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[adamwatchesmovies]

The Maze Runner (2014)

Is a movie only as good as its worst scene? If your answer is yes, then you better turn off The Maze Runner at the hour and forty-two-minute mark. For the most part, this is a good dystopian science fiction thriller. The further in you go, the more you want to know. It’s a cut above the other YA novel adaptations; miles ahead of Divergent and the like. That end scene though… It isn’t bad, but it’s a misstep.

A 16-year-old boy (Dylan O’Brien) wakes up inside a service elevator with no memory of who he is, or how he arrived there. As its doors open, he is greeted by other boys, all of whom arrived under similar circumstances. Someone placed them in “the Glade”, a grassy area encircled by a large maze whose shifting corridors house monstrous creatures. Why? And to what end?

This movie is half mystery and half ticking clocks. It starts at full-speed (appropriate considering the title) by dropping you in this weird place. It’s a little Lord of the Flies-ish but the makeshift society the boys built never devolved into chaos thanks to that one common enemy: the maze. Its doors open every morning and close every night. Inside are the “Greavers”, monsters who are introduced to the audience in the best way. At first, we only hear rumours. Then, a noise. Later, we spot them in the distance and when we finally see one close-up, it just raises further questions. They’re like the maze itself. You want to sit down and figure them out but that's too dangerous.

There’s nothing more exciting than seeing Thomas (everyone remembers their name eventually) run through a corridor as it gets narrower and narrower. You think he's going to be crushed but he suddenly spots a doorway that just opened up. He makes it through, and breathes. Then, he looks up. The lights are dimming. Time is running out, and now, another mystery. What new danger has he got himself into?

While Will Poulter as Gally plays the closest thing the movie has to an antagonist, even he’s pretty reasonable once you get to know him. Overall, the characters are likeable, they act logically, and they’re smart. The maze, and whoever built it are the real villains. Until the boys can figure out what's going on, they’re at the architect's mercy. The characters know this and make the effort to work together. There are solid moments of bonding between the “Gladers”, meaning you care about them when things get heated.

And then, we get to the conclusion. We get an explanation for why things are the way they are and it doesn’t hold up. If anything, it just raises a bunch of questions and overcomplicates everything. Sometimes, there's such a thing as being overconfident. The Maze Runner would be a better film if it was self-contained. It’s like they said “we know it’s nutty, but put it in anyway. That’s how it was in the book and we want this to be a franchise.“

If The Maze Runner cut itself short by just a few minutes, it would be a much better picture. That one moment isn’t enough to make it bad, however. It’s got plenty of compelling mysteries and exciting action. Within just a few minutes, you’ll be fully invested and that will carry you through the whole thing. Of the many, many YA novel adaptations we’ve seen since Harry Potter, Twilight and The Hunger Games exploded onto the screen, this is one of the better ones. (On DVD, May 3, 2019)

[strikersexhaver]

greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for bg3?

I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black (trad, mopey, mall, black-metal, and hippie goth styles mainly, both fem and masc) or and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, witchcraft, true crime, necromancy, anatomy, etc. I typically consider myself a "gorehound" ig. I participate in "Vulture Culture"; and I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

when I become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. most of my humor comes off really insulting, and I’m brutally honest, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke or I didn’t mean it if it becomes a problem. even though I do have a hard time understanding social cues.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though, and I own four guinea pigs that I protect with my life. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things. It’s not as common now but I used to get called a vampire by other kids when I was younger since I had oddly pointy canine teeth. I find it funny, seeing how I am today. I also have an inside joke with my family where they call me "Irl Daria" which I find funny.

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. especially with the types mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, pierce the veil, deftones, soad, cannibal corpse, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes radiohead, insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory I have. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I also work as a scare actor.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I also have this specific blanket I can literally not sleep without. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like asd, insomnia, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time and feel free to shoot me a request in return. <3

I pair you with…

Shadowheart 🖤

You two both have a similar style, albeit her’s isn’t traditionally gothic. It’s definitely in some ways alternative.

Granted, it’s probably due to the fact people of Shar’s embrace enjoy a darker style in order to represent her.

She also understands the idea of being more quiet and on your own lonesome, she too indulges in that pleasure.

It’s something she’d probably enjoy having with you. Quiet sweet moments in the dark or- well anywhere.

She also prefers straightforwardness than anything to get to the point quicker.

Life is a ticking time bomb with the tadpole after all.

Animals are something she loves too, sure she dislikes some- but she has shown to embrace nature’s gifts. Which include- animals.

She’d honestly offer to watch your guinea pigs if you happen to be busy on occasions. Probably further down the line however.

Shadowheart has a poor past, she suffers from as well. Depression alongside anxiety is something she too faces, she can sympathize with your pain.

Albeit even if you dislike kids and she doesn’t as long as you two can see eye to eye on goodness for children it’ll be fine.

[asrinataysa]

Riview of flim "THE MAZE RUNNER

The Maze Runner is a 2014 American science fiction dystopian action thriller film directed by Wes Ball, based on the 2009 novel of the same name by James Dashner. The film is the first "installment" in The Maze Runner film series and was produced by Ellen Goldsmith-Vein, Wyck Godfrey, Marty Bowen, and Lee Stollman with background score by Noah Oppenheim, Grant Pierce Myers, and T.S. Nowlin. The movie stars Dylan O'Brien, Kaya Scodelario, Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Will Poulter, and Ki Hong Lee.

The story begins with a teenager named Thomas who suddenly wakes up in the middle of a forest with no memory of who he is or how he got there. He soon realizes that he is in the Glade, a community inhabited by a group of boys his age. The Glade is surrounded by giant walls that form a very intricate maze. The boys have lived in the Glade for several years and are trying to find their way out of the maze.

Once every month, an elevator brought food supplies and a new boy to the Glade. However, when a girl named Teresa arrived, it was a big change as she was the only girl to ever come to the Glade. She also brings a mysterious message that shakes up the community.

Thomas decides to become a maze runner whose job is to explore the maze every day and find a way out. Together with his friends, he tries to understand the true purpose of the maze and who controls it. They must also face the dangers of the mysterious creatures known as Grievers, who inhabit the maze.

The movie follows the adventures of Thomas and his friends as they attempt to unravel the mystery behind the maze and escape the increasingly dangerous situation. The movie is full of thrilling action and puzzles and reveals many secrets that rock their world.

There are three moral messages contained in this movie, namely

dare to get out of your comfort zone.Seen in the movie Maze Runner 1 when Thomas (Dylan O'brien) tried to find out what was behind the maze walls. If only Thomas did not dare to get out of the maze, maybe now they could not feel freedom and live life without having to worry about WCKD (a kind of organization that likes to capture young people for lab experiments) will catch them.

loyal friend. This movie teaches us to be loyal and not to abandon friends when they are getting help.

risk-taking and sacrifice. If Thomas didn't take the risk they might be trapped in the labyrinth with the fear that they couldn't get out and be there forever.

I think when I saw this movie I felt like I was getting into the story and as if I was trapped in the maze. Thinking about solving problems, especially when there were monsters chasing Thomas, I panicked myself. At the beginning I was scared and still confused about how the storyline was but gradually I understood how the plot was and strangely I couldn't guess what the next scene would be like and at the end it turned out that there was still a part 2 flim but I hadn't had time to watch it.

Regarding the characters, I like all of them, but not Gally, he likes Thomas and he likes to blame Thomas for often breaking the rules, then his position is removed and he blames Thomas because of Thomas' actions Gally is not a member of the runners anymore and according to him Thomas' arrival ruined everything in the Glade. Eh, when at the end of the movie the others entered the maze, he followed and made trouble and finally he was accidentally killed by Minho.

And one more thing when I saw this movie I realized that the backsound was very little and it actually made the movie seem real I liked it and the backsound that was taken on average was soft and some were loud but not bad I liked it.

So I suggest that if you want to watch this movie in the room or in a group, you can also do it as long as if there is a shocking scene, don't scream, thank you. I write this feeling nostalgic xixixixi

[chloeemaybank]

characters under the cut, organized by fc. if you want to rp with one, or a couple, of them just message me. (adding more as i go)

females; (multiple of the same fc)

dove cameron:

abbey sampson | 24 years old | dancer & singer | human

kimber halliwell | 26 years old | club owner | witch

chloe larissa maybank | 19 years old | waitress at the wreck | human

tatum monroe | 27 years old | baker | human

jillian cowan | 27 years old | actress | human (separate plot)

giorgia whigham:

stefanie myers | 27 years old | nurse | human

sydney sweeney:

charlotte brennon | 26 years old | forensic anthropology student | human

sabrina carpenter:

ryelle rothschild | 24 years old | jewelry store manager | human

jenna ortega:

tina gomez | 20 years old | college student | human

madelyn cline:

sammy yearwood | 26 years old | model | human

alycia debnam-carey:

alice westyn | 23 years old | ballet dancer | human or vampire (depending on the plot)

willa parker | 27 years old | bartender | human

cassie stevens | 27 years old | interior designer | human

claire holt:

olivia halliwell | 24 years old | nurse | witch

danielle rose russell:

anastasia hill | 23 years old | stylist | human

hope mikaelson | 23 years old | teacher at salvatore school | tribrid

mary mouser:

haley mason | 26 years old | makeup artist | human

nova munson | 25 years old | college student | human

lili reinhart:

adalynn hale | 22 years old | photographer | human

elisa harker | 22 years old | barista/college student | human or vampire (depending on the plot)

jaz sinclair:

mia ellis | 26 years old | casino dealer | human

josephine langford:

laurel harker | 24 years old | waitress & barista | human

katherine langford:

mina rollins | 25 years old | fashion designer | human

crystal reed:

trinity scott | 30 years old | club owner | human

allison argent | 26 years old | hunter | human

chloe bennet:

lana wang | 26 years old | waitress | human

daisy johnson | 28 years old | agent for s.h.i.e.l.d | inhuman

scout taylor-compton:

