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highlifeboat · 1 year ago
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Bela when she finally decides to have that nice warm bloodbath to relax a little, only for a maid to walk in on her by accident without knocking (Mother says it's unladylike to eat food in the bath, frankly, Bela doesn't care in this instance. She won't abide by such rudeness.)
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marantis · 3 days ago
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Got my hands freshly covered in blood, anyone want their face cradled?
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mohntilyet · 1 month ago
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about illario working with the venatori, we can't forget that elgar'nan gifted him blood magic, so I do think that he somewhat influenced him and that's why he's so much more vindictive and jealous in comparison to tevinter nights. I don't mean that he's being mind controlled, but it's a bit like cyrian, a god just amplifying those negative emotions in you and promising power and glory can push a person to that edge and to make stupid af decisions.
im also not forgetting that zara line in inner demons where she talks about an envy demon. like. why an envy demon in specific...there's THINGS between zara and illario that were not shown
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no literally if you get me talking about illario + envy + the possibility of getting him possessed, you will have me here for fucking ever. a non mage doing blood magic (any magic at all) is really weird and interesting to me and i don’t remember an example of this happening before (feel free to correct me tho lol. i’m discounting possessions and dwarves)
i had started wildly theorising after bloodbath that he had been possessed and he was tapping into the fade using an envy demon. especially like you said, zara mentions it, AND because i swear there’s a codex in the ossuary where it mentions an envy demon whereas spite is obviously determination, right? so i thought it was a breadcrumb trail to a big “illario is being influenced and doesn’t even know” reveal— same as you anon like great minds am i right— but i’m not sure there is actually any evidence of that lol. like maybe if you squint but i do believe it was explained away by “oh yeah, and elgarnan let him do special blood magic”
it does also make sense to me that illario can only control lucanis, due to being part of the same family. a bloodline thing, and it is very poetic to me that their shared family connection in caterina is what allows him to control lucanis, even for a moment lol. spite being the extra magical boost that lucanis needs to block that out ALSO makes sense to me so i’m not too fussed abt these details lol🤔
the envyllario in my heart also gets spectral weapons for himself. lucanis gets wings, illario gets talons, PLUS green-purple are complementary colors so it would have been really fun to see them clash with their spirit/demon-powers. the talon thing is also a kind of reflection of his end-goal desire, how envy demons already have those freaky hands, and it manifests as claws and is a much more aggressive, strength-augmenting manifestation (as opposed to manoeuvrability and speed-augmenting that spite’s wings give lucanis.) anyways that's what the diagram above is supposed to be (this is extremely hot to me)
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therogueduchess · 7 months ago
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Wowwwww I love my period so much I love putting in a Super tampon that should be good for 6-8 hours and stopping at a rest stop 5 hours later for a stretch and a pee and some water because I’m feeling a little dizzy and finding a veritable bloodbath in my undercarriage to the point that I am calling down blessing on Past Me for stashing extra panties in my bag Not That I’ll Need It Because I Have Plenty Of Time And Supplies But Just In Case
Good fortune too unto the woman in the bathroom who confirmed the miracle of no blood on my sundress, and to my eldest son who was chill while I ranted
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ozzgin · 1 year ago
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Hello, i wanted to ask you for a part 2 about the female predator from earth.
I wanted to know if you could write about the courting process with which male ? The gifts, show of power, that they are capable of producing and protect pups ... And one day reader has her first heat because before she didn't have potential mate. She's all sweet, affectionate and vulnerable, and that is total opposite of the typical female in heat who is dominant and fight her partner. How ours sexy hunters react and do ???
And expect me to soon ask a part 3 with a pregnant female 😁.
Bye, thanks for reading this.
Assuming the courting happens simultaneously I have a feeling it’d end in a bloodbath, so the harem shall be at distanced intervals for the time being.
Various Predators x Predator! Reader Headcanons: Courting
Featuring the previous Predators (Feral, Elite, Bad Blood and Berserker) but with a more detailed description of their courting process. Time to pick your baby daddy. TW: Dubious consent again.
Part 1: Meeting
Part 2: Courting
Part 3: Mating
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Feral Predator is the most respectful and approachable of the lot. After all, he’s the one that introduced you to your lost heritage. His communion with nature and tradition shapes his beliefs of sacred respect towards the opposite gender. You’re the bringer of Life and his purpose is to serve you. He enjoys impressing you with his agile hunting prowess. He has perfectly adapted to Earth and if you desire to remain here, he is the only one that can provide for you. But don’t rush to assume he wouldn’t do well anywhere else. His blood is that of noble survival, relying on raw, primitive instinct and intelligence. He is not bound to technology or modern aids, just pure skill. Your lineage will have its success guaranteed under his watch. Feral Predator is briefly taken aback upon seeing your sudden affection, but he’s quick to figure out why you’re acting like this. At this point he may know your body even better than you do. No worries, he will show you the ropes. He will lead everything.
Elite Predator would very much like to simply scoop you up and return you to Yautja Prime. Though spending the rest of his life with a resentful wife doesn’t sound too fun, so he’ll have to make an extra effort to convince you. What do you even need convincing for? Truly, it must be your human background that stops you from seeing the obvious facts. He hasn’t been ranked Elite for nothing. He’s a veteran of the battlefield and has proven his worth plenty of times. You cannot possibly find someone better when it comes to guarding and training the offspring. He’s ready to put an end to your stubbornness when he notices your abrupt neediness. This it not how it usually goes and he’s unsure of how to proceed, but maybe this will serve as the final proof that you must choose him as your partner. Do yourself a favor and accept the given truth. There’s no one else for you.
The fugitive Bad Blood isn’t one to care much for approvals. Or morals, for that matter. Your protests are mere foreplay to him, although a little bit of compliance every now and then wouldn’t hurt. In that case he doesn’t mind threatening you with the lives of your little human caregivers. So you can be good and agree that he’s the best choice for a partner, or he himself can help you with your reluctance. Give you a little push. Oh, don’t make that face. Your parents would’ve agreed! There’s a whole universe to explore and you’re held back by pitiful attachments to creatures that don’t even matter. Once you accept him as your mate, you won’t need anything else. That’s a promise. It’ll be you, him, and the future sucklings as proof of your bond. There’s a reason he’s managed to survive for so long all alone: he’s strong. So really, it’s better to have him on your side rather than your opponent. Especially when you’re so vulnerable.
The Berserker doesn’t need to rely on threats or persuasion. He prefers to let his raw power and aggression speak for themselves. He knows that you can tell the difference: he’s a different breed altogether, stronger and bigger. Why would you willingly settle for less, when you can have the best of the best? You wouldn’t deny your future younglings the superior genes of survival. If you become his mate, you’ve sealed your success whether on Earth or any other Planet. As much as he enjoys your feisty, stubborn side, he finds your heated clinginess an addicting stroke to his ego. Your displays of affection are borderline pathetic, but that’s fine because it’s for his eyes only. See, you have the privilege of being as vulnerable as you wish with him as your protector. So go ahead and beg for his attention. He’ll be happy to comply.
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ichorai · 2 years ago
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the scientist & the assassin ; natasha romanoff.
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read part two ; afterlife.
pairing ; natasha romanoff x gn!scientist!reader
synopsis ; fragments of time with your girlfriend, soon-to-be-wife, natasha.
words ; 4.4k
themes ; fluff, mild angst, established relationship, scientist au
warnings / includes ; a bit of cursing, blood/injury, set before civil war era, avengers found family trope idec, sexual innuendos, bucky and sam annoying reader lol, steve being an absolute sweetheart, mentions of fire, liho cameo, mentions of yelena
main masterlist.
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JANUARY.
Small sparks flew up from the welding torch as you worked the blue flame over the metal, eyes narrowed with concentration. It was a delicate process, and you were taking extra caution not to mess the process up. You were building new protective gear on Nick Fury’s request, and had to make sure that it was without fault. 
Your girlfriend of three years, however, clearly had other plans. Natasha was leaning against your workbench, brows quirked as she repeated the question that had flown right over your head in the midst of your fixation.
You hastily turned the fire off and shoved the protective welding mask away from your face so you could properly look at her. “Huh? Did you say something?”
Natasha rolled her eyes, though not without a ghost of a grin to her lips. With a sigh, she asked the question for a third time. “I know you’re busy making all your little gizmos and gadgets… but are you coming to Tony’s party?”
A beat of silence. You blinked in confusion. It was only then did you realize that your girlfriend was all dressed up, face dolled up with flawless makeup, donned in a silken, viridescent dress that complimented her figure beautifully. “What party?”
“The annual New Years’ party—Tony’s asked you to come a million times. You’re not gonna leave me all alone with him, are you?” Natasha asked, walking closer to you until her nose was only an inch from yours, placing her hands on the lapels of your lab coat, tugging you closer.
