#because i thought me watching it die made me a killer rather than thinking of a life being taken away

[nyvoirquedufeu]

poor baby died and i didnt do anything to save it (I couldnt save it anyways but i shouldve tried atleastt but i didnt and thats bad) It died many minutes after i saw it and the security guy i think i forgot what those people are called came to pick them up

-died due to rat poison and being bitten on the sensitive areas by another rat (rat fight)

[howlsofbloodhounds]

(I usually ask anonymously because I'm shy asf but I wanted to ask non-anonymously because I don't think anons get notified when their ask gets answered.)

I feel like you know enough about Killer to tell me If this sounds solid or if it's dogwater. (Also to know if this idea had already existed or not sksksk). Please tell me if I made any mistakes, though! My brain is kinda fried lately and I had the strong urge to yap :'D

So I think it has been established that Killer's bones are constantly melting due to the high amounts of determination inside of him, and he'll eventually melt away and die. I think it is also mentioned somewhere that Color promises to find a way to 'fix' his soul?

I think the viable solution would be the Determination (DT) Extractor machine. In the Undertale game, in Alphys's True Lab we see the DT Extractor machine, it is used to extract DT from the human souls to be later injected into monster bodies. I wonder if we hypothetically can use this to solve Killer's perpetually melting problem? Has anyone thought of it?

(I do think there's some sort of like Sans fights animation where Killer is thrown to the DT Extractor in the middle of battle and he loses his DT. But my memory is fuzzy...)

Thank you, have a nice day (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

I suppose that’s an option they could try, especially since Color said he knows a guy and perhaps he meant his AU’s Gaster, but would it work, and would it work without killing him or grievously injuring him? Is killer willing to risk the possibility of being changed yet again.

Would it do anything to his code? That’s changed now too.

He’s arguably spent more time with DT as apart of his being than without it. Is it just a part of him now?

It invaded his soul like a parasite, perhaps it’d be hard to remove at all (almost like it doesn’t want to be removed) (stage 4 is described as pure Determination. perhaps in a way its also like rejecting 4.) and any intense pain and trapped feelings would provoke stage 3 into instinctively fighting back and trying to survive.

which is ironic, considering how 3 could remember the feeling of invasion and wants the invading parasite out.

Perhaps killer’s biggest struggle in trying to ‘fix’ himself is himself. And instead he should focus on trying to heal and recover.

I imagine it’d be a strange feeling. watching your body struggle and fight against something you wanted and willingly agreed to, as if it doesnt understand that this was going to (supposed to) help.

maybe they make or find a smaller syringe like version to slowly take out and remove small amounts in certain times of the day, if only to prevent more damage on his body and further slow down the melting and rotting.

I’d imagine this would not only bring up trauma around his soul and people touching it or injecting/extracting things in and from it; but may also bring up a whole lot of concerns about becoming weaker, unable to protect himself and worries about having to rely on someone else.

Not only do i still feel like 3-4 would cause rather violent resistance against the idea of extraction DT (one instinctual, the other because it means losing connections to chara/the player and failing the deal), and 2 wouldnt want it for the mentioned above.

1 likely would, even if it kills him and especially if it weakens him (he’s accepted death a long time ago, it’s the final rest for him, and losing DT just means freedom and less pain and less suffering for others and him he thinks), while 2 may bury his wants deep down and go along with it if it seems to make Color happy.

But of course, if Killer doesn’t seem fully on board and enthusiastic about it, Color’s not going to make him.

{ @dseval }

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PLEASE READ THIS IF YOU'RE A FIVE HARGREEVES FAN!! I WANT Y'ALL TO SAY WHAT YOU GUYS THINK ABOUT THIS

Okay, so, Five Hargreeves is literally Abbey By Mitski (if you have never heard it, please PLEASE listen to it)

Now, listen to me very well

- Opening lyric and it's already Five Hargreeves core. He was hungry, he has been hungry, for fifty years, in the apocalypse, he survived on nothing but balling up his fists and closing his eyes when eating food he knows is practically inedible. This can also be explainable with his hunger to make sure the apocalypse never happened/making sure he saved his siblings

- He was literally born with the power to jump between spaces in time, and yet is always told he SHOULDN'T explore his power beyond what people think should be explored, and while they're right, it of course caused him to rebel and run away. He was born hungry (deprived of support), not knowing what he needed (real love and not just being told 'you can't do that, you're too stupid to'). Can also be explained by how his entire fate is to either die saving his siblings, or die WITH his siblings, and nothing outside of that. We can even see it in season four, where even without his powers, he just can't rest

- He has no idea what he should've been. He doesn't know what he could've been, because he jumped forward in time. He rebelled, and now he will never know a life without trying to survive and killing people, he was born to be something, but he just doesn't know what that something COULD'VE been, rather than a killer, an object made for killing, just something.

- You know that one really funny moment between Five and Klaus when they're going on a little road trip together and Five was annoyed most of the time? Yeah, it's not funny anymore, because I'm going to make it unfunny real fucking quick. This was HIS dream, this was what he thought life could've been with his siblings, going on road trips, seeing cool tourist attractions, stopping by the biggest ball of twine, being able to look at his siblings in the face, and realizing his family is right here beside him. But no. They had to take it away from him. The light he can see? His dream. The darkness in him? The fact that he still, if not always, blames himself for the apocalypse. Even going as far as to think it was selfish that he was having a bit of fun with Klaus on his road trip.

- Literally my point before, have you ever thought about the off chance that maybe he frequently gets nightmares of the apocalypse happening again? But once in a while he dreams about being able to fish on the side of the lake with Viktor or Luther or Diego or Klaus? Then going home and being able to eat with his family? With ALL of his family?

- Fifty years in the apocalypse. Seven years in the subway (if you can count season four as canon..). He has always been waiting, waiting to save his siblings, waiting for the little hope he had in himself that he might be able to have a normal life with his siblings after all, waiting for the universe to call him, once again, gullible, for thinking he could even have what is remotely close to a happy ending. He has been waiting. He always has.

- Born waiting for that something? Born waiting for the time his siblings are all together again and they're all sneaking out to eat donuts in the diner. That ONE something. That one something he truly wanted to do.

- The apocalypse keeps him awake for so many days because he fears if he sleeps it'll happen again. That's it. That's all I'll be saying. It's even more tragic than most of what I put here so I can't really explain it any better.

HIS NIGHTMARES!! HIS NIGHTMARES ABOUT SEEING HIS SIBLINGS DEAD AGAIN!! ACTUALLY WALKING AROUND THE APOCALYPSE AND GOING BACK TO HIS SIBLINGS DEAD AND ROTTING BODIES, WATCHING THEM SLOWLY GET EATEN BY BUGS AND MAGGOTS AND EARTH, DO YOU KNOW HOW INSANELY TRAUMATIC THAT WOULD BE FOR A CHILD?

Oh god if they can't give him a happy ending just give him a gun 😭 he's been through enough

[reddamselette]

was thinking about that valgrace drabble i wrote for valgrace week because i miss them and its time to start speculating on that au.

so the image i kind of had for that drabble, like about the arena, was basically daedalus’ labyrinth in mind. because of the constant dead ends and the monsters around the corner, the fighting ring where ethan nakamura was introduced, etc. except it wouldn’t be underground nor would the walls be made out of whatever material the labyrinth was (i forgot).

but rather a maze made out of sand. so there’d be scorpions, they’d have to constantly move because the maze shifts and the walls would dissolve and open up new paths. along with pools of lava, of course. and not to kill off our tributes so quickly with exhaustion, heatstrokes and lack of water, there’s obviously little bits of water here and there. basically they’re fighting for their lives out in a desert and just, you know, have to gamble on whether or not the ponds or cacti they find aren’t poisonous.

at least that’s how it is for valgrace’s arena.

for percy’s arena, its centered around water because duh, i can’t ever let go references or symbolism. reyna’s arena would be similar to the roman colosseums. just to name a couple. i don’t think annabeth would’ve been reaped but i do think she is a stylist alongside pollux (castor died in his arena).

for the rest of the seven and co (i have a mutual’s tags in mind as i write this, love u to the moon and back for ranting away), thalia would indeed be a victor and nico would indeed have been taken in by the grace siblings after bianca’s death.

that goes without saying, reyna would have been frank’s mentor. grover, i think, would have been a mentor as well. i just have no idea who would he have mentored because i’m not assigning districts at the moment. (not yet at least aside from the grace siblings and our children of war from new rome)

anyway

so the arenas. definitely inspired from ancient greek and rome along with the books. like the labyrinth for example. bianca’s arena most likely would’ve been related to the underworld. so getting through the fields of punishment yada yada. since we’re being practical, another arena would be similar to tartarus so completely underground with no sun, just nothing but the rivers and caves and whatnot in sight (this would be lee’s arena and if so, he probably dies to save micheal. if its micheal’s arena then he would die to save will). then there’s places like olympus with the columns and since in mythology, its in the sky, the floors would probably be chipped away as in, some of the tributes might either die from the rubble OR you know, sink holes. joyful, isn’t it? atlantis, an actual death match battlefield probably, volcanoes, the ice palace with khione (i don’t remember what exactly it was or which book that’s from bare with me), the wolf house (that would be fun), the forest from camp half-blood with killer vultures.

ummmm i feel like i’m missing a few but you basically get the idea.

a lot to pick and who actually on who’s arena it could be, who would’ve won, etc etc. that also goes without saying, luke castellan is still a traitor unfortunately. so is silena. isn’t it fun that there’s twelve districts with twelve cabins (at least when we aren’t counting the rest but even then there’s about 24 cabins in total i think. i haven’t been caught up with pjo in a while my bad guys) so all the half siblings are still together and still have to watch each other die? oh the angst, its fantastic. (i’m no better than a game master i fear)

i like to think the children of war—ares/mars, athena, aphrodite/venus, bellona, etc—are most likely victors whether its on their own or they come from a long line of victors. so reyna and hylla, frank and his mother, annabeth, the aphrodite and ares kids, etc etc.

this came out way longer than i thought BUT its very fun to think about. i don’t know if i’ll ever turn this into a fic, i have my hands full as is but as always, i’ll let you know anyway

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When I first read abt Arya killing that poor singer I thought she did it to punish him because he deserted Jon. Do you think she followed her father's example? Sure she knows about the executions of deserters, but I thought the key to that was Jon. She has just learned news about him, that he is lord commande and they call him "black bastard of the Wall".

This is so old, I can't find what it was in response to, but I found the draft and thought I'd post it anyway, anon. Sorry about that!

I suppose to me it felt jarring because Ned had a duty as Warden to kill deserters, and yes, to the reader, we understand the problem in that he doesn’t take the stories of the Others seriously, that he should have sought to understand before passing judgment, and of course, I object to the institution of the Watch as a whole, but in-world, he was enacting justice and doing his duty. 

Arya has no such duty. She isn't tasked to carry out the king's justice, there is no honor demanding she act here. When I read her killing that singer, I thought she chose to kill when it wasn’t required of her in any sense. Not only was it not her duty, her life or the next person’s wasn’t in immediate danger, so I felt an implicit judgment in the writing that it was indicating something about Arya that should concern us.

