#things that the killers are not allowed to do

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Okay yall! Time to infodump about a Forsaken/Block Tales Idol AU (K-Pop Demon Hunters my beloved-), teehee!!!!

Let's start of simple, with explaining the lore since it differs from K-Pop Demon Hunters noticeably. For one, the Honmoon is known as the Heights, and- while it is strengthened by support from the fans- it's kept together by the Swords.

Think of the Heights as like... a giant dome that protects the world. The Swords are like its support pillars, and those pillars and the durability of this dome are strengthened by fan support and music.

There are seven Swords, each (well, almost each) with its own Guardian that is supposed to perform and have fans to strengthen the Heights. MC is (sort of) one of these Guardians.

Rough example:

Speaking of MC, lemme yap about her!! (yeah, she's a girl. I got a lot of non-binary/genderfluid/gender-is-up-for-interpretation MCs and I wanna have a strong woman as a protag (also because this way I can comment on the ridiculous standards for women in the K-Pop/Idol industry. FOOLS I CAN DO SOCIAL COMMENTARY IN A YANDERE FIC HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA))

For one, rather than being a part of a trio of idols, is a solo idol (sorry if this term is wrong, I don't know too much about K-Pop but I sure know the controversies...). She's actually going to be the next Guardian of the Ghostwalker, and is basically set to be Shedletsky's replacement. Due to this, she basically lives at Roblox HQ with the Admins (plus Taph).

She's generally a pretty silly type of girl, who I designed to be like if Rumi, Mira, and Zoey all combined into one girl and then that girl combined a bit with Feather (the MC from the Eyes series) and Bunny (the MC from my Block Tales thing).

Here's some doodles of what (she can) look like! (As she's an MC, her appearance is basically up to interpretation.)

MC isn't necessarily the current Guardian of the Ghostwalker, though. Technically, Shedletsky (or Telamon) protects it, but MC performs since technically he's too "old" to perform now (please note he's in his early 40s (in his human form)).

If I could describe how she sings, listen to Rachie songs. That's how I personally think MC sounds when she sings.

Why hasn't she fully taken over for Shedletsky? Well... her soul isn't necessarily "purified". And... well... she has a couple big secrets she keeps from the Admins...

Namely that she's half demon.

Of course though, MC isn't only friends with the Admins. She sneaks out into public often and has some friends out there she tries to hang out with when she isn't busy performing, preparing to perform/entertain people, or fighting demons. She also likes meeting new people!

Then the goddamn Spectre (basically Gwi-Ma in this) approved of a demon band to go try to steal away the fans/steal the Swords and weaken the Heights drastically to allow them to escape into the rest of Roblox, servering the split between Roblox and the Banlands (the Banlands are where demons are trapped basically unless they find weak spots in the Heights they can sneak through, resulting in folk like MC or others involved in defending the Heights and Roblox to go deal with them).

This art of reference as to how it happened (I like the idea the Banlands is basically just a giant baseplate thingy with a red sky thanks to the Spectre):

And just MC's luck they decided to go after the Ghostwalker first. Cue MC absolutely pissed because there's a fucking demon/killer band stealing fans and also trying to take the damn Ghostwalker.

And its not just five demons! There are other demons causing problems too (including other Killers from Forsaken like c00lkidd and Guest 666).

(I made Jason replace Sussy and Guest 666 replace Derpy, mwehehehe).

And after the demon band shows up, Shedletsky basically loses all connections with the other Guardians and is worrying about the safety of all the Swords.

So MC is sent out on a quest to go ensure the other Swords are safe and trying to win over more fans than the demon band (they're called the "K1llers" too), with the quest disguised as a tour. Cue shenanigans, yanderes, and lots of events (both happy and angsty and all the things in between).

Will I write this? Probably, this is a fun idea I wanna make more for. Though ima try to fufill more requests first and hear how people think about it.

So... what do yall think of this story I may make from the bits of info I have given?

[sharkbitten-sailor]

GUESS WHAT GRIMS BACK FOR SECONDS.

Alright imagine this for the one of a kind au

The forsaken group end up in sonaria kinda like the thing you made

But we just go absolutely feral and go into hunting mode, why? Because we are basically a apex predator and we haven’t ate in who knows how long, AT THIS POINT WE DONT EVEN CARE WHAT SONARIAN CREATURE WE KILLIN WE GOTTA EAT.

And then Those fuck ass meteor showers, acid rain, thunderstorms and etc happen cuz we can’t have a day of peace.

But at least we can finally go into tier 4 and 5 creatures with out destroying anything

Anyway in the nutshell the killers and survivors have to hold us back from going completely feral (which doesn’t work to a point) cuz technically they are tier one (tiny) and we I honestly don’t know AND OH THEN WE GO FIGHT A WARDEN AND SOMEHOW WIN ALTHOUGH WITH A LOT OF WOUNDS BUT WE KEEP GOING NOT GIVING A THOUGHT ABOUT