#douche nozzle

[republicansaredomesticterrorists]

[malinastharlock]

Duncan Lynch

The most shootable face of the Trade Authority on Akila in the Cheyenne System. Yeah, the city with the magic puddle.

[slushiebrain]

since i did traditional art last year and since i've started studying again and so have less free time, this year i'm doing pale gamkar week a little differently than my usual art (in the hopes it'll save me some time ; -- ;) i'm aiming for a little more cartoony and a whole lot sillier! i didn't have time to draw yesterday so today i'm posting both day 1 and day 2 of @pale-gamkar-week 2024 prompts: laughter and bath!

i might do full colours for these at some point but this is as good as it gets for now lol

[morallygreykoifsh]

I hate that man I hate him so much

Vaemond deserves so much better than to have his house stolen from him like this

He deserved to be heard not unhonorably executed

He was murdered and his Muderer got away with it

Daemon is fucking EVIL

He is not a protective hubby

He is not a great step-dad

He is a racist and a murderer

And he deserves to die like the bitch he is

[acourtofladydeath]

We have arrived at @azrisweek 2023 day 4, the free day! I decided to write a protective!Eris, injured!Azriel fated mates fic titled “Fighting Fire with Fire.” I hope you all enjoy!

Azriel was on a spy mission to discover Beron’s most recent plans when everything went wrong. Somehow, the Autumn guards knew he was coming and he became badly injured trying to get away. Before he goes down, he sends out a shadow to deliver a message for help to the Night Court. Eris watches the entire thing go down and for some reason becomes incredibly protective of anyone trying to get within several feet of Azriel. I wonder why…

[cadavercowboy]

love when new skrunkly content drops and i get to log on and watch the whole dash Going Through Something

[goblin-king-jay]

[ID: a screenshot of a post from user @suchnerve

"'you think you're smarter than elon musk' no, i KNOW i'm smarter than elon musk. i'm also funnier and hotter. hope that helps"

end ID]

[mrmiao]

Didn’t imagine I’d ever use that term literally

[goranginumber7-a]

A preview of some of Ted's fresh icons 🥰🥰🥰

I'm not done yet, but it's like, 3 AM right now where I am. So I'm done for now 😘.

[musickgeek]

The Great Alastor Altruist

Could be read as either platonic or romantic

The plan was for Alastor to take care of Adam, but I didn't want to send him without back up. So now I stand beside the feared Radio Demon, ready to fight Heaven's lead soldier.

The shield withers away, and Adam stares down at us with amusement as he approaches the hotel sign. "Adam...First man, next to die." Alastor says with his usual grin. His collected stance contrasts my tense, readied one. I hold my spear and shield up defensively, waiting for him to strike. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Alastor and (Y/n)." He introduces with flourish. He's thriving on the power display, I'm not so much. "Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure. I'm about to end your fucking life." He declares, driving his staff into the ground. I step aside quickly as the green tendrils rise from the ground, showing off the Radio Demon's power. However, Adam doesn't seem impressed. "Nice voice. Don't you know jazz is for pussies?" He conjures his axe, and goes in for the attack, to which Alastor meets him with the tendrils. Adam swings at them, making them disappear. Once he's close, Alastor and I move together gracefully so that he is behind me, and Adam's blade merely meets the shield. "Ah, ah, ah," Alastor tuts. 

"You really think you can take me on? A mortal soul is no match for me, edge lord." Adam smiles, like this is nothing to him. He continues to defend against our coordinated attacks, seeming at ease. "You're a mortal soul, too, douche nozzle." I finally speak. "You should know better then anyone what a soul can accomplish when they take charge of their own fate." Alastor's shadow dissolves into several little minions that attack Adam. One manages a surprise hit on him in between his wild swinging. "You think you're tough shit, huh?" He swings at nothing, as the minion is gone.