I agree that we can read it in a sympathetic way because of her loyalty to Jon, but that’s where my thoughts regarding “well, if you kill one person for deserting your brother then where’s the justice in supporting your deserter brother?” enter the chat, and I have questions about what Martin was thinking because he writes Jon's feelings about this so compellingly:

Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jon was done with denials. He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life—however long that might be—he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name. Wherever he might go throughout the Seven Kingdoms, he would need to live a lie, lest every man's hand be raised against him. But it made no matter, so long as he lived long enough to take his place by his brother's side and help avenge his father. He remembered Robb as he had last seen him, standing in the yard with snow melting in his auburn hair. Jon would have to come to him in secret, disguised. He tried to imagine the look on Robb's face when he revealed himself. His brother would shake his head and smile, and he'd say … he'd say …

He could not see the smile. Hard as he tried, he could not see it. He found himself thinking of the deserter his father had beheaded the day they'd found the direwolves. "You said the words," Lord Eddard had told him. "You took a vow, before your brothers, before the old gods and the new." Desmond and Fat Tom had dragged the man to the stump. Bran's eyes had been wide as saucers, and Jon had to remind him to keep his pony in hand. He remembered the look on Father's face when Theon Greyjoy brought forth Ice, the spray of blood on the snow, the way Theon had kicked the head when it came rolling at his feet. He wondered what Lord Eddard might have done if the deserter had been his brother Benjen instead of that ragged stranger. Would it have been any different? It must, surely, surely … and Robb would welcome him, for a certainty. He had to, or else … It did not bear thinking about. Pain throbbed, deep in his fingers, as he clutched the reins. Jon put his heels into his horse and broke into a gallop, racing down the kingsroad, as if to outrun his doubts. Jon was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die like that, trussed and bound and beheaded like a common brigand. If he must perish, let it be with a sword in his hand, fighting his father's killers. He was no true Stark, had never been one … but he could die like one. Let them say that Eddard Stark had fathered four sons, not three. (AGOT, Jon IX)

Obviously, we weren't being guided to think Robb would or would be right to punish Jon. Later, Robb names Jon his heir to really bring that home. So, as much as we're primed to view Daeron with anger due to Sam's frustrations, I still don't think we're meant to be comfortable with Arya's actions.

I also think this fits in with a bigger issue of, you can't be a just ruler if you're favoring family and exempting them from the rules. Bran will be king, does he reform the Watch so deserting is no longer punishable by death? He can't be "just" if Jon is allowed to abandon it while others cannot. And, as much as justice is of the upmost concern, mercy is a consideration too. AGOT has the struggle between Ned's merciful nature and his duty to his king. We aren't meant to think he was right to capitulate when the demand for execution was wrong, but if the right thing for Ned to do was to defy his king, refuse to do his duty, how is it right for Arya to voluntarily kill a guy when she has none of those pressures? I agree that her love for Jon was a factor, but I don't think we’re meant to be ok with this.

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 26

Stepping out of the warehouse into the afternoon sun, Delaney felt like she wasnt actually there. What she could feel though was the quickly drying blood on her face and neck. Her hands were covered in claret. Her hands. She had blood on her hands. 2 people were dead because of her. Alex was right. This was going to haunt her. She had convinced herself that if he was dead he would never hurt her again. How wrong was she? She'd been wrong alot lately. Wrong about alot of things. She would go through the rest of her life knowing she was a murderer. "Baby?" Jax's voice called out from behind her, but he sounded far away. Hands grasped her shoulders and before she knew it Happy's stern face came into her vision. His eyes burned into her soul and she felt her eyes sting with tears. She could see Jax and Opie in her peripheral vision, they stood close watching her and Happy's stare down. They both knew he would never hurt her, their relationship very sibling like. But that didnt mean they weren't worried. Delaney had been through so much and they were both scared she would break down any moment. Happy's voice broke the silence. "I want you to listen to me, D. If anyone knows about the burden that Murder places on your shoulders its me. Sometimes you can bury it and act like everythings fine. Wont even think about it. Other times you'll be lay in bed, 3am and the voices of the people you've killed will fill your head. You'll give everything in the world to make it stop. Do not pretend you are fine when your not. We're your family, always have been, since the day you scrambled red faced into TM for your interview with Gemma. " The Tacoma Killer smiled at the memory of the first time everyone met Delaney. "What i want you to remember is both them assholes got what they deserved. What you gave them was mercy D. A quick death. Because i promise if I got my hands on either of them, I've tortured them for hours. Made fucking sure I took my time. And on the days when those voices fill your head, and it gets too much to carry, you call me. You fucking call me!" Happy demanded as he held a tearful Delaney, his own eyes brimming with tears. Tears of anger for what happened to someone he was close to. Tears of pain for everything she went through all them years she was with that prick. And maybe even tears of disappointment that he didnt get to extract his pound of flesh for the revenge and anger that burned within him. Pulling the girl into the tightest hug he was allowed to considering she was still healing from a bullet wound, Happy kissed the top of her head. "Your a fighter D. You always have been. Its who you are inside. And i swear, I will protect you and little peanut until the day i die, and I'm not going out of this world easy." Happy pulled away from the hug and wiped his eyes. Clearing his throat he turned to glare as a smirking Opie. "Well shit Hap, thats the most words I've ever heard you speak since ive known you!" Happy Glared and rammed his fist into Opies Shoulder. "If either of you mention this, i will fuck you up!" And with a final promise of violence and a nod to Delaney Happy got on his bike and rode away.

Taking a deep breath, Delaney pushed her hair back, no doubt smearing blood across her face. She couldn't believe her life. It felt like she was taking constant hits from every direction, smashing apart any good thing that happened to her. Turning to Jax, she managed a small smile. "Lets go see Dr Knowles shall we?" Following behind Jax to his bike, Delaney thought over how she was gonna handle the troublesome doctor. Killing her wasn't an option, as much as she would love to wrap her hands around her pale neck and watch the light fade from her beady judgemental eyes. Plus killing his first love would probably drive a wedge between her and Jax. He would see her as a cold killer rather than the woman he fell in love with. Fuck, he's probably shocked she killed Alex. Would he look at her different? Would he be disgusted? She didn't have time to let her thoughts wonder anymore as Jax slowed the bike to a stop in Tara's driveway. With a quick nod from the Delaney he made his way towards the door, her staying close behind him. She only had time to press a quick reassuring kiss to the back of his neck before the door swung open and Tara's smiling face appeared.

Here we go, was the only thing Delaney could think.

[vote-gaara]

Speaking of retconning, the one with yashamarus betrayal actually being rasas idea was interesting. What do you think the original plan was?

Actually, I don't think Yashamaru's betrayal was a retcon at all!

We have to look at Gaara's backstory as being told by unreliable narrators. Gaara himself even seems to have an unreliable narration to his past, whether that be because he was lied to or because he is over embellishing in a way to self sooth during his trauma dumping session with his future bestie and brother in law.

Here is his take on the assassination attempts his father made on his life: Chapter 97 and again in Chapter 547

In one case he claims he "lost count" but later when he faces his father, he claims that it was exactly six times. Now, what I think happened in that Kishi remembered mentioning "six" and just rolled with it to answer the question "how many times was Rasa a murderous bastard rather than just a bastard." In actuality, that mentioning of "six" was to reveal Gaara's age - it was an oversight or maybe a translating error?

Personally, I think Yashamaru's original take on it being Karura's will moving the sand to protect Gaara was actually foreshadowing rather than a retcon, and it was even established pretty early (Chapter 130!). We were given the truth right from the start, but then Yashamaru became an unreliable narrator as an order from Rasa to test Gaara's abilities.

Now one could argue, "Why would Yashamaru agree to kill Gaara when he claimed to love him? Why would he accept the mission in the first place?"

I agree with this sentiment, but purely from an emotional standpoint. I love me a Gaara, and so anyone who harms him is immediately considered to be on my naughty list.

However, if we lend Yashamaru the same grace we lend serial killer Gaara, we can note that the two of them are actually very similar: Both turned to killing in a way to cure their hurt.

It is clear to me that Yashamaru was devastated by the death of his sister, and you can actually still see that grief when talks about her to Gaara. A loss of a loved one is always difficult, but I imagine it would be even more difficult to know that you were the direct subordinate of the person responsible for that loved one's death, as Yashamaru was to Rasa.

Yashamaru watched Rasa make choices that would inevitably cause his sister's death, and yet he was stuck to put his despair, resentment and hatred aside for the sake of the village.

Yet it doesn't end there. Not only did Yashamaru experience all that, but then he had to watch his nephews and niece being forced down a path that they - one - did not choose for themselves and - two - would eventually lead to their deaths. It was just the nail in the coffin that Gaara ended up being compatible with Shukaku and thus Yashamaru witnessing the slow mental decline of the person who reminded him so much of his sister's love and hope for the future.

With that, I believe Yashamaru accepted the assassination mission to kill himself. I believe he wanted to die because living was simply becoming too much. I believe that he thought that if Gaara died with him, he could help him reunited with his mother who would be waiting for them on the other side; however if Gaara survived, Yashamaru would be able to get revenge through Gaara by unleashing him on the village.

A lot of people hate Yashamaru because of his choices, but I see him more as a tortured soul who had slowly lost his hope and his footing in the world.

Now, another reason why people might feel Yashamaru's "double backsies" plot twist was retconned is because in the anime, they do a voice over where he thinks something like "can't you understand the pain I feel?" (It's when Gaara and him are standing in the room beside Karura's picture - Episode 76).

Yashamaru never thinks that in the manga, which I considered to be the most canon of the material.

However, even this statement is ambiguous and can be taken in a lot of ways. Yashamaru could be saying it out of malice, or he could be wondering if Gaara knows what he's been assigned to do...He could also be wondering if Gaara understands the pain that he is feeling in his heart about the death of his sister. It could be argued many different ways.

Another reason why I think it isn't a retcon is because Gaara's sand never stopped protecting him, even when Shukaku was removed.

Now, I will be honest with you here. Shukaku is the type of being who will be sitting next to you in class when you make a really funny joke, but no one hears and so he will repeat that joke much louder so he can bask in the glory of stolen credit.

I think Shukaku heard people calling him "the ultimate defense" and he liked it. He liked it a lot, and so he stole a dead woman's credit by being like "aw yes, that's right. I am the one who's protecting this boy. No one can get past me. Haven't you head? I'm great! I'm the ULTIMATE DEFENSE!"

When...in reality....Shukaku is an unreliable narrator because he's boastful, and also because we all know that silly little tanuki was sleeping the whole time :')

You can't defend and snooze at the same time.

Also, Shukaku lied about being Karura, so double shame on him for lying so much!

In conclusion, I can see how people feel this one is a retcon (as it could totally be argued that way) however, I do think because Karura's love for Gaara was mentioned as early as Chapter 130, it falls into "foreshadowing and plot twist" territory.

