#me: UNHOLY SCREECHING

[wantonlywindswept]

DISHONORED 3?????

[alabyte]

So... Just theoretically.

Now we saw Crosshair and Omega escape, and in the trailer we saw Crosshair along with Hunter and Wrecker. I'm still convinced it was him. Apparently, the Empire has captured Omega again. And apparently Crosshair still doesn't know they lost Tech.

And if this is actually the case, just one phrase from him during the reunion would be enough for me to die immediately.

– Where is Tech?

That's it. I hear it and I'm deceased right away my heart won't be able to handle that.

[hanakihan]

I did say I’ll sketch jinchul in Empyrea’s aesthetic so here we are (albeit no tablet at hand so awful sketch on phone it is)

my hand hurts but just you know Empyrea has beautiful back window

[little-blurry-stars5]

mood rn

[darkestrellar]

what kind of tragedy are you?

SELF-INFLICTED

you were given the choice to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it. not intentionally, oh no, you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging. but with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. every decision doomed you more. had it been anyone else, they would have made it. but you? you are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.

Tagged by @jocundcompany, ty!!!

[chanrizard]

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🎞️2023 COMING SOON

[fluffypotatey]

there are two wolves inside me

the gremlin: a kiss could save them :D the brain: a kiss would make them worse! the gremlin: the gremlin: a kiss would save me

[angeltism]

platonic pining feels so damn weird

[zeestarfishalien]

There's always an inherent risk when I flash my highbeams at someone whose lights are hurting my eyes, that they do not, in fact, have their highbeams on and decide to flash theirs at me to show me. This, of course, results in 50% chance of headache and 100% chance of my night vision being wrecked for the next several minutes (aka I'm driving nearly blind).

TDLR; If people semi-regularly flash their highbeams at you when you don't have yours on, your headlights are too bright. (Plz try to find something that's not LED)

[justkeepwalkingnothinghere]

9. Days.

We are nine days from Watching and Dreaming. In 2 days, we will be exactly one week away.

Excuse me for one second. -goes to the corner-

[silencedrage]

why do you hurt ?

you swallow pain & fold around it

you have always hurt. you hold it carefully, and twisted in such a way that other people don't have to see it. you don't choke on it. you don't drown. you just have it, the way some people have freckles, this is a thing that lives in your bones. you fold instead of fighting because you know how to make yourself small, tuck away the places where they have clawed at, swallow the bruises so you seem clean. nobody needs to see it. you will live through this on your own. you know what you need, and relief isn't it. this doesn't mean you cannot reach out - it means it is not in your nature to do so. you should. hiding does not mean you won't be seen.

Tagged by: i stole it from my other blog Tagging: y'all

[sudsybubbles]

EVERYONE SHUT UP MY BIRTHDAY IS APRIL FOOLS DAY AND MY NAME MEANS WISDOM AND MY PARENTS DID ALL THIS ON

ACCIDENT.

[hanakihan]

Little EdSali AU brainrot

So anyway modern AU where Edmond is a really wealthy and successful CEO of French trading company. Jalter is his niece that also works as his personal secretary (or more accurately looking after her dumbass uncle and making sure idiot doesn’t die from forgetting to eat)

Edmond needs to spread his connections further in Europe and in need of that he goes along with one of his business partners to attend a music concert in Vienna where it’s rumored that Joseph II and his sister Marie Antoinette will attend, and it’s a win for Dantes since both of them are big names in trading and fashion industries, with Joseph high key being main trader in Austria’s inner market while Marie leads one of the main fashion houses in not only French but also Europe and gaining such connections will be really good.

So he does end up attending concert while having zero interest in music and not understanding the art of it. Joseph and Marie aren’t seen here, which disappointed Dantes, but leaving would be rude and damaging for reputation so he needs to sit through concert.