Alastor materializes next to him. "Tougher than you." He laughs. Adam dives for him, missing with each swing of the golden axe. "You lack discipline," he taunts, dodging, "control," he ducks behind my shield, "and worst?" He jumps into the air, getting larger and darker. His limbs and antlers grow in a mangled manner, and he's filled with green electricity. I'm frightened despite being on his side, never having seen such a terrifying side of him. "You're sloppy."

"And you're-fuck- fuck you! You red piece of- " Adam fails to get a sentence out as all the minions climb and attack him. "Shut up!" He shouts, throwing the last minion away. Alastor laughs, and grabs him with on of the tendrils, slamming him into the hotel sign. "Poetry." He taunts.

"I'm gonna wipe that shit eating grin off your face, cause radio is fucking dead!" Adam flies above, swiping at the air with his axe. It creates a golden arc of power that meets Alastor before I can defend him. "What just happened?" I'm horrified at the lack of radio static in his voice, he looks wildly panicked. He looks down and sees the broken staff. "Ffffuck."

Adam goes to swing his axe into Alastor's chest, and I'm too late. Alastor flies back, crying out in pain. He leans into the wall, bleeding, ears pinned back, but still smiling. Adam readies another blow, but I'm faster this time. "No!" I'm in just in time to block it with the shield. With a battle cry, I drive the spear into the arm wielding the axe. He dodges only enough to merely graze the arm. It's still enough to piss him off majorly. He growls in rage, and blindly attacks only for me to ram the shield into him. He falls to his back, and I stand over him with the point of my spear to his throat. 

"You come into our home, attack our friends, and expect us to take it lying down? You're more pathetic then anyone here." I spit vehemently. I go to drive the point into him, but he manages to grab it from me, and throws it with enough force to take me with it. He flies above me, but I roll away quick enough for his axe to meet the floor. However, he just reaches over and claws my chest with his hand. I gasp for breath, wheezing with pain. The cuts are shallow, but disable me enough for him to wrap his hand around my throat. He slams my body into the ground then lifts me into the air. "I've had enough of you disgraceful vermin."

My vision is fading, the blood is pounding in my ears. I claw at the glowing hand around my neck. I can't die. He'll kill Alastor, he'll kill the everyone. Without warning, I drop to ground, making all my wounds sting. I gasp for breath. Why my vision clears again, I see why. Alastor attacked Adam. And Adam saw it coming. "No...no, no. Alastor no." I mutter. Alastor's plunged my blade through Adam's chest, but Adam's axe is in embedded in the Radio Demons side. They both seem surprised at the outcome. "Radio's not dead." Alastor insists. Adam falls over, dead, while Alastor falls to his knees. The sickening smile on his face doesn't hide the sheer pain in his eyes.

I run to him, dropping to my knees to match his height, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Alastor, no, no, no, no, no, no. We can fix this, okay, you're gonna be fine, we can..." My voice dies away, turning into small sobs. "Don't cry, my dear. You're never fully dressed without a smile." He says half heartedly. "Why, Alastor? We could of... I'm not.... You needed to protect all of them, not me." He laughs weakly. "But I did, didn't I? And I protected you in the process."

"I suppose that makes you the most powerful demon I know." I tell him softly. He laughs quietly. "The great Alastor Altruist died for his friends." He slumps into me, eyes closing shut, but still ever smiling. I don't care about the oozing blood, I pull him tight against me hoping it's somehow a comfort. The war falls deaf in my ears, I only hear his breath slowing, slowing, and stop. I scream in anguish, the sound drowned out by the heat of battle still surrounding me. I need to end this.

I stand slowly, and rip the axe from Alastor's flesh. I take it over to Adam's body. I look down in disgust and spit on him. With a final cry of rage, I lift the axe over my head and slam it down onto his neck to decapitate his body. I grab the head by his hair, and I walk to the side of the building, holding my prize for everyone to see. "Adam is dead!" I declare. The exorcists look on in horror, cries of shock and grief rising among their ranks. "Adam is dead! Retreat! All exorcists fall back!" Their commander orders. The angels go back from which they came, and my friends all look at me with triumph and awe. I can't match their enthusiasm, only feeling hollow and tired. How was I going to tell them what happened? 

