#chad gets the axe

[whatthegayle]

Screenlife horror movie recommendations!

Screenlife is when a movie primarily takes place on a screen (computer, phone, etc)

[classypauli]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

chapter 1

pairing: tara carpenter x fem!Reader

summary: Your and Tara’s “friendship” keeps going and unexpected pairing in school project gets you more closer than you both need.

tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, alcohol, party, curse words, mistakes

word count: 2.5k

You don’t like a lot of things, like early mornings, school, tomato soup, and slow people on stairs. But the thing you hate the most is the alarm clock. You are sure that you already have PTSD from it because everytime you hear it, your body wants to shut down. Like right now.

You whined as your ears were met with the most annoying sound on earth. After turning it off you turned your face deep into the pillow. For a couple of minutes, it stopped but you knew it would soon come back.

With a groan, your legs fell onto the cold floor. You don´t have many lessons today, just one but you still couldn´t convince your body to wake up.

Slowly doing your morning routine, grabbing things you need for your lesson and you left. As you were locking your apartment´s door you saw Tara by the elevator. Quickly putting your keys into the pocket of your jeans you started to make your way to her direction.

Every morning you and her were practically overruning to the elevator, making the other one behind to wait.

Your flats are high and the elevator is unfortunately just one. The only way to go down would be to go down the endless stairs or to swallow your dislike towards the Carpenter and go with her. And that´s exactly what you were going to do.

Sadly Tara saw you, and as you were halfway toward her the elevator door suddenly opened. This was her chance, her chance to pay back you from yesterday.

The next thing you saw was Tara quickly going to the elevator and sending you her most annoying grin you have ever seen through the elevator doors that were slowly closing right between your face.

You ran as fast as you could but your body was met with the tough metal doors. And the next thing you could hear was Tara´s echoing laugh.

„That little-“You let out a groan as you punched the closed elevator door.

Forget about the things that were said in the beginning, the thing you most hated was Tara Carpenter.

-

„Hey Y/N! Why so late?“

Chad asked you with a curious face. Everyone was now sitting by the cafeteria in your university. Every morning you would meet there and start your day together, then split up for lessons if you didn´t have them together.

Your eyes shot to the Carpenter who was sitting by the end of the table, far from you. She was smirking to herself, trying to hide her laugh. You knew and she knew too.

„Nothing serious Chad, just some morning issues.“ You let out as you sat opposite Chad. His twin sister looked trying to figure out the cause of it but as soon as your eyes met Tara´s she understood.

It bothers Mindy, she wants all of her close ones to get along. How come you can´t just bury the war axe and at least accept the presence of one another? If not for you then for your friends.

Mindy can´t imagine the situation of having to choose between the two of you. She doesn´t even want to think about it, the thought of splitting your group into two camps.

You have all been friends since the first years of school. You would share all your classes and after school, you came to each other's houses and played till your parents called. As you got older your hobbies and behavior changed but your friendship stayed the same. Only there was a little problem, you two.

The thing is, despite you both hate each other you are almost the same. Tara has a short temper and you have anger issues. Just a small tinke from you or her and the volcanic eruption is born.

So Mindy took the role of the mother of her two stubborn kids.

-

Days went by and everything was the same. You were feeling like a mummy this past week because of the schoolwork. You were working your ass off because of the finals and wanting to do as great as you could you needed to pay with your sleep.

Right now you are in civics class. You don´t hate it but you don´t like it either. It is somewhere in the middle. You took this class partly because your friends were there but also because it wasn´t so hard. Yeah you are an idiot. But hand on your heart, who has never done that?

Unfortunately one of the things the students needed to do to pass the class besides the final exam was a group project.

You didn´t like this kind of stuff, especially with someone you barely know but thank God this won’t be your case.

Sitting in a chair one hand was supporting your head and the other was playing with a pen in your hand, spinning it around. You were sitting alone in the back of the class. Mindy diagonally to your left with Chad beside her. Tara was diagonally on your right sitting also alone.

„And for the upcoming project, you will be making groups of two people. Each group will have a different topic and it will be up to you how you will elaborate on it and how you will split your work. The next thing-“

You moved your eyes to Mindy but her back was towards you. The girl was talking to her brother who was nodding at something she was saying. She wouldn´t do this to you, right? Mindy was your partner, your friend, and your only hope for this class.

The class bell rang and with that, you stood up and made your way to her. „Will you pair with me on this project?“ you asked, almost sure that she would say yes.

„Sorry Y/N I´m already with Chad.“ You kept looking at her with open eyes. Did your best friend just betray you? „But you can be with Tara.“

The both of you turned to the spot that was occupied by the brunette and your gazes met.

No no no no no.

-

Looking up at your roof with a softball in your hand, not paying attention to what going on but also praying it will end as soon as possible. You were currently lying on your back in your bed while throwing the ball against the ceiling.

Your teacher gave you not much time on your project despite how large it needs to be. Unfortunately, there was no other way other than to do it fast. For the sake of both.

„Human rights are fundamental rights and freedoms that all individuals are entitled to regardless of their nationality, ethnicity, religion, gender, or other factors. They are inherent to all human beings and-“ Tara stopped. „I won´t do this all just by myself.“ She said without turning her head toward you.

Since she came to your apartment you were just quiet, keeping yourself on a leash. Tara was sitting on the ground of your room with the books and notebook around her. You refused to let her use your game computer or your chair, not trusting her with it which she called you crazy.

„You know if you keep doing this it will take much longer.“

You sighed and sat up. You were pretty calm today, Tara was almost enjoying it, only almost. You took one of her books and started to look for something useful to put into your project.

Tara shook her head at your behavior and continued. „An individual rights end where the other individual rights begin-“

„Something you infringed a long time ago.“ You muttered under your breath, reacting to her words. The short girl took a deep breath in and out.

Dick.

„It can be affected in a way of violence or abuse, meaning of physical, emotional, psychological abuse-“

„Damn, they should lock you up.“ Again you let out softly barely noticeable.

„Can you shut up?!“

„You wanted me to help!“

„But not with being an absolute ass!“

You stood up from your bed and pointed your finger at her. „Listen here, little lady.“

„Oh yeah? Come on tell me.“ She stood up from the ground and made her way toward you. Your angry faces were just centimeters from one another and your hands were formed into fists. Her big brown eyes were staring right into yours with rage. How badly you just wanted to-

You were cut off by the doorbell of your apartment. Both of your faces turned from the way the sound came to each other again with a confused look. Tara pushed you by your shoulders.

„Go! It´s your house!“ she whispered yelling at you.

As you opened the door you were met with the faces of your friends. They wanted to laugh at how weird and at the same time cute it looked, how Tara was right behind you, trying to see who the new intruder was.

„What are you guys doing here?“ you asked inquisitive. Not like you didn´t want them here but it was unexpected.

„Ha! Look at them! They don´t even want us here!“ Chad laughed. „Were you two in the middle of something?“ he asked as he kept raising his eyebrows up and down.

You and Tara looked horrified at the thought of something similar. „What?!“ „No!“

„I didn´t even say what I meant!“

Mindy shook her head and punched her brother in the back of his head before coming into your apartment with the rest of the group. She had a feeling that your meeting about the school project wouldn´t end up like she wanted it to. That’s why she called Chad and Anika to your flat to hang out.

-

A couple of days now passed by and your focus on study was growing every day. It was not like you were good at it, you didn´t like studying but also you enjoyed learning about new topics that were interesting to you.

Your father called you, asking how you were. You plan to see him in some close time. You missed him. Since started university, he was left almost alone in your hometown. It was not like he was complaining about it, or at least he didn´t say anything about it, but you knew him.

The thought of visiting him unexpectedly made you excited and at least that was something that made you look for something. Not thinking about school only.

Your friendship with Tara was also changing, without your notice. You didn´t argue like you used to. Yeah, still there are times when you two jump into each other's hair, like every day, but not so often.

It´s like an unspoken task that has to be fulfilled. The day wouldn´t be complete if you didn´t fight at least once a day.

