#evil person by the door?

[hunting-songs]

“WHAT?!?!” | Okay, this sounds absurdly hilarious. If it is setted in the Yorkshin arc, she will only find a switchblade. However, in the Succession Contest arc, he also carries a handgun (because of course, they are so calm and relaxed in the Black Whale that they have time and desire to succumb to their base instincts xD). Now, do we want it to become completely absurd? Why not unite everything? Then he would carry his full equipment: bokken, knives, shuriken, switchublade, handgun. To hell with logic.

A Scene: Our Muses are eagerly stripping each other and are clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each others clothing. They keep unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ridiculous amounts of hidden guns | knives and other weapons as the clothes come off- It starts killing the mood.

Send “ANOTHER?!?!” for your Muse (Sended the Ask) to find another weapon on my Muse (Reciever) !

Send “WHAT?!?!” for my Muse (Reciever) to find another weapon on your Muse (Sended the Ask) !

Senritsu had waited for the knock on her hotelrooms door since the head of the family she had been send to serve as a walking-lying-detector for in the last few weeks, had met with Light Nostrade in the Hotel to discuss further collaborations.

Senritsu had waited for the knock on her hotelrooms door since she had saw her friends standing behind Light Nostrade and during the negotiations Basho had winked at her friendly, barely noticeable, still with a heartbeat calm and honestly happy about seeing his friend again.

Senritsu had waited for the knock on her hotelrooms door since she had spend the rest of the day in a small, dark room without windows to lie after lie after lie after lie.

Senritsu had waited for the knock on her hotelrooms door since she had heard Kurapikas heartbeat carried in a walking tempo up the stairs up to the floor the room was on.

The woman had stopped the hot water running in her hotelrooms brathrooms tub when she had heard the other before her rooms door and she was laughing happily, almost relieved the moment she finally heard that knock she had waited for the whole day.

"Come in-",the musician hummed and took Kurapikas hands into her smaller ones, for a second, just for a second, here was the coolness of chains beneath her fingertips cold like the icy weather outside numbing her fingers, but the second passed as fast as it came and than there was only Kurapikas warm hands: "-I had spend all day listening to liars in a of cold sweat stinking, tiny room." She pulled him gently into her room and the noise of the door falling closed in their backs was barely hearable, almost not there at all over the melody of Kurapikas heartbeat that she had missed so much: "Help me wash off the smell and then tell me all the history -facts you know about specifically this city, so I can listen for once to someone not lying, yes?" The damp from the hot bathwater already sneaked through the open bathroomdoor into the small hotelroom, muffling their voices and every noise like a blanket.

"How are you?", was barely hearable over the rustling of Senritsus blouse beeing pulled over her head. "Did you slept well?" the woman hummed against the others lips soft like a breath when she helped to slip off Kurapikas blazer. "How are the others do-?" The blazer fell with a much too heavy noise on the carpet of the hotelroom and Senritsu flinched like a by a sudden noise startled mouse. Blinking with eyes as big as plates she peered past the mans face down to the blazer under which she could now see the metal of the handgun shimmering on the low eveninglight falling inside the small room. "...Alright. I should not be suprised.", Senritsu muttered to herself and ran a small hand through Kurapikas hair gently; she had pulled him down enough to kiss him and balanced backwards on the far tip of her toes towards the bathroom where the tub was waiting for them.

The one hand that had rested on the mans hip helped to pull a switchblade from one of his pockets to just place it on the near table with a metallic noise that Senritsu did not bothered to listen to, when he was so much more important.

Her small fingers nimbly opned the buttons of the mans shirt, feeling his hand warm and gentle and teasingly move down to the clasps of her bustier on her back. Whatever she wanted to say was drowned by the sudden loud "THUNK" of two shuriken falling out of Kurapikas halfopned shirt on the carpet. Senritsu almost jump back so the weapons would not fall on her toes and she would have just stumbled over backwards if it would not have been for Kurapikas hand on her back. The woman blinked down on the floor, a confused smile curling around her stark frontteeth: "...okay, No, I am not asking questions."