[anisespice]

“ PARTY AT A RICH DUDE’S HOUSE ”

synopsis: after getting dumped, your friends propose you crash his house-party and completely wreck the place using the guise of the rambunctious partygoers as cover. little did you know, someone's been watching you.

warnings: mature language, mentions of violence, vandalism, suggestive undertones, MDI. tesla slander(?) hate those cars so so so much. i honestly don't know, i think this one's pretty tame :))

notes: kesha lives rent free in my head lol. also got inspired by that scene from the movie “bottoms” where they blow up the douchbag’s car >:))) not sure how i feel about it :// but it was fun to write helped with writer's block sooo hope you enjoy!!

notes ii: yall WHY WON'T WORDS WORD ANYMORE I-

It wasn’t difficult infiltrating the party. With all the commotion pouring inside and out, people taking full advantage of their host’s endless bounds of resources and bottomless pockets, blending in was a snap. Immediately, your senses were overwhelmed with the stench of sweat and bad decisions. Smoke clouded your vision as did the rumbling bass of the music, the music rattling you to where you could feel it in your bones.

An annoyance builds every time a partygoer bumped into you as you sifted through the crowds, driving you to start elbowing and shoulder-checking everyone around you. You received stank looks and slurred curses, but it merely molded with the rest of the noise surrounding you.

They were all basically there to celebrate your misery, so fuck them.

Even though you were on the prowl for the douche-nozzle himself to give him a piece of your mind, at some point you got caught up with various cups of who know's what in your hand, downing them like a fish out of water. You welcomed the delightful burn as it rolled down your esophagus, seeping into the wounds of your broken heart, and right into your stomach like a hot stone. You fought back the urge to vomit fire, body vibrating as you mentally set your mission on a different course...the garage.

“Y’know, that’d go a lot quicker if you used this.” 

You yelped. Nearly slipping off of the cyber truck you were currently jumping on you regained balance in the last second, crouching down to slap your hands on the cool metal to steady yourself. While attempting to put a dent through the aluminum foil-ass top, you failed to notice your lone audience member chilling in a corner of the 10-car garage. How long he’d been standing there, you had no idea. All you knew was you had about four seconds to either teleport or hightail it to the nearest exit before he got a good look at your face.

“Shitshitshit,” you hissed, hurriedly and clumsily sliding down off the car, ready to book it. You really wished you hadn't drank as much before attempting to do this, but in your defense, you weren't expecting to have...company. However, as soon as your feet touched the floor, the stranger coaxed out to you with a free hand raised in peace, delaying your panicked scrambling. 

“Hey, hey, relax. Believe me, if I wanted to narc on you I would’ve done so when you lit those firecrackers off in the guest bathroom. Hilarious, by the way."

Your heart sunk. An uneasy feeling formed in the pit of your stomach, not sure whether to be relieved or devastated—Question is, why didn’t he tell anyone?

Remaining vigilant you peered over your shoulder at him, guard up. “Who're you?”

He raised a brow. “Pretty sure that’s my line, sweetheart.”

You glared, turning around fully to scrutinize him. From the way he was dressed—Designer from head to toe even if on the casual side, blinding Rolex on his wrist paired with a few rings, equally icy studs in his ears along with a thin, and golden chain rested upon his toned, inked chest—He had money, no doubt about it. Not too bad on the eyes either..

Shaking your head of that last thought, you scoffed, “Don’t call me that. ‘m not anyone’s ‘sweetheart’.”

He shrugged, coyly. “Be happy to fix that, if you’d like.”

“Do I look in the mood for funny shit?"

He chuckled, tilting his head. “Nah, 'course not. Look more like you’re itching to bust some more shit up. But, gotta say, how you’re going about it s’kinda redundant. Those things may look like they're made out of construction paper, but you’ll tire out before you even make single scratch. So.. figured you’d appreciate a more practical approach.”

