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[aloisgauinger]

Reposted from Anna #Schiester @annaschiester Die Strompreiserhöhungen der Salzburg AG per 1. Jänner sind laut einem aktuellen Gutachten der Arbeiterkammer rechtlich unzulässig. Die Salzburg AG muss die Preiserhöhung rückgängig machen und das Geld den Kund:innen zurückzahlen. #salzburgag #salzburg #strompreis #ticker #wohnblogAT (hier: Salzburg AG) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpQEXIwNHV6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Honor Bound 6 - 26

This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, Honor Bound 5, and the prequel Vera.

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Contents: PTSD, past captivity, references to being unsure of reality, thoughts of murder, self-harm themes, bad reaction to discovering self-harm, harm reduction, recovery

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Isaac felt better already, knowing there was a locked door between him and the rest of the world. He had locked it behind Vera and Tori as they came in with tonight’s dinner: a hearty shepherd’s pie with rich bites of tender chicken, carrots, and potatoes all in a mouthwatering gravy. Once he had locked the front door, he had walked to the back door and made sure – for the second or third time since he’d gotten home – that it was still locked. It was, but it didn’t hurt to be so sure.

Edrissa had gotten into the house through the unlocked back door and then held a knife to Gavin’s throat. Isaac would have to be stupid to not check, and recheck, and check again.

Isaac sat on one side of Gavin on the couch, and Gray sat on the other. Vera, Sam, and Tori sat sandwiched on the other couch. Now that everyone was finished with dinner, Gavin leaned against Isaac’s side, and Isaac’s arm was slung over his shoulders. Gavin wasn’t shivering for the first time since they’d left the house that morning. Isaac was sated on two large slices of shepherd’s pie.

And yet, he ached to be holding his gun. The concerned glances Vera was throwing him weren’t helping.

“Thank you so much for bringing dinner,” Gray said, finally breaking the silence. “Did you make the pie, or buy it in town?”

“Bought it,” Vera said with a chuckle. “I appreciate your faith in us, but after everything… um. Recently.” She gave a stiff shrug. “Neither of us have felt like cooking.” She smiled tiredly at Tori over Sam’s head.

Gray let out a huff. “Same here,” they said gently. “But we’ve all been… through a lot. I don’t think anyone’s expecting anyone else to be out there crafting gourmet meals.”

“Except Edrissa,” Vera said tightly. “Apparently she’s been, uh… helping Meredith out. With the pies at the general store. Spending most of her time there, actually.”

“Really,” Gray said. Their tone was perfectly even.

Isaac’s hand tightened into a fist as the image of her flashed through his mind – cowering behind Gavin in that bathroom, eyes wild and streaming, clutching herself, looking terrified, as if she was the fucking victim and not the one pressing a knife to a man’s throat hard enough to draw blood just seconds before.

To Gavin’s throat.

His jaw ached and he swallowed hard. He forced himself to release his fist and brushed his lips to Gavin’s temple instead. He felt Vera’s eyes on him the whole time. He cleared his throat.

Sam wet their lips and leaned forward, seeming to sense the tension. “We’ve been keeping things as calm as possible here,” they said with a glance at Isaac. “Mostly just… sleeping.” They laughed. “All of us. Mostly Gray.”

“I don’t appreciate the accusation,” Gray said good-naturedly. “Although, god, I’ve never slept so much in my life.”

“What about you, Gavin?” Tori said softly. She reached over the back of the couch and rested a hand on Vera’s shoulder. “How are you sleeping?”

Gavin relaxed further against Isaac’s side and drew in a deep breath, thinking. “Well,” he murmured. “Better than in… than with Schiester. That’s definitely for sure. But…” Isaac bit his lip and waited for the second shoe to drop. “…it’s… sometimes hard to tell where I am. When I wake up.”

Isaac’s heart twisted. He knew all too well the things Gavin said, and fucking believed, when he wasn’t sure if he was staring at Isaac himself or merely a figment of his own imagination.

“D-don’t you want to… to punish me? …you want to, right? It’s… Isaac, it’s… it’s okay. It’s not… real, I know that. You can do… whatever you want. I can give that to you… if you want. I know it doesn’t really help you… But it’s what I have. P-please don’t stop touching me. Please… Isaac… please, this… this feels better than… a-anything he does to me.”

Shame clogged Isaac’s throat. His fingers itched for his knife. Fuck.

“Yeah,” Vera was saying. “Yeah, that’s… that’s the hardest part, I think. After. The waking up and not knowing, for a while.”

Isaac’s head snapped up. Vera held Gavin’s gaze, and he stared at her with an understanding that Isaac had never shared. Even though everyone except for Gray had been held captive, tortured, collared – what Gavin and Vera shared now was different. They had both been taken, punished by a sadist, had their minds broken down by pain and time – and drugs, in Gavin’s case. They had been kept in a basement, shackled for use because it brought a madman pleasure.