That’s when he sees leading conductor Antonio Salieri for the first time. Dantes is captivated by instant change in man’s eyes, from soft glowing rubies to hard burning hellish fire the moment man gives himself to music. Dantes’ sits through concert, and his business partner informs him that Salieri - is Joseph’s adopted little brother, so it is concrete that said man will show up at least one point at evening to greet his younger brother.

Dantes’ plan was to stick relatively close to Salieri so he won’t miss Joseph’s arrival, but the moment applauds die, Salieri quickly leaves to backstage and doesn’t appear among guests later on, refusing socializing. Edmond wanders in less crowded areas to find a place for smoke and stumbles upon balcony, ready to lit his cigarette only to hear a barely hoarse whisper asking him not to. Here in corner Dantes finds salieri on sofa but man is clearly not okay, judging by his even more unhealthy paleness and furrowed brows. Turns out Salieri has an episode of difficulty breathing, inhales and exhales coming in short whistling noises. Dantes stays with him until he catches his breath, and that’s how Joseph finds them.

Joseph thanks Dantes for looking after his precious little brother and thus Dantes accomplishes his main goal of coming here and connecting with Joseph. After that days later he receives a gratitude letter from Joseph with a vip ticket to Salieri’s concert and proportion for business talks after it at dinner.

Everything goes smoothly for Dantes and he also decides to have nice enough relationship with Salieri since it’s clear Joseph instantly goes soft and compliant when it comes to Salieri or Marie, but Marie is a married lady and being close to her may spiral unneeded rumors.

So anyway Edmonds keeps sticking to his plan, spends time with Salieri (who actually likes Edmond’s company but also feels like he’s taking edmond’s time for useless talks) but then oh no, he legitimately ends up falling in love with Salieri. He starts to low key court him, even having a talk with Joseph, and that’s when Joseph tells Edmond to give up since Salieri long ago gave up on love after rejection that costed him everything.

Salieri is still passionate about music and teaching it, but once concerts or lessons end he tries to leave as quickly as possible because he’s not a good musician anyway (as he thinks) because everyone compares him to Mozart. Salieri was once Mozart’s best friend, but then misunderstanding occurred - Mozart misunderstood Salieri’s love as romantic, the one he can’t and won’t return, and thus rejects Salieri. In truth Salieri loved Mozart as a brother, but also was deeply in love with Mozart’s music. After rejection and growing distance between them, as well as society spreading rumors and ridiculing his love, he attempted to cut his throat but wasn’t successful. Now he has a nasty scar on his neck and episodes of suffocation and pains, as well as slightly changed voice with hoarseness, that also prevents him from singing like he used to because for him his own voice sounds horrible.

In the end Joseph isn’t against Edmond’s feelings towards his brother, but warns him to think it over once again, because Salieri’s heart won’t survive another rejection. Edmond mentions that his own heart may not survive another betrayal, so if anything he and Salieri are a perfect match.

Enter a whole ass story of romcom where a French trading CEO tries to court an Italian conductor while both of them deal with their trauma. Also Salieri misunderstood that Edmond is being friends with him so he can get close to Joseph (which is accurate) but he thinks that Edmond actually likes Joseph so he kinda supports and provides opportunities and having no idea it’s actually him Edmond interested in even when Edmond himself directly tells Salieri that he likes him, and Salieri happily replies he also likes Edmond instantly knows that Salieri misunderstood once again.

[flatstarcarcosa]

POV vader finds me in the vehicle bay of the fortress explaining land rover engines to one of the fucked up screaming frogs

[wispisstillverybored67]

All Star Apologies

"A body has been discovered!! Now then, after a certain amount of time has passed, the class trial will begin!"

______________________________________________________________

This search has been nothing but a waste of time.

