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runningjedi · 4 months
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julietasgf · 3 months
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I think tbosas' ending with lucy gray running away is so good and important for a number of reasons, but the main one is:
if you see the red flags, girl, run.
I've seen some weird takes on social media, on how lucy gray should've stayed, how coriolanus only wanted to talk, how coriolanus and lucy gray could've ended together living in D12... and honestly, I can't really think of an ending where he wouldn't kill her at some point. women are always encouraged to stay, to talk, to have patience, but if a man starts showing the red flags he was showing, don't stay, because your life can be in risk.
lucy gray didn't wait for her life to be actual risk. she ran away before she was his 4th kill. and honestly?
good for her.
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evilcokito · 2 years
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Yuu/MC is being treated in the infirmary… injured from the last fight against an overblot.
Protective Sam is great.. but... SAM + DIVUS?!?!
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unorthodoxiguana · 5 months
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Dear god, Gregor in a slasher movie situation...
You're walking around on Sunday the 7th cuz that's when ur uncle's boyfriend got hit by a runaway jet ski or whatever, when you some weird kid with even weirder just chilling outside his house.
Little do you f*cking know, he's an echolocating rager who will not let you anywhere near his family, and you are about the experience what all your victims have felt, only a lot less humiliating.
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uh I think the plushie is possessed idk about you
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it’s f**king haunted-Melody
"WH-WHERE DID IT GET A SCREWDRIVER FROM?? MELODY-"
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jubileesstuff · 1 year
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Chan: Would you rather kill Porsche, or—
Big: Yes, kill them.
Chan: I didn’t say the other thing—
Big: I don’t need to hear it.
Porsche: …I’m feeling a little unsafe.
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deep-spacediver577 · 6 months
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theindescribable1 · 8 months
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Hey... *gives you 12 Furby Indes* CLONE SAGA 2023 OF FURBY!!! *Scurrying away*
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NOOO NOT FURBY ME!!! FRITZ!! RUNNN!!! SACRIFICE THE CHILDREN!!! AHHHH
@essentially-a-worm-on-a-string ITS HAPPENING AGAIN... THE CLONE SAGA!!!
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drgmissioncontrol · 1 year
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Cave's haunted. Please advise.
Be fast.
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konnorhasapen · 1 year
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I've been convinced.
I wrote a small snippet after being inspired by some thoughts/an AU by a wonderful @dollscircus and I'm not sure if I'll add stuff to it that'll help lead up to the moment I have written, but it's a maybe. I suppose it depends on whether or not people actually like it lmfao. Anyway, this is an Imperium AU where Tank survived Quinn, but David didn't and they had a falling out with the rest of the pack. Asher blamed them for David's death, so they left. This little snippet is a moment of Milo having tried to talk to them, but they didn't take too kindly to being followed.
   "I don't have any bullshit to settle with you. You're not on my shit-list, Milo—not yet, at least." Tank sneered, refusing to break the eye contact with the Beta. "That Alpha of yours is the only one on it, and at the tippy top, no less. If you don't want to follow in his footsteps, I strongly suggest you stay out of my way."
   "He's—" Milo struggled, the bigger wolf cut him off with another shove.
   "No." They stated firmly, "Asher is your Alpha, not mine. I don't have an Alpha." For a few moments, Milo fell silent, thinking.
   "Why's that?" He asked with his natural sassy undertone that only earned a tighter grip from the person he liked to have thought he knew all that time ago. "Is it because you're your own Alpha now?" He was mocking them. Taunting them. Tank scoffed at first, but it broke into laughter, succeeding in confusing the shifter they had pinned and cornered.
   "I don't have an Alpha because I don't need one," when they noticed their words didn't help his perplexed expression, they only grew more amused; a dark and wolfish half-grin tugging at their lips. They carried on:
   "I'm no Alpha. The Alpha is the beginning, a leading force. I'm no leader, I know that better than anyone, Milo." He debated briefly with himself whether or not he should make another snide comment or ask one more snarky question to get a single, straight-shot answer from them, however, decided instead to stay quiet, hoping they would continue on their own given the offer.
They did.
   "I'm not a beginning," Tank's eyes lit aglow with magic and ferocity. Ferocity outside of anything Milo had ever seen from them in the past. Ferocity from a complete outsider. A potential threat.  "I'm the end." Their lips twitched as they snarled, fiery gaze still locked on Milo's vandyke hues and refusing to spare so much as a glance to anything else but his eyes.
   "I am the Omega."
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s-talking · 7 months
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“Envy… I need you to take care of something for me.” she asks, holding the katana that is usually resting on the wall in their shared bedroom. It isn’t in its sheathe, and has been used. Whatever blood was on it had been flicked somewhere to prevent dribbling, but clearly not inside the house.
“I don’t… They were asking about you, and they were with a psychiatric ward…“ She clearly knew who they were, who they worked for, and didn’t want them to take the one happiness she has. The sword in her hands shook, the distress of it all finally hitting her as she stares with dilated pupils at the floor. Right at his black boots.
“Don’t — don’t think less of me. I just — I wanted to protect you… I’m sorry…” Whatever composure she had from doing the act until now, had given up at the sight of him. Maybe at having to tell him. To come to him to clean up her mess. To the possibility that he might hate her for what she did. Even though he does this all the time…
The thought that he would resent her for protecting him is what caused her panic attack to set in. The sword fell from her bloodied hands and she stares at them as the hyperventilations sets in. The clatter of the blade is an afterthought, but she jumps at the prospect it could have stabbed him from her clumsiness.
