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raspberrysmoon · 6 days ago
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God as my witness - Out of the Depths of Hell - chapter one
content and trigger warnings- blood/gore, death, involuntary manslaughter, first degree murder, swearing (of course)
The plan would be simple. They get in, he.. pisses himself, supposably, and they get out. And he leaves them alone until graduation. That was the plan. that would stay the plan.
Grace grins at them as she explains herself. She points around the whiteboard in her room as she talks, carefully detailing exactly how the night would go.
- She unlocks the Waylon Hall. Her dad is the realtor, he has the keys.
- They get inside. Richie will set up two stationary camera angles, one facing the door, one facing where Ruth will be as the skeleton, if that has to happen. Richie will film the entire process.
- Ruth and Pete will change into their respective costumes. Grace and Steph will find where they need to sit to be hidden from Max the whole time.
- Richie finds the angle he needs to film Max as he moves through the room.
- Max arrives. Richie films.
- They let Max call for Steph. He calls for almost thirty seconds before Pete jumps out to scare him.
- He gets scared. If he doesn’t, send Ruth.
- Prosper.
Steph doesn’t think it’ll work, if she’s honest. There are too many variables, not enough for-sures. She texts Max anyway, and shows up at The Waylon Place exactly when she’s supposed to.
Grace unlocks the Waylon Hall. If everything goes to plan, her dad will never even notice they had stepped foot on the property.
It’s dark- Steph figured that much- and it’s wet. It hadn’t rained in days. She can’t pin point if it smells like mold or not. She figures it must, if she can’t tell. Pete winces as the floorboards creak. She finds herself having to stop herself from reaching for him, for Ruth and richie. grace seems to know exactly where to step to be quiet. she points at a weak board and tells them quietly to avoid it.
They get inside. Richie will set up two stationary camera angles, one facing the door, one facing where Ruth will be as the skeleton, if that has to happen. Richie will film the entire process.
Steph doesn’t know where Grace got the cameras she hands Richie. She figures she probably doesn’t want to ask. They seem to be good quality- they look similar to the ones her dad uses for interviews sometimes. They’re good cameras, and based on Richie’s squeal, he’s never held something so expensive. He's gentle with them as he and Ruth set up the tripods in dark corners. There are plenty of dark corners in the waylon hall. Both Ruth and Richies disappear as they work.
Richie turns on the third camera with a grin.
Ruth and Pete will change into their respective costumes. Grace and Steph will find where they need to sit to be hidden from Max the whole time.
Ruth is a skeleton- a shitty costume from spirit halloween that grace had bought that morning. Her mask fogs up and gets wet in nearly thirty seconds. Steph watches her quietly, carefully ignoring Pete stripping on the other side of the room. She doesn’t need to look at him. That'll make it all worse.
He’s a ghost. The costume is a combination of three or four different ones that were probably out of Grace’s basement. Stephs pretty sure she doesn’t want to ask about them. They don’t seem clean. Pete's hands shake, and they make eye contact. Richie is saying something, waving his hands wildly. Pete flushes, and snaps at his friend quietly. Richie's arms drop, seemingly defeated. Grace grabs her arm with a grin, pointing to their hiding spot. Steph nods, and Grace dashes back off.
Richie finds the angle he needs to film Max as he moves through the room.
Steph’s pretty sure Richies had the angle since they got there. He practices his movement, mapping out exactly where Pete will be, where Max should be, when, why- all to himself, just too quiet to understand. Pete watches him, fiddling with the strings on his costume. Ruth has herself shoved in a corner with her bag, headphones on high. Steph has to wonder if this will give any of them a heart attack. Then, she wonders if she cares.
She does.
Max arrives. Richie films.
Max gets to The Waylon Hall early. Pete is barely out of sight when he bursts through the door, calling for Steph. repeatedly. She wonders if there's anything in this place that him yelling could wake up. Anger. She figures it doesn’t matter.
Pete steps out. Max, to his credit, doesn’t freak. She remembers, once, that Max was scared of stuff like this. like, terrified. ..They were seven. It's fine. It'll be fine.