So a bit of base for this. Out of all of us, 1 of us has apparently died. I refuse to say whom at the moment. And this asshole bear thing had recently announced a motive; there will be an obscene number of lire waiting towards any one of us that manages to kill, and escapes freely. Naturally, this created something of a schism between us among us in La Squandra di Esecuzione, the professional hitman team to the boss, the ones with the shitty payment from said boss, and La Unita Speciale per Boss, said boss’s personal guard. Nero has chosen to keep quiet about this fight, while Doppio explicitly said that he won’t take sides on this, with what the woman he loves on the other side as well. So us hitmen (and the little one) decided to go look for the body as someone disappeared. Because wherever he, whoever he is, did the crime shouldn't be that far, right? Who's he? Oh, no one in particular. But I am the only woman in this group, so everyone else is a man. Hehehe...

After about half a day of searching, we all just gave up. And by "we", I mean me, Melone, Illuso, Doppio, and perhaps Nero himself. Well, Nero says that he won't stop the search, and chided us for giving up, but a: his tone is just dripping with weariness, and b: he "excused himself" in the bathroom, and won't get out (I heard faint crying noises too so he's not helping his case). So our group is heading back to our rooms. Actually, I think the others should be heading soon enough, it's almost time to check in. 'Cuz if they don't in about an hour or so, they'll end up like a pincushion just like Carne. What was it called again...? Oh, I don't wanna know! At least being temporarily Stand-less has it's perks. I do NOT wanna clean up the Notorious goo mess.

"VoUlEz-VoUs CoUcHeR aVeC mOi," That's a French phrase. We got told that because we gave up quickly. Only France gives up easily. Do you think the boys know what that means? Hell no. Illuso is the LAST to know. "The hell's that supposed to mean...?!"

"Will you sleep with me," I remarked, annoyed.

"The fuck?! No!" He exclaimed, horridly.

"No, not like that. The phrase means 'will you sleep with me'," Why would I want to do you? Don't get any ideas. "Melone, don't even try,"

"Alright alright..."

Pass through the hallway, then take the door on the left. I guess the search would go on the next day. Now I told you this before, that two of us are missing from each group; the lovebird duo on our side, and the medic and his human pet on the other side. One of them may be dead, while the other is perhaps looking. I wonder where the place is being powered from.

And then.

It happened.

*fwush!* The power blew out. Uh, does my GBA need charging? Guess not.

"...Dammit," Whenever the power in the building goes out, Melone is almost always is the first to go. Do you seriously use that computer while you're walking? You do, don't you ya freak. "Okay, okay, now where's the fuse box?" Planning to turn it on again, I suppose? I guess I could tag along. The other two would follow with.

"On the other end of the hall with Izza's room," Wonder how'd Illuso find that out, poking around in the incinerator I guess? "Hey Paulla, do you have a flashlight?" someone asked sheepishly. It was Doppio. Of course it was.

Without saying anything, I turned on the little backlight in my GBA. That should suffice. Or maybe not, who knows. But with this, we took a detour to the boiler room. Who even flipped off the switch, anyhow? It can't be because someone's planning a murder... yet.

Let's see. Monopad ping the door, then file inside. Find where the box is... unless you get hit with something squirming at the legs.

This caused a bit of a ruckus among us 4, because we couldn't see what was there, and it was too dark to stray even WITH the GBA light. The fuse-box SHOULD be somewhere... right?

"Aceto, let go of me," I complained to the little guy, who currently had his arms and legs wrapped around my top half. He doesn't budge. Man, for a so-called "Ultimate Bodyguard", he sure is un-threatening now, isn't he? Look around, see what's there.

"...There it is!" Illuso was triumphant after all. It was wedged on-top of the incinerator chute itself. I would've thought it was on the other side of that and the boiler, but I guess not. And with a flick of Melone's wrist and switch, the lights turned back on. Chattering all the way in the dining room came all the way to here. Ah well, the stampede should awaken in... 30 minutes or less. So without further ado, let's turn off the GBA and go back to our rooms like intended. Until...

We saw it.

In broad daylight (not literally).

Gelato was bound up extremely tightly and gagged on the floor, but he's still alive. Blood stains all over the floor and walls, and whatever happened to him had his face absolutely stained with tears (still crying, I may add!). A piece of paper that read "PUNISHMENT" was taped to his forehead. Handwriting is unlike anything I've seen in the last 2 days. What the hell happened in here? Was he the one that kept bumping into our legs? Why didn't he try to make any noise indication that he WAS here? Ugh... it's getting really hot in here.