starla miller | 29 years old | pediatrician | human

candice accola:

annabelle 'belle' stone | 29 years old | pastry chef | human

harper halliwell | 25 years old | beautician | witch

zendaya coleman:

tatiana major | 24 years old | dancer | human

vanessa morgan:

shayna thompson | 30 years old | singer | human

toni topaz | 31 years old | bar owner | human

phoebe tonkin:

trixie turner | 27 years old | fashion designer | human or vampire (depending on the plot)

hayley marshall | 32 years old | bottle service girl | hybrid

mikey madison:

gabriella addams | 24 years old | dancer | human

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males; (multiple of the same fc)

miles heizer:

tommy halliwell | 20 to 24 years old (depending on the plot) | photographer | witch

max timmons | 29 years old | cook | human

kyle gallner:

kieran halliwell | 27 years old | bartender | witch

quentin pierce | 28 years old | security guard | werewolf or human (depending on the plot)

jeremy allen white:

elliot stryker | 26 years old | mechanic | human

lip gallagher | 24 years old | architect | human

grant gustin:

barry allen | 29 years old | csi at ccpd & superhero | meta-human

campbell mills | 28 years old | artist | human

tom holland:

stevie langdon | 24 years old | writer | human

peter parker | 22 years old | college student & hero | superhuman

dylan o'brien:

stiles stilinski | 25 years old | fbi agent | human

daniel sharman:

killian samson | 27 years old | restaurant owner | human

dylan minnette:

wes jensen | 26 years old | veterinary assistant | human

joe keery:

steve harrington | 25 years old | sales associate at hot topic | human

kip ackerman | 27 years old | novelist | human

josh hutcherson:

ethan redfield | 27 years old | security guard | werewolf

christian bardot | 28 years old | waiter | human

tanner buchanan:

oliver halliwell | 23 years old | martial arts instructor | witch

xolo maridueña:

remy martinez | 22 years old | cook | human

[indiejones]

THE 100 MOST POPULAR AMERICAN ACTORS OF ALL TIME ! (BASED ON INDIES SUBCONSCIOUS ASSESSMENT OF THE HIGHEST INFLATION-ADJUSTED WORLDWIDE GROSSING AMERICAN FILMS OF ALL TIME !) (1900-2022)

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http://www.imdb.com/list/ls520917541/

1. .Harrison Ford 2. .Michael J. Fox 3. .Charles Chaplin 4. .Bruce Lee 5. .Cary Grant 6. .Jackie Chan 7. .Gary Cooper 8. .Macaulay Culkin 9. .James Stewart 10. .Clark Gable 11. .Clint Eastwood 12. .Sean Connery 13. .Peter Sellers 14. .Marlon Brando 15. .Humphrey Bogart 16. .Tom Hanks 17. .Mel Gibson 18. .Steve McQueen 19. .Leonardo Di Caprio 20. .Martin Sheen 21. .Orson Welles 22. .Gary Oldman 23. .Fred Astaire 24. .Robin Williams 25. .Kirk Douglas 26. .Eddie Murphy 27. .Keanu Reeves 28. .Jim Carrey 29. .George Clooney 30. .Gregory Peck 31. .Charles Laughton 32. .John Cleese 33. .Hugh Grant 34. .John Travolta 35. .Roger Moore 36. .Charlie Sheen 37. .Gene Hackman 38. .Douglas Fairbanks 39. .Daniel Radcliffe 40. .Tommy Lee Jones 41. .Christopher Plummer 42. .Al Pacino 43. .Rowan Atkinson 44. .Henry Fonda 45. .Peter O’ Toole 46. .Albert Finney 47. .Timothy Dalton 48. .Brad Pitt 49. .Michael Keaton 50. .John Wayne 51. .Steve Martin 52. .Christopher Reeve 53. .Pierce Brosnan 54. .Walter Pidgeon 55. .Michael Douglas 56. .Brendan Fraser 57. .Christian Bale 58. .Dustin Hoffman 59. .Johnny Depp 60. .Jeff Goldblum 61. .Michael Caine 62. .Robert Redford 63. .Danny De Vito 64. .Jack Lemmon 65. .Dan Aykroyd 66. .Ethan Hawke 67. .Ronald Colman 68. .Jon Voight 69. .Kevin Bacon 70. .Mickey Rooney 71. .Sylvester Stallone 72. .George C. Scott 73. .Peter Ustinov 74. .Jack Nicholson 75. .Robert De Niro 76. .Arnold Schwarzenegger 77. .Bruce Willis 78. .Morgan Freeman 79. .Walter Matthau 80. .Richard Gere 81. .Spencer Tracy 82. .Colin Firth 83. .Martin Lawrence 84. .Tom Cruise 85. .James Cagney 86. .George Kennedy 87. .Richard Burton 88. .James Woods 89. .Patrick Swayze 90. .Kevin Costner 91. .Gerard Depardieu 92. .Rex Harrison 93. .Fredric March 94. .Woody Allen 95. .Mike Myers 96. .Charles Boyer 97. .Daniel Craig 98. .Montgomery Clift 99. .Robert Downey Jr. 100. .Chevy Chase

[harrypotterhousequotes]

HUFFLEPUFF: "The most important thing is that we all have each other, because we're all in this together." --Noah Oppenheim + Grant Pierce Myers + T.S. Nowlin (Newt: The Maze Runner)

[shilohbright]

( taylor russell, gender fluid, she/they ) the stowe ski resort welcomes SHILOH BRIGHT! they’re a 26 year-old PODCAST HOST. the staff says they’re quite shy, but i heard they can also be pretty NAIVE. rumor has it that THEY CAN GROW ANYTHING, and they like to spend their free time GARDENING. 

* basic .

full name: shiloh adeline grant nicknames: shy age: twnety - six  date of birth: 5 march hometown: taos, new mexico gender: genderfluid pronouns: she/they sexual orientation: bisexual relationship status: single living arrangements: a small apartment with her father  languages spoken: english, japanese character influences: perfuma (she ra), keyleth (critical role), blake mcintyre (yesterday is history), mack (you should see me in a crown)

* physical .

fc: taylor russell hair color: brown eye color: brown height: 5'8" tattoos: a lily behind her ear piercings: ears clothing style: dressy. floral prints and flowy dresses usual expression: smiling sociability: loves groups, but also loves plants nsfw below for drug / alcohol related questions: addictions: none drug use: no alcohol use: socially, if prodded

* personality .

label: the wildflower positive traits: friendly, sympathetic negative traits: naïve, predictable hobbies: gardening

* favorites .

colour: grey music: abba movies: lord of the rings: return of the king sport: none beverage: sunkist food: mint chocolate ice cream animal: butterflies

* family .

father: derek sal grant mother: julianne sally king  sibling(s): none pet(s): bitty, a small kitten

* extras .

greek zodiac: taurus element: earth celtic zodiac: willow myers briggs: infj-t / 62% introverted, 69% intuitive, 98% feeling, 56% judging, 89% turbulent enneagram: peacemaker temperament: phlegmatic seven roles: the priest moral alignment: lawful good

* basic background .  /  tw for divorce .

their parents weren’t really great and kind of always used shiloh as a go between for any argument they had. shiloh is a local, so her father works at the resort. their parents divorced when they were about ten. for a few years shiloh’s mom stuck around town, but she left two years after the divorce when shiloh was almost thirteen. they tended to live with their dad more than their mom after the divorce because it was easier. she has always been interested in plants and has a green thumb. shiloh basically just returned to town a bit ago after getting a master’s degree in botany. she has her own podcast where she talks about plants, which got really popular when she was in college and has now made that her full time job, though works part time at the resort. 

* reason for being in the area .  /  they are a local that lives with their father. 

[boneswriteswords]

Showers: Slasher Version (The Bois)

Hi, here is a thing. None of the writing is even. I don’t care. I struggled. 

Hope y’all like it. :) Its my usual crap quality. Also if there is someone you want me to add to these sorts of things, let me know. I just picked based on who I know best. 

Warning: Some of these are kinda NSFW. Like not really but its h i n t e d.

This is unedited and unbeta’d because we die like men here.

Jason Voorhees: 

Jason had issues with water. Even before you knew he was more than an urban myth, you figured he’d have major hang-ups being around water. His tragic drowning at the hands of cruel children and incompetent counselors would have given him lasting trauma around water. 

And you were right. 

However, you weren’t prepared for the hang-ups to extend to showers simply because it didn’t involve large bodies of water. Granted, he never needed to shower before. The only times the layers of grime slipped off his body were when it was raining and even then, he often took shelter in his cabin to avoid it. All water was bad water. 

That changed when you came around. He chose you to be loved by him. His mother encouraged him, telling him that you were his and you were there to love him and his mother has never been wrong before. 

She wasn’t this time either. You looked at him in all that he was and loved him so truly that his heart would have stuttered a beat if he had one. In turn, Jason’s diamond sharp focus centers on you, keeping you away from harm as best he can. He keeps you close to him, his world off-kilter when he can’t see you immediately. 

You had never felt so safe in your life, knowing he was there guarding you. Knowing he was killing to make sure you stayed safe.

To his dismay, however, he discovered that you liked water. You liked showers and baths. You liked swimming. You liked to sit on the porch and listen to the rain. You liked taking walks when the rain was light enough to not get completely drenched. You liked it all.

He hated it.

But he loved you.

And he trusted that you would never lead him into danger. 

“The water is warm. The steam rises and shrouds everything in a dream. The day washes from your body and prepares you for a new day. There is is healing in cleanliness,” you told him as you undressed one evening, unperturbed by his eyes roaming over your body. It wasn’t a new sensation, the feeling of his gaze on your naked body but it still delighted you.

Jason watched you as you turn the shower on and stepped inside.

His hunger for you stirred, clawing its way to the surface as he watched you squirt some delicious smelling concoction into your hands and lathered into your hair. He liked the way the suds slithered down your body. 

If he wanted to join you, he’d have to get in.