And they had both been alone.

Isaac’s hand shook as he slid it into Gavin’s and squeezed.

��Does that ever go away?” Gavin murmured, as if he had forgotten anyone else was there. Tears shone in his eyes.

“Yes,” Vera answered immediately. Then, she said, “Mostly. Months or years go by, and then you’ll have a shitty day or a bad nightmare and you’ll wake up not knowing where you are again. But the thing that matters is, it passes. And you’re always, always out once it passes.”

“Unless I get taken again,” Gavin whispered as the tears spilled over. “Like you did. Twice.” He shuddered and muffled a sob against Isaac’s shoulder.

Isaac’s arms wound around him in a trembling embrace, pulling Gavin into his lap. Vera stared at the floor, chewing on her lip.

She was taken again three times, if you count the time she went in to save Tori and killed Joseph Stormbeck to escape.

Isaac bit his tongue and shook his head to clear the thought.

“Alright, scootch over,” Tori mumbled as she crossed the living room to drop into the spot where Gavin had been sitting, gently laying a hand on Gavin where he now sat shivering on Isaac’s lap. She pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it across Gavin’s shoulders. “There, better?”

Gavin nodded with his face pressed to Isaac’s neck. His tears streamed into the neckline of Isaac’s shirt. He wrapped Gavin up again, carefully tucking him in, and glanced at Tori inquisitively.

Tori nodded at Vera. “She’s a lot more sensitive to cold when she’s in the thick of it,” she said gently. “And he’s got goosebumps.”

“No shit?” Vera said. “Is that why you always get a blanket when I’m having a bad day?”

The corner of Tori’s mouth curved up. “Yes, dear, that’s why I always get a blanket when you’re having a bad day.”

Vera raised her eyebrows. “No shit,” she mumbled.

“Schiester k-kept the basement cold,” Gavin muttered into Isaac’s neck. “If I wanted blankets I had to… t-tell him things.”

All the blood drained from Isaac’s face. “What… kinds of things?” he croaked.

“Confessions,” Gavin whimpered. “I… I don’t think most of them were true. I don’t remember. I didn’t care. I was cold. Ziegler told me most of the things I admitted to weren’t true.”

“Who the fuck is Ziegler and are we killing them?” Vera said, sitting up straight and staring at Isaac. “Someone who knew you were down there?”

“Y-yes,” Gavin managed through a particularly violent shudder. “He… he didn’t… hurt me as much. And he… let me go.”

Vera’s eyes went wide. “Like—”

“Not like Ryan,” Isaac said sternly. Tears glittered on Vera’s eyelashes. “Just a guard who decided not to kill me when I was pulling Gavin out.”

“He didn’t hurt me,” Gavin said in a small voice. “He… he could have but he… didn’t.”

“But—”

“Fair enough, Gavin,” Vera interrupted. She shot Isaac a glare. “I get it. That can be enough to keep you sane. Just one person who doesn’t want to hurt you as much as the others.”

Gavin nodded weakly against Isaac’s neck. Isaac tried to meet Vera’s glare, but she shot daggers at him and he faltered. Tori’s hand moved in small, gentle circles on Gavin’s back.

“No one’s taking you again,” Isaac whispered against Gavin’s hair. His arms shook with how hard he squeezed Gavin. “No one. You’re safe, alright? You’re… you’re safe.”

As soon as Edrissa is dealt with—

I wonder if I could get to her before anyone realizes what I’ve done—

“You’re okay, Gavin,” Tori said gently, her hair mingling with his as she leaned in close. “We’ve got you.”

“Y-yeah,” Gavin heaved, and shuddered violently. His hand wrapped around Isaac’s wrist. “Yeah. I’m out.”

Edrissa’s the one who last made him question where he was. I’m going to fucking—

“What the fuck is that?” Vera snapped from her place on the couch.

Isaac’s head shot up and he glanced around the room, ready to neutralize the threat. He met Vera’s eyes and realized she was looking at him – no, not at him.

At his arm.

The sleeve was pulled up slightly on his forearm, exposing a scar left by Gavin’s knife – and the cut he himself had made over it, not five days ago. The angry line flared red in the dim light, and it was devastatingly obvious what it was.

Isaac dragged the sleeve down over the cut, obscuring his entire hand. “Nothing,” he growled.

“Isaac, fuck,” Vera breathed. She rose from the couch and stood over Isaac, staring down at him, looking stricken. “That…” Her hand shot out and she grabbed his wrist, pulling the sleeve up to reveal the line of cuts up and down Isaac’s arm.