"The fuck?" "What the-?!" Half of us were more reactive than others.

"Why are you just sitting there, watching this?! GO HELP ME OUT HERE!!" Melone scolds me in a moment of wild uncharacteristic fear.

"I'd love to if he'd stop SQUIRMING!" I complained in the back. Melone can handle it on his own. ...Aren't I forgetting something?

"Hold on hold on," I think Illuso noticed it too. "If Gelato's over here, then what happened to Sorbet?" Motherfucker, you're right. Ugh. Those two NEVER leave each other's presence for too long, if I didn't know any better, I'd think they were just having sex in their room.

"We'll look for the other one later. Now come on! Help me get this off of him!" Yeah, that gag is done on WAY too tight. One wrong move earlier, and he'd already be dead through suffocation. "Aceto, go get Nero-chan," Stained blood has better iron generations in it, right? Oh wait, he doesn't have Metallica on hand. But I think that wouldn't matter, he's always got something sharp on hand. "You got it, Paulla!" At least he's eager. "Let me see what's up here..."

Whatever happened to him, he's rendered to a shell of fear and nerves, a far cry to his usual self. You know, I'd expect this to be slightly more from the other one, not him. I took off the taped note, revealing a moderate gnash on his forehead, most likely from hitting one of us, or the wall. I wonder who should go look for Sorbet, with us handling the other one. Does he even know that he's here? I don't think so. Why is he not looking for him? Can he look for him? Is he still alive, even?

"Okay, howzabout we go look for the other one, y'all? Does that sound good?" I don't know how to comfort people. Much less people in this position. Still, as I picked him up, at least his cries were softened a bit. Listen, just WHAT do you want me to do?

"Uh... you guys?" Hearing Doppio's sheepish voice again can't be good. From afar is even worse.

"Aceto..." We all (surprisingly) began. The other two had corrected themselves, since only I call him that. "Uh, Vinegar..."

"What happened to Nero?" Not even I could've torn off his gag.

"No, not that, just..." He looked back to where the others were, as if he was remembering that something came up. "Come over here really quickly! You guys have to see this!" He shouted, then ran back to the others.

We all gave each other a glance, feeling dread settle upon us. Maybe they found the other three... I sighed, then we all went over to where he told us to go. The gym gates open to reveal...

Sorbet's spliced up corpse.

The Ultimate Opera Singer has been killed.

Sectioned into 39 pieces, and dipped in formaldehyde for preservation, his face is permanently twisted into a gape of pure agony and despair. I would've showed this to little Gelato, but he's already unconscious, as I had checked. Or is he? Eh.

*ding ding dong dang* What the?! The loudspeaker came on... Don't tell me it's-

"A body has been discovered!! Now then, after a certain amount of time has passed, the class trial will begin!" *Fwush* An announcement came on from the big screen in the gym room. It was that jackass bear. How come he didn't announce it before, when the group had most likely found it? Probably just to rub it in our faces...

We all faced the artistic corpse again, all in various faces of either horror, disgust, or fear. Even those among La Unita aren't hiding their shock. Well, most of us, at any rate. I, who can't feel anything at this time, and the now found duo for the special unit, Dolcio and Secco. I'd expect that those two aren't very worried either. As a surgeon, you'd have to expect the worst in damages. And I'm assuming that human pets simply don't GAF. Of course, one COULD use it for... discerning evidence.

Illuso is the first to leave, quickly dashing towards the nearest trash can to gag in. Doppio and Pesci refuse to look at this, clearly too terrified at this to continue looking. It's strange. I can sense everyone's despair, but none of us have our Stands, and that was a plus from Smooth Criminal, so what gives? None of us say anything the whole time, I just fake being horrified to suit the others. Hardened assassins, running about like children stumbling upon 2 month old leftovers in or out of the fridge. Look at us... who'd have ever thought? At least Nero is out of the bathroom now, so we can get Gelato un-bound-and-gagged with. Oh! I see a lighter on the stage! That makes this even better! And since he's unconscious... that makes it easier for us to do so without interruptions. Just gotta make sure the smoke doesn't hit him. Once he's freed, we can squeeze an answer out of him.