Slowly, he undressed and stepped inside behind you, your hand already reaching out for his.

Michael Myers:

Michael is not going to shower unless there is some benefit for him. If he feels inclined to bathe, he will just stand under the spray (or the rain) for a bit and call it a day. No scrubbing. No washing. No actual removal of anything other than the surface layer of gross. He doesn’t care all that much about how dirty he is. He’s just going to get dirty again.

That doesn’t mean he won’t join you when you shower. Michael is hedonistic; he does what he wants and searches for things that feel good to him. It is part of why he kills so much – it feels good to him. In the months after he followed you home and refused to leave, he found that he very much likes how it feels when you run your hands along his body with soapy water.

A lot about you makes him feel good – its why he’s keeping you alive and protected – but the sensations of warm water, small hands, and the different smells of your bathing products are at the top of the list.

He insists on being present during all your showers as a result.

You sighed at the familiar squeak of the shower door, the rush of cold air against your side, the grip on your wrist dragging you a step over towards the intruder.

“Hi Michael,” you sigh, wiping your eyes with your free hand so you can look up at him. His mask was still on, the steam from the shower not so intense that he felt the need to remove it this time, and his eyes pierced yours from behind it. He didn’t respond, he hardly ever did, but the hand griping your wrist brought it up and laid it on the soap.

You could feel your lips twitch as you lather it in your hands, “Where do you want me to start?”

Michael grunted, taking your wrist again and laying on his chest. You suppressed a grin. Michael didn’t like when you pointed out that he liked things and would stop doing them out of protest.

“Okay,” you whisper, the sound getting lost as you run your hands from the top of his shoulders to the dip of his waist, doing your best to ignore the soft contented grumbling vibrating under your hands. 

Brahms Heelshire:

Contrary to what you expected from him, Brahms loves to take baths and showers. He likes being warm above all else, having been forced to endure harsh cold weather during his years in the walls of his home. 

(You once asked him why he preferred to be running hot, given what happened to him, and, in a rare glimpse of Adult!Brahms, he told you he has issues with flames and not warmth. Warmth does not mean fire.) The showers and baths provide it in a way your arms can’t and he likes to revel in the sensation.

However, just because he likes it, doesn’t mean he is going to make your life any easier by getting in when you instruct him to. He is a brat and while he loves you more than any living that has ever or will ever exist, he loves to make your job taking care of him harder. You have to work for it. 

‘Its only fair,’ he tells himself, grinning behind his mask as you get the shower ready for him, scolding him as you do, ‘You made me love you without having to work for it. I continue to love you without you having to work for it. You have to work for something.’ 

“Okay Brahms, get in. Its nice and warm but not too hot. Time to get clean,” you say, stepping away from the shower, frowning when you see that he was still fully clothed. 

You sigh, “Brahms, we talked about this. You need to shower. Its been four days. You promised me.”

“No,” he stomped his foot, child voice in full effect, “I don’t want to.”

“Brahms -”

“No!”

“Brah-”

“No! No! NO!”

“Bra-”

“NOOOOOOOO!”

“Okay! Fine. No shower for Brahms,” you grumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose and his grin widens at your mounting frustration, “You can go now.”

He lets out a childish yell, grabbing your hand so you can play with him, but you stand firm when he tries to tug you along.

“Hey?!”

“Oh no Brahms. You may not want this shower,” you grin and his heart beats hard against his ribs, “But I do. You may go but I fully plan to enjoy this shower.”

You pause, letting go of his hand so you can remove the cardigan he had forced you into earlier in the day and letting it drop onto the floor. You start to work open the buttons on your shirt, taking a peek at him from under your lashes as you did.

“Its a shame that I’ll be in there all alone. We could have shared it but I guess I can’t make you now can I?”

Your shirt fell to the floor.

He knew he was being tricked. He knew this was a ploy to get him to bathe. He knew he was losing the game he started.

You slide your pants down your legs, your underwear going with it, and turn around. The length of your back, the dip of your spine as it curves into your ass, the little crease of flesh that he loves to stroke and bite....all open for his consumption. He watched as you reached behind, unsnapping your bra and peeling it away from you.

Fuck it, he decided as he pulled his cardigan off, he’ll just have you work for something else. 

Bubba Sawyer:

Baby Boi Sawyer is a sweaty boy. He is a hard working man. He works on the property during the morning, cuts and prepares the meat during the afternoon, cooks dinner in the evening, and passes at night out most days. Bathing was something he didn’t do as much as one should simply because of how impractical it was. 

And, a lot of the time, there wasn’t any decently tempered water left after his brothers showered. Drayton always got first dibs because he ‘worked out of the home and needed to look presentable.’ 

Bubba immediately took up a better hygiene routine when he met you. Short showers in the morning. Two rinses in the afternoon depending on what you were doing that day (he’d skip them if you were at the gas station for the day). A longer shower before dinner. There was a bar of soap in one of the pockets of his apron at all times. 

You quickly became family to the Sawyers, accepting and falling into their lifestyle seamlessly with little to no bitching from Drayton.

And under no circumstances did he want you to think he was stinky. He was already struggling with the fact that you’d think he was ugly and dumb. He couldn’t change his face - the masks helped hide it but he knew there was no fixing what was underneath - and he couldn’t change his inability to speak - he tried so hard to learn so you’d think he was smart but he just couldn’t make the words come out - but he could change how he smelled. 

You also seemed to like to seek him out during the day, bringing out fresh lemonade and snacks so he was forced to take a break from his work and chat with you. 

Bubba loved it. He loved you.

But he hated it. He hated himself.

He had to work and when he worked, he sweat and when he sweat, he stunk and if he stunk, you wouldn’t like him. He was anxious, tipping around you throughout the day to wash down and decrease the smell before you found him. He had never been so paranoid in his life.

It was only a matter of time before you caught him off guard though.

It was the best day of his life. 

Not only did you not mind the smell (“Bubby, sweetest of men, you work all day outside in the heat. You sweat. I’d be surprised if you didn’t have a bit of smell”), but you told him you thought he was attractive (“You are literally so attractive when you’re working and covered in dirt. Its not fair.). You leaned into him, paying no attention to the dampness of his clothing and how some of it transferred onto yours, and gave him a kiss, paying even less attention to the sweat above his upper lip. You leaned into him during dinner - the first time he hadn’t showered beforehand since knowing you -, pressing into him as close as possible while eating and interlocked your leg with his under the table.

But the best part was when you pulled him into the shower when the day’s work was done and scrubbed him clean, smiling into his mouth as you did. 

Bo Sinclair:

Showers are one of the few places where Bo can be soft with you. In public, he maintains a carefully crafted visage of a stereotypical tough guy. Toxically masculine. Overly rough. Dominating. Borderline violent in every twitch of his brow and flex of his fingers. Bo would rather chew his own tongue off than admit he was anything softer than a rock.

But you knew better.

In private, away from the prying eyes of the living and the dead, he becomes pliable, veneer slipping away from where it’s settled in the tension in his shoulders and clench of his jaw. His touch loosens into a grip less desperate. He breathes deeper. 

He folds into you like clay, allowing you to guide him. He relaxes in your arms and allows everything to drift away. Nothing can get him. Not his victims. Not his responsibilities. Not his mother. Not his trauma. 

He is safe.

Showers were a way he could let you know that he was feeling vulnerable, that he needed to get away to break. The shower was a place where no one will follow. In the months following the birth of your relationship, it became a way for him to communicate to you what his needs were. 

And you adapted. 

So when he barges into the house, huffing and growling with murder in his eyes, and says he needs a shower, you know what he means and what you need to do. 

You get in the shower first, going through the motions of washing you hair, and push open the glass door you hear the rustling of his clothes. You let him lean on you, first gripping onto you from behind, and then turning to look into his eyes. 

The shower fills the room with steam and in the blur, he will break and you will put him back together. 

Vincent Sinclair:

This man has no concept of time. He lives in his basement and gets so wrapped into his projects that the world fades to background noise. He barely takes the time between the wax town and his own art pieces to sleep so taking a shower is very much not a priority for him. 

He will if he must. There have been times when a victim gets too close and things end up bloodier than intended. Vincent does not like how blood gets tacky on his skin. 

Other than that, he won’t. Its not to be gross, he just has no idea of how much time passes between one shower and the next and he’s rather work in the basement.

He does argue with you about it because of that. After three days, the stank will start to become prominent when you breathe near him. After four days, the stank becomes visible. After the fifth day, you get involved because his smell literally wakes you up from a dead sleep. 

You’ve mastered the art of arguing with him though so its not too bad. You go into the basement and tell him he needs a shower. He’ll grunt. You will reiterate that he promised he would take more showers, because he had. He’ll agree that he did but it is not time for a shower. He just took one. You will bring out the calendar you use to mark when he showers - one of your only big fights involved not having proof of when he last showered so you got a calendar and marked it together - and count the number of days between the last mark and the current day.

(You can and will get Bo to confirm what day it is currently. He thinks all of it is stupid but no one asked him)

He will realize that he is wrong, apologize, and shower before its time for bed. You rarely ever join him. Vincent considers showering to be a very private activity and his insecurities about his face and body are something you and him work on every day. He is fine with you seeing him as he is in dim lighting but the bright florescent lights in the bathroom are a different story and you respect him.

(You wonder if the bright lights in the bathroom are part of the reason why he avoids showering but its something you won’t bring up just yet.)

When he comes out, damp and warm and smelling nice, you wrap him up in your arms and hide away in your duvets until the sun comes up and Vincent will whisper thank-yous into your skin. 

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas was used to not bathing as often as he’d want. Between the hot Texas sun, the heavy-duty (and often bloody) work he did on a daily basis, and the lack of hours in the day, taking a shower was on the low end of his priorities list. He’d rather catch 20 minutes more of sleep.

After your relationship got more physical, he made showering a larger priority for the simple fact that he likes to wipe your body down. Especially after sex. He likes to hold you so you are facing the water and he can press his entire body against your back. Grabbing the body wash – something you introduced to him-, he’ll lather it up and run it over your body until the only thing left on your flesh are his marks.