Isaac yanked his arm out of Vera’s grasp, cringing back into the couch. Gavin slid off his lap and partially onto Tori. Isaac couldn’t even look at Tori; he could barely bring himself to look at Vera, who stared down at him in horror.

“It’s nothing,” Isaac pleaded with a broken voice.

“Vera, let’s respect Isaac’s desire for privacy,” Gray said, a little weakly.

Isaac could feel Gavin’s gaze drilling holes into the side of his head. He blinked back tears and swallowed hard against the shame strangling him. Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak.

Vera beat him to it. “I… told you not to punish yourself,” she said. She held her hands lamely out to her sides. “You said you wouldn’t—”

“No, I didn’t,” Isaac said through his teeth. “I never said that.”

Vera shook her head. “But—”

“I wouldn’t have said that,” Isaac said. His voice was fading, cracking under the pressure of Vera’s gaze. Having Gavin so close to him, feeling all eyes in the room on him, on his arms, safely hidden again under his long sleeves, was too much to bear. He swallowed again, hoping his dinner would stay down. “I never lied to you.”

“I n-never said you did,” Vera croaked. Her hands were in fists at her sides now. “I… how long?”

Isaac shook his head. He glanced at Sam, who stared right back at him. A quiet sort of pain pinched their mouth. “I… would really rather not have this conversation,” he said thickly.

“Yeah, I bet you wouldn’t,” Vera breathed. She sniffed and lifted her chin against the tears that glittered in her eyes. “Isaac… why didn’t you tell me?”

“What, and have you react like this?” He meant to snarl the words, but they came out weak and pathetic sounding.

She nodded slowly. “You’re right,” she murmured. “That’s… that’s fair. I’m sorry, I… This isn’t… how I should be reacting.”

“Let’s everyone take a breath,” Gray said softly. “Vera, do you want to sit down?”

Vera returned to her couch on stiff legs and fell to her seat beside Sam. Isaac could breathe a little easier, without her standing over him. Gavin crawled back onto his lap and wrapped his arms around Isaac’s neck.

“Sorry,” Vera said flatly. She drew in a deep inhale and let it out in a gusty breath. “Sorry. That’s… probably the last fucking thing you needed.”

“Yeah,” Isaac said. He shrank as Gavin laid his head on his shoulder.

“Isaac, can I touch you?” Tori said. Isaac jumped, but relaxed a little when he met her eyes. Her gaze was soft, sad, but not filled with horror. Not like Vera’s. He nodded, and she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I’m really sorry,” Vera whispered. “That was… I wish I could take that back.” She wiped her eyes and sat up, taking another deep breath. “That was shitty of me.”

“No,” Isaac grumbled. His arms stung as if all the cuts were brand new. He longed to scratch at the ones that itched, but he couldn’t bear to draw any more attention to them. He swallowed tightly. “I should never have…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

“No.” Vera held up a shaking hand. “Don’t… don’t do that.” She raked her fingers through her hair and stared at the floor. “Um…”

Isaac couldn’t bring himself to say any of the things that were echoing through his head:

I know this hurts you. I know I did it because I’m weak. I know I would never have had to do it if I had just kept my family safe in the first place. I know…

He knew right where his knife was, too. Gray had taken the one he usually used, but he had another in his pack. All he would have to do is—

“Boy I wish someone else would say something,” Vera said with a broken laugh.

Gray leaned forward with a warm glance toward Isaac. “Did you hear Sam is going to be staying with us?” they said, without missing a beat. Isaac could have cried with gratitude at no longer being the subject of discussion.

Tori beamed and glanced at Sam. “I didn’t hear that! That’s so great.” Her voice was tighter than Gray’s, but it was still light. Isaac felt a wash of gratitude for her, too.

“Yeah,” Sam said. They sounded so tired. But happy, too. “Yeah, I talked to Zachariah about it and… I’m going to be staying here for a while.” They grinned at Isaac. “The foreseeable future.”

“That’s awesome,” Vera said, with only a little flatness to her voice.

“We’re definitely happy about it,” Gray said with a smile.

“It’ll be really nice to… to have you here, Sam,” Isaac croaked. He rearranged his face into what was probably a smile and willed the darkness in his chest to dissipate. “It’ll be nice to be together.” His arms tightened around Gavin as he said it.

Sam nodded, their expression brightening further. “We were worried about where I was going to sleep, but…” They patted the couch cushion next to them. “Turns out this couch is extremely comfortable. After how long we spent on the road, just about anything feels good.”

“You slept on my floor on an air mattress for months,” Tori said with a laugh. “Anything is better than that.”

“Even sleeping on the ground during winter?” Sam said with a mischievous smile. All at once, the exhaustion around their eyes faded away, and they looked like themself again. They looked like the Sam Isaac had always known.

