#Full-Length Match

[imjustanauthor]

@il-mostrc

The strange nature of cases designated an X-File meant that the circumstances surrounding the investigation often ended up being just as unusual as the content within. Sometimes people contacted Mulder directly, having heard word of his work, sometimes he found them through the media or internet forums, and, surprisingly rarely, they came through official FBI routes.

This was one of the few cases that had been on record before Mulder had picked it up, though that wasn't to say it had come to him in the form of an X-File itself. Instead, what had happened was he had connected some dots, put his own case together, and petitioned for it to be taken seriously. Usually, this didn't work out in Mulder's favour, what with the outlandish claims he had a habit of making, but maybe somebody had accidentally filed a response incorrectly because somehow he'd found himself with a response officially sanctioning his investigation.

It wasn't just one weird situation that Mulder was looking into this time. There had been a whole string of strange, elaborate murders in one single county, and he was convinced that there was something unnatural to it. Oh yes, killers had already been identified in the vast majority of the cases - he wasn't going to deny that - but there had to be something more to it. After all, you just didn't see crimes like that at such a high frequency!

Mulder's whole proposition had been based on not the profiles of the individuals involved, but rather the population as a whole. Being an extremely talented criminal profiler (when he wasn't too busy chasing ghosts and ghouls), this was something that he had been able to argue with ample research backing him up. However, this was the X-Files, and therefore there had to be a twist. In this case, it was demonic in nature.

The theory was simple. A demonic presence was in the area, encouraging some kind of murderous psychosis in select residents. If Agent Scully weren't on holiday, she would have surely laughed at the idea, but she was too busy sunning herself on a European beach to care. That did, however, leave Mulder without the medical professional assistance that he had come to rely on.

Through a series of connections and called in favours, a replacement for Scully had been found. Apparently there was a doctor who had been helping the FBI with some similarly elaborate murders (perhaps there had been a demon there too?) and, somehow, someone had got him to agree to help out. That was how Mulder had found himself in a morgue, waiting for one Doctor Hannibal Lecter to appear.

The man was, thankfully, perfectly punctual, appearing exactly as the hour ticked over as had been arranged. Mulder cast an eye over him, taking note of his appearance as he sauntered over to shake his hand in greeting.

"Doctor Lecter, I assume. My name's Special Agent Mulder. I hear you've agreed to perform an autopsy for me," he said. "We're looking for any signs of anything ritualistic or otherwise unusual. Have you been briefed already?"

At this point, Mulder was assuming he hadn't been. When it came to the X-Files, people often seemed reluctant to actually mention the details of what was going on.

[petricorah]

[will-the-ghosts-go-away]

Excerpt: Egliago

tw: non-consensual fingering

This is another scrapped bit of writing, mainly due to me adjusting my characterization of Eglee to include more fire, which my initial impressions were lacking. The voice in her head mentioned here came from an idea I had that Eglee’s manifestation of the Dark Gift, due to the backstory I gave her, made her a people-pleaser, her vampiric nature compelling her to be that way. I ended up dropping that concept; plus, the way I wrote it here seems close to Omegaverse territory, which I don’t mind but it’s not something I tend to write.

Eglee squirms as Santiago’s hand slides higher up her thigh, disappearing beneath her skirt. His grip on her waist tightens like iron, keeping her pressed to his lap on the plush armchair chosen specifically for his new office, a luxury befitting his new status as coven leader. 

“Smile for me.” 

Her teeth grit together with the effort of refusing his gentle command; her heart and soul are united in their defiance, it is her mind, along with the vampiric blood racing through her veins which demand her acquiescence. 

Smile for Maitre, coos a voice which is both hers and not. Be a good girl and obey. 

She turns her face away, towards the open doorway where Armand kneels, meticulously polishing the floor for the umpteenth time; their new Maitre is always finding reasons to keep his predecessor on his knees. Armand’s soulful eyes are lowered to his task, and remain there, barely flinching even when one of Santiago’s long, dexterous fingers elicits a sudden cry from her painted lips by pushing aside her panties and plunging inside without delay. 

Eglee’s body rocks against him, her hands instinctively grasping at his bare shoulders for a lifeline against the stabbing tides churning between her legs, maliciously directed by the savage moonlight made flesh purring in delight at her misery. 

“Please,” she gasps aloud. ‘Please stop treating me this way’ is her telepathic plea; both go ignored, by both the perpetrator of her pain and its witness, not that there is anything Armand could do—or would do, for that matter, after the coven’s loyalties shifted in deference to Santiago. 