Thanks for stopping by :)

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

your hand has a beautiful diamond ring on it. a ring she didn’t even notice the first time ji-yeon met you and let’s just say, she’s extremely disappointed in her son. she took some time to do a little research on you and let’s just say, you’re exactly what she thought you were.

your only redeeming quality is your amazing athletic ability with your back to back wins in figure skating but besides that, you’re just a local. anyone can be maternal, that’s nothing special but jungkook has brainwashed himself into thinking you’re this heaven sent angel when you’re just a plain girl from the streets of gwangju.

you’re nothing special.

“well why don’t you tell your family that, y/n? tell them the good news about your pregnancy and how you’re engaged to my naive son whose heart was healed by your magical pussy”

before you can clap back, your mother reveals herself—your whole family is here. your mother, father, and sister. they’re dressed in fancy clothes from head to toe and your mother is shocked.

“y-y/n…you’re pregnant? i’m a grandma?”

“no you’re not. you’ll never—you bailed them out didn’t you? what kind of sick individual are you? you’re just as horrible as my family!” you say to ji-yeon. “all of you are SICK. you’ve treated us like shit our whole lives and still expect us to kiss your feet. i won’t do it and neither will my husband”

your demons are right here and you’re scared out of your mind…your mother can tell.

“oh y/n, i can easily find you now. you can come back home with us or you’ll run away like you usually do. you’ll take the baby, leave your ‘husband’ all by himself, and remain the selfish person i’ve made you to be”

you’ve done it your whole life. running and pushing people away all because you were scared. you’re scared now and running away sounds so tempting but things have changed. you’ve changed.

you found someone who loves you, a place you can call home, and a family you’ll treat three times as better than your family did. you used to think you had to run away—that running would solve all your problems until you met jungkook.

you’re not running away anymore. you won’t.

“who said i was going to run? i’m not scared anymore, mom. i won’t miss you when you’re gone. in fact, i’ll be happy”

“he’s going to drive you crazy. he’s a killer. you saw the way he shot ji-cheol”

you shrug. “i’m used to crazy. i lived with you after all”

your mother slaps you across your face really hard. “YOU ARE A DISRESPECTFUL, WASTE OF—I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN YOU WERE BORN!!”

~🫧

red.

Before anyone of you can process what has happened, Jungkook steps up and pushes your birth giver really hard that she falls onto the ground.

“YOU FUCKING PATHETIC, OLD BITCH HOW DARE YOU SLAP MY YN LIKE THAT?! HAVE SOME SHAME SHE’S PREGNANT!” Everyone is now watching the scene, shocked gasps fill the room, “I wish you died when you gave birth to her! WHY DON’T YOU DIE HUH!?”

Your father tries to step in but jungkook immediately pushes him away too. “NO ONE TOUCHES THE MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN AND GETS AWAY WITH IT! THE ONLY THING YOU EVER DID RIGHT WAS GIVING BIRTH TO HER YOU PATHETIC BITCH!”

Jungkook starts to laugh, “oh no, I’m not a killer yet, but I will become one after I kill every single one of you for hurting her! SHE CAN BE WITH THAT ABUSER, BUT SHE CAN’T BE WITH ME?! YOU GUYS ARE NOT PARENTS BUT YOU ARE THE SPAWN OF THE DEVIL!”

“so you’d rather watch your daughter, be abused by her pathetic ex but not be loved by me? YN YOU ARE THE UNLUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE WORST PARENTS!”

After insulting your parents to the core, he focuses his attention back onto his mother.

The one he loved so much.

“And YOU. You are not my mother anymore, Mrs Jeon! HOW DARE YOU BAIL OUT HER PARENTS?” He screams, going insane as he pulls you back to his side.

His mother has broken his heart into pieces. “AND THE TRUTH IS MRS LN THAT YOU MADE YOUR DAUGHTER A RUNNER!” He glares at your mother, scoffing.

“Let me guess- you bailed out JI-CHEOL too.” This is so humiliating, your parents are actually the most fucked up people in the world, but his parents are no less.

“You should be ashamed of yourself for wishing death on your pregnant daughter- YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE A GRANDMOTHER TO OUR DAUGHTER! AND MOM YOU TOO!”

His mother wanted to make a scene and humiliate you. so now he will make a scene that nobody will forget And humiliate her and your parents.

“EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS PATHETIC FAMILY! THESE PEOPLE SUPPORT ABUSE OF THEIR DAUGHTER WHO IS WITH ME NOW BY THE HANDS OF HER EX-BOYFRIEND!”

[lorz-ix]

Hoo boy I really did watch all of these again

Sort of by coincidence, I kinda felt like re-watching a horror series that I have a lot of fun with, right before a new one came out. So let's recap my thoughts.

I will try to keep my comments on each movie short, because otherwise this would take me ages to wrap up lol

Saw (2004)

No introduction required. Most people praise the merit and creativity in what the filmmakers were able to achieve with a rather tight budget, but some looking for the, uh... "extreme thrills" the franchise is known for consider this entry very weak. They're wrong, of course, because even if the violence and gore was more frequent or graphic, that's not what makes an interesting movie.

The plot is simple enough and easy to follow, it makes for an effective mystery/thriller. The motivations of each character are still unknown to the audience, and the serial killer at the center of everything is mostly just "a terminal patient about to die who tests people who don't value their own lives". No complicated morals or constant retcons and flashbacks yet, though the twist at the end is pretty cool for a first time viewer. A twist that will set the expectations for every following entry.

Saw II (2005)

A fan-favorite sequel that cranks up just about everything that made the first movie famous and sets even more expectations for the future. This entry introduces the setup that many more would follow, where instead of the first movie's humble escape room-like setup, now several people must go through a series of violent and dangerous traps, which are all connected. And it's also an escape room, with puzzles/riddles to solve. Everything is more violent and disturbing too, of course.

I think it's a good one. There's an interlocking A and B plot with a decent mystery going on, and the set of twists/reveals at the end are surprising. We get more of an insight into the Jigsaw killer character and his threatening psyche, which everyone loves. If you can stomach the disturbing parts, I strongly recommend it.

Saw III (2006)

This is where the series starts to introduce elements that I'm not the biggest fan of. The B plot doesn't follow a group of people, but a single guy who must try to release other people from traps, with not much of a threat to himself during most of it. The "protagonist" is traumatized by the loss of his son in an accident, so the test is more psychological: he has to learn to forgive the people involved and save them, even if it means making sacrifices.

The setup is a good idea, but as a viewer it doesn't feel fair to see people helplessly die, their only hope being an outsider who hates them. It doesn't matter how much they wanted to live, or what they learned, they have barely any influence in the outcome. I personally believe the killer's morals are bullshit, so I don't care when they're contradictory (in fact I'll comment on this later), I just think it's unfair to watch.

Besides, even if the main character is traumatized and all, and he learns his lesson during the movie, he still comes off as very unlikeable, especially near the end, so it contributes to the frustrating experience.

What about the A plot though? Well, all I'll say is, even if I had negative opinions on parts of the movie, I can still recommend watching this far to make a nice trilogy. My overall opinion is kinda mixed, but this is a better conclusion to stop watching than the second one.

Saw IV (2007)

A rather forgettable one, but the traps in here are actually kinda memorable in how particularly disturbing they are. Despite the overall story being nothing to write home about, there's a big focus in making the main character of this entry sympathize with the Jigsaw killer, trying to make him understand his morals, so it's fairly interesting for me as a way to understand the villain.

I'm not one of those fans that go "oh he's an insane killer but he has a point". He very rarely does. Sometimes there's some twisted satisfaction in seeing horrible people get punished, but that doesn't mean he's right. In this movie we get to see a lot more that he's just like a cop, once you cross the line for him, you deserve whatever's coming to you. If you die, you were no good anyway, someone had to do the right thing, etc. "See what I see" he says, "you have to let them save themselves" (sounding a lot like "pick yourself up by your bootstraps eh?).

It's all interesting for me as a fan of the series, but the movie itself is whatever. Oh and I guess the ending twist will introduce a new villain that will be all over the A plots for a good while.

Saw V (2008)

Here we go, back to the "several people following a series of traps" setup. Memorable for being one of the most predictable twists of the franchise (so predictable it ruins what would have been a neat premise), however, and for having a B plot that's basically completely detached from the A plot. Up until now, both had at least been somewhat related, but now we have the "soap opera following the actual plot of the series" storyline running alongside a "series of people dying violently" storyline to please the audience.

I don't blame anyone for tuning out either here or by the previous one. I find the overarching narrative to be fun to follow, but the expectations to please audiences by killing off a ton of people in increasingly violent ways, as well as to have a twist by the end, no matter how dumb, among other things, are actually hurting these as actual movies. The next one will be a surprising step up though.

Saw VI (2009)

And out of nowhere, the "subtle" and probably not even intentional political subtext of this series turnt into an entire movie satirizing health insurance companies. This premise itself makes this entry one of the stand-outs outside of the first trilogy.

The soap opera A plot feels like every movie since 4 have been episodes of the same cop drama, so it's not very relevant when discussing the qualities of this specific one. If you were already invested in the villain and his antics, you'll probably want to know what happens next. A lot of people don't really care so that's fine too.

As for the B plot, my interpretation that the Jigsaw killer has terrible morals and he's actually just representing a more twisted version of the current system has more proof than ever. He's "testing" people involved in the insurance company that denied him coverage when he was diagnosed with cancer, so no matter how much he says "it's deserved, it's not revenge", we know it's bullshit when the traps are set up so that someone must always die. Where's the fairness? Every one can win, but it's impossible for everyone to win. Remind you of something?

Unlike in the third movie, the traps are unfair, but it doesn't feel so unfair as a viewer, because in 3 the deaths were avoidable, but in 6 they are clearly making a point. The insurance company decides who lives and who dies, so the killer makes them decide who among them live or die. As I said a while ago, you're not supposed to agree with Jigsaw, he's obviously setting up this "poetic justice" for revenge, he's setting up people to die when their crimes were being an addict, being a janitor in the company and similar stuff. If you think the insurance company is bad (they are), you should think the killer forcing them into a massive metaphor of themselves is also bad. He himself is a metaphor of the system.

Saw 3D (2010)

The end of the soap opera era. The previous entry saw a negative trend in box office returns, so they rushed an ending to the series and possibly came to the conclusion that the very explicit political messaging was partly to blame. I can imagine it may have been unpopular with "normie" horror fans who mostly wanted to watch violent, gory slop and nothing more.

What we have here is broadly considered one of the worst flicks in the franchise. The fact that it's 3D probably makes it feel adequately trashy, and it has very funny side effects, like bad "thing comes at the screen" scenes that look very out of place, or the blood being a weird pink tone because the proper red didn't look good with the 3D effect. It's so trashy it starts off with a public execution where two guys who were being cheated on must decide if they're gonna kill each other or let their girlfriend die (yet again with the "at least one person must die" schtick). The girl obviously dies, because fuck that bitch, right? She deserved it. The fans cheer.