A gulp lodged in your throat. “No, ma’am,” you murmured, lips dipping forward to catch hers. 
She leaned back before you could, however, tilting her head expectedly. There was a playful glint to the deep green of her irises. “Go get ready, then. I already laid out a matching outfit for you to save you the hassle. Who knows… maybe we can leave a bit early too…”
Before she could finish her sentence, you were already shirking off your white coat, hurrying out of the laboratory to get changed for the party. Natasha couldn’t help the amused smile gracing the corner of her lips as she watched you scramble away.
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FEBRUARY.
Blood dripped from her cheek. Her hair, her dress, her legs. She was drenched in it.
A shuddering sigh of exhaust fell from her split lips. She gingerly slipped out of her heels, holding the two of them in one hand and walking up to the house barefoot.
“Nat,” you whispered in part-horror, part-concern at her bloodied state when you swung the door open.
“It’s not mine,” she hoarsely mumbled, slipping past you, bee-lining towards the bathroom, in dire need of some cleaning.
Her eyes were heavy with fatigue, plagued with memories of the bloodbath of a mission. There were many questions you wanted to ask her, but you held your tongue. She was in no state to answer your barrage of queries, and needed nothing more than someone to care for her, for a change.
Gently, you took her crimson-slickened hands within yours, uncaring of the blood smearing on your skin. You led her to the rest of the way to the bathroom, gently telling her to take a seat on the edge of the bathtub. A small towel cloth was dampened beneath the faucet, and you slowly cleaned off the delicate wounds littered over her arms, her face, and her abdomen. The two of you were completely silent, basking in the comfort of being there for each other. Natasha’s green eyes shone with simultaneous gratitude and hollow trauma. For a moment, it appeared as if she was going to weep, but she kept the tears at bay.
Once you cleaned off most of the blood, you left the bathroom to fetch her some of her sleep clothes—which was really just a worn, sleeveless shirt of some obscure rock band you didn’t recognize, and a soft pair of basketball shorts. She had wiped away the rest of the blood when you came back, stripping her outer layers and shirking them into the sink to wash later.
For now, the both of you just needed to sleep.
She slipped on the pajamas, before settling into the bed with a lethargic sigh.
“Thank you,” she croaked out just as you clambered beneath the blankets on the other side of the large bed.
You hummed in response, roping her close to you, pressing a soft kiss to her hairline. This time, Natasha had to willfully force the urge to cry away.
“Get some rest, Nat. I love you,” you said into her skin.
Natasha relaxed into your hold, eyes drooping shut. She wanted to say that she loved you back, but found that she was already falling into a deep slumber.
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MARCH.
“What about Jennifer? She’s in the analytics department,” said Natasha, sipping on her iced tea as she eyed Steve expectantly. “I can set you up with her if you want.”
The blonde man shifted uncomfortably. “I… I don’t know, Nat—”
“For God’s sake, Nat, stop it already!” you exclaimed, but not without an exasperated smile to your lips. “Look at him, you’re embarrassing the poor guy. Sorry, Steve—she’s just looking out for you.”
The hundred-year-old man smiled handsomely, forking some scrambled eggs into his mouth. “It’s fine. I’m not really looking to date at the moment… still trying to figure out how things work this century before I can really settle down.”
“Well, you take your time, Steve,” you told him gently.
“You sure? Rumor has it Allison from human resources has had her eye on you for a while—ow! I was joking!” she exclaimed when you sharply elbowed her in the ribs. “But, really, Cap… I’m happy you’re taking your time.”
The blonde hummed gratefully. “What about you two? Any plans on…” He gestured vaguely, which made you and Natasha glance at each other with a grin.
Your girlfriend scoffed, the green of her eyes glimmering with mirth. “Why? You wanna be the best man?”
Steve seemed to splutter at that, vehemently trying to backtrack. Heat flushed his cheeks a soft pink hue.
“I’m just pulling your leg, Steve,” Natasha quipped, playfully kicking at his foot beneath the table. “Lighten up, will you?”
“We haven’t even spoken about marriage yet,” you chimed in, smiling warmly at the ex-assassin. “But who knows? Maybe we will soon.”
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APRIL.
Nails tapped loudly against the surface of the table she was sitting on, legs crossed as she languidly leaned back, staring up at the artificial white lights of the laboratory. She was saying something—something about her last mission with Tony. 
Judging by her expression you quickly stole a glance at, you could tell that she was complaining. There was a slight knit to her brow, and she was frowning ever so slightly.
You made quiet, absentminded noises of acknowledgement as she told her story, nodding emphatically. You were working on a device to immediately disable strong magnetic fields, tinkering with the small bits and pieces with narrowed eyes.
“I don’t know, maybe I should just stop worrying about him—it’s not my problem if Tony drinks until he can barely stand up…”
She trailed off, tilting her head back down to watch you work. With an amused scoff, she said your name. Without taking your eyes off your work, you merely hummed, “Mhm?”
“You haven’t listened to a single word I’ve said, have you?”
Hopping down from the table, she made her way closer to you, her fingers nimbly slotting beneath your chin. You met her gaze, briefly glancing down at her parted lips, skin flushing with embarrassment. 
Sheepish, you grinned apologetically. “Sorry, Nat.” She arched a sharp brow and you winced. “I love you…?”
Rolling her eyes, Natasha acquiesced, a ghost of a grin tracing the corner of her lips. “I love you, too.” She let you go to haul herself back up onto the table, swinging her legs in an almost child-like manner. “Anyways, as I was saying…”
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MAY.
Sunglasses, glasses of chilled orange juice, and warm sand beneath your feet.
Closer to the beach’s shallow waves, Bruce, Steve, and Clint were playing with a frisbee, while Tony and Thor were off on a ski-boat, skimming across the waters much faster than they probably should be going. The team was on a little mini-vacation, needing some well-deserved rest after going on nonstop, continuous missions.
A book was cracked open on your lap, one that you had been meaning to start for ages now, but never had the time before. Beside you was your girlfriend, lathering sunscreen over her arms and exposed skin. “Did you put on sunscreen?” she asked you, offering the bottle.
“Yeah,” you replied, prying your eyes away from the novel to press a kiss to her cheek, and then another to the side of her nose. 
She grinned beautifully, the green of her eyes gleaming with fondness. “You’re such a nerd. Who brings a book to the beach?”
“Well… look who’s dating the nerd who brought a book to the beach?” you replied with a level tone, trying your best to suppress your growing smile.
Huffing in amusement, Natasha lightly shoved you, taking another sip of her orange juice. “God, it just feels like we never get to fully relax like this, you know? I wish every day could be like this.”
Shutting your book, you placed it off to the side and shuffled closer to her, curling an arm over her shoulders. 
“Yeah,” you hummed, tracing aimless shapes along the skin of her arm. Hesitant, you spoke up again, “Hey, you remember when Steve asked us about getting married?”
“Mhm?”
“Well, uhm…” you started, but thought better of it, not wanting to ruin such a perfect moment as this one by forcing your girlfriend into a commitment you weren’t even sure she really wanted.
When you trailed off, Natasha pulled away from you slightly, her head cocked in an expectant manner.
“If you’re not gonna ask me, then I will,” she told you with a laugh to her voice. “You wanna get married?”
For a moment, you spluttered for words, not expecting this turn of events. 
“You… Nat, are you sure?” you rasped, cupping her face gently. “I don’t want you to rush into anything. Yes, a thousand times yes, but fair warning—it means you’ll be stuck with me forever. Forever is like… a really long time.”
Natasha hummed, leaning forward until your nose brushed against hers. Gods, you loved this woman so fucking much. 
“Sounds like a nightmare,” she whispered, a ghost of a smile to her lips. “Sign me up.”
With that, she kissed you, tasting of orange juice and a tiny bit of sunscreen.
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JUNE.
Sam and Bucky hovered around your lab like a pair of incessant flies that wouldn’t go away, no matter how much you swatted at them. 
“Don’t touch that, Bucky,” you found yourself saying nearly twenty times, followed by an exasperated sigh as he would proceed to prod and poke at the machinery. 
Sam was no better, asking you about a million questions in regard to all the different gadgets and gizmos in progress.
On a normal day, you usually wouldn’t let these two into your lab, but you were ordered to fix and improve both of their broken comm links, and made the terrible mistake of inviting them to come watch. Of course, they grew bored of watching you toy with wires and circuits, opting to wander around your lab with wide, curious eyes.
“Hey, what’s this?” Sam asked, holding up a small, black cube half the size of his palm.
“Collapsible motorcycle,” you replied, briefly glancing at him, before returning your gaze to your work on the table. “Just don’t press the button on the bottom.”
Whistling with clear impression, Sam looked nearly tempted to try it out. But he knew you would slice his hand off if he did, so he set the cube back down. “That’s sick, man. Who’s it for?”