The only people that noticed the little changes were your friends. It was really fun for them. When Mindy told everyone about you they couldn´t believe it. So they started to observe and yeah, she was right.

There was still some bickering between you two but it just has to be there. That wouldn´t be you.

Right now you were standing at someone´s party. Your back towards the wall, cup in your hand just looking around the people in the room. You weren’t that much drunk, almost sober. Your friends were somewhere scattered around.

You came together but as the alcohol was coming down the throat more and more they went everyone on their own. You didn´t feel like babysitting your friends today.

The house also wasn´t that big, there were people from your university and they were adults so it wasn´t like something would happen to them.

You were talking with one of your friends from the class, Ethan. He was a good guy, he grew close to your heart.

Then you catch Chad lying on the couch with his drink in hand and something across his face. You squinted your eyes at him and started to come a little closer and as soon as you were beside him you broke into a fit of laughter.

„Oh my God Chad.“ You laughed at your friend who had barely opened their eyes. He saw you and smiled wide at you.

„Y/N! I´m so glad I see you.“

He had some signs drawn with markers across his face. He had big circles around his eyes like glasses and mustache. On his forehead was written, “Even a little wizard can do big magic“.

„How do you feel buddy?“ you tapped his shoulder as you were looking at him with a smile across your face. He was hilarious.

„I feel super great Y/N, will you drink with me?“ he asked as he sat up on a couch and was now trying to get some bottle of alcohol from the table.

„Nah I don´t think-“ You wanted to decline his offer but he cut you off.

„Please, just one.“ He gave you big puppy eyes and you sighed. Chad was one of the guys that when they were drunk they weren´t aggressive but affectionate. How could you say no to him?

After your shot with Chad, you saw Mindy coming to her brother to take him home. She didn´t forget to laugh at his face as she saw him.

In a moment you also saw Tara chatting with some guy. She was smiling up at him as he was flirting with her. You suddenly felt goosebumps running down your spine, you shook your body at the disgusting sigh.

You didn´t care about who was Tara with, it was her life and her body. She could do whatever she wanted. It just made you disgusted in some way. Maybe because she was in your friend group? You didn´t know.

You threw your cup into the trash can and left the party.

-

Tara was walking to her home. When she didn´t see anywhere her friends and was starting to get bored she also started to make her way home. The girl saw what state Chad was and she knew he wouldn´t be able to go home by himself. So that was minus Chad and Mindy with Anika. You were also there but she barely saw you so she figured you went also home.

As she was getting close to her apartment she was trying to find the key.

No. Please no.

She doesn´t have them. The brunette must forget them inside. When Tara was leaving her house Sam was still home getting ready for work, she closed the door behind her.

Tara breathed out the air from the lungs and slid down the door. Sam will surely kill her when she finds out. But what now? She can´t just sleep in a hallway. Maybe she could try to go in by the window-

Of course not, she isn´t in a movie and their apartment is high. That would be dangerous.

Her eyes fell on the apartment´s door beside her. She hated the idea, it would crush her ego and everything inside of her. Tara was already really embarrassed by the situation she put herself into. It couldn´t be worse, right?

With heavy steps and heart, she was making her way toward your door. She knocked a couple of times, it was late so it was a big possibility you were sleeping already.

Just when she wanted to go back to her door you opened it. Your hair was a bit messy and you were wearing a big white shirt with some pants. Big sleepy eyes of yours were staring at her, processing what was happening.

Tara´s words were stuck in her throat. Like she was caught doing something that was forbidden.

„Hey- I forgot my keys and- I just wanted to ask-“

The girl sighed, she didn´t know what to say. She already regretted her decision to knock on your door. This was so embarrassing.

„If you could sleep over.“ You ended her sentence with crossed arms across your chest.

Despite how you and Tara act towards each other you would never let her sleep somewhere. Maybe also because you appreciate Sam and you know how Sam loves and adores her little sister.

„Come in.“ You opened your door wider for her to come. Tara couldn´t believe you. Really? Just like that without any comebacks and mocking words? Maybe you were too sleepy for that.

You made your way to your room brought a pillow and blanked with some of your clothes that are already small on you. You threw it on a couch and gave the clothes to Tara. „Here, you can change into this.“ Was this even you?

„And you will sleep on a couch. Don’t bother me.“

Yes, it was you.

[rockpapertheodore]

Stop giving your fantasy heroes swords challenge

Swords are for dipshits with more dollars than sense, real chad warriors have spears and axes

Spears: probably the oldest weapon humans ever developed that took more effort than just picking up a rock or swinging a branch as a club. Spears are the most venerated and effective weapon in history, used by every culture across the world with very little - if any! - exception. Medium-to-long reach means wider defensive area, ability to change hand position on shaft means you can adjust tip distance for opponents closer or farther away. Fast, maneuverable, throwable; reach for keeping people outside your personal bubble and can be used to just bludgeon people because a wooden pole bonks just as good as another wooden pole without the stabby bit; various styles of tips and blades that can be used to slash (not as effective but still very possible because blood drawn is blood spilled), more room for cool decorations as well as can be used to bear a banner or coat of arms. She does it all and she did it first. (They also twirl real cool)

Axes: PROBABLY THE SECOND OLDEST WEAPON DESIGN MORE ADVANCED THAN JUST PICKING UP A ROCK. Brutal, practical, utilitarian, the axe is excellent for that sweet sweet CHOP. The full force of your swing being focused into an area less than a millimeter wide and several inches long can cause SO MUCH DAMAGE, and if it's dulling mid-fight you still have a brutal tool that will break bone as indiscriminately as any other hunk of metal tied to a stick. They can be small and maneuverable, used with a shield or paired with another axe. They are the most effective way to just hack at an opponent's own shield, and - due to the fact that axes tend to have a much wider, shallower blade than, say, swords - they aren't as affected by the blunt force (with regards to dulling/damaging the actual edge of the blade) or as prone to getting stuck in the wood of the shield. Combat/fighting/war axes are definitely designed and sharpened differently from their wood-chopping brethren with regards to balance and the depth of the blade, but the guiding principle is the same. Chop chop chop chop chop.

Polearms: they're spearses. They're axes. They're both and they're neither. Pikes, glaives, halberds, bardiches, guisarmes, guandao, naginata, scythes, tridents, anything we took a blade or pointy metal and a long pole and ductaped together.

Swords are cool! They can be beautiful! However, they are race horses being used to work the fields: too expensive to maintain, not optimal for the purpose they're being used for, and too easy to irrepably damage if misused. Your opponents are wearing armor? You better hope you have a sword maneuverable enough to work into its weak points, because you're not hacking through that before you find yourself walking through golden fields of wheat. You only have one hand on your sword? Better hope somebody doesn't smack that long lever in your hands in such a way that it just gets knocked from your grasp.

This is the same post as every other Spears and Axes in Fantasy/Fiction post in existence, but I wrote this one and its mine amd im in a mood this morning apparently

[moistmailman]

Godfrey was such an amazing character in fromsoft lore.

Man was this absolute unit who loves battle. So much that Marika flat out had to nerf his ass by giving him a sentient phantom lion pelt to wear which keep his bloodlust under control. Any other character this would boost the their power but for Godfrey it nerfs him. He was too broken that this anime power up bullshit actually weakened him.

Not only that but the man was honorable as fuck. He didn’t even talk shit to the tarnished when they first met. He basically said “you fought well to get here. Stand tall, you will die with honor.”

But then the tarnish puts up an actual good fight so he decides to honor them more by going all out, killing Seroch (lion pelt’s name) before fighting you as Hoarah Loux. And how does he fight you? With his bare fist. His bare fists do more damage than the great axe he had. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that is? His fists are so powerful that he’s able to make erupting earthquakes that spew what appears to be lava. His roars actually knock the player back because they’re that powerful. He literally has 2 suplex moves that he can do to the player. One wasn’t enough. He needed two of them. His entire second phase is basically Mike Tyson on crack.

And then when you actually beat him, he actual congratulates the player because he flat out respects them. He feels no anger, or resentment. Just pure admiration that he was bested by such a great warrior like the tarnished. He even tells them that they are fit to wear the crown. Probably extremely proud to be killed by a fellow tarnished too.