You are so small compared to him. He loves to watch how his hands encompass and grip your flesh, pressing into the proof of your love for him, the trust you give him.

“Oooo,” you breathe, leaning back even further into the wall of man behind you. Thomas’s hands dipped lower, fanning out over your thighs and you could feel the beginnings of renewed arousal. He purposely avoided your cunt and you knew he was unsure if you were feeling sore. “That’s feels nice, lovely.”

A deep grunt. He’d never admit it but he loved when you called him lovely. There was something precious in the way you cooed the word at him that caused his knees to buckle. His hands moved up to your waist, pressing and searching. He grabbed your breasts and your returning whimper was lost in the sound of the spray. You could feel him at the small of your back, hot and heavy but he made no move to buck into you.

He could, if he was inclined. He could lift you up and fit you on him with ease, forcing his way into your body like a sword in a sheath. You knew it. He knew it.

But he wouldn’t.

Not without your consent.

Not without your permission.

Gripping one of his hands in your significantly smaller ones, you lowered it back down, cooing at the stretch of his fingers dipping inside of you and gave him all the permission he needed.

~~~~

End

~~~~

[shilohgrant]

BASIC

full name: shiloh adeline grant  nicknames: shy age: nineteen  date of birth: 5 march  hometown: coven isle, alaska  gender: genderfluid  pronouns: she/they sexual orientation: bisexual  relationship status: single major: agriculture  living arrangements: off campus  languages spoken: english, japanese  character influences: perfuma (she ra), keyleth (critical role), blake mcintyre (yesterday is history), mack (you should see me in a crown)

READ THEIR FULL BIO HERE.

PHYSICAL

fc: kaylee bryant hair color: brown eye color: brown height: 5'8" tattoos: a lily behind her ear  piercings: ears  clothing style: dressy. floral prints and flowy dresses  usual expression: smiling  sociability: loves groups, but also loves plants  nsfw below for drug / alcohol related questions: addictions: none drug use: no alcohol use: socially, if prodded 

PERSONALITY

label: the wildflower positive traits: friendly, sympathetic negative traits: naïve, predictable hobbies: gardening 

FAVORITES

colour: grey music: ABBA movies: lord of the rings: return of the king  sport: none beverage: sunkist food: mint chocolate ice cream animal: butterflies

FAMILY

father: derek grant mother: juliane akiyama sibling(s): none pet(s): bitty, a small kitten

EXTRAS

greek zodiac: taurus element: earth celtic zodiac: willow myers briggs: INFJ-T / 62% introverted, 69% intuitive, 98% feeling, 56% judging, 89% turbulent enneagram: peacemaker temperament: phlegmatic seven roles: the priest moral alignment: lawful good

[j1ni]

hihi i’m lauren from pst !  i’m v v exchted to be here and i hope you lob jini !

first thing’s first i 10000% took room j1 for the pun in my url. second, jini’s an old muse who i love a lot and i wanted to bring here here!

jini is a well known actress who started her career at a very young age

her father is actually a famous rock musician and her mother was a fan who, unfortunately, used manipulation and her sister, mina’s, pregnancy to marry rich

one year later, she was born

however, a marriage like this could only last for so long and within 8 years the two got divorced

while their father wanted to have full custody of them, he moved around too much for a judge to grant him his request

her mother ended up having a really bad spending habit and she was quickly running out of money and forced her children to get into the entertainment industry in order to keep a steady income

jini was in the acting route while mina went with music

soon enough both of their careers began to pick up traction, suspiciously too fast

it turned out her dad pulled strings for mina and her mother found ways to tempt executives to cast jini

one both sisters are old enough, they realize how much their mother was using them.

mina immediately cuts ties while jini still sends her mother some money

this is also what caused jini to move to charmant gardens (convincing her friend to join her as well)

she’s really fun overall and is a bit naive when it comes to darker topics (hence her easily forgiving her mother) but she’s always down to have a good time

recently, she’s revealed that she is playing cindy moon (silk) in the mcu and has been putting all her energy into perfecting that role

i. basics

full name: jini woo

nickname: jin

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: pan

romantic orientation: pan

age: 25

birthday: march 05, 1995

zodiac sign: pisces

occupation: actor

spoken languages: english, basic korean

ii. appearance

face claim: jisoo (blackpink)

hair color: black

eye color: brown

ethnicity: korean

height: 5′4

piercings: double piecing on her ear

tattoos (nl tattoo position and others): none yet but she wants to get one with muse b!

birthmarks: one on the small of her back

scars: none (yet)

iv. misc

glasses/contacts? glasses, she only wears contacts when she’s working

clothing style: comfortable 

handedness: right

favorite food: anything with shrimp

favorite desert: pumpkin pie

favorite drink: pinkity drinkity 

alignment: neutral good

briggs-myers: infp

possible plots

flings or fwb!  she works a lot so she can’t really handle anything long term since she’ll always prioritize work

friends!  she’s very friendly and loves meeting new people uwu

exes!  mentioned before she always prioritizes work so :((  but pls i lob angst!!

secret crush!  v much a school girl crush where she gets tongue tied and such it would be v cute

antis!!  someone she just can’t get along with no matter how hard she tries. they would def be annoyed w how much she bugs them cause she just wants to please everyone lsdkfj

that’s all i can think of atm!! but i’m also v down to brainstorm uwu

if you like this i’m sliding into your dms 😤

[koltarmi]

Accustomed to Your Presence - Chapter 2

Notes: Chapter 2 of my reed900 Jane Austen AU. Life has been crazy and for some reason, my draft deleted, so sorry for the delay! Once again, thanks to AJ in the Octopunk Media discord for beta-reading. Title is from Sense and Sensibility.

Read it here or on AO3

Summary: Gavin arrives at Hargrove House and meets the new neighbours.

Chapter 2: “It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy; — it is disposition alone.”

Hargrove House is as imposing as he remembers it. The term house truly did not capture the air of grandioseness Gavin could feel suffocating him the moment the mansion came within his sight. 

The doors to the rented coach are hardly open half an inch before he spots his aunt beaming at him.

“Gavin, you’ve become such a handsome man!” Lady Maria Kamski pulled him into a tight embrace. 

He had wondered how long it would take before the ass-kissing began. It seemed his aunt was ready from the get go. Patting the older woman on the back, she finally let go when the young woman behind her spoke up. 

“Mother, please contain yourself and release our dearest cousin. He did not survive Napoleon’s forces just to be suffocated by you.” 

Ada, the bright-eyed and blonde-haired little girl he knew at 18, had grown up. She stood before them and the slightest smirk that graced her lips betrayed her otherwise stoic expression. From her dry tone, it was clear she had been instructed by her mother to be complimentary. Gavin, at the very least, could appreciate her subtlety when it came to the art of flattery. 

“Let’s not stand here any longer,” Maria said. “I’ll call for some tea. We have so much to catch up on.” 

As they were seated in the drawing room, Gavin realized their small party was missing a smug presence.  

“Where’s Elijah?” he asked. “Don’t tell me he’s pacing in the study and having philosophical debates with himself again.” 

Maria laughed as if he had told the funniest joke in the world. “Oh no,” she sighed, her face growing somber. “Since my dear Sir Henry passed, god bless his soul, Elijah has been so busy overseeing the transfer of everything. He’s currently on his way to Antigua to deal with some unpleasantness at the sugar plantations.” 

He had been ready to give the older woman the benefit of the doubt. After all, he wasn’t the only victim of Sir Henry’s unruly temper, but Gavin’s jaw clenched tightly at her words.  

He huffed as the tea was brought into the room. “Unpleasantness? That’s a funny way of saying people fighting against their forced enslavement.” 

Maria froze as she stuttered to find the right words to say. “I...um…Well-” 

“Ma’am, Lord Connor Stern and Doctor Stern are here,” Johnson, the butler, announced. 

Pleased that she no longer had to explain herself, Maria rose as the footsteps of her two guests echoed through the foyer. “Oh, it seems with the excitement of your arrival, I completely forgot that we were expecting visitors. Gavin, I must introduce you to them.”  

Following suit, Gavin stood up from his seat to greet his aunt’s stuffy rich friends. He was taken aback at first when he found himself looking at two identical young men. His aunt’s snobby friends were identical twins no less. 

No, upon closer inspection while the two men had similar features there were slight subtleties Gavin noticed. The taller of the two brothers sported a stoic expression which only served to make his features look even more sharp and severe. In contrast, the shorter man possessed an air of levity apparent in the fine lines around his eyes and mouth that indicated he smiled often.

After Ada and Maria dipped into polite curtsies, Maria walked towards the men with a smile full of motherly affection on her face. 

“Lord Stern and Doctor Stern. Lovely to see the both of you. You remember my daughter, Ada, of course?” 

The shorter of the two men nodded and easily grinned back. “Yes, it’s a pleasure to see you and Mrs. Myers.” 

It was only then that Gavin noticed the gold band on Ada’s ring finger.

“It’s my pleasure to introduce you to my dear nephew, Captain Gavin Reed. He’s just returned from the war and was gracious enough to grant us a visit.” 

The shorter man stepped forward and approached to shake Gavin’s hand. “It’s very nice to meet you.” 

The taller man also offered his hand. His piercing grey eyes reminded Gavin of terrible storms that had the power to destroy ships and throw men overboard. “Thank you for your service,” the taller man said, his voice was the slightest octave lower than his brother.

Suppressing a chill down his spine Gavin nodded and took a much needed step back. “It was my pleasure.” 

“I was quite disheartened to hear the news of your mother’s passing. Amanda was a dear friend and she’ll be terribly missed,” Maria interjected. “How are you feeling, Lord Stern?”

The shorter man nodded, his smile transforming into a thin line. “It’s been hard on the both of us,” he replied, gesturing to his brother who stood beside him. “I’m sure you understand. I can’t imagine Sir Henry’s passing was easy to deal with. However, Mother wouldn’t want us to focus on such maudlin subjects, would she?” 

