#ALL THESE THOUGHTS RUNNIN' THROUGH MY HEAD ARM ON FIRE VEINS BURNIN' RED

[the-uncursed-one]

Do y’all think it’s unhealthy to simp for fictional characters for a prolonged period of time? If so, I’m the least healthy person on this planet.

[cyberkaban]

Time-traveler: *sneezes*

Outlast-slasher game with epic soundtracks:

[playwithmydarkestdemons]

The darkness of night falls around my soul

And the hunter within loses control

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

-

This demon inside has ahold of me

Clenching its power, trying to break free

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

-

Move fast baby, don't be slow

Step aside, reload, time to go

I can't seem to control

All this rage that's inside me

Pullin' shots, aimin' dots, yeah, I don't miss

Branded by fire, born in the abyss

Red hot temper, I just can't resist

All this vengeance inside me

All of these thoughts runnin' through my head

Arm on fire, veins burnin' red

Frustration is gettin' bigger

Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

Embrace the darkness that's within me

No hiding in the shadows anymore

When this wickedness consumes me

Nothing can save you and there's no way out

[mechahero]

All of these thoughts runnin' through my head Arm on fire, veins burnin' red Frustration is getting bigger Bang Bang Bang - Pull my Devil Trigger!

[dxrknessembr8ced]

" All of these thoughts runnin' through my head, Arm on fire, veins burnin' red Frustration is gettin' bigger ! "

" BANG !

BANG !

BANG !

Pull my devil trigger ! "

[phantomsaysstuff]

I'll endure the exile

… I'll endure the exile

… The darkness of night falls around my soul

And the hunter within loses control

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

This demon inside has ahold of me

Clenching its power, trying to break free

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

… Move fast, baby, don't be slow

Step aside, reload, time to go

I can't seem to control

All this rage that's inside me

Pullin' shots, aimin' dots, yeah, I don't miss

Branded by fire, born in the abyss

Red hot temper, I just can't resist

All this vengeance inside me

… All of these thoughts runnin' through my head

Arm on fire, veins burnin' red

Frustration is gettin' bigger

Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

… Embrace the darkness that's within me

No hiding in the shadows anymore

When this wickedness consumes me

Nothing can save you and there's no way out

… I'm a wildfire you won't tame

Igniting my temper, can't put out my flame

There's no way to contain

This storm swelling inside me

I'm a bomb you can't defuse

Might just accept you're gonna lose

Can't turn down, I refuse

To hold back anymore

… All of these voices inside of my head

Blinding my sight in a curtain of red

Frustration is getting bigger

Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

… When the night ends, it's not over

We fight through to get closer

Like a silver bullet piercing through

I throw myself into you

… All of these voices inside of my head

Blinding my sight in a curtain of red

Frustration is getting bigger

Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

[masquerain-with-a-mask]

I'll endure the exile

I'll endure the exile

The darkness of night falls around my soul

And the hunter within loses control

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

This demon inside has ahold of me

Clenching its power, trying to break free

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

Move fast, baby, don't be slow

Step aside, reload, time to go

I can't seem to control

All this rage that's inside me

Pullin' shots, aimin' dots, yeah, I don't miss

Branded by fire, born in the abyss

Red hot temper, I just can't resist

All this vengeance inside me

All of these thoughts runnin' through my head

Arm on fire, veins burnin' red

Frustration is gettin' bigger

Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

Embrace the darkness that's within me

No hiding in the shadows anymore

When this wickedness consumes me

Nothing can save you and there's no way out

I'm a wildfire you won't tame

Igniting my temper, can't put out my flame

There's no way to contain

This storm swelling inside me

I'm a bomb you can't defuse

Might just accept you're gonna lose

Can't turn down, I refuse

To hold back anymore

All of these voices inside of my head

Blinding my sight in a curtain of red

Frustration is getting bigger

Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

When the night ends, it's not over

We fight through to get closer

Like a silver bullet piercing through

I throw myself into you

All of these voices inside of my head

Blinding my sight in a curtain of red

Frustration is getting bigger

Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

[loiswasadevil]

All of these thoughts runnin' through my head arms on fire veins burnin' red frustration is gettin' bigger bang bang bang pull my Devil Trigger

Im not familiar with this song.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

All of these thoughts runnin' through my head

Arm on fire, veins burnin' red

Frustration is gettin' bigger

Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

It seems like a very good song, but I just don't have it yet

[mordredbi]

Dimishez will never be popular. Reminder that Byleth is Dimitri's beloved and their childrens are more powerful than bootleg Daenerys. Cope harder.

