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katieaki · 1 year
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Promises Fulfilled ✨
December 2022 digital
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almond-tofu-chan · 2 months
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handing out knives for tmrw, please only take one!
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beebox-illustrations · 10 months
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Hey guys! Sorry for being absent for like a month :0 university is just ultra stressful at the moment …
I hope to get the last few projects done in a few weeks time tho!
Until then: here are the boys enjoying some watermelon✨🌻
Have a fantastic time💚🐝
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wolfhotels · 1 year
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gay people in the desert nothing new
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somegrumpynerd · 2 months
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Killer goes stage 3 when Nightmare isn't around, so the boys have to contain and calm him down themselves. Luckily they know what they're doing and make a good team, so nobody gets hurt.
And, because I can't make anything serious, bonus from the next day:
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pettyoddity · 5 months
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How would the Bad sanses feel about kids?
Horror isn't a fan of how children have a habit of immediately bursting into terrified tears when they look at him. Kinda rude. He copes by deliberately scaring them; if a kid looks at him he pulls his scariest face. Might even say "boo" just for effect. Deep down, though, he does like kids - before it all went wrong in the Underground he used to dream about being an uncle to Papyrus' future children. When he's around you, he catches himself thinking about it... his own kids would like his face just the way it was, wouldn't they? So long as he was a good dad, it wouldn't matter what he looked like. That sounds so wonderful.
If he somehow finds a kid who isn't frightened of him, he will go full papa bear mode. Horror's the most likely of the bad guys to find a lost child and scoop them up.
Dust... avoids children like the plague. He shares Horror's habit of deliberately scaring them. He has a lot of reasons. He's a dangerous mass murderer, that's one; he also doesn't do great with noise. The sound of a crying or shouting child grates at him like nails on a chalkboard. Not to mention the fact that he's had enough of dealing with childish behaviour after a few hours around Killer.
... He also doesn't like being reminded of all the kids that used to live in his Underground. He doesn't like looking at little faces and remembering how Papyrus used to smile at him, the big brother who was supposed to keep him safe, the exact same way. The thing about having high LV is you get very used to being numb... those stabs of emotion, when they do get through, are too much.
He likes seeing you interact with kids, though. You're much better than he is, softer and kinder. Makes him think about what could've been.
Killer is great with kids. He's exciting, he's funny, he's got endless energy. He perfectly channels the 'fun uncle who clearly wants kids and would be an amazing dad', and the presence of children grounds him, taking the edge off of his worse traits and continuously pulling him down to reality. But he's also a terrible influence when left unattended. Give him an hour, and he'll be showing them how to properly hold a knife, telling them how crime isn't really that bad, and that they should totally just bite their bully as hard as they possibly can.
If a child lets him pick them up, Killer will constantly be trying to catch your eye. His huge grin speaks volumes; so when are WE gonna make our own one of these?
Nightmare says he doesn't like children. He definitely acts like it, too, he's cold and intimidating. But deep down, he's always wanted kids of his own - and he's bitter, because before he was corrupted he used to be really good with kids. Dream was (and still is) better at entertaining children but Nightmare could comfort the introverts; shy kids who cried around Dream would happily fall asleep on Nightmare's shoulder. Not anymore.
The thing is... when kids are around him for a while, you'll start to see hints of something underneath the grump. You'll notice he never raises his voice. You'll hear how his tone slips into something stern, yet calm. You'll see the 'strict but fair' edge to his sockets and mouth, you'll notice how despite all the talk of not caring his tentacles will ALWAYS catch anyone whose tiny feet are unsteady. There's a dad under there.
He's in no place for kids right now. But he does think about it - when you're around he thinks far more than he'd ever admit. He imagines giving someone the childhood he never had. If only.
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sadberrystuff · 4 months
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so not only is “hold me like water, or Christ, hold me like a knife” the CRAZIEST METAPHOR EVER, it also just struck me what that would look like if it was taken literally
so take your hands and cup them like you’re holding water. it’s like holding someone’s face, gentle and adoring. now pretend you’re holding a knife. it’s constricting, like a choking motion. basically, when taken literally, “caress me or choke me, I don’t care” which is CRAZY
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jtl-fics · 11 months
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Fluent Freshman - Part 23
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There were a few reasons that Andrew and Neil could not get past reception to go see FF or get updates on his current condition.
The first reason was that visiting hours were long over by the time they had arrived a little after midnight.
The second reason was that hospitals, in general, don’t just give out information on their patients to any random person that walks in and asks for an update on their condition. They are ESPECIALLY hesitant to give out updates on patients when the people who are asking can’t give you anything other than a first name, general description, and the reason that the patient is in the hospital.
Somehow “Completely average looking guy with the last name Smith who was stabbed in the stomach” is not enough for the receptionist to go off of.
“There are multiple people here that fit that description. I would need at least a first and last name before I could even begin to start seeing if you were someone who we even could give updates to. No, I will not continue to play your fun little game of guess the first name.” She says when Andrew opens his mouth to start listing off names alphabetically again.
