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*inhales*

WILD LIFE WILD LIFE WILDLIFEWILDLIFEWIL—

Okay okay so so far I've only watched Grian's pov but I'm gonna be binging soooo many others right after this.

First off- Skizz, Mumbo and Grian is just. Such an unexpected and silly group, I love them. Skizz, loyal to the bone. Grian, loyal but can switch sides if needed; won't betray you first. And Mumbo; the least loyal guy on the server, goes completely bonkers the moment he turns red

They also all just like. Carry themselves so seriously? But will very quickly devolve into being incredibly silly? So so silly. They will NOT last long, they're gonna fall apart faster than the Southlands for sure with the cheating allegations Mumbo is throwing at Grian, but it'll be hilarious :)

Grian: apologizing for knowing the wild cards beforehand

Me: smiles and adds it to the pile of Watcher Grian lore

Moving on from them:

*inhales again*

MISSING DOG FOUND-?!?

AND WE GOT TREEBARK BACK!!!!!! :D

The sheer happiness I felt when I saw Ren back oh my void, we missed you buddy. Martyn immediately pairing up with Ren whenever they are on the same server has my heart. They're theatre kids your honor. Can't wait to see Ren pull out his guitar <3

We also have TEAM CRINGE-FAIL-?! Lizzie, Scar, Jimmy all on the same team-? That's amazing. It would be hilarious if THIS is the season Tim wins. SURELY having such a high concentration of loser (affectionate) energy will circle around to make them clutch. Surely. It's their moment.

Smth smth, Lizzie and Scar were the only two people alone last season. Smth smth, Lizzie died first and Scar last. Smth smth, Scar reaches out an unconditional hand to Lizzie, offering her an ally because he knows what it's like to be without. Smth smth, Lizzie accepts because she knows waiting for allies leads to none. They're friends now :)

I also heard Scar brought the reputation points back?? If that's true then oml we're so close to getting a Third Life parody. So so close, especially with Scar falling off a cliff and dying while singing, claiming that everything that touches the light is his. It is SUCH a good season for us folks that never left the desert. Bonus points if Grian ends up with Scar after the Sub-One Club inevitably crumbles.

We've ALSO got the op, terrifying duo of Gem and Joel. They are going to be SO unhinged. They will be the chaos group this season, mark my words. They will inevitably fuck shit up and I am WAITING for it. Manifesting Gem or Joel win >:)

And over here we've got three of the divorce quartet (Scott, Pearl, and Cleo) allied with the local supportive dad (Impluse). Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone outside or in between, we once again have the girls, the gays, and ImpulseSV. Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, girldad <3

The three of them just reminiscing on Double Life while Impulse stays quiet, internally remembering his little life in the suburbs with Bdubs as they stirred the pot and watched drama unfold. He DOES NOT have anything to add to this conversation on messy divorce.

Also apparently Scott canonically believes that HE'S the reason Jimmy broke the canary curse and Scar won in secret life?? Because he stopped them from allying together last season or something?? That's just wonderful to me. I don't think he's entirely wrong either, they would've destroyed each other SO quickly

Now, getting on to BigB and whatever he's got going on. Something DEFINITELY happened to him in that hole last season, because he is getting increasingly cryptic. OF COURSE he would live in the Pale Garden with the Creaking. Where else would he go??

I absolutely love everyone making BigB a Creaking hybrid, but hear me out: BigB has ALSO been made a watcher by the fandom in previous seasons because of things like the Nosy Neighbors in Limited Life and his Whole Thing in Secret Life, right? You know what the Watchers are often compared to? Biblically accurate angels. You know what the Creaking has been compared to? Weeping Angels. BigB is a Weeping Angel.

(Maybe Weeping Angels are a type of Watcher. they're closely related to the Creaking; perhaps they made it?)

(I have not watched Doctor Who, though I'd like to. All I know is that Weeping Angels are VERY Watcher-core to me <3)

Finally we have a classic trio of Etho, Bdubs, and Tango. They're taming horses, they're non-stop bickering, they DO NOT share, it's every man for themselves. Tango is third wheeling Ethubs so much rn. They get on each other's nerves. They're besties, after all they keep putting themselves together no matter how much they bicker. Team BET ily <3

Love that Etho IMMEDIATELY tries to ally with the local Watcher for inside information, but Grian refuses to give it to him. It was worth a shot, buddy. I adore every second of screen time in which Grian and Etho interact. They are SUCH a good duo for me. One Stick Wither and Etho's Dishwasher, you will forever be famous <3

Anyhow, I think that covers everything I have to say for now, having watched one pov and scrolled Tumblr for a while. I cannot WAIT for this season, as there's a lot of stuff from previous seasons coming back, with Renchanting, the divorce quartet, Scar bringing back reputation points, and more. I can't wait to see this unfold :D

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-Save Me From Her - chapter 3

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: The past comes back to haunt, and it doesn't like the present.

a/n: Hai everybody! Sorry that this took this long to come out, but life has been lifing, and I needed to get a hold of my mental health and stuff like that. Anyways, enjoy!

warnings: amature writing, wounds, stabbing, Canon-typical violance, multiple POV's, mixed POV's, mass homocide, blood, blood, and more blood (also; not proofread. I will, but not yet. When I did, I will remove this. I just wanted to push this out as quick as possible.

“Lolly!”

Her voice was venomous as it echoed through the small room, shivering, and agitated.

“Come ‘ere…”

The voice disintegrated, everything in it becoming shadowy dust, blown away by the wind. Her voice faded as well, as it was taken over by a sound that cut through the very fabric of nature. A scream, loud, horrid, and filled with emotion. Filled with anger, with hate and rancor.

“She was screaming, shouting, and begging for it to end.” The voice sounded from the depths of darkness. “Yet you did nothing!”

Her face emerged from the dredge, emotionless. Her eyes like glass, her mouth ripped open, deep bruises across her features. Dead. Then her voice sounded again, the former emotions snuff from the words she spoke, replaced with sadness. She sounded bitter, heartbroken. Disappointed.