My man was the definition of a giga chad.

[bunniehunn]

Forced my older brother to rate the twst characters cuz everyone else is doing it. +his input

@blood-red-bumblebee YOU WON!!!!!

WARNING: very obscure references cuz my brothers a freaking nerd.

Riddle: “he looks like a woman.”

Ace: “cool wordplay and eyepatch (makeup)”

Deuce: “he looks like he would kill someone.”

Trey: “looks like he would kill someone in a bad way.”

Cater: “average chronically online person.”

Azul: “snatcher Hat in Time. Cool design.”

Jade: “looks very proper.”

Floyd: “he looks as deranged as you can get with a twink.”

Kalim: “design is very good. Reminds me of dark souls.”

Jamil: “toxic yaoi. I like the hood.” (I told him about Kalim and Jamil’s relationship and that was his immediate reaction 💀)

Epel: “design stands out. Looks transmasc.”

Vil: “doesn’t stand out.” (I’m about to commit axe murder someone hold me back.)

Rook: “bloodborne if it was blue. EW FRENCH.”

Idia: “looks like Nagito.”

Ortho: “not much to say. K1-bo.”

Leona: “ooh. He actually looks cool cuz he’s part furry.”

Jack: “wow. I actually like his design.” (enthusiastic)

Ruggie: “Gorou. Average, I like his scarf.”

Malleus: “I like his design. The green is very neon.”

Lilia: “also looks like a woman. Not in the same way though.”

Silver: “Silver twisted wonderland hehe. Meh.”

Sebek: “doesn’t stand out much.”

Crowley: “looks like a fatui harbinger and I love that for him.” (very enthusiastic)

Grim: “he’s a goober. I like the tail.”

Crewel: “oh my goodness. Very fluffy.”

Trein: “cool.”

The cat: “it’s a cat.”

Vargas: “Chad.”

Sam: “feels like they whitewashed him.”

[theplottdump]

Meanwhile, just fifteen feet, and one abrupt tone change away: 𝗔𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗡𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟬𝟬𝟵, 𝗣𝗼𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁, 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗼 𝗻𝗶𝗿𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗮. (🎵)

A dedicated fan of conquering anything she could get between her legs that bucked and rolled- inanimate or otherwise, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵.

Exuberant, Poppy made a mental note to look up the closest country bar to San My when she got back home after this mission.

She could add it to her list of things to do with 𝙮𝙤𝙪-𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬-𝙬𝙝𝙤 when he finally came to his senses and stopped fucking her 𝙮𝙤𝙪-𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬-𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩.

She'd pencil it in somewhere above Axe Throwing but tentatively below her 3AM drunk- but masterful, idea for a 'Breakfast and Bacon night.' - Where they'd ruin her kitchen attempting to cook breakfast food with no skill points while marathoning Kevin Bacon movies.

He'd come around. And she'd forgive him. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁.

But for now- 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩.

A self-sufficient, bad ass, full time Agent who didn't need no Chad.

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻.

[spiderlandry]

Murder Party — ethan landry

Description: You’re the only one who knows where Ethan’s costume is from. You quickly realize you both have more in common than you originally thought.

Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

Warnings: ghostface ethan is implied, also some sinister energy coming from reader, alcohol consumption (not by reader), mentions of canon typical violence/mentions of murder

Word Count: 1.2k

Author’s note: thank u for the support ive been getting lately!! i appreciate all ur comments and likes and reblogs :] also has anyone else seen murder party? i feel like im the only one lol

At Chad’s request, you attended the one of the frat parties being held for the upcoming Halloween. It wasn’t unusual, you often got invited to parties because of your connection to some people in the football team, like Chad, who you’ve tutored a few times. However, you almost always never went to any of them—except this one.

You were willing to give it a chance. One, because it was almost Halloween and nobody deserved to be alone during that. And two, because Chad said, I have somebody I wanna set you up with.

Chad didn’t know you too well besides what you’ve talked about in the tutoring sessions, so you wondered what could’ve possibly made him think he had the ability to set you up. But you went anyway, out of morbid curiosity. What was the harm?

That’s what brought you to this moment, in the dimly lit kitchen of this random house, the smell of sweat and alcohol floating through the air as you raided the fridge for a soda. The red jumpsuit you wore was just a tad bit too tight and restricted your movement, and you held your scissors in one hand while you took a coke from the shelf.

Ethan wandered the unfamiliar hallways of the house until he found escape from the mass of moving bodies, ones dancing to the music and stumbling around like a bunch of newborn deer. That was how he ended up in the kitchen, leaning against a cabinet, thankful for some space. The kitchen was empty.

“There’s no guy with an axe after you, is there?”

He was wrong. His head snapped to the voice, a sweet sound almost music to his ears, and saw somebody sitting on the counter right at the corner. How could he not have seen you?

“I’m sorry, what?” He didn’t catch it the first time, frankly because he didn’t think anyone was there at all.

You laughed, an even sweeter sound that he must’ve missed out on all his life. “Your costume,” You sipped from a coke in your hand then nodded to his makeshift knight outfit. “It’s Christopher. From Murder Party.”

He looked down at himself, as if he didn’t know what he was wearing. But he met your eyes once more when he realized someone finally knew it. “Yeah!” Cringing at sounding too excited, he toned it down. “Yeah. It is. And no, there’s no guy with an axe after me.”

“No Bill?”

“God, no.” He shook his head, flashing you with a wide grin, unable to help himself. He walked closer toward you. “You know, you’re the only who knows my costume.”

“To be fair,” You smirked. “It is kind of niche. You a big fan of horror comedy?”

He nodded, “Grew up with them. You?”

You shook your head. “More of a fan of elevated horror.”

That was when he processed what you were wearing, and saw the large scissors on the spot beside you. “You’re a tethered. From Us, right?”

“Yep,” You pursed your lips into a thin smile. “Can’t really beat Jordan Peele.”

Something, like a shadow, passed over your face for a singular moment that was difficult to miss. But you recovered quickly and continued the conversation.

“You don’t seem like a party guy,” You commented, more of an observation.

“I’m not, no. Not at all.”

“Me neither. Hate drinking.”

“Why are you here, then?”

You rolled your eyes at the reminder. “Some guy on the football team said he wanted to set me up with somebody. Don’t know where he is.”

“How do you know he didn’t just invite you here for himself?” Ethan got more confident as time went on, maybe it was the shots Chad had him take.

“He doesn’t seem like that guy.”

“How do you know he is who he says he is?”

By then, Ethan had gotten a little bit closer since the music was turned up. You didn’t mind the proximity though, and it seemed that he liked it.

“I don’t,” Your eyes narrowed. “But I’m a pretty good judge of character.”

He raised his brows. “Are you?”

It dawned on you that you never asked for his name. “What’s your name?”

“Ethan,” he breathed shallowly, seeing that you were only a few inches away from him. “You?”

“Y/N.” You held out your free hand, “Nice to meet you.”

Despite his sweaty hands, he took it.

A booming voice interrupted your slowly inching faces, to both of your disappointment.

“There you are!” You saw Chad at the end of the hall, then he did a double take. “And you! You guys know each other?” He was definitely a little drunk, from the slurring of his words.

“N—no, we don’t. We just met.” Ethan replied. Was he supposed to know you?

Chad strutted closer and gestured to you with a solo cup in his hand. “So, thoughts?”

You were taken aback. “Thoughts on what?” There was no way he was asking what you thought he was asking.

“On Ethan!” He shouted over the music. “He’s the one I wanted you to meet.”

He was. You sighed, biting your lip. You looked at Ethan, who was gaping and clueless right next to you.

Before you could say anything, a woman in an orange jack o’lantern top tapped Chad on the shoulder. “Hey, big guy.” He turned around. “You’re needed.”

Chad left on fast feet, leaving you and Ethan.

“For the record,” you tilted your head, leaning closer to him again. “I was gonna say I liked talking to you. I don’t know you that well yet, but I think we’d get along.”