The darkness of night falls around my soul

And the hunter within loses control

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

This demon inside has ahold of me

Clenching its power, trying to break free

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

Move fast baby, don't be slow

Step aside, reload, time to go

I can't seem to control

All this rage that's inside me

Pullin' shots, aimin' dots, yeah, I don't miss

Branded by fire, born in the abyss

Red hot temper, I just can't resist

All this vengeance inside me

All of these thoughts runnin' through my head

Arm on fire, veins burnin' red

Frustration is gettin' bigger

Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

Embrace the darkness that's within me

No hiding in the shadows anymore

When this wickedness consumes me

Nothing can save you and there's no way out

[laserdog10]

Oscar: *rocking out on a guitar* All of these thoughts runnin’ through my head, arm on fire, veins burnin’ red! Frustration is getting bigger, BANG BANG BANG -- Pull my Devil Trigger~!!!

Yang: WOOHOO, fricking nice Farm Boy! You been practicing?

Oscar: For. *pant* A long time, just for you...!

Yang: Awww. tha-

“AHEM!”

They turned and stared slack-jawed at the impromptu stage made by the Schneeblings along with their own instruments.

Whitley: Let’s rock...

Oscar: O-O;

Whitley: *followed by the Schneesters electrock orchestra* BURY THE LIGHT DEEP WITHIIIIIN~! CAST ASIDE THERE’S NO COMING HOOOME~! WE’RE BURNING CHAOS IN THE WIIIIND~! DRIFTING IN THE OCEAN ALL ALOOOOONE~!!!

Yang: HELL YEAH, that’s what I’m talking about!!!

Whitley: Thank you kindLYYY!? *swept off his feet*

Yang: And I’ll see you fools later~. *winks suggestively before running off*

Weiss/Winter: You’re welcome!

Oscar: ...o-okay, I guess Devil Trigger is old news anyways.

He walked off defeated, whilst a certain ginger android peeked around the corner.

Penny: I...quite like Devil Trigger...

[the-uncursed-one]

Me and the homies listening to a song we all like -

Everyone Initially:

*not singing out of fear of being seen as weird*

Everyone two minutes later:

“ALL THESE THOUGHTS RUNNIN' THROUGH MY HEAD

ARM ON FIRE, VEINS BURNIN' RED

FRUSTRATION IS GETTIN' BIGGER

BANG, BANG, BANG, PULL MY DEVIL TRIGGER”

[midnightactual]

(I’ll endure the exile) (I’ll endure the exile)

The darkness of night falls around my soul And the hunter within loses control Gotta let it out, gotta let it out Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

This demon inside has ahold of me Clenching its power, trying to break free Gotta let it out, gotta let it out Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

Move fast baby, don’t be slow Step aside, reload, time to go I can’t seem to control All this rage that’s inside me

Pullin’ shots, aimin’ dots, yeah, I don’t miss Branded by fire, born in the abyss Red hot temper, I just can’t resist All this vengeance inside me

All of these thoughts runnin’ through my head Arm on fire, veins burnin’ red Frustration is gettin’ bigger Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

Embrace the darkness that’s within me No hiding in the shadows anymore When this wickedness consumes me Nothing can save you and there’s no way out

I’m a wildfire you won’t tame Igniting my temper, can’t put out my flame There’s no way to contain This storm swelling inside me

I’m a bomb you can’t defuse Might just accept you’re gonna lose Can’t turn down, I refuse To hold back anymore

All of these voices inside of my head Blinding my sight in a curtain of red Frustration is getting bigger Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

When the night ends, it’s not over We fight through to get closer Like a silver bullet piercing through I throw myself into you

All of these voices inside of my head Blinding my sight in a curtain of red Frustration is getting bigger Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

[ladyarjuna]

All of these thoughts runnin' through my head. Arm on fire, veins burnin' red. Frustation is gettin' bigger

“You pull up your underwear and put that devil trigger away.”

[angrypoofcat]

Me at five am staring into the darkness:

My brain, uncaring: all of these thoughts runnin through my head!! Arm on fire, veins burnin red!!!

Me, wishing for the silent embrace of sleep:

My brain, screaming ever louder: BANG! BANG! BANG! PULL MY DEVIL TRIGGER!!!

[daddyfuckinlonglegs]