“Nat,” you said. “Made it for her. It’s still in its testing phase—I’m hoping it'll be all done and ready by her birthday.” 
Bucky glanced over Sam’s shoulder to look at the cube. “I like riding motorbikes,” he said. “Could you make me one?”
“Unless you could get Fury to order me, that’s a no,” you huffed out with a mild laugh. “I barely agreed to fix your comms for you—which, by the way, how did you even break them this bad? Did you guys pour a bucket of water over and stomp on them, or something?” 
At the memory of Bucky and Sam both accidentally tumbling into a river during a mission, they both grimaced.
“Something like that, sure,” said the century-old man, wearily pulling at his face.
“That’s not fair,” Sam, a full grown man, just about whined. You halted in your ministrations, raising a brow. “How come you don’t make us any fancy little tools or weapons or bikes or magical gizmos, but you make ‘em for Nat?”
Scoffing, you dipped your head back down to continue polishing off their comms. “Yeah, well, she’s my fiance.”
“And?” said Sam, placing his hands on his hips. “Am I not your best friend? Is Mr. Cyborg here not your second best friend?” 
Another deeply amused laugh rumbled from within your chest. “With how you two are behaving, I’d say Steve is my best friend right now.”
The two were left sulking in your lab for the next hour, with Bucky nearly catching on fire when he picked up a flamethrower disguised as a potted plant. Both of them left with charred fingers, singed eyebrows, and about half a dozen of your tiny gadgets stuffed within their pockets.
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JULY.
It was Steve’s birthday, which meant Natasha organized a barbecue in Clint’s large backyard. There were red, white, and blue streamers hung up over the trees and over the house’s porch, several star-shaped lanterns decorating the wooden tables set out. Bruce and Tony were manning the grills, while you were playing a game of catch with Peter and Clint’s kids. The rest of the Avengers were gathered by one of the tables, piling up their plates high with food.
The air was heavy with the mouth-watering aroma of cooking hot dogs, grilled corn, and juicy burgers. Dessert was an assortment of cookies, an array of melting popsicles, and a large blue birthday cake that made Steve smile so wide it was yet to leave his face.
From the corner of your eye, you spotted Natasha speaking to Thor, her hand extended out to him as the God inspected the ring on her finger.
“A grand ring, that is!” the Norse God bellowed. “Green suits you, Natasha.”
“Thanks, Thor,” said your fiance, grinning warmly. The two walked off to grab some hotdog buns and harass Tony to hurry up with cooking.
The ball nearly hit you in the face because you were so busy staring at Natasha, stopping inches from your nose when Peter darted forward with his near inhumane reaction time to grab it away. 
“Woah!” he exclaimed, afraid to have accidentally hurt you by hurling a fast ball at you when you weren’t even paying attention. “Sorry, are you okay? What are you looking at?” 
You pursed your lips, glancing one last time at Natasha. A blush creeped up your neck. She was going to marry you soon. How on earth did you get so lucky?
“Nothing, kid. Come on, hand me the ball, why’d you stop?” you cleared your throat in a fruitless attempt to play it off.
Peter followed your line of sight, brows raising when he caught sight of Natasha now showing off her ring to Steve and Bucky. He smiled slightly, but didn’t say anything about it, instead tossing the ball right back to you (which you still somehow missed catching).
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AUGUST.
“Here,” you said, handing her the steaming mug of coffee, just how she liked it—dark with a tiny bit of sugar. “You okay? You’ve been more quiet than usual the past few days.”
The two of you leaned against the balcony’s railing, watching the sun rise over the cityscape, painting the sky a myriad of soft oranges and clementines and tangerines. With your free hand, the other being occupied by your own hot cup of tea, you wrapped around Natasha’s waist, tugging her close. You pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, brushing an errant strand of hair falling away from her loose braid.
“Sorry, I’ve just recently been thinking,” she whispered, a bit distant. “My sister is out there, somewhere. Sometimes I think it’s best to just give her her space, since she hasn’t reached out, either. Maybe she doesn’t want to see me ever again—after all, I’m a living, breathing reminder of the Red Room. The terrible things we were forced to do. I’m not too upset about it… it’s not like we were a real family, anyway. I don’t know. I guess I just miss her.”
You weren’t entirely sure what to tell her. Go find her sister? Forget about her? Tell her to think about it some more? Natasha rarely ever spoke about her past, much less her temporary ‘fake’ family.
A frown crossed over your lips, brows divoting. “Nat, if your sister really wanted to see you, she would reach out. You’re an Avenger—it’s not that hard to find you. You can’t really say the same about her… you don’t know a single thing about where she might be now. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
Natasha sipped on her coffee, blowing out a tired sigh. Tears warbled over her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away, sniffing slightly.
“Do you think she remembers me?” her voice broke just a bit. “Because sometimes I forget what her face looks like. Did she have blue eyes, or were they green like mine? How blonde was her hair? What did her smile look like? I… I’m scared I’ll just completely forget and I won’t ever see her again to—”
“She remembers,” you murmured in response. “You were her sister. She’d remember.”
Another sniffle. Natasha wiped away a stray tear with the back of her hand. 
“God, sorry. I’m such a mess,” she croaked, laughing bitterly.
“And I love you anyway,” you told her, kissing her just below her watery eyes. “Come on—let’s go watch some TV.”
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SEPTEMBER.
The wedding was a small, quiet event. 
You, Natasha, and the rest of the Avengers family were once again gathered in Clint’s expansive yard—though, this time, everybody was dressed much more formally than they had on Steve’s birthday. The ceremony was full of tears and sniffling, tissues and running mascara. 
The vows you had written for Nat were long and nearly ramble-y, whilst hers were perfectly short and to-the-point.
Once Bruce had officiated the two of you (having learned how to do so online), you had embraced each other with a watery kiss, grinning against one anothers’ lips. The rest of the group had burst into raucous applause, Tony and Steve the loudest of them all, the two of them being the best men of the wedding.
Then came the food and the dancing, which lasted well into the night.
She was glowing the entire time. Your wife was glowing.
And when you told her so, she smiled, all wide and toothy. “It’s just nervous sweat,” she replied with a laugh as you gripped her waist tighter, before twirling her around in your arms.
“God, I love you,” you murmured, pressing your forehead against hers. 
The green of her eyes sparkled with your words. “I love you, too. I can’t believe we’re married now.”
“Take your time,” you hummed. “You’ve got the rest of your life to get used to it.”
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OCTOBER.
Your sleeves were rolled up to your elbows, tongue poking out the corner of your mouth. The table was a mess, covered in orange mush, a dozen knives, and your phone playing a video on how to properly carve a pumpkin.
“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath when you messed up the shape, letting out a long, drawn-out groan. “Why is this so hard? It’s just a pumpkin!”
When you glanced at Natasha and her fruit, you weren’t at all surprised to see that she was well into carving an intricate, detailed design with wide eye-holes and gnarled teeth.
“It’s not that hard,” she replied with an easy smile, clearly amused at your struggling. “What’s going on with you? You’re usually really good with your hands.”
Heat flushed up your neck and spidered across the skin of your cheeks at the hidden insinuation behind her words. “I don’t know,” you huffed, wiping down your hands on the apron you were wearing. Usually you weren’t one to give up so easily, but you had been tinkering with several new task-droids, and there was no better time than now to test them out.
“What are you doing?” she curiously asked once you slid off your seat, reaching into one of the cabinets to pull out the little cuboid robots. “God, it feels like I’m in a Black Mirror episode,” she murmured, watching them come to life and start carving up your pumpkin for you with tiny microblades after you input a design for them to work on.
“San Junipero Black Mirror or Metalhead Black Mirror?” you replied, propping your face up on an elbow as you watched the small bots diligently work. 
Your wife scowled, her sharp brows divoting. “Definitely Metalhead.”
The both of you shuddered, before you dipped forward to press a kiss to her cheek. “I’m gonna make us a batch of cookies—at least that I know I can’t mess up.”
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NOVEMBER.
A wince, a frown, an uncomfortable shift. Natasha was used to pain, and was taught from a young age to steel herself, but the wounds usually never got this bad.
There was a deep slash across her stomach, dark blood dousing the entirety of her abdomen, dripping down her sides and leaking off the lab table you had set her on. You tried to be gentle while you cleaned her up, tried to be quick with the stitches to lessen the pain—but the wound was tender and wide, and you had to slow down to be careful.
The entire time, your face bore an expression of pure worry and concern.
“I’m sorry,” she hoarsely whispered, lips twisted into a grimace.
“For what?” you quietly mumbled, focused on fixing her up.
She blew out a pained sigh as you started another stitch. “For making you worry. I shouldn’t have gone on that mission, I know.”