Too preoccupied giving him the stank eye, you hadn't seen the weapon rested in his other hand. Once you set your eyes on it and allowed his words to fully register, they slowly widened. The stranger’s grin sharpened at your muted interest, flicking his wrist to spin the slab of metal around before resting it coolly on his shoulder.

"Ah, crazy girl’s in the mood now?"

Your curiosity morphed back into annoyance instantly at his cheeky comment. “I am not crazy.”

He hummed. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Look, smartass, I'll have you know that I have a very good reason—” you pointed, ready to dump hours of alcohol-fueled rage on this stranger, only for him to immediately extinguish it with a mere wave of his hand.

“And you can tell me all about it when we go out for dinner after this. You want the bat or not?"

You paused, confused. Flabbergasted, even. Did this fool just ask me out?, you thought. Maybe you were just a little bit too tipsy and misheard, so you let it slide for now. With a huff, you finally said, skeptically, "Why...are you helping me?"

The stranger merely shrugged once more, eyes coated in mischief as he gave another spin of the bat. "Doesn't every criminal need a henchman?"

BAJI, HANMA, kazutora, mikey, draken, most of toman really, rindou, ran, izana,[insert anyone else who would fit].

© 2024-2025 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

[gothamite-rambler]

Stephanie learning Riddler's actual name.

Spoiler (curious, tilting her head): Hey, since I'm meeting you again and you're putting up a fight I feel like we got time, I've been wondering: What's your actual name?

Riddler (taken aback, brows furrowing): What?

Spoiler (leaning in, genuinely asking): What is your government name? It's not Edward Nygma; that's like a goofy alias. What's your actual name?

Spoiler crossed her arms, waiting for a genuine answer. Riddler looked at Batman, but the man simply shrugged and chuckled dryly.

Riddler (sighing, slightly irritated): I don't want to waste time with this, but my birth name is Edward Nygma.

Spoiler shook her head, unconvinced.

Spoiler (enthusiastically): This isn't part of the interrogation, dude. You can be honest with me; this is 'off the record.'

Riddler (twitching eyebrow, frustrated): You're the third person in this guy's team to doubt me. My name is Edward Nygma!

Spoiler held up her hands and spun around slowly, laughing.

Spoiler (between laughs): Okay, I get it, you don't want to be honest because we're good guys and you're a sucky villain, but come on, quit playing. It's Edward Nelson or something, right? Why aren't you laughing?

Riddler shook with rage as he glared at the blonde, masked hero, his fists clenched at his sides.

Riddler (voice rising): It's Edward Nygma, dammit! E D W A R D space N Y G M A! I'm not joking; this isn't a riddle—this is my birth name!

Spoiler's arms dropped and her shoulders slumped in shock. She glanced at Batman, her eyes wide with bewilderment. He nodded, confirming the man was not joking.

Spoiler (trying not laugh): No, it's not.

Riddler (doubling down, defensive): It is.

Spoiler paused for a moment, tapping her chin, then laughed sardonically.

Spoiler (playfully challenging): No, it's not. It has to be Nashton or something because I refuse, I absolutely refuse to believe that your name is Edward Nygma. So when you write it out with the letters and a period, it's E dot Nygma!

Riddler (shouting, exasperated): IT IS! That's my name and yes when it's written like that it's enigma! It's clever!

Batman covered his mouth, continuing to chuckle silently as Spoiler continued the argument.

Spoiler (pointing, teasing): You never thought to change your name? Edward Nashton is less stupid. E. Nash? That could mean anything. E. Nygma? Were you planning to be a supervillain since childhood? Like, Batman, you're smarter than him—tell me the truth.

Riddler (placing a hand on his chest, offended): Smarter than me?

Batman (enjoying the banter, smirking): His legal name is Edward Nygma.

Spoiler blinked, silent for a second, and then threw her head back laughing hysterically.