I enjoy trashy horror films so I have a lot of fun watching this one. It's easy to mock and criticize the dumb parts, they're so stupid it's funny. But it's not all that, there's also a few traps here that are among the most disturbing in the series in my opinion, so if you enjoy that side of these movies, you can get some sick enjoyment out of it.

Jigsaw (2017)

After a very much needed break, the series returned with a soft reboot. It still follows the grand plot of the old ones, but after a decent time skip and introducing new characters, ditching most of the old.

I don't have much to say about this one. I don't like it at all, and I don't find it even ironically enjoyable. The violent parts are for the most part not as disturbing or memorable, and there isn't much room for interesting character analysis. The entire plot is setting up for a twist that's meant to shock the audience and feels almost incoherent in-universe, not to mention that it's one that's been done before with a lot more success in this very franchise. No future entry has addressed what happened here, and probably won't do so for the foreseeable future.

Spiral: from the book of Saw (2021)

A fresh entry that I found very promising, it once again ditches most previous characters and goes for the spin-off approach, so it works as a stand-alone film. It feels like it's less held back by previous expectations, so the brand-new copycat killer is also not restricted by someone else's moral code, and uses new symbols (or old ones in new ways) that I find effective.

The broad message of the film is one of criticism of police corruption, similar to how 6 criticized insurance companies. It's not a bad start, but it doesn't go far enough. Now that I think about it, that last sentence might as well describe the entire film, since the new approach is nice, but they didn't turn it into something that memorable. When I first saw it, I enjoyed a few bits quite a lot, but I was more so excited for the future of the franchise than I was about the movie itself.

Turns out the future of the franchise wouldn't follow this new approach.

Saw X (2023)

But in all honesty, as much as I wanted to see something like Spiral done better, the brand new movie ended up being surprisingly good. It takes all the time it needs to actually create interesting human drama and let the plot breathe. It might be held back by the past, turning back the clock in the timeline and bringing back old characters, while at the same time not really advancing the broader narrative, but as a self-contained flick (probably a new self-contained trilogy in the future), it's way better than 70% of these gory trainwrecks.

I'm worried about it making the Jigsaw killer into an even more sympathetic character, more than ever, fans seem to be eating it up. It's obvious that he's the most important and interesting thing in this entire franchise, but I think he should still be clearly a twisted villain and not some freak anti-hero. You still get a bunch of hypocrisy and contradiction coming from his morals, but it's still easier than ever for wacky horror fans to say he has a point.

There is some weirdness to the movie, like the way characters acted. The killer and his accomplice show themselves to the victims as if that's something they normally do, as if they didn't have a clear MO in every past movie. But honestly their actions have a little bit of a justification, and it makes for effective personal drama so I guess I can still cook up my headcanons.

For now, I'm excited about what's next. Not as in "this was meh but it could be better if they went down this route", but like "this was pretty good so I wouldn't mind getting more of this". It's reviewing well so "more like this" is to be expected. I simply hope they tone down the weird sympathy for the serial murderer a little bit.

[grimmshood]

ok i think i finished it.

titled resilience. zarahjiwoon concerning post-entity scenarios. also posted on that fuckass site

wordcount: 1319

the clocksmith does not cry.

she is a respected physicist, a hardened and stubborn engineer, a cold blooded killer.

she does not cry. 

at least, that’s what she tells herself.

she has a bad habit of listening. listening too much, paying too much attention to other conversations when she is not involved. when she should be focused on her work. zarah knows she shouldn’t. it hampers her focus. she should be recalibrating her fists, should be studying the notes she takes on each survivor, each killer, each new mechanism the entity presents to her. she should be trying to understand the world that she’s in, trying to find the rifts that brought her here and trying to understand how to use them.

instead, she listens in on the others. those on her side are not always talkative, but when they are it’s hard for her to ignore it. especially when they're discussing the real work- the survivors. when they’re discussing what the survivors tell them and try to make them think.

she regrets asking caleb to let her study his work, because while she’s trying to tinker away and understand the parts, she can hear the others sitting at the bar. the cling clang of bottles and glasses, liquid moving from glass to mouth. the chatty ones like to debate, on occasion, and they’re doing it now.  

johnson was telling them all about how he’d watched the survivors all sit together and talk- about how they wanted to escape, how they wanted to kill the thing holding them and go home. he laughed as he spoke, because it wasn’t going to happen. everyone on this side knew that those poor survivors could do nothing about it, and that this was how life was now. johnson seemed to like it. she could hear him egging on the others for their thoughts. dr. carter’s neurotic laughter carried through the air. young had her own thoughts, not agreeing but not fully disagreeing. she wasn’t sure yet. 

she listened as the conversation became a “what if?” the debate: if it really did happen, if the entity really did die, where would you hope to go? what would you hope to do? 

the answers were varied, from not minding the idea of going back home, to those who would rather defend it to keep the status quo. 

the one that made her upset, was when ji-woon spoke. he laughed as he said it, the way he just… didn’t have a care in the world when he said it. that whatever happens, if it died, he ought to die with it. this was his paradise and when paradise fell he would fall too, gone together into ash.

but that upset her.

the way he could say such a thing, without considering all that he’d put her through. did he realize, that he’d done it? that the time he’d spent, claiming to earn his place by her side, all the time he’d spent earning her trust?

she wanted to scream, do you not care? don’t i mean anything to you? did i ever mean anything to you, or were you just toying with me? how can you sit there and drink your stupid tequila and talk like i mean nothing to you? why would you waste my time if you didn’t care? 

but she doesn’t do anything. she sits at the worktable, she stares at caleb’s guns with her hands on the mechanisms, she stares at the harpoon in the barrel and she thinks about slamming her head against the wall, about throwing everything off the table and breaking the doors. she thinks about how she feels stupid, how she knew he would waste her time and hurt her, how she’s not worth anyone’s time and that of course he was lying the whole time. he lied to everyone, why would she not be included in that? she knew he was selfish. she knew he only ever cared for himself, so why did she bother?

the clocksmith does not cry, but she wants to. 

she cannot bring herself to blame him, because she is the one stupid enough to let him in. to let him make her believe she is worthwhile, that she is anything more than a scientist who hurts people because she is afraid of them.

she doesn’t bother listening when the others are leaving the bar- she flicks her wrist and time stops.

in that moment she makes her exit, time starting again as soon as she is gone. he will not know that she was here, he will not know that she heard him. 

she does not know that despite being the person that he is, he simply has not yet considered it- he does not know that he could ever keep his place with her in any other world. he has not gotten the opportunity yet, to consider a world where he is allowed to enjoy her company the way he would like to. 

she does not know that he is growing ever close to breaking. that she is changing him, just by virtue of existing, that her presence beckons him closer to changing. she does not know that the heartless idol with all his grand exterior still has a soft heart, hidden somewhere deep beneath, and that it grows because of her. she does not know that she has made him want to change. that he doubts his place beside her because of his nature, that he believes he cannot change as much as he might want to. that he does not know how to care. that all the love he knew before was conditional, that he had to earn his love, that he only feels loved because he has worked for it. that he does not truly understand how to love or be loved. 

she returns to the real work, tries to keep it out of her mind. she thinks about the question. if this place was gone, she might still have a place back home, if she does things right. she knows he doesn’t have that luxury. she knows he threw away any thought of going back home during his finale, ready for his fall from grace only to be slipped away into the fog. she wonders if there is any chance of taking him with her- to somehow bring the idol into her world, somehow let him create his art. or even a chance to start over. to throw away their bloodlust and try to live like normal people do.

her past dreams were simple, to recreate their companionship in the fog. if only she could bring him home. to have a cat or maybe a dog or even a bird, to spend her days researching and her nights with him in her arms. that he could still make his music and perform, that he could share his art with the world in its hideous glory. to have a home to return to, a bed to sleep in, a heart to hold.

but she doubts and she doubts, because she struggles to believe that he loves her, for any reason other than being the only one lonely enough to let him in. 

he can’t even give her a reason that he loves her, because he doesn’t know why.

when their gazes meet, across the campfire, she cannot help it. that rare, gentle smile, he only wears for her- and she turns away.

she can’t be upset with him for a simple statement- she wasn’t there, they’d never discussed it between themselves- she feels guilty. she cannot even apologize because she has not said anything to him.

when he finally approaches her again, he can tell something is wrong. it is his nature to pry, but just this once, he wraps his arms around her in silence. 

she lets herself cry just this once, without saying a word. 

[brooklynislandgirl]

Name:  “Benjamin ‘Not a Serial Killer’ Tallmadge”

Age: 

Do you like to cuddle?: “I do – and if you’re lucky, I might also be willing to share the blankets on my couch.”

Can we make-out?: “That’s…I-I mean, I’m not opposed, but I also don’t wish to be presumptuous. At this date and time, I’m not so sure I’ve earned the merit badge to make-out with someone.”

A night in or dinner out?: “Preferably in, but it’s always dealer’s choice. And ‘the dealer’ in question is, you, of course.”

Whipped cream or chocolate syrup?: “Chocolate syrup. As a kid, I’d pour on so much that you could never even see my ice cream. To be honest, I’m amazed I don’t have any cavities.” He scrunched his nose in thought. “Wait…we are talking about ice cream, right?”

Chocolates and roses?: “No. Chocolates, maybe – gotta love a harmless vice here and there – but rather than give you some hacked up, soon-to-die flowers, I’d opt to bring a potted plant that you could put in your garden.”

What makes you a good Valentine?: “I certainly wouldn’t say I’m a 'good’ one. I’m woefully out of practice, in fact. I haven’t been a Valentine since…five, six years, maybe? And I’d also never presume that you want a date on such a commercially exhaustive day, but given how much I’ve enjoyed your company lately, I just thought maybe you’d prefer to spend it with a friend… A friend who may or may not have a collection of bodies in his apartment.”

Would you cook for me?: “Yes, I’d be willing to put in the effort. It’s cooking for myself that I don’t enjoy.”

Would you let me cook for you?: “If that’s something you’re into, then absolutely…though I might hover in the kitchen, since I enjoy snacking on the ingredients.”

Where would you take me on a date?: “I’m not really sure – out of practice, remember? – but probably a good museum. I love history and art and just learning in general. If you could withstand all that, then we might be out for hours. A hike someplace would be nice, too.”

Who’s paying?: “I was raised a 'traditional gentleman’ by my father, but I’m also not too proud to go halfsies, if requested. However, seeing how this was my idea, I also wouldn’t be an ass and request recompense.”

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: “I’ll admit I haven’t thought that far ahead…didn’t think I’d even get this far, if I’m being honest – but maybe something for your car, since you seem so proud of it. Or a kitschy little snow globe of the ocean, so that way, you always have it there with you in your home, no matter where you go.”

Lunch today was on Beth after Ben graciously insisted on getting dinner the other night at ‘their’ diner. She doesn’t know when she started thinking of it like that, and she has certainly not said it aloud. She’d sent him a text because even Beth knows that one simply can’t turn up at an elementary school just to catch a glimpse of one’s friend, deep in his trenches, and was both surprised and delighted when he mentioned they were having an in-service day. He’d said he’d be happy to meet up with her after his meeting wrapped up, and she’d answered with, he knew where she would be.