So now Andrew and Neil found themselves under the watchful eye of a security guard as they sat in the back corner of the front reception area.
“I can’t believe we still don’t know what Smith’s first name is.” Neil says his face is buried in his hands as he and Andrew sit in the uncomfortable chairs trying to figure out where to go from here.
“I think she knows exactly who we want to see.” Andrew scowls towards the receptionist who, long used to the ire of the public, pays him no mind. Andrew just refused to believe that there were that many brown haired, brown eyed, average height and weight guys who had suffered a stab wound to the stomach that would have been admitted in the last two hours.
“I just hope they actually are looking after him and that no one went and forgot about him in an hallway somewhere.” Neil says hands sliding up into his hair to grip.
“That wouldn’t happen.” Andrew dismisses despite knowing that Wymack had ABSOLUTELY forgotten FF at a stadium once during the period where FF had been low presence to keep his family from bothering him.
The U-turn he had pulled had definitely been illegal when FF called and asked where the bus was when they had been on the road for five minutes. Wymack had felt terrible about it but FF had just seemed relieved that the bus had come back for him.
Wymack.
Andrew pulls out his phone and dials a familiar number. Wymack, reliable as always, picks up on the fourth ring with the sound of cursing as he got the phone up to his ear. “What.” He asks and Andrew can hear the sounds of driving and Kevin’s infamously train-like snoring in the background.
“What’s Smith first name. You know it.” Andrew demands.
“Classified.” Wymack clips back immediately.
“I need to know it so that we can get updates.” Andrew hisses.
“He isn’t interested in people knowing it and you wouldn’t be able to get updates anyways.” Wymack dismisses.
“We want to be able to head back to see him.” Neil tries.
“Visiting hours are long over Josten. You know that I’m not settling that bet that you little fuckers have floating around about this.” Wymack responds back.
Andrew grits his teeth and then forces himself to relax his jaw, “It’s not about the bet.” Andrew shuts his eyes in irritation.
That stupid bet.
The betting culture within the Palmetto State Foxes Exy team that Reynold’s had cultivated held strong even after her graduation with the remaining Foxes. The Bet had started when one of the other freshmen had mentioned that it was funny that FF went around like Cher or Madonna. The realization that none of them knew FF’s first name was one that had them placing bets on a multitude of things. Things like: “Do you wanna bet it’s a super normal boring name?”, “Do you wanna bet that it’s a weird foreign name?”, and “Is FF intentionally not giving it out to people or since he goes by his last name normally he has no idea that anything is amiss?” Had lower pools since you were betting on a spectrum. The bet with the highest pool is: “What is FF’s first name”.
Wymack had categorically refused to answer it and all other attempts to discover FF’s first name had been met with frustration. There was a solemn agreement that no one could just go and outright ask him since that would ruin all of the fun. Andrew had agreed to not ask when the team had collectively filled his freezer with ice cream cake and he was a man of his word.
The general belief (after the revelation of his major and the number of languages FF spoke) was that FF’s name was just not easy to pronounce for English speakers.
Andrew hadn’t participated but he know that the Foxes do have a running list of names they know it’s not. (Greg, Will, Smith (again), Matt, Kevin, Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Nathaniel, Jack, Beyonce (Sheena’s drunken guess), Nicholas, John, Fred, Garfield, Frank, Alfred, Augustus, Adam, etc. (Andrew had been trying to guess with the receptionist for a while))
“You’re coming here aren’t you? We can get updates when you get them.” Neil says.
“He’s in emergency surgery right now and will remain there for the next few hours most likely. There’s not going to be any updates hopefully.” Wymack says with a sigh loud enough that they can hear it over Kevin’s snoring.
“Surgery? He needs surgery?” Neil asks sounding surprised s if FF hadn’t been stabbed to the hilt into his stomach with one of Andrew’s knives. He’s about to give Neil some shit for the question before remembering that if there was any person who would think that a stab wound to the stomach wouldn’t necessitate surgery it would be Neil “I’m Fine” Josten.
“Yes Josten, he needs surgery. They have to stitch up his stomach and the surgeons are also going to be dealing with some of the ulcers that were ruptured by the knife.” Wymack explains likely coming to the same conclusion that Andrew had on Neil’s stupid question. “They were a bit worried about him bleeding out but he stabilized before the surgery.” Wymack sighs.
“I’m going the hospital since I’m Smith’s medical proxy. If anything goes wrong with the surgery I want to be there so I can make an informed decision on his care.” Wymack says and… Andrew figured there’d be surgery but to hear it and the possibility that something could go wrong, that the last thing FF had said to him had been something non-sensical about “Gracie Hart wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. I’m Cheryl at best.”as he’d started succumbing to all the blood loss. “If you could stick around long enough for me to drop Kevin off with you I would appreciate it.” Wymack says.
“What if he needs a blood transfusion?” Andrew says.
“Smith is AB-, it’s the second easiest blood type to transfuse into. Go home Andrew.” Wymack repeats.
Andrew works his jaw irritated that there didn’t seem to be a path to getting his way.