“We could have been happy Y/N. We could have been…”

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Tara was worried about you. Ever since you saw the note, you haven’t been the same. You acted like nothing happened, talked to the cops about the attack whilst soothing her quivering body. They asked about the dead body as well, which you gave the full truth about; that he attacked you two yesterday and that in his drunk state, you could fend him off. With her help you went through about what happened inside the building today, skipping over the personal parts of course.

Even though you kept a straight, composed face, even when you talked calmly, not a hint of trembling present in your voice, she could see through your façade. You were shaken to your core. She saw the slight flinch of your eyes when the name ‘Lolly’ came up, she felt the almost unnoticeable tightening of your grip around her whenever they asked about your wounds. The little motions your lips, your body, they all gave you away. She has never seen you like this. Scared. You weren’t whilst talking back to someone twice your size, not when you defended her yesterday from the drunk, not when you two fled for your lives today. Not when the knife was inches away from your face. Never

Yet now, you were. The reappearance of Ghostface by itself made Tara too, your state had only worsened hers. She was afraid for you. The worry she felt for you overwhelmed every other emotion that would rise in her. She felt like she needed to stay strong, for the both of you. Falling apart was not an option.

After the ambulance patched you up, the cops approached you once more.

“You’ll have to come with us so that we may pick up your statements at the precinct.”

Tara raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t we just tell you what happened?”

“Yes, but to officially record it, we need you to be at the station.”

“But-“ Tara started but your soft, gentle hand on her shoulder made her stop.

“Let’s follow the officers Tara” you said, looking at the young woman. You were composed and confident.

She huffed but gave in to you. “Can I call Sam from your phone please? I left mine in your apartment.”

“Here” you mumbled as you absentmindedly handed her yours from your back pocket.

As Tara started to dial in her sister’s number, she saw it was already saved. At the name she raised her brow again. “Who is ‘Geralt’?

“Oh, it’s her” you say, blushing a little. "It's from Witcher.

“I know, but why is this her name?” she asks, turning the screen towards you.

You shy away from her unwavering gaze, then press the call button and push her hand back towards her face. “Oh, no you won’t escape this-“ she starts but Sam is faster, as she immediately picks up the ringing phone. She hears her voice calling out for her from the other end of the line.

"Tara! I just saw the news. Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm on my way and be there as fast as possib-" her unrelenting assault of words is cut off by Tara.

"Sam, calm down and take a breath. I'm uninjured, but Y/N got a nasty cut on her neck. The police want us to go down to the precinct to pick up our statements. Meet us there?"

"Yeah, sounds good! Be careful!"

"Off what? I'll be surrounded by cops for god's sake!"

"We both now that won't stop him" Sam said, voice low and mournful. Flashing memories of the hospital ran through Tara's mind for a second and sent a shiver down her spine. The dead cop, laying limp on the floor with an open throat, the pain and the fear coming back to her all of a sudden. Her senses numbed, not hearing Sam's voice on the other end of the line, the lights becoming blindingly bright, yet she couldn't close or avert her eyes. She was frozen in place, helpless just like when she was crawling away from her. From the one that said she would be always by her side. The one that said whatever the case, she would keep her safe. The one that said she loved her.

She flinched when she felt something touch her and snapped her head backwards. At your sight she calmed, only now noticing, and taking in her surroundings once again. "Okay Sam, I will. Bye" Tara managed to say, then hung up.

"She knew?" your voice was soft, so soft. Why were you this thoughtful with her always? It made her heartbeat faster, making her able to believe she could be normal again. But life always had a way to prove her wrong, doesn't it?

"By now all of the world could now" she gestured behind you, towards the police line where an army of reporters were lined up. You sighed as you noticed them. "We are gonna meet her at the station."

"Then let's get moving." Tara felt your hand on her back, nudging her gently to get to the police car.

You opened the door for her, then scrambled to the other side to do the same for yourself. When you got in and closed the car, the sounds of the outside vanished, a comfortable silence filling the space. The vehicle soundlessly rolled out to the road, the lights of the city blaring by the window that Tara's head was leaned against. The cops in front were chattering quietly, trying not to disturb you two.

The Carpenter felt odd. Out of place. Everything was calm. Nothing should be calm. Ghostface was back. He was here to bring her and her loved one’s pain, suffering, and death. Why her? Then she thought of the note. This wasn't about her. No, you knew what the name meant, it scared you. This wasn't about her she realized. This was about you. She rethought the attack, every little detail she could think of. She was the first one to get called, but that didn't mean much. All the time, he was staring at you with his dead eyes, always attacking you. She remembered the occasions where he could have wounded her, yet he was focused solely on you.

Tara looked over to your side of the backseats, taking in your features again. You were just as disturbed as her, deep in thought and uncomfortable. You would have looked cute if one didn't know about what had happened. Tara saw your pained gaze, could feel that your thoughts were eating you up inside and hated every moment of it. Your usual smile wasn't there to light her up. She missed your crinkling eyes that could melt the coldest frozen hearts, your witty jokes, that you would throw in the worst time possible. So, she tried to distract you.

"I want an answer" she demanded, looking at you with furrowed eyes. She surprised you with speaking up, that she could see. You looked at her, confused and unfocused. "I want an answer" she repeated. You clearly didn't know what she was talking about, but she needed you to get speaking so you wouldn't shut off again.

"What answer?" your voice full of confusion.

"The answer to my question" Tara said matter-of-factly.

You rolled your eyes at her statement. "Which one Tara?"

"Why the hell is my sister saved in your phone as Geralt of Rivia?"

You reddened instantly, looking everywhere but her. "It was mainly meant to be a joke…"

"But?"

You gulped and glanced over to her a few times. She knew her unwavering gaze would brake your resistance, and it did. "Anika pointed out that he resembles some of his attributes." You say, still not looking at her.

"Like what?" Tara asked playfully. You looked like a child caught in the act of stealing cookies from the fridge. You swallowed again, clearly rethinking your life choices since the date of your birth. "Y/N, don't think that I'll let you off the hook this easily."

