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failyaoi Ā· 4 months ago
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JUST KILL ME VRO
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solidwater05 Ā· 3 months ago
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[ID: A YouTube comment by SmallishBeans that says "Copying my titles now are we gem, sounds kind of obsessive..."
A reply by GeminiTayMC says "Why are you here within 5 minutes of me posting Joel??? Obsessed much." /End ID]
YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM
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annqer Ā· 8 months ago
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mechanized heart never misses a beat.
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doctorsiren Ā· 2 months ago
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Thinking about how (a humanoid) Bill would see Ford be older after those 30 years (because thatā€™s how people work), and so to try and appeal to him again, he makes himself look older too (I mean, heā€™s WAYYYY older than Ford actually, but I just mean visually)
But then after heā€™s killed and sent to the Theraprism, he goes back to his original twink look, and I say this because I already did a drawing of my humanoid Bill in prison and I like how that design worked with his pathetic traumatized orange jumpsuit look more than I think I would like it with an older looking version šŸ˜ plus uhh I donā€™t wanna deem that drawing ā€œnot canonā€ to my brain so yeah
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imaginariumwanderer Ā· 24 days ago
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Her treasures
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bootyliquor9000 Ā· 1 month ago
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I NEED YOU ALL TO LOOK AT THIS CLIP FROM THE NEW DANDADAN EP
HE CATCHES HER
THIS IS ANIME EXCLUSIVE
HERE'S THE SAME EXACT SCENE FROM THE MANGA:
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queruloustea Ā· 3 months ago
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still practicing humans so that i can become Acceptable at them - have a quick odile and peeled siffrin
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livpoid Ā· 6 months ago
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obsessed with this human surge i drew in this paswg-type of art style
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marsmarbles Ā· 2 months ago
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I love Ninjago Dragons Rising I love Geo I love I love
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alilarxy Ā· 1 year ago
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Stephanie has got a gun, tra-la-la-la how fun šŸŽ¶
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xxfluffypuff Ā· 8 months ago
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OUGH.. THE BRAINROT...
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hinamie Ā· 6 months ago
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<3
jjk atla!au with @philosophiums
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ceruark Ā· 2 months ago
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DANCE WITH THE DEVIL.
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synopsis: yan! hsr men as slasher movie killersā€¦ and ā€œlove interests.ā€ [blade, boothill, aventurine, sunday] words: 3.1k cw: yandere themes: obsession, stalking. slasher elements, gore. a/n: happy friday the 13th to all who celebrate
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BLADE is already pretty much like Michael Myers from Halloween: large man, terrifying presence, unfathomable kill count, and cannot die. No matter what you do, no matter how many times you or the other survivors find a way to kill him, he keeps coming back, and with renewed vengeance every time.
The first time youā€™d been subjected to his knife was at a summer camp. Having gone there every summer for years growing up, you grew attached to the place and decided to pick up a role as a counselor in the summers following your high school graduation, and they passed peacefully. However, in the few months leading up to your college graduation, misfortune befell the small town where the camp was located. Someoneā€™s grave had been dug up, and just weeks after that, people started turning up dead, their bodies littered with so many stab wounds that some were unrecognizable.
Given the ongoing investigation, the counselors and other camp staff requested that the summer camp not reopen, but the owners and even some parents insisted they stay open, and so despite your better judgment, you returned. You needed the money, and you knew how to defend yourselfā€” if anything happened, you could keep yourself and your kids safe.
At least, thatā€™s what you believed. When the man appears in the doorway of your cabin, his stocky figure silhouetted by the moonlight and leaving two red eyes gleaming down at you, you know thereā€™s not a chance in hell youā€™re making it out of there alive.
Youā€™d thrown yourself at him, yelling for your kids to escape through the back. Heā€™s been merciless, sinking his knife into your flesh over and over again, but you persevered and fought back until you were sure every single one of your kids had made it a good distance away from the cabin. At some point youā€™d collapsed, from exhaustion and blood loss.
The doctors said it was a miracle you survived. They had your house guarded since he hadnā€™t been detained, but once word of his death by police gunfire got around, things calmed down significantly. You relaxed over the years, letting your guard down and believing that things could return to normal. Serial killings all over the nation popped up, but you worried notā€”after all, the killer you were concerned with was dead.
