#adam welcome to the game

[thewheatgerm]

me upon seeing this photo: BRIAN!!! BRIAN IS BACK!!!! TOBY!!! MICHELLE!!!! AHHHHHHH

[dihydromorphinone]

I CAN'T WAIT TO TASTE YOU.

after watching her for over a year, tanner can't control his urges anymore and he goes to claim what, he thinks, is rightfully his.

— tanner x reader, reader/character is implied to be female and in luna's place, not really smut but very suggestive it was supposed to be a smut though, kinda dark themed(!!) but it is consensual somehow TT, stalking references, i'll definitely write a part two with smut 👅, been writing this for four months;; kinda feel like i could've done better

if you like it pls reblog!! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

an: i wanted to try something new hehehe tell me if you like how it's written!! also dude... tanner voicelines are so cannibalistic and sexy,,, and i feel sooo bad i drank too much and i was sitting outside drinking beer with some random ahh guy at 3am and I'm pretty sure that something i took today got laced >_< this is my comfort fic yall.

tonight was oddly peaceful. the state of Montana, especially that one – someone would say cursed – town was the complete opposite of peace. with the sudden increase in crime; murder, kidnappings, disappearances mostly the city was covered with terror. the blueblood killer was definitely a real threat, a threat that is wandering free on the sickly covered in fog streets, while the poor citizens are left in the dark – and though he enjoys the exposition he has, for tanner it wasn't enough. it's never going to be enough.

he's cruel. psychotic, even. what sane person would happily murder so many of its own kind? none. and yet, there he was. enthusiastically setting feet rhythmically on the pavement, the heels of his elegant shoes making a barely audible 'click-clacks'. so much passion in each step; the same passion which drives him to inject toxins to humans and toying them with much visible sadism. tanner – the blueblood killer, had a very distinctive way of looking at the society. for him, it was nothing else than scum. trash, refuse; all the same. no human mattered to him. he treated mankind like a child would treat its toys; fun, but only for a moment. then the toy, or in tanner's case, a human can be tossed away into some corner, because it won't serve his purpose this well again. his definition of fun, however, was as cruel as he was. stalking, trespassing, closely observing his prey's emotional reactions and how the body and mind react separately depending on the circumstances and substances. his fun ends when the victim dies or acts repetitively – so he cherishes every moment of preying upon a human.

he found one exception, though – a young woman living not-so-far-away from his hideout; the captivating lady was a detective, with her home set close to the giant, maze-like forest, where the equally handsome doctor was spending his days, and if he wasn't out satiating his disgusting urges, nights. tanner has been watching her for over a year, falling prey to the female's plush lips, seemingly sweet demeanor and her abominable desires. in their own home, each human feels safe. the only place they can be themselves, do whatever they want to do. tanner pitied them - he always did. but for some reason, he still laughed at people who acted different indoors. he defied the whole purpose of safety, stripping the victim of it.

he’s stood in the shadows – where he preferred to be, for now. the thrill of being found was growing fonder and fonder on him, but now's not the right time, tanner would always repeatedly tell himself this like a mantra. like a plea to the sober-thinking part of him to let the other, more careless and darker part have some more fun. his thirst, though, for blood and flesh was just expanding more and more... insatiable, one would think. no matter how many victims would be reported, no matter how the blueblood killer's body count would go up, the urge was almost... attached to him.

through the tinted, mostly curtain-hidden windows, he could see her moving around. left and right she swayed, not getting enough sleep and forgetting basic self care because of her almost sick, he thought, altruistic urges. such a good, upstanding individual she was - someone to look up to, to worship... the woman deserved good, proper treatment only. especially from him - all the neglect is happening because his identity, still a secret, was wanted. tanner almost convinced himself that he feels pity and cries for her, being the source of her opposite of well-being, but in the end it's hard to judge and distinguish emotions while being hazed with mad, almost lusting feelings.