"She is strong, layered and protective besides being misunderstood and mistreated!" you blurted out, looking straight at her. Once you did, your eyes widened and went pale as a ghost. Tara could feel her smile widening to unimaginable lengths before bursting out in laughter. "I'm only telling the truth here! Don't laugh at me" you pouted. You looked so kissable.

"N- no it's not you it's just" she tried to say in between laughs. "It's just that it's so accurate. She would be fuming if she heard about this."

"And that's why she will never know!" So kissable.

"Oh, I don't know about that" she smirked. "My tongue is in a slippy mood these days…"

"No, Tara I'm serious!" you pleaded, face contorting in fear. "She would kill me! I have barely made it on her list of tolerated people! I don't want to end up-" she cut you off with her lips on yours. Your eyes widened for a moment, taking in what was happening, but she didn't give you enough time to fully comprehend it. She leaned back and watched your gaping face. After you finally shook off the surprise, you smirked at her. "Well, if I end up like this, I don't mind her knowing."

Tara rolled her eyes at you but the butterflies in her stomach rendered her silent. What exactly was this? You kissed her back, that surely meant you liked her too, right? She didn’t have much time to think because you leaned in to kiss her again, this time deepening it. You cupped her cheek with your right hand, whilst the left on found hold on her waist, gently rubbing circles under the fabric. When you had to separate for air, she pressed her forehead against yours, eyes locking with each other.

“I-“ Tara started, but stopped herself. The words she was about to speak didn’t feel right. Didn’t feel enough. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to think up something that would be better.

“I know” you said simply, caressing her face with your fingers. She opened her eyes again, and your heart started beating faster at the sight of them, full of hope and concern. “Me too.”

Your words made the swarm of butterflies in Tara’s stomach grow into a horde. “Since when?”

“Anika told me what you told Mindy” you said with a smirk. “That’s when I really started to hope for it to be true. I never fully believed it until know though.”

“You mean the time when they got together?” At your nod her face reddened. She then narrowed her eyes and leaned back. “Mindy is dead to me.”

“Oh, come on, they share everything between each other, and Anika could never stand my stare.”

“It was meant to be a secret!”

“If you want to blame someone, blame me for being a too good sister, from which the other can’t keep anything from!”

“Yeah, if anything you’re an idiot” she said, smiling.

“I might be” you leaned back too and smirked at her. “But I’m your idiot now.” Tara’s stomach churned in the most pleasurable way after hearing your words.

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The rest of the route went by in a blink of an eye. Tara and you had talked most of it through, and you were thankful of her for distracting you from your own thoughts. The note rocked you to your core. There were only a few people who could have known that nickname, but you didn’t see any of them capable of killing someone, let alone mutilate them afterwards. The only one died a year ago. She died a year ago.

When your thoughts would start to eat you up again the car stopped. The cops got out and helped you two leave the vehicle as well. You entered the building and were met with the familiar sight of the white walls and crowded office. You couldn’t remember how many days you spent here nagging and annoying your uncle. Yet he wasn’t here anymore, and the thought made you feel alone. Scared. Overwhelmed. Screaming, shouting, begging for it to end…

As if she read your mind, Tara grabbed your hand and interlocked her fingers with you. You looked down at her and smiled, reassuringly squeezing her hand. The cops started leading you two to what you liked to call; ‘interrogation chamber’ in your youth. Whenever you saw the cops bringing in perps in handcuffs, you would imagine how scary it must be for them. You would chase yourself into a corner of your mind where everything was scary and dark. Where she was still free. Still alive. Your only lifebelt being your uncle, who never failed to help you out of there. Now, the room you were closing in on didn’t seem so bad. It felt safe. Funny how time changes perspectives.

“Y/N?” you heard a familiar voice behind you. Not believing your ears your span around, searching for the source. “Y/N! Hey! How are you? What the hell are you doing here?” The source turned out to be a young man, with red hair and sparkling green eyes. Just like your uncle.

“I could ask you the same thing V.”

“Not even a greeting for your most humble cousin? I must say you’ve cha-“ he got cut off when you hugged him so tightly Tara was worried you might brake some bones. “There she is…” he said, wrapping his own hand around you.

“What happened? I thought you are stationed in Washington!”

“I got transferred here upon my request. Being a legacy of pa helped.”

“Kayoko, you two know each other?” one of the officers asked that were escorting you.

“Not intentionally” Vasco smirked and pushed your shoulder a little. You flinched from the pain. His eyes narrowed and without asking pushed the fabric of your shirt to the side, revealing the bloody bandage that was wrapped around the stitched wound. “What happened?” his voice got serious in an instant.

You took a deep breath before answering. “Me and Tara had been attacked in my apartment.” His eyes widened, suddenly gripping your bicep. “It was Ghostface. Now I’m involved in the homicide of a homeless drunk that also attacked us a day before and gave me this” you held up your arm. The wound narrowed since yesterday, yet it still itched and hurt. “Speaking truly, I was the aggressor that time, but that’s unimportant now.” You almost whispered the last sentence. He huffed and shook his head slightly.

“Just my luck” he shook his head. “The first serious case I get, and my family’s involved.”

“You lead the case?”

“No, Wayne does. You know, father’s old partner.” You nodded, as you did, in fact remember the graying man. “I’m in his team and for once, he didn’t put me in the backline.”

“Wayne as in Wayne Bailey?” Tara interrupted.

“How do you know him?” Vasco asked back.

“He’s the father of her roommate.”

“Quinn or E… Oh wait, no. His son is studying at Princton. So, you are Quinn’s roommate huh?”

“I thought her brother died…” Tara said.

“He did. Sorry, he had two siblings. I thought you would know this.”

“No, she never mentioned two” you said as well.

“Sorry to interrupt Kayoko, but we all have our jobs to do” a officer said. “After picking up their statements, you can have them back.”

“Of course, Stan. Apologies” he said and held his hands up.

Before you were lead away, you hugged him again and decided to throw the big ball into the game. “There was a note for me, pinned to the corpse” you whispered in his ear.

“How do you know it was for you?”

“It was meant for Lolly.”

When you pulled away, you saw his struck state. It looked like he froze down, his eyes full of sorrow as he looked at you “I’ll get to work then” he said, threw you a weak smile, and squeezed your shoulder again, before turning around and walking towards his place.