“Depends on the winter,” Tori said. “In the south it wasn’t bad.”

“I’ll take the air mattress,” Vera interjected, raising her hand. “If I get a say.”

“Yeah, because it was on my floor,” Tori shot back with a conspiratory grin.

Everyone laughed at that, even Isaac. He felt the cold fist around his heart loosen a bit, then fall away entirely. As he looked around at the people he loved, feeling Gavin’s warm weight in his lap and Gray’s shoulder brushing his, he could breathe a little easier. He could survive another few minutes without his knife.

Perhaps he could go without it entirely, tonight. It would still be there in the morning if he needed it, and he figured he would. But… maybe then he could just hold some ice instead, if he didn’t need it too badly. What he knew for sure, though, was that he didn’t need the knife tonight.

With his family around him, alive, safe… he could go without the knife for a little longer.

Continued here

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oh i KNEW he was a fucking schiester !!!!! full of absolute shit !!!!! i hope he burns !!!!! i hope kendall takes him down with him !!!!! hand 👏 in 👏 unlovable 👏 hand 👏👏👏!!!!!!!

[nomkiing]

His name is Scheister

Schiester McMeister

It's not his real name

But it suits him well

[hellaciousfaith]

It's hard not to take pride in successfully bargaining with Gehenna and Assiah's biggest scrooge and schiester. However small this prize may be, Shiro still won it and he is fucking proud of himself for it.

And hopefully, mama cat will be too.

But he sees that sleepy yawn, as hard as it may be to believe in. Mephisto had been napping just a little while ago, but clearly he didn't get enough. Shiro can't blame him though; Retirement (and cattiness) has treated him to many more naps than he ever used to have. So, in this one instance, he'll join the Baal, curling up in his lap once more and settling in for a nice, good cat nap.

They both clearly deserve this bit of respite, after all.

It may be agony for the King, but it's all music to Shiro's ears.

Seeing how he's been granted his desire though, there's no need for more biscuit making. So, in a gracious act of mercy, Shiro quits his kneading and mrows happily at Mephisto. Then, he walks up the demon's torso to, first, firmly bonk their heads together, then to rub the sides of his face against Mephisto's.

Just because he tortured Mephisto doesn't mean he can't be a little grateful and affectionate for his cooperation.

[kuiinncedes]

I see the words “Kurt Hummel anti” and my brain just does not compute... Kurt Hummel anti???? Anti Kurt Hummel?????? You mean... anti Kurt Hummel sadness??? Make it make sense

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Honor Bound 6 - 31 (Headache/Migraine) - @badthingshappenbingo

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This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, Honor Bound 5, and the prequel Vera.

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Contents: sick fic, past captivity, unsure of reality, past forced confession, past offscreen murder of a child, self-hatred, past hallucinations, past murder, fear of taking pills, so much angst

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The cloying sensation of pain reached Gavin through heavy waves of nausea and exhaustion. He squeezed his eyes shut and winced as the pain sharpened to a hot, pulsing point behind his left eye. A chill shuddered over his shoulders, down his spine, back up into the tight muscles of his neck. His own clammy fingers pressed against his forehead in a feeble attempt to relieve the pain.

There was no relief, down here in the basement.

He was a little warm, at least, under the three blankets he had earned with his confessions. They hadn’t been wild and desperate, like the confessions pried out of him by the drugs or the razor-sharp edge of Schiester’s knife. Each one had been deliberate. He had known the bargain he was making with each one.

“My coming back was my fault. Not theirs. I… I sh-should have died. It wasn’t their fault.”

“I… I shot Gray. In the chest. Back when I was… when I was still fighting them. I shot them in the chest and left them to die.”

“Wh-when I was sixteen, my mother offered me a child… I see it was a test, I see that now, but at the time I just saw a plaything that I knew I should – that I knew how to hurt. I… I killed her. Quickly. I—”

Schiester had backhanded him across the mouth before he could finish the sentence.

Each confession had been worth it. Each one had come with a beating that had left Gavin screaming in pain, but each was worth it. He had confessed his crimes to someone who would punish him for them, and properly, not with easy forgiveness. And what was more – each confession earned him a blanket that held off the cold. Still, despite the blankets over him, he shivered with cold sweat.

He didn’t try to raise his head or look around. He simply lay still, frozen in place with the pain, trying and failing to cease to exist. Terror was a steady thrum alongside his heartbeat, as he knew at any moment his tormentor would return and use this agony against him. There was nothing he could do to stop that now. He could no sooner stop the pain than he could stop the sluggish beat of his own heart, matching the dull thud within his own head. Each breath whooshed softly into his nose, huffed softly out of his mouth. His body was a heap of mechanical processes that carried on, even as his every reason for living had abandoned him here. His life was simply a serious of moments extended by the sadistic whims of the man still keeping him alive. Schiester made his commands, and his body obeyed. Nothing would stop the pain. There was no such thing as relief in this basement. There was no ice, no rizatriptan, no mercy.