On her second cup of coffee, but that didn’t bother her. When he’d come in she blossomed into a smile for him and rose from her chair. She waited until he’d unwrapped his scarf and hung his jacket ~she still gets a kick out of the leather patches on the elbows~ on the back of his chair before she leaned upwards and gave him a hug, all arms around his neck. Kissed the air near his cheek. Even in her knee high boots she’s not quite tall enough. They made small talk while perusing menus, and now waiting for their food to arrive, she watches as he pulls out a little off-pink sheet from his pocket and unfolded it. He starts off at a race, and she laughs at the aside in his name. It takes her a minute to realise it was one of those quiz things they’d seen in a magazine at the community hall last meeting. At the time it had seemed both weird and funny to them that someone would have left the pages open to that and then she’d forgotten about it. Neither one of them had shared, but she’d ended up holding his hand and squeezing it tightly when they listened to a truly heartbreaking story that hit too close to home for both of them.Now she makes note that he skips his age. Beth is poised to wonder if that was accidental or if there was weight behind the omission. He could be anywhere from twenty to thirty-five. Normally she’s great at guessing but he ~like her~ has some combo of amazing genetics and a fantastic skin-care regimen. She blushes when he mentions cuddling, but doesn’t ask more about his house. “Ooh, I bet you have the really soft ones, too.” He earns half that badge though giving her the best answer possible, even when it comes with a side of blushing and avoiding eye-contact. Ben is very sweet that way, and she rather appreciates his wholesomeness. “I’ll do my best not to be disappointed, then, if we don’t get to it. “I prefer in, as well. Going out takes up a lot of energy and effort I don’t have, but points for letting me choose. Very smart of you!” A little wink shoots his way before she grins. Some part of her wonders if he knows about her thing with teeth, considering he mentions not having cavities, but then she realises he’s just dangerously wholesome, especially following it up with the nose wrinkle he does. She feigns shock. “Why, whatever else would I mean?” She doesn’t answer him when it comes to the flowers part, but her face softens and her eyes grow misty. She’s never been on a rant about the corpses of beautiful living things but he seems to intuitively understand her any way. And maybe some of the emotion carries through when he casually drops the fact that his last serious or at least...serious to him... relationship was some time ago. She doesn’t understand it, how that could be. Ben is a lovely man in every sense of the word; handsome, educated, gentle, kind, sweet, funny...and in New York that makes him a Unicorn. But then he follows it up with a call back and she laughs again, the kind that crinkles her nose, the corners of her eyes, and flashes him those small, sharp teeth. “I’m not going to judge your art.” She’s a little breathy a moment later when the mirth settles into something warm. “As long as your toaster understands our arrangement, it’s fine. Wonderful, really. Because I promise you...that’s all the meal you’d get from me. The ingredients that is. Cause I don’t want you to see me ruin a carbonara. And I would actually...I’d love that. I enjoy history and art as well, and I love hiking, especially in good company.” The next thing surprises her. Somehow the curse word seems to sit ill on his tongue but in context, he’s once again being wholesome. “I think you’re a gentleman either way. So...this time I’ll be gracious enough to allow you, and next...it’s all on me.” Then she shakes her head. “I love the idea of a snow-globe, but really, truly, I don’t need a gift beyond getting to spend what seems like a wonderful day with a very good man. I’d be foolish to say no to such a brilliant offer. And my brother raised no fool. So yes, Mr Tallmadge, it would be my honour to accept you as my Valentine.”

[amazingspake]

I don't really like self-reblogging but I put a lot of work in this, so I settled on sharing some of my thoughts on their relationship while I'm at it

Disclaimer: English is not my first language and I talk a lot

So, consider this: UR-1 happened about 2 years after Hazakura incident. Diego is more or less free from his inner demons, but is lost and has no purpose — there's nothing for him to live for, he doesn't hate Phoenix anymore, he can't really protect Maya from prison, and we all know what happened the first time he tried to protect her, so he really just, well, exists.

And then Blackquill arrives. Sure, he can be a master of psychology and a prosecutor all he wants, but he's only 21, practically a boy still, who has just been through a very traumatic experience and basically signed his own death sentence. And I really like this thing with Simon that, sure, he's selfless and heroic and risked everything for a better cause, but his reasoning is flawed and the decision of going to prison while the real perpetrator is still around isn't the brightest one. If Metis's killer was the same person who sabotaged the HAT-1 launch, how in the world did Simon believe that Athena killed her mother? And moreover, if he wanted to protect her, why didn't he stay at her side? And I'm not talking about Aura, because Aura's feelings clearly weren't the focus here. There was that psychological profile thing also, I suppose — but I don't think he specifically needed to be in prison to preserve it. I may be wrong, as DD's plotline is a freaking jungle of a mess, but still: Simon's decision isn't perfect, and that's what makes him a better character than he already is. I've actually read a post which explored this idea on PW Kinkmeme, but I don't think I'll be able to find it again. Anyway, this view on Blackquill's character made me like him even more: he did what he thought was best at the time, and was committed to it, like a samurai, until the end. And, to quote Mr. Coffee himself: "To err, is human, to forgive, divine. Humans aren't machines, the have souls, feelings. They live, they die, they love, they hate... and, yes, they even make mistakes".

So, back to prison. Blackquill arrives, and Diego sees this scared kid who, however, has the guts to claim he's a murderer and keep a straight face. It takes him one glance at Simon, and his lawyer instincts tell him that he's innocent. So, as he seeks a new purpose in life so much, he decides to look out for Simon, protect him, if you like. He is a defence attorney at heart, he knows better than most how to bluff, how to smile in the hardest of times, and how to keep a facade that won't falter. So he guides him: carefully, without too much pressure, to have Simon figure out himself what is best for him. He guides him and watches as the Twisted Samurai emerges, dark, stoic, and cold, and no longer sees a lost boy, but a man who is fearless and fearsome, and can stand his ground, and Diego feels at least a little bit proud.

And now that I think of it, let's make it a bit more angsty: Diego, because he is Diego, compares Simon to Mia. He sees someone who is reckless in their desire to avenge someone they cared deeply about (Misty/Metis) by putting the true culprit behind bars (Redd White/the Phantom), while trying to keep safe someone else they care about, but ending up abandoning them (Maya/Athena). Diego sees these parallels, and, although he accepted that he shouldn't blame himself for Mia's death, he still may feel responsible that he didn't protected her from this reckless vengeance. So maybe he becomes afraid that Simon will follow the same path, and thus at least tries to warn him and teach him to be more cautious.

And so, as he's out of prison, earlier than Blackquill (I believe his sentence wasn't too long due to it being a manslaughter rather than murder, and due to health complications; and I just want my guy to have a happy ending, whatever, it's not about him today) and maybe he contacts someone he knows, who was an annoying brat in his youth, but grew up to be a respected man, aiming to be the next Chief Prosecutor. Maybe he says to him, hey, frilly boy, do me a favor and look up that case involving Blackquill in detail for me, will you? And Edgeworth, being a smart man, probably already had his doubts regarding that case, so this is just another confirmation and an incentive to dig deeper.

Godot figures out Blackquill

Aa3 & aa5 spoilers, mild blood ig

If you have seen this no you haven't tumblr did some weird shenanigans and separated the images

I'm not rewriting whatever I said before but I adore their weird prison friendship

[feuqueerfire]

Midnight (2021) Rewatch Live Blogging

I watched this in October 2021 after watching Squid Game and wanting more Wi Ha Joon and thought it was good enough but didn’t stick with me. However, I’m really craving thriller/non-supernatural horror shows/movies with little to no romance right now (very rare for me bc I rarely research for thriller/horror and am always into romance) and the November 2022 What We’re Watching episode for Certified Noonas mentioned it and I was like oh! I should rewatch. Maybe I’ll like it more this time.

lol this turned out to be very spoilery about Strangers From Hell as well, so it’s all under the Read More.

yeah, I remember this beginning. It also kinda reminds me of Strangers From Hell when Moonjo killed the journalist in the car and then called the cops pretending to have stumbled upon the dead body and also made a show of being very affected.

I don’t remember Choi So Jung much, does she die too? Actually something’s unearthing in my memory, I think she gets caught by him and the brother chases down the killer guy while searching for her. I’m kinda remembering the brother hitting him with a chair across the back of the head or something

omg the terrible female boss is the same actress as Jongwoo’s girlfriend’s terrible boss in Strangers From Hell lol is she typecast?

ah these fucking weirdo creepy men die die die! once again, part of the horror is the workplace and its people 

well, at least the mother’s boss gives her the payment she deserves rather than tricking her

Tech: A sensor in the car to show what’s coming from behind and how close it is

ah when he runs behind So Jung at 19:40 and we can hear his footsteps and breathing until he disappears from the frame and then it’s just white noise while the camera focuses on the mother because she can’t hear anything while he’s tryna maim So Jung 

when she’s tryna open the parking lot door and she can’t hear that it’s making squeaking noises but it gives her away to him ah

oh i fucking forgot bout him pretending to be So Jung’s brother to trick our main character and her mom bc he had the mask on while chasing her and he changed his clothes agh fucker

the cops expecting to be understood while speaking but being like well we can’t understand sign *shrug*

lol once again just like Strangers From Hell, they’re at the police station but the cops don’t fucking know that the killer is the killer

ah shit so the fucker’s looking at Kyung-Mi’s statement or whatever to get her address?

The mom has really good instincts, she knew that there was something off about the killer from the beginning 

wtf the murderer so stupid he really doing this at the police station but then again the cops are even more brainless bc there’s another hour of the movie left el oh el

dumbass cops really just let the murderer go lol happy to not have to investigate cuz he was like ‘let’s not make a big deal of it’ and the cop was like ‘oh really? thank you!’ 

Tech: lights and the little toy playing cymbals whenever there’s lights sound around the house

it’s cool when all the lights are going off and on around the house and we can’t hear anything for so long as Kyung Mi tries to find what’s happening until we see the killer has turned on some sort of alarm so that the lights can’t properly track sound

not her putting her head against the door like girl?

she’s texting the man which is fine to call for backup but why not the cops? Edit: Is it cuz she can’t talk when she called 911? Is there no service where you don’t have to speak?

there’s some stupidity of the characters like any thriller/horror of course

ah rip the man’s gonna leave her to find his sis? oof dumbassery

man the scene of Kyung Mi asking the public for help but everybody being afraid bc of her knife + erratic behaviour + probably her not speaking, and then the fucker stopping that man from calling the cops with ‘she’s my sister’ is so ahhhhhhhhh!!!! D: every time

oh these stupid stupid cops - literally forcibly bringing her to him with no proof that he actually is her sister or that he has authority over her or any concern that literally handing her to him like an object might not be the best idea even if he was her guardian/caretaker whatever considering she’s so against it. not to mention they both have blood on them

the part of him literally looming over her in this crowd and with the theat of death is insane. it’s in crowded public place and yet. reminds me of why I partly love the Strangers From Home restaurant scene - only Jongwoo and Moonjo really know what’s happening and what Moonjo’s capable of even though there are so many people around them who have a different idea of what’s going on

oh lol the memory wasn’t of the brother hitting the killer on the back of the head but the other way around. dumbassery, just catching up while with his back to the killer who’s supposed to be knocked out

I did remember this part quite clearly of her stabbing herself to make it seem like he did it, though I didn’t remember the cops actually shooting the killer to death oof

This was good but like most thriller/horror shows like this, suffered from character dumbassery or frustrations sometimes but generally was good. I liked it though, esp since the main character and her mom were deaf/HoH and they had access to some technology to help their day-to-day life but also showed the shortcomings of society, especially of the police force when it came to communicating. 

