#so don’t be a bitch

[lipglossanon]

Ash and Bone

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Don’t really know what this is, so reader beware lol

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dark Leon, dark content, murder, body mutilation, stabbing, degrading talk, dead body, corpse burning

this is not sexual at all (for me) but as always, you interpret things as you see fit, not my business 🤷‍♀️

not proofread

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The knife sinks in easily, like it’s nothing; like a hot knife through butter skitters across his thoughts making him smile. He pulls the blade out and sinks it back in right next to it, certain this one snagged on an organ as more blood gushes from the wound as he pulls the knife out. 

Giddiness bubbles up through his blood like nitrogen from a deep sea dive. Unlike the bends, he welcomes the feeling, this all encompassing excitement making his brain sing in pleasure. He sinks the knife into her body again and again. 

“Brought this on yourself, stupid cunt,” he mumbles with glee, blue eyes nearly black as his pupils expand. 

She doesn’t say anything— can’t say anything. Laying there like trash, something easily discarded once Leon’s gotten his use out of it. 

“Didn’t even fuck you, did I?” He laughs down at her still form, “god, should’ve seen how fucking desperate you looked. Like I’d give you the fucking time of day you fucking pig.”

Then he’s off on another spiel of giggles, knife movements more sloppy as his body shakes with the force of his laughter. 

“Stupid piggy cunt,” he snorts and laughs harder, “delusional fucking whore. God, what I wouldn’t do to fucking gut you’re little friends, too. Bet it’d be easy to trick them out here. Fucking gagging for attention cause none of you ever get noticed. Do you, sweetheart?” 

The body lies there, cooling against the cement floor. He places the tip of his knife along her ribs and sinks it slowly upward into her chest cavity. 

“Bet you wished that I’d have sunk my cock in your pussy just like this, huh?” He brings up one bloody hand to flick his bangs away from his face, “all nice and slow, making sure to get as deep as I can.”

He feels it the moment the blade slides into her heart, the muscle tearing like wet tissue paper as blood bubbles from the entrance wound.

“Oh isn’t that nice, honey?” He coos, eyes riveted to the red pooling underneath her body, “my little darling getting exactly what she’s always wanted: my attention.”

After that, Leon takes his time, stabbing the knife into her body over and over just cause he likes the way it punctures the skin. 

“I heard you and your stupid slut friends giggling and whispering every time I came around,” he sneers, flecks of blood matching the freckles coating his skin, “like I didn’t feel your ugly piggy eyes on me, your pathetic lips saying those cheap words, like I’m something you could covet. You fucking piece of shit.”

He wrenches the hilt of his knife until he feels something give inside her body that’s not supposed to, a sickening crack of bone that brings a smile to his face. 

“Shut you up good, didn’t I? Thought you could follow me outside the bar, trying to flirt your way into my passenger seat,” he brings the hand not wielding the knife down in a slap across her lifeless face, “pathetic fucking trash. I wouldn’t have touched you if you paid me to, just looking at you would make a man sick.”

He grins to no one suddenly, “Is that why you and your little piggy friends were alone at the bar? Only dick you could get in your nasty little snatch is one made of silicone, right? So you thought you’d try me.”

He brings the knife up to her throat and slices across it, blood sluggishly dripping down the torn skin. With a sigh, he sits back on his haunches, blade lying limply in his hand. M

“Well as much fun as this has been, you’re already boring me,” he wipes the knife on her shirt, “which shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. I did everyone a favor by getting rid of you, dumb bitch.”

He heaves himself up onto his feet and reaches for the gas canister nearby. Dousing the body thoroughly, he pulls out a box of matches. The strike and hiss of the flame manifesting on the little matchstick makes him smile brightly. 

“Best thing to do with trash is to burn it, s’what my daddy always said,” he says aloud, “I would say good riddance but damn if your not even worth that.”

Tossing the little flaming stick onto her body, he watches serenely as she slowly catches fire. He moves far enough away he can’t smell her stink as the gas makes the flame burn hot, crisping her skin and burning off the hair and clothes first. He watches for hours until there’s nothing but ash and bone left behind.  

[keferon]

Biblically accurate Blurr~

Blurr's Spotlight was actually the very first Transformers comic I ever read. I remember looking at the first pages and being like, holy shit, dude why are you so ugly?? Ahahjcmgmg

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF game Vanessa is doing her best to play nice,,

[artiificiial]

doodles :3

[daenerys-targaryen]

KELLY REILLY as BETH DUTTON 🌪 Yellowstone: 4x10 “Grass on the Streets and Weeds on the Rooftops"

[demiboydemon]

Yesterday I saw someone unironically say that the reason Zelda says the house in Hateno is her house is because she kicked out Link and now lives there alone. Like, they seriously believed that she stole his house. That that was the most logical explanation for Zelda calling Link’s house hers. And not, you know, them sharing a house.