“Well, you did,” you lightly replied, teeth gnashing together. “No reason to dwell on it. It’s okay, Nat. I’m not mad at you.”
There was a beat of silence. She laid back, fists clenched by her sides as she endured through the pain.
“Just disappointed?” she asked, gingerly laughing, despite the pain it brought to her chest.
“Yeah,” you sighed. “I am. I just don’t like seeing you pointlessly throwing yourself headfirst into a suicidal mission, just to come crawling back in shreds. I also don’t like seeing you hurt because I love you, and I need you to be more careful for me.”
Natasha pursed her lips. Her green eyes flashed with pain when you wiped away the excess blood. “Okay,” your wife croaked. “I love you, too.”
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DECEMBER.
“Open it!” you goaded, nudging Natasha to the suspiciously unwrapped box. 
Her green eyes were narrowed as she shot you a warning look. “I swear to God, if a fake snake is gonna come flying out like last time—”
“It’s your birthday, I would never!” you interrupted impatiently, gesturing to the box once more.
With a huff, Natasha peeled back the loose lids of the cardboard box, making a noise of surprise upon seeing a little black cat curled up inside, snoozing contentedly. 
“Oh, my God. You got us a little kitty,” she crooned, slowly picking the cat up. The black-pelted feline purred at the contact, nuzzling her dark nose against Natasha’s face. “This is literally the best thing you’ve ever gotten me. It beats anything you’ve ever made for me!”
Clearing your throat, you toyed with the collapsible motorcycle you had hidden in your pocket. “Well… don’t say that too quickly. You wanna name her?”
Natasha stroked the cat’s dark head, her hazel eyes happily blinking shut. “Liho. It means misfortune in Russian—black cats are bad luck, right? She’ll have to prove her name wrong.”
“Liho,” you parroted, smiling so wide it was a wonder your face didn’t split into two. 
With a grin, Natasha placed Liho back down on the ground, who took to weaving between both of your legs, her fluffy tail curved around your shins. 
“God, I love you,” your wife suddenly announced, cupping your face between her palms and littering several chaste kisses all over your cheeks. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“You’re gonna love me more after this,” you told her, brandishing the small black cuboid from your pocket. “Come on—I’m gonna have to show you this outside. Let’s go, Liho.”
The three of you made your way out of the house, Liho silently following along like a shadow. You beamed brightly at the small cat, then at your wife, who was squinting against the sharp sunlight, smiling nonetheless. It was all so perfect, nearly too good to be true.
Until the collapsible motorcycle burst into flames while you were trying to uncollapse it, which had Natasha yanking the curious Liho away from the growing fire as you ran into the house to grab the extinguisher.
Alright—maybe not entirely perfect… but amazing nonetheless. 
“Happy birthday?” you sheepishly said as you doused the flames away. “That was, uh… that was supposed to do that.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, setting Liho back down before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You can clean that up later. Let’s go cut the cake—maybe we can skip on blowing out the candles this year.”
As the three of you made your way back inside the house, Natasha glanced down at the little black cat trotting in front of you. “She’s living up to her name so far. God, I can’t believe you got me a cursed cat for my birthday.”
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shadowoffandoms · 2 years ago
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The Mind Electric - BloodBath
Cw: Glitching, distorted audio, and of course, blood.
All artwork and Bloodbath belongs to @trubblegumm ! Go give them a follow, they are so cool
Here’s the YouTube version if you want to see it extra smooth
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tyttetardis · 11 months ago
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Donmar Welcome Event 16th Jan 2024
Also went to a member's welcome event that the Donmar had, which was basically an hour where they served something to drink and told us a bit more about the theatre and the upcoming shows.
The invitation did say they'd have an exclusive tour of the place - on and off the stage - which I'd been quite excited about - but that didn't actually happen :(
Still, it was rather interesting! Learned a few things about Macbeth as well :)
Apparently, the stage stains very easily - which is why I'm baffled at how easy it apparently is to clean, but guess they must have some really lovely red dye that isn't as stainful as pretty much anything else that's dyed red. It also scratches easily - the movement on the stage can easily create little creases where the blood can get stuck.
I'd only seen the bloodbath on the floor once, so hadn't noticed, but was told that it comes up through the floor - probably why it differs so wildly each night how and where David is covered in it!
(As an aside to that - on the first night there wasn't a bloodbath - he was struck with the knife and there was a bit of blood on his shirt instead - now there's no blood at the wound)
Someone asked them about filming productions (not specifically about Macbeth - and they didn't say anything about it) and they told us about the process of deciding whether to record a production or not as it's a very costly affair to do so - which is why it's not something they just automatically do for everything.
They said that either the NT will ask them if they record a show - which means they do everything, and therefore is obviously the much cheaper option for themselves. The NT will let them know what benefits there might be in it for them - but as far as I understood they won't really earn much if anything from it.
So, the second option is for themselves to invest in filming a production by bringing in a third-party filming company that they pay for themselves. It's obviously a much more expensive way of doing it - but they'd also get more money back from it if it sells well in cinemas or online. Obviously, they have gone with the second option - so hopefully that's because they think it has really good marketing potential!
They mentioned that they are always very aware of the fact that not as many people get to see their performances as would probably like to see them - so it's always part of their considerations whether to film it or not when they create a new production.
One of them joked that they could probably keep up a production like Macbeth for three years and still sell-out - but that the theatre is known for putting on about 6 productions each year, so there's a limit to how long their runs can be - plus there's also the availability of actors to consider.
Someone asked if actors (I assume meaning, big name actors) takes a pay-cut to work with them - and yes, they do. Everyone is paid the theatre-standard no matter who they are. The only extra benefit they might offer big names is a taxi to get to the theatre and to escape back home afterwards.
Ah, yeah, think that was about it - everything else was more or less just about the upcoming productions, memberships, and other general things :)
Edit: Oh, forgot to mention that their focus will always be on the production as it's on, then on any potential transfers and then on releasing it for cinema/online - so if they filmed something it wouldn't be released until the live show is done - and sounded like they wouldn't necessarily say anything about it having been recorded (or not) until then as well. So don't think we will hear anything about the plan for it until the show is over.
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ladyloveandjustice · 7 months ago
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oh yeah I did watch the Sailor Cosmos Movies a while back.
-It genuinely startled me to hear Mamoru tell Usagi "I love you" (Aishiteru, no less) and I realized this is because I don't think he ever said it in the 90's anime. The closest was saying "yes" when she asked if he loved her. Weird to realize,
-Again, I prefer it to adding dumb shit like Crystal season 1 did, but the movie following the manga so faithfully means it switches location and scene every two minutes.This is fine for a manga where the backgrounds are sparse, everything flows together, you read at your own pace, but absolutely dizzying for a movie. there's no time to breathe.
-this arc is so relentless it really is like a horror movie (in space!) You're constantly waiting for the next person to die, and it's always so quick and kind of unceremonious
-they did tone down the blood though :/ of course. its okay if someone gets stabbed through the chest and dies, but can't have her bleed.
-the movie takes out any ambiguity about Cosmos being future Usagi and offers some additional backstory, with her explaining that a war broke out in Earth and decimated Crystal Tokyo and by the time they finally achieved piece so many had died she realized it could happen again and just thought maybe she should have ended things back then. It only shows dead civilians though. In one part Mamoru is seen fighting or something, but then later Usagi is contemplating the corpses on her own. There's no indication if anything happened to him or the Senshi. I think it would be funny is nothing did, and she just left to go have this existential crisis without them.
-The movie also hammers in that Usagi's choice here shows how much she's grown since the first arc (and from her past), she even flashes back to stabbing herself before saying "I want to live, no matter how tough it is". I always saw this bit of character development but the movie REALLY wants to make sure people don't miss it, which is good because from my experience a lot of people did.
-THANKFULLY the movie makes sure to show us Artemis and Luna and Diana are okay by showing Usagi returning home and Luna talking to her. It always really bothered me that the manga did not confirm that!!! i'm glad they fixed!!!
-it was basically fine, it was the manga but a little rushed and I did like all the extra stuff they added which is incredible by the reboot's standards, and I am glad to see the space opera bloodbath existential nightmare that is the final arc fully animated. That's worth everything else we had to go through. well mostly.
actually maybe it's just worth a quarter of all the other bullshit. It was a shitshow and it's taken them ten years, but it sure got completed and at least looked reasonably good toward the end.
-the fact it ends with Usagi marrying everyone is always so incredible. largely I think it's good the 90s anime is it's own seperate thing but it should have also ended with older Usagi proudly confirming she had premarital sex during her wedding and then having her entire girl squad wear wedding gowns (a tux in Haruka's case. unlike her horrible dress in this one) so they can all get married together
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🇵🇸🇮🇱 ,🏥 🚨
WORLD HEALTH ORGANIZATION DELIVERS AID TO AL-SHIFA HOSPITAL, CALLS EMERGENCY DEPARTMENT A "BLOODBATH"
The World Health Organization (WHO) organized a joint mission with the United Nations (UN) to deliver medical supplies and aid to al-Shifa Hospital complex, located in Rimal, a neighborhood in the north of Gaza City.