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Max yelps, and backs away, talking loudly. He says something to himself, stomps a beer can, and charges. Pete yelps, shutting his jaw and all but jumping off the stair he’s on into a small hole, knocking into a camera, much to Richie’s audible displeasure. Max grins, flexing as he crows about his supposed victory. He didn’t seem to notice richies groan or the camera falling. Steph bites her lip, glancing at Grace, who seems displeased.
Steph decides this is where the plan is beginning to go off the rails.
Ruth is sent out, visibly trembling, and despite Max’s initial, incredible strong fear, he doesn’t see to have any qualms with charging her, too. He shouts something about his dad and.. cucking, and grabs Ruth's shitty costume shirt. Grace grins suddenly, pulling her phone out to personally film the encounter.
Max doesn’t get to do much more than spit in the skele’ens face before Steph decides she needs to do something. Anything. She tears herself away from Grace, and calls to Max.
His first reaction, weirdly, is to throw Ruth to the side and grab Steph, wrapping his arm around her almost protectively. It reminds her for a second of how he used to. Before he was Max Jagerman. He's shaking.
“We gotta get outta here, Annie, it’s not safe. This place is hella haunted.”
Steph groans. “Its not real, stupid! That's not a ghost, it’s-” Pete steps out, and she almost falters. He looks different, with his glasses off. “It’s Peter Spankoffski.”
Max blinks down at her, then at Pete, then at Ruth, who’s maskless and standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Richie, who doesn’t seem to be filming anymore. Grace is standing a few feet away, fuming. Max perks up.
“Wait.. you nerds did this for me?” He sounds like his dad. Collectively, they nod slowly. Max grins. “Man, really? ..Huh. Maybe y’aren’t so nerdy.” Pete scratches at his neck. Max’s attention snaps to the movement, pointing at Pete excitedly. “The ghost! oh, you came out, dude, and my heart was like, pounding!” He smacks his chest for emphasis. Pete flinches, but manages a smile. Max’s grin grows. Steph wonders if his tail would be wagging, if he had one. He looks almost dopey.
Max whips around, grinning now at Ruth, who shuffles behind Richie anxiously. Max points at her, climbing up onto the stairs for emphasis as he speaks, “Dude, the skele’un?” Ruth winces, eyes wide and trained not on Max’s face, but his fists. “That? was really special. bravo, Fleming.” He bows, seemingly only half serious, leaning just so on the board of the stair he stands on.
And he falls. Richies camera hits the floor with a slightly metallic thunk as the stair boards snap and Max screams as he drops into what must be total darkness. He screams like he used to, when Steph and Kyle would team up on him in sports before he was twice their size. Like he used to, when Alice Woodward would tell them scary stories. Like he used to, when they were young.
And then, the screaming stops. And theres nothing. If steph didn’t know any better, she would’ve jumped down the hole after him. She wouldn’t have bothered with the stairs that Richie pulls her down.
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Max is.. not good, when they manage to get light in the basement. Grace warned them not to go down here that morning. Steph agrees. Richies phone flash is the first to illuminate Max. Or, what was Max.
There's a board snapped in half sticking out of his abdomen. It's the first, and for a second only thing she can see. The board, covered in blood and guts and dust and dirt and Max can’t recover from that, can he?
A stabbing is bad. her dad taught her that, when she was younger. Max stares at her, alarmed. Nobody’s moving. Stabbing is bad, but manageable. Impalement is bad, and not manageable. Impalement is rarely survivable, depending on the object. She watches her step as she moves towards him.
He doesn’t react to her voice, or her touch. He doesn’t react to Grace, or Pete or Ruth. Even Richie gets close, nothing. Steph has to wonder if he’s already dead, from shock or blood loss or something thats wrong with him. He's breathing, his heart is beating, but he doesn’t look alive.
He blinks. Grace huffs. “Steph.”
“Max,” she murmurs. “You’re okay, Max.”
“I'm.. gonna die, Steph.”