He was relieved upon hearing that, to say the least. “I—I liked talking to you, too.”

You took out your phone from your back pocket, unlocking it, and pushing it in his direction. It was a few seconds until he understood, mainly because nobody had ever done that to him before.

“You want my number?” He needed to clarify that.

“Why else would I give you my phone?”

Ethan laughed. He may be nervous, but not once has he felt embarrassed in your presence. There was no one in the world who could do that to him, besides you.

He put his contact as ‘Ethan :)’ and saved it, closing the phone. As he handed it back to you, it lit up and something caught his eye in that millisecond that he saw your lockscreen. It was you with someone else.

“Who’s that?” He asked out of curiosity. Why did the woman in your lockscreen look familiar?

“Oh,” you sighed. “That’s Amber. She’s my best friend.” You didn’t feel like going into it right now, but by Ethan’s name and matching the description in your head, you had a feeling he was the one you were looking for. Richie’s family that Amber told you about who were just as crazy as him.

It dawned on Ethan. But there was a commotion by the stairs that caught both your ears—one of them sounded like Chad’s voice.

You checked it out, standing right next to Ethan when you finally saw the woman you’d been waiting for—the sole reason you offered to tutor Chad.

Tara Carpenter, the one who killed your best friend.

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Additional A/N: i didnt know where this was going when i began writing so it ended up here…for some reason. originally it was non-gf ethan and reader meet cute but i thought i’d switch it up. the backstory here is that amber and y/n are childhood friends and went to different schools, hence why core four doesnt know them. kind of a plot hole but! its whatever. idk. i also wrote in past tense bc it just felt right

[lazilybeinglassie]

Immortality Is A Bitch

Golden Cheese watched his head as it rolled onto the ground with a jelly soaked splatter. The body became limp as it fell on it's knees with the upper body hunched over. A clattering of his ax falling to the floor only confirming that it was done.

It was grusome. The scene before her was nastier than what she wanted. But the beast pushed her. It nearly destroyed all that she held dear. "Forgive me," she stated, "you brought this upon yourself."

For a moment, only the wind's whistle could respond to her empty apology. Only for the body to twitch. Most likely just a reflex. Except it didn't end with just a twitch.

Burning Spice's hand slowly raised as though to request a moment of patience. Around his shoulders, where his head once was, sparked a red flame that burned brightly. Jelly gushed a little as it spread upward in a circle. Dough mutating to grow back a new fresh face. Smirking as though nothing had happened at all.

The greedy goddess gasped in horror. How!? How did he-

Burning Spice chuckled. "One of the things I'll never get tired of is seeing that entertaining face of fear. Hell of a party trick, huh?"

Her eyes glimpsed back at the head that previously fell off, looking frightened and confused. Surely she sliced that thing off earlier. There's no way he just . . .

He reached down to the head as he raised it up. The fresh wound still leaking of jam. He spilled it into his mouth, drinking every last drip he could squeeze out of it. With little hesitation, he then takes a large bite out of it, crunching on his severed piece. Steam escaped from his mouth as he sighed satisfyingly. "No meal can compare to this." With two more large bites, he swallowed and licked his lips.

Golden Cheese backed up, trying to collect her thoughts. This battle wasn't over. The beast then picks up his ax as he drags it on the ground, sparks flying. "I do wonder what you'll taste like. Probably salty." His eyes burning like crimson as he raised his weapon to strike at her again. ----------------------------

LISTEN, I REALLY WANT BURNING SPICE TO BE HARDCORE! I wanna see him just be super tough. Not cartoonishly tough, literally make him the most evil chad in existence.

I know this will never be canon, but it hasn't left my mind once.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Early Game axe units: let's go gambling! *miss* aw dang it! *gets hit* aw dang it *devil axe backfires* aw-

Late Game axe chads: let's invest in a accurate/crit weapon! *critical dead* I can't stop winning! *critical dead* I can't stop winning! *critical Luna (+ ability activates) jackpot!

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[omegapheromone]

Ok so, between the recent psa about miscecanis scent and reblog of the incels of omegaverse, I can’t stop thinking about how the two would correlate in a verse.

Like, “Chad alphas” could say you need to go buck wild on the Axe so other alphas know what’s “your property” (which becomes yet another omega-repellent because of scent sensitivity). Or even the opposite, where they don’t use anything, like no hygiene At All, because “omegas like the musk” but they just??? Smell like BO?????

But that’s not to say omegas/betas are exempt from this!!!!!! You’re telling me you don’t think some omega incels wouldn’t over-scent all of their bags and shit to like, “allure people in the halls”, but it’s just a Lot and it’s Everywhere. Or even an insecure beta who’s like “can anyone even smell me?????” And it’s like, Yes Buddy, I Promise You We Did Before And Can’t Stop Now

Also just????? The role of actual perfumes in omegaverse. I’m sure they’d exist for so many reasons, but I just wonder like, how they’d be marketed or even placed. Because you’re supposed to place perfume right where scent glands would be normally so I feel like people have a Problem with that while for others that’s The Point, you know?

Idk this just became a ramble. Any thoughts/insights are appreciated :’D

Chai your mind...... this is so good

Niceguy McFedora-type alpha that showers once a month because they think it's unnecessary because your "natural scent" is supposed to be strong to show the "weak and fragile omegas" what a strong and ~healthy~ alpha that will Definitely Treat Them Well you are. (He always has a personal space radius of at least 5 meters or more and doesn't connect the dots)

Or the *ndrewwww t*te type alphas making a point to go to the gym and Not Shower every time they go anywhere in public as some sort of a ridiculous show of dominance and thinking the nasty looks they get from people is because other alphas are feeling insecure and Betas are envious, obviously the Omegas are just pretending to hate it but actually they're all going into heat right now all because of his ~mUsKy AlPhA sCeNt~ (no sir, I know you live in delusion about owning a porsche but this is public transit and your stink is making everyone gag in disgust)

The desperate yet insecure folk of any gender and dynamic buying ridiculously expensive perfumes modelled after celebrities' natural scents (like that one headcanon post) because they think the scent is what made the celebrity famous/desirable/attractive and so if they smell like them then maybe they will also get courted...

And man I'd feel a little bad for the betas thinking they have no desirable scent and trying to "make up for it" because of how much importance society places on alpha&omega scents (that tend to be slightly stronger, sure, but It's not like betas don't have scents!!) And how little betas are talked about in the context of pheromones/scent

Also YEAH on the perfume thing!!!

My own headcanon sort of separates scents into their own cathegories of like, there's the natural scent that's associated with pheromones, it's not the same as body odour from sweat, but also the pheromones are slightly different/separate in that pheromones can affect the qualities of the scent but not the actual scent itself? And then there's obviously body odour, and then on top of that, I think perfumes are often used to either mask or even enchance one's own scent. They'd probably be especially affirming for any transdynamic folks! But also I can imagine some people feeling like their natural scent should be sort of "private" or they just don't want people to pay attention to it, esp if it's very unique? so they'll use fragrances to change it somewhat. Also for people with weaker scents, it could be an insecurity so they'll use perfume to feel more confident?

Oh and I wanna talk more about my headcanon about the pheromone-natural scent relationship! I think pheromones are what cause and are affected by emotional responses, almost like having a sort of... "aura" or "energy" people can read? But pheromones so it's an actual thing. but I also imagine it could affect the actual scent a lot too! I'll use my own peony+peach combo to explain since I know it best, but for example, if I was angry or annoyed, the pheromones would probably make the scent appear slightly "sour", like a sour candy or a flower that's slightly past its best bloom but still emits a really strong scent that starts to smell almost a little "stinging"? Or if I was really content and happy, it'd be like freshly-bloomed peopny blossoms and sweet, perfectly ripe peaches.

Probably in heat the scent would turn more "warm" and "heated" as well as stronger, too, like sitting in a garden of peonies eating a peach dessert during a heatwave in the summer? (Also I just like using that analogy for my own scent a lot. Sitting in a Peony garden and eating peaches. Except in heat it'd be more like a heatwave and much stronger/warmer) Like almost a little overwhelming, but not necessarily in the same way that overusing axe body spray is overwhelming, more like... a heat-scent becomes sort of really thick and warm? And that's why it's so noticeable? Like so ripe it would be "tempting" or something, idk.

