"I don't what the hell that is, but I don't think we should stick around to find out," Orange rambles out. You quickly nod, your grip on your items tightening.

As soon as you were all about to leave, the Jester raises its arm to reach for its crank. It begins to crank itself with a steady pace, the song "Pop Goes the Weasel" coming from the box. Dread washes over you as you take a few steps around the box towards the door it came from. The exit shouldn't be too far from here, if your memory serves you correctly.

You call out for your teammates to leave, one of them already making a run for it. You soon follow but quickly turn around to see Yellow staring at the Jester.

Your voices rings through the air as you call out to her, pleading for her to move away from the box. She doesn't move as she responds, "But...what if it's fine? I used to have one of these as a kid, and the most it would do was scare me! Surely it won't be any different, right?"

"IT VERY MUCH COULD BE! We can't stand here forever and risk everything, we gotta move," Orange yells out. He lets out a noise of frustration when she doesn't budge and he puts all of his loot into your hands. He looks at you with a serious, yet sorry look.

"Hey bud, I'm sorry you have to be put in this situation again but we can't lose our stuff. I'm gonna try to get her out of here, but you gotta get this stuff back to the ship. Blue's still there, they should be starting the ship by the time you get there," he says. You shake your head in response. You can't lose another one again! What if something happens again? They've gotten this far, it doesn't have to be this way.

It feels like he can read your thoughts or perhaps noticed your quivering body and panicked breathing as he continues, "I know things shouldn't be like this again, but who knows what happens if we miss quota? Just run, we'll be right behind you!"

He pushes you out of the room and runs to Yellow, tugging at her arm and yelling at her to leave. The song never stops, the speed increasing as time goes on.

It's the same thing again. You feel helpless, once again the last resort. Your grip on the loot falters for a second before turning to run towards where the exit should be. The sound of Pop Goes the Weasel and your teammates voices echo through the halls of the mansion as you run as fast as you can.

What if something happens? Your thoughts quickly begin to swirl, making you come to a halt. The glass of your helmet's visor fogs up as you begin to hyperventilate. You can't be a coward again. There's a reason why you lost your teammate, and maybe even these ones if you just run away. You argue with yourself back and forth, undecided if you should continue to the exit or go back to your mates. Your mind seems to go with the latter, your shaking legs quickly turning around to go back.

As you take a step forward, you feel that something is off. You can barely make out the distant sound of screams, both human and not. Fast and heavy footsteps are heard muffled beyond the hard walls of the mansion, and whatever is causing them doesn't sound friendly. It's too late now, it was always too late for you.

You choke back a sob as you turn to run away from the horrible noises. It doesn't last long, seeing how whatever caused your teammates' deaths is quickly approaching. You go around a few corners that you swear were ones that could lead you out, but you were only met with an empty room. You fall to the floor with tears filling your eyes, items clattering to the side as you clench your fists.

Perhaps this job was never meant for you. Maybe it was all just twisted luck that got you this far. Fate is cruel, and she had much more in store for you. There's no time to play the blame game, the Court Jester is waiting. You face the doorway, face to face with the one who's responsible for your end. The wall touches your back as you make a poor attempt to delay your death and scoot away from the Jester.

It's screaming. Not out loud, nor in pain, but it sounds faint. What was once just a box is now flesh and bone, empty eye sockets staring into your soul. Broken sobs and pleas leave your mouth, wishing for another outcome than this. You and your teammates were nothing but thieves, commoners that trespassed this Cold Court. Perhaps this is for the best. You close your eyes shut and fearfully accept this fate given to you. It's cold and relentless, the fear never-ending. Exhale, and await your shortcoming.

...

.....

...the screaming doesn't stop. Even with your eyes shut, you can feel the Jester looming over you. Somehow, boldness finds its way in your mind as you open your eyes to peer above you. The sight isn't pretty.

It's way too close for comfort, bloody teeth and gore filling your sights. It's surprising that you didn't faint yet. Despite this situation, you can't help but smile weakly. Nervous laughter meets faint screaming as you mumble out a simple greeting. Maybe you truly lost it.

The Jester opens its jaw, blood dripping and landing on your helmet. You wince and extend your arms to protect yourself, whatever that could do. It's probably just toying with its food at this point, how cruel can this thing get?

Apparently, it has other things in mind. You feel yourself being lifted up from the ground. Teeth bites at your suit as the Jester settles you in its mouth, dangling like a bear would catch a fish. One bite, and it's all over. You can't stop shaking in fear, even with the Jester walking out of the room. Its gentle with its hold on you, footsteps thudding against the wood flooring.