What’s that, another one? Knifeplay/edge play/sensory deprivation ahoy, you’ve been warned. Nate's knees ached. His ankles ached. His back ached. His shoulders ached .His jaw ached. The floorboards under him were warm. The metal cuffs around his wrists were warm. The air in his lungs was warm, bursting from his nose in hot little puffs. The tape across his mouth was warm against his tender skin. His teeth were gritted hard against the fire in his joints. His eyes were closed against the rough cloth. His breathing was steady, focused. His dick was so fucking hard. The footsteps were muffled, but the sound of boot-heels clicking on the wooden floor made Nate tense against the wall, shoulders pressing against the cold plaster. Sit up straight. Deep breaths. Focus. A warm hand ruffled his hair, stroked blissfully down the side of his face, and he shivered. “How you holdin' up, sunshine?” Nate lifted his face towards the voice. “Shall we take this off a minute?” Hot hands around his face, fingers moving gently at the back of his head, the soft sweep of cloth as it fell from his eyes. He opened them, squinting against the dim light, blinking and turning his face downward, until the room came into focus. “There ya go, how's that?” Nate raised his head again slowly, drinking in the colours of the room – rich yellow light, the mahogany boards, the smart, bright crimson of that coat. Hancock stood straight, looking down at him, nudged Nate's knee with the toe of his boot, a jolt of pain buzzing through the joint. “Y'know how long it's been?” Nate blinked, shook his head. “Forty-five minutes. You're doing swell. Must be burnin' up in those knees though, huh? You want a little stretch out?” Nate nodded. Hancock sighed and squatted down beside him, a wicked smile playing at his lips. “Fifteen minutes, sugar. That's all. Fifteen minutes.”