Humming a sweet song Senritsu pulled Kurapika back down to her, listening to the rustling of her bustier pulled off her arms and falling on the floor, listening to the melody of his lips running over her forehead, her cheek, her nose down to her lips, listening to the orechestra of noises that were the change of sounds when they finally reached the bathroom and the tiles beneath made their hectic steps echo loudly.

The sound of a the switchblade in the back of Kurapikas trouserspocket hitting the ground made Senritsu giggle into his mouth.

But it was his shirt that when finally slipped off fell down on the tiled floor with a wooden, hollow noise that was a very good proof for the bokken he had carried on the back of his shirt, that made Senritsu shriek in sudden laughter.

The metallic noise of the knife he had carried in a pocket on the inside of his shirt hitting the tiled ground, turned the giggle into a laughter between long, deep kisses.

A second later the woman pulled back her hands from the others shoulders and hastily clapped them before her mouth, laughing so loudly she needed all her body-control to not just fall backwards over the edge of the bathtube still with her leggings on. "ah-I-I am sorry-", the woman muttered between uncontrolably giggles and felt laughingtears run down her cheeks as hot as the damp of the bathwater hanging in the bathrooms air heavily. Whatever fear and tension had build up in the last few weeks in which she had worked as a walking-lying-detector fell off her shoulders like a too heavy coat and she just sat there, giggling lightly, softly, quietly, as if she was for the first time in weeks breathing freely: "I am sorry, its not funny, I am not laughing about you, but how do you even manage to carry so many-this is just ridicul-"

The laughter promptly stopped when she heard a faint, so faint, knocking on the door and her head snapped around in the direction of the open batroomsdoor oposite of the closed hotelrooms door like the head of a dog catching a certaine scenttrace.

[ @skarletchains ]

[fromtheseventhhell]

"It's normal for siblings to fight" Okay well it's not normal to be extremely classist and look down on your sister for being non-conforming. Or to go to the woman who ordered the death of your pet to tell her about your father's plans, when he specifically warned you against doing so, because you want to marry the boy you saw attack your sister and her friend (contributing partially to said father's death and your sister being unable to escape on the ship he chartered). Or to think of your sibling as unsatisfactory in comparison to another when you believe her to be dead. I notice that none of the "Sansa and Arya are going to reunite and instantly have no issues" crowd ever acknowledge any of this, which makes it seem like they don't actually believe what they say about their relationship being normal and easily reconciled. People wanting them to have no issues simply because they're siblings is another example of how fandom likes to flatten complex characters and relationships. They get reduced to being bickering siblings when their conflict runs deeper than that. If the author is telling you that they have "deep issues" to work out [X], I don't understand being so adamant about ignoring said issues. I also get the sense it's about ignoring the capacity for a certain character to be flawed, but that isn't going to change the fact that her "slip of the tongue" is very likely to be revealed and a source of further conflict 🤷🏾‍♀️

[izzyizzybobizzy]

[hecksupremechips]

God every day I think about Akane’s breakdown in door 3 because there really is no correct way to interpret that and every possibility makes me crazy. Like she sees this fucked up corpse whom Junpei (and the player, depending on how they play) believes is their friend Snake, but she knows that it’s Guy X. It’s a man she very intentionally put in the game for this very purpose, so that he could die horrifically and be displayed for everyone to see. And she has a full mental breakdown over being trapped in this room with the corpse, being trapped by Junpei, to the point where she rips out her hair and starts bleeding from how much she bangs on the door screaming to get out. And fuck, there’s so many possibilities like

Akane could be feeling genuine terror over the sight of the body, and with that remorse. She made this happen, she wanted this to happen, and now she’s forced to quite literally watch the damage she’s caused unfold. She can detach herself from his murder easily in other timelines where she doesn’t have to look at it, and she can sleep easy knowing that her hands are technically clean because she didn’t do the literal killing. But she can’t do that here, and she has to face the fact that not only did she happily cause this death, she failed her mission. She isn’t going to survive, and now this man is dead for nothing and everything is her fault