I liked the use of sound and how we also sometimes couldn’t hear things that the main character wouldn’t hear. I also enjoyed finding parallels between Strangers From Hell and Midnight.

Rating: 6.5/10 - still the same as before

[choppedearthquakecheesecake]

What are morals?

We made them, didn't we?

Our morals are made so that others can feel comfortable. How would you feel if a random person on the street didn't mind killing you? Like it was nothing but a normal conversation about the weather.

They are all for selfish reasons

Our morals. Be kind so you wouldn't hurt people's feelings. Be accepting of others, so they wouldn't feel left out even if you don't want to associate with them. Put others before yourself, so that they may benefit by your generous attitude

Good labels to have, like kindness, thoughtfulness, empathy, forgiveness, are all to benefit the person in front of you. Not yourself

Why do you think so many people drop you after you stop being a people pleaser?

Why do you think we feel the need to antagonize someone?

The answer? To make ourselves feel better. Simple. We hate to see qualities in others that we recognise in ourselves and see as 'bad' so that they don't hurt our ego. The blazing need to feel stronger

Everything, and anything in today's society, in every aspect of our being, is to benefit us as as a whole. To be kind to our ego, to our hidden want to be better, to make us feel like we are worth something again

Being kind to people is just to make them feel better. Not yourselves. And that's our morals. The very begining of your thoughts. The very essence of your every day decisions. Because you would rather put somebody else's well being above your own, rather then think if you are the one that actually needs to receive the same kindness. Forgive yours enemies? Because they've made a mistake and don't want to live trough with the consequences

Murder tho? It makes us feel alive, like so many killers have spoken before. We read about them, watch them take a big part in our daily lives trough the media.

Feels good doesn't it?

The thought of holding somebody else's life at the palm of your hand, the mind clouding power of having control over a completely different being other than you. But, it wouldn't benefit the said being, would it? Not a her, nor a him or they, an it. We operate off of fear. Not being seen, of being an outcast, of not being the center of attention, of being rejected, of uncertainty, of betrayal, of being hurt. Killing goes against all of that, right? It's in the very essence of our fears, of feeling somebody control you in that very moment. Makes you think- do I really deserve this? Is this how It end? I don't want to die. I'm scared. Can somebody even help me?

Yet, our morals are what's stopping it

A random person on the street. Can you imagine? Wandering on with your day in fear of who could be the next one that kills you? What would happen, if our darkest fears were put into the spotlight?

Look around you. Everything you see, was made to benefit you. To make life easier, more comfortable than it would be otherwise. Same things to protect us from our greatest fears, like drowning or height. Safety webs. Lifeguards. Better tasting food? To bring a sense of comfort or belonging. We crave comfort in our everyday broken-like state, just to feel warm. It's in our very nature, at the very fundamental level of our instincts

So I shall ask again, what are morals?

[calzonekestis]

So Joe has been feeding us so well with his exit interviews, but I love love love…

That while he was like “yes, Eddie had a crush on Chrissy. It made sense to play it that way.”

He made sure to note that… that wasn’t what the concert was about? Like we all clutch our chests and cry at. “Chrissy, this is for you.”

We’re human, how can we not?

Joe was very clear to say though that the concert wasn’t about how Eddie felt about her.

It was about honoring and avenging her. A recognition of who she was, who she truly was, and what her life meant.

It about Chrissy.

Not about him, and his feelings for her. Just her.

And I think that’s a big thing to note, especially how it separates him from Jason?

Jason is doing all he is because he lost Chrissy. Because he lost Chrissy, or Chrissy as he knew her… and it’s clear he didn’t actually know her that well at all.

His vigilante crusade isn’t about bringing her killer to justice so much as it is a way for him to cope with his own anger and grief. It’s less about her, and more about him. Her, strictly in relation to him.

It sucks that she was killed to further both their character arcs, but. At least with Eddie, while he feels guilt and shame over her death… he mourns her in a less selfish way?

Her memory and his experience with her makes him want to be better.

Meanwhile, Jason’s perception of Chrissy… the one she presented, who was hiding so much pain and trauma behind her smile and who felt like she couldn’t come to him about it…

He’d say she inspired him. To do what, exactly? Threaten to torture Eddie’s bandmates for information? Pursue vigilante justice, and interfere with a police investigation? Terrorize Black children?

If Chrissy was around to hear that she “inspired” him to do all that, that he did it in her name… she’d be horrified and disgusted.

I don’t think she’d feel that way about Eddie’s solo or sacrifice tbh. People can be upset about the death, but not only was he protecting Dustin… he was luring those bats away from the gate. Cause if they got out in Hawkins, started spreading and multiplying? That’d have been no bueno.

People say Eddie’s death was stupid and all about his ego and pride. It wasn’t. Go back and watch. He lost Chrissy. There was a lot he didn’t get to say to her.

He didn’t lose Dustin. He made sure to make sure the kid knew what he meant to him.

Eddie didn’t die to satisfy his own ego, or even to save just Dustin. He did it, like Dustin told Wayne… for the entire town. A town that thought the worst of him.

TLDR Chrissy Cunningham inspired Eddie Munson to be a big damn hero. She inspired Jason to be a colossal douchebag.

Eddie did have feelings for her, yes, but he mourned her as a person and the loss of that person.

Jason mourned her as his “perfect” girlfriend and mourned the loss of that “perfect” girlfriend.

Jason didn’t have any idea what was going on with her, and she felt like she couldn’t tell him.

Eddie noticed something was off right away, and rather than make her feel bad for feeling bad… he tried to make her not feel bad. He was a doofus.

He intentionally was a doofus with a girl he liked, just so she’d feel safer.

It wasn’t even so that she’d realize he meant her no harm, and that he wasn’t mean and scary.

He initially thought it was it, but when she asks him not to go? He pauses. Considers her.

Ok, so it’s not him, but something’s got her freaked. He doesn’t know what, but he can try to make her smile. So he does that.

While he does flirt, his intentions aren’t “I’mma put the moves on Chrissy” - they’re “this person seems very vulnerable and scared right now, even if it’s not about Me, I’m going to do what I can to make them less scared.”

Like how he looks after the little sheep. He sees someone scared, out of sorts, he wants to help them.

Make them feel safe, like everything is going to be ok.

Eddie Munson literally can’t help himself. He sees someone who is scared and feels anxious and out of sorts, and he swoops in to make them laugh and feel like things are going to be ok.

Like they’re safe.

The Golden Retriever energy is off the charts.

Again like I’m sure this man could be a talented musician professionally or a record store owner, but I could absolutely picture him as a social worker that specializes in working with kids.

Kids who maybe didn’t grow up with much money, who came from broken homes. Who struggle with anxiety. Turn to crime. Drugs. Like. He is… that would have been so perfect for him.

They’re angry and resentful at the world, scared and insecure. He would listen, not invalidate their experiences and emotions… try to help them. They’d expect some guy in a suit or a stereotypical youth pastor type (think a Jason Carver) and instead they get this Freak. Who doesn’t belittle them, or talk down or look down on them.

God, homeboy could have lived as he died… caring about the well-being of his fellow man.

[looooooooomis]

FINAL GIRL | FIVE

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   five  |  t h e  c a b i n (part I)

masterlist here

pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count:  5.6k (I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY) warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!)

A/N: after 8 months of MIA, SHE’S BACK BABY!!! this is part 1 of 2 of our fav couple being at the cabin x next chapter will have soft moments I promise lmao 

You should have been paying more attention.

If you’d been paying more attention, you wouldn’t have had five sets of eyes currently watching your every move, waiting for an answer you didn’t have. Why had you thought it was a good idea to stay up as late as you had packing your overnight bag for the cabin? If you had gone to bed at a reasonable hour, you wouldn’t have been as braindead as you currently were and, if you hadn’t been braindead, you wouldn’t have wound up in whatever ring of hell you were currently stuck in as your friends stared at you as though you’d grown a second head.

You pleaded with your tongue to say anything, pleaded for your brain to register a decent enough lie to make this uncomfortable silence end but nothing came out of your mouth. Only a pathetic hum and a gusto of forced laughter.

You wanted to die.

It should have been an easy enough answer to what was an even easier question. One that you’d practiced answering for the last two days and yet, as the moment for the lie came and went, you were left scrambling like a fucking moron.

You didn’t dare look at Billy as Sid curled into his side knowing if you managed to catch his coffee-coloured stare, you’d only be met with something between terror and amusement as you royally shit the bed. So, instead, you did the next best thing. You replayed the question over and over again in your head until you were driven mad.

‘Are you up for a movie this weekend?’

It was a simple enough question, one you’d managed to decline easily enough but, as Tatum frowned and asked the one question you were expecting to hear, your mind went blank.

‘Why? What are you doing?’

The answer you were supposed to say: I have to babysit my cousin in Santa Rosa all weekend. The answer they got? Silence. Pure, awkward as fuck, silence.

“Earth to Y/N,” Tatum laughed, brows furrowing. “Are you alive?”

“Sorry,” you huffed out a quiet laugh and shook your head, “I barely slept last night, I’m braindead.”

While it wasn’t a lie, you were still on edge. You’d think after months of sneaking around with the asshole sitting in front of you that you would have chilled out a little more but not today. Maybe it was the nerves of a full weekend away with Billy Loomis as his girlfriend hosted a fucking movie night sans her boyfriend and best friend – but something was making you stumble over what should have been second nature to you.

“You feeling okay?” Sid, the angel she was, asked with a small frown. Your stomach twisted in the familiar way it always did when your sweet friend showed concern. Concern which you most definitely didn’t deserve. “You seem…off.”

It would have been so easy to confess your dark little twisted affair with Billy right then and there. To just open your mouth and let the truth of everything you’d been doing behind her back play out. But you knew it would break her heart and, more than that, you were a fucking coward.

“I’m fine, Sid,” you smacked on a small smile and leaned into your locker. You had one more class until you were home free. Free of your friends’ inquiring eyes, free of Biology, free of Woodsboro. If you managed to get through this incredibly uncomfortable moment. “And I would if I could, trust me. I have to babysit my little cousin in Santa Rosa.” You feigned disappointment with a small frown. You could see Stu’s lips tug up in mild amusement out of the corner of your eye. “She’s nine, so if I don’t come back on Monday, know that she annoyed me to death.”

