#t$$ au

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Kaius but he is a kiwi Bird living in a zoo and Hunter is a musty city pidgeon that tries to eat his food but ends Up falling in love with him

"whatcha gonna do about it?"

[hilacopter]

tbh ryoko kui cooked with this one why is this the funniest image I have ever seen

[rika-mortis]

Bonus:

[daftpatience]

haruhi is forever in my heart a sort of boy thingy

[arttsuka]

Perhaps Bill Cipher annoying Stanley or another member of the Pines family. (Or if you feel up to multiple, everyone e within the Pines family. Only if you want to though)

Have you ever seen that one handyman Bill au

[chipper-smol]

star abducted :3

[thali-lemmonpie]

"There is a whole galaxy out there. Full of people who will reach for you. You have to let them. Find that person who seems farthest from you, and reach for them. Reach for them. Let them guide you."

[steampoweredwerehog]

Employee 427 is getting weirder by the day

[sm-baby]

What's the box on kinger's neck?

:3c I've only had ONE person point this out, but all the AIs have a sort of neckpiece. This is on purpose. I had to adjust Ragathas and Pomni's a little more to make it more clear uwu

what are the neckpieces for you ask? well, *RUNS AWAY*

[pastelpaperplanes]

I am hungry

I have been hungry

I was born hungry

[cymk8]

🏒💃💃⛸ SHE GAVE HER A CHANCE!!!!!

[befuddled-calico-whump]

The Revenge Stream: Part Two

contains: torture, knife whump, burning, gore, red room setting, adult language, noncon nudity

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The poll comes to a close, ‘cut off his tattoo’ in the lead. 

“You all have good taste," the host says with a laugh. "I was hoping you'd pick that one.” The knife is back in their hand when they step towards Shepard. He's watching them, eyes narrowed and wary, and you realize he doesn't know what's coming. How could he? You briefly wonder how it must feel, watching someone with a knife and unknown intentions creep closer, but as the anticipation rises, the thought fades.

The host jerks their chin up, as if gesturing. “Ay Uriel, ven aquí.”

One of the gunmen responds to his call, slinging their rifle over their shoulder and moving to stand behind Shepard. They grip his shoulder, one hand winding in his hair to keep him steady as the host traces the bottom of his tattoo with the knife’s tip.

“Mark of a killer,” they murmur. “Taking away a lion's mane doesn't make him any less a lion.” They press into Shepard's flesh, and blood wells up beneath the blade. “But it might tame his pride.”

They outline the tattoo in red. You can tell they're trying to be neat, but Shepard is squirming under their hands, turning the lines jagged as blood trickles down his chest. The host repositions the knife at the bottom of the wound, pinching torn skin between their fingers and working the blade under the targeted area.

Shepard screams as they begin to pull away the inky flesh, but it sounds choked. Bitten off. He's still trying to hold back. It's probably close to five minutes before the host stands, looking triumphant as they hold the flap of skin between a red-stained thumb and pointer. The flesh is almost too bloody to make out the shape of the bird that had once been stamped onto Shepard's chest.

The man in the chair is panting, a tremor in his shoulders. Uriel's hand is still keeping his head up, but if it were gone, you know he'd be hunched over.

The host tosses the cut skin aside, and it hits the ground with a wet slap that makes you cringe.

“Almost looks good,” they say, turning on their heel and making a show of inspecting Shepard’s newest wound. “But my uncle always told me to see a task through, and the edges aren't looking too clean. I think they need smoothing.”

They dip behind the camera, coming back with their fingers curled around a new tool. The electric sander. The one they teased earlier. 

Shit. Are they really gonna..?

They power it on, and Shepard flinches at the high pitched whirring that suddenly fills the room.

Oh fuck. You're not sure you can watch this. Your own chest is tingling with sympathy pains just at the thought of it. Still, you can't bring yourself to look away as the host lowers the sander onto Shepard's chest, pressing it into the open wound.

This time, he isn't able to choke down his scream. He throws his head back, thrashing against his restraints as the host holds the device against him. The vibrations send tiny splatters of blood in every direction, almost like sparks under a welder. It feels like an eternity passes before they finally let up.

The sander is dripping crimson, the color almost cartoonish. Unreal. The host seems to sway a bit as they move to set it down. As they pass behind the camera, you hear a clattering, followed by the sound of a door swinging open, then shut. Did they just leave?

It seems to be the case, as Uriel drops Shepard, moving back to their spot behind the camera.

“We will resume soon,” they say, voice deep and even. “For now, choose what is next.”

A moment later, a new poll appears.

Close the wound with fire.

Electrocution.

You briefly hover over the lower button, but hesitate to click it. Nope. You don't need to make yourself a part of this. Just watching is enough.

The new options stay up longer than the previous polls, the room silent aside from Shepard's hissing breaths and the occasional shuffle of the gunmen. You know the wait is due to the host's absence, but where did they go? Was the last torment too much for them? You guessed they were young based on their voice, but you'd assumed they were experienced with the whole torture thing based on their casual attitude. Maybe it was just a front.