there was, however, no time to reflect the past actions, even if they're undoubtedly mingling with the present. he always did whatever his body and mind wanted, more or less heart. but he would be the last one to judge - there was no place for him and his 'sick' assessment. that being said, tanner finally realised he is in fact done waiting. their time together was pleasant and wholesome, but the urge will drive him to further madness if he won't do anyting about it soon. and since this isn't a mind matter, then it would be suitable to satisfy the flesh, disregarding the heart's wishes and indulge in the woman visible through the small gap in the curtains.

but his heart cannot be silenced this fast.

after searching for his trusted syringe and the mix of liquid midazolam and some other drug he put there previously, he cracked a small smile and sighed, being able to free himself after such a long time. his playtime with victims never lasted this long - this was but a miracle, something unexpected and ready to turn his peaceful, murderous life into something even more vile, dangerous and ruined. but the thought of disposing her like a loose trash didn't sit right with him; tanner was almost disgusted by the bare thought of causing her heart to stop permantly. he was having so much fun now, it'd be almost criminal... but, what is going to happen will eventually happen, so reveal himself to her, he shall.

the woman inside the cozy home was unaware of the terror right next her door, but even if she was - it didn't really matter. for her, the most important thing to do now was to catch that damned blueblood killer, to put end to the town's suffering... and her own grief. she's lost many of her friends and few family members to his wicked fantasies, and it only felt right to do something for the rapidly decreasing community. focused on her promethean task, she couldn't hear the light creak of her door and even lighter footsteps right behind her. only after tanner stood behind her, she could sense someone's presence. shiver ran down her spine, as she vividly remembered closing the door and definitely not inviting anyone, especially this late at night. fear paralyzed her, but then came the realisation.

it could be the blueblood killer. either she will get violently gutted, or she will make a life-changing discovery. and so, the captivating lady sighed, and prepared herself for the worst moments of her life. she turned around, surprising tanner. bold. she was definitely bold, unsure of the danger's scale, yet facing it bravely. his heart barely, but still, softened. endearing, so endearing... but it was too much for her. she closed her eyes right before facing him, squinting her eyes. his little plaything was even more captivating, he thought, smiling softly. though, she could never see it.

"who are you?" she asked, knowing well the answer is going to be fake or she will get no answer at all. or maybe some pistol on her forehead would be all she needed to know before her apparent, incoming demise? but she heard a small chuckle. "i'm the one you've been searching for. pardon me, miss, for keeping you up for so many nights. figured i'd better show myself in person."

his voice was oddly attractive. so pleasant to her ears, so pleasant she almost didn't get what he was saying - clearly, the murderer who got rid of solid few percents of the town's residents was before her, and he was aware of the search. well, it was obvious he will figure it out eventually, but the fact that he exactly knew that it was her... next thing she knew, his fingers were caressing her cheekbones, which made her open her eyes in a second. the sight made her lose her breath for a second.

the blueblood killer was undeniably handsome. sharp jaw, ideally shaped brows, perfect face ratio... not a single thing was wrong. he'd definitely pass as a model, or an angel, though the circumstances made her think of him as the devil. his appearance made it easy to sin. tempting. he was clearly her type, and deep inside of herself she was having a moral battle. she couldn't help the train of thoughts, all vile and lusting, all due to the bare sight of him. that didn't go unnoticed - tanner, as the aspiring master of knowing human reactions, realized she was captivated with him as much as she was with her. the syringe in his other hand, placed behind his back, almost fell to the floor. sweet, so sweet; it seems the paradise's gates won't be opened for him only.

"i've planned some fun activities for the two of us. don't worry, honey, you won't die. yet," the murderer smiled at the woman, terrified and enamored, still gazing at him. oh, how absurdly sweet she was... a perfect mix. with his large, gentle movements he still was caressing her cheek, but slowly moved down to her neck, tracing circles and various shapes. the lady was stunned - and tanner will also be as stunned as the detective, if he regains his mind clarity. but that did not matter; not for now, at least. she's here, next to him, looking at him with lust behind the pretty, sweet facade...

suddenly, the lady felt a sting on her neck. she hissed, and tanner shushed her, continuing to inject the tranquilizer liquid through the syringe. "this will only hurt for a while, i assure you. i wouldn't let you suffer for more, that is - unless you want me to," his poor, horrid jokes made her think about the event briefly, before losing consciousness. this is awful - she is awful, for even considering this monster as a human being, someone that could even potentially become her crush. but the shame can wait, she thought, as the man dressed in white lab coat and red tie came closer to her face and hovered above her, waving his hand as her eyes became droopy and eventually closed.