Randy scoffed and casually threw his arm around your neck. “Every day I’m thankful I don’t have any snot-nosed kids in my family. Losing my weekend to babysit? I’d rather rot.”

Despite your guilt, you managed a small smile as you looked across at him. “I think the kid would rather you rot, too. You’d be a terrible babysitter.”

“She’s right,” Tatum smirked, “you’d show the kid one of your weirdo movies where a girl with big tits is running helplessly away from her killer. It’d scar the kid for life.”

“Or,” Randy mused, “prepare them for the real world. Put some hair on their chest and all that shit.”

“Furthering my point, Meeks, you’d be a shit babysitter.” You laughed. “But, yeah, I’ll be suffering at the hands of a nine-year-old, so you guys have fun without me.”

“How about you, lover boy?” Tatum asked, looking across at Billy. “Will you be joining us this weekend?”

You should have averted your eyes. Should have done anything besides wait, with bated breath, to see what Billy would say. Slowly, those brown eyes tapered over towards you just briefly before looking at Tatum. With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Billy shook his head and leaned into Sid. “Can’t,” he merely said, “I’m going up north with my dad. He wants to get some of his affairs in order or something, I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair. “All I know is I was promised free beer if I helped him. So, I’m helping him.”

If Sid caught onto his lie, her face didn’t betray her once. And, as she looked up at her boyfriend with doting eyes, you couldn’t help but feel that pang of shame slice into your gut once again. She believed him. She always believed him. Believed you. Regardless of how good it felt to have Billy, that shame of knowing just who it was unwittingly hurting in the process never dissipated.

“You sure you guys won’t need help?” Sid asked, further digging that knife of shame into your chest. “Besides this movie, I’ve got nothing else going on this weekend.”

“Real nice,” Randy teased. “She’d rather watch Billy’s dad punch away at a fucking calculator then sit down with her nearest and dearest.”

Billy ignored Randy entirely as he glanced down at the brunette. “I’m sure,” he affirmed, giving her a quick squeeze. “Enjoy the movie night. I’ll be there for the next one.”

He lied so effortlessly, so casually, that it should have unnerved you. But it didn’t. Because for as good of a liar Billy Loomis was, you were right here with him. This dangerous little game the two of you were playing was becoming second nature to you and for as much as it pained you to see Sidney get lied to, you couldn’t help yourself.

You loved Billy. Billy loved you. Right person, wrong time. Only rather than wait like you knew you should have, Billy’s glow was much too enthralling to miss. You were both moths to each other’s’ flames and no amount of guilt or shame was strong enough to outweigh the otherworldly affliction the two of you had for one another.

The bell signifying your final class rung out, snapping you out of your brief reverie as you blinked and focused on pushing Randy off of you. “Want to drive me to the bus station?” You asked him. “I don’t want to drive all the way to Santa Rosa, so I bought a bus ticket.”

“Tonight?” Randy considered it briefly before shrugging. “Sure, I guess. I’ve got a shift tonight at seven, though. When’s your bus leave?”

“Six thirty,” you lied, mainly doing this so that should anyone drive by your house this weekend and see your car still neatly parked in your driveway, they wouldn’t bat an eye. “I owe you.”

“Yeah, you do,” Randy agreed. “And, lucky for you, I accept a lot of different payment options.” He wriggled his brows, earning a playful smack from you and an annoyed glare from Billy. Thankfully, Randy didn’t catch onto the latter. “Pick you up at six?”

You nodded. “Perfect.”

With your eyes flickering to Billy’s once more, you managed to shoot everyone a quick smile before disappearing down the hall towards Biology. Just how you’d managed to dance your way out of what could have been an incredibly awkward moment, you didn’t know. But as you felt that weighty stare of Billy’s on your back as you walked away, there was an air of excitement that swallowed you whole.

No matter how much guilt you felt, no matter how sick it made you to see Sidney get hurt, even if she didn’t quite know about just yet, there was a much larger part of you that couldn’t wait to get Billy alone.

Because for the first time in the seven months since you’d started this torrid little affair, you were finally getting Billy all to yourself. No prying eyes, no secret kisses, no having to hide every part of your relationship with the man. None of that.

This weekend, it was you and it was Billy.

And you couldn’t fucking wait.

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Randy, being the superstar he was, had dropped you off at the station a little after six-fifteen and by six-thirty-two, just around the time the actual bus was leaving for Santa Rosa, you were scrambling into Billy’s car with a wild grin on your face.

Just how the pair of you had managed to pull it off, especially given your brain lapse earlier in the day, was beyond you. But, as Billy tore off down the main street leading to the freeway, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom engulf you the farther and farther you got from town.

It was exhilarating.

And, as you glanced at Billy, who couldn’t have looked more like a movie star with his dark locks blowing with the wind cascading in through his open window, you couldn’t help but reach across the divide to gently squeeze his jean-clad thigh.

“Thank you,” you found yourself muttering and as those brown eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but grin. “For your stupid key proposal. In hindsight, it was very sweet.”

The dimple in Billy’s cheek deepened as his own grin grew. “Glad you let me steal you away?”

You loosened your seatbelt momentarily and leaned across to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Very glad.” You made a move to pull away but stopped when he gently grabbed your chin with the hand not holding the wheel. “What—”

The kiss, while dangerously stupid, was short and sweet but the emotion behind it, the genuine happiness that exuded out of Billy in those few seconds was palpable. “I really do fucking love you, you know that?”

“You’ve mentioned it,” you hummed and slinked back into your seat. When his large hand found your thigh, he gave it a firm squeeze that sent shockwaves throughout your whole body.

“Not going to say it back?” He teased, giving you a sidelong glance as he drew nearer to the freeway.

“I’d rather show it.” Rather than put your seatbelt back on, you shimmed in your seat and leaned into him as your fingers scraped along his thighs towards the button of his jeans. “Eyes on the road, Loomis.”

Easier said than done, Billy thought, torn between watching the road and watching you unzip his jeans. Raising his ass out of the seat just long enough to allow you to tug his pants down his thighs, the second Billy saw yours eyes light up as his now somewhat erect cock sprung free of his jeans, keeping his eyes on the road seemed impossible. But, the second he saw that pretty mouth of yours perk up in anticipation, it was game over. “Are you trying to get us killed?”

A low chuckle escaped your lips as you began to pump his length with your hand. “Focus on the road, Billy.”

“You say that like it’s easy.” Not being able to keep his hands off of you, he reached for your nipple and gave it a pinch through your shirt. “Take your shirt off, baby.”

��Shut up and drive.” You chided him, shimming in your seat so that you were on your knees leaning over the console. His cock was rock hard now and, as you ran your tongue alongside his length, from the base of it all the way up to coax your tongue along the precum that had gathered along his head, you felt him shiver beneath you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, tangling his fingers through your hair. You were too fucking good with that mouth of yours.

Still pumping the base of his cock with one hand, you swirled your tongue along the tip of his dick again before taking that perfectly girthy cock in your mouth. His grip tightened on your hair and your eyes watered as he pushed your head down to fully take the length of him inside of your mouth. He heard you gag on him but even as his grip eased up, you continued your pursuit of deepthroating him.

His breathing was shallow as he felt your hot mouth all over him. Between the sounds of your wet mouth taking him in and the occasional gag as you choked on his length, Billy was in heaven.

But having you this close as you fucked him with your mouth whilst still fully clothed was killing him. He needed to feel you. He wanted to feel your juices on his fingers and running down those perfect fucking thighs as he fingerfucked you. He wanted to hear you moan, feel you moan on his cock as he made you feel as good as you were making him feel.

He wanted all of you, needed all of you.  

Trying his damnedest not to shut his eyes as your mouth brought him closer to the edge, he reached beneath you to work on your own zipper but when that proved to be impossible, a frustrated growl tore out of his lips. “Undo your pants.” He hissed through bared teeth.

You hummed against his dick which nearly sent him into the other land of traffic. “No,” you purred, “I want to make you feel good.”

With one hand on the wheel and the other now gliding up and down your back as you fucked him with your mouth, Billy couldn’t help but buck into your mouth as you began to massage his balls. He was going to bust and soon if he wasn’t careful.

You were too fucking good and he was too fucking in love with you not to get lost in the way you made him feel.

“Touch yourself, at least,” he breathed out, desperate to see that pretty cunt. “Please, baby.”

Not granting him the satisfaction, you simply dug your nails into his thighs and moaned onto his cock and the sensation of it alone was almost enough to make him come down your throat. It seemed to slither around his cock, making him twitch and buck into your mouth.

But it was the second you moaned out his name as you swirled your wet mouth along the head of his dick one final time, swallowing back his precum with a contented hum, that Billy blew his loud inside of your mouth.

For a good five seconds, he didn’t care if he crashed the goddamn car as he watched you swallow his seed. He was bucking into your mouth, his breathing was ragged, as you guzzled him back and, as you finally released his cock with a pop, Billy almost lost it.

With a devilish grin, you simply wiped a finger along the edge of your lips and leaned back into your seat with a satisfied glimmer in your eyes. You knew you’d be in for it once he got his hands on you at the cabin, but for now, as you watched him lamely try and pull his jeans up his body to cover his slowly softening cock, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s the matter, Billy?” You teased, fastening your seatbelt back up. “You look a little rattled.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he simpered, not bothering with the zipper or button of his jeans. Instead, he reached across the divide and grabbed for your hand as he ghosted his lips across your knuckles. “Just wait until we get to the cabin.”

With your suspicions confirmed, you couldn’t help but beam across at him as you drove further and further away from Woodsboro. That was definitely a threat and good god were you excited for its execution.

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By the time you’d pulled into the Loomis family cabin, it was pitch black outside.

The moon was too high in the sky and only a sliver of its light poked through the tall pine trees that surrounded the small house but, even with the low light surrounding you, the shadows that danced along the lake was enough to bring out a small smile as you quietly made your way out of the car. You didn’t need full sun to see the beauty surrounding you and the smell of the fresh air mixed with the spice of pine made any ounce of nerves filter out of you.

You were happy.

Unreservedly so.

Glancing across the roof towards Billy, he seemed almost distracted as he looked around at the familiar surroundings. You couldn’t quite tell if he was feeling as happy as you were in those brief moments, but you couldn’t quite blame him for that. The cabin held a lot of memories within it, many of which you knew included his mother. Where you felt freed and excited, you could tell the weight of his current whereabouts was heavy on his shoulders.

“Hey,” you muttered, slicing into the quietude around you. Walking around the front of the car, those brown eyes found yours as you circled your arms around his middle. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he assured, but his voice was low and distant. All the same, however, his strong arms enveloped you as he kissed your hairline. “Lost in a memory, I guess.”

You nodded into the crook of his neck but said nothing. He needed time to decompress, to familiarize himself with a house he hadn’t been in since his mother left. So, you’d give him that time.