Isaac had stopped looking—

“Gavin.”

Gavin cried out and flung himself upright. Isaac stood at the side of the bed, one hand outstretched and almost touching him. Gavin quaked with each panting breath as his arms shook under him and finally collapsed. Pain seared behind his eyes as he stared up at Isaac, who was starting to blur with tears.

“Are you alright?” Isaac murmured.

“You… g-got me out,” Gavin croaked. His mouth was so dry. His left eye felt like it was starting to melt out of his head.

Isaac sat carefully on the side of the bed, hand still outstretched. His fingers gently brushed through Gavin’s hair – Gavin realized then that it was soaked with sweat. “Yes,” Isaac said heavily. “I… I got you out, Gavin. Bad dream? Or…?”

“Migraine,” Gavin said, and pressed his face against the pillow. “Isaac, I—” He shoved a hand against his own mouth and dry heaved.

“Gray brought your rizatriptan,” Isaac said, rising again. Gavin groaned as the bed jostled. “Let me go get you some.”

“A-and water,” Gavin said weakly. “Please.”

“Sure,” Isaac said as he left the room.

Gavin trembled and clutched at the pillow beneath his head. As much as it pained him, he forced himself to look around, to take in the sight of the room – the peeling paint on the walls, the curtains lit by the sun slanting into the windows, the warmth of the light, the size of the room. It looked nothing like the cold, dark basement that had been his prison for what had felt like months. It felt nothing like the cramped, cruel cell where he had been kept. When Isaac entered the room again with a glass of water and a pill pinched between his fingers, the tears in Gavin’s eyes spilled over.

“N-not fucking going back,” he rasped. He dropped his head and muffled a sob against his pillow as Isaac sat beside him once more.

“No way,” Isaac said, every word sounding strained. He held the pill to Gavin’s lips, and Gavin took it, willingly.

Schiester could have drugged me this way.

The thought was a brick in Gavin’s stomach. He could have put it in my food. He didn’t have to fucking… inject it. But… An entirely different thought crossed his mind that brought a chill to his heart. This could all still be a hallucination. This could just be how he’s keeping me drugged.

As Isaac tipped the glass of water to Gavin’s lips, Gavin hesitated. Isaac froze with the glass still held out. “You alright?” Isaac rasped.

Gavin trembled as he raised his gaze to Isaac. Isaac’s eyes were brown, not blue. And he hadn’t hurt Gavin at all. Not yet. But Schiester could be playing the long game. After all, he’d been playing the long game by letting Gavin think he had escaped to the north safely back in May. This could all just be another fucking joke to him, like faking the hanging after he murdered Lucy and Topher.

Isaac swallowed hard. “Gavin?” he said softly. “Is… What—”

Gavin raised a shaking hand and dug the pill out of his mouth. It was already beginning to disintegrate and leave a gritty residue on his tongue. He stared at it between his fingers, then looked back to Isaac again.

Isaac’s eyebrows pulled together. “Gavin, what are you—”

“What happens to me if I don’t take this?” Gavin breathed. Light pulsed on the left side of his vision.

Isaac’s eyes widened. “What happens…? Nothing, Gavin, nothing happens to you. Except maybe your migraine doesn’t get much better. I don’t…” He reached out to gently stroke Gavin’s cheek.

Gavin flinched at the contact. Isaac jerked his hand back like Gavin had bitten him.

“Gavin,” Isaac said, realization crossing his face. “No. This isn’t… come on, Gavin, this is—”

“Prove it, then.” The words barely made a sound as they passed Gavin’s lips. He reached over to the nightstand and rolled his fingers together until the sticky pill dropped onto the wood. He nearly threw up then, just from the effort of holding himself up with his head pounding so ferociously. Shaking, he returned his gaze to Isaac – or the specter that could be wearing Isaac’s form. He braced for the collapse of the illusion: the sneer of contempt, the flash of violence in Isaac’s eyes, the snap of his fingers as he ordered the guards who must be currently outside of Gavin’s vision to step into the cell with him and hold him down and hurt him—

Instead, a horrible, guilty brokenness crawled across Isaac’s face. The lines around his eyes deepened, and a terrible sadness tugged at his mouth. He held his hands out, at his sides, empty and harmless. His eyes swam with helpless tears.

“I… w-won’t make you take anything you don’t want to, Gavin,” he said weakly. “I was just trying to help.”

Gavin’s throat tightened, and he could feel nothing but heat and pain. He squeezed his eyes shut and grasped at the relief of the momentary darkness. Then, he blinked his eyes open and reached for Isaac. Isaac’s shoulders fell, and he let Gavin take his hand.