It is a decision Eglee still does not regret, though she finds the punishments meted out by their new leader considerably harsher than anything Armand had ever dealt out in her time with the coven—aside from the occasional executions.

[dravidious]

My Trauma Center recreation actually totally going amazingly. Referenced some stuff from this video, very convenient that the player missed plenty so I could copy the miss popup decently.

Tomorrow I'll see if I can program a tool besides forceps

[orchidstains]

with @jennysaykwa

the neon lights flickered softly as the final note of the song faded, leaving a momentary silence in the small room. chanmi let out an exaggerated, breathless sigh, lowering the microphone with dramatic flair as if she’d just wrapped up the performance of a lifetime. “and that’s how you do it,” she declared with a bright grin, plopping onto the couch and letting her head fall back against the cushions. her cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven, but the thrill of singing still danced in her veins, energizing her.

she reached for a water bottle as her gaze flicked to the blinking karaoke screen. it lingered there for a moment before shifting to her companion, her smile widening. “well?” she asked, leaning forward slightly full of expectation. “how did i do? i have a grammy-winning voice, right? be honest, but not too honest,” she added with a playful tilt of her head. despite the teasing lilt in her words, the glint of pride in her eyes made it obvious she was fishing for compliments. chanmi tilted the bottle toward saebi, offering it as though saebi had been the one to pour their heart into the song.

“you’re good, right? comfortable? do you need anything?” she asked softly, her playful tone melting into something warmer, almost maternal. it always came naturally to her, this instinct to look after saebi. there were so many parallels between her younger sister and saebi, and for years their sibling-like dynamic had made it second nature for chanmi to fuss over her. her brow furrowed slightly as she leaned closer, her focus entirely on her companion. all of her logic seemed to vanish when saebi was involved; everything else could wait until she was sure saebi was happy and didn’t need a thing.

chanmi's fingers idly tapped against the water bottle in her lap, though her gaze never left saebi. “you’ve got that look,” she said after a beat, her tone light but curious. “like you’re about to tease me and i want to say, ‘don’t even think about it,’ but who am i kidding? i couldn’t stop you if i tried.” she let out a small laugh, her smile softening as her words trailed off. “unless... i’m wrong and that’s not what that look is, but i really doubt my sae-bility is broken.”

she shifted the bottle in her hand, pressing it closer with a small, encouraging smile. “here,” she said, her voice gentle but insistent. “drink some before it’s your turn. need to keep those vocal cords in top shape. or...” her lips curled into a mischievous grin as her playful energy returned. “we could take a break first. catch our breath. but either way, you’re definitely singing something before we leave. i’m owed my duet.”

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[reliabledragon]

I think I'm up to ten people now where only after multiple dates and substantial investment do they reveal that they either lied on their profile or left out major red flags when we discussed dealbreakers. I'm feel like I ought to get a punchcard for a free meal at this point or something.

[lattehearted]

[ REST ]  our muses lay on the ground together while it rains.  ( Adaine -- oisin )

Her heart continues to war with her head, with no end in sight.

The summer had only just started but the Rat Grinders had been trying to make amends. Well, some of them. Two of them, really. Ruben still remembered only bits and pieces - Fig only recently confessing and apologizing for messing with his dreams, in case that was part of his repression. Mary Ann was universally adored, more so after she and Gorgug started to figure their whole deal out. And Lucy, sweet Lucy, was just glad to have friends again, old and new.

Ivy did her part - seeking out Mazey only a couple days after the fight in the gym to address the bad blood. That did a lot of heavy lifting in terms of Fabian becoming civil with the ranger. And no one could argue that Oisin wasn't trying - as much as Adaine wished she could deny it.

He had locked eyes with Adaine as Jawbone had pulled him and Ivy away after the fight, a simple Message of "Sorry," just like that day in the cafeteria. She had frowned in the face of his sheepish smile and soft eyes.

The next day Fabian calls his banker, confused about a substantial deposit he hadn't made; it had been Oisin, Alston had informed, reading a memo that it was for repairs to Seacaster Manor. Adaine frowns, tells Fabian not to take it. He reminds her he's immune to dragon madness and, well, Oisin had wrecked his house. It felt like fair compensation.

At Mazey's graduation party, Mary Ann digs a bandolier out of her backpack. "It's from Oisin," she said, with her typical flat inflection. "Said he needed a new leather working project and saw your artificer thing and wanted to make you a new one." ("That's...that's really nice, I killed him and he's making me things?" Gorgug comments at the same time Fig, ever a German Shepherd, asks, "Be straight with me, Mary Ann. What's his deal?" Mary Ann only shrugs. "Oisin's a dork," she explains, with the same fondness she calls her boyfriend a loser.)