The WHO describes al-Shifa Hospital as "currently minimally functional" and "needs to resume at least basic operations" in order to continue serving the "thousands in need of life saving healthcare," according to a Press release.
The WHO mission delivered medicines, surgical supplies, orthopedic surgery equipment, anesthesia materials and drugs to al-Shifa Hospital.
Al-Shifa Hospital had been Gaza's largest hospital complex, however, since an Occupation raid on the complex launched on November 15th and multiple strikes by Occupation war planes, al-Shifa now houses only a handful of doctors, a few nurses, and approximately 70 volunteers.
WHO staff described the hospital complex as suffering from "unbelievably challenging circumstances" and called it a "hospital in need of resuscitation."
Operating rooms and other major services remain non-functional due to a lack of fuel, oxygen, specialized medical staff and supplies.
The hospital is currently only capable of providing basic trauma stabilization, but has no blood for transfusion and is nearly empty of staff to care for the constant flow of patients. Dialysis is being provided to approximately 30 patients a day, with the dialysis machines operating 24/7.
The WHO team described the Emergency Department of al-Shifa as a "bloodbath", with hundreds of injured Palestinians inside, and new patients arriving every minute.
Patients with trauma injuries are being sutured on the floor, with only limited, if any, pain management.
WHO staff says the Emergency Department at al-Shifa is so full, that extra care must be taken not to step on the patients lying on the floor. More critical patients are being transferred to al-Ahli Arab Hospital for surgeries, a local hospital located in the Zeitoun neighborhood of Gaza City.
The WHO points out that tens of thousands of displaced Palestinians are using the hospital building and grounds for shelter, arguing a more prolonged, multi-pronged approach is needed to provide them with food, water and shelter.
Al-Shifa Hospital continues to experience a severe shortage of food and safe, potable water for health worker, patients, and displaced Palestinians.
"This reflects grave and growing concerns around persistent hunger across the Gaza Strip, and the consequences of malnutrition on people’s health and susceptibility to infectious diseases," the WHO said.
Currently, al-Ahli Arab Hospital remains the only hospital partially functional hospital in north Gaza, along with three minimally functional hospitals- al-Shifa, Al Awda and the Al Sahaba Medical Complex- down from the 24 that existed before Israel's genocide war on Palestinians in Gaza began on October 7th.
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Hi there, could you do Samantha Carpenter x male!reader where y/n is her boyfriend for 3 years. His also a soldier who is part of the black ops. Sam told him about her past and her dark secret (her biological father is a serial killer Billy). During the movie y/n went with Sam to Woodsboro when she found out her sister was stabbed, also to keep an eye on Richie since he doesn't trust him.
When he finds out Richie and Amber were behind this and doing all of this because they are so obsessed with the original film and how genuinely amazing they believed it to be, their desire for a better sequel serves as their motivation. He went ballistic and said that's STUPID AND Their STUPID and proceed to attack them and win.
a/n: There is two versions of this that I couldn't decide upon, so I put them both in. For warning, it is brutal.
𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 || 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫
"𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴"
Inspo: Nirvana - Something In The Way
Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x Male!reader
Summary: Samantha saw a darkness in you...
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Warnings: Umm, just super violent and gore, so read at your own discretion.
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DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18 AND ARE SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!
These fucking idiots.
That’s all Samantha could think of with a gun in her face. These fucking idiots don’t even realize the bullshit they have stirred. And even though blood leaked from her interlocked fingers, she knew what was bound to arise. You stood opposite her, a blank look on your face with your eyes focused on Richie. The man raves about why he and Amber decided to murder. Why they wanted to make and be the perfect source material for a slasher movie. How nowadays, they were all shit and basic.
And the longer she looked at you, the longer she saw a thick shade of darkness surround your figure. Like a pure wave of dark energy enveloping your body like a demon clinging onto your back and being absorbed by your body. She’d seen this before many times and it didn’t change the fact that she felt fearful when you entered that state of being. But when she continued to keep her eyes fixated on you, she saw her dad, Billy Loomis. He was whispering in your ear with his eyes focused on her. As if breaking the wall of the dead to give you the extra push needed to enact a bloodbath on these two psychos.
Your nose twitched hearing Amber yell, jaw clenched as you exhaled through your nose. “You killed unarmed civilians?” Your voice was like a drum that silenced the room. From its deep tone and how suddenly it came. Both killers looked at you, almost having forgotten you were even in the room.
Amber couldn’t help but laugh at the question. “Of course!” She exclaimed. “How were not supposed to get everyone here and create this masterful cinema experience? Why? You have some sort of moral compass that doesn’t align with our beliefs?” She mocked.
Glancing out the window, you looked back at the two. “Do you know what I do?” You inquired. “Why this night isn’t going to be easy for the both of you?”
Richie���s face twisted into amusement, looking at his girlfriend who scoffed. “Uh, yeah,” he chuckled. “You’re a construction worker. Grew up in L.A. before going to Modesto to find a quiet life. That’s where you met Samantha and you two happily got together.”
A soft laugh fell from your lips as your fingers began to twitch. Something so small, but with Samantha still able to see her biological father staring at you, lips curved into a smile, she knew hell was rising to the surface. The hardwood floor cracked with the screams of the damned emitting from them and all chanting your name.
Licking your lips, you looked at Richie. “I kill people for a living.”
Both killers couldn’t contain their laughter as they looked at one another. “You?” Amber questioned. “No. No, you build shit for a living, dumbass. You are just canon fodder for the writers to make some side character.”
Samantha’s eyes flickered down to your hand, able to see it close to the glass cup that was on the counter behind you. When she met your gaze, your eyes moved past her and she slowly turned to see a knife. Understanding the message, she nodded. “My job doesn’t look great on an application form,” you said. “But it makes it great to not suspect me of cutting your fucker’s heads off.”
Grabbing the cup, you tossed it at Amber and it hit her in the face, the girl yelled in pain as she dropped her guard. Allowing Sydney Prescott to grab the knife on the island and stab the girl in the stomach. Samantha took the surprise attack and stabbed her knife, stabbing Richie in his shooting hand, making him drop the gun and fall to his knees as he stared at the knife pushed through the back of his hand and through the palm.
Marching towards Richie, you grabbed the handle of the knife and forced the blade into the counter. Causing the man to yell in agony as he held his wrist. “You motherfucker! Fuck!”
“Richie!” Amber sobbed, screaming as she ripped the knife from her stomach and charged at you. Stabbing you in the side, enabling a yell to fall from your lips, slapping Amber across the face where she fell and hit her head on the side of the counter, putting her in a daze. Puffing out breaths, you grabbed the knife in Richie’s hand, ripping it out and slicing open his throat. His eyes were as wide as saucers, hands coming to his throat to try and stop the spurting of blood from the open wound. But you simply grabbed his head and continuously smashed it on the side of the counter.
The three women watching in shock were forced to see the man’s head be cracked right open and pieces of brain matter stick to the pristine counter. But once you were done, you shoved his body to the side and looked down at Amber. Her eyes clouded in tears and fear as she looked between her boyfriend and you. Unable to help the sob that fell from her lips as you stepped over Richie’s body and grab the girl by the ankle.
Straddling her waist, you ripped the knife from your side, grunting. Wrapping your hand around her throat, you plunged the knife into the left side of her chest. Once, then twice, and after thirteen times with Amber’s limbs twitching as she stared up at you, choking on her blood. But before you stop yourself, you looked up at Samantha. Her eyes showed shock and a genuine look of fear on her face. But with her, she could finally see the emotion in your gaze after what felt like hours of you being silent. You’re eyes simply asked, “Do you want me to do this?”
And what felt like a beat of a second, she nodded. Leaving you to look back down at Amber and ground your teeth. “You’re wrong, kid.” Placing the tip of the knife to her forehead, you growled. “I’m the reminder.” With a yell of fury, you brought the knife down and plunged it into her skull. Letting go of the knife and began to pound your fists into her face.
The sheer force and impact shook the house. And each powerful, Samantha flinched until she couldn’t help herself and left. Sidney and Gale followed as they found Tara and helped her out of the house. Stopping at the door, Samantha saw you stand to your feet, your chest rising and falling with your face painted in the blood of someone her sister once considered her friend. Your gaze lifted to her as your nose twitched, sniffling. “I’m sorry.”
Samantha shook her head, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I would’ve done the same if you weren’t here to protect me,” she reassured. “But let’s go home.”