For example if someone's scent was "pine forest", and they went into rut, I imagine it'd also increase in intensity a lot. Like... maybe the scent of pine sap really intensifies and gets really "thick"? Or maybe it'd be like... if it rains during a heatwave so the smell is extra strong but also really warm. And maybe someone with a scent like that would smell more like a cold winter forest when they're irritated (which would also be a wonderful way to describe personality through scent- people whose scents turn "cold" and "wintery" being more likely to have that sort of stoic, cold anger than the more explosive hot-headed type bursts of anger...) and when they're content, it'd be like a camping trip in good weather somewhere deep in the woods where you feel safe and relaxed in nature?

Idk man I just like thinking about scents and how scents change based on pheromones & emotions........

I also think perfume could be used to permanently amplify some aspects of specific emotional states in scent. I imagine customer service workers or salespeople using a perfume that maybe doesn't change their scent, but makes them always smell really happy, inviting and nice for better sales results and a better customer experience (especially since I imagine customer service is probably still absolute hell, even in omegaverse... not like they'd actually be feeling very happy to deal with some Karens all day)

Or for people who want others to stay out of their way (bouncers, gangsters, idfk depends on the canon I imagine), they'd maybe use a perfume that makes their own scent always appear a little aggressive/stern, not in the challenging kind of way, but just so people get the idea that it's probably better not to mess with them

But also certain professions having bans on those kinds of things, or even requiring full on scent blockers to be used (especially prevalent in the medical field I imagine)... just. Yeah lots of thoughts on this!

[zxphy]

Okayy so you wanted some ideas, right? I saw your incel! Scaramouche post and I was wondering what your thoughts are on a yandere incel! Xiao? It's a popular idea but I really love it and maybe you could write it for Fem! Reader or Gn! Reader if you don't write fem! Readers

☆ No bitches?

Yandere! Incel! Xiao x Fem! Reader

Tws/cws: Xiao, misogyny, women beating, domestic abuse, use of the word "retard", implied noncon, fem aligned reader lmfao, gaslighting, doxxing, rape and murder threats, and non consensual groping. Multiple spelling mistakes are present. Both you and Xiao are 18.

Smut written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable.

Xiao was your best friend since childhood, but as you both got older into adult hood, he started acting different.

A lot more grabby and forceful. He was unable to get a girlfriend or get laid, so he went to reddit and 4chan to vent his frustrstions, there he met lots of people just like him.

He may or may not have asked them "why do women not like me", getting multiple misogynistic replies. Bro was easily manipulated then turned into a self proclaimed "incel" in about a month. He believed everything his new group of friends said.

He always talked about his discord servers and his gross friends to you, saying how they give him the best advice and their misogynistic views about how women should know their place and yada yada.

You started to hang out with him less and less, as Xiao grew incredibly insufferable. Just being near him made you uncomfortable, you were scared of even being in the same room as him.

Even though you hardly talked to him, yiu still interacted online because hey! He's been your best friend since birth you don't have the heart to end the friendship.. :(

The less time you spent with Xiao, the more time you spent with Aether, one of his best friends. Xiao obviously took notice of thst, and his huge crush on you did NOT help.

Xiao considered himself a nice guy, thinking he deserved sex from "females". Complaining that girls only want Chads who just use them for their body and leave, as if incels aren't the same thing but worse.

You wanted to help him you know.. NOT have that mindset, but his stupid 4chan friends kept encouraging his disgusting way of thinking!! :(

At sometime, Xiao eventually confessed his love for you. But honestly, you kind of expected that to happen considering you were the only chick that even looked in his direction, let alone talked to him. You let him down as lightly as you can, trying not to set him off. Cause from what you heard, self proclaimed incels usually never take "no" for an answer and take every rejection personally.

"I'm sorry Xiao, it's not you.. it's me." Oh it's definately him.

"But I'm a nice guy! I'll treat you well and get everything you want. I have a job, I can spoil you!" Ah. That would make sense as to where he gets all the money to blow on hentai from.

"I just don't have any feelings for you besides platonic ones. I'm sorry and I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship." You begin to sweat, praying you didn't set him off.

Xiao looked down to the ground at his feet and sighed. "I understand." You sigh in relief, until Xiao says this,

"Can I at least have a hug?" Oh fuck.

You begin to sweat more and nodded slowly, "S-sure man.." you open your arms out for a hug and Xiao embraces you tightly, good fucking god he smells disgusting. When was the last time he showered?? It should be common knowledge that axe body isn't a substitution for showers. The scents clash in a way that make your nose hairs burn and your toes curl. It took everything out of you to not gag.

But on the other hand, Xiao was in heaven, you smell so good! His face is in your hair and he takes a big whiff and he shudders, obviously enjoying himself. It's been forever since he's been so close to a girl, let alone YOU.

His hands slowly trail down from your back and get lower, eventually he had his hands on your ass and gave it a a light squeeze. You push him away and laugh nervously and wave him good bye, leaving him by yourself.

Days go by and you started getting mysterious phone calls, text messages and messages on your social media from anonymous people. Majority of them being death and rape threats.

Anonymous672

U stupid bitch why did u leave him to go fuck his best friend??

And another,

(777-777-777)

Im gonna rape u then kill u in an alleyway u deserve it stupid whore.

And another,

Anonymous929

I know your address.

And another...

Anonymous476

Get ready to get raped!

And... another.

(555-555-555)

He's gonna put you in your place, whore.

One time you even got a phone call and it qqs just a guy heavily breathing into the phone then threatening to rape you and then bury your body in the woods for "rejecting a perfectly nice guy."

At that point it was kind of obvious as to why you're getting such threats. Either Xiao has been using alt accounts and throwaway numbers or he had doxxed you to his other "nice guy" friends. You were honestly pissed, was he THAT butthurt because you didn't want to have sex with him? He needs to get a fucking life. Xiao used to be an amazing guy, your best friend, but now his stupid "nice guy" phase tore you both apart. You thought the rejection went well, that he'd be normal about it, but then he goes doxxing a girl because she didn't want to have sex with him? What the fuck?

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and started looking for Xiao's number, you hit him a message.

(You)

Xiao. Read 1:44pm.

(You)

XIAO. Read 1:57pm.

(You)

XIAO ANSWER ME, FUCKWAD. Read 2:00pm.

I know what you did. Read 2:00pm.

(Weird Fuck)

??

(You)

Xiao did you fucking doxx me?? Are you retarded? What the fuck is wrong with you, people keep threatening to rape and kill me you fucking ass wipe. Read 2:01pm.

(Weird Fuck)

Im sorry just meet me at my place

(You)

What?? No dawg, I'm not gonna go to your fucking house, I wanna know why you fucking doxxed me, we were literally best friends before you became a fucking misogynist. Why did you doxx me?? Read 2:02pm.

(Weird Fuck)

Come over and ill tell u

(You)

Kys. Read 2:02pm.

You shoved your phone back in your pocket and you huffed. Who does that fucker think he is?? All because you wouldn't date him!!

You being you, you still went to his home to get answers. He didn't deny doxxing you which ulset you even more. His dick probs got hard just by you texting him. (He did :3) You're sick of sll the threats, you just want it to stop. You just want Xiao to stop his bitchless behaviour. Now you're gonna do something about it.

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You walk up to the lavish home and knocked on the door. Of course Xiao still lives with his dad instead of doing something productive like going to colledge like his twin sister Ganyu. You folded your arms and waited. You assumed that Mr. Zhongli wasn't home because you heard some random porn game from the third story window, Xiao's room.

You knocked again, but this time louder. You heard the game pause, then a door slamming, then rapid footsteps going down stairs. You hesrd a voice from behind the door.