Slowly but surely, he was ingratiating himself into their friend group, like the others before him. Even Riz, begrudgingly, lets him try and prove himself. So should Adaine. She knows this. She knows who she's really mad at is herself. But that doesn't stop her, during a group wide movie night at Mordred Manor, from slipping outside and flopping onto the wet grass with a yell of frustration.

For a couple of blissful minutes, it's just Adaine and the rain. And then Oisin finds her. He always does. He says nothing and that's almost worse. She's grasping at straws and coming up empty and that makes her angrier. At every turn, he was proving himself to be genuine - the same boy who had offered her diamonds and a study partner after one conversation. But she's terrified, bone deep terrified, that just like the night of the storm, she's going to be blindsided by him if she trusts him unduly.

Adaine eventually breaks the silence, eyes aimed skyward and uncaring of the rain splattering against her face. Her magic swirls in the air, a Detect Thoughts seeking his reaction on the surface of his mind. "...That night at Fabian's," she begins. "The first one, not the...not election night." It's difficult to force the words out; what is she supposed to do with what she learns? "The...The diamonds, the...the fluster, the fucked up shots... Was any of that real?"

@trustbutvcriify / the classic romance of a good rainstorm

[luxlightly]

The fun thing about classic game inspired online games like Quake Champions is that there's a ton of little quality of life improvements you could make without having to do any major reprogramming that would massively improve the player experience and make it way easier for new players to get into the game and if you try to implement a single one of them, the fan base will skin you alive.

[someotherdog]

@full-tiltboogie / mary esther & your choice of muse! / mary esther parties all night and sleeps all day, only to wake up to the outbreak happening in the living room of the trap house. after she kills the thing that tries to kill her, your muse happens upon them. it's up to you if your muse knew the zombie, if your muse didn't know the zombie but knew mary esther beforehand, if they're all three complete strangers, etc.

the scissors in her hand were so bloody that she might’ve thought they were actually made in that color if she didn’t know why they were red. the body in front of her had stopped moving, its face contorted in a way that turned mary esther’s stomach. she woke up minutes ago on the couch of some guy’s house, having spent the night there getting high and drinking copiously, much like she did most nights. what was unusual was the woman that stood in the corner of the living room, limbs twitching at random, her back to mary esther. groggily, she rose up on her elbow, eyes trying to focus on the stranger in the corner. “uhh… good morning?” mary esther said, forcing herself to sit up, swinging her feet onto the floor. the woman made a noise in acknowledgment, or at least mary assumed she did, before she slowly turned around.

the first thing mary esther noticed was the woman’s milky eyes. then her drooling mouth, a mixture of saliva and blood dripping down her chin. there was some sort of wound on the woman’s neck, right next to the shoulder, and the arm beneath it was unnaturally jutted out. it took a second to dawn on mary that the woman’s arm was twisted around at the elbow. her ankle was similarly broken, almost completely on its side. the woman, or perhaps the thing, screeched suddenly and it caused mary esther to nearly jump out of her skin. at the very least, off the couch.

now completely standing up and completely awake, the woman charged for mary. she screamed, stumbling backwards. mary esther fell over the side table, the wood painfully cutting into the back of her thighs. the lamp on top of it smashed to the ground, giving her a bed of ceramic shards and bits of glass to fall on. “oooowwwww.” she moaned, barely a moment to feel it before the woman was almost on top of her. mary scrambled back on her forearms, grimacing as the shards slashed against her skin. the woman fell down onto her stomach in her attempt to get at mary esther, one hand grabbing for her foot. she kicked out, connecting with the woman’s forehead and forcing her grip to loosen, which gave her the chance to get off the floor.

standing up, she kept walking backwards until she was up against the wall. eyes wide open in fear, she watched as the woman lifted herself off the floor, bending her knees and raising onto her feet in an acrobatic way that mary couldn’t quite comprehend that she was seeing. her hand slowly crept along the wall, sight still on the woman-creature, until she felt something stabby underneath her fingertips. grabbing onto the item, she realized it was a pair of scissors only when she brought it up in front of her to rush the woman and stab her.