Nodding, you stepped over the bodies and made your way toward your girlfriend. She stayed still, feeling the warmth you always provided to her get warmer and warmer until you stood a mere inch from her. Your eyes searched her face, trying to find any source of fear that you had once seen. She was disturbed, but that was natural. Fear from the girl you’d spent three years of your life with shouldn’t be afraid of you after all the things she’d heard you done. If anything, you should be scared of her because she was the daughter of a famous serial killer. But you still slept soundly in the bed with her every night. Even at peace with the possibility that one night she might snap and you would be her first victim.
“Are you afraid of me?” You questioned, voice wavering evidently as your eyes batted back the tears. Not wishing to share too much emotion that you had closed off for so many years. But when her hand touched your face, holding you softly in her warm and smooth palm, one tear slid down your cheek. Glistening under the lighting of the front foyer.
She shook her head, smiling shakily. “I could never be afraid of you, sweetheart.”
(Version 2)
“Richie!” Amber sobbed, screaming as she ripped the knife from her stomach and charged at you. All you did was catch her arm holding the knife, kicked out her feet and resulted in landing on her back. You straddled her waist, ripping the knife from her grasp and holding the tip to her throat.
“What did you call me again? The side character?” You questioned darkly. “You are just another person to be lost in time, sweetheart.” Slapping your other hand on the butt of the knife, you propelled the knife into the center of her throat. Causing her to choke and struggle with your arms which forced her to experience a slow and painful death. Trying to cry and speak, but only finding your hardened features staring down at her with very little to no sympathy for the girl. “And I’m going to make sure your boyfriend is unrecognizable when I’m done.”
When she fell ill of movement or life, you stood to your feet and looked up at Richie. He could only stare at his companion. His partner in crimes. The girl that was lucky that she wouldn’t have to see what you were going to do to her boyfriend.
“You sonofabitch! You fucking killed her! I’m going to fucking kill you!” Richie yelled, thrashing as he tried to reach out toward you without worsening the wound in his pinned hand.
You simply stared at him, blinking blankly at him for a few moments before looking at Sydney. “Take Samantha and Tara, wait outside for the police.”
“What are you going to do?” Samantha questioned, not able to avert your eyes from the crying psychopath. In her mind, she truly believed that her father, in some way, had taken parts of your mind. A demon. A parasite corrupting your mind until you finally were able to rid yourself of its hold.
But after a beat of silence, you grumbled. “I’m going to kill him.” It was straightforward and wasn’t much to be added on. Sure, there were a few ideas of how to make this as painful as possible for him, but you were saving Sam from hearing such traumatic things from your own lips. She’d known the things you did in other countries in the name of America. And you knew about her father being a psychopath and one of the original Ghostface killers. But you didn’t want her to see what you had to do. “Go outside and call the police. I’ll be out by the time they’re here.”
Unable to find a splice of emotion in your eyes, she took your word and helped Gale out of her chair before rushing to get Tara out of the house. Stopping at the door to see you grab a meat tenderizer and turn to Richie with a blank look in your eyes.
“This is not how it’s supposed to go,” Richie exclaimed. “I am supposed to kill you! You and your bitch of a girlfriend are supposed to die! Not this!”
Without leaving so much as a moment to spare, you swung the meat tenderizer and hit Richie across the face. Making the cough and groan from the pain as you grabbed him by the throat and forced him to look at you. “Whatever you thought to be on your side–God, a psycho fandom, that means fuck all now.” Leaning down into the man’s face, you smiled. “You’re in my world now, bitch.”
Finally, when Samantha stepped beyond the threshold outside, she heard the yells and screams belonging to Richie. And with due time, she heard your yell, one final hoorah as she suspected you smashed his head in.
The cops and ambulance arrived. But Samantha and Tara still stared at the house, waiting for you to step out. When the police officer’s urged them toward the ambulance, promising they would make sure the house is secure before they would do questioning, the front door opened. And just like how she saw you before you killed Amber, you stood there with a black essence surrounding your figure. Holding both Amber and Richie’s body by the collars of their shirts. But that didn’t disturb them as much as seeing blood splattered across your face. It was that whatever was left of Richie’s skull and the head was mush. Thin strings of brain matter hanging on by a thread with the man’s skull fragments scattered in the flesh.
Seeing it as well, the cop raised their weapons. “Put your hands up!” Hearing their order, you tossed the bodies off the front steps where they hit the pavement with a thud. “Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head!” You held emotion when doing so, only the faintest twitch of your nose to be seen as the police officers cautiously made their way to you. Looking down at the bodies and visibly paling at the sight of brutality created by you.
But your gaze lingered on your girlfriend, her eyes clouding with tears as you clenched your jaw. “I’ll be home soon. I love you.”
Being handcuffed and forced into the back of a police cruiser, Samantha never let her eyes linger away from you. Because she knew that you would keep true to your promise.
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salvadorbonaparte · 1 year ago
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2023 in Films
I watched way too many films this year. Here are my opinions on some of them
January
Las Cosas Del Querer (1989) - Amazing if you love sad hot people and flamenco
Canadian Bacon (1995) - Incredibly silly and Alan Alda plays the US president
Nope (2022) - A highlight of the year
February
Hellraiser (1987) - This film is actually about miscommunication in this essay I will-
Predestination (2014) - Time Travel and Gender Moments
Malignant (2021) - Camp horror masterwork
Late Phases (2014) - Mediocre werewolf film with some really interesting comments on ageism, ableism, suburbia and religion
March
Sterne (1959) - Plays into some problematic stereotypes from today's perspective but revolutionary for its time, first German film to address the Holocaust
Major League (1989) - A film I only watched to confirm that it uses a weird phrase I also found in my thesis project
Carry On Screaming (1966) - Camp. Gay. Horror. Parody.
Glen or Glenda (1953) - A product of its time and no longer up to date in its understanding of gender but surprisingly revolutionary in its compassion and earnestness despite the bad reviews
April
Taxi Driver (1976) - Isn't it frustrating when annoying people tell you a film is good and then it's actually good?
June
Mr Deeds Goes To Town (1936) - Mr Deeds has autism swag
El Espíritu de la Colmena (1973) - I really wanted to like this because civil war era Spain and Frankenstein are super up my alley but unfortunately it was so much slower than expected
Das Boot (1981) - Very long and claustrophobic but holds up to the hype
Weird: The Al Yankovic Story (2022) - RIP King
July
Nimona (2023) - His big wet eyes bewitched me
First Blood (1982) - You're telling me the film is about Americans fighting an enemy they view as simultaneously weak and dangerous, escalating the situation, and then sending more and more men into a rainforest to die through guerilla warfare after being warned again and again they can't win this? sounds familiar
Barbie (2023) - Insert a bunch of pink emojis
Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) - Made me crave bagels
Jojo Rabbit (2019) - God I love war satires
Sweet Liberty (1986) - Alan Alda having fun and also using his own film as a therapy session
The Majestic (2001) - A rewatch but it's so tragically underrated, Jim Carrey is very good in dramatic roles and McCarthy-era media is like catnip for me
Joker (2019) - This is just Taxi Driver with extra steps
August
Tin & Tina (2023) - Probably one of the worst films I have seen in a while
Battle of the Sexes (2017) - I love women
Four Lions (2010) - The ending really got me, I love when satire gets serious
The Sheriff and the Satellite Kid (1979) - Can we talk about how the theme song is just going "I'm the sheriff" "yes you're the sheriff"
Happiness (1998) - Nauseating but in a "good film but what the fuck" way
They Call Him Bulldozer (1978) - Italian Lagaan
The Talented Mr Ripley (1999) - Sad and Gay
Twister (1996) - So much better than expected
Magnolia (1999) - Cloudy with a chance of frogs, a really long but really good film and I'm not entirely sure I got it
Doubt (2008) - Somehow I watched 5 films with Philip Seymour Hoffman that month because I was haunted by his ghost or something
September
The Terminal (2004) - I assumed this to be more of a classic romcom but the whole concept (based on a true story) is so terrifying and tragic that it made me feel all emotions at once
Apocalypse Now (1979) - I knew a lot of trivia about the film but for some reason I didn't know anything about the cast so every single actor was a surprise and made me go "!!!", Also I kinda wanna write an essay about it
October
Bloodbath at the House of Death (1984) - Some of the gay jokes absolutely killed me
Last Night in Soho (2021) - I'm Not Like the Other Girls to Time Travel Murder Nightmare Pipeline, actually I really enjoyed this one but it's also super silly
The Banshees of Inisherin (2022) - How do you say poor little meow meow in gaeilge
The Menu (2022) - I go to the murder restaurant I order the beesechurger, I was super surprised there's no cannibalism but tbh that would have been low hanging fruit
The Eyes of Tammy Faye (2021) - Explains a lot about religion in the US, I love that she was pro lgbt, also I googled her ex husband and he has a prepper/survivalist thing going on now and scams more people
The Darjeeling Limited (2007) - we can't eat pray love ourselves out of this one boys
Holes (2003) - Hated the book as a teenager for school reasons but gave the film a try and really enjoyed it
Renfield (2023) - I expected werewolves but I enjoyed it nevertheless, My Chemical Romance is on the soundtrack, it's very silly, the effects are great
Interview with the Vampire (1994) - Oh people weren't lying about it being homoerotic
The Big Lebowski (1998) - I've had days that feel like that
November
Pappa ante Portas (1991) - Funnier now that I'm an adult, basically half the jokes my mum makes are from this film
The Meg 2: The Trench (2023) - I watched this while sick and really wanted to see a giant shark fight a giant octopus and boy did it deliver
Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022) - Very nice animation style
JFK (1991) - I actually fell asleep halfway through because it's so long but can we talk about how this film is just A-listers but has some of the worst wigs and makeup I've seen
Bottoms (2023) - A spiritual sequel to Heathers
December
When Harry Met Sally (1989) - They deserve each other (derogatory) but that one restaurant scene was pretty funny
The Royal Nanny (2022) - one of the many Hallmark films my mum made me watch and this is perhaps the worst one, incredibly sexist even for a Hallmark film and they clearly mean Mi5 but say Mi7 which was a WW2 propaganda service? Also they really want me to believe there is a British prince called Colin and that he doesn't look like his family tree is a circle?