"good girl," tanner told her, though she couldn't hear those affectionate words. the effects were visible shortly - as if it were not for her perpetrator and his strong, muscular hands she would surely fall down, hitting herself and creating a possible injury. not today, tanner thought, not happening ever. why should she injure herself if the feared master of terror was always for her disposal? but even he wouldn't cut her too deep. the precious flesh of hers shall not be tainted with foolish, mortal-only limited bruises.

having his prized lady in his arms, he spared a few seconds more to admire her unconscious body. not like this was the first time he's seen it - this time was different, though, as he never actually held her like this. tanner closed his eyes swiftly, took a small, but deep breath and contemplated what to do next. it would be a shame to waste the precious liquid he just injected, though it was as precious as she was.

tanner knew her home well, sneaking inside when she wasn't home, and he was about to exploit this knowledge, just as he was about to exploit the sweet, sweet detective he oh-so-adored. holding her as softly as he could, but firm, he moved in the direction of her bedroom, clearly having some sort of a more detailed plan now. after entering, he put her still unconscious body on the big, fluffy bed and then went back to the living room to turn off the lights. should add some more vibes, tanner thought, grinning from ear to ear, as if it was his first time feeling happiness.

awakening from her slumber, she felt as if her wrists were restrained. and soon, she would learn her assumption was correct - although, it wasn't rope or anything extreme as she feared, no.. it was a fine, soft material, silk probably. sitting nice and tight on her skin. in her circumstances, getting tied up was the least she could worry about, and soon, she would find out; as the man's figure hovered over her body, multiple terrifying scenarios flashed her poor mind yet again. but was it surprising? no, it was expected even. her eyes became glassy, as if she'd cry in a second, at which tanner just... cooed. "oh, what's this now? i told you already, i won't let you suffer by my hand unless you want it," tanner replied, bringing his hand to her cheek and gently caressing her already tear-stained flawless skin.

the word gentle did not sit right with him, obviously. his actions were confusing to the extreme; but she wouldn't refuse anything the man would offer. not like she'd even be able to - but he made her think she has a choice and whatever happens next is up to her. what a cruel illusion - one of freedom and safety, that he won't take anything she doesn't want him to. in his mind, she was already his. equal to him, even, though he wouldn't like to see her running around with some sedatives, tranquilizing random people on the street like he does on some nights.

tanner did not retreat his hand, seeing his darling still conflicted but not showing any signs of reluctance. if anything, she was very compliant, and so he shall make sure she's rewarded for her obedience. "could you.. um.. untie me?" she asked, earning yet another one of tanner's smiles. what a silly girl, he thought, asking questions like this. but do whatever she wants him to do, he shall.

"no thrashing and squirming, okay? and i'll give you a piece of freedom," the man said, to which she nodded. she wouldn't want to cross him, never. bringing her arms closer, he slowly undid the bindings on her wrists, brushing his lips softly on the soft flesh of hers. it was somehow... intimate. the way he presented himself to her; she knew he's dangerous. one wrong move or word could probably get her killed, and yet - the way he is now with her speaks a whole different story. one couldn't just see him as a psychotic, sadistic murderer; not when his actions were those of a lover, not a killer. thinking about him in this way was surely a sin. the woman's train of thought, however, was rudely interrupted.