mary esther hadn’t known how hard it was to stab someone until she actually tried. she had threatened creeps before, even once holding a kitchen knife to a guy named hector that she briefly hung around with back in vegas, but never truly tried. it was sort of surprising how exhausting it was. the woman kept trying to chomp into her, jaws biting at air as mary held her off with one arm while trying to stab her with the other. after a few minutes of tussling, finally the scissors connected with the unharmed side of the woman’s neck, and she expected the woman to just… fall to the ground.

she didn’t. she kept going. she kept trying to bite.

wrenching the scissors out of the muscle, another thing harder than she thought it was going to be, mary freed the weapon from the neck and instead tried for the temple. another few minutes of dodging snapping jaws, she was able to sink the blades into her head. the body finally dropped to the floor, twitching in little movements as it finally died.

standing above the body, her own was heaving with large inhales of air. sweat collected at her hairline, blood all over her hands and arms—she had to wonder how much came from her and how much came from her. the room was completely silent until there was noise to her right. instantly, mary esther turned her attention to the source of it, scissors raised defensively. “hey, fuck off!” she warned, stepping backwards a few inches. the situation most definitely looked super sketchy, a brazen murder at nine in the morning, but it was self-defense!

[jrueships]

i’m revealing myself as the Jimmy Licking Anon (😭), but like… LOOK??? HIS INSTA STORIES??? HELLO??? CAN YOU BLAME ME???

URE JIMMY LICKING ANON ??!?!?!?????YOU wROTETHIS

you talking about jarebears thighs so highly.... i think... i know what you are .

but i also know you are SOMEONE OF GOOD TASTE !!!!! which means legally i am not allowed to laugh at the jimmy licking anymore 😭 he is very pretty like a mythical deity kind of.. Greek statue sense. Like marble perfection but obsidian (LMFAO) he usually plays with athletic leggings that show some calves... ong he is teasing us 😭 good thing they thin sometimes (the leggings)... 😼. His insta stories are always so aesthetic, there's no way he's not beautythirstposting on purpose here!!! Him n deebo are probably one of the few athletes on YouTube who post actually pretty thumbnails and not... the typical ugly BIG REACTION FACE EXCLAMATION POINT QUESTION MARK photos.. their competition .. deebos is a lot more philosophical and bojack horseman analysis video thumbnaily while Jimmy's is kinda gq style. His insta stories are definitely manic pixie dream girl. He loooves posting romanticized photos of his life without regret. He wants you trapped in his web of coffee and legs and tennis yoga 😭 but u seem more than fine with that so it's okay 😭😭

U SHOULD COMMENT THE WATERMELON CRUSHING ON HIS YOUTUBE LMAO, HE'D DEFINITELY DO IT FOR YOU!!! and the views.. like. Let's be honest he's probably not getting out of that finals with a ring. Let's give him ideas of things to do that'll make him AND his viewers... Very Happy . . It'll be a win win!! he'll get views!! you'll get fantasies LMAO

ty for having the courage not only to type this but to out urself with a photo, u thought it was so sexy (AND I CAN SEE IT), i look at this ask whenever jimmy needs help. id love to hear more about your jaren thigh thoughts... BECAUSE THEY ARE QUITE UNAPPRECIATED, meTHINKS and ure so insane for pointing them out U ARE MORE REAL THAN ANYONE WHO CLAIMS TO BE!!! i loved this ty

[xbullseye]

you sure talk a big game… but can you live up to it?

@pleinsdemuses

Dex wasn't looking for someone good anymore. That had ended the moment he saw Julie's lifeless body in that freezer, the moment he realized Kingpin had promised him loyalty and betrayed him, used him, just to get at Daredevil. It had been more than a year since that fight, a year of cutting edge surgeries and painful rehabilitation, but he finally felt like himself again. Better, in fact, harder to hurt, his spine fused with adamantium. Getting pushed off a building wouldn't even slow him down now.

But in a way, he was still looking for a North Star. He'd discovered something in that massacre guided by Kingpin, in those moments dressed as Daredevil and hellbent on his gleeful destruction, and it was that he never felt more himself than when he was using his abilities to hurt people. Was it bad? Yes, of course. Did it go against everything Dr. Mercer had taught him? Also yes. But he was tired of that exhausting balance of trying to be good and curbing his darker impulses. He just needed someone who encouraged those, appreciated them even. Someone with a little more loyalty than Wilson Fisk.

He was hoping Sinthea Schmidt was that person. He'd done his research, knew all about her life and her loyalty to the Red Skull, to Crossbones. She wasn't a traitor. She wanted to paint the world red as much as he did. It was alright if she wasn't though. He still thought they could be mutually beneficial to each other. He wanted Kingpin, but thanks to Daredevil, he couldn't get at him in a high security prison. Even Dex's skills weren't up to that. In exchange, he'd be a weapon aimed at any target of her choosing. Taking lives was almost too easy for him, and that unerring aim hadn't wavered despite how Fisk had tried to break him.