"Are you the delivery guy?" *Xiao.*

"No fuckwad." You replied back. The door slowly swung open, revealing Xiao. He looked a lot more gross than you remember, he looked incredibly dishevled, with messy greasy hair, a random tshirt with very suspcious stains and dandruff on it, baggy gray sweatpants that aldo had a suspcious stain, but this time on the crotch area, and a pair of perscription glasses, the frame kind of similar to yours. But what you really could not get over, was the smell. He smelled like he hasn't showered in months, he smells entirely of spoilt food, semen, body odor and sweat. Disgusting.

"You look and smell like shit." You push past Xiao and walk into the lovely home.

"You came." He mumbled.

Of course you came, you wanted to know why the fuck he'd doxx you. He grossed you out comepletely, he was a digusting good for nothing freak. Xiao was actually a nice guy, he got good grades, was super sweet to everyone and made his father proud.

Xiao avoided eye contact and told you to follow him to his room, so you both could talk. You shook your head, feeling uneasy.

"Mr. Zhongli isn't home, why not talk here?" He ignored your question and walked up the stairs. You followed behind but kept a reasonable distance. Reasonable being several feet.

Xiao opened his bedroom door and you were immedately met with a horrible stench, his room smelled like him but worse. It smelt like semen, piss and shame. His room was covered in hentai posters and anime girl figurines, his clothes thrown all over the floor, and in the corner there was a really expensive looking gaming set up.

He could afford a multi-monitor gaming set up but not deoderant?

What couldn't go unnoticed was the collection of stiff socks gathering in a pile near his bed.

"Xiao what the hell? Your room is a fucking biohazard, feels like I need a gas mask and a hazmat suit just to be in here." You felt sorry for his father, you couldn't imagkne what it feels like having a son just like Xiao.

You walked into the room, being careful of wjere you step, Xiao sits in his gaming chair and then types a message into his Discord chat. He then got back up and cleared a space on his bed, throwing whatever was previously there onto the floor. "You can uh.. sit there."

You shook your head, but then you looked back at Xiao and he looked like he was about to cry. You felt bad so you sat anyway. You're definately burning this skirt when you get home.

You got a proper look around the room, not only seeing the weird posters, but pictures of you.

.

.

.

Creepy...

Xiao sat in his gaming chair and swung side to side, he looked nervous. Sweating as he looked at you.

You finally spoke up breaking the awkward silence. "So Xiao, why did fuck did you doxx me?" Xiao stayed silent and looked away from you. This really set you off. "Don't ignore me you asswipe! I've been getting threats of violent rape, I home you know you committed a cyber crime!"

"Relax, (Name.)" Xiao said still not looking at you. "It's not that serious." You scoffed and felt yourself getting more mad.

"Not that serious? NOT THAT SERIOUS?? Xiao! For the love of fucking christ, people are threatening to kill me! Why would you doxx me?!" You raised your voice at him, and you saw him get more nervous.

"Well.. I-I don't know I just. Me and you were like really close, but then you started fucking Aether.." You huffed, even more angry than before, "God fucking damnit Xiao! I'm trying to not fucking strangle you, but you're making it so hard!" You stood up and continued yelling, "You were so cool until you started acting like this! Kf course women won't like you if you keep thinking that she's gonna hop on your gross cock, Xiao! No one wants your tiny penis, I can assure that!"

You folded your arms and contued, "Sorry you feel so offended because I feel SAFE around Aether! He doesn't talk about how women's only purpose is to have kids and serve her mans or whatever, unlike YOU!"

Xiao fumbled with the draw strings on his sweatpants, "I-I don't know I uh just thought that you'd like me I g-guess.."

You face palmed. "Xiao. You doxxed me because I didn't want to date you? Dude! I explicitly told you that I have zero attraction to you. I only have PLATONIC feelings for you man. We had a good friendship but your gross ways ruined it-"

Xiao interupted you, "I'm a nice guy (Name), I'll treat you right. You're not like other females.."

"Oh my fucking god, Xiao..." you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I cannot believe that you think any girl would want to date YOU! A gross, disgusting people of shit incel like you! You're retarded if you think any girl would want your gross penis inside of her!"

Xiao stood up, "Fuck you (Name)!" You staggered back, surpised of his sudden outburst.

"Females like yourself are the problem. All you do is fuck chads and leave actjal nice sigmas in the dust!"

You blinked before letting out a laugh. "PFFTT!!! Dawg! Fuck this shit for real, and you know what? I'ma go to Aether's place to fuck him! How doed thst make you feel, Xiao? You gonna cry??" You flicked him off before getting up, walking to leave the room.

Suddenly your arm gets grabbed and you're pulled back, thrown onto the floor. Xiao gets on top of you and punches you square in the nose. You let out a loud squeal of pain.

"Xiao what the fu-" Xiao picks you up from under your arms and puts on on his bed, he starts feeling up your body, his hands trailing up yojr skirt, fumbling with the hem of your safety shorts.

You kicked him in the stomach and punched him in his face, Xiao staggered back and held his stomach as his glassed fell off his face, you took the chance and pushed him off you and ran.

Unfortunately for you, you tripped on the wires spewn about his room and you fell, Xiao took this opportunity and turned you around and kicked you until you stopped fighting. As an extra measure, Xiao grabbed your head, lifted it slightly then slammed it back down into the floor. You gripped your head in pain and whined.

"Xiao? What the fuck.." you wince. Xiao once again picks you up, and drops you onto his head, his hands trailing up your skirt. He lifts it slightly and pull down your safety shorts revealing your panties. His obvious erection poking through his sweatpants. Xiao went back to his gaming chair and once again started typing on his discord server, before getting up and locking his bedroom door. Too busy holding onto your head and lightly crying in pain, you had not noticed that he actually did lock the door.

The teen walked back over to you, took your shoes off and peeked off your safety shorts. He got close to you and whispered into your ear, "How does it feel to be put in your place?" He slapped you playfully.

Xiao shoved down his pants, his hard cock springing out. He hasn't shaved in a while, revealing curly black n green pubes covering his pelvic area. The tears that were threatening to fall, have fell, hot tears flowing down your cheeks hoping that Xiao isn't gonna do what you think he's gonna do.

"Xiao please. Don't do this.." You looked up at him in fear. Xiao ignored you and pulled off your panties, revealing your pussy. He threw them into a random direction. He pressed himself against you.

You're struggling to process what the fuck is going on, you're being held down, Xiao's dick is rubbing against you and half your clothes are missing.

Xiao then tore off your tshirt and threw the shreds in another random direction, then took off your bra, groping your chest the second he saw your tits.

"You're so fucking pretty.. and you're all mine." Xiao took his fingers and spread apart your lips, revealing your lovely pink insides. Xiao shoved two of his fingers inside of you just to test and you yelped.

"Fuck yeah, you're tight as balls." Xiao removed his fingers and quickly replaced his fingers with his thick cock.

He then slammed inside of you, putting his hands around your neck.

You're his now.

ANDDD.. DONE! I'M SO GLAD I HAD THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE THIS..

I honestly think I got a little too into it, anyway I hope you guys enjoy! :3

@mistywaves98

[dreamersbcll]

“We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now”

- whumptober, prompt no. 28

(you’ll have to go through me)

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There was so much blood.

Tara can’t quite remember if this was supposed to happen or if she screwed up the timing. She knows better. Fuck, she’s supposed to, anyways.

The blood ran down her neck, covered her feet, and soaked through her shirt. In hindsight, she should’ve watched what she was doing more carefully. She can’t remember the last time she was dry, clean, and comfortable. But that didn’t matter. She had to take care of Sam.

Her sister’s eyes were dark, faded. Like there was no more life behind them. But Tara knew better, and she knew when those eyes looked at her, they saw Tara for who she was. Even as Tara fed her sister, gently holding her chin, Sam still watched her sister quietly as if Tara was the most essential thing in the world.

Tara was taking care of them as Sam got better. She could handle this; she knows she can.

And then reality came knocking in the form of twins.

Unluckily for the sisters, Tara wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. If Sam were well enough to talk, she would chastise Tara for letting her guard down. Rightfully so.

