#GRINS EVILLY

[spr1mkle]

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!!!!!!!!

Haha hey so. What if

[feligayzed]

WRITING JUMPSCARE 💥💥💥

This was a short little drabble I scribbled up a HOT minute ago when I first saw the nefarious "destroy painter" screenshot, along with Zeal's comment about how Sebastian would kill you without thought....or something along those lines you get the idea

The first and only time I've written in 2nd person 😢 sorry you are NOT kissing the fish

Once again I don't do endings ENJOY

Wc: 582

You're walking down a hallway when a vent pops out of the wall. Subconsciously you're expecting a remark from Sebastian, beckoning you inside, but the soft-spoken words never come. The absence of the greeting unnerves you, but you're familiar, so you don't hesitate to duck inside the vent.

He's not there.

You're dumbfounded. He's always there, coiled in the corner of his shop, his findings neatly displayed along his flank. Always. You know of the mutant's obsession with data, and you've got quite a haul, so why-?

You're barely half a step inside when you're wrenched off your feet, a haggard gasp forcing its way from your lungs as you're slammed up into the wall with remarkable force.

"Let's ditch the formalities, yeah?"

Static swims in your vision and you can feel yourself fading, but a sharp backhand to the face jerks you back to reality. Instinctively you reach up to coddle the sting, but the stunned gears in your mind suddenly start churning. You're dangling. You're choking. Your hands instead fly to the massive fist straining around your neck, feet scrambling for purchase. The effort is futile.

Sebastian's face is inches from yours, jagged teeth bared in a snarl. Scales scrape against concrete as he repositions his long serpentine body, tail lashing dangerously behind him. His third hand twitches for the shotgun at his side, but he doesn't draw it. The space is suffocating. You're trapped.

"I know who you are, and you know what you did. Are you satisfied? Do you feel accomplished? Do you feel vindicated, that it was a righteous decision, that he deserved it, so why should you feel guilty?"

His voice is laced with venom, a gutteral growl rising in his chest. The pinprick of claws in your neck is hardly noticed as a primal fear jumpstarts your heart, blood pounding in your ears. What is this about? Who?? Your terrified mind races to put together the pieces, what the hell could have made him react like this. The fucking computer....??

You open your mouth to get a desperate word in, but his fist clenches tighter, cutting you off completely. His eyes flash cold and lethal, and you see now that there is no humanity left in his feral gaze. At least not for you.

"You're fucking pathetic. You, and all the other desperate pieces of shit they sent down here. I should slaughter you all. Right here, right now. I'm tired, Expendable. Sick and fucking tired of granting you all politeness. Why should I? Why should I, when all that you are is a disgusting, worthless, undeserving sack of shit they could easily get their greedy hands on.

You're nothing. No one will miss you. No one will wonder about you. No one will be here to clean up your bloody mess. I'm going to tear you apart, limb from fucking limb, and I'm going to relish it. All this talk of mercy, it's all bullshit. You're going to rot down here, and I'm going to revel in the knowledge."

In a jerking motion too fast to register, you're sent sprawling onto the dusty concrete floor. White hot pain bloomed down your sides, and distantly you knew your ribs had shattered. Unfortunately that was the least of your concerns. His bulk moved to block the vent you came in from, and you slumped in defeat as any hope of escape bled out through the punctures in your neck.

"Eat shit and die loser." The End!!

[transformmyfataft]

sterscem

how could you be hating when this is literally me

[jakowskis]

[coles-chaotic-eyebrows]

AU where the only difference is that Data is a 1998 Furby

[kurtkooky]

Just remembered two years ago I made this beauty. What do you guys think!!

[bochedogmeat]

Something i may ink/paint…. More at 8

[ghostlyfrog-413]

art dump

[throughtrialbyfire]

“Cycle of the Serpent”

Chapter 34 - Summons

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  Viarmo leaned forward, resting his clasped hands on his well-polished, mahogany desk. It was definitely imported from Alinor, Emeros thought as he drank in the details, his gaze taking long looks over each and everything of note, from the frond-like shapes in the legs of the desk along with its multiple drawers, to its mother-of-pearl adornments, its strong stature. Each carving was the pinnacle of Aldmeri wealth and pride, and he almost deigned to think of what it cost before dragging himself from such speculation. Whatever it amounted to was enough to dizzy him. Either Viarmo was a very celebrated bard in both the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion, or he had friends in high places, and he didn't find himself in the mood to question which one it was.    "You do realize what this means, don't you?" Viarmo pressed after a long moment, as though giving the question much more thought, himself. "The return of the dragons, that is."    "We figure it's probably something very, uh, historically important, that's for sure," Athenath replied quickly, managing to bubble out a small, uncomfortable laugh. "Sir, can I ask what this is about? I know we didn't audition, but-"   "Oh, never mind that," Viarmo sat upright and waved the thought with a heavy hand away, "we've barely got enough students to justify our building right now. Yes, normally, we'd have you three audition and then carry out tasks for the college, but right now, well, it's a complex situation, you see. And what's more, with the war going on... I'm not surprised more bards are choosing to stay in their home cities or just flat out go to other provinces that aren't Skyrim." Athenath's shoulders relaxed as the headmaster spoke. The blond Altmer shifted his posture, rummaging around for extra paper and a quill, drenching the end in thick, good-quality ink. "Now, tell me about the dragons. What were they like?" 

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[born2b-beheaded]

our child is named peener

And his favorite word is a slur Can you guess which one ?

[graementality]

I am evil,,, so so evil. >:]

[milk-sharks]

haven’t been able to draw for a week because of a repetitive strain injury from knitting 🫡 it still may take me another week before i can draw again which is so upsetting!!!!! so sorry!!!

[ask-grian]

oh? And what is the truth that you told him?hm?

About the whole... situation. How he surely knew something like this was bound to happen. Not his fault, mind you, it was going to happen anyway,but no doubt he had some inkling of it.

I don't understand why he got upset, really.

[moonamite]

Beware

[eddieintheocean]

oh btw i changed my banner up a little bit. hope people have fun with that

[junos-cacophony]

ahdjksahk thinking about writing heart killin himself again since i did that before but idk idk sandkjsajfdjsa