One of the survivors reached out to you five years after that fateful night, wishing to get together with the others who lived to get drinks and properly move on from everything. It was, of course, a set up; Blade had returned, and the man who invited you believed heā€™d be spared if he got the rest of the survivors together in one place.
Heā€™d been the first one murdered that night.Ā 
Once again, you narrowly dodged death, just barely managing to get yourself to a hospital before you received one stab wound too many. Time goes on, and no matter how many times they put a bullet through his head, he manages to come back. The list of survivors has grown, but the list of victims is now countless.
Youā€™re in your thirties when the police reach out to the adult survivors. Thereā€™s a new survivor: a five year-old girl by the name of Yunli. Her parents had been ruthlessly slaughtered, but he hadnā€™t touched even a single hair on the young girlā€™s hair. She didnā€™t have any living family, and so, you agreed to take her in.Ā 
Life is easier with Yunli in it. A bright, spunky little thing, she brings joy to your days and some semblance of a family that youā€™ve been too scared to seek out. Itā€™s nice to have the sound of laughter filling your home.
That same laughter has you smiling tonight, the girlā€™s giggling floating down the hallway and into the kitchen, where youā€™re washing dishes. A quick glance at the microwaveā€™s clock tells you itā€™s close to her bedtime, and sheā€™s far more energetic than she typically would be at this time. You wipe your hands off on a dish towel and walk down the hall toward her room, wishing to find out whatā€™s working her up at this hour and wanting to tell her to wind down before bed.
You knock lightly before turning the knob. You get the door open a crack before the sight on the other side of it leaves you frozen, horrified.
Heā€™s in Yunliā€™s room, kneeling before her as she shows him the many dolls youā€™ve bought her. His knife is on the floor beside him, and the eyes that have haunted your dreams for years pierce into you, pinning you where you stand.
The girl seemsā€¦ happier with you, than she had been with her parents. Perhaps heā€™ll have to be kinder to you this time.
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BOOTHILL gives me Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes in terms of how he kills and the brutality of it all, but not personality-wise. No, I actually think heā€™d be quite personable with that southern charm of hisā€” so of course, no one would ever expect him to do anything unspeakable.
You and your friends are on a road trip when the car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Thereā€™s nothing but fields of crops as far as the eye can see, and the only sign of civilization is a barn, some stables, and a few coops with two houses near them about a mile away from where youā€™re standing.
You all make the trek, hoping to be able to get some help from the people living there. Worst case scenario, if itā€™s all been abandoned, you can squat there and look for tools to help you fix the car. But to your surprise, when you knock, a kind-looking man with wild white and black hair opens the door, and after hearing about your situation, is more than happy to be of assistance.
He tows the car onto his property and takes a look at it, determining that the entire engine needs to be replaced. Given his distance from the nearest auto shop, he says heā€™ll leave for town Sunday afternoon and get the part on Monday morning. Itā€™s going to be an all-day trip, so he likely wonā€™t be back until early Tuesday morning.
Youā€™ve got a couple days to get to know him, in the meantime. Your friends absolutely adore him, pointing out how good of a guy he is, some even pointing out how attractive he is. You scoff one night as heā€™s making dinner away from where youā€™re all sitting, as one of your friends starts a bet on if any of you will be able to sleep with him before all of this is over.
Sunday afternoon comes all too soon, though, and none of you get very far with him before heā€™s heading off in his truck toward the nearest town. Youā€™re a bit shocked that he would so willingly leave a group of strangers in his house unattended, but you chalk it up to his kindness that seems to be boundless.
You should have been far more concerned.
Youā€™re all woken up that night by the sound of a chainsaw revving, shortly followed by one of your friendā€™s horrible shrieking. The room devolves into panic and chaos as you watch her get torn to shreds by the very man who invited you into his home, now donning a mask of what you hope is animal skin.
You all flee in different directions, but he knows the property better than you do, and sure enough, your friends are picked off one by one until youā€™re the last one standing. You narrowly dodge some of the traps heā€™s set up and take refuge in the stables, struggling to keep yourself together as you hear your friendā€™s cries in the distance.Ā 
While looking for something to defend yourself with, you find a box hidden in a pile of hay. Itā€™s locked, but you force it open, dumping its contents on the floor. A pistol, a few handwritten letters, and pictures of a woman and a young girl. You place the pistol beside you before your curiosity takes over, causing you to slowly go through and study the pictures.