We had to go to sleep soon enough, so Nero and the others grabbed up the pieces of Sorbet, and moved it to the stage. Investigate later, that sounds better. When the guys went to leave once they were finished, I went to grab the lighter over there. Make sure to tilt his head back so he doesn't inhale the smoke. Doppio is the only one to linger. I motion for him to go help me out here, so he held up the body carefully on top of the stage so I wouldn't have to bend down.

*click!* Steady now... Don't move much. Watch the flame. I'm so glad Gelato doesn't have messy hair! Halfway done. Hmm...

"Aceto,"

"Yeah, Paulla?"

"Do you know what's going on here? Does the boss, like... know that we're stuck here?" On the hitmen's end, we were just chatting in the hideout, but when I went to go get a drink, the others fell unconscious. I soon joined their fate once I got back to the other guys. We all woke up in here alongside the unit.

"I've tried calling him, no go. I wonder what happened to him?" Worried about him? Well, I guess that is rather like you...

"What I want is for this to wrap up quickly. Destroy the bear thing, or wait until someone tries to get us," ! He's waking up! Almost done, you hear? The weight radiating from him in the boiler room is coming back!

"GUYS! HE'S AWAKE!! GELATO'S ALIVE!" I tried to call out for the guys. "NERO?! TIANZO?! HELLOOOOOO!!" Tianzo? Tiziano? Whatever. He's the only one not named Aceto that I talk to in the unit. Doppio himself went to go fetch the guys for the discovery. I had to go carry him again carefully so the others could see. But what happened next is a different story.

What did he see then? You'll figure it out. What we saw then, however, were fireworks.

A screech hits the room, loud, discordant, despairing. A violent and horrified yell, at the sight of something that caught his eye in the stage. The stage where we kept his husband, or rather, the corpse of his husband.

"AREEEEEEEEAIIIIIIIIHHHHHH!!!"

Oh, this is gonna be a long, long day. And now my head hurts...

[ozzgin]

Content: gender neutral reader, horde of monsters, mildly NSFW

You're running away from a pack of monsters and wondering how on Earth you ended up in this nightmarish scenario. Your feet are numb, your chest is burning, but you want to live another day.

The monsters are out of control, trampling over anything that stands in the way of their pursuit, ramming into each other, and trying to take each other down. This doesn't look like an organized hunt. Your ears ring from the chaotic noise following right behind you: the clash of horns, the slap of tails, the unholy screeches and growls sending cold shivers down your spine.

Suddenly, a realization strikes you. Some of the creatures seem to slow down when they're just about to be within reach, almost as if they're matching their pace to yours. Are they mocking you? Letting the pathetic human exhaust itself before the grand meal? No, their aggression is genuine. They're out for blood, except it's not yours.

They're competing for their right to breed with you.

This is their mating ritual. You've unknowingly guided a group of horny suitors with the promise of a partner. Naturally, only one of them can finish the race. You glance behind and spot the gargantuan beast that has been dutifully tracing you, as the others keep a fearful distance.

On the bright side, it seems killing you was never their intention. Though now you're dealing with other pressing matters. The moment you slow down, you've accepted your fate.

The group becomes smaller, and your muscles begin to ache. You could really use some rest. Chest heaving up and down, you collapse to your knees, trying to catch your breath, wiping the sticky sweat from your tired face.

The monstrous menagerie comes to an abrupt halt.

Very well then. You extend your arms as if you're about to be cuffed. "Take me away, officer", you manage to blurt out between huffs. A little humor can't hurt. Not as much as whatever is about to anchor itself into you, anyways.

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