“We’ll stay here until you get here.” Andrew agrees, “But you’ll get an update before we leave.” He adds.
Wymack sighs, “Fair enough.” He says before hanging up.
It’s 45 minutes of waiting and tossing a few more name possibilities at the receptionist who seems more amused than anything at their continued attempts to guess their friend’s first name (Neil goes through the entire list of names that he’s gone by and none of them get the thumbs up).
Wymack comes through the doors with a half awake Kevin Day following his steps. “I have another favor to ask you.” Wymack says instead of any form of greeting.
“I’m not going to leave Kevin in the car overnight again. It was just that one time.” Andrew says with a roll of his eyes and honestly he’d been punished enough listening to Kevin bitch, moan, and sneeze for the following week while talking about all the supplements he was taking.
“Not that,” Wymack pauses, “I have two favors to ask you. First don’t do that. Second, would you be able to pick up Smith’s grandma from the airport tomorrow?” He asks.
Andrew blinks.
“She’s coming here?” He asks.
“I updated her on my way here. She booked a flight and will be arriving around noon tomorrow.” Wymack says and Andrew doesn’t know why he’s confused by this. FF’s grandma got him two still warm pies to cheer him up on Thanksgiving.
He’d stabbed that woman’s grandson.
“I’ll pick her up.” He agrees.
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chilpilled · 2 months
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he was never sent another fairy again
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berrydoodleoo · 11 months
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the king’s hand (defier of destiny)
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loudcackles · 3 months
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Jure spending the entire tiktok live sharpening knives is so me coded, I would rather rot than have dull knives
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incorrectskyrimquotes · 5 months
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A dragon attacked Riften and Brynjolf jumped RIGHT into action. He was wearing his fine clothes (but I don't doubt he has his armor on underneath) and I'm gonna be thinking about that for a year.
I just really like that Brynjolf has a moral code.
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imsorryimlate · 2 years
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Suddenly the door was burst open, and in rushed my patient, with his face distorted with passion. […] Without an instant's pause he made straight at me. He had a dinner-knife in his hand, and, as I saw he was dangerous, I tried to keep the table between us.
on a lighter note, i find it funny that seward points out that he “saw he was dangerous”. like. your violent patient broke into your office and is running at you with a knife. i don’t think you need to explain that he’s dangerous.
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total-drama-brainrot · 2 months
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So Psycho!Noah would definitely do something like play the Knife Game, right? It was popular enough around the time, and does fulfill his thrill seeking needs.
And hey, he can even use it to prove to others that he's willing to make things fair. He'll threaten his own safety AS WELL as everyone else's!
(He'd most likely just do it for unnerving others as per usual, but I think it's still interesting to think if he'd genuinely think this would work.)
Psycho!Noah would absolutely play the Knife Game!
Something dangerous and 'luck' based, that puts his own (and other's, potentially) wellbeing at risk, AND it involves sharp objects? It's practically designed to pique his interests! His constant quest for excitement/thrill-seeking would make him a very big fan of things like the Knife Game.
As for proving his fairness; Noah, in his infinite wisdom, would think it'd be a display of fairness and goodwill, but everyone around him just sees it as him being unhinged enough to gamble his own safety in his hunger for violence... which isn't exactly untrue, though it's a heavily exacerbated interpretation of just how stab-happy he is (which he intentionally cultivated, so...).
He could probably rope Duncan into playing with him, by poking at his pride as a "fellow knife haver" by claiming that, for someone who's constantly threatening to stab people, Noah's never seen him actually use a knife for anything but woodcarving. Saying that, he could potentially rope about half of the remaining cast into playing with him just by insulting their egos; Heather, Courtney and Alejandro would never take a challenge to their capabilities sitting down, so they'd join in just to prove how 'skilled' they are.
Now, I want you to imagine the following scenario with me: Noah's hoped the above competitors into playing the Knife Game with him. They all started out trepidly, but as the game continued their respective competitiveness won out over their rational thinking, an they're all pretty invested in the game.
Then Noah kicks it up a notch by speeding up his stabbing tempo.
Slice!
A finger comes straight off, followed immediately by a gushing fountain of blood. Everyone starts screaming, panicking like headless (and in one case fingerless) chickens, whilst Noah's laughing manically to himself as his hand continues to pour litres of blood onto the floor and table, dying everything around him a sticky crimson.
Thanks to her CIT training, Courtney's the most clear-headed in the situation and barks out for someone to retrieve Noah's discarded finger, intending to preserve it for an emergency reattachment. She rushes over to Noah's side, momentarily forgetting her misgivings about getting so close to him, and tries to stop the bleeding by putting pressure on his finger stub.
But. His hand. It's... rubber?
Noah pulls his real arm out of the fake, rubber prosthetic he'd worn over it, waggling his perfectly fine fingers (coated in that same viscous scarlet) to his competitors with a grin.
A beat of silence. Then, outrage.
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noona96n · 8 months
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me, as soon as i saw Name & Saifah in a scene together: HE WANNA FUCK SAIFAH SO H A R D
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