At last, you hear the door open.

“Estás bien?”

“Fine.” 

“Quieres que me lleve el siguiente?”

“Lo tengo.” The host steps back into frame. “And we are back, ladies and gentlemen. I see you want to burn this asshole. Well, we can make that happen.”

There's something in their hand, and your heart picks up as you realize it's a handheld blowtorch. You watch as they lift it, hitting the switch and letting the fire roar to life. When they turn to face Shepard though, they falter, the torch going dead in their hand.

“I…” They turn back to the camera. “I think I'll let Uriel have a little fun with this one. Guy's earned his share.”

Wordlessly, Uriel steps forward to take the torch, his free hand brushing the host’s shoulder in a gesture that looks like it's meant to be comforting.

You don't get much chance to read into it before he's bearing down on Shepard, torch glowing in his hand. The man in the chair has his eyes locked on the approaching figure, face twisted into a scowl. Uriel doesn't say a word as he lowers the torch onto Shepard's open wound.

You only catch a split second of it—the skin bubbling and burning—before you have to turn away, Shepard's scream ringing in your ears. Only when his ragged cry tapers off do you dare to look up. His skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, his face contorted in pain. 

The host's voice calls from offscreen. “I think that's enough excitement for one night, folks. We'll leave you with one final decision. How should we keep our guest comfortable until the morning?”

As they speak, what you assume is the final poll of the night appears.

Blindfold him.

Use a more durable gag.

Gag and blindfold him.

Three options this time. Would it really be so bad if you voted for one? Who knows if you'll ever see anything like this again; will you regret not participating?

Probably not, you think as the poll closes, the third option coming out the winner. This is already a night to remember.

“Excellent choice, everyone!” The host says as they check the results. “I can't say I envy this fucker.”

The gag comes out first. You watch Shepard as the host approaches him, certain he'll fight this, but he allows his jaw to be manhandled open, not protesting as the gag is shoved between his teeth. 

You're almost disappointed. The first session is wrapping up and this so-called murderer has meekly taken everything the host has thrown his way. The blindfold goes on next, and while he sits still for it, you see his fists clench as it's tightened over his eyes. The host pats his cheek, and Shepard flinches back, the movement almost imperceptible.

“There’s a good boy. Keep this up and maybe I'll give you a treat.” They turn back to the camera. “Well, that's all for now folks. Keep your eyes peeled for the next—”

“Gabriel.” A woman's voice, sharp and urgent, cuts them off. “No seas estúpido.”

Even though you can't see their face, the host… Gabriel seems to balk. “Um. Everyone, meet Lu. Another member of our cast and crew.”

A fourth figure strolls onscreen, dressed in the same greys as the rest. Same mask, too. Gabriel is taller than her, but they have a similar build, similar voices. You wonder if they're related.

The woman, Lu, gives the camera a brusque, acknowledging wave before turning her attention to the host.

“Are you leaving him like this?” she asks, gesturing towards Shepard. His head lifts, pointing towards her voice, though you know he can't see.

Gabriel shrugs. “Yeah? We're done for the day. Don't tell me you of all people think it's too harsh—”

“I thought you had a better head on your shoulders,” she snaps. “Qué pasa cuando apagas la cámara y cierras la puerta?”

“I…”

“He,” she points an accusing finger at Shepard, “would gnaw off his own arm to get free of a cuff. Esto no es suficiente.”

Gabriel slouches forward dramatically, in the moment looking more like a sulking teenager than a confident host. Perhaps they've forgotten the cameras are rolling. “Qué se supone que haga? Está atado.”

“You're a smart boy,” Lu says. “I'm sure you'll figure out something.” She strides back out of frame, casting one final remark at Gabriel. “Find a way to keep him down, or you'll wake up to him cutting your throat.”

The door closes, and Gabriel sighs, hands going to his hips. Behind him, Vic is very still, his body tensed like a coiled spring.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner,” he says, giving it a flourishing swing. “Let's see how his knees hold up against this.”

“Well folks, guess we have time for one more event,” Gabriel says, moving behind the camera. “Keep him down.” You hear the sound of tools on the table, shifting around.

“I guess…” He steps back into frame, gloved hand wrapped around the handle of a claw hammer. His voice takes on a more confident edge as he extends it towards the camera.

•

[pigeonstab]

@somegrumpynerd :3c Cross getting his first toy ever

I think it's the kind of thing he brings everywhere cuz it's his comfort item.. and he's never had a comfort item before

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FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 36-39)

* To note. Her hands are scaly. * And...unexpectedly wet?

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[guaxinimraccoon]

"I hope you understand what you're getting yourself into when siding this... thing, Tobias. You can't regret it later"

"I regret not doing it sooner"

[zoe-oneesama]

She can’t have THAT much sway, just look at her shoes!

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