I forgot the title but there was also the one where two people get stuck in a time loop while trying to make a sponsored youtube video about baking and I didn't really pay attention much but man that was bad
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carnivorousyandeere · 2 months ago
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Yuki-onna/Snow Spirit; Bloodbath
snowstorm, promise, guiding
Day 11 of @yandere-sins’ Monstober and @ozzgin’s Yantober! Wanted to do more for this fic but. I’m tired 😅
CW: reader death, others’ death, blood, hiking/mountaineering disaster
The snow settles atop you layer after layer in blankets. You’re so tired, and it feels so warm.
Warmer even than your own blood had when it first spilled from your chest, your mouth, before it froze too. So much blood in the snow. Yours, and others’.
You tiredly circled the question— what could I have done differently?
Denied the all-expenses-paid trip.
Ditched when you saw how few extra ropes the expedition leader planned to bring.
Stayed at a lower camp when you saw clouds beginning to form around the summit.
Listened when the guides warned you to stay put, that whoever had tried to summit an hour after the agreed time wouldn’t make it anyway—
But no matter how you sliced it, you could only ever see yourself doing the same thing. You’d always been a hard-headed adrenaline junkie— unable to resist risk after risk, always determined take on the whole damn world and come out on top. But this time… even you had to admit, you’d bitten off more than you can chew.
When a hand reaches out to you, you don’t have the strength to grasp it back. You barely even have the presence of mind to question the lack of a glove, the delicate fingers with no sign of frostbite.
The Yuki-onna drags you from your body with ease, and leads you through the blinding snow to her home deep within the mountain— an honor reserved only for you. Maybe she’d go back to retrieve your corpse, too— it was rare for anyone to do what you did, to try and save lost climbers or bring their bodies back, but still— the thought of anyone touching any piece of you and taking it made her skin crawl with shards of frost.
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silvandar · 11 months ago
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BG3 Durge run: casualty list, sunmary etc. Durge spoilers.
I absolutely loved this run. Durge is like playing a completely different game! The plot is fantastic, and the dialogues are hilarious and very clever.
My Durge looks almost exactly like this! Love this tattoo design.
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Party: Durge fighter, Astarion, Shart, random hireling sorcerer. Picking Duergar was a Choice, their movement is dogshit and they keep getting stuck on jumps 😭
Act 1
Gale: maimed, presumed dead. Unless Mystra took pity on him.
The Grove: bloodbath. Stole everything that wasn't nailed down.
Wyll: dead
Goblin leaders: dead. Minthara tried to shiv me when i picked Astarion over her, should have rerolled just to see her romance scene but it was late and I was tired.
Karlach: dead. Attacked me on sight yelling about the Grove massacre, which was weird but cool. How did she knowwwwww.
Laezel: dead, because she tried to shiv me when i was sick. Otherwise we were besties 😭
Act 2
Oliver: squished
He Who Was: openly likes me, headcanon dating.
Last Light Inn: bloodbath
Jahira: dead
Isobel: dead
Yurgir: freed from contract because i couldn’t trick him into yeeting himself
Nightsong: dead
Shart: Dark Justiciar mode.
Durge plot: think I'm figuring it out. Orin is getting slapped later.
Daddy Thorm: dead. Surprisingly easy to kill when everyone has misty step and range.
Githyanki plot: pretty much ignored.
Romances: dating Astarion, flirting with Shart.
Durge has slayer form which everyone else in the camp thinks is gross, but Durge absolutely loves it.
Act 3
Picking and choosing quests is fun! I'm already level 8 so can easily ignore stuff that feels too "good" to be of interest.
Somehow my general terribleness has made me Chronically Single. So I had to bang drow beef without the offer of a foursome. Sigh. Choosing the "kinky" options was hilarious.
Kissed and made up with Gortash. He's a good guy really, very swauve. Looking forward to killing him later.
Ascended Astarion. Went at level 10, fight was surprisingly easy now I know the mechanics of the power boosts. Also having Turn Undead is big and clever. Watching Cazador scuttle like a cockroach was very cathartic.
Murder tribunal: Met Saravok, he was fun! Chatted about the old days, killed an elephant, bathed in some blood. Good times.
Nightsong redux: Robbed Lorroakan while he sulked about the Nightsong being dead. Astarion can now summon Ghouls. (Genuinely, just hopped on downstairs and cleaned out the vault. Not a single combat reaction from anyone. Bugged? Or just wizarding hubris? Didn't try to take anything from the main tower tho as I didn't need the robes or staff.)
House of Grief: Shart turned about 1/4 of the adds to our side, so it was a surprisingly easy fight. Shart is now God's Extra Special Princess.
Orin: died in 3 turns, just went Slayer on her and ripped her apart. Fun! Astarion has a new sword.
Saravok redux: Durge has a nice new sword and hat. Although he did one-shot me at one point. Don't know why I expected anything other than a fight, honestly.
Gortash: roasted by the Netherbrain. Saves me killing him I guess. Bit annoyed that I couldn't loot him.
Ignored Raphael and Orpheus completely. Gave the Emperor the Netherstones. Pretty much zero Githyanki plot on this run, as it seemed pointless with Laezel dead.
Netherbrain: much harder with only 2 sets of allies! Blinding the dragon helped, and for some reason the mage got stuck and glitched, so I consider the fight Cheesed By Accident.
Ending: murdered the Emperor, dominated the Netherbrain, turned my party into thralls, ruled the world as Bhaal's Chosen. Epic end scene, absolutely brilliant. IN BHAAL'S NAME!
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trafficlife · 11 months ago
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smalletho fic you say?👀👀👀👀
👀👀👀👀👀👀 indeed! smalletho fic idea that hit me like a sledgehammer two days ago!
SO. etho is a skilled assassin that's tasked with killing joel, who is a very bloodthirsty vampire, because all of the other assassins died to him
and since i am too excited to keep this to myself, i'll give you a snippet from the beginning! i am a little over 1k words in and i haven't even gotten to the part where etho meets joel
Etho was a mess. Well, physically he was. Maybe mentally as well, but he’d deal with that another day. His senses were completely overpowered by scarlet blood, thick and abundant and everywhere. It was on his face, his clothes, his dagger, his victim. And now it was pooling onto the pavement, creating a thick crimson puddle for Etho to stare into. A twisted mirror, that puddle of blood was. It was a reminder of how far Etho had come. Whether or not he was proud of his progress, he wasn't entirely sure. Etho couldn’t stare at himself much longer. He didn’t want to come to regret this line of work, when he was just so good at it. He’s been an assassin for four years. And in that time, he quickly climbed the ranks, becoming sought after by hirers and potential victims that wanted to kill Etho before he killed them first. And yet, even after four years, he was still astounded by how much blood his dagger could draw. Blood dripped down from the jagged blade, dripping onto the pavement and creating a path as Etho walked away. It was a path that Etho knew extended far past his victim, past the borders of his town. He had been traveling on this path for so long, he forgot where he started, nor did he anticipate reaching an end. Get the job done, collect your rewards, and run. That was Etho’s new motto, as it was all he could do. But no matter how far he traveled, no matter how much he ran, he was just running in circles. Etho fell into a cycle with no real way to escape. Even if he stopped this line of work, it didn’t mean he���d live peacefully. He had several targets on his back and became extra cautious of potential traps and hidden assassins. It was a dog-eat-dog world and Etho knew he wouldn’t stay on top for long. But somehow, the risk of getting murdered didn’t bother Etho as much as it should. He was more concerned about if, in the future, he could deal with the bloodbath he showered himself in constantly.
