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Really playing the dark "What if..." Game here.
So WHAT IF Roman had his head in the game for 1 minute in Season 4 and made a different choice in Honeymoon States. WHAT IF he supported Gerri in keeping the CEO position having more than just slightly sinister motives.
WHAT IF he blackmailed her into tanking the deal with him, pushing Kendall out and then make him King of the shit show while she is forced to go back to be a relaible filing cabinet under him. Always available for a little bit of fun...
And WHAT IF he managed to make her believe his threats but it's all just a facade because Roman Roy doesnât know shit about apologizing and he's still hurt and grieving and he's desperate af. WHAT IF he thinks that's the only way to get her back and keep her close.
And WHAT IF I want to read about this so much...
WHAT IF indeed...
#succession#gerri kellman#roman roy#roman x gerri#romangerri#gerri x roman#gerriroman#what if#Episode: Honeymoon States#fanfiction#anyone?!#a little dark
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One, Three, Two, None
(A little dark)
First there was one
With table and gun,
Then there were three
Friends promised thee.
Then there were two
And they were so blue,
Then there was one
Like it begun.
One looked around
And picked up the gun,
âMy friends,â they sung
âIt will not be long.â
âŠâŽâ
Em-Patheticâ
âŽâŠ
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VOIDPUNK VOIDPUNK VOIDPUNK
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How does the Underworld smell like?
"Ever been in a damp dark cave with water flowing through it? Smells like that but add in a whiff of brimstone."
#I Only Need a Few Seconds and I'm a Fast Talker {answered asks}#A little dark#A little gloomy#And there's always HEY full of dead people
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âPardon me, but I donât follow.â The fan says, they look at the rest of the party, but theyâre not looking in our direction, anywhere else actually.
âDefine healing for me, would you?â You ask, smugly. Youâve asked this question before.
âTreating injuries to no longer incapacitate the afflicted!â They list off proudly, directly from the cleric handbook if you remember the material correctly.
âThat is one definition yes. Another is the act of returning the body to a better state.â They nod along to your words. So you keep explaining. âI use âAbsorb woundsâ as my primary healing spell since it can be cast over the full body for cheap.â This is typically used in war after a battle, for one reason specifically. âBut doesnât that take a long time to recharge? The only way to heal again is by absorbing the injuries yourself, which is damaging in the long run.â Correct.
âYes well, I donât take the damage for myself, I transfer it to the enemy.â Their eyes widen.
âThatâs possible?â They ask, a fair question considering the war counsel, the health counsel and the church have a meeting planned in two months to determine how ethical it is, and if it can be counted as healing, or a war crime.
But for now, you smile widely. âYup!â
If they make this illegal too, you can always just âhealâ their bodies until their organ give out under them.
âYouâre a healer. Actually, youâre the best healer in the world⌠so how do you have more kills than everyone else in your party combined?â âSimple. I heal.â
#writers#writers on tumblr#writing prompts#writeblr#writing inspiration#writing#writing prompt#fantasy#a little dark
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#ordinary photo of yeti#they made astarion in a lab for me to be obsessed with.#like hottest man in game for me is halsin truthfully. astarion is my shitty little white dog with separation anxiety who bites people.#very different things. if i say i'm doing a playthrough as astarion that's when you put me down#main factor motivating me not to is i need to hear neil newbon's voice acting at least once a minute or i die.#i've got a dark urge concept rattling around the brain but i should maybe self-impose a gaming break and take care of. responsibilities đ#babbling
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My Mane 6 Redesigns all together! I was going to post them separately but ended up finishing them all before I got around to it lol
#mlp#my little pony friendship is magic#my little pony#mlp fim#mlp redesign#earth pony twilight truthers where are you#bat pony fluttershy truthers where are you#dark color palette rarity truthers where are you#ALL OF YOU RISE WITH ME#im ESPECIALLY an earth pony twilight truther ever since I saw the old G5 concepts#I love the idea that Twilight's bonds with others are her true magic rather than beams or spells and I feel earth pony twi fits that well#since âthe five elements brought together creates the sixth element magicâ aka friendship since FIM she embodies âmagicâ in a#more metaphorical sense#the star in her eyes is also a reference to the first ep when twilight says âthe sparkâ ignited inside of her heart#plus the earth pony to alicorn pipeline is so cool and i like the idea of an earth pony being the bearer of the element of magic as a#fun contrast/its unexpected
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Worth V. 2.0
So, I donât really have any fresh scenarios to write for bsd rn, but I HAVE been kinda wanting to rewrite some of my bsd works. So! Thatâs what Iâll do. Rewrites donât take as much actual thinking as writing does, so with any luck this will simply help me scratch the itch I have for writing without taking TOO much energy. Also, I just plain feel kinda bad for my bsd fans lol. So! Enjoy this little rewrite! I hope itâs a cool, and hopefully clearer take on the original idea!
CW: Not for anything sexual, but the inner voice Akuâs stuck with here is fucking brutal and degrading, so if you arenât in a headspace to read that, feel free to skip!
Run.