“You’re quite right,” Maria agreed enthusiastically. “If you’re not in a rush, you should join us for tea.” 

“We wouldn’t want to intrude,” replied the brother who had to be Doctor Stern.

“Nonsense! Sit down and I’ll call for more,” she said. She gestured for Lord Stern to sit down in the spot she previously occupied beside Ada as she moved to a chair. Meaning the only available spot for the doctor was beside Gavin.

The moment they sat down, Maria began peppering the two of them with a variety of questions ranging from the details of their lodgings in Hertfordshire to some bits of London gossip she had caught wisps of. As they continued chatting, Gavin lightly tapped his finger against the tea saucer to keep his restlessness at bay. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” said Doctor Stern. “But I remember you mentioned having some magnolia trees planted in the garden. The weather is pleasant today and I would like to see the tree while they’re in full bloom.” 

Given the opportunity to show off the lavish home, Maria Kamski’s face brightened suddenly. “What an excellent idea! I’m afraid you’ll have to go out without me. Too much sun gives me the most terrible headaches, but Ada will give you a wonderful tour of our grounds. Gavin, dear, your room will be ready by the time you come in if you want to rest or change before supper.” 

“Will I be sleeping in the attic again? I think I left a book of mine up there.” 

At the confused looks of the two brothers’ faces, Maria laughed nervously. “Oh, you’re so funny, Gavin. You’ll be staying in a guest room, of course.” 

Putting on his most smug smile, Gavin replied, “Amazing what a title and money can get you.” Impatient to get outside, he walked towards the back doors that led to the garden. 

He enjoyed the fresh air and warm afternoon sun for a few quiet moments before the rest joined him outside. 

“The magnolia trees are further back in the gardens,” Ada said. “But we’ve made a few improvements here and there, if you would like to see them?” 

While Doctor Stern nodded, Lord Stern replied with an eager grin, “Lead the way, Mrs. Myers.” 

As Ada led them through the garden, Gavin fell several steps behind, taking the opportunity to stretch his limbs after the long carriage ride. However, Doctor Stern noticed his slow steps and slowed down himself to match Gavin’s pace. They walked silently side by side as the distance between them Ada and the other had widened considerably. 

“I presume that you prefer the outdoors, Captain?” the doctor asked. 

Gavin nodded. “I do. The only thing that can stop you out here are the elements.” 

Looking ahead, he noticed Ada stumble, grabbing on to Lord Stern’s arm to steady herself. 

“Your brother seems like a good person. He should be careful around Ada.” 

A curious look appeared on the taller man’s face. “What should he be careful of?” 

“Did you ever get the chance to to meet Sir Henry Kamski?” Gavin asked. 

“No, I did not.” 

“Be glad you didn’t. He was an unpleasant man with a hell of a temper,” Gavin said. “When I left Hargrove, Ada was five years old, but the way she holds herself and the look in her eyes; they all remind me of her father.” 

“You’re quite observant and blunt,” Doctor Stern noted. 

Gavin smirked and the doctor’s word choice. “I might have grown up with the Kamskis, but Sir Henry made it very clear I did not belong at Hargrove. Thought I was too outspoken and defiant,” he said, scratching at the scar on his nose. 

“Since you’ve offered your honest opinion, may I be as bold to offer mine?” 

Gavin nodded. 

“I don’t know if you’re aware of the fact that Mrs. Meyers is widowed. It’s clear Mrs. Kamski wants her to remarry. When my brother and I first arrived, she was equally attentive to both of us, until she discovered Connor,” he gestured at his brother in front of him. “Is older than I and the heir to our father’s fortune.” 

Gavin sighed as he processed the new information. “She is definitely her father’s daughter, calculating mind and all. Did she get your hopes up?” 

Doctor Stern firmly shook his head. “No, not at all. I am a bachelor of my own volition.”

“No one has ever caught your eye before?” 

“I’ve met plenty of pleasant and attractive people,” the doctor said. “None of which I could connect to on an intellectual and emotional level.” 

As the magnolia trees came into their view, Doctor Stern paused in his steps, glancing at Ada and Connor in the distance. 

“Society dictates that we have to be the most amiable versions of ourselves, which is quite frankly something I find draining. I want to thank you for our conversation, Captain Reed,” he said. “It was quite…refreshing. However, I think we should take your advice and catch up with my brother and your cousin.”

Gavin chuckled. He never thought he would be thanked for his lack of propriety. 

“Anytime,” he replied.

[briannas1x1]

i. the renegade

name: Lukyan Sokolov

pronounce: loo-KE-awn soh-KOH-lohf

nickname: Luke

birthday: 24 October 1986

species: Werewolf

occupation: freelance mercenary / spy

location: Lethe, Washington, USA

hometown: [REDACTED], Russia

sexuality: bisexual 

gender identity: cisgender male

ii. the appearance

Faceclaim: Scott Eastwood

Height: 5′11

Weight: 165lbs

Hair color: Dark blonde

Eye color: Blue

Dominant hand: Left

Scars: One on his lip he received in the battle to kill his mother. Too many to name on his stomach and back from various fights, though the most significant one is the three marks down his back when a werewolf attacked him many years ago. A lot on his hands from when he first practiced with a knife (silver, for style and practice)

Tattoos: None.

Piercings: None

iii. the family

Mother: Anastasiya Sokolova

Father: None

Siblings: None

Other Family: Anatoliy Sokolov (uncle, deceased), Yekaterina Lazareva (stepaunt), Yuri Sokolov (cousin), Nikolai Sokolov (cousin)

Partner: Emira Birsen

Pets: None

iv. the personality

MYERS-BRIGGS: ENTP

ENNEATYPE: Type 4, the Individualist

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

QUALITIES: Observant, Adaptable, Unyielding, Neutral, Tactless

FLAWS: Selfish, Opportunist, Irreverent, Envious, Paranoid

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Russian, Spanish, Mandarin

v. the about

No part of the family business bothered him. Blood, violence, betraying everyone you know and love - that’s all in a days work for the Sokolov family, or so it had felt growing up under the thumb of a mother like Anastasiya Sokolova. His existence was only to fill the space should his cousin, Nikolai, fail in his duties, but no one had ever expected the title of heir to fall on his shoulders. Not until Nikolai killed Uncle Anatoliy, freeing himself and his brother, Yuri, from the family curse. His mother wasted no time taking Anatoliy’s place, but Luke chafed under the sudden responsibility that his cousin’s departure wrought - and the jealousy lurking under the surface for the cousins who had escaped.  The pack thrived under her firm hold, and she ruled with an iron-fist, but Luke was a one foot in and one foot out type of man, never quite trusting that someone would be there to catch him should he fall. He didn’t waver in his duty, fulfilling whatever tasks his mother and pack asked of him, uncaring of the blood staining his hands and apathetic to the passage of time.

Escaping the leash their family held over him seemed impossible. It was Nikolai who once more brought the winds of change into Luke’s life: his cousin settled into a remote, supernatural only town. As his mother tried gaining a foot hold, Luke volunteered himself as a spy, one who would trick his cousins into a false sense of security and bring them to his mothers feet. Lying was his specialty, and he infiltrated Lethe with little issue, but his entrance interview was met with a truth he hadn’t shared with his pack: he was breaking free of them, and if a battle came to their town, he would fight on their side in exchange for sanctuary. A sanctuary that was granted, though it took several binding contracts before he could roam the town free. He hadn’t expect his cousins to present the most resistance, neither believing his role without information to back it, but a common enemy makes them uneasy allies. It was months of work and spying before he and his cousins succeeded in dismantling the pack and killing his mother. No longer chained to a pack and life he didn’t choose, Luke is trying to extract himself from the bloody business of mercenary and spy work, but with so many loved ones tied into this path, it’ll be a while yet before he’s truly free. The taste of it, however, has never been so close, if only he could figure out what to do with it.

vi. misc

threads

tag

pinterest

[stone-man-warrior]

January 20, 2020: 7:55 pm:

I just now returned from another socio-terrific shopping experience in Dystopia, Grants Pass Oregon, where all of the current citizens are fake, and are Canadians who are using the name of an American that was killed by the SDA terror army. The conditions are best described as living in the aftermath of a slaughter and depopulation of the citizens who lived in the county twenty years ago, where the original population was all brutally killed, and the new, replacement population is implanted from Canada, mostly Quebec, and are commanded as an army by Screen Actor Guild leaders in Hollywood California. SAG gets their orders from the British Throne, Royal Family, and House of Lords British Parliament.

It’s all fucked up.

The current fake impostor population is instructed by SAG leadership to vote in specific ways, as the leadership commands the individual soldiers to vote. The US Election Ballots are filled with Screen Actor Guild Member Shill Candidates, who also take their commands from the SAG leadership in Hollywood CA.

The Josephine County Oregon population is composed of a mixture of Screen Actor Guild members, who are instructed to create a social atmosphere for cover, to make the county appear as a normal county does. The others are Seventh Day Adventist Christian religious cult, and are an army, armed with swords and Nitrous Oxide airborne gas. They use the gas to kill any outsiders who come the the county. SAG arranges replacement look-a-likes to take the place of the murdered victims. The army is supplies with vehicles, housing, food, clothing for free, all of their needs are supplied as any army is supplied by it’s leadership.

Commerce is all faked with false record keeping and the commerce itself, is used as a means of identifying and then marking, and killing those who attempt to make any kind of purchase, anywhere, for anything. Since the army is supplied for free, anyone who makes a purchase is marked as an outsider by virtue of the transaction of making a debit, credit, or cash purchase.