In your distracted state, you failed to notice that heā€™d gotten into the stables. You jump to your feet when the chainsaw revs just a few feet in front of you. You turn off the safety and raise the gun, your hand steady and your shot clear.
Heā€™s lost so much in his life, and itā€™s driven him to madness. And you, you remind him of somethingā€” someone precious who he lost to illness, to the cruelty of life.
He canā€™t lose you again. He wonā€™t allow you to leave.
And thatā€™s not something youā€™ll realize until heā€™s staring at you from the barrel of a gun you believe is loaded, laughing for a reason you canā€™t understand.
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AVENTURINE stepped right out of a Scream movie. Heā€™s a classic Ghostface-type killer, phone calls and everything. Heā€™s certainly got the charisma needed to make the intimidating phone calls, and I feel like he would enjoy stalking and toying around with his prey a bit before going in for the kill.Ā 
You could probably argue that heā€™s not the type to want to make things messy, but I feel like in this case, he would be using this as an outlet, meaning all his kills are brutal and gory. (Creative, at times, too. The police will give him that.) Thereā€™s just something so comforting about being covered in blood, the warm liquid almost serving as a warm embrace.
For him, there arenā€™t any better targets than his close friend group. He knows all their darkest secrets, and has no problem using his knowledge to torment them and easily back them into a corner, too panicked to see him coming until itā€™s too late. These people have always been fake, anyway, and he knows theyā€™ve always looked down on him. Can you really blame him for taking out the trash?
And then, of course, thereā€™s you. Youā€™re not a saint by any meansā€” no, youā€™ve got your fair share of skeletons in the closet, and each secret you divulge to him because of the trust you foolishly placed in him is sweeter than any death he could imagine giving you. Maybe thatā€™s what draws him to you so much; where everyone else wears a mask, thereā€™s something about you thatā€™s genuine, and itā€™s a side of you that youā€™ve entrusted to only him.
So when the killer finally shows up on your doorstep, heā€™s the one you turn to. As youā€™re on the phone with the killer, responding to his taunts in an attempt to figure out where exactly he is in your house, youā€™re texting Aventurine on the side and sending him what you believe is your last goodbye.Ā 
ā€œDo you want to be forgiven?ā€ The disguised voice on the other line croons into your ear. ā€œDo you think you should be?ā€
Youā€™ve just pressed send on your message when a hand seizes you by the back of the neck and throws you to the ground. The impact of hitting the hardwood floor distracts you from the sound of a phone buzzing nearby. You scramble backward, attempting to get to your feet as you do, but the masked man grabs onto your foot and sinks his knife into your calf, ripping a pained screech from your throat.
He drags you back toward him before settling on top of you, his legs straddling your waist rather suggestively. He sinks his blade into you and drags it across your skin slowly, the scorching pain leaving you writhing and crying out in pain.
He flees once he hears sirens in the distance. The police find you on the floor of your living room with four stab wounds and multiple cuts. Aventurine shows up not long after them, disheveled and worried and flashing the police the text you sent him. They allow him to ride in the ambulance with you, admiring his intent to endanger himself if it meant saving you.
Youā€™re so frazzled that you donā€™t even notice he showed up at your house way sooner than he shouldā€™ve, as though he was already nearby. You just blindly turn to him for comfort, clutching onto him for dear life. Itā€™s cute.
He runs his hands through your hair soothingly, shushing you and gently rubbing your back as you sob into his shoulder. You shouldnā€™t worry so much, dear. Heā€™s here now, and heā€™ll make sure no one else lays a finger on you ever again.
You donā€™t realize your grave mistake until youā€™re standing in Jadeā€™s basement, her brutalized body at your feet and a metal pipe in your hands. You can defend yourself all you like, but itā€™s far too easy for the masked killer to evade your swings and land his blade in your shoulder, your stomach, your thigh. All places that wonā€™t kill you, of course.
When you finally collapse to your knees, sobbing hysterically and succumbing to your fate, the killer unexpectedly drops to his knees beside you. He wraps his arms around you and presses his chest to your back, trapping you in his hold. You shudder as he runs his blade along your face and neck, smearing your own blood across your soft skin.
ā€œItā€™s okay,ā€ he coos, and the familiar voice makes you freeze. ā€œIā€™m here. Iā€™ve got you.ā€
The mocking laughter that follows makes your heart drop, and the rest of your hope vanishes.
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SUNDAY is definitely involved in some Children of the Corn type of shit. Some supernatural slasher stuff where thereā€™s a cult behind everything, and heā€™s at the head of it all.