"stop thinking so much," he murmured against her ear. "no point in being so worried. i came here to do what i wanted for a long, long time, you know?" tanner started delicately biting the skin on her ear, chuckling a bit at his own words. "tonight, you shall become rightfully mine. i was thinking of claiming you in a different scenario but i just can't keep myself away from you, sweet girl." her breath hitched, in fear or excitement - she did not know. the anticipation, his face being so close to her own; she was surely about to go insane after tonight. and as tanner buried his face in her neck, she started trying to regain at least part of her mind's long gone clarity.

he's a murderer. a terrible person. he's creating hell on earth. she knows he is awful and she should scream in terror, but her fleshy, earthly desires are clouding her judgement a tad too much. up to this moment, she knew who he is - a killer. his sly antics tonight made her forget about his cruelty, but she shall see him as a criminal, a murderer yet again - he's going to kill her all the same, the difference will be the weapon of choice. he will stab her relentlessly all the same, but not with any blade or syringe. cursing her coveting mind, she brushed all concerns aside and let him have his way with her.

she's going to let him ruin her, deprave her - and she will enjoy every second of it.

[overdoozie]

I don't think that's a dryer my guy. 💔

[vanillafemcel]

MILOU'S INTRO POST ⸝⸝

۪ ݁ 𓈒 about me

— i'm milou ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა — i'm 18 — i'm kinda tcc and i'm here to make friends !! — i'm super friendly so feel free to reach out to me — i'm a furry lol (suit from dokidokistudios) — probably gonna remake this at some point lol...

۪ ݁ 𓈒 socials

— saltmilou on tiktok, twitter, pinterest, spacehey, and discord

۪ ݁ 𓈒 interests

— zero day, columbine, adam lanza, metalocalypse, aqua teen hunger force, squid game, legend of zelda, jjba, miraculous ladybug, the beatles (ringo), kpop (riize + p1h), yfm, devilman, eltingville club, japan the band, cardcaptor sakura, berserk, rc9gn, mouthwashing, mayhem, bobby lemon / joshua smith, moral orel, mlp, monster, scott pilgrim, ninjago, pokemon

۪ ݁ 𓈒 characters who are literally me . . .

— griffith (berserk), kaworu nagisa (nge), andre kriegman (zd), ryo asuka (devilman)

[lordgeneralsix]

is it just me or is bioware spoiling way too much about the game . talking about gameplay improvements is one thing but revealing story and companion arcs seems very insecure to me bc now the mystery is gone when people play for the first time . seems like they're trying too hard to prove that their game isn't garbage after that first trailer but this is not how you do that

[selfship-confession-box]

coming on here because I selfship with adam from welcome to the game 2, and they're making a FUCKING MOVIE LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO f/o on the big screen!!!!!

-❤️💻

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[alteregozowie]

Kink List:

RULES: bold kinks that your oc likes to give/do, italicize kinks they like to receive/have done to them, use both if they enjoy giving and receiving

practice good reblog karma and sent a prompt or two to whoever you reblog this from

spanking | impact play | fisting | CNC | humiliation | public sex | free use | bdsm | orgasm control | edging | sex toys | object insertion | nipple play | pet play | objectification | figging | breath play | multiple partners | double penetration | double penetration in one hole | multiple penetration | gangbang | group sex | cuckolding | sounding | photos & videos | enemas | medical play | virginity | lactation | CBT | watersports | oviposition | size kink | sensory play | cockwarming | facefucking | age gap | pegging | prostate milking | cum play | age play | rimming | knife play | manhandling | praise | shibari | bondage | food play | body worship | breeding | pregnancy | feminization | degradation | flashing | voyeurism | exhibitionism | pain play | lingerie | force & power struggle | anal play | mommy/daddy kink | branding | collars | glory hole | stripping | thigh riding | overstimulation | temperature play | wax play | clit play | bath/shower sex

[ang3l-d4st]

!!HAZBIN DISCORD SERVER INVITES OPEN!!

𖤐ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇɴᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ ᴄɪᴛʏ𖤐

ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɢᴏᴅʟʏ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀꜱ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇ. ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴄqᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ…

₊˚𓆩𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐⁶⁶⁶𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𓆪˚₊

ᴘᴇɴᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴀɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟᴀᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴠɪᴇɴɴᴇ ᴍᴇᴅʀᴀɴᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪɴᴅʟᴇʜᴏʀꜱᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ. ᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴀʟ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ ᴛ��ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ. ᴡᴇ ʜᴏꜱᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴀɪʀʟʏ ꜰʀᴇqᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ, ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ!