I went to:

6th Street Market

Walmart

As I was leaving my driveway, members of the Clyde Baum terror cell at 333 “Mystreet” were hovering around the front of my home in Clyde’s Red GMC Pick-up truck. Then, a member of the Monroe terror cell also passed by, and lingered at the mailboxes in front of my home. Monroe was driving a small black Crossover style vehicle, a Nissan “Versa”, Oregon License 976 FAV (976 is questionable, not certain)

I left on my way, members of the Google sponsored terror cell at the corner of Russell Road an Three Pines Road, the “Bad Guy Auto” terror cell, were inside the garage with the door open watching as I left on my way. They alerted the people at 6th Street Market of my location and possible ETA at the store.

A large white pick-up truck with a large white horse trailer came around the blind corner near Oxyoke, “Dead Man’s Curve” with all of it’s driver side wheels in my lane. Had I been near the double yellow line as I went around the corner, there would have been a head-on collision at that time. Fortunately, I am aware of the reasons that corner is called “Dead Man’s Corner“, it’s a popular place that terrorists arrange that victims will be taken there. Hollywood provides the professional Stunt Men for such activities.

I arrived at 6th Street Market. I had to park where the terrorists had arranged that I park. An “L” shaped parking arrangement there is a useful tool to take victims. A man waits in his large truck in a parking spot that is perpendictualr to the one that the victim is parked in, such that the two rear bumper’s of the vehicles are close to one another, and he exits that parking spot just as the victim is also exiting, causing a “T-Bone” in reverse. That allows that the driver of the truck will have a reason to engage with the victim close up and verbally. Victims are exposed to Nitrous gas at that time, and carted away. I avoided the “T-Bone” on the way out, but not by much.

Inside the store, each time I go, the clerk signals for two assassins to come in, sometimes three. Then, she creates some kind of distraction with the debit machine as the two enter the store behind me. Today, the distraction was simply to delay the debit machine, with the indicator that reads, “please do not remove card“ for an extended time after the transaction is otherwise complete. I just stare at  the machine waiting for my card to be released from it. That’s when the assassins shoot the victim in the back. The .25 they use does not pierce my coat, and the bullet bounces away, and the clerk always steps aside right then.

So that happened. I heard the “SnaP! sound the gun makes. I lit my lighter, and one of the two terror assassins launched out the front door, and disappeared somewhere at the empty Christmas Tree sales yard across the street. One of the two store clerks, a large red headed woman about 28 years old, followed the launched terror soldier out the door, and began to use her smart phone to communicate with others about what had happened. She was standing by the drivers side door of my car as I exited the store. Also, whenever I go to 6th Street Market, part of the assassination attempt includes that two young people are entering the store as I am leaving. They are always at the entrence at the exact time that I am going through the door on my way out. Those two are not always the same people, but there are always two, to cart the murdered victim away, and they are summoned and come from the barber shop that is also in that shopping strip mall, Village Center, on 6th Street, across from Lithia Dodge Dealer.

So, at least one dead terrorist at 6th Street Market.

Also, I learned while I was there that one of the three bozo’s that attacked me last week while claiming to be Secret Service, US Army, and FBI, was a man by the name of Rick Manning, of the Medical Democrat Terror cell at 598 “MyStreet”. The one that said he was Secret Service, the oldest of the three, who told me he was “Strong” from 3747 Russell Road, the Strong Family “SAG House” terror cell, was Rick Manning. I cut Rick Manning’s throat and his eyes in defense that day, as well as the other two. Apparently, Rick Manning was BOTH “Strong”, from 3747 Russell, AND Rick Manning from 598 “MyStreet”, playing the role of both men. Rick Manning drives a odd, red Honda Station Wagon, about a 1986 model. They did not make very many of those, and it is easily mistaken for a Ford Taurus Station Wagon.

The other two bozo’s said they were reporters from Los Angeles Times Newspaper after the fighting that day. One of them, the one that said he was FBI, and I described as Italian looking, may have been a member of the Google sponsored cell at “Bad Guy Auto”. I have met Rick Manning once, he used two snarling pit bulls to attack me one day. But I thought I killed him that day. Although the man looked similar to Rick Manning, I am not prepared to agree with what the clerk at 6th Street Market said tonight, that the man was Rick Manning. I have never met “Strong”, so I cannot comment about what “Strong” looks like up close, other than he looks like Manning, from about 500 feet away.

So, what I learned is inconclusive, with exception that Manning was NOT Secret Service, and is NOT LIKELY to be a Los Angeles Times Reporter. I did not learn anything new about the one that said his name was “Dan” and was from “US Army”.

Ok, back to the shopping experience:

I went to Walmart. I saw what looked like Juseph Myers white Crossover style vehicle parked in a driveway at the corner of “A Street”, and Beacon Street, at the South East house of the corner. There is a truck in my yard that belongs to a man that once lived at that house, Zachery White, so, that could be a Confusion Service sort of activity done my Juseph Myers, who is part of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police terror cells.

At the Walmart, the parking was not very full, plenty of parking. The store was not very active. The presence of terror soldiers was such that it was obvious that the people in the store were mostly Screen Actor Guild variety of “Bubble Service” terror activity. The Seventh Day Adventist terrorists were in very small number, SAG was in high number.

Nitrous Fogger soldiers were not obvious, there were only very few following me around. I decided to ask about Smart Phones from a store clerk, to learn about the payment, contract, and other things associated with owning a Smart Phone. The young man the helped me was friendly, knowledgeable,  and courteous. He was not wearing a Walmart Vest. He was wearing a black shirt with name tag. I learned something important.

The Apple iPhone is available for only one penny. If you agree to use US Cellular Service Provider, at $75 per month, for two years, the phone only costs one penny. That’s $0.01 for a iPhone. There IS NO PENALTY to CANCEL YOUR CONTRACT with US Cellular, and you can keep the phone. That is where and how the terror army is obtaining some of the iPhone’s that the scouts use without service contract, and only use connectivity of Blu-Tooth networked to all of the other terror cell members such that the Blu-Tooth technology is creating a Blu-Tooth Grid, where each phone behaves the same way as a cellular tower does. There are so many terror soldiers, that they are always connected to one another, and can communicate without a service contract.

I think one terror soldier was ignited shortly after I arrived at the Walmart, and launched away from the shampoo, deodorant, first aid area. “Evac” was announced on the store PA system.

When I was checking out at the self checkout, the debit machine malfunctioned. That was supposed to be opportunity to make a hit attempt on me at that time. Something must have gone wrong, because there was no hit attempt at the time that the clerk came to reset the debit machine. Or, it was done to make it appear as if my debit card is no good, to fool someone who may be investigating terror in Oregon.

As I was leaving, I noticed that there are ZERO motor homes in the parking lot where there are always motor homes and buses. No cars, no buses, no motor homes there. Those buses and motor homes serve as nitrous tank refill area, first aid for injured terrorists, and for torture area’s when victims are taken in the parking lot.

They were all gone tonight.

Upon returning to “MyStreet”, I saw a vehicle come from Sparacino’s terror cell and go to 598 Manning, Medical Democrat (Med-Dems) terror cell. I did not see what kind of vehicle, but it was not a large truck.

That’s all for now.

end terror reporting: 9:42 pm.

[madcofrainbows]

TASK #009:  ⤷JO’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONNAIRE.

PART 1: THE BASICS

Full Name: Johanna Elise Banks.

Date of Birth: June 6th.

Place of Birth: New York, New York.

Current Location: New York, New York.

Nicknames: Jo, Joey, Jojo, Mojo Jojo.

Age: Thirty-one.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Nationality/Ethnicity: American/English.

Languages Spoken: English.

Accent: Thick New York accent.

PART 2: APPEARANCE

Height: 5′2′’

Weight: 114 lbs.

Hair Color: Light brown.

Eye Color: Greyish blue.

Tattoos: Pink Lotuses on her right shoulder blade, a set of headphones on her left wrist, equalizer bars on her mid-lower back, a set of rainbow dots on her right forearm.

Piercings: Nose and her Helix, used to have both her eyebrow and her tongue pierced but she got them both off and have heal since.

Clothing Style: 90′s grunge, mostly. A lot of dark tones and boots, plaid and jeans.

Reference Picture: ( insert a link here )

PART 3: FAMILY & LIVING CONDITIONS

Parent Names: Lucile Renée and Jonathan Warner Banks.

Parent Relationship: Jo is stranged with her mother. Her father died when Jo was around seventeen when this happened.

Sibling Names: Elizabeth, Violet, Katherine, Jonathan, Christian, Gabriel, Evangeline.

Sibling Relationship: Elizabeth and Violet she is the closest to, especially Elizabeth. She is her baby sister and Johanna adores her to no end since Jo practically raised her. She and Violet have a complicated relationship but they are both working on it, something Johanna is thankful for. The rest of the Banks kids; she doesn’t trust one bit, especially Evangeline. Johanna and Evangeline have a messed up relationship deeply rooted in abuse and suffering, alas Johanna despises her.

Other Relevant Relative: Diana Grant, ex-sister-in-law.

Relationship Status: Single (?)

Children: None, never.

Pets: Thinking of getting a lizard or a baby snake.

Social Class: Middle class, formerly upper class.

Describe what their house/apartment looks like: Deeply rustic, small and homey. The opposite of what a Manhattan mansion is. No dining area but there’s a little table in the kitchen and she has design it as the dining area. Two bedrooms, one bathroom. By now, Johanna could afford something bigger, perhaps something less broken, but the music producer doesn’t really mind as it is the first home she ever had in her life.

PART 4: EDUCATION & OCCUPATION

Education: MBA in Music Business from Tisch School of Arts.

Occupation: Music Producer, Radio Host.

Are they happy with their job?: Absolutely, Johanna adores her job and is, according to her, the one thing she’s good at.

Past Jobs: DJ, bartender.

PART 5: PERSONALITY

Zodiac Sign: Gemini.

Myer’s Briggs Type: ESTP

Enneagram Type: Four with Five Wing: “The Bohemian.”

Likes: Music, art, partying, road trips, flirting with girls.

Dislikes: Being alone, being confined, repetition and routine.

PART 6: MISC

Hobbies: Music, all the way. Johanna lives and breathes music.