He wrapped the cloth back around Nate's eyes, tugging it tight, knotting it, loose strands of hair catching in the knot, pinging sharp sensation at the back of his head. Hancock's hand trailed down along Nate's jaw, thumb swiping across the duct tape over his lips. “Y'know, I like you this way, brother. None of that smart mouth you're always runnin'. Shit, I could keep you around like this for a long time...” Hancock dropped his hands and pressed his thumbs into the muscle of Nate's thigh; he gave a sharp, muffled yelp, pain searing up his hips. Hancock smiled, standing up, trailing his hand along Nate's shoulder. “Yep. A long time.”   His footsteps receded again,and Nate sank into the blackness of his breathing, long, slow, pulls of cool air, hot streams that warmed his mouth as he exhaled. Christ, his knees fucking hurt, the bones grinding into the hard floorboards, and he squeezed his eyes shut harder, focusing on the feeling of his lungs filling, and the smooth warmth of the wood, and the hard, urgent tension in his groin. Fuck. He thought about Piper; the gentle way she stroked his skin, the playful kisses she planted in weird places (the indent in the middle of his chest, the palm of his hand, his armpits, between his shoulder blades), her hair curling around her face, brushing the tops of her shoulders, her cold skin in the rain, her hard, pink nipples, the softness of her open mouth when she sucked his cock. His stomach twitched, jerking his dick upwards, and Hancock laughed, distantly. “Thinkin' happy thoughts? Wanna be careful there sunshine; don't spill it too soon, or trust me, I will make you regret it.” His footsteps paced back across the room to Nate's side, and the cold, shivering sound of a knife being unsheathed came from his left. “Really regret it.” Nate sucked air through his nose, and Hancock pressed the point of the knife to Nate's collarbone; Nate flinched, rocking back, fat pain shooting through his legs, the knife nicking his skin. Hancock tutted. “Now look what you did. Gone and got yourself bloody.” He squatted down, trailing the point down Nate's chest, scraping the skin delicately, and back up to his neck, digging a little harder, thin red lines raising across Nate's skin. The man trembled under his hand. Shit that was hot. He pressed his mouth to the thin trickle of blood running down Nate's chest, lapping gently with his tongue, licking across his collarbone, up his neck. “You like that, brother?” he purred in Nate's ear, “You wanna bleed for me?” Nate exhaled, a muffled groan in his throat, but it was all that Hancock needed. He grinned, and twirled the knife, the point twisted a notch in Nate's pale skin, and Hancock dragged it firmly across his chest, slicing a beautiful red ribbon across his flesh, rubbing his hand along the man's thigh, achingly close to his cock. Nate squealed, sucking hard at the gag. Hancock stood up, roughly tugging the blindfold away, and tearing sharply at the tape covering Nate's mouth, pulling it away. Nate grunted, gasping at the air, his mouth raw and pink, a tiny blossom of blood forming on his lip where the skin had split. Hancock grabbed his jaw, jerking his face upward, and pressed the knife to Nate's throat, the mean edge digging below his adam's apple. “Ten minutes left. Suck my dick, pretty boy, or they'll be the hardest ten minutes of your life.” Hancock unfastened his pants roughly, and Nate bent forward, throat tightly pressed to the knife, pulse throbbing against it, mouth leaning hungrily against Hancock's soft dick. He took it in his mouth, all of it, sucking and rolling his tongue over Hancock's mottled skin, and a rush of pleasure hit him when the ghoul reached a hand into his hair, his dick hardening fast in Nate's mouth. Hancock sighed, rolling his head back to the ceiling, stepping back a little. Nate strained his neck, leaning forward, and Hancock tugged at his hair, pressing the knife harder. He stepped back again, Nate's shoulders burning with tension, and again, until Nate was on the bones of his knees, leaning all his weight on one shoulder against Hancock's thigh. Hancock pulled his hair again, fingers fisted at his crown, jerking his head up, arching his back. He stepped away, pulling out of Nate's mouth roughly, letting the knife and the hand in his hair take all the weight, and Nate yelped loudly, the muscles of his back singing in agony as he tried to keep his balance. “Almost there.” The ghoul laughed cruelly. “Wonder what happens if I let go? One wrong move and it'll be the end of you, huh?” Nate gasped and gagged, eyes screwed shut, afraid to speak, sinking deep into his mind and stinging sharply in the present all at once. He couldn't do it. He couldn't stay on his knees any longer, this was it, this was it, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! He tried to call out, but his throat was dry, a cracked groan the only noise he could make, and his knees gave way. Hancock reacted fast, jerked him roughly aside, letting him slam heavily to the floor, the impact blunt and cold and bruising, but the stinging, aching relief that sang through his legs was... oh, bliss. He lay on his back, chest heaving, arms still tight and numb behind his back, and Hancock dropped to the floor beside him, stroking the knife up his belly in long, smooth strokes, like a butcher sharpening the blade. “Close call there sunshine. Bet that adrenaline is something, huh?” Nate nodded weakly, a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. Hancock reached into his pocket, jangling the key to the cuffs and rolling Nate to his side. “Here, hold this, wouldya?” He pushed the cold blade into Nate's mouth, and Nate clamped it between his teeth, shivering as the ghoul uncuffed him. His hands were cold, purple-blue and freezing; Hancock pressed his fingers against Nate's palm. “Gimme a little squeeze, sunshine.” Nate didn't move, just breathing, deep, slowing breaths. Hancock nudged him. “Still there?” Nate squeezed the ghouls hand, firmly, and Hancock sat back, nodding, rolling Nate onto his back. He straddled his legs, pressing his ass down gently against Nate's thighs, and reached down and cupped Nate's balls, squeezing gently, rubbing his thumb in wide circles. “Y'know, you're tougher than you look. I'm a bastard, I know, but that was an hour and ten. Pushed right on through it. Special with a capital E, ain't you? Though I am looking forward to seeing you hobble outta here in the morning and try to tell your girlfriend why you're in such a state. Bruised, and bleeding, and just a little...” He bent forward, kissing Nate's slack mouth, drawing a faint, satisfied sigh. “...irradiated.” Nate's dick had softened, but the blood rushing back to his thighs - pins and needles prickling unbearably through his legs and feet as his capillaries flushed with blood again - and the ghoul's hand toying with him, and the thin weight of Hancock's dick nudging against his leg. brought him back to life. Hancock swept his hand along the shaft, slowly, slowly, tracing his nails around the head, pulling softly. Nate sighed, and Hancock brought the knife down, carefully scraping the vein on the underside of Nate's cock, up, and down, scratching maddeningly at his soft skin. He flicked the point up, tapping it gently against the sensitive spot, and Nate groaned and curled inwards, his dick twitching, cum spurting thick, across the blade, across his stomach, across Hancock's hand. He laughed, almost growling, still rubbing the blade softly against the other man, and let Nate shudder through his orgasm in a cold, sweating mess on the floorboards. He ran his fingers jaggedly down Nate's chest, nails rasping against his skin, and slid his hand under Nate's shoulder, taking the man's weight against his arm, lifting him up. “Sit up, sunshine, I still gotta take care of business.” Nate slid backwards, sitting up against the wall, hands folded limp in his lap, and Hancock tapped his cheek. “Open up. You gotta clean up this mess.” Nate opened his mouth, pushing his tongue out, and Hancock pressed the knife against his tongue, grinning. “Lick it up, sugar. Like you mean it.” Nate closed his mouth around the blade, sucking it like a cock, the metal sharp against his cheeks, the bitter, salt taste of his cum coating his mouth, and the metallic taste of the steel, like blood, stinging his tongue. He looked up into Hancock's eyes as the ghoul jacked off over his chest. “That's right, oh, that's right, you dirty fuck. Suck it, oh fuck yeah. Fuck yeah, I'm coming, open those pretty eyes for me.” Nate did as he was told, and Hancock bucked into his hand, thick, white splashes covering Nate's flushed face. Hancock grit his teeth, and groaned, sitting back on his knees and wiping his brow, sliding the knife from Nate's mouth and dropping it to the floor beside him. He tucked his cock back into his pants, looking at Nate, admiring the view – everyone's favourite do-good drifter, soiled and sated and bleeding, on his ass on the floor of the state house. He laughed. “You, sunshine, you're fucking nasty. Wish we'd gotten this little arrangement together sooner.” Nate nodded, smiling weakly, letting his eyes close. “Yeah.” He croaked, as Hancock planted himself beside him, running a hand softly through his hair. “No one kicks my ass quite like you do.”