“P-please,” Gavin whispered. “Please, I just…” He sobbed weakly and whimpered when that only ratcheted up the pain in his head.

“Here,” Isaac said, tears falling down his own cheeks. He guided Gavin to lay down again and stretched out beside him. “No… no pills. Just… I can just be with you. And hold you. Would that be… would that… help?”

“Yeah,” Gavin croaked, his throat still tight. He could barely see out of his left eye, and every heartbeat was agony. Still, Isaac was here. Isaac had his hands on him, and was pulling him close, and was holding him. He buried his face in Isaac’s chest and let out another broken sob.

Even as he shivered and twisted in Isaac’s arms from the pain, his heartrate slowed. The Isaac holding him was solid and real, even nothing else in the world was.

Something prickled in the back of Gavin’s mind. He swallowed hard, swallowed back the terror and pain that quivered beneath his skin; the Isaac holding him was real, because Daniel Schiester would never, ever have allowed Gavin Uriah to say no to him. The pill lay on the nightstand beside the bed still, beside the untouched water glass.

Continued here

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*sigh*

Ok, ok, fine @eatyourdamnpears

.... it DFS and Gavin 😂😂😂

👀...

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Blaster info

Here is the info for our Blaster bitties!

cut below for length

snoozer (tale!Sans blaster bitty):

*acts similar to a Sansy bitty, but in dog form.

*Will trill and coo at you if you’re giving him attention or praise.

*wonderful caretaker for younger or more timid bitties

jumpy (tale!Papyrus blaster bitty):

*again, similar to a Papy, but on four legs.

*vocalizes a lot, and will be very active

*will try and organize small objects like paperclips for you

coolio (swap!papyrus blaster bitty):

* lil’ bro blaster

*very quiet, rarely ever vocalizes unless to comfort others

* will let you move him around without any objection, even when sleeping.

diligent (swap!Sans blaster bitty):

*baby blue blaster

*makes small sounds often and is usually curious

*will wake you up bright and early at the same time every morning, no matter what day it is.

President (Fell!Papyrus blaster bitty):

*Boss blaster

*will vocalize only if displeased, but purrs on occasion when pet

*will become leader of your other blaster bitties if you have them

dynamo (fell!Sans blaster bitty)

*edgy blaster

*vocalizes often and will use his voice to try and sweet talk you despite his lack of language.

*tendency to eat non-food items. these can easily be retrieved by relaxing his magic cohesion with tummy rubs and then gently swiping out the object once the membrane is sufficiently goopy.

Jitters (fellswap!Sans bitty)

* Redberry blaster

* vocalizes loudly often

* will make hidden nests and retreat to them when he does not get his way

Caramel (fellswap!Papyrus bitty)

*Maple blaster

*never vocalizes, only purring - if you hear a strange vocalization it means he is calling for help or yelling - something is VERY wrong

* adores all stuffed animals and will nest in them if allowed to

Tanin (swapfell!Sans bitty)

*Vinyard blaster

*vocalizes at varying volumes often

*does best if paired with a more responsible bitty to keep his impulsive nature corralled

Schiester (swapfell!Papyrus bitty)

*Conner blaster

* vocalizes melodically to entice others to spoil him

*does best if paired with a no-nonsense sort of bitty to keep his cons from escalating

Tinder - (horrorfell Sans blaster)

makes hyena-like giggles, hisses if angry, generally quiet and well mannered. A nervous boy, but loyal

Fog - (horrorfell Papyrus blaster)

likes to make stacks of things, will attempt to organize your paperclips by color if you have different ones. very helpful with decorating and home repair projects. Protective boy

Cart - (horror Sans blaster)

moves things out of habit. will find a dark corner or hidey-hole and live in it. nests compulsively when given a younger blaster to care for. Otherwise, a very prank-loving, sarcastic boy

Score - (horror Papyrus blaster)

large and energetic. takes no time to love his new owner. will happily play all the time. good boy

Smith - (horrorswap Sans blaster)

would like to have something to cover his open ribs. will make his own thing if you don’t give him something. likes to jump around.

Forge (horrorswap Papyrus blaster)

likes lazing around. bad eye sight. will playfully nibble at your feet. happy to be a lap bitty. tends to bite first if feeling threatened

Rust (underworld Sans blaster)

not much for moving, needs braces and medicine to be fully functional. tends to purr when warm and happy.

Oil (underworld Papyrus blaster)

can eat normally, but is messy. prosthetic front legs and heads provided in starter kit, but not necessary for happiness or health. does best when adopted with a Rust or Kitty blaster companion.