It was a simple thought, but forceful. That single, simple word able to yank Ryuunosuke Akutagawa out of unconsciousness and into a cold sweat. His back rimrod straight, his heart a-thunder against his ribs, his smoke-colored eyes wide and frantic while they swept over the thick shadows of his bedroom.
But, he was the only person in his bedroom that frosty winter morning. No figures were sat at the foot of his bed, nor did any peek out of his closet or from the shadowy corners. So, Akutagawaâs heart began to slow a small amount. The dread in his chest finally able to ebb more and more when he recognized the familiar silhouette of his laundry hamper, dresser, and other pieces of furniture in Akuâs room. So, he could let out a slow, relieved breath and close his eyes to regain his control. âPull yourself together, Ryuunosuke. Your ability is built for murder, no intruder could hope to kill you.â He reminded himself in a quiet mutter. âYouâre right, youâre being stupid.âA voice whispered at the back of his mind while he checked the alarm clock on his bedside table to see that he had at least two whole hours before he had to go into work for the day.
And, if it had been any other morning where heâd woken up early to cough and wheeze, Akutagawa wouldâve simply laid back down and tried to get some more sleep before Mori could call him In for some early task that nobody wanted. But, even with that initial thought faded and baseless, the goth couldnât seem to shake a nervous energy that sat in his gut like a brick and rooted itself painfully deep within his bones. So, instead of sleep, he threw his comforter aside to get up and make himself some breakfast.
Only for his legs to crumble beneath the weight of his own body. The carpet beneath his bare feet suddenly made of needles, and the impact of his body against the floor able to snatch the breath heâd just gotten back with sheer pain.
What the fuck?! He thought as he laid on the carpet, forced to stare into the darkness that hid beneath his nightstand from the meager moonlight that got through his curtains until the pain finally ebbed enough for him to push himself up. Which, did hurt like a motherfucker to do, but the goth was more prepared for that fact now that he was awake enough to notice how painful his own skin felt. Okay, this isnât normal at all. He thought through clenched teeth. âDid it really take you this long to figure that out? And here I thought you were at least slightly smart.â A new...well, even with the fact that he could make out the harsh words, and could somewhat hear Atsushiâs voice amidst the animalstic snarl, there was no way that Akutagawa could think the thing speaking in his head was an actual voice. It was more like the growl of a feral animal. Low, and powerful enough to seemingly shake Akutagawa like a personalized earthquake of feral malice.
But, the goth didnât get much time to contemplate what the voice couldâve been before, his phone buzzed on the nightstand with the unmistakable notification of an early morning task. As if Mori could somehow sense the gothâs consciousness. But, that was fine with Akutagawa, the morning task was a perfect excuse to not pay any mind to that snarl. At least, for the moment.
Which, sadly, wasnât too lengthy of a moment, because it was difficult to ignore how his body felt as if it was slowly crushed by an unseen weight that hung over him. Even as the winter chill met him at the door to snake its horrible arms beneath his black coat to hug him like an old friend. A morbid reminder of the season, and the trek he had before him that morning.
But, he pushed through that greeting and made his way out into the dark morning air.
Which, was an entirely all-too-familiar misery for the dark-haired goth. Even with his old, blood-soaked coat to wrap around himself, there was no way that he could forget all the years of the winterâs icy claws down his throat, or how heâd been forced to huddle together with the other unwanted children of the streets for survival. Only to be the only one to wake up that morning.
But hey, it gave me some benefits, I guess. He reminded himself as he did his best to step over a patch of morning ice on the quiet sidewalk. If I hadnât played russian roulette with the cold so much, I wouldnât be able to brave the cold without proper clothes, or swim in cold water. Guess thatâs a positive⌠âAnd yet, youâre still an incompotent, pathetic excuse for a mobster.â Atsushi- or...that was what Akutagawaâs brain seemed to settle on for a comparison -in his head growled, darkly amused, or maybe even impressed, by the suffering the goth had been through in his life.
But, no matter what warmth the monster felt for the goth at that point, its words still sent a dreadful shudder down his spine that rattled loose that same sickening fear that heâd woken up with. âDisgusting. Are you nothing but a brainless, scared rabbit? How pathetic.â The voice mocked, audible even over the slam of Akutagawaâs heart against his ribs and the panicked grate of his breaths in his throat.
Each quick gasp for air like the drag of a saw bladeâs teeth against his vocal chords, and each step the catalyst for a new spark of pain. But, the dark-haired man continued to push through the pain and nerves. Though, not enough to stop him from wheezing out, âI��m...Iâm not a scared rabbit. Iâm a killer...â With a coughing fit to punctuate his raspy words. A fit, that earned him no kindness from the dark voice in his head. âReally? Because at this rate, youâre proving to be nothing but a pathetic excuse for a rival. Maybe thatâs why Dazai chose Atsushi over you? Because at least HE can withstand a little pain and cold.â He pointed out, the sheer mention of Dazai enough to get another argument out of the goth. Even as he was forced by the coughs and cold to lean against the brick wall of some business. âHe chose Atsushi because heâs a pathetic traitor! He...he was weak! He couldnât stay in the mafia, so he ran away like a bitch! Iâm stronger than him now, Iâm stronger than Atsushi.â He spat, his voice raspy and weakened by the force it took to push his breath through a throat that felt like it had frozen shut. âAnd Iâm...Iâm stronger than some fucking...voice in my own head!â And, thankfully, that snap seemed to be enough to silence the feral version of Atsushi in his head. At least, for a brief, peaceful moment.
