#in an evil forest

[verminfang]

Tagged by @shillelagh

I'm actually not too sure where the venn diagram of mutuals who do tag games and actually have spotify is but I'll no pressure to do it tag @importantangeldefendor based on that being someone I vaguely remember posting a spotify wrapped this year

let your spotify predict your 2024! shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

January - Spite by Vandaveer

February - Can't Keep Johnny Down by They Might Be Giants

March - Zydrate Anatomy by Repo The Genetic Opera

April - It Ain't Psychedelic (Unless You Kill Someone) by The Golden Pelicans

May - Devoid of Redemption by Pallbearer

June - Chain Breaker by Brothers of Metal

July - Babes in the Abyss by Sleep of Monsters

August - Discipline by Nine Inch Nails

September - Slaughter Beach by Clutch

October - Vivid by SikTh

November - The Forest Dark by Green Druid

December - New Millennium Cyanide Christ by Meshuggah

[oautincorrectquotes]

Ruby: I dare Emma to prank call her mom.

Emma taking her phone out: Pftt thats it? Siri call mom.

Siri: *Calling 'Mommy'*

Emma: no no no no

*Regina's phone rings*

Ruby:

[oldschoolfrp]

Into the Abyss -- in Zrintor, the Viper Forest, within Graz'zt's realm of Azzagrat (Tony DiTerlizzi, from AD&D 2e Planescape Campaign Expansion Planes of Chaos: The Travelogue, TSR, 1994)

[know-fear]

Resident Evil: Deadly Silence (2006)

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: The mansion is a place of misery from the foundation up. Plants grow directly from the walls, trees up from the floorboards, the outside trying desperately to swallow the evil thing whole.

[francixoxoxo]

Have the most devious idea for a coryo series that lets me work around all the moral implications and the disgust for him…… hear me out hear me out you are covey and Lucy gray already left but she begged you to stay behind, she simply had a feeling in her gut that Coriolanus would come after her, one way or another. And you’re sincerely doubtful, but you love her like she’s your own blood, you agree to wait for a month before meeting the rest of the covey and Lucy Gray up north. Turns out, the Coriolanus, the one Lucy Gray hasn’t shut up about, the one you’ve been separated from your family for, the one that inadvertently is making you feel like chopped liver, actually shows. ‘Course he’s doubtful, he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t know if you’re really covey. You’re doubtful, you don’t know him besides the fact he’s capitol. That’s enough to despise him.

But Lucy Gray loved him, so you figure that’s enough. You find a means to convince him to follow you north to her, assuring him you’ll be his escort through the thick woods, his beloved Lucy Gray left a map with their route outlined. You travel with him, cook meat over campfires with him, fish with him, trade stories with him, appreciate the views with him, laugh at the first snow with him. Oh, how guilty you feel for falling for someone so obviously Lucy Gray’s. Someone so devoted to her that he’d follow a stranger to find her.

And how awful Coryo feels, falling in love with someone so similar to Lucy Gray, falling in love with someone so close to her. He feels like scum every moment he catches himself admiring you, smiling faintly at the mud caking your dress, azure eyes tracing every line of your face. You’re nothing like Lucy Gray, he finds. You aren’t a performer, you have no act, you have no farse. You are raw, perhaps sometimes rough and crude in your honesty, but that makes your kindness all the more genuine. He hates himself for finding that his affections for Lucy Gray are waning, waning in the face of every minute spent under the pine with you. What does he really know about Lucy Gray? Really? Not much. He was infatuated, he won’t deny, but was that love?

No matter how heavy the guilt sogs your heart, you find yourself dreaming that all the problems might be solved before you reach the North. Coriolanus might fall out of love. He’d see that he didn’t know a damn thing about your dear Lucy Gray. Maybe she’d realize that she knew nothing about him. None of it will go away in an instant, that history. So it’s all you can do, to wake in the morning and resist brushing fingers over his rosy cheeks, pushing a hand through his grown-out buzzcut— you instead jog him awake by the shoulder and remind him that it’s time to get hiking again.