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shesinshambles · 2 years ago
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mary goore req ?? mutual m. their hands down each others pants while watching a movie on the couch together 😙
Hi Anon! So sorry for how long this took but hope you like it ❤️
18+ under the cut.
There was one good thing about living with Mary Goore. Well, okay, there were actually quite a few things that were great about living with Mary Goore. Free entry into all the clubs cause he always knew some guy who knew the owner, free gigs, takeout pizza on the counter when you got home from work, midnight runs to the Korean grocery store halfway across town that sold the best fried chicken when they were craving a special kinda treat, and though he’d be loathe to admit, all the cuddles you wanted when you both laid down for the night. And other things. There were many advantages actually now that you were thinking about it. But the one thing that triumphed over all of them, and that was so incredibly silly the more you thought about it, was that you had total, uninhibited access to Mary’s wardrobe. All the ratty tees and boxer shorts for your taking. And tonight, when Mary had come stomping in with a mountain of fluffy snow atop their head, griping about how cold they were and that all they’d wanted to do was flop down on the couch and watch a movie, you sprung into action. Matching morbid angel tee cause of course Mary owned multiple pairs who did you honestly think he was? The baggiest pair of boxers in his wardrobe, and your giant fluffy blanket.
Perfectly cozy, a big bowl of popcorn sat half-eaten on the coffee table with a box of pizza from the shop around the corner; neither of you had wanted to venture outside in the blizzard so you embarrassingly had it delivered, tipping the poor delivery guy extra well for forcing him to make the trek for you. The screeching from whatever slasher movie Mary put on was thrumming in the background, but you paid it no mind, perfectly content to cuddle into your partner, pillowing your head on Mary’s chest and sliding your hands under their shirt for extra warmth. Movie nights were your favourite. Under the blankets with Mary, his hands lazily roaming over your curves, the dip of your waist, the swell of your hips. A mindless habit of his that no matter how unintentional it was, got you worked up in the best way.
You yawn, snuggling into Mary’s neck, looking up to their face. You watch their expressions, the subtle shift in their eyes, pupils blowing wide, a whisper of a grin forming on their lips as they watch the movie. It’s dark, and you squint at the screen. Where the hell did your glasses go? From what your bleary eyes could see, it looked like an utter bloodbath. Some poor girl covered in blood, cuts and bruises was running through a dense forest, breath ragged, eking out high-pitched whines as she tried to tamp down her sobs. The killer not far behind. Their acute senses so finely attuned to the atmosphere of the woods, ears pricking at the cracking of twigs. They trudged forth like a machine, footsteps confident, quick, lethal. You sigh. She wouldn’t last long. So you let your eyes shut and hook your leg over Mary’s hips, sliding it between his legs. He wouldn’t mind if you dosed a bit.
“Sleepy?”
“A little,” you murmur into their shirt, hands tracing over the planes of their chest. They caress your hair, massaging your scalp just the way you like it. You rock lazily in his lap, burrowing into him. And as you’re about to drift off when an awful screeching from the television pulls you out of your cozy bubble and you drag your eyes back to the screen to find yourself grimacing at the gory scene as the killer catches their prey. Mary’s breath hitches ever so slightly, and he shifts on the couch. You feel the beginnings of his erection twitching against your inner thigh and taking a sneaky peek up; you see Mary transfixed by the screen, their lower lip pinched between their teeth. His hand starts to knead into your waist, pawing nearly desperately at your supple flesh. You grin knowingly. You love movie nights. You press a featherlight kiss to his jaw, the stubble from their five o’clock shadow prickling your lips slightly.
“Hey,” you murmur, running your hand up and down Mary’s chest, feeling the flutter of their heart beneath your palm. He flicks his eyes down to you, softening as he meets your gaze.
“Thought you were sleepin’.” You shrug. Sleep can wait, and honestly, you’d rather be doing something else right now.
“Can’t,” you sigh, eyes flicking down to their rosy lips.
“C’mere,” Mary whispers, gripping your chin and leaning in for a kiss. You moan softly, melting into it, letting Mary’s tongue swirl lazily with yours, letting that bubbling heat slowly pool between your thighs. His hands roam down to your hips, pulling you firmly against him, squeezing your ass. “Fuck I love it when you wear my clothes.” Their voice is husky as they mouth at the shell of your ear, and you giggle, sighing as you squirm in their lap, the friction sending delicious shocks pulsing through your core. Mary groans as you rub against his hard cock. You grin against their neck, and deepening your kiss, moaning into their mouth, your hand begins the slow and sensual journey down Marys’ sternum, fingers ghosting down their soft abdomen, following the sparse smattering of hair past their navel, sliding underneath the waistband of their underwear to pull them out and take their length, heavy and leaking, into your palm.
“I love you, Mary,” you keen against his lips, and he devours your lips, a slow, sloppy kiss that makes you feel whole and completely one all at once. Their breath comes out in a forceful puff through their nostrils as you stroke them slowly, thumb circling over their leaking head then down to palm at his balls.
“I love you,” Mary moans. “Love you so much.” The movie is long forgotten, breathy sighs and moans, wet kisses and whines drowns everything out and it’s only the two of you in the world, clinging to one another. You whimper against his lips when Mary slides their hand down to run their fingers through your dripping slit, the heel of their hand pressing into your clit. You buck your hips, soft grunts escaping as he sucks at the soft flesh of your neck, marking you as his, grinding their hand slowly into your sweet spot.
“Mary.” Your whines are desperate, yearning, like you couldn’t get close enough to them. Like you haven’t been theirs for months now. Yearning to be his and all his.
“Love you like this,” Mary rasps out in between kisses, a self-satisfied smirk on their lips as your hand scrabbles to clutch his shirt as he finds the perfect rhythm and slides a finger inside you. Their breath hitches as you squeeze their girth and drag your hand down to his base just as he likes it. And soon your lost in your little bubble, only you and Mary, stroking one another lazily, your face buried into their neck, hips rocking to your own rhythms as you nudge one another closer to the edge.
“Put another finger in me, Mary,” you moan, licking a stripe up their neck, Mary groans, throwing their head back as you gently twist your wrist. Mary acquiesces, stretching you further, pumping their fingers slowly in and out of you, his palm grinding into you incessantly.
“Fuck you’re good,” they moan, biting your bottom lip and trapping you in a hot kiss, all tongue and teeth. “So good. You like when I fuck you like this?” And he pulls his head back, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to look up at him; they curl their fingers inside your cunt and your mouth opens, a high-pitched whine eking out as Mary finds your sweet spot and grins knowingly. “Answer me, baby.” You slide your other hand to squeeze his balls in response, and Mary lets out a low grunt and an ah fuck, muttered under their breath.
“Y-yes, Mary. Love your fingers inside me. Love your cock,” you purr, picking up the pace as you feel Mary harden more in your hands, using the two to slide up and down their shaft. He was so close, bucking and grunting, an adorable crease appearing between their eyebrows as they picked up the speed, pressing into your clit. You rock your hips along to the pace Mary sets. He rewards you with a good girl That has you mewling into their neck.
“That’s it baby,” Mary pants. “Fffuck,” they hiss as your thumb circles their cockhead. “Fuck my fingers, sweetheart.” The pressure on your clit is becoming to much and you squirm but Mary follows you, using their free hand to hold you in place, fucking you closer and closer. Every curl has you chanting, little oh’s punching out under your breath as you fall over the edge, pulsing around his expert fingers. You collapse against Mary’s chest, breath ragged, in the crook of their neck as they massaged out the remaining shocks, your hips stuttering and bucking.
And soon Mary was following you over the crest, rutting into your hand. “Fuck you feel good,” they groaned, and you squeezed the base of his cock in response, sighing as Mary’s moans turned into grunts. “Fuck I-I’m gonna cum.”
“I love you, Mary. Love you so much.” You whisper it into the dip of their collar bone. And as you feel Mary’s cock twitch, their hips stuttering, you lick one slow stripe up his neck to his jaw and purr, “Yours.”
“Fuck, fuck, fffuck,” Mary cums, hips stuttering, chanting out in high pitched whines. You stroke them slowly through their climax, rubbing his sensitive cock-head, his cum spilling out hot over your hand. Mary devours you into an all-consuming kiss, smashing their lips to yours, pushing their tongue into your mouth, and you sigh into it. Completely theirs. Fingers digging into your flesh, fusing to your skin. All yours. You both pull away, panting and heaving, ecstatic. “Bedroom. Now.” Mary growls, eyes dark and full of lust. Your stomach flutters.
“What about the movie?” You protest, but you’re giggling as your partner gathers you up in their arms and stands up, making the journey to the bed on shaky legs.
“Fuck the movie.”
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