Spoiler (gasping for breath): I'm sorry, no I'm not! You kept that name while doing this? Before you got caught, you were like, "Edward Nygma, yes they'll never know it's me. E. Nygma." Because later you would title a couple of cards like that, and I thought it was fake—that there was no way it'd be that flipping stupid.

Riddler crossed his arms, clenching his jaw in rage.

Riddler (defensively): It is not a stupid name! My mother named me Edward!

Spoiler (mocking, giggling): And you kept the last name Nygma, you big dummy! I can't breathe; he's so stupid!

Spoiler wiped tears from her eyes.

Riddler (frustrated): Can you tell her to quit mocking me?!

Batman (smirking): Nah, she's on a roll so far.

Spoiler (excitedly, fueled by her laughter): Awesome, let me cook! Edward, you should change your name to Perry Uzzle. P. Uzzle!

Riddler (enraged, throwing his hands up): Uzzle isn't even a last name!

Spoiler (smirking, unwavering): Neither is Nygma! Oh, but wait—you have a Y instead of an I because your family wanted to stand out. At least Harley's name is Harley Quinn, that's immediately leaning towards clown stuff, but your name... Okay, I know this douche nozzle, Cluemaster, better at game show traps than this mess, and his civilian name is Arthur Brown. Not Alex Trebek!

Riddler (furious, near breaking point): All right, fuck you. I'm done. Batman, I'll talk, but get me away from her!

Batman (nodding knowingly): On it. She's been wanting to ask that for a while, and she earned it tonight.

Riddler (grumbling): At my expense? I hate heroes so much.

Spoiler (with mock sincerity): Did we hurt your feelings? What is the most obvious name for a puzzle-solving villain for 500, Alex?

Riddler tried to jump at Spoiler, but Batman held him back while smiling. Spoiler waved, smirking behind her mask, delighting in the chaos of the moment.

[supertrxshwrites]

Bruises

Pairing:Deadpool x Reader

TW//blood mention, knife,gun, violence,

Part II

You have finally made it home after that awful date, I mean seriously the guy could’ve told you he had a girlfriend and saved you the trouble and drama. You unlocked the door and something felt off immediately, you closed the door dropped your purse, and readied your knife. Someone’s in your house.

You were sure you locked everything before leaving you even triple-checked. So how the hell could someone be here right now? Your heart was pounding from the adrenaline you were feeling, palms getting clammy but you made sure to keep a proper grip on your weapon and your breathing.

You knew once you turned on the lights you were in for it.

“Whoever you are, I promise I will fuck you up so come out now.” You yelled into the darkness of your house.

From the silence, you heard a blade unsheathe and that’s when you turned on the lights. You both made eye contact once you saw the crimson-clad man you felt your teeth clench.

You moved in unison almost like a dance you’ve done before, with your least favorite dance partner.

You ran past the couch away from him but before you could make it to your room to get your gun from the safe he was grabbing you. You swiped at him with your knife gutting a large gash into his bicep.

He winced and you took that as a chance to run away but he was too fast grabbing you again and pulling you to the ground. You wrestled and protested as he straddled you.

“Let me go…Let go-“ you screamed angrily.

You tried to sit up but he pushed you down as he gripped your neck, you tried again and this time there was some force, some anger behind it as he slammed you down again.

“You’re a feisty one Y/N I mean really givin’ a guy a workout,” he said as he put his entire weight on you, squeezing your throat.

“Get the fuck off of me, Wade” you spat back at him

“Hmm I don’t think so..ya see, pumpkin” he leaned down so his face was close to yours.

“I couldn’t help but keep tabs on you after you ghosted me. Lo and behold you’re going out on your own using everything I’ve taught you.” His voice becomes dark and you can tell he’s angry now.