Steph flinches, forcing his gaze away from his injury. “You’re okay,” she repeats. “We’re going to get help. Pete's going to call an ambulance.” She says it more to point Pete where he should go. The shape of the boy doesn’t move in the corner of her eye. Max’s chest slows.
“Don’t,” he murmurs. “Don’t bother. ‘sa lotta money.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don't care how much money it costs, Max. We’re going to get you help.”
He doesn’t respond for a moment. Then, “‘kay. ‘m sorry.”
Keeping one hand on his cheek, Steph combs her hand through his hair. The gel in it is starting to lose its hold, and she breaks up any remaining chunks keeping his curls back. If he’s going to die, she’ll see him as Max first. “You’re gonna be okay,” she promises quietly. “We’re gonna keep you safe.”
Max closes his eyes for a moment. Had he not been wheezing, it would’ve made her panic.
Then, his eyes snap open, staring directly at Ruth across the room. She yelps quietly, moving to hide behind Richie, who hides behind Pete. Pete doesn’t move, eyes trained on Max's stomach.
“You.” Max's voice is loud and guttural, his eyes are bright. “You fucking nerds did this to me. You stupid, nerdy prudes.”
Steph blinks, pulling back in shock before she can even decide to. Max keeps speaking. “I’m going to die, and it’s your fault. Your fault, for bringing me here,” He seems to be using the last of his life to be mean. Violent. “Your fault, for trying to scare me. Your fault for killing me. It is your. Fault.”
He doesn’t say anything else. there's a small amount of blood on his lips, from his.. innards or from biting his cheek while he fell, she’s not sure. His letterman is soaked and torn, his shirt is nearly gone around the board in his chest. There's a tear running down his cheek, tinted pink. Stephs eyes can’t stay on his face very long.
She looks back down at his chest, gone still. He’s not breathing. Stephs not sure whether she should cry or scream or run. She doesn’t know what to do at all. She checks his pulse with a shaky hand, and finds nothing. She's not surprised.
Pete wraps a hand around hers, tugging her away from Max, away from Max’s body. From the body. She’s pulled far enough away that she can���t see him anymore. She stays to the side while Grace pulls bleach, an ax and tarp from a small hole in the floor.
She’s handed the ax, Grace smiles at her gently, and she’s directed to the body. There are already… pieces, spread out across the floor. The body’s head is gone, its arms are too. There's one leg left. Grace points her to it, and demonstrates how to bring the ax down hard enough to get the leg away.
She obeys. Grace's hands are on her shoulders as she brings the blade down, and finishes the job. She doesn’t know who did the head. She doesn’t want to.
She doesn’t want to know she even did this. She helps put the body in the hole, and ignores whatever Grace is saying. They’re all shaking. Grace seems to be ignoring the tears streaming down her cheeks on purpose.
They disperse quickly and quietly. Pete promises they’ll meet in the library in the morning.
Sleep doesn't come easy once she gets home. She debates calling Jason, or Stacy, but she decides that even speaking to them after what she’s just done.. she doesn’t think she could. She doesn’t call either of them. She wonders how devastated the four of them will be when they find out Max is.. gone.
She cries herself to sleep, if she sleeps at all.
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alienssstufff · 1 year ago
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q!carre time neow
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dozyrogue · 7 days ago
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Dude my mom is gonna make me SOB
So i put up our ofrenda and she looks at me an goes he's not family but u should add ur pig. I know u really cared for him.
SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT TECHNO IMM SOBBING IT WAS SO SWEET.
Anyway my technoblade plush is now on the ofrenda with carrots an a potato.
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idyllcy · 11 days ago
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sick sick sick and twisted!! - tim drake x reader
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"I'm dyinggggg." You groan, trying to lift yourself off the mattress as you fall back down with a thud, groaning as Tim hums.
"You're being dramatic. The road to recovery is only uphill from now on." He mumbles, pressing the spoon to your lips.
"Yeah, you can say that when I'm not coughing my lungs out and waking up in our shared bed at 2am because I knocked out only to wake up bc of my god-awful coughing." You mumble. "I don't like this."