Favorite Color: Purple, black.

Favorite Food: Lobster Mac & Cheese.

Allergies: Peanuts.

What does their voice sound like?: Squeaky, yet somehow smooth? When singing whatsoever, her pitch is pretty perfect.

Right or left-handed?: Left-handed.

[fogboundsurvivor]

No Mither

No Mither

NSFW Fanfic by D. Johansson

David worked at the generator tirelessly, fumbling with the wires inside. He was so dead tired of running. His friends had already fallen and for whatever reason the escape shoot had not appeared for him. It was as if the Entity wanted to be an extra bitch on this cold night in Haddonfield. He tapped the wires together, hoping to make a spark, which he did, but only made the generator jump and let out a loud noise. It sputters and dies. He curses inwardly.

Ghostface stalked David from the shadows, crouched down and in Night Shroud. He could tell this particular iteration of David was different from the last. This one had a beard and he definitely didn't seem to know his way around the generator. He had already had his way taking down all of the other 3 survivors in the trial but was surprised to see that this David didn't even seem to know that. This sent an excited chill down Ghostface's spine, he was going to enjoy this. He would go about scrapping a knife against the wall, making a noise loud enough for David to hear but not know the source of.

David gulps...and moves toward an open window, but the window’s paneling comes undone and he falls backwards with a grunt. He looks up at the window and sees that it’s been blocked off by the entity. He was confused, but he felt the hair on the back of his neck rise when he heard the sound of a knife dragging against a wall. He made a move for another window, only for the entity to block it off to. He turns to the doorway..

To find that there was nothing there.

There was a moment of pure silence before suddenly David was grabbed from behind, a knife's point immediately being pressed against his neck.

"Gotta be quicker than that, Davey boy! The Entity doesn't like any slow poke survivors."

The Ghostface's voice was giddy, like he had caught a mouse in a trap that wasn't dead quite yet. Oh he couldn't wait to do all the things he wanted to do to this David

“Wait...Wait...please don’t.” David pleads, eyes darting for anything he could use. His own heart was in his throat. He could just faintly smell the vaguely minty breath of his captor. And also some rather fragrant cologne. Guess the killer wanted David to know he was there. David tried to get out of his grip.

“Oh I'm not going to kill you just yet. I've been a good little boy so the Entity said you're free for me to do what I want before I send you back to another campfire."

When he noticed the struggling, he would go forward with making a slight cut on the neck that wasn't fatal but also sent the point across that if he struggled it would only make things worse.

“Maybe if you're a good sport, I'll let you escape. Just got to play along and don't be a brat."

David grits his teeth and slowly puts his hands up* “What do you want with me...?” *David asks quietly, he was afraid to make another move, he could feel blood trickling down his neck, staining his black undershirt.

“You Davids have been running me rabid all damn day. With your altruism, getting in the way of hits and always being there to help your survivor friends on the hook."

The hand that was previously twisting one of David's arms in an uncomfortable position moved away to grab the man's ass.

“You help me vent my frustration and the hatch is all yours."

David’s eyes widened at the grab..and he shuddered. Partly due to fear...and partly due to the first stirrings of arousal. He shook the later thought away. Nobody’s touched him in god knows how long.....

”No.” He told himself. This was a killer. Who just murdered his friends. That took away the arousal and he heard Ghostface click his tongue

“I’m...sorry.” David said...trying to keep him talking.

"Oh, David. You have no idea how excited that makes me. An unwilling participant this late into the game is so much fun."

Ghostface sounded disappointed in the beginning of that but it turned into excitement very late into it.

“Thank you for this opportunity."

With that, Ghostface would move the hand off of his ass and onto his shoulder. With his far superior strength granted by the Entity, Ghostface basically sprinted forward with David coming along for the ride. It would go on for a moment before Ghostface came to a stop, only he let David go. He let David go right into a freefall down the staircase to the basement, Ghostface finding a sick thrill out of watching David ragdoll down to the landing in the stairs.

David groans and yelps when he hits the bottom. He could tell that his ankle was definitely broken. He turns and crawls for the front door, before being blocked by the body of Dwight. His shirt and pants had been sliced open and his face had a used condom thrown ontop of it. Along with a Polaroid photo of...Ghost face facefucking him. David, grabbing the wall, pushed himself to his feet and he stepped over the violated body of Dwight and limped into the street. He made it to the cop car and went around it, sliding to the floor and looking over the hood. He could see Ghostface walking out of the house. A predator in its element. He was definitely doubting his chances of the hatch at this point. He looked to his already bruising ankle and let out a quiet moan of pain. Trying to stifle the sound by breathing through his nose.

“Bastard...” David whispers to himself. He looks back at his ankle then back towards the Myer’s House. Ghostface was gone and David felt himself turn pale. Panicked now, he limped into a side yard.. a hedge park by the looks of it. several rows of park benches lied within. He sat himself down slowly by a hedge and took off his jacket and shredded it. Trying to make some bindings for his ankle. What he didn’t hear was the click of a camera just out of the way..

There was Ghostface, looking at the slowly developing polaroid in his hand. He seemed to be enjoying himself, chasing after the injured David.

“Wow, David. Getting too excited and ruining all the fun for me? I wanted to tear up the jacket myself."

He would walk over and kick the man over, getting him down onto his back before he would go to step down firmly on David's crotch, hard enough to cause some mild pain but not too hard just yet.

"You like what happened to Dwight? Little nerd did better than I thought. Better than Jeff and Jake, that's for sure."

David groaned as his head hit the grass, he felt Ghostface pressing a boot into his crotch and let out a whimper. He looked up at him, trying not to let his fear express onto his face.

“You..did that to all of them?” David asks.

"Well, why not look for yourself?"

He tossed down two polaroids for David to look at.

One was of Jake, he had been caught just as he finished sabotaging a hook and Ghostface had kicked him down right as the hook fell down, right on Jake' poor leg. The picture had Jake with his eyes rolled back as he was taking Ghostface from behind.

Next was two for Jeff who was currently suffering a similar fate. He was mid chase when he accidentally leaped a window right as Ghostface did. Thanks to Ghostface running Bamboozle, Jeff was effectively stuck in the window. The first polaroid was of Jeff's backside, flooding after a few uses and the other polaroid was his front side, his hair being the only visible identifier as his face was completely coated.

“They're nice photos. I took them myself."

David’s eyes widened and his chest heaved. He tried to move backwards, pushing with his good leg, but Ghostface’s boot on his crotch kept him in place. The pictures of his friend’s stretched open holes and the subsequent demises fresh in his head. He turned to look away, before laying flat on the ground.

“When they entity took me in, they told me I could have anything I desire as long as I killed you fools for it."

There was an unzip before Ghostface would move his foot away, leaning over to grab a handful of David's hair before sitting him up. He would sit him up so David could be meet face to face with Ghostface's massive cock.

“I told it I wanted this. I get to have my fun and the entity gets it's sacrifices. Quite the equivalent exchange."

David felt it against his face and he blushed a little. The man’s cock was massive...much, much bigger than he’s ever seen. He felt a little emasculated by the size of it. He looked up pitifully at Ghostface.

“You’re huge..” David said quietly...feeding Ghostface’s ego.

“How about we strike up that deal now? You take this to the hilt from both ends, and the hatch is all yours. If you reject it now, I'll do it anyways before I shove you on that hook."

He would cock slap David. Seeing the normally confidant David suddenly made into a whimpering bitch felt amazing. He loved it so much and couldn't wait to feel this again with other Davids later on.

David always thought he was straight...until he was pulled into the realm of the entity that drunken night. He spends what felt like eternity of lonely escapes before he ended up surviving with Jeff one trial. The two met back at the camp fire and Jeff asked David if he wanted to talk about the trial..David reluctantly agreed. It ended with Jeff going for the first kiss... then introducing David to the first pierced cock he’d ever seen, licked, sucked and taken.

David closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, before nodding. He looked up at him and opened his mouth wide, licking the tip of his captor’s cock.

A flash would appear in David's face, Ghostface taking a picture for memories sake. He had to show the other killers he never messed around after all.

“Got it for publicities sake, anyways go faster." Ghostface demanded, and its all David would get before Ghostface would move forward and part of his cock was shoved into David's mouth.

David took it a step further, taking as much of the cock he could down his throat. Tears running down his face and he bobbed his head onto it, one hand going up to fondle the large set of balls underneath the monster cock as well. He gagged and saliva ran down his chin and as worked the cock as aggressively as he could. Trying to get the ordeal over with. Hoping if he came...maybe he wouldn’t violate him further.

Ghostface would grab his head to make him stop, in order make him look up at him.

“Remember our deal, the whole thing has to go in that mouth David."

He would let go in order to let him proceed.

David tries his best, struggling to get down to the hilt of his cock. He gets onto his knees and feels a mix of salvia and pre cum fall out of his mouth. He gets frustrated and grunts, trying to take it further. He ends up choking and letting the cock slide out of his throat as he gags on air and sputters. His vision swimming from the coughing fit.

“Got 10 seconds. Start now! 1..2...3.."

Ghostface gave David 10 seconds to get a nice breath before he gets back to work on his cock. He had plans later, like gloating to Joe's smug mask about how much better of a killer Ghostface was.

David goes in for it again, only gagging immediately. He whines in defeat before looking up at Ghostface pleadingly.

“Please..I can’t do it...” David admits..face red from both embarrassment and effort. He lays on his back and spreads his big thighs apart “Please...just fuck me...use me...just don’t kill me like the others..” He whined.

“I’ll be good...so good...please.” David begs, tears running down his face.

Ghostface would go around back to his mouth.

“Oh don't be a fucking bitch David! You're going do it whether you like it or not!"

He would grab his head and in one quick motion, shove his cock in and jam the entire thing down his throat. He knew the Entity would make it to where David would only dry heave and he knew the Entity was above allowing asphyxiation being a cause of death here. He would hold him for a few seconds before letting go of David.