Tread (underworld swap Papyrus blaster)

tendency to overeat, so careful portioning is recommended. skittish before bonding with owners, patience is needed with these puppies. Keep his joints warm and clean his jaw hinges regularly

Roll (underworld swap Sans blaster)

messy eater but eats very little. Tends to be too busy to remember things like eating and putting on his (included in starter kit) prosthesis. will eagerly fetch things for you if asked.

Rock (undertomb Sans):

*big boy, size of a bulldog

* likes to rub his face on people’s legs

*doesn’t realize he has such big teeth, so carry bandages

 Spider ( undertomb Papyrus blaster)

*spindly johnny

*very cautious and jumpy

*likes to chew on table legs

Chalk - they have speckles and lines of ink in their bones, and tend to happily make pawprint cards and use pencils to do cool things while you’re out! Fingerpaints are recommended so they can safely (and washably) indulge their artistic flare.

Red Ring - he can be surly and distant to begin with, but will be loyal to a fault. He tends to observe for a month or so before becoming comfortable enough to sit closer. This is different if he’s bonded with another of your bitties beforehand, as he will follow his friend everywhere and trust their judgement mostly. He likes anything you give him, but prefers cocoa and other chocolaty treats.

Fancy and Image - a sweet pair, these puppies will help your pets! They both get on well with animals, and Fancy calms anxious pets while Image is good for defusing situations where your pets are afraid. This effect is also seen in other bitties, so they’re great ideas for a permanent addition to a bitty foster home or rescue center.

Dark Image: the only dark nightmare bitty who will not become instantly hostile. Instead he will grow the tendrils and lose all energy. He won’t comfort or defuse bad situations anymore, and the tendrils may actually CREATE such situations by sending off hostile magical signals. These tendrils act like an infection, and will slowly change his bones from white to black over a week. He’ll then become hostile to touch and snap at anyone who attempts to handle him. If brought into the clinic before the infection is complete, there is a vaccine that will drive it back, but once fully converted, his bones will always be black, and there will always be a hostility in his actions, even if the tendrils recede after the vaccine is given. They never become dangerous enough to be deemed unsafe.

Kitty (original bitty):

*rare feline blaster

*loving and excited vocalizations

*enjoys playing with technology

[asicsindia]

CHRISTIAN SCHIESTER EXPLAINS TRAIL RUNNING RACING

Trail running puts different demands on your running technique. Extreme runner Christian Schiester explains trail running tips on how to best use your physical and mental energy to pace yourself on rough terrain.

Visit- https://www.asics.com/in/en-in/blog/article/trail-running-tips-with-christian-schiester

[whump-tr0pes]

AHHHHH RAYYYYYE

Oh my god. This is absolutely amazing. The gloves, the blood on his hands? The scales? Judge, jury, and executioner? The nooses? The words? The gun? The sneer?

Good lord, Raye. I love it

whump aesthetics • daniel fucking scheister

(i was commissioned by @whump-tr0pes to craft their insufferable villain - he’s so hot but his heart is ice and i love his fucked-up moral code.)

[punofficial]

Wtf if you want the feeds you should pay for them you schiester

no but if anyone has a link to live feeds lmk

[joeyfirst]

Noch ein kleiner Nachruf an die Sek hier steht zu 15 Leuten vor mir und bedroht mich mit einer Waffe also mit mehreren Waffen ich stehe vor dir a******** mit einer Waffe und ich schwöre du bist tot ihr Feiglinge ihr dreckigen ihr bezahlten kleinen Loser und du wo du bei mir warst Ich werde dich finden ich brauche keine 15 Leute ich bin bei dir sofort und ich schwöre du wirst betteln Dennis Schiester es erstmal in die Knie du Wixer und dann wirst du betteln dass ich dich nicht töte ihr seid Dreckschweine und das Wissen sehr viele Menschen hier was er hier mit unserem Wohnort macht wo wir wohnen wo wir leben ich schwöre euch habe ich einen Namen bist du tot wetten

[offscreenblogs]

The Off-Mat prospective: repo-man

Introduction: Ladies and gentleman, my name is OFF...SCREEN and welcome to the newest...must-see post series in both the brony and wrestling tumblr communities TODAY, Off-mat prospective and MY GOD i sound like a messed up combination of the miz and Paul heyman. That is one combination i do not want right now.

anyways heres what you need know about this post series, i take a look at some of the goofiest, strangest and down right stupidest gimmicks that wrestling has ever concocted and i try to see if i can make them work because im a- no im not gonna do that.

so for our first episode, we're going to a look at a job based gimmick that while it was not looked upon or remembered much fondly by hardcore fans. it managed to gain a small cult following and I (a 2010 wrestling fan mind you) think the gimmick could've gone far at the time if it was booked correctly. so what (prey tell) is the gimmick of which we will look at today you may ask... well its kind of obvious really. i mean, you have read the title of the post haven't you?? but for those of you who haven't, today we're taking a look at the the repo-man.