“I’m sorry.” She starts, slowly backing away as she holds herself tightly, he must hate her now. Her back is against the wall of the back door. “I’m sorry.” She keeps repeating it. Crumbling to the floor in the corner as if to hide herself as much as possible.
Sakuyoru has never succumb to her mental instability before in front of him. Worried he may find it bothersome, that she’s weak, or just a flaw to her that he will grow to be annoyed with.
Amaryllis senses her owner’s distress and pads over, chirping in a high trill as she approaches and sniffs at her face. The serval looks up to Envy, then, asking him to help.
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𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆. the look of distress painted on sakuyoru's face was just that plain & genuine. no amount of supernatural glamour or make-up could possibly hide it, especially once the eyes themselves begun to glisten with the blur of unshed tears. she was clearly confused, frightened, & possibly manic, & the bloody sword which now drops in a loud clatter at their feet has told him everything that her own lips struggled to say; am i flawed to you now? do i look stained?
he does not answer back however. not even as she slumps to the tiled floor & begins to cry with amaryllis meowing at her feet, becoming simply undone beneath the full weight of his dark gaze. his own expression horrifically bleak & neutral, almost like that of a mannequin which ever so slowly turns back towards the kitchen sink, slipping the yellow rubber gloves off his hands. their wet, slippery texture smacking loudly next to a whole set of freshly clean, glistening knives.
he doesn't proceed to take them out. instead, the little killer moves & walking right by sakuyoru's violently quivering frame, enter the dark hallway & then the equally dark living-room where the peculiar scent of blood hits you long before the sight itself does; a whole plethora of freshly gutted bodies.
envy counts at least four. perhaps five. it's hard to say when the entire interior looks like a 19th century's painting & it's very own depiction of hell. there are bloody limbs just about everywhere. on the ground, on the emerald sofa, on the coffee table, & even partially on the grand piano & the long, plated curtains, if one can even call them such at this point. the victim must have been clearly desperate to try & jump through the window, only to be cut clean in half by sakuyoru's swift blade, leaving only his upper half clinging still to the now torn material. what pity. mrs. saebom really did like those curtains.
nonchalantly sliding his hollow gaze towards the center of the room & the body that's still somewhat intact, envy moves closer & squats down, tilting his head. ❝ . . . . . . . ❞ noah... noah parker. even without the new eden's uniform, he'd still be able to recognize that long, rodent-like face anywhere. the face that haunted his youth. the face that smiled wide as his own contorted in terrible pain, forced to watch himself be operated on as noah passed the crudest of tools.
truth to be told, envy doesn't even know when or how it happened but, as he blinks again, he is sitting right on top of noah's motionless waist ── or rather, what used to be noah ── now merely a smashed up pulp of minced meat & crushed bones which envy continues to punch over & over. again & again. no rationale in movement or in thoughts, only seething rage in it's raw, most hideous form.
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        he doesn't even notice when his own fists start to bleed.
somewhere admits these gruesome sounds of battering flesh & splatters of blood, however, sakuyoru's cries eventually begin to reach past the ever-twisting madness in his head, slowing down the mechanical movements of his bloodied arm. ❝ . . . . . . . ❞ a ragged exhale escapes just then, followed by another slow, most shallow blink. after a full minute or two, envy finally manages to recompose & tearing own gaze away from the grotesque mess just beneath, get up & slowly leave the room in order to rejoin sakuyoru back at the kitchen.
she appears to be still in the same place. ohh, poor thing. how could he have possibly left her like that... ? visibly softening up, the little killer smiles & approaches her distraught-self, now squatting right in front of her. the once apathetic expression replaced by none other than reverence. a notion so fervent & deep, he thoroughly indulges in the miserable sight before him. after all, those tears, words, incoherent whimpers... they all belong to him now.
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that's right. HIM. him. him. him. ❝ shhh.... ❞ so he hushes softly, only to reach out & take most tender hold of that doll-like face, smearing fresh blood along its ivory cheeks. ❝ you... are... ❞ muttering in a low, sultry tone, envy forces her eyes to glance up & see his own smiling face, completely coated by in layers of blood; ❝ the perfection itself... ❞
thus, without another word, sealing her whimpers with a soft, possessive kiss.
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runningjedi · 6 months
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cksimpodia · 1 year
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Richard checking out Vincentius...
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mayannaiseyeah · 1 year
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GOD I love the build-up of the SA-X before you face it in Fusion, its honestly amazing. Telling SAMUS FUCKING ARAN that she has NO CHANCE against...what is essentially HERSELF. The repetition of the phrase JUST RUN, it being the ONLY option if you're spotted. Exploring the area before it seems way too easy....before you hear a door exploding...see a pathway open up which only YOU should be able to do. Then defeating a boss as normal, before literally dropping in on the SA-X trying to track you down...its SO terrifying.
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a-room-of-my-own · 2 years
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What if you were dating timothee chalemet and he came out to you as non binary. Would you bully him if he wanted you to respect his pronouns?
Timothée Chalamet is 10 years younger than me so, without even discussing the close to zero probability that we would ever meet, let alone date
1) I wouldn't date him as it's too much of an age gap for me. I'm not attracted to much younger men, we're at totally different stages in life.
2) Let's just imagine for one second that me, a 35 year old woman would for some reason date a 25 year-old, the pronoun thing would definitely remind me of the reasons 5-6 years younger is my absolute max.
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Behold a man. Who holds the brain cell. And has just had his final nerve worked over XD XD XD
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Rubicante that is not the look of a pure-hearted man. Just sayin. xD
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