David sputters and chokes on air...feeling his throat get throughly resized. After realizing he couldn’t choke to death, he grabs Ghostface’s cock and shoved it down his throat pushing Ghostface’s hips towards his face as if to say “Use my mouth.”

As sick as it was David was kind of turned on by being used like a slut by someone stronger than him...perhaps that’s why he enjoyed fighting and violence. The pain always was his drive...

He felt drool slides down the sides of his mouth as the spit and throat slicked cock pumped in and out his mouth. His lips were bruised and cracking at the strain.

"I was planning on sending you back to the campfire with a souvenir. My cum all over and inside your pathetic body."

It was rare that Ghostface broke someone and it was extremely rare that it was a David. This was getting far more interesting. He was going to make sure everyone at that camp fire knew exactly what happened here.

David could feel Ghostface’s balls rest on his face. He pulled off the monster cock and sucked and licked on them, stroking the massive cock above him...he even got bolder and went to give Ghostface’s hole a sloppy lick. He was lost...hopeless and wanting to please the man that held his current fate in his hands... He tongued his hole and then went back to furiously and sloppily sucking on his monster cock. His ankle throbbed and he was getting covered in various viscous layers of saliva. David’s rebellious attitude was lost..only a cock hungry slut remained. He wanted to please his captor so bad...he felt the tears still running down his face but he didn’t care anymore. He just wanted to live and pleasing this monster was his only way out. That did not fly so well with Ghostface. He would force David off his cock and would pick him up and slam him down bent over a picnic table.

“That wasn't in our little deal, Davey.... I guess you can't teach a dog to listen. The hatch never opened, Davey. Your chance of escape was done the moment you fell down those stairs. Might as well enjoy what happens next before you go back to the campfire." Ghostface taunted.

He would line up with David's hole and without even giving him a moment to brace himself before just shoving inside of David. He had some mercy before but this was nothing held back. If only David had listened.

He could feel Ghostface trying to penetrate him through his sweatpants and he let out a startled chuckle. “Think I may need to lose the pants before ya do that..” David taunts. Since his fate was sealed, he felt adrenaline pump through his veins.

There a moment before a knife came down directly down on David's back, narrowly missing his spine or anythint vital, before it would go back to cut open his pants and boxers.

“You want to be a little shit huh? I'll show you want little shits like you deserve."

With that, the hilt of the blade would go up David's ass without any sort of grace or theateric Ghostface was known for.

David howled at the sudden penetration. He could feel it go about four inches inside before being stopped by the guard of the blade. He let out a groan, leaning into the table. He could feel the cold air around his as his muscular ass, balls and limp cock were exposed to the air.

“Motherfucker...ahh...shit...” David spat out.

“I was going to make it quick but bitch decided he wanted to do slowly."

He was not happy, he'd reach in his coat to pull out another knife. He'd pin David's head down before he would very roughly cut away at his beard, with sense of caution or percision when it came to it.

David watched his facial hair hit the table sadly. He was really enjoying his beard...he felt humiliated as he could feel his hole tighten around the hilt of the blade. He shifted his position slightly and moaned quietly as the hilt rubbed against that spot inside him. His face and ass both felt raw now. “Fuck....I’ve...been bad.” David groans into the table.

He would grab his hair and pull his head up, getting semi close face to face.

“You're damn right." Ghostface whispered huskily into his ear.

The knife would come down to pin David's right hand to the table before Ghostface went to the back, removing the knife before lining up with his cock instead. With the same amount of mercilessness, he would shove his cock inside of David.

David lets out a bloodcurdling scream as he feels his hand get pinned to the table. Before he has time to process that, he feels all 13 inches of Ghostface’s thick cock tear open his abused hole. He lets out a painful yelp and groan before feeling his legs turn to jelly. Ghostface would thrust with wreckless abandon as he mostly did it for the sake of punishing David at this point. Even though every wound on David was going to disappear after the trial was over, he wanted to make sure David was going to remember the pain for a very long time. David looked down and he could swear he could see Ghostface’s cock rearrange his guts through his stomach. He swore he could see it poke the flesh of his belly from within. He felt sick...but he felt the thick member continue to hit places inside David he didn’t know he had. He cried out again...his eyes wet and swollen as he felt his own cock swell with arousal...all this pain was beginning to feel way too good to him. “You’re going into shock.” He tried to remind himself to no avail.

“Fuckme....fuck...me....please...god hurt me...” He moans out.

"I'm going to ruin you, David. I want to make sure that nobody is going to make your ass feel as stretched as I make it tonight. Everytime your whore ass tries to take someone smaller, you'll remember me."

He had no doubt in his mind that nobody else the Entity had in their grasp came close to his size. This was going to be David's torture, the constanty longing for Ghostface's cock that he'll never feel again. It was going to be so sweet. “God...I can...feel you so deep...!” David says, and pushes back into Ghostface’s cock and arches his back. Taking the punishment with vigor now. He could feel his hard cock rubbing against the rough wood of the bench now. He was lost in lust now. He knew Ghostface was ruining his hole, and he loved every second of it...maybe after this he would get the guys to run a train on his so he could try to feel this kind of deep, unrelenting pain again.

Ghostface would go for what felt like forever, using whatever ungodly stamina the Entity had given him. Ghostface has already had a plan for after the trial. It took thousands of perfect trials, gritting his teeth through Mettle of Man, Borrowed Time, and Adrenaline on survivors or purple rarity flashlights to get 4 Kills for it.

He begged the Entity and he got it. The survivors of this trial were being sent to a different campfire, one where Ghostface or any killer he allows can enter, and use the four broken mindless slut survivors.

David was half collapsed onto the table, broken and a groaning mess. He had already cum twice onto the bench seat and his balls were swollen beyond belief. He was just waiting for the sweet release of death and Ghostface at this point. He could barely feel his hole anymore, only the massive sex organ rearranging his guts inside. He wondered how much energy Ghostface had left at this point..

Ghostface would slam to hilt inside of David before he came deep into the quote unquote survivor. It was massive and it felt so nice to get another load off for the end of the trial for Ghostface. He'd pull out and let it flood out, similar to the backside of Jeff polaroid.

“Well thanks for playing this game, David."

Finally, Ghostface would pull out his knife from David's hand.

David whimpered at the knife being pulled out and sunk into the table, he could feel the cum pushing its way out of his abused hole.

“Do it....finish me off...” David says quietly, pressing his forehead into the table.

“Gladly." The Killer says,

With a flash of his blade, he would raise it up and then....

David would open his eyes to find himself back at the campfire.

“Holy shit...” David says, feeling his face to find his beard miraculously still there. He looked around to see Jake, Jeff and Dwight all sitting there quietly staring at him.

“What?” He asks, before he feels a gallon of cum slide down his leg. “Oh fuck...that was..”

“Real?” Jeff finishes.

David lets out a soft whimper as he strips out of the pants and cleans himself off. He throws the remains in the fire and watches it burn. He pulls on some track pants and shudders.

He silently wonders what the hell did it mean.

[chi-capricorni]

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕠 & 𝕁𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖 — 𝐵𝑜𝒶𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒜𝒰

Headcanons, songs, potential settings & little scenes. Very much a hodgepodge. @morningstar1399 don’t mind me.

I guarantee you the two of them have a little ‘place’, its where they always meet and many secrets have been shared on that sacred ground.

A source of drama could be after a fight, or at the cusp of them revealing their feelings...Nico brings a girl to their special spot. It’s no one important to him, but of course he’s a big fat baby & doesn’t want to be honest about his feelings.

Some songs 

Baby Let Me Take You (In My Arms) — Detroit Emeralds

I’m Jealous — Divinyls

Mad About You — Hooverphonic

Voulez-Vou — ABBA

Something Changed — Pulp

Girls & Boys — Blur

Material Girl — Madonna

Cruel to Be Kind — Letters to Cleo

How Was It For You — James

Stutter — Elastica

Knowing Me, Knowing You — ABBA

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy — Queen

That’s Just What You Are — Aimee Mann

Opposites Attract — Billie Myers

Like a Prayer — Madonna

Young Hearts Run Free — Respect

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! — ABBA

Dreams — The Cranberries

Here & Now — Letters to Cleo

I Want You to Want Me — Letters to Cleo

A Kind of Magic — Queen

Don’t Look Back in Anger — Oasis

Canonically they’re both American but for the sake of ~drama~ and reminding me of that Hugh Grant movie...what is it? Maurice? 

Josse being head boy & roasting Nico any chance he can get 

In the beginning Nico taking it personally and ratting Josse out to his dad so he gets punished, but eventually growing to love the attention from Josse 

Probably a lot of jealousy tinged ‘NO GIRLS IN THE BOYS DORM!’

Nico trying to say fuck you to his dad by seeing an older guy, and Josse putting him in his place out of jealousy & genuine concern

TEENAGE ATTITUDE & SNARK

Did I mention its very gay?

Nico DEFINITELY pierces his ears and wears ugly ass earrings in an attempt to be EXTRA cool

Nico probably wanting to run away

Leaving for summer after ~they kiss~ and trying to avoid talking about it but oops they’re making out now

The accompanying ‘Grown Up’ AU, melancholy as all hell of course

Josse teaching Nico how to dress better & Nico being defensive at first (”why would it matter? im still a fuck up if i wear a suit!”) but eventually wearing some nicer clothes and slowly becoming better dressed and Josse noticing the changes and just giving a little smile

HOUSE CAT THAT NICO HIDES BUT JOSSE FINDS AND ALMOST DESTROYS THE ENTIRE DORM TRYING TO CATCH BUT DOESNT KNOW WHERE IT CAME FROM UNTIL HE SEES NICO FEEDING IT LATER AND IS JUST LIKE ‘YOU FUCKING DARE! BE! THAT! KIND! THE AUDACITY!!’

Intimate tie tying. 

The ~religious~ school angle, because honestly I’ve never known someone to go to a non-religious (mostly Catholic) boarding school. Nuns are always running weird shit like that.