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You needed to wait a little for Bailey to arrive. He was at the scene and missed you there.

“Stan and Mitch are awfully efficient when they don’t need to be” he huffed as he greeted you warmly. He was just as bright and straight as he always used to, even if time had worn him out a little. With you, at least. Tara was a different world. You remembered how he first acted around you and found resemblance. They just needed to warm up to each other, you thought.

They didn’t. From the point he started picking up your statement, he gave her his coldest self. Sam got there in the middle of interrogation, and her being around didn’t help much either. She looked even more dishevelled than last time as she barged into the room, even though half the police force tried to deny her that. When Tara reassured them that she was with you two, they reluctantly let her stay.

You didn’t know whether Tara wanted to hide what you had from her, so you tried to keep the usual distance, but the young Carpenter was having none of it. Once she got a hold of your hand under the table, she wasn’t letting go. Sam clearly saw but didn’t say anything. The only reaction you saw from her, was the small, almost unnoticeable smile on her concerned face, which you took as a good sign.

You explained everything again to Bailey, this time a bit more calmly and provided more information. You described the attack, the phone call, leaving out some information about you and Tara again. Then came the nickname. The grey man tried to go into the depths, but you dodged every question as your father and uncle had thought you to. Noone besides our loved ones will know about this. The vow you made to them resounded in your head, and you never took yourself for a liar. Noone else needs to know. It just wasn’t necessary.

“Who could want to see you two dead?” he asked with a resigning voice, eyeing you and Tara.

“Cmon’ Bailey, you know me! I’m the most charming person in the world” you teased and leaned back, smirking.

“So, half the city. You?” she asked Tara.

Before answering she shook her head slightly. “Can’t think of anyone who’s still alive.”

“Yikes.” you and Bailey said in unison.

The door opened and Stan showed his head in the door. “FBI’s here, claiming jurisdiction.”

Bailey’s face contorted from confusion. “Where are they?”

He stood and left the room, you quickly following behind. No matter how much time you spent here, it could still surprise you. You have seen federal agents once or twice, but never when they claimed a case for themselves. You were interested, the Carpenter sisters following close behind you. Tara wouldn’t let go of your hand, gently squeezing it, so you couldn’t release it, which you wouldn’t, not even if the world was ending. Especially not if the world was ending.

Three doors later Stan opened a door, motioned inside. A woman stood from one of the chairs, blonde, painted shoulder length hair, combat boots and a black outfit with a black leather jacket. You couldn’t make out what they were talking about, but the woman showed her badge and Bailey clearly didn’t like her. A case was laid open on the table, your and Tara’s picture on top of it. The sisters were talking about something, but you didn’t listen, your eyes focusing on the photograph that was taken of the corpse. It looked weird. Not how it looked when you were there.

Your train of thoughts was disrupted by Sam, who just noticed who was inside. “Kirby?”

“Hey Sam” the blonde woman greeted her and squeezed herself past you and Bailey to hug her. “Tara, and you must be Y/N, right?”

“Your detective skills are impressive” you nodded.

“You are the FBI?” Sam asked.

“You guys know each other?” the graying man asked, after Kirby nodded.

“Yeah. We went to Woodsboro high together” the older Carpenter said. “She was a senior when I was a freshman.          “

“We share a certain history, yeah” Kirby agreed. “Look, I’m not trying to get into a jurisdictional pissing contest here, I just want to help” she had a sly smile plastered on her face. “I’ll show you mine” she said, still smiling. “Et cetera.”

You huffed at her words. This was one of the weakest jokes, you have heard today, yet it still made you smile. Kirby had this look of pure confidence and kindness, that made you calm. You looked down at Tara from the corner of your eye and saw her also hiding her grin with her left hand, the other one still holding onto yours.

Bailey scrunched his eyes, but gave in, sharing some information about your statement and about the attack. The woman nodded along, and once he was finished, spoke up. “I already knew about the circumstances of the attack. If we are to catch this maniac, we will have to work together.”

“Yeah, good luck with that!” Sam said, as her patience ran out. “We are getting out of town” to exercise her point, she grabbed Tara’s hand and started leaving the police station. Your heart clenched in a familiar uncomfortable way.

“No!” Tara pulled her hand back and stayed close by your side. “I’m not leaving her behind!” The pain eased a little at her words, yet your mind was screaming for her to leave.

“Also, I can’t let you do that” Bailey cut in. “I’m sorry, but your sister is a person of interest in a homicide. She can’t leave town until the matter is resolved.”

Sam looked at both in disbelief. At Tara because she wanted to stay in a place where a psycho was on the loose, hell bent on hurting her, and at Bailey because of how ridiculous his words have made her feel. There was a maniac on the loose, and they couldn’t leave. They couldn’t leave because of the people that should try to do everything in their might to keep them safe. It was laughable really. When she wanted to word the thoughts that were circling in her head, the lights shut out.

The whole building went dead silent. The only source of light, being the streetlamps outdoors. You felt Tara leaning into you, her heartbeat fastening against your chest. You tightened your grip on her hand, and blinked, so your eyes would adjust to the darkness quicker. There was a hint of smoke in the air, but there was no logical explanation for it. It also smelled like smoke.

A pained scream echoed through the room. The scream of man. After a moment it turned into a growl, becoming ever more silent as something blocked the way of the sound. You heard Bailey and Kirby take out their guns, cocking them, just as all the other cops in the building. You snapped your head in every direction, but you still couldn’t see clearly, only the figures of people. The smoke in the room only got thicker.

A way too familiar voice resounded across the place, filling you with fear. His voice. “Did you miss me, Lolly?”

Another fading scream filled the room, but this time two shots followed it right after. The sound was deafening, and your ears started ringing. You could hear distant orders being barked out even though it came from right next to you, the figures of the two law enforcers disappearing from before you. A million thoughts were blaring through your mind, only some of them useful. Before you could do anything, you felt someone grab your hand and pull you with. After a moment you realised it was Sam, and stopped struggling against her, following her lead. But then she stopped in her tracks.

“No escape for you here, dear.” Ghostface spoke again, from right before you. You looked over Sam and saw him already stabbing towards her. You tried to pull her backwards, but it was too late. The knife sliced into her flesh, a pained groan leaving her mouth as she stumbled back. As you were still pulling her, a cop got between you and him, raising his gun. Three shots were fired, two of them clearly hitting him, but it was as if he didn’t even notice. He lunged forward at his shooter, opening his throat and chest with two precise and fast attacks.

You span around and ran the other way, the Carpenters by your side. The smoke had now filled the entire place, vision impaired. It helped that you had the building memorised by heart, as you took turn after turn. Shots were being fired and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of smoke and gunpowder, creating a metallic, hardly breathable atmosphere.

Then you tripped in something. As you fell, you let go of Tara’s hand and when you looked up, you couldn’t see her no more. You could hear her screaming your name, but you couldn’t answer, the smoke filling your lungs. Then you looked down at what you tripped in. Or as it turned out, who. It was a uniformed cop’s body, struggling for air. He had a stabbed wound in his gorge. Your hands were dripping of his blood, half your clothes soaking in it too. You didn’t know a human could have so much blood in their body, but when you looked around, you saw one more, with also as precise cuts as all the other victims you witnessed. All of them were stabbed at vital organs, or from where they would die in a few seconds or minutes. Not a second wasted.

“Oh, poor Y/N” he said in a condescending voice. “This must be pretty traumatic for you. I almost feel bad.” A hand grabbed your hair and pulled you back by it. “Almost” he whispered in your ear. There was a voice behind the modulator, that was familiar. Your heart skipped a beat after realisation hit you. But that couldn’t be possible. It just couldn’t!

You slumped back to the ground when she suddenly let go of your hair. You looked back behind you, seeing her figure falling onto her back. Another woman stood above you, and you could take out Sam’s boots. She grabbed you, pulled you up and started running, not even waiting for you to be able to catch your balance, just pulled you after her. She barged through a door, that led you to the Northern stairs, where Tara was waiting, tears running down her cheek. She was coughing hard, trying to swallow air desperately, yet she couldn’t. You looked at Sam for a moment, and after you saw one of her hands was occupied with a gun, you picked up Tara in your hands and started running down the stairs, three steps a time.

The ground floor looked similar in its form, but there was no smoke here. Bodies were scattered around the place, some of them civilians, some of them cops. All of them dead. You traced over the room, searching for a specific table, and once you found it ran towards it, leaning Tara against it.

“Y/N what the hell are you doing?!” Sam was trying her best not to snap at you.

“Tara’s going to suffocate if we don’t do something” you answered, opening drawer after drawer to find the item you were looking for. “To our “luck”, Private Alice always holds an inhaler at her desk in case her asthma ever comes back.” Sam accepted this, and turned towards the places Ghostface could come after you.

You found it in the fourth drawer and immediately turned towards the younger Carpenter. You aided her to take it in her mouth and pressed down a few times, just to be sure. She looked at you gratefully after. Her coughing died down slowly, and you helped her up. That’s when you noticed that everything was quiet. No shooting, no footsteps above you, nothing. Was everybody dead?

As to answer that question, the door of the staircase opened, and a very dishevelled looking Kirby stumbled into the room, followed by Bailey and two other cops. You sighed in relief when you saw Vasco in their group. The greying man barked out some orders, and Vasco and two others walked over to you, surrounding the three of you, whilst he and the rest of the cops marched out. Kirby joined him, her gun also raised, eyeing every corner before she disappeared behind a wall.

“Vasco, what the hell is going on?” you asked, suddenly feeling very weak.

“He jumped out a window, after we surrounded him” he said, very quiet. Why was he so quiet?

Then he threw you a glance. The glance, turned into a full-blown stare, his face horrified. You saw his mouth opening, but no notes hit your ear. Your side throbbed of pain, and you looked over to see, why. When you saw the opening that had been carved into you, you did nothing. Nothing else than stare at it, whilst feeling your vision darkening, and getting weaker and weaker. The floor came quicker than you could realise, why it was even getting closer. Suddenly you felt the floor hit you with all it’s might before everything became dark.

[hes-striker]

Damn this whole situation is breaking my heart I need to know what happens next

The morning started off quiet. Stolas woke up next to the love of his life and after giving him a kiss on the cheek, he decided he would make him his favorite — purple pancakes with cream cheese frosting. It was sugary but Stolas felt like spoiling the imp.

He got up and got dressed and after cleaning up, he went downstairs to grab the mail and newspaper. Stolas wasn’t paying that much attention to it at the moment, but as he placed the mail down on the tail, his eyes widened at the newspaper’s headline…

GOETIA HEIRESS FOUND DEAD; POSSIBLE HOMOCIDE

Authorities are investigating the apparent homicide of Octavia, a prominent heiress to the ancient and powerful Ars Goetia family, after her body was discovered late Tuesday evening in her private residence.

According to sources close to the investigation, local law enforcement was dispatched to Octavia's estate after a distress call from a staff member. Upon arrival, officials found the 22-year-old heiress deceased under what investigators described as "suspicious circumstances."

[chidoroki]

Hell’s Paradise EP2

aka: cornucopia bloodbath

Are we gonna start off each episode with the topic of beheading? We’re two for two.

So Sagiri actually wanted to become an executioner because she saw how perfectly her father made his cuts.. I don’t necessarily wanna call that cute but hurray for following in her father’s footsteps I guess?

Oh, good to see she’s not completely heartless about the whole process. Well, I imagine beheading others would instill fear, grief and other emotions into anyone and would probably take many attempts, or several years even, to not feel pain anymore while doing so.

Also, those lifeless bodies we saw in the OP/ED surrounding her now have context with them being her doubts, like right now as this red-haired man explains with the truth reflecting in her blade.

I shall never skip this OP by the way and yes I’m gonna comment about it each week. I heard the full version of it the other day and it’s just as lovely.

Ooohh finally getting little looks at some of our cast like Chobei, Yuzuriha, Nurugai and Tamiya. Same with some of the swordsmen with Shion, Fuchi, and Toma somewhere I’m sure.

All the criminals are throwing their rage at the shogun while Gabimaru is just over here complaining that he can’t breathe with that paper mask over his face.

This dude unrolls a certificate to show them the official pardon but it’s hilarious since none of the criminals can actually see it with their eyes covered.

Yuzuriha knows of our hollow man hm? & despite myself not knowing a thing a out her, I think her voice suits her.

SPEAKING OF VOICES, Gabimaru shares a va with Langa (sk8) and I dunno how it completely slipped my mind last week or how I didn’t pick up on it.

Eh so weird, that poor dude with the flowers blooming out of him is actually still alive?

I’m not entirely sure why, but Nurugai reminds me of Dororo? Maybe it’s the character design somehow.

Oh good lord, large tattoo man just got beheaded with no questions asked.

“Act out in the island, and you’ll be beheaded on the spot.” Yeah that checks out.

“Naturally, if your monitor dies, whether by accident or homocide, you’ll be beheaded.” Glad we mentioned that little bit. But if by some crazy chance they all die, then no one can behead the criminals, right?

“If your monitor isn’t with you, you won’t be allowed onto the return boat.” Oh good, I’m glad we’re answering all my questions right as they come up. So y’all can’t just kill them for funsies because I’m sure they were all just thinking that.

Ya know I was thinking that, there’s way too many criminals here right now and not enough asaemon to monitor them, of course they’re gonna fight for a spot. That and a lot of them just look like randomly placed characters.

Ahha, and looks like our bastard Chobei is gonna get a head start on reducing their numbers. And I know he doesn’t share a va with Bakugo, but that’s all I hear with him, just a little. I have heard him in other things but nothing I remember too clearly.

The fact they can all fight rather well with their hands tied is kinda impressive, I won’t lie about that.

Oh? I assume our main cast are those with these red seals. The special ones with great abilities.

Our man Gabimaru is actually quite the legend huh? Yet he hasn’t move an inch since coming here.. he’s so chill. I love it.

Not me somehow getting Nozel and Noelle vibes when this Eizen man tells Sagiri she isn’t suited for this kind of job. Go prove him wrong girl!

Not that I want her end Gabimaru’s life, but I hope our girl manages to get over her doubts..somehow.

Goddamn, slicing three of them one after another like that..

“Not killing people if you don’t have to is the most natural thing in the world.” Gabimaru you’re such a kind soul.

Holy shit man! You cut the dude’s throat with your bare hands how??

And now he’s just bit another guy’s throat apart.. Gabimaru is literally a beast.

Oohh the scene from the trailers! With him standing in the water with the bodies around him!

“Is it possible that what I needed wasn’t the strength not to fear killing but the resolve to take on the burden of that fear and the lives I took?” Ah perhaps, I’m sure Sagiri will find her answer eventually.

Like Gabimaru last ep, I didn’t expect her to actually have emotions like this. It just didn’t seem like something an executioner would show ya know? So I’m happy we got a look inside her mind and past this time.

Ah so aside from our cast there’s seems to be a couple more criminals joining the party that I’m not familiar with.

Same with the other executioners too, but I finally spotted Toma and got a clearer look at Tenza!

“There is no danger.” Well that’s a blatant lie if I ever saw one.

[the-firebird69]

Sick Puppies - You're Going Down (Official Video)

this is trump implicateing bja and planted it evidence.  bja used it no. and e was arrestd  priints on it and trump then used t and blamed bja. for tons of homocides by acid. and trump revealed himself in la and our so moved.  and th jerk sai fast and then dumped it no tried to toss it  at him. missed and was burned and  yeh.    it looked real.  wasnt and he then was in trouble. a nd our son said it your dead.  and started after him he ran.  now he tried to knife ourson afte lost.  and almost died again. a chiar was up and he would lose. he is a pipsqueek and now dies.  an in droves and in his cities.  ad is a big loser.  dies fast. and is not clancy brownthat is terry c. this person is a weasel and loses. and we needed this now areready. we  use it need it in.  tons of it and ours.  this rules it is well done and he says it am tired so we rest him up shorlt mb in two weeks lo ahhaah and true too.  soon though the south will sink.  and these run and h e is out. loses.  and macs lose.  the charlotte p ark is boiling and tons of salt wter  and the rain is from it is radioactive yes. and salty and makes it ise and it is .4 here and shortly .5 will top out at about .85 rad.  and that is high no.  but steady.  and huge changes coming soon.  the park will be water in three circes in a few days no. tommorrow.  tons will panic here and leave good

Thor Freya

Olympus

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[globalhappenings]

Body in a well in Ogliastra, Prosecutor investigates for murder

Body in a well in Ogliastra, Prosecutor investigates for murder

(ANSA) – NUORO, 23 NOV – It will be the DNA test to give the official status but for the investigators the body found yesterday at the bottom of the well near the provincial road 56 Lotzorai-Talana, in Ogliastra belongs to the investigators. The 58-year-old from Lotzorai, who disappeared on 18 September, was allegedly killed and thrown into the well: the body has in fact a gunshot wound to the…

[i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry]

Yo im back and this time im gonna tell you about a really weird and elaborate dream i had several times that will still sound like some pick me self insert but stay with me.

It wasnt SAGAU surprisingly, but a modern version of Teyvat. Visions and Gnosises (Gnosi?) dont exist. Venti, Zhongli and Ei werent gods/Archons either. I was in school/studying. I was the adopted daughter of Ningguang and Beidou was her girlfriend, then fiancee, then her wife and with that my stepmom. Ningguangs position of Tianquan was like one of a president and Beidou had the highest ranking position of the Army idk what it was called. Kazuha was a subordinate of Beidou's she picked up in Inazuma and Beidou ended up adopting(?) him so he was my stepbrother. (Tbh we still dont know if the adoption papers are legal but noone really cares)

Zhongli still worked as a consultant at Wansheng Funeral Parlor but had a lot of knowledge and could consult you in all kinds of things. Xiao was his adopted son and some sort of martial artist/athlete??? They were also our neighbors that lived right beside us and Xiao is my childhood best friend. Xinyan, Yunjin, Venti and Barbara were all idols/musicians of some sort. Xiangling was a worldrenowned cook. Xingqiu stayed pretty much the same. Chongyun also stayed the same just that his Yang spirit was a really really rare and unique medial condition. Childe was a diplomat from Snezhnaya with a strong liking of all kinds of sports that involve fighting. Shenhe was also still the same just that her homocidal urges were anger issues managed with medication and some anger management classes instead of the ropes. Ganyu worked as a secretary of State and Keqing kept her position as Yuheng which was also some sort of high-ranking Government posirion. Yanfei was still a lawyer and Hu Tao was also still the director of Wansheng Funeral Parlor.  Kaeya, Lisa, Jean , Eula and Amber all worked in the government body of Mondstadt. Albedo and Sucrose were both Scientists. Diluc had a monopoly on the wine industry. Idk what the fuck Bennett, Razor and Fischl do but they were outside a lot. All the kids went to school. Qiqi is alive, just has amnesia from an accident when she was really young. The Tri-Comissions were the government of Inazuma with Raiden as its head. Ei and Makoto were twins while Scaramouche was their younger brother. Ayaka and Sara were both also both highranking government officials. Yae was still responsible for a shrine and Yae Publishing House. Thoma stayed Thoma. Yoimiya also stayed the same. Instead of working as a ninja under the Kamisatos Sayu was a ward/distant relative or something? and went to school like a normal kid Watatsumi is its own state that seperated from Inazuma a long time ago with Kokomi and Gorou as its leaders. Itto didnt have a official and steady job but helps out where he can in exchange for money. Aether, Lumine and Paimon were either reporters or paparazzi.

Most of the dream was just short scenarios one after another. Most of the shit that happened was either really funny, awkward or i wanted to kill someone (either myself or somone else).

The first "scene" was of me seeing a smiling Ningguang taking me to the fucking giant mansion we lived in alone (for some fucking reason) after she adopted me. The mansion is HUGE. The thing had three floors plus a basement, our own pool, several balconies, a gigantic garden, a fucking Ballroom and also a big garage on the side directly under my windows. (This is context for a later point)

The next was of me being introduced to Xiao and Zhongli.

Then a huge timeskip and the awkward introduction-dinner where Ningguang reintroduced Beidou as her girlfriend and Kazuha as her son. Then timeskip again to their engagement-party which was a fucking nightmare (never ever let alcohol and food unattended when Xingqiu, Xiangling and Hu Tao are near) Then all of the wedding planning and then the wedding which was beautiful and nearly worth it after the planning nearly costed me my sanity (only worth it cuz i got to see all of the guys in suits and the happiness of Ningguang and Beidou).

I often had sleepovers with Xiao because of three reasons: 1. I walked in on Ningguang and Beidou doing the deed one too many times 2. Ningguang being away one business trips and im sure as hell not staying alone in a big ass mansion and 3. whenever Ningguang had some important guests i didnt want to interact with (basically everyone but the people i just listed). I most of the time just climbed out of my window on top of the garage, jumped down from the garage, climbed over the fence that seperated the properties, climbed up a tree to be able to slip through Xiaos window into his room.

Also apparently most of the guys besides Zhongli and Venti and a few of the girls had a crush on me at one point??? and noone ever told me??? (Explains a few incidents that i didnt write about tbh)

If you want me to elaborate on something just say so and i hope you liked it

Hummingbird

we love modern sagau here

jealous of your dreams as well

[chameshida]

Little Nightmares and Player’s Surrogate

I don’t know if I should call this a theory but it’s the thing I’ve been thinking about in a while now. For this let’s call it a theory for now.

What I mean by Player surrogate is for when the character is vague or blank enough for the player to put themself into, or even if the character isn’t blank, Their characteristic and objective is in line with what the player is feel or doing in game at the current moment that both Character and Player fall in line with each other. So while LN characters of course have a life of their own that is different from player (Like player is obviosly not going to be some all powerful psychic kid with paperbag head or cannibalistic homocide in the kid apocalupse nightmare) and know something the player don’t but I purpose for this theory that through out both game the character feeling are fall in line with what the player is feeling and for that it might explain their action and feeling.

(Note: this has nothing to do with the meta aspect like “oh the player is the bad guy all along” undertale-esque but rather just using player as a device to examine characters.)

Start off in Chronological order; LN2. Mono was given description officially as someone protective and single-minded. Because this is a video game, the single minded aspect come into play with the game objective and how the player pushing forward. Secondly the game is giving the player Six as the companion character, Despite what Six may have done in the first game, it’s natural for the player to grow attach to the already establish protaganist and the companion character so their protectiveness and attachment toward Six would mirror Mono.

- Mono was thrown out of the TV, clueless of what happened pripr just like how the Player doesn’t know. All the exploration or the scary place and scary monsters. Mono and the player would share the similar thought on them.

- The player starts to notice Six’ odd behavior much like Mono

- both Mono and Player would feel the similar emotion upon seeing Monster Six the first time.

-  The player are condition to trust Six with all the Catching scene of each chapters as the game mechanic much like Mono would trust Six this make the betrayal hurt Mono the same way it hurt the player. The official twitter account hint that Mono want both “Revenge and second chance” and maybe that’s how the fan/player feel too. Some grow hateful for what Six has done, Some tries to justify it and hope they can be friend again, that’s probably both what Mono is feeling.

- If we want to go meta, starting the new game with that knowledge is Mono returning into new loop with memories intact.

Next up, LN1, and this is actually the reason why I make this theory, to examine Six. Without any knowledge in anything since this is the first game. The player are thrown into the unknown world of the Maw alongside Six which is why I think that:

- Six is as scared of this unknown dark mysterios maw as the player as she explore it.

- Six genuinely finds the nome cute and hug them without any ill intention or ulteriror motive just like the player.

- Six was surprised and clueless about the intensity of the hunger the first time it happens in the maw like the player. she too start to notice the escalation and pattern just like the player. The moment the rat got stuck in the trapped and she and the player would feel the similar emotion of “oh no I have to eat the rat didn’t I?”

-This lead to...The nome. Ok so play by play. You just escape the near death experience with the guest then your hunger start to act up, great. You painfully move your way forward for something to eat. You see the sausage and the cute nome giving it, Great you are save! You start moving forward to meet the nome

then you lose Control.

You can’t stop yourself, blinded by the unnatural hunger, and only regain control after the deed has already been done.

This is what I think is happening. That Six lose control, that every time the control being taken away from the player in the mini cut scene of Six eating something that’s her losing it. People said that the existance of the sausage in that scene suggest that Six is giving the option and she just simply not chosing it and choose the nome instead but with this player surrogate theory I think the existance of the sauage signify Six’s lack of choice. that there’s a choice Six thought she can have but her hunger just choosing it for her.

- For the lady at this point the player already know what’s coming when the hunger hit and the lady is right there. Six knows what have to be done too. 

Again, with the character having their own history and agenda and the player all have different history and agenda. Those feeling doesn’t have to be 100% line up but I think it can help suggest or explain the vague idea of what the character is feeling.

And that’s about it for this ‘theory’! TLDR; Player character may feel something similar to what the player feel and when the control is taken from the player the character is losing control too, (or act irrationally, super determine-ly like Mono marching into the tower)

[the-firebird69]

Lauren Boebert 'Torched' During Clash With Social Security Official (newsweek.com)

they broadcast the infight over social security and state the y work from home. and are being attacked have data and aothes want thiers out and not at thier houses. tons of them and are trumpsters. and going on now this was exposed today. and eposeed by this bitch a trumpster. and she is a moron. and homocidal and weak. dies a lot. and tons hate her both sides. and garth does the same and works at home and has tons of data threatens others to threaten uor sona nd tons go after them as we said and these are going to be gone. forever the same for gartha nd co and trumps cheesmen too. out. and we watch them laugh snicker and chortle. and they have not agotten a thing using exortion of this kind not one thing. at all. only loss. now we take froom you iditos your so damned dumb.

Thor Freya

and it is actiono you want and so on ok on it. here too. so we hear. and yes we hd it lost it doing this and for big bucks he says no. and where di dyou learn that sh. from macs. and we fought them still do and they are not on top no lost power. and ok. lost and we are suppsoed to beleive theat

dan

your an ass and a retard with tbi a weaklign. now your sh is weak this areas sh is weak .....now can you count dan

Zues Hera

ok. i se count robots and ppl.so i should shall. i do see it. dont work her dont sit here and out and we a re going and this sh is rancid. and ok not us no it is at home tons hate us

dan

[buni-gutz]

hi i noticed you like genshin impact. this must mean you are okay with...

breaking and entering trespassing purposeful endangerment of another person aggravated assault and battery attempted homocide 1st and 2nd degree murder manslaughter theft grand larceny identity fraud bribery of an official

this is just a summarization but you can find every crime in detail that you think is okay here

"I'm not okay with it irl!"

So you're okay with rape and abuse, but you're not okay with rape and abuse? make it make sense 😭

[oddyssea-a]

streetxcat replied to your post: she will look over at him, completely serious...

cat’s relationship to karter is pretty much to randomly appear with puns and slowly kill him

Cat pls I have a husband & two kids I don’t deserve this

[politijohn]

(For some background: I'm a home aid who basically baby-sits octogenarians and other elderly in their homes)

Would you, personally, consider it reddiculous to leave a job because the job in question has you trapped in a room with Fox News (and it's avid fans) for hours on end? Tucker Carlson has been extoling the vertues of ignoring the mask mandates, of keeping businesses open, and of traveling to see family for Christmas (very specifically Christmas and no other holidays - he's presenting requests by officials to not gather together as a long standing attack on Christianity going as far back as the - ignored and lauded for it - quarentines during the Spanish Flue for half an hour now) and I'm about to the point of homocide. The hatred and ignorance and propoganda being bandied about and lapped up is driving me nuts and I have straight up been told I have to agree with this and other "conservative" talking points (such as anti-gay rights bull) or I'm not welcome back. No one wants facts, just the emotionally charged stories they're being fed, and any disagreement with Fox's bull is diagnosed as me being young and ignorant (I'm 30) and a bad Christian (which is fair enough, I'm athiests but I'm sure as shit not going to tell them that). I just- aaarg! It's a good job - easy enough and for good pay - but it sure as shit isn't good for my blood pressure or mental health. But leaving - when this is the first job I've been able to get in months, seems stupid. I just don't know what to do.

Sorry for dumping this on you, but I needed to vent somewhere and don't actually have any cooler heads than my own to talk to.

(Also, big fan of your blog. I love that you most often leave the links you get your commentary and headlines from so your followers can do their own research/fact check.)

I’m sorry that’s the reality of your work environment. It sounds painful. 

I’m not in a position to advise on whether you should quit or stay. However, you should take some time to weigh the pros and cons of leaving. Can you financially afford to quit? Will you have an easy time finding new employment? As hard as it may be, sometimes we have to check our politics at the door to preserve our personal mental state and well-being to make ends meet. It’s unfortunate that the environment is riddled with conservative rhetoric; perhaps you can find a similar position with a new organization.

[transhawks]

bruh every time someone does a run through of how bad the official translations are I just get homocidal

[lacedspine]

hiya ivy! this is your official mallowmocha interview! first round: what's something your wear constantly? when was the last time you remember eating a muffin? what's something incredibily specific that you inexplicably hate? what's an plant you think is really cool?

dkdjd hello mallowmocha!

1. i have this rlly nice pair of like. high-waisted pants with black n red stripes that are very soft and nice

2. i have literally no idea fkdjfj it’s been so long

3. every verizon ad ive ever seen fills me with a homocidal rage but tbh that might not just be a me thing

4. PITCHER PLANTS BECAUSE THESE FUCKERS ARE SO COOL

they come in varying sizes but basically they’re a carnivorous plant that’s shaped like a,,,,pitcher, shockingly enough, with some kinda water fluid sweet thing inside that bugs go to investigate and then drown in!