At least, until Akutagawa began to trudge on again. The dull pain of movement a meager bit of grounding against the primitive fear that bubbled in his chest along with reluctant murmurs of life on the wind. Though, those minimal grasps for relief not enough to quell the ocassional dark spot that began to blip into his vision. Especially when his sickly lungs took in the first gulp of icy, salt-thick dock air. God, I can barely breathe already⌠âOh yeah,â The voice purred, returned by the opportunity to mock once more. âYouâre not even able to breathe around the docks, arenât you? And you really think you match Atsushi in any way.â âGod...shut the fuck u-â The gothâs snarl was cut off by another bout of coughs that, though weak, still racked his already pained body. Any potential air that he could get into his body through the press of some sort of pressure at his throat. Shit...shit! Am I really having some asthma attack right now? I canât be having an attack here! Iâve gotta get to work! Aku thought, paused once more to lean against the grimy wall of a warehouse as he thought. His panic only worsened when the animalistic voice chuckled, âYouâre only proving my point, Ryuunosuke. Itâs almost pitiful how your first assumption isnât even to blame me. Itâs your own body you blame.â
Stop it! Atsushi, stop! The goth thought at the voice, unable to get the breath to spit the words out into the cold air. Barely able to even see the way the sun began to slowly lighten the morning sky thanks to the increase in dark spots in his vison. âWhy? You said you were stronger than me, so prove it. Iâm nothing but a voice in your head, surely you can fight me off, right?The beastial voice mocked, even as the gothâs body began to slide down the cold wall so he could sit in the thin layer of snowy slush and ice. His body too weak without air to even stand, let alone prove himself to...whatever version of Atsushi was strangling him.
The last thing Akutagawa caught before the darkness of unconsciousness swallowed him was the throb of pain under his skin, and the unintelligible yell of somebody in the distance. Then, it all went black.
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would you rather be hated or forgotten
Forgotten. It would be easier to vanish if I thought I could be forgotten.
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#intimate#bwphotography#dark romance#gentle domination#dark fantasy#gentleman#gentlemen#lingiere#lovers#thigh hi socks#gentle daddy#gentle d0m#soft d0m#soft doll#soft cnc#soft girl#black and white gif#touch my body#touch#passion and desire#desire#dark romantasy#dark romanticism#sweet girl#sweet little nymph
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do ALL dead people go to the underworld? or is it just people in Greece, or... how does it work exactly?
"The universe ain't exactly tidy about all that. You'd think there'd be a hard and fast rule, but nope, nada, zilch. Pretty much a random draw. Some worlds only get serviced by one Underworld, some have the whole buffet lined out, some get based on faith, some get based on vacancies. It's all very above my paygrade. I've got a good working relationship with some Lords of the Dead and a not-so-hot relationship with others."
#I Only Need a Few Seconds and I'm a Fast Talker {answered asks}#a little dark#a little gloomy#and there's always hey full of dead people
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#coquette#dollette#girlblogger#girlblogging#lana del rey#lizzy grant#coquette aesthetic#girl interrupted#girlblog#sweet little nymph#russian babydoll#just girly things#this is what makes us girls#this is a girlblog#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lana del ray aesthetic#fall aesthetic#fall vibes#dark academia#coquette dollete#dollette aesthetic#divine feminine#hell is a teenage girl#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#girlblog aesthetic#girlhood#fall season#angelic#ultraviolence#waifspo
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#own art#own characters#CanisAlbus#art#artists on tumblr#Ludovica#Vasco#anthro#scenthound#dogs#canine#animals#wanted to see how they would look together#I know dark colors were getting increasingly fashionable in the latter half of 1500's but I like a little vibrancy#in retrospect I think I could've made Vasco a whole bunch taller I was overly cautious#ruffled collars are usually portrayed in comical and sneering light because it's kind of a silly and inconvenient item of clothing#but I've always secretly thought they look really nice#they frame a person's face and accentuate the jawline in a flattering way methinks#I'm afraid you'll have to pry ruffs from my cold dead hands
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first meeting
#rdr2#red dead redemption#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#issac morgan#man sees baby for the first time ever and is surprised that theyre tiny little creatures#arthur being the man he is mustve had SO many emotions holding issac for the first time. and this is all he manages to say in the moment#im lowkey projecting bc when i met my niece i absolutely REFUSED to hold her until i saw her the second time and i was like.#oh my fucking god shes so fucking tiny#anyway. i hope nothing bad happens to them ever<3#btw arthurs clothes come from an edit of a young version of him that i saw#and i also saw a video of someone managing to find a repurposed model of eliza in rdr2s data and shes got dark hair!#so i gave issac dark hair (and arthurs blue eyes<3)#arthurs definitrly into people with dark hair#pspspspsp arthur i have dark hair pspspspspspspsp#AHEM anyway-#sorry i cant draw babies even tho i see one all the time now LMFAO#my art
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