On the other hand, her entire breakdown could be completely fabricated in order to keep playing the role of the damsel in distress who is so innocent that the very sight of blood drives her to insanity. The interesting part about this is that if she could fake such a horrific breakdown, just how much of her personality a facade? We know she wants revenge, for everyone from Cradle to feel even an ounce of the pain she and so many others went through, but we don’t get to see the extent of how much she feels this way. We never hear directly from Akane about her feelings on any of the original organizers, just her note about her desire to punish them. She hates them, but does she see their deaths as a necessary evil, or does she feel joy and satisfaction at watching them go? It’s absolutely horrifying not knowing, not being able to see her true feelings, not knowing just how real or fake she is, the extent of her madness. Perhaps she doesn’t even know that herself

IN OTHER WORDS, it’s fucked

[restinpeacesensei]

i am so thrilled every time i see a kanji combination i don't know in the japanese otoge i am playing and i am able to type the word into the translator bc i vaguely recognize the kanji from other words

e.g. 怪我 and i type "kaijin" 怪人 (as in "monster") to get the first kanji and "warera" 我ら (as in "we are caerula adamas!") to get the second, and then i find out it's "kega" (injury) (i learned both of these other words from boueibu) there were actually 8 kanji in the sentence and i only had to look up 1 of them bc i knew one phrase from pokemon. i am SO excited

[couriernine]

I'm obsessed with Dong-soo having this huge framed picture of his family, everyone in the picture either being dead or having left him. He's just stuck forever in this prison of memories he made for himself but he's achieved his dream of being rich and respected so he keeps going

[dykepaldi]

got 12clara on the brain do we all agree the cloisters confession involved them having some sort of time lord psychic exchange

idk if this is something other people have thought about, obviously they said they love each other normal style as well but i feel like there arent gonna be any words that could scratch the surface of the Everything

itd be the most emotionally intense thing either of them had ever experienced like 1000 acid trips at once but all that remains of it in the doctor’s mind is a beautiful song. clara, on the other hand, gets 4.5 billion years worth of suffering beamed into her mind in a matter of seconds and goes absolutely batshit insane (moreso than she already was)

[wickershells]

can't wait until my brother moves out next month

[californiaquail]

today at work i had to listen to my coworkers talk about how they're still feeling so sick and how they've never been so tired in their life after pretending covid is just a cold the other day and then later they started talking about how intensely they hate homeless people as if that's a normal way to act. also (separately) i got bitched at for not operating the washing machine at seamless maximum efficiency. dude i don't even get any benefits besides potentially discounted veterinary services

[gumdropgamespot]

Bro. Every time I try to be mean to my sims I fail. Miserably.

[ophelia-thinks]

But one must go beyond encircling flames. Ancestor worship is a process. The exact nature of the relationship between an ancestor and their descendant is always to be determined. The sun on the wall, to the right of the mirror, is hot, and in the shape of a portrait, from which individual personality has been effaced.

Brandon Shimoda, Hydra Medusa

[stinkrascal]

the parents on tiktok who live in the tiny homes/RV living or whatever should die. i just saw one video where this mom of two kids is showing off her tiny house and she makes her teenage children share a room in the loft and it doesnt even have a door, the loft is completely open for anyone to walk in and see??? seriously i cannot imagine being a teenager and having to share a cramped space with my siblings AND not having any privacy at all bc theres no door or walls. all the while the parents in that video had a full, closed-in master bedroom with doors AND a closed-in home office that also had a door. like why do the parents get two doors and the kids get no doors??? why do parents get privacy but the children dont lmao i hate the tiny living trend i really really do

[perseidipity]

Hello I am alive. I haven't really drawn much since August due to BG3 brainrot (and this month I've been learning how to mod the game) but this morning my brain decided I wasn't allowed to look at computer screens so I did a little sketch of Shel. She was originally supposed to be like a miniboss for a friend's campaign but it never happened so I ended up making her in BG3.

[allthatdivides2]

every night i ask myself. do i watch a horror movie or do i play minecraft. and the decision is impossible every time

[memoriescut]

fandom calling pudding selfish for what she did at the end of wci don't understand the nuances of being an absolute gaslight gatekeep girlboss who can't help but be messy to further the plot

[simplyghosting]

So glad that we trained our dogs because while I was running around like a headless chicken I apparently didn’t realize I didn’t shut the front door all the way and so when I came in 10 minutes later from the back door they were just waiting by the open door staring out waiting for permission to leave like thank God they’re the goodest boys I thought my heart was going to stop