"Been a while since you've been sick and not hungover."
"I'm killing myse—" You pause. "Becoming a trout."
"In Gotham waters?"
"Sure." You grumble, drinking the soup with a huff.
"At least they put you on antibiotics."
"Some days I wish you went into the medical field."
"Not happy with your CEO husband?"
"I'd be much happier with a doctor."
"You sure?"
"No. I'm plenty happy with you." You mumble. "I'll nurse you back to health if you get sick."
"With this spleen? Yeah, you will be."
"How romantic." You turn the other way to cough, falling into the mattress with a thud as you groan. "In sickness and health."
"Includes richer or poorer."
You smack him.
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little-pondhead · 10 months ago
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I have a simple fascination and joy in the thought that, for the Ghost King AU, most of the time Danny is literally so normal compared to other ghosts.
Like, he’s a kid. He looks like a kid. Going by canon appearances, he is the most human looking ghost we see (aside from Ellie). Even Plasmius is more inhuman, which is where all the vampire jokes come from. Every single one of this enemies is off even in a human disguise. They’re not human, and people don’t expect them to be.
So aside from the implications of Danny looking like a child ghost, I wonder what other characters would think if they summon the Ghost King, expecting this huge monstrosity worse than anything they’ve ever seen, and getting a totally normal human-looking kid.
I’d be terrified. Because if horror movies have taught us anything, it’s that the most innocent and normal looking people are the worst monsters you’ve ever seen.
Like, what is he hiding??
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casualavocados · 2 months ago
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Even though you are this short. You have a problem with that? [...] So what? You are taller than me. Big deal. You are so cute. ...I'm not finished yet.
KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 13
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breezebloxx · 6 months ago
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burn gorman iceberg chart but it's just all the weird shit i've learned abt him over the last year. the info gets more obscure as you go down
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beanghostprincess · 5 months ago
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Everyone is so empathetic to the idea of Denji being a victim of sexual assault until he is actually, explicitly, sexually assaulted and suddenly it's disgusting and off-putting and reading csm is wrong.
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senmiyaazx · 1 month ago
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Hiya:3 Can you please write yandere rivalry with Crowe and Sol? Like, they're both yanderes and are pining over g/n reader. Feel free to ignore if you don't take requests anymore or you don't feel comfortable writing this!! Hope you have a nice day/night :>
Crowe x GN Reader x Sol
warnings: yandere themes, wrote this at 1am spontaneously so expect some mistakes, might be a lil ooc
a/n: thank you for the request !!! i tried my best to give these two equal attention, because i wanted to emphasize how you're a closer friend to Crowe than Sol, but i struggled to execute it ;; hope you enjoy this nonetheless ! i love this request cause if anyone noticed i did put hints of a yandere crowe vs sol in my other fics
You've always been a dear to Sol, even if you didn't know it yet
Watching you through the hallways as you rummaged through your locker, book in hand while trying your best to move through the crowded hallway. Stalking you in the streets at night to ensure you'd get home safely. He's always there for you even before you officially met him in the library.
He's always there. And so is that annoying pest named 'Crowe.'
Jericho Crowe Ichabod, that sickening man they call a 'prince.' Gentle and kind as they say. Charming as he'll ever be with that smile of his. Sol may sound petty, but he knows that bastard is hiding something beneath that demeanor of his. He's nowhere near a saint, though. But he's definitely not stupid either. He's dealt with enough people to know something's off.
Of course, he doesn't deny the fact Crowe probably does have a better heart than him, given the reputation the goody two shoes has. Especially when he's helped you out tremendously through your first year, helping you socialize and guiding you comfortably to settle in your new environment.
Right, and that pisses him off.
It should've been him. Should've been him by your side. He should've been the person you always stuck to. Not Crowe, not anyone else.
Although there's really no need for complaints now that you and Sol have gotten acquainted with each other. You talk regularly and even skipped school once with him! Risking your studies to hang out with him, isn't that evidence that you like him more than that guy?