₊˚𓆩𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐⁶⁶⁶𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𓆪˚₊

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀᴋꜱ:

- ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ

- ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍ ʀᴏʟᴇꜱ

- ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍ ᴇᴍᴏᴛᴇꜱ/ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋᴇʀꜱ

- ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ'ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀʏᴏᴜᴛꜱ

- ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍ ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟꜱ

- ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟꜱ

-ɢᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟꜱ

-ʟᴇᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ

- ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍ ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇʀʙᴏx ʙᴏᴛꜱ

- ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ

- ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ

- ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ/ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇꜱ

- ᴇxᴄʟᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴄʟᴜʙꜱ

- ꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

- ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴜᴍ ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟ

𖤐ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ 18 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ)𖤐

[brimbrimbrimbrim]

Sorry for this weird question, it's honestly for my own piece of mind. Adam doesn't have a tumblr does he? I don't want him to see my cringe ;A;

Unless he's in stealth mode, no, he doesn't have a Tumblr. But, even if he did, he's seen it all. I wouldn't be worried. The man knows me from writing smutty Breather fics, and I still get to work with him on games. He's chill, no worries there, Anon. <3

[rqs-arcade]

🕹️ ⸻ selfship with adam moodboard

ft; yandere themes, dark reds and black

[valkyrie-night-103]

Time for a WIP nudge game!!

Pick a WIP from my list, and send a word along with it. If I have the word in that WIP, I’ll post the first instance I can find of that word.

If the word isn’t in the WIP, I’ve got to write an additional 50-100 words for that WIP!

Anons are welcome! Assign yourself an emoji or nickname, and I’ll tag the ask with that emoji or nickname so that any answers are easy to find without the need to scroll.

If the same word and WIP are resubmitted, I’ll try to find another example, so don’t worry about repeats.

Current WIPs -

- StrickPage OneShots with canon-typical insane behaviour, and an only slightly less canon-typical E Rating

- Golden Triad (Hangman/Kenny/Kota) Film-Noir inspired AU, featuring Hangman as a grizzled Private Investigator/investigative journalist, and Kenny and Kota the mysterious and handsome inside sources that end up saving his life.

- Canon Divergent AU in which Kota comes to AEW with Kenny, and Hangman may just be a teeny bit in love with them both.

Not much is written yet for these last few, but if there’s interest from anyone other than my wonderful boyfriend, I’ll start working on these a lot more!

- AdaMJF Feels that may or may not include a time loop

- Early days of the Blackpool Combat Club

- Avatar: The Last Airbender AU/Fusion (barely anything has been written for this)

[overdoozie]

Pretty lazy drawing lol

[simplegenius042]

Please, I'm very curious about No One's Safe At Home and What Happened To Vault 76? 😃

Ah yes, I'm glad those two have caught your attention.

What Happened To Vault 76? is a Fallout 76 fic that is the fifth installment of the A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series, but technically the prequel which predates the other five fics.

Essentially, a Resident of Vault 76, Vega, sleeps in and misses out on everyone entering the world after the bombs dropped 25 years beforehand. After Vega leaves the vault, Vega learns that she was left behind on purpose, because for a lack of better words, she's the worst. Vega takes offense to this "treachery" and decides to go out and hunt down her fellow residents as well as Vault 76's Overseer (who she develops a rather cringe unhealthy obsession over). The Scorched and the raiders hardly phase Vega, nor do the super mutants. However, she does bump into two odd strangers; Matthias "Mason" Talos and his brother, Arcane Urias. They're odd because the Scorch doesn't seem to affect them like it does everyone else, and there's also the fact of their inhuman strength and off human appearance. But Vega takes the opportunity to gaslight, gatekeep and manipulate these guys into helping her kill the rest of her former compatriots. On the trio's journey, Mason gets more skeptical of Vega's word, but Urias takes an awful lot of interest in the Scorched and its origin. That's all I got for now.

However, No One's Safe At Home is a Welcome To The Game franchise fic apart of The Silver Chronicles. It's essentially the origin story for an OC of mine, a key character in La Última En Pie and Old Dusk (two Silva Omar centered fics), named Gavin Turquoise.