“Tara! Sam? Are you in there? It’s the twins, we’re okay— are you? Let us in!” Mindy yelled, slamming her hands against the doorway.

Jumping at the sound, Tara dropped the plate of food she was preparing for Sam. Fuck. This wasn’t good. How did they find them? This wasn’t their apartment. It was a safe home Sam had scouted out before she fell ill. Shit. This was bad. This was really bad.

She held her breath, hoping they would get the message and leave her alone. But they didn’t.

“Fuck. They’re not answering. I’m breaking in,” Chad swore, dropping what seemed to be a heavy bag onto the floor.

A second too late, Tara unfroze, looking between the bedroom and front door, her eyes wide. She decided to hide behind the bedroom door, Sam watching her curiously.

Trying to control her breathing, she became acutely aware of her state of being, her clothes soaked in dark blood and Sam’s whimpering body beside her. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Wait, don’t come in!” she called, her hands shaking.

It was too late. Chad had already kicked down the door, ax in hand. Mindy followed behind him, holding a pistol, cocked and ready to shoot—the two burst through the home, their weapons at the ready, scoping out the girls.

Tara, knowing that this was it, walked out, her hands up in surrender. She pasted a fake smile, trying to look nonchalant despite her haggard appearance.

“Hey, guys.”

Mindy lowered her gun, her eyes wide. “Tara, what the fuck happenend? Are you okay? Jesus Christ, you’re covered in blood!” the girl swore, holstering her weapon to check Tara over.

If Tara were more aware of her surroundings, she would’ve noticed Chad checking the apartment, going through every room for hidden intruders. She would’ve seen him sneak into Sam’s room before he started yelling.

“Holy shit!”

Pausing her Tara check-over, Mindy reached for her gun, her eyes wide. “Chad? What’s wrong?”

Tara tore away from Mindy, grabbing Chad by the backpack and forcing him out the doorway. She got in front of Sam, blocking her from the twins. Her big sister just breathed heavily, her eyes wide, her hands twitching.

Turning behind her, Tara soothed her big sister. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll protect us.”

Chad held his ax out, his eyes dark and worried. “Tara, back away from her. Back away, now,” he softly said, slowly enunciating his words as if Tara was a child.

Mindy got next to him, her gun held up, unsure of the target. But once she saw it, she gasped, her hands shaking as she lowered the gun.

Tara bared her teeth. This wasn’t how it was going to end. She could protect Sam. The twins had to leave. “No. No, get out!”

The twins shook their heads, their eyes welling up with tears. Tara winced at the sight, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hide forever. Fuck. She should’ve been more careful. She should’ve never told them which area they were hiding in.

Chad shook his head, tears falling down his cheeks. “Tara, we have to kill her. That’s, that’s not Sam. She’s turned, dude.”

Hearing her name, Sam growled, her lifeless eyes dark with lust. Tara turned to face her big sister, her eyes not moving from her big sister. Sam was covered in dried blood, her eyes black, her hands torn apart from clawing at Tara. The rope around Sam’s wrists was frayed from her lunging at Tara, but it was all she had on hand. Her veins were black, her mouth wide open and dripping blood. The bite on her neck that turned her glistened in the light, black blood oozing. It didn’t matter what Sam looked like. Tara had her now. She was safe with Tara.

No one would touch her big sister. No one would kill her. Not even her best friends.

Besides, it was Tara’s fault that Sam had turned. If only she weren’t so small, so weak, then maybe Sam would still be conscious. She was too weak to push the door behind him as the horde of infected cornered them in their apartment. Lucky for Tara, Sam could close the door and barricade them in, but for a hefty price.

Tara didn’t notice the bite until Sam had tried to attack her while they embraced.

She had managed to tie down her big sister, crying as. she had to subdue her. The look of fear and despair etched onto her big sister's face was enough to kill Tara. But she couldn’t let anyone take Sam away from her, undead or not. That was her big sister. She would keep her alive as long as she could.

Even if it meant that Sam would end up killing her eventually.

Gently pushing her sister behind her, Tara turned back to the twins. “No, she’s still Sam. She sees me. She knows me. I can’t kill her, please,” she softly begged.

“How long have you had her like that?” Chad questioned quietly, his brow furrowed.

Mindy shook her head, dismissing Chad’s question. “Tara, you need to. You need to walk away. I’ll take care of her quickly; she won’t feel a thing. I promise.”

Chad stepped closer to the sisters, unflinching when Tara glared at him. “Have you kept her here like this? Tara…”

She violently shook her head, backing up until her back was pressed against Sam’s hands. Though she was close to her big sister, Sam didn’t bite. She just waited.

“Don’t give me your pity. Fuck that. Fuck you. You can’t take her away from me. I won’t allow it!” she hissed, pressing into Sam’s sharp nails.

Tara breathed in and out slowly. “You’ll have to go through me.”

Mindy shook her head. “Nope. That’s it. Chad, grab her. I’ll take care of this myself.”

Pressing herself into Sam, she searched the room for a weapon. Fuck. She knew she should’ve kept the gun on her. Sam was right. She was always unprepared.

“No, back the fuck off. Back off!”

“Please. Tara, please. Don’t make this harder. We all love her. This isn’t easy for any of us. Please just come here,” Chad whispered, the ax in his hand quivering.

Beside him, Mindy cocked her gun.

Left with no options, Tara begged. “I can’t. I won’t. She’s still Sam. She knows me; she sees past the virus!”

“Tara, she’s a fucking zombie!” Mindy retorted incredulously, her gun pointed at Sam’s temple.

Behind her, her big sister growled, blood dripping onto the floor.

Reaching behind her, Tara held onto one of Sam’s gnarled hands. “No, she’s not!”

Mindy shook her head. “Nope. That’s it. I’m going to take care of it.”

This was it. This was the moment she dreaded, the manifestation of her guilt and inability to protect both sisters.

Turning to face her sister, she looked deep into the lifeless eyes she had grown to love the last few weeks. Her big sister, her love, her Sam, looked down at her, those black eyes shining in the light. Tears started to roll down Tara’s face, her heart breaking in two. It didn’t phase Sam one bit. Her sister cocked her head, growling a bit, blood dripping from her blackened teeth. As if she could read Tara’s mind, she nodded slightly, her eyes blinking slowly. Tara closed her eyes and breathed out slowly.

And there, Tara knew what to do— the only thing she could.

She gave herself up to Sam.

As Sam bent down to bite Tara’s neck, the twins simultaneously yelled in horror.

“Tara!”

“No!”

Their words didn’t matter. Sam was already tearing through Tara’s body, her teeth grazing off the blood beneath the skin. Tara leaned into the touch, letting the pain pulse through her body. It didn’t matter. She let her sister feed on her, consume her whole. Sam was hungry to touch her, to feed, and who was Tara to deny her of that?

Besides, now they would be forever in the same state. She could feel her blood boiling, her hands shaking. Her mind slowly was becoming something else, no longer her own.

Pulling away from Sam, Tara grinned lopsidedly at the horrified twins. “There. It’s done. Guess you’ll have to shoot both of us,” she slurred, her vision blurry.

Tara turned back to face her sister, reaching up to cup her sunken face. Sam leaned into the touch, blood— Tara's blood— dripping down her mouth. Tara smiled her eyesight swimming, her hands shaking.

It would be okay. She would be just like Sam now.

“Shh. It's okay, Sammy. I’m here. They can’t separate us now.”

[goodshipskypirate]

Okay, so I know this is a sketch from Kickstarter showing a small part of the Great Archives, so this is likely more concept than final. What intrigues me is the man in the photo with a sword strapped to his back. Or at least, I originally thought it was a photo before I realized he might just be decoration for the book's cover.

Who is that man? Just a random doodle? Aephorul before the creators' finalized his design? Some other dude that might have been important and recorded into that specific book? Resh'an's first boyfriend during his awkward high school years, Chad, who unironically kissed his arm muscles every morning and smelled of AXE body spray?