first off, a little background before we get to the main meat of the video. before the repo-man, there was smash who was one half of a famous tag team in the late 1980's known as demolition (the then WWF's assumed answer to the road warriors). The tag team was actually pretty successful in they're run. managing to capture the (then) wwf's tag team championships three times. infact before the new day came along, they had longest tag team title reign in the companies history.

so naturally with that kind of reputation backing them up, you'd think that once the team had split up (as does every tag team), both wrestlers of those characters would get promising singles runs right?

well lets just say that the early 1990's were the "job based gimmick" era of jobbers at the time and so in 1991, the wrestler who played smash was given that exact treatment when he was repackaged as, the repo-man. The repo-man was written as this heel character who would "reposes" property other wrestlers if they were late on they're payments. 

you know its really funny and actually kind of surprising when you realise this gimmick go booked in a feud with macho man randy savage at one point. granted that feud only lasted for about 1 week but still the fact that he got put in a feud with savage (a former wwf and intercontinental champion) at all is just mind boggling to say the least.

Booking: now we come to my favourite part of this show, how would I book the gimmick. you see while the repo-man did gain a decent cult following, in terms of his position in the company, he didn't exactly get far. granted he did get the aptly mentioned randy savage feud and a match at summerslam (aka best summerslam, so what if its because im British, screw you)

but he didn't exactly get a singles title, tag team title, or any title for that matter. to put it short, he wasn't really that successful. so based on the research i'v done. i have come up three steps to how he could've have been booked, so lets have at it.

Step 1: put him in the enforcer role. now this may come from my general prospective but to me, the character's ring gear and mic skills didn't exactly look and feel like a singles competitor. infact, he looked and felt more like a quote on quote "hired gun". i mean sure kevin Nash managed to pull off an enforcer roll and a singles career they're after as diesel. but kevin Nash had both the intimidating look and presence to pull both these rolls in somewhat decent fashion. so yeah in short, the repo man looking better in an enforcer roll (from my point of view) genuinely stems from look and mic skills. i know that sounds petty but just roll with me on this.

Step 2: Pair him up with Irwin r schiester (aka I.R.S)

Now that we have the enforcer roll set up for the repo man. i think its best to find the character he'd be enforcing and who'd be a better option Then I.R.S

i know some people will say that it would be better if he had been paired up with the million dollar man Ted dibiase and while i do agree with that somewhat. i think he'd be better suited to only being partnered with I.R.S. because in reality, The actual I.R.S have direct connections to repo-companies.

you see, with job based gimmicks specifically, you could've had the freedom to make as much sence as humanly possible despite the lack of sense that wrestling seemed to have had during the late 1980's through to the early 1990's. step right up max moon.

now i do infact have a formula of how they're run could've been played out and i would be out-right lying to you if i said that I'm not going to elaborate on that right now. so let us begin.

I.R.S would start by looking for a specific baby who is assumed to be late on his taxes (because hey, you have to create some relation to the actual I.R.S) and then he would create a low weekly rivalry that would culminate at a nearby pay-per-view where they would have a singles match that would open the show. 

towards the end of they're singles match, repo-man would un-expectedly jump into the ring and attack the babyface. possibly putting him out of kay-fabe action and that would then begin I.R.S and repo mans partnership.

so through out the month's. I.R.S would dastardly dispose of babyface's with the help of repo-man before eventually, I.R.S would be pushed to an intercontinental title match of which he wins via interference from the repo-man as a heel should. now i know that sounds like the generic Heel storyline that we may have seen time and time again. so if this doesn't attune to your liking, then maybe the third and final step may appease you.

Step 3: Put them both in a run for the world tag team championships.

If the enforcer run for both wrestlers doesn't work for some of the fans viewing this video. then really, the best option is to put tag team gold around they're waist.

given that both wrestlers playing they're respective roles have had prior tag team championship experience despite them going under completely different monikers, not only would a decision like that make sence on paper but it would also provide a bit more prestige to both mens legacies and i don't think anyone can argue with a little boost in someone's legacy.

Now let me be clear, this is only how I would book. this isn't the definitive/EXACT way to book the Repo-man and chance's are, alot of people are not going to agree with how i would do it. but hey such is the way of wrestling fans, you just can't please them all.

So that is pretty much it for this Off-mat prospective. if you would like to see me take on more gimmicks, then by all means give in your suggestions. My name is Off-screen and i have no witty line to end this post on...

[whump-tr0pes]

Dammit DFS, stop looking so charming and handsome

Give me a moment or even ages  to remember how to breathe…

From JR Bourne’s IG

Captured by Brian Kaminski