For what must have been minutes, the two of you simply stood at the helm of porch holding onto one another. It wasn’t until Billy placed another quick kiss to your forehead that you felt his arms slowly fall only to grasp your hand in his own. “Come on,” he hummed. His grip on your hand was firm as he walked up the steps leading to the wrap around porch and as he stuck the key inside of the lock and opened the front door, the smell of cedar surrounded you.

The cabin was gorgeous. Wooden slats covered every square inch of the small house and a small fireplace sat at the front of the house with a worn-in couch and chair facing it. It was obvious nobody had come to visit for quite some time judging by the dust lining most of the countertops and shelving units, but you didn’t care.

To you, it was perfect.

Your own little oasis with the boy you loved without any sort of outside interruption.

You released his hand to take a brief look around the small living space but you could feel his eyes on you with every step you took. You knew he was looking to get even with you after your little stunt in the car, but you also knew that he hadn’t quite been expecting the swell of emotions to hit him upon driving up to the cabin. So, you continued to wander around the cabin to both grant him the space he may or may not have needed and, simply, to snoop around.

There were family pictures lining the tables and one in particular made you smile as you caught sight of a young Billy swinging from a tire swing. With a quiet laugh, you picked the frame up and surveyed it with a fond smile on your lips. “Cute,” you remarked, looking across to catch his stare. “A little model, eh?”

Billy watched you carefully place the frame down on the table before continuing on with your self-guided tour. No matter how hard he tried, regardless of the bittersweet memories swirling around inside of his brain, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Not that he ever really could, but there was an ease rolling off of you tonight, coming off of you in waves, that drew him in.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week, you know that?” He remarked, leaning against the back of the couch as he watched you pick up another picture frame. “Just me and you. Out here alone in the woods for an entire weekend.”

“Sounds like a scary movie when you put it that way,” you goaded with a wink. “Or a really niche porno.”

“Why not a bit of both?” His molasses coloured eyes glimmered mischievously as you walked up to him and stepped between his legs. The second you were close, he pulled you flush against his chest and kissed the tip of your nose as he pushed your hair back and away from your face. “Both could be fun.”

You grinned. “I’m down for anything,” you shrugged. “So long as you promise to take me on an actual date tomorrow. We’re not just fucking like bunnies inside of the cabin all weekend.”

“Heaven forbid,” he leaned in and gave you a slow, torturous kiss.

“I’m serious, Billy,” you moaned.

Pulling away from your mouth, Billy nudged his nose against yours and nodded. “The entire population in Bumfuck, California will know you’re my girl by the end of the weekend,” he avowed, skimming his hands down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze. “I promise.”

“Oh, yeah?” You hummed, kissing him again.

His calloused hands slipped beneath your shirt and scraped up your side. “Yeah.” Digging his hips into yours, he gave you one last kiss before nodding towards the bedroom. “Take your clothes off.”

You giggled as he slapped your ass to steer you down the narrow hallway. “And if I don’t?”

“I’ll rip them off of you,” he simply said, “so either they remain in one piece or I ruin your outfit.”

You glanced down at your jeans and tank before frowning. You looked cute tonight and you’d be damned if the bastard ripped them. So, being the good girl you were, you held his stare and slowly slinked out of your clothes. His eyes seemed so much darker as he watched you strip and the small smirk he wore slowly fell into a hungry thin line as you then perched yourself on the edge of the bed, completely nude.

“You just going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to do something about this?” You slipped your fingers between your thighs and ran your fingers along your swollen clit. A low moan slipped out of your lips at the sensation. “I’m already so wet for you, Billy.”

Slowly, Billy stepped towards you and undid his belt. Leaning down, he kissed you, hard, and steered you backwards on the bed beneath you until your head reached the soft pillows. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans but rather than grant himself any sort of reprieve, you watched him gently grasp your hands and raise them above your head only to wrap his belt around your wrists.

In the blink of an eye, you were tied to the bedposts.

“Is this payback for the car blowie?” You laughed, looking up at your restrained wrists. “If it is, I can’t say I’m mad about it.”

“You wanted something between a horror movie and a niche porno, remember?” He hummed against your skin, placing sloppy kisses along the vein that ran along your neck as he pinched your nipple. “God, you’re fucking perfect. You know that?”

He bit down on your collarbone, kissing his way down your chest until his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple. You could feel his teeth slither along your breast as his tongue lapped expertly on the sensitive bud. You hissed, arching into his mouth as your wrists, on instinct, fought for freedom. “Hardly.”

His eyes met yours as he slowly released your nipple. You were in nothing, of course, but he was still fully clothed, and you hated him for it. You hungrily eyed the bulge in his jeans as he propped himself up on his arm, letting his other hand glide up your chest and neck until it cupped your cheek. His nose brushed against yours, nudging it up to allow his lips to hover just over yours. Close enough that you could almost taste them, but much too far away to satisfy the hunger you had for the man.

“I love you,” he whispered, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek as his warm, brown eyes swallowed you up. “You know that, right?”

“Yes,” you swallowed hard and tilted your head up just enough to finally catch his lips. But, just as quickly as it happened, the man pulled away and let his hand begin to roam down your body. His mouth was at your ear now, nibbling at your earlobe as his hot breath slithered against your neck. You shivered. “I love you, too.”

His voice was gruff in your ear. “I’d kill for you,” his hand continued its journey down your throat, brushing past your nipple, down the length of your stomach until reaching the small smattering of hair along your mound. He was careful to keep his hands from dipping any lower, tormenting you as best to his ability, which just about killed you, if you were being honest. “You know that?”

Bucking your hips up, you nearly growled at the lack of attention you were receiving. You were soaked and touch-starved for him. His fingers, his mouth, the erection currently poking into your thigh, anything. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” you managed a quiet laugh. “But I appreciate it.”

His teeth bit down on your neck again. “But, I would. I’d do anything for you, sweetheart.”

His hand slipped further down to your sopping cunt and as he slowly slipped his fingers through your wet folds, the moan he got in return nearly killed him. “Billy,” you whispered desperately. It felt as though you were going to die if you didn’t feel him inside of you. “Please.”

His lips hovered over yours and on instinct, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and bucked your hips against his hand. He snarled as you bit down on his lip but as the metallic taste of blood met his tongue, it was as though Billy was transcending. His pace on your clit quickened but it was still too slow for you and he knew it. He was torturing you, killing you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Struggling against the belt, your struggle was all for naught as it didn’t so much as move an inch.

“You’d love me, no matter what, right?” He asked, slipping one of his fingers inside of you as he kissed his way down to your chest. Lapping at your nipple, Billy was gentle at first before biting down hard enough to draw blood. Tit for Tat.

“Yes,” you moaned. Your entire body was on fire as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. “But I’d love you even more if you fucked me. You’re killing me, Loomis.”

Licking up the small trail of blood off of your tits, Billy hummed against your nipple and added another finger inside of your pussy. He’d fuck you soon but right now, he needed to feel your entire body light up the way it always had when he drove you into that fit of madness. You were a woman unhinged in the bedroom, he knew as much, and he knew exactly how to get that animal inside of you out.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he admired, reaching his hand up to coat your tit in your own slick. When it was sufficiently wet, he licked your juices off of your breast and growled. God, you tasted so fucking good. “You’re my girl, Y/N, you’re always going to be my girl, right?”

You looked up at him as those words fell from his lips. His brown hair hung down his forehead, his neck red from the strain of having to watch you writhe beneath him without doing a damned thing about it. But what struck you was the look of vulnerability in those brown eyes. That longing, far-away look as his eyes searched yours.

He wanted nothing more than to hear you say that you wanted him. Needed him. Just as much as he needed you.

“Always,” the answer tumbled out of your lips before you so much as thought twice. “I’m your girl, Billy.”

His mouth caught yours in a bruising kiss. Finally, his pace quickened inside of you as met your throbbing core with his dept fingers. With his thumb circling your clit, he dipped two fingers inside of you and grinned against your mouth as you let out a low, desperate moan.

It happened so fast after that. One moment, you were the one tied up on the bed and the next, he’d released you, stripped himself naked, and managed to flip you over so that you were the one on top of him, straddling his waist. Pulling away from you mouth, Billy’s eyes darkened as he saw that familiar glimmer in your eyes. That animalistic side of you was out in full force now.

“Get up here.” He demanded.

You smirked and leaned across him so that your lips hovered over his. “Why would I want to do that?”

He leaned up, the veins in his neck swelled against his neck as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. “Get. Up. Here.”

Releasing your lip, Billy watched you smirk and crawl up the remainder of his body until your pussy was less than an inch away from his mouth. Grabbing onto the metal of the headboard you’d just been tied up to, you gasped as Billy’s tongue slid into your folds. Finding your clit instantly, you moaned and allowed your eyes to fall shut as you reached down to play with your hardened nipples.

Fuck, what Billy could do with his mouth should have been illegal.

He sucked and lapped at your clit as you rocked back and forth against his mouth. His fingers dug into your hips, so much so that you knew there would be bruises in the morning but, blinded by the pleasure between your thighs, you couldn’t care less.  

The moans that were coming out of you were raw and guttural and, as you played with your own tits, envisioning his hands being the ones to squeeze and nip on the swollen buds of your nipples, you saw stars.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, “Billy, baby, fuck.”

He pulled your hips further down so that you were sitting on his face. Not just hovering but sitting on that perfect mouth of his as he held you in place. You knew it must have been hard for him to breathe but he was adamant and as his tongue continued its assault on your throbbing cunt, you came devastatingly hard and incredibly loud.

Stars danced behind your eyes as you continued to ride out your orgasm. When you couldn’t take another second of Billy’s skilled tongue, you climbed off of him only to feel his large hands take hold of your hips again.

Swinging you around so that you were on your back and he was the one hovering over you, Billy wasted no time in slipping his rock-hard erection into your soaking pussy.

He was thrusting hard and the sounds of your juices squelching with every thrust of his cock would have been off-putting if it hadn’t been for the raw, primal need coursing off of the pair of you in waves. He was kissing your lips and biting them and suckling your neck as he continued to rail into you with all of passion in the world. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this riled up and you had to admit it was inherently sexy seeing him so affected by you.

Not surprising in the least, it didn’t take him long to come. You’d riled him up to the point of no return in the car and, as you felt him come inside of you, you all but laughed when he dramatically crashed on the bed beside you.

Sweat glistened over every inch of body and the sheen of your juices was still on his lips as he kissed you. This kiss was slow, methodical. Sweet. And you felt yourself fall even harder for the man as he broke the kiss and gently brushed your hair away from your now damp forehead.

Wrapping one arm around your chest, Billy held you against him as he propped himself against the headboard. You were both naked and sweating and while a shower was something you both definitely needed, neither of you found yourselves all too willing to move out of the other’s embrace.

“Is it hard being back here?” You asked, listening to his heart beating in his chest.

“For a second, maybe,” he admitted, soothing your hair down. “Not now.”

“What’s changed?” You asked with a small smile. “The sex was that good, huh?”

A quiet chuckle shook his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “I think horror meets niche porn is my new favourite genre.”

Kissing his naked chest, you grinned into his body. “Same.”