How the hell did you end up here? This is not something you ever imagined happening to you. The feeling of flesh squishing against your sides makes you cringe. You bite your lip to stop a noise of complaint, no doubt it could kill you in an instant if you insult it.

It walks through the dark halls perfectly, like it knew the entire layout by heart. You recoil at the sudden bright lights attacking your eyes as you both end up in the main room. It stops nearby the door and settles you down as gentle as it could.

Both of you stare at each other silently, waiting for the other to make a move. This thing killed your friends not a while ago, so why can't you move? Despite the obvious danger levels of the Jester, you find yourself muttering a quiet "thank you".

The Jester twitches, seemingly pleased at your thanks. It lowers its skull towards you and exposes the top, nudging at you against the door. You make a noise of confusion before cautiously raising you hand to pat it softly. You don't feel like testing how sturdy it is compared to your human skull. It quickly raises itself up, bouncing in excitement like a puppy who's horrors is beyond your comprehension. Bits of gore fall from the box from its movement and you try your best not to show your disgust. You wave a small goodbye towards the Jester and quickly exit out the door.

You've never been more excited to hear the crunch of snow beneath your boots. It becomes red from the blood on your suit, but you don't seem to notice. Luck seems to be on your side again, with the Jester being kind enough to let you go. It doesn't feel like the best of fate, but you decide to accept it.

The Cold Court is unrelenting, the snow never stopping for a moment. A kingdom with no king or queen, instead a Jester to take their place. You were blessed to be spared by the faux ruler, the gift of horrible memories containing your teammates screams and cries forever following.

It's cold, and unforgiving.

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#✒️ fic #💥 not a request #⭐️ platonic #🌧 angst #🔪 blood n' violence #lethal company x reader #lethal company x gn reader #lc x reader #lc x gn reader #jester x reader #jester x gn reader #lc jester x reader #lc jester x gn reader

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pangolin-404 · 23 days

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Before I go to bed, I saw the LC post you reblogged and have a theory as to why the Old Birds make baby crying noises and why they are called brainwashingsignal: Babies cry specifically so people will come help them. On an evolutionary standpoint it's basically human nature to be aware of distressed children. So what if the original purpose was specifically to lure people out of hiding, but overtime it just became a base sound they make senselessly since there aren't any "targets" left to lure?

PERHAPS.. I do enjoy the theory that the Old Birds record sounds and play them back, and as weapons of war . yeahg. a sound to evoke fear and disturb the people it's hunting down. strange things, I like them

#thoughts #asks #mwolf0epsilon #lethal company #lethal company posting #lethal company spoilers #gootnight sleeb tight don't let the 2428348234 baboon hawks bite

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sinew-lattice · 2 months

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Tbh bracken and nutcracker are the scariest lc monsters. The other guys are aight but don't put that same level of fear into you. It's just "ah, im in danger" see webs, watch out for the spider, hear gross sloshy noises, keep your stamina up and stay away from tight corridors bc thumper is an asshole. (Why does it slosh though??)

But bracken and nutcracker are extremely terrifying in unique ways.

Bracken sets your terrified caveman being hunted by a tiger genes into full drive. You are a trapped prey animal and your captor is playing with you. Especially in the dark or when alone, that's when you stop breathing or blinking as your adrenaline maxes out.

Nutcracker taps into those same prey animal genes, you are still being hunted, but there also this feeling of hate. Idk why, but ever sound and movement just gives the vibe that it's really fuckin pissed off and just absolutely despises humans. The way it stomps around, the fact that it just starts beating the shit out of you if you get too close. I have no justification for this hc but I think it just absolutely despises humans and tries to make it as clear as possible that it's wants you dead in every movement.

#lethal company

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dovahbeeotch · 1 year

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Normandy Crew Info Board

MAIN MESSAGE BOARD

[NEW MESSAGES AS OF 20:03]

20:03- XO LAWSON: Someone left their copy of Fornax on the mess hall table. Come to my office to pick it up.

20:03- URDNOT GRUNT: HAHA

20:03- G.O. VAKARIAN: @shepard

20:03- LC SHEPARD: @assangel

20:04- SPEC. JACK: Shepard

20:04- CHIEF. ZORAH: Garrus and Shep. Definitely both of them.

20:04- LC SHEPARD: @chakwas

20:04- DR SOLUS: Happy to assist with question regarding xenobiology. Shepard.

20:04- LC SHEPARD: very funny

20:04- G.O. VAKARIAN: so do you have a subscription or is it just a one time read?

20:05- LC SHEPARD: lotta noise coming from the guy who just bought the same edition as the one the XO recovered

20:05- SPEC. GOTO: And how do you know which edition it was?

20:05- OFF. TAYLOR: Nice catch, Kasumi.