[dream-girls-dream-girl]

instead of bitching why don’t we all just be thankful ao3 doesn’t have ads xxx

[laniidae-passerine]

don’t get how you can watch iwtv and be a sincere diehard lestat hater. like the world’s biggest lestat hater is louis and that man can’t even commit to it for more than five minutes before literally hallucinating lestat wearing a wedding ring and talking pretty to him. this show is about louis and every road leads back to lestat for that man

[icaruspendragon]

he did. my husband tried. he tried to warn them. he did. he said to them, “i’m not as into this as my wife is. i just like looking at cars, but she’s got all the facts and specs and everything. she’s practically a walking encyclopedia.”

and they didn’t believe him. they laughed. they shrugged it off. they shrugged me off. they were warned. and yet they still decided to try and put me to the test. they were warned. they were warned of what would happen to them. and yet they didn’t listen.

their ambition made them icarian. their folly turned my warmth from brilliant to sweltering.

their hubris led to their humiliation.

they were warned. but ambition makes men bold.

this is all just a very dramatic way of saying that grown men decided to play a game of, “oh you’re a fan? prove it” only to have their asses handed to them by their opponent.

this was the opponent btw:

[magicandmundane]

Imagine having so much beef with a teenage girl that it’s literally the thing that kills you

Couldn’t be me lol

[shorthaltsjester]

if i keep seeing so many people refer to ayden as an indication of an unknown softness in pelor i will start setting things on fire. just because YOU cannot handle nuance does not mean the story of exandria has not contained it and done so consistently. in fact the first in depth interaction that any party had with pelor (vex becoming his champion) was a portrayal of him that was explicit in his complexity. taken straight from the transcript for 1x104 elysium, “[vex you] spin and look, whereas there once was a burning star-- and to the rest of [vox machina], you see the painful, endless light that averts your gaze-- it doesn't hurt your eyes as much, and you can see the faint features, the soft cheeks, the hairless head, and the bright warm eyes of he who brings the dawn. And you can see the smile there, behind the light. “there is hope.”” sunlight can warm you and burn you in equal measure.

that burning image of the sun has much in common with a teenage boy who steps into a dark room, and reminds the dm that it’s not dark. the same way that a teenage boy who stands by as a woman who will not give up her worship of pelor is punished because he has more important responsibilities he must honour has much in common with a seemingly benevolent lord of the dawn might respond harshly to a cleric who asks if he is worth saving while he is trying to find a way to survive so he might keep helping to provide light. the gods aren’t simple and they never have been. i am as psyched about the particular angle that downfall is taking as anybody but it is already frustrating watching people act like the gods are suddenly more nuanced because they’re in literally mortal bodies when the entire Point of the gods in exandria in the various stories we’ve seen so far is that the only difference they have with mortals is the bounds of their power. they carry all the same flaws and the same profundity. just because so much of the fandom has reduced that to black and white flatness or faulty mapping onto real world religions (or the various traumas those might have caused individuals) doesn’t mean that complexity has been missing at all from the story.

[kozmicmizuu]

a silly lil thing i had in my brain…. more uzurengiyuu… and wives cause they’re pretty

in honors of the newest demon slayer ep frfr

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shinobu, noticing giyuu’s wearing a ring: oh? what’s with the rings??

giyuu; i’m married

shinobu: what-

giyuu: i’m still processing it myself

shinobu: to who?? help me process this…

giyuu: tengen and rengoku

shinobu: WHAT

giyuu: rengoku proposed to me with a half eaten ringpop, tengen had an actual ring, and hina, suma and makio just grabbed me and told me im their husband now

shinobu: … oh my god

giyuu: my bloodline is now secure and i got myself some babes, life is good

shinobu: i can’t believe this

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i’m so sane about them i promise,,, giyuu went from being lonely to having two husbands and three wives, he has that autistic rizz dont fuck with him

sigh…. i love them all

[actually-autisticc]

HOLY FUCK HAZBIN HOTEL IS OUT

[wtftaylr]

some 'on the boat back from fortification hill' goofs. This looks like the beginning of a beautiful one-sided friendship

[stark-lord]

Constantly plagued with thoughts of Edwin now knowing he enjoys being courted and Charles (compulsive charmer) with a whole new arsenal up his sleeve (laser focus on Monty’s whole deal)

“I mean, my smile is prett-y convincing” yeah yeah okay I can see where this is heading. Outlook not so good (for me)

[britcision]

Indie ttrpg designers

We seem to be back in the “dnd sucks why don’t you just play Other Games (yours)” and I have a single question for you in return

Do I get to roll a d20?

Because I like the d20

That shape pleases me

I do not wish to roll a random amount of d6s or d8s or any of them other fuckers

I wish to roll the d20 because icosahedrons please me

I will also accept d12 but the other shapes all have less mouthfeel so if that’s what your game’s based on, it is not for me

I’d also prefer more than four stats but I’m not gonna lie it is the shape of the math rocks so like

Rec your d20 based indie ttrpgs friends cuz every single one I’ve opened is them little cube fuckers or the double pyramid and I Require Round