He wasn't sure how to prove to her that he was the man for the job just yet. For all his research, he didn't know what Sin wanted outside of general destruction. He didn't know what motivated her, the way revenge on Kingpin motivated him. "Test me," he decided, a slightly deranged smile spreading over his face. "Give me a target. Anyone you want. If I fail, we go our separate ways. If I don't, you help me get at Kingpin, and I take him off the map. That's a win for both of us."

[howthesleeplesswander]

starter for @greedbent ((oh lawd he cometh asfjdk it's the end for kaz 8'D))

Look, Kaveh was a pretty understanding guy. He truly believed that most people were inherently good deep down at their core. And if that were true, just think about how much higher those good people could strive with a little belief and encouragement!

So, yes: ninety-nine percent of the time, Kaveh made an effort to be empathetic and kindhearted. To connect with people rather than making assumptions or passing judgement.

But—! BUT.

Every once in a while, someone came along who was an exception. Not to name names, but it'd come as no surprise that a certain roommate of his had more or less invented this category. It wasn't that Kaveh didn't want to give those people all the same kindnesses, mind you! It was just...hard to do that when a person did everything in their power to purposely drive him to his breaking point.

This was another one of those times. There were two of them, now. Just lovely.

When Kaveh burst through the door of the busiest tavern in Sumeru City, the storm clouds in his expression were starkly out of place. Any hope of drinking and merriment this evening had already been dashed—and he'd just about had it with the person he knew had to be responsible. Again.

Vermilion eyes scanned the crowd, passing over anyone wearing a single speck of color or with any trace of warmth, compassion, or overall joy for life in their expressions. And when he finally spotted the man he searched for, Kaveh bristled like an enraged rishboland tiger. (Well...more like a rishboland kitten, really. Before there were any claws or fangs or intimidating features to speak of.)

"Hey!" A harsh shout disrupted the atmosphere for a few beats. Kaveh ignored those who turned to stare in favor of pointing at the black-clad figure across the room. Storming up to Kaz with his feet stomping like a toddler, he plastered on his best 'no-nonsense' face.

"Alright, what did you do this time?" No point in false pleasantries; considering Kaz never even tried to hide his disapproval of Kaveh's continued survival, they were well beyond that. "Jesper was supposed to meet me for dinner over an hour ago! He would never just stand me up like that, and yet this is the second time this has happened since you guys came back to Sumeru. I know it has to be your doing, so you might as well come out with it!"

[bezeniths]

beyond the blue ft. @lovexoxos

as much as it may have seemed otherwise to people, zurie was a creature of habit. in her mind, anything could be an adventure, but the truth of the matter was that she had fallen into a pretty mild routine. the muscle memory in her legs carried her along the same path to work every day; she'd stop at lapis roasters to get a latte before letting the aromas of lotteria tempt her hours before her lunch break. she'd then linger outside of wangto for a few minutes, swaying to whatever may have been on the sound system that day.

there was one store she always tried to avoid: johwa pet supplies. it wasn't because she took issue with the business or anyone in it; quite the opposite. it was because she knew if she spared one glance towards the place, it would reignite that want to adopt a pet of some kind. it simply wasn't feasible for her; her apartment was tiny and drafty. she was almost never home, and when she was, she was a complete basketcase.

maybe it was because she was distracted, or maybe it was because of the very thoughts tugging at her eyes, but as she passed the store on this particular day, she allowed herself a peek. there were dazzling aquarium displays set up, dressing all the surroundings in a deep blue splendor. she couldn't help herself, her feet were soon moving of their own accord closer to the enticing sight. there were rocks and sand and décor of all kinds colors, and even those paled in comparison to the fish themselves. goldfish in golds, oranges and blacks, rainbow-hued bettas and plenty of others she'd probably never retrieve the names of inside her brain. as her forehead rested mindlessly against the glass, another face abruptly appeared beyond the blue haze, greatly distorted due to the glass and water between them.

"ah!" zurie shrieked, nearly jolting herself completely backward and to the floor, though she managed to catch herself at the last second. "i'm so sorry, i —" she sputters, not really knowing how to defend herself here.

[cosmoseinfeld]

not now kitten, daddy has to watch the 5h supercut of the shield history

[possum-tooth]

dk where my black tshirt is so dress it is tonight!