So why do you still hang out with that rotten prince?
Now, it's not that Crowe doesn't want you to socialize with others. It's the exact opposite. Why else would he introduce you to his friend group?
He's happy that you're making friends outside of his group. Happy that you're able to handle things on your own even without him.
Although he does miss the way you used to rely on him a lot like a lost cub. He likes the idea of you being dependent on him.
That's why it's a little confusing to him when his heart aches a tiny bit when he sees you standing a little too close to that vermillion-eyed boy. Your cheeks warming up as you stuttered bashfully when Sol brushed a strand of hair behind your ear in a suspiciously flirtatious way.
All of a sudden, he wants to pull you away and hold you close to him. He doesn't know why. It felt like a primal instinct to continue to protect you and keep you by his side. He supposed it's normal. Sol does hold quite the negative reputation, after all. Crowe simply wants to express his concern for you!
So why did he start to become more competitive, stealing your attention every chance he gets so you won't be able to glance at Sol even for a second?
As much as it disappoints him, he knows he won't be able to keep you away from Sol entirely. It's already hard enough trying to do all of these as discreet as he can.
But who's to say he won't try to win your heart over while the poor boy watches?
He's aware of the sharp gaze staring daggers into his back. It sent shivers down his spine, yet he feels a weird sense of satisfaction as he felt his hand brush against your own, knowing how much it pissed the other party off. Knowing he's a step ahead of making you his.
He listens to you talk, yet you remain blissfully unaware of the eerily calm smile he held while looking behind his shoulder.
You feel a little weird.
There's something terribly wrong with Sol today. At art class, you asked him to hold your pencil while you grabbed your supplies, only to hear a snap! as you looked up from your bag.
"Sol..?" The other half of your poor graphite pencil fell to ground, earning a few quick looks from other students.
As if snapping out from a trance, Sol looked at the broken pen in his hands, then at your face, and at the pen again. "Oh. Oh, shit, sorry." He cursed. He immediately grabbed his own and gave you a spare one with a guilty, embarrassed look. "Take it. I wasn't focusing at all, sorry."
You take the pencil with a small smile. "It's fine. Are you okay, though? You look like you have a lot on your mind."
He shook his head. "Don't worry about me, pumpkin. I'll let you draw me this time. Here, I'll stay still." He tries to force a calm demeanor. His normally stoic face makes it easier, but your keen eyes notice.
You didn't want to push his boundaries, however, and continued with your portrait of him for your art project.
After all, how could he possibly tell you that he's planning every possible way to get rid of your dearest friend, Crowe?
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3v3rl4stingbr4in · 8 months ago
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( Slight continuation to this. )
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jenoutof10 · 1 year ago
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when feral gojo gets animated you will either see me all over tumblr losing my shit and posting every single frame of his ethereal, crazed, ape-shit expression i can possibly get my hands on or i will simply leave without notice and proceed to disappear into the depths of my habitat, never to be seen nor heard from again.