20:05- SPEC. GOTO: Yes. Yes I am.

20:06- LC SHEPARD: I was with him when he bought it, geniuses

20:06- SPEC. MASSANI: it’s mine hand it over

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PRIVATE MESSAGE ARCHIVE

20:04- LC ZOMBIE: YOU LEFT YOUR FUCKING FORNAX IN THE MESS? Last time I ever read you a bedtime story

20:04- GUNNERY GOD GARRUS: Yup. I wrote your name in it too. “Property of LC SHEPARD”

20:04- LC ZOMBIE: you don’t know how to write in English

20:05- GUNNERY GOD GARRUS: I do now. Well, just that one sentence.

MAIN MESSAGE BOARD

20:07- XO LAWSON: image_attachment_property_of_LC_SHEPARD_

20:07- SPEC. JACK: told you so

20:08- OFF. TAYLOR: Why does it look like a 2 year old wrote it? You gotta work on your penmanship, LC.

[G.O VAKARIAN has changed LC SHEPARD’s username to LC XENOPHILE]

20:09- LC XENOPHILE: yeah yeah laugh it up. XO, why bother with this mess if you knew it was mine?

20:11- XO LAWSON: Team building purposes.

20:11- SPEC. MASSANI: its mine give it to me now

#mass effect #the normandy crew needs therapy #garrus vakarian #commander shepard #tali'zorah #zaeed massani #miranda lawson

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ahmedmootaz · 1 month

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*Throws more asks then laughs evilly in the distance*

It was a silly situation in AiP but what does X think about music pre-AiP? Because neutral 1-4 would be playing early in the day and warnings get kick it as the day goes on.

Like some abnormalities play music and people die, so that would give him a negative experience.

Okay haha, that’s mostly my headcanon and would be fun bonding experience with Roland for musical traumas.

Dear astrocourier,

Honestly, I'd think X is very neutral about this whole music thing throughout his entire life at LC. It becomes less of 'music' to him and more 'sound cues that signal something going well or badly'. I don't think he interprets it in the same way as most people do, in the 'artistic' form of music, rather he finds it very mechanical to some degree. With the endless repetitions, he'd likely treat the background music as white noise, or perhaps even just a normal facet of life that he wouldn't consider; what do you mean Warning 1 doesn't play when you spill coffee on the floor?! It doesn't just play in real life?!

With the Abnormalities, I think that they'd definitely leave a lasting impact. Maybe not enough to be traumatic, per se, but I'm sure that he'd snap his neck whenever he hears a music box or an otherwise innocuous tune...

So, in a way, I don't think he'd be as traumatised by music as a whole...but the Warnings? Oh, the Warnings undoubtedly play in every single one of his nightmares. Warning 3 does things to a man, and as X figured out, they're not kind things...not at all...

So yeah, he and Roland have much to discuss with regards to that topic, even if in entirely different ways, ehehe. Thank you for the fun ask, astrocourier! Until next time, be well, take care, and see ya'!

#lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #my writing #ask #manager x #roland

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abootleggerstale-webcomic · 4 months

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L.C Kovac

L.C is one of our main characters and the first one to be featured! She is a fierce woman and mother of our beloved Jean. She grew up in Murmansk, Russia and has a husband working fishing boats off the coast of Norway. She moved to America to help Jean have a better life of sorts and plans to move back when Jean turns 21. (More specific info below)

First Name: Loretta “LC/Lori”

Middle Name: Calina

Last Name: Kovac

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 42

Height: 6’ 6’

Birthday: February 6th, 1884

Zodiac: Aquarius

Species: Eurasian Lynx

Father: Artyom Kovac

Mother: Vivianne Beaumont

Siblings: Alexsei Kovac

Lover: Roger Haugen

They met while she was training in a port city in Russia and he was a young boat captain. They did not have enough money to get legally married at the time, so they decided to get married officially when she returns from America. He is still working as a boat captain and sometimes carries cargo to New Orleans or New England when he comes to visit.

Children: Jean Kovac (19)

Pets: N/A

Lives: Originally in Murmansk, Russia. Now lives in St. Louis.

Mental Issues: PTSD from a large explosion near her house. Her brother wasn’t the most stable cat so he was sent to America for therapy after setting off many explosions nearby, causing several deaths.

Physical Issues: Worse hearing in her left ear from the explosions

Disorders/Disabilities: PTSD

Weaknesses: She loves wolves. As a child she rescued a couple of wolf cubs and a pack trusted her and helped her home whenever lost in the woods. She could never hurt one.

Universe: Lackadaisy

Job: Assassin and now helps out the speakeasy.