“I’m not a big fan of that, especially in my color” he slides his knife up to your throat

“You’re not gonna kill me, Wade”

“Of course not sugarplum, I mean even if I wanted to I can’t, but I can still try even with that healing factor of yours I can make it hurt.” You knew what was coming next as you rolled your eyes

“I’m not doing this, Wade” your tone exasperated at what he was implying

“Awe come on doll, you’re my favorite mouse to chase” You can hear the smirk in his tone as he stabs the knife right next to your ear on the floor.

You try to squirm but he’s cemented himself on top of you.

“Wade. I’m going to kick your ass”

“Oh ho ho ho bring it on, cupcake,” he says as he leaps off of you.

You lunge at him stabbing your knife into his thigh and twisting it. He flips you onto your back and pulls the knife out of his leg flips it in his hand and goes to stab you but it goes through your hand instead.

“Baby knife!”

“Fuck!” You groan as you kick him off of you before doing a kip-up, pulling the knife from your hand.

“Look Wade I get it. I was the best you’ve ever had and now you’re obsessed but it’s time for you to move-“

You run towards him and wrap your legs around him knocking him to the ground and straddling him so you’re sitting on his chest as you punch him.

“-On!” You finish.

“I admit the sex was mind-blowing, peanut but you sound a little full of yourself maybe you need to be full of me instead”

He quips before pulling out his gun while he’s underneath you and cocking it before going to shoot you in the ribs.

“Look babycakes, maybe I’ve been doing a bit of light stalking and maybe I’ve noticed you’ve been going on dates with douche nozzles that only want you for your body” he sounds sincere but at the same time, you wonder why he’s been watching you. Is it jealousy?

Standing up you brush some hair from your face impressed that you’re doing all this in a dress. You pull another knife from your garter on your thigh

“Ho ho ho it’s like you were made for me. Damn”

He motions for you to come here with his hand.

You run towards him pushing him into your recliner by the couch. He pulls the lever making the both of you dip down.

“Come on, babygi- OW son of a shit-biscuit” he yells as you press your knife into his stomach.

“WHY are you here Wade?” You ask again as you twist the knife.

“I’m not telling,” he says in a sing-songy tone. You push the knife deeper to the point the handle is halfway through his stomach and there’s blood spilling onto your hand.

“Now. Tell me NOW.” You’re fed up with this game of cat and mouse. You punch him where the knife has been lost in a sea of red spilling from his stomach.

“Now kitten it’s almost like you’re trying to hurt me,” he says teasing you through clenched teeth. He wraps his leg around your torso pushing off of him and onto the ground again. Slamming a knee into your chest, you cough and you can taste copper on your tongue. Blood filling your mouth.

He quickly pulls out a katana and holds it against your throat the blade is so sharp it draws blood with the slight contact it makes with your skin. You quickly grab one of his guns from his hip pointing it at him.

There’s silence as you both stare at each other, huffing out of breath from the combat. Weapons drawn at each other.

“You’re fucking crazy, Y/N,” he says not moving an inch.

You smile at him blood on your teeth as you try to catch your breath.

“You love it, Wade,” you say with a wheeze.

“Sounds like I broke one of your ribs huh” he says out of breath

“I’ll live,” you say turning your head to the side and spitting the blood on the floor

“Get off me Wade,” you say out of breath, exhausted. Blood drying on your lips, and you can feel bruises forming and healing slowly.

“No.” He says with a smirk as he drops his katana on the floor.

“Stop fighting me Y/N” he sounds tired but he lifts his mask and leans down and kisses your bloody mouth. He sighs before rolling off of you and onto his knees to stand up. He grabs his katana and sheaths it on his back.

you lay on the floor for a while dreading the ache you’ll feel once you get up. you’re also dreading the clean-up you’ll have to do tomorrow.

( I’ve been thinking about writing this since I opened up requests. I NEEDED to write this)

[onegianthotmess]

I’m thinking back to that moment where the MC meets Leona and he fucking SNIFFS them-

Like, I get that he’s a lion and he has a good nose, but I was so creeped out by it. But it was probably instinct for him to do it since, again, Leona is a lion.