Also, dear LORD. Once again, this man is a mess. His chemical properties are dangerously close to these books. This is a fire hazard waiting to happen. Look at that ink pot on top of a piece of paper with a clear blot. He's gonna get ink all over his books! He is absolutely the epitome of The Messy Desk Artist. Resh'an, if you weren't a God who could literally snap your area clean, I would SCREAM.

I am, however, tickled pink, that the sketch has a cup of tea or coffee on the lower right corner. It's just cute, Resh'an taking his caffeine black and getting back to work. He probably doesn't need a caffeine boost, but it probably helps stimulant the brain... and prevents caffeine headache.

[rainyloveangel]

Me and the main Kaiju's as incorrect quotes

- Note -

Monarch = Me

Shipping and nonshipping quotes

Lost of swearing... probably

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Rodan: Why is Monarch making me do the dishes again? You haven’t washed them in a week, Godzilla!

Godzilla: It’s because I’m Monarch’s favorite.

Rodan: I hate you.

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Monarch: I told Rodan to grab snacks for everyone.

Mothra, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?

*Monarch, Rodan, and Godzilla raise their hands*

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Mecha: If I say yes am I joining a cult?

Rodan: Possibly.

Mecha: I’m in.

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Ichi: ARE YOU-

Monarch: Fucking.

Ichi: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Monarch: Fucking.

Ichi: IDIOT!

Kong: …What was that?

Monarch: Scar king banned Ichi from swearing, so I’m helping them out

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Monarch, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast.

Scar king: You're kinda ugly.

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Mecha: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Kong: I sleep with a axe.

Monarch: Both of you are pathetic.

Mecha: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Monarch: Godzilla.

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*Ichi is casually searching around the room*

Ni: Hey Ichi, what’re you looking for?

Ichi: My will to live.

*Monarch walks into the room*

Ichi: Oh, there it is.

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Mecha: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—

Monarch: Hi.

Mecha: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

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Ni: I am working on this whole Good Guy thing, but anyone who cuts me in line at Starbucks deserves to have their kneecaps shot out, okay?

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Mecha: Kong, I have a great idea.

Kong: Let’s hear it.

Mecha: We trick Shimo and Ichi to go out on a date together.

Kong: YES!

Kong: And hey, if that doesn’t work out, maybe you and me could go out, get some drinks—

Mecha, hitting him with a book: THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU

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Monarch, at Godzilla: You're my significant other.

Godzilla: Yeah I am!

Monarch, signing at Jia: You're my child.

Jia, signing back: Yes mama.

Monarch, at Ni: You're my bitch.

Ni: Yeah I am- wait, what?

Monarch, at Kong: My bestie.

Kong: Naturally.

Monarch, Kevin: HA, GAY!

Kevin: Fuck you.

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Monarch, at Godzilla's funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone: Of course. *They leave*

Monarch, leaning over Godzilla′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Godzilla: Yeah, no shit.

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(This was before Shimo's gender was confirmed to be female.)

Shimo: Wow, they really hate us.

Scar king: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic.

Shimo: But we’re not gay, Scar king.

Scar king:

Shimo:

Scar king: We’re not?

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Scar king: Do you always have to attack me with your words?

Godzilla: Would you prefer me to use a brick?

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Kevin: Ichi, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Ichi: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.

Kevin: Alright, I love you too, I'll ask Godzilla.

Ichi: Wait- Kevin, no-

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Godzilla: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart?

Monarch: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am!

Godzilla: Mean.

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Kong, talking to Monarch: With all due respect, which is none…

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Ichi, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Monarch: Gray.

Mothra: Grey.

Ichi, turning to Scar king: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Scar king: Dark white.

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Godzilla: If I die, you can have what little I own.

Monarch: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die?

Godzilla: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full.

Monarch:

Monarch: *Sighs* Let me call your therapist again.

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Godzilla: Do you want some tea?

Monarch: What are the options?

Godzilla: Yes or no.

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[organizationhimself]

my scarlet hollow playthroughs so far (SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY):

SYLV -hot + street smart -he tries to be nice in general but always says the funny thing -okay relationship to tabitha and tends to invite her (tabitha probably regrets this now oops) -often private about his feelings and leaves a lot of dialogue options on the table, but will call out bs (cops and reese's mom this is you) -skeeved by wayne and sybil (no tea for him) -initially kept his options open but zeroed in on reese immediately (locked in)

LUNE -talks to animals + keen eye -generally polite but she'll definitely ignore you to talk to your cat -empathetic to tabitha but not especially sympathetic about her work -befriended the possums in her dresser (they had some extremely interesting opinions i am still experiencing fridge horror about black tabby games you goddam geniuses) -peanut allergy -ghost made her old -suspicious of wayne but reluctantly regards him as an ally -bad track record for keeping people's parents alive so far -glommed onto stella (fellow streamer) and angled for every choice that would get closer to her (locked in)

CHAD -hot + powerful build -a totally selfish asshole who says the meanest possible thing UNLESS he can flirt with someone -what he can't punch he will fuck (that means you, wayne!) -has already proven that tabitha is actually some sort of saint for not hurling him off the cliff on monday (if there's the remotest chance of her killing you in later chapters he is as good as deceased) -could have saved both geezers but didn't (was an asshole about it) -made enemies with rosalina but her dad was still interested -no showers for chad -no tea for chad either fuck off -the contrarian in action; people are very unclear about whether or not he believes in ghosts since he seems to change his mind multiple times during the same conversation (and people call him out for it i love this game so much?? i love it SO MUCH) -for that matter he will switch sides mid-fight or mid-argument according to unknown logic; his loyalties are a mystery even to him -somehow still managed to help reese?? (HOW) -i want to add that when i let him do the thing and reach out empathetically to reese (immediately after stabbing reese with an axe ofc), and then reese GOT SHOT BY TABITHA, who i'd finally called for the very first time, my JAW DROPPED and i stared at the screen in disbelieving fucking glee because HOLY SHIT THAT GOT ME. i am unbelievably lucky that didn't happen with sylv (because i loved that moment so, so much). -swerved every romance so far; if anyone can put up with him it's probably wayne

JADE -mystical + book smart -tends to greet people with either uncanny silence or an offer of boiled peanuts -leans hardest into her mystical side and talks extensively to people while avoiding being rude but if she can be weird she'll do that -kaneeka stalker but it seems tricky to do that while being weird + not sidelining tabby -first playthrough to recruit avery (i feel like a CHUMP for not realizing there was an opt-in party member the whole time) -doesn't entirely give tabitha a pass for being a coal baron but brings her everywhere and has managed to eat ice cream?? with tabitha?? (did i mention i LOVE this game guess who my fave is besides reese go on guess as if my pfp isn't a damaged prickly blond with a gooey vulnerable center and Responsibilities) -jade does not talk to cops -in soviet russia jade makes ghost old -managed to talk to stella WITH tabitha (!!!!!!!) -jade's definitely going to save everyone!! besides. maybe duke. and rosalina. and reese. and... -angled for kaneeka romance but failed to escape the tea

[matthewanon]

Ooc: WANNA TALK ABOUT STORYLINES WE DIDN’T GO WITH BUT WANTED TO! SOME OF THEM GOT CHANGED AROUND THOUGH SO WE USED BITS OF IT!

• Matt and Wendy full on dating after the New York attacks and after Matt and Lydia broke up. This was very much discussed for the longest time, thought it was spicy. Ended up with them just hooking up pre-New York and pre-Lydia to get back at Kurt and Betty.

• Carrie was suppose to die after giving birth to Tatum. That was the plan, she was just gonna get the axe.

• Wes as Ghostface arc, we wanted this so bad but we love Weeva too much to fuck that up and accidentally kill Wes off. Though, we have a different idea…

• Chad and Carrie were suppose to have dated pre-Warrie and pre-Chara, decided against that because we didn’t want Carrie and Tara to have beef

• Wendy WAS going to end up being one of the Ghostface killers during the New York attacks BUT as a false one. In the sense that Ethan would have recruited her and she’d only be doing it to protect the group with Ethan and so she could kill Kurt. Think like A from Pretty Little Liars.

There’s so much more but I’m being lazy.