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bacchuschucklefuck · 2 months ago
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official finish-this-sketch-how-you-want post idk what to call thisSAMPLE TEXT
hi! I miss drawing with people in a café and some folks mentioned they'd like to mess with my sketches themselves and that sounds cool so this is now a thing. if u play gartic phone this is basically the complement mode! but without the fucking ring noise that freaks you out right when you're getting into the flow of it
few things are 1/there's no hard deadline! take this at ur own pace if u do, but 2/I'll also be finishing this sketch and I estimate it to take around uhh 3 to 4 days? from the time this is posted. so if that's a structure u like then let's aim for something done in that timespan as well! and 3/if u finish ur piece and post it and want me to see it the best way to do that is to @ this blog! above all we go into this one determined to have fun and enjoy. I already bought u a matcha latte with oat milk sorry if u don't want that
here I got u today a sketch that's supposed to be Riz Gukgak (SY) (grey bg version and transparent version for ur ease of peruse)
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remember to have fun & be urself & finish ur drink & see u in 4 or 5
#not art#technically#idk what to tag this... I was thinking sketchboom bc its like one sketch many outcomes yknow. but turns out thats already#a company or something like that. and then I thought something riffing on the complement game mode but I cant think of anything for that#can we call it Fuck With This Sketch. pros: it would be funny. cons: cant think of even a single one#sooomewhat in the realm of dtiys. more in the realm of process swap or whatever the drawing meme was that used to be a thing#where like u and two friends swap pieces inbetween every step#(which is somewhat assumptive of what the process is to be fair. I know people who run directly into a piece blocking out poses in colors#as their sketch. and then just render right on top of it. as an ink-for-lifer their process is alien to me and we are like different specie#I want this to be real freeform u can do anything to this sketch. its decently readable for being made by me I think#if there are more than one character it gets worse. or if its full body or a first sketch for a design. uve seen that basrar piece's sketch#and when I say u can do anything to this sketch I mean it. if ur thinking ''oh they didn't mention a bg or painting idk if I should--''#Stop. You Can Do What You Want Forever. seek ur truth seize ur pleasure and call me a bitch to my face#sky's the ceiling and the depths of hell is the bar. draw with me. that is what this is for#ok Im done lets go. hope u have fun with the sketch! yay! yayaya#edit: well now Ive commited to a stupid tag this is called#Fuck With My Sketch
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moominpopzz · 8 months ago
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ANYWAYS Deadwood to me’s literally just one of those creepy ass old southern hunting towns… so here’s some things I think Wiwi Wisp does based offa that
• William Wisp knows about 4 ways to skin a deer and even more how to gut one
• He saw the shotgun in s2 and all those days when they were younger and David would take him out and shoot cans and bottles to pass time came flying back to him like it was trying to attack him, THATS truly how he knows how to use that thing
•He sees lone crying children and while trying to calm them down to find out what’s wrong calls them Sugar and Darlin and Dear and Bubba
•William Wisp who says only Ma or Mama and who probably called his dad daddy til he was like 14
•He refuses to talk when he gets too mad because his accent starts slipping out and it embarrasses him
•He has a secret country playlist buried with all his other music [It has a fake out title so if anyone sees it they don’t think ab it]
•He DEFINITELY passive aggressively says “God bless you” when he’s pissed at people
•He constantly slips up and says little country sayings that he then has to explain to the others
•He only drinks tea that’s so sweet it almost made Vyncent throw up at one point.
•He says hes “Sick as a dog” when not feeling good [<- edit add on]
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totsandnuggsrebloggs · 5 days ago
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Some Things I Screenshotted From W2H2 Part 1 While Watching Frame By Frame
Spoilers below
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Fucking Somic
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I thought Jonathan was the one with the nice ass.
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nice. (1312 = ACAB)
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Love the chords chart in the background and the book that read "Weeds, Invasive Plants of The Midwest" but what caught me off guard about this scene is that Jonathan just has like, a scalpel??? In his pencil holder??? Facing sharp side up!??? I mean like, I cant judge, I also have a scalpel but i store it in a fucking sterilized box!? I dissect mushrooms with it what is he doing with it??? Dissecting flowers????
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I think this is meant to be a 3 leaf clover but it could also be a sticky hand?
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I saw it earlier but this is a better pic of those little dinosaur or maybe monster finger puppets you'd get from arcade display cases.
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Dolphin.
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Yesssssssssssss- wait what is that?
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Oh my god funckin Sonic 2
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The end.
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yuseirra · 17 days ago
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The tale of Orpheus and Eurydice works well with these guys, doesn't it? It's not just Hikaru who'd be Orpheus. I see them as each other's respective Orpheus and Eurydice, it goes both ways.
Interestingly, in the original myth, Eurydice's death is ALSO caused by a stalker. She tried to run away from the man and stepped on a viper by accident, and that's what killed her. That's a sad coincidence...
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kabukiaku · 2 years ago
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Into the source of wisdom, beyond the Bible lies Into the endless depth of Satan's eyes.
Happy 10th Anniversay, Infestissumam!
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