But imagining my Yuusona, Amelia, going through that is so funny-

Leona: *sniffing the air around Amelia for magic*

Amelia: WHAT THE FUCK-!??!??

Amelia: *clocks Leona in the nose*

Leona: *groaning and holding his now bleeding and broken nose* WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!!?

Amelia: WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME WHY YOU WERE SNIFFING A TEENAGE GIRL, YOU CREEPY CAT!!!!!

Leona: YOU DON’T GIVE OFF A SCENT OF MAGIC, YOU NUTCASE!!!!

Amelia: WELL, MAYBE DON’T START SNIFFING MINORS WHEN YOU ALREADY KNOW SOMETHING, YOU DOUCHE NOZZLE!!!

Leona: WHAT THE FUCK!!?!?!

Ruggie: Leona! I’ve been looking everywhere fo-

Leona & Amelia: NOT NOW, FUCK OFF!!!

Ruggie: O-O"

[unknownbard]

Out of context vampyr AU - Chapter 6 preview

Lena: How long does it take to load a damn crossbow, Kara? Kara: Well, maybe if someone hadn’t tackled me like a linebacker, it’d be ready! Lena: Don’t you dare pin this on me. Kara: These tentacles are absolutely, totally your fault by proxy, you little sicko. Lena: Pardon me? Kara: Listen, I don’t need the details of what you and that douche nozzle were up to when you dated, but it’s clear he took inspiration from something. Lena: Crossbow. Now.

[slayerkitty]

What Happened to Non?

All right. We've all been talking about what happened to Non since the show started - in a "something bad obviously happened, they obviously did something to him, not sure if they killed him but..." way.

I've been doing something thinking during my re-watching with @shannankle about what this group of antagonistic idiots did to Non (regardless of intention) and I has a clown theory. *puts on clown hat and starts smearing on the make-up*

One of the things that @shannankle and I did for fun was actually go back and watch the pilot trailer for DFF, just to see if they kept any of it or similar scenes in the show. As is typical for pilot trailers, almost none of it has translated over to the actual show, other than they share a similar vibe and the relationships (PheeJin and TeeWhite). But what I found interesting is what happened to Non in the pilot trailer.

Trigger Warning: Character is tied up/kidnapped/forcibly stripped

These absolute douche nozzles stripped Non to his boxers, tied him up, and left him (possibly unconscious) on a rooftop. Now, I'm not a doctor, and I have limited knowledge on the health risks of this, but I would say IT'S PROBABLY NOT GOOD. Dehydration, sunburn, heat stroke, etc. Also, I'm sure it would be demeaning and humiliating to Non.

Now, do I think that's what they did to Non in the show? No.

Do I think they might do something similar? Yes.

Will they take Non out to the woods, strip him and tie him up? No.

But will they drug him, make him think he's being chased by the killer from their movie, and then attacked by the killer and then leave him alone out in the woods while tripping? Yeah, I think they might.

When the show first starts, the opening scene is Jin and Non running out the side door and into the woods. They're terrified. Jin pulls on Non several times to direct him toward the shrine in the woods and then abandons Non at the shrine to run off. Non is then "attacked" the killer, and blood splatters in his face.

Why do I think they drugged Non? Because in episode 2, in the closet when White finds the antenna and the knife, he also finds an empty vial. It looks prescription and like it's maybe been there for a while (three years, possibly?).

What a great prank it would be, wouldn't it, to convince Non that they're actually being stalked by the killer Non created for their script. Drug his drink, Tee slips on the costume, everyone freaks out and Jin leads Non into the woods before running off. Harmless right?

Except that none of them ever saw Non again. He disappeared. They don't know if he's alive, or if what they did contributed to his death somehow.

I don't know if the show is going to have Non live or not. I can see both options as viable. But there is no doubt in my mind that they drugged and tortured Non with his own creation under the guise that it was all a prank.

(gif by @ging-ler)