Ena is not a kind god. Countless generations of Oaks have tried various methods of worship and offerings, but none work quite as well as the human sacrifice. This is something Mr. Wood had taught him from a very young age, explaining to Sunday their history as he methodically cut up whichever poor soul had wandered into their humble, hidden town that week.
As head of the Family, heā€™s exemplary. No one has ever wielded a blade quite like he has, his hand always steady and unflinching. His blessed hands bring prosperity to the land that has never been seen before, Enaā€™s favor raining down on him and his people. He is as revered as their god at this point, and there is nothing his people would not do for him.
The road trip you make every year to your parentā€™s house for Thanksgiving was a long one, and a sudden downpour along the way has you rolling to a stop in the nearest town. You plan to just take shelter at a restaurant and grab a bite to eat while youā€™re there, then fill up on gas and be on your merry way once everything clears up.Ā 
Everyone is so kind, though. The locals in the restaurant make conversation with you, asking about your life and cooing at you once you explain that youā€™re on your way to visit your family. You spend most of your time talking to the people at the table next to you, a man and his sister, and you get so lost in conversation that you havenā€™t even realized night has fallen. You pay your bill and are ready to head out when the man stops you.
ā€œYou should stay the night at one of the inns,ā€ he advises, a delicate hand placed on your shoulder. ā€œThere are still storm clouds, and it could start pouring again at any moment. It would be unfortunate to have to travel through that, especially at night.ā€
You check the forecast, and to your dismay, heā€™s right. With his help, you check into a hotel across the street, and you thank him for his assistance before you turn in for the night.
Your peaceful sleep is soon disrupted by a rag being held over your mouth and nose, startling you awake. At this point, youā€™ve already breathed in the chloroform, and you barely have time to register the formless figures around your bed dressed in shades of white and navy blue before you pass out.
You wake up in an underground cellar, stone walls encasing you in cold nothingness. There are four other people in the room with you, also bound and gagged and staring back at you with wide-eyed terror. There are screams of pain echoing down the stairs from somewhere above you all, the sound of synchronized chanting doing little to mask it.
Itā€™s not difficult to guess what fate awaits you.
Young children dressed in extremely formal clothing bring you all food and water. Theyā€™re sweet to you all, terribly so. Youā€™re not sure how long youā€™re down there, but the time you have left is counted down with each person that is taken out of the room. There are new people brought into the cellar, but once the original four you were with are gone, you know your time has come.
The next time the shapeless people in robes descend the steps, they reach for you. Youā€™re injected with some kind of sedative before you even have the chance to lash out at them, and the blindfold they place over your eyes seems pointless, since you black out, anyways.
When you wake, your arms and legs are bound to some kind of marble slab that youā€™ve been laid on. Youā€™ve been stripped, and your skin is covered in some kind of oil. Itā€™s cold, and the vulnerability of being exposed just makes your situation all the worse.
Your breath hitches and your pitiful, muffled cries for help stop when you feel something sharp prick your skin. Sunday lightly applies pressure to the knife in his hand, carving beautiful patterns along the surface of your skin. With his free hand, he traces a gloved finger over the beads of blood the blade leaves behind, his touch so devout itā€™s downright sinful. The sight of you brings him pause, the knife stopping all too suddenly.
It is the first time he has hesitated during a ritual.
Perhapsā€¦ youā€™re not meant to be sacrificed. No, surely something as divine as you is meant for much more than that. Perhaps Ena has lured you here just for him, a reward for his unwavering faith, steady leadership, and all he has done for their people.
ā€œAs the highest among us,ā€ Mr. Wood had said the day he named Sunday the new head of the Family, ā€œyou have first pick at reaping Enaā€™s blessings.ā€
Ena is not a kind god. But perhaps, just this once, they would allow him to be selfish.
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awzominator Ā· 26 days ago
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@stephcassweek day two: Alternate Universe
knight AU!!!!! Lets gooooo i love me some knights and high fantasy aus!! They protect the kingdom of Gotham while canoodling on their down time
ref image undercut!
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fraternum-momentum Ā· 7 months ago
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HADES II TECHNICAL TEST DAY TODAY THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL
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timethehobo Ā· 5 days ago
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The visual of Emmy being absolutely devastated and heartbroken during the period Rook went missing kept coming up. šŸ˜”
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