Future job: Retirement

College: She trained at a camp in St. Petersburg to be an assassin.

Origins/Nationality: Russian

Special Abilities: She is good with a gun but even better with a dagger or throwing knives. As an assassin, you need to know these things to kill someone in a less noticeable way.

Personality: Stoic, Calm, Brave, Extremely Intelligent, Responsible

Fav Flower: Lilacs

Friends: Roger, Verna, Viktor, Jean, Mitzi, Rocky, Jack, Arthur, Alexsei, Freckle, Ivy, Margot, Charlie, Angie, Connie, Simon, A majority of V’s family

Phobias: Spiders, Loud Noises

Fears: Cats lying to her, Slight fear of thunder

Languages spoken: Russian, English, Bits of Norwegian

Sports: She did soccer as a child

Hobbies: Cleaning knives and/or guns, Knitting, Making Pickles

Talents: SHE CaN JuGgLe!!! And survive well in the cold wilderness. Also can carry really heavy things.

Random info: She is actually a teetotaler

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy art #lackadaisy oc #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy fanart #young artist #1920s #A Bootlegger's Tale #LC kovac

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denimini · 7 months

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I want to ask your honest feeling about JK not posting anything for Jimin. He has a Tiktok Account. He could post a smfp2 or LC dance challenge. He could post a Letter photo on Weverse or write a small post on Weverse.

but he did nothing

A lot of big accounts told us to wait and see. I waited. I saw nothing.

You are the only one seeing things clearly. I really want your take on Jimin's birthday.Jimin showed us the pouch from Jin. He showed us the pancakes from Suga. He showed us the edit from Tae. RM JHope and Tae all posted for Jimin on Instagram. RM came and said Happy Birthday in person.

What happened?

I was one of those people who said, "Let's wait and see how things will play out" when that video first came out. Now, all I have to say can be summarized as "If he wanted to, he fucking would".

Let me elaborate on my thought process:

So far, the rumors about the video died down completely. Most likely, the company took care of the issues, and legal procedures are on their way. No confirmation of the identity of the person. JK said he doesn't have a girlfriend, and he wanted to focus on work for a couple of years. And that's it. Many of us waited for something big to happen in Jikook's land in light of everything, but we basically got nothing. JK is focused on his promotions, JM is doing his things. They see each other, they are on good terms but we haven't seen anything more than that. If they really were together, considering all the noise around the video, one would expect that they, especially JK, would make sure to do something to subtly show where his affections are and Jimin's birthday was the perfect opportunity for it, but alas, nothing again.

This isn't to say JK didn't congratulate him in private. In fact, he for sure did. JM himself said all the members did, but JK didn't post anything. We know JK isn't very consistent with congratulating the members on their birthdays. He had missed many such occasions before, and it isn't a big deal. Not everything should be on social media. Still, for years, he always made an exception for Jimin, and this year, he didn't. Why?

One could also argue that JK probably did something special for JM in private, besides a quick text, but we don't actually know that. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. From Jimin's words in his wlive, I am more inclined to think there were no special plans between the two of them. I'd wager and say each was busy through the day with his own thing, and they didn't even meet, but I could still be wrong. And yes, JK is very busy, but that doesn't really matter. When a person cares, they will find a way, especially for their partner and especially when they live in the same city. Jin did, and he is in the military ffs. And let's not forget, JM once traveled halfway through the world just to spend a few hours with JK on his birthday.

Even if I am wrong and JK actually did something for JM in private, so did all the other members, yet they still congratulated him on social media too, because they know the fans look out for it and expect it. And in the case they still hadn't done it, like with Suga, JM made sure to show what each of them did, so we would know, yet he didn't mention JK at all, other than to say he worries about him. I believe that if they really were together, no matter what, they would have done something on this day together, and we would somehow know of it, just like before in the past. All of that makes me believe there was nothing to tell or show.

All the speculations about private plans and meetings aside, I still I circle back to this question: "If JM was Jungkook's long-term partner, as people claim, would JK really not post anything, when it takes so little time, when he knows people, especially those who believe in them, are waiting for it, especially given the recent rumors about the video?". It would have been the perfect opportunity to showcase his affections for JM to the world. Given everything that recently happened, it's kind of shitty not to take this chance. Would JK be that type of boyfriend? I doubt it.

My conclusion hurts me, but it is the one that makes the most sense to me: Nothing special happened between Jikook on this day, because there is nothing more special between them. Right now, they seem to be just friends, and that's it. They love each other, they care for each other, and they have each other in their thoughts, but they are not together.

I would be more than happy to be wrong and will be the first one to admit it if new information comes up, but I won't be holding my breath.

#jikook #kookmin #jungkook #jimin

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