In the Silva centered fics, Gavin is a lawyer with connections to the criminal underworld, but not because he works for them, merely because he monitors who he wants to put away for good. Anyway, in No One's Safe At Home, it reveals that before Gavin was a lawyer, he was a former benefactor of shady organizations turned vigilante who got sick of the injustice that the worst people alive kept getting away with, especially after his little nephew (who Gavin had personally became a male role model to) was taken by said people, and started hunting them down. He found two connections between all of them; The Dark Web, and an organization called "the Ministry". So Gavin made it his life long mission to wipe these people off the face of the Earth. Not only to avenge his nephew, but also so Gavin can rig the "Game" in his favor, take the benefits of the power and rebuild this empire into something more honorable (as it has deviated so, so far from what it used to be).

In essence, this is like a revenge story where one of the benefactor's of the Dark Web is personally punched in the gut by the organization he helped rise up, taking away and likely killing his nephew (or worse) and now Gavin wants to get rid of the source of the stains that corrupt the vision he had for this empire and rebuild from the bloody foundations he'll leave behind. The story is also about Gavin choosing to get his revenge but not perpetuating the cycle by rebuilding an organization that's very nature is to cause misery to others, no matter how honorable he tries to make it.

In other words, Gavin kills the most disgusting and worst people to exist and it is so satisfying.

I've put together a bit of the beginning of the fic down below:

Vigorously tapping on the keyboard, he shifted his attention to the time and date at the bottom right corner.

3:17 AM... 23rd of October... only seven more days left.

While the contents of the Red Room held no value to him, tracking the livestream would allow the location to be given away. Give him an ample opportunity take another sick fuck off the list.

He just had to go deeper.

Moving to browse on another degenerate site, Gavin paused. He glanced to the bottom right corner once more, attention caught by the white arrow next to the wifi indicator.

A GPS tracker, he recognized, How long had THAT been there?

Without wasting any more time, Gavin pushed himself out of the chair and reached to turn the computer's power off. But he stopped, thinking it over.

On second thought... I do have an opportunity here.

Gavin moved away from the computer, and walked over to the light switch, flicking it off. Darkness embraced the room, with the only light bathing inside this void coming from his computer screen.

Gavin brought out a hiking pack, placing it on the chair, and moved to the other side of the room, hand reaching for his most effective tool, eyes on the window.

He waited in bated breath, back against the wall as he waited for the window to inevitably open. He listened out of the cues he had honed himself to recognize for the past twenty-three days; the soft knocks, the footsteps on gravel, and even tugging up the windows.

Gavin's adversary did not know his identity yet; if he had, Gavin was sure he'd stop being lured out to the same neighborhood for the past twenty-three days.

From what Gavin overheard between Miss Lydia and Mr. Adam's call, Gavin's tracker didn't have a known name. Simply referred to as "the Kidnapper". Though creativity was lacking, the crimes were quite horrific. A masked man from Russia with ties to a sex trafficking ring, kidnapping women to subject them to horrors hidden from the law's eye.

He hears low grumbling. Gavin watches as the silhouette of the monster himself shadowed the moonlight, the dreadful figure of a beast shaped as a human. Gloved hands as black as the empty caverns that should house his soul, hands that have ripped innocent women in the wake of night away from their lives, gripping the window and dragging it up, up, up.

Gavin wasn't idealistic; he knew if he killed this man, it wouldn't hinder the trafficking ring in the slightest. But Gavin was sure of two things; one less woman will be awake and afraid at night, and one less monster would be walking amongst society. And Gavin was going to take so much satisfaction from this.

[comfethan]

I said, "Oh Mary, contrary, how does your garden grow? Stay with me, I can't see, anywhere that we could go."

Their answer, was laughter, as darkness swallowed them up. "One more time, I'll be fine, sometimes kindness is enough."

[kinfinding]

A non canon character from welcome to the game here, from welcome to the game 2, an adult. Was in love with Adam. Member of the Noir.

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