[they-call-me-youngermoney]

yo i found these four freaks outside my house, what cat food brands do u guys recommend

[ultimateanna]

Resident Evil 1996 - S.T.A.R.S.

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

08

by Reza Afshar

[heybiji]

Roshan walks with the two Potts, gazing around at the fields and forests painted in warm colors by the setting sun. He remarks, "It is a lovely view from here."

Gazing outward, past the broken walls he had put up 20 years ago, Arthund nods and says, "Forgot. Forgot how... how pretty it all is."

I recently finished running an original oneshot for some friends, The Reaching Woods. It was a story about a little village surrounded by a big wall and the nearby forest's sudden overgrowth threatening to crush it all. It was also a story about blame and guilt.

Arthund Potts, when we met him, could barely speak at all. Too many years spent drinking and weeping. If he was even conscious he was all grunts and sloppy gestures. The scene above was at the end of the oneshot (okay, eighteenshot), once the party returned from the dark, evil woods.

[northernyogurt]

re1 and 0 version

[oautincorrectquotes]

Emma: It's so cute when Regina.

David:

David:

David: When Regina...?

Emma: Yeah.

[permanentbottombunk]

Love playing lore heavy games that let you ignore the lore to stab people and build a house or make friends

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[thehammyyammy]

obsessed with how Russell T. Davies' episodes this season have gone so quickly from "run about with space babies! the beatles return the world's music" to "ruby assassinates the prime minister. mass murder in racism city"

[llamagoddessofficial]

Evil mc…but prison au? 👀

The cell block is her dance hall, and all the boys want to tango. Since she's a villain I'm assuming she's a fellow inmate.

Sans: Her eyes and ears in the prison... her unassuming spy who learns everyone's business and funnels it straight to her. Evil Mc being Evil Mc, she's probably found a way to place herself in the lower-risk prison block- perhaps convincing the prison board that she's at risk of being attacked if she's in the main cells. Perhaps Sans did the manipulation for her to get her more freedoms. Either way, she and her right hand man get a lot of quality time together.

... Sans likes having someone who knows the truth about how fucked up he is from the very beginning. She saw through him from the start. He doesn't have to pretend to be goofy, harmless, he doesn't have to wear a smiling mask; she knows exactly how dangerous he is and she likes it. It feels good to be alone together... to have someone with which he can completely drop the act.

Red: They still have that on-and-off highly flirtatious relationship that they have in the regular villain AU. He's just as devoted as before, he can't get enough of her, and she can't get enough of him either- he likes the danger. She likes his claws.

... Rather than being her ogeneral, he's more of a... bodyguard/supplier/willing boytoy. He keeps her safe if she ever ends up in the main prison population, he twists the guards' arms into doing what she wants, and he constantly delivers her a stream of any banned goods she needs (no questions asked). She respects the chokehold he has on the prison population and doesn't try to disrupt his command like another villain might- ironically, it means he now wants to give it to her willingly. It puts her in a position of massive power.

In a way, it does actually mirror the general and his superior. The army just happens to be the population of the prison.

Skull: Skull is less like her personal guard, and more like a personal bomb.

The fits of rage Skull enters when separated from Mc are something to behold. The prison, reluctantly, allow Skull and Mc a lot of time together- anything to get him to stop killing. Though he's muzzled and bound he still follows her everywhere like a lost dog, ready to take off the fingers of anyone who gets close; she happily feeds his obsessive connection to her, she's very doting and loving with him. The constant stream of attention actually leaves him in a stable enough state of mind to hold slow conversations, and forge alliances with the other two skeletons- it's easy to find common ground over their shared desire to be with her and keep her safe.

It's not dramatic to say he'd do anything for her. The moment she asks him to, he'd kill anyone, he'd break anything, he'd lay down mid-rampage, he'd start a riot. Anything she asks. Many 'incidents' of death or dismemberment chalked up to Skull just being insane were actually direct commands from Mc... though 'command' is a pretty harsh way of putting it.

All she did was ask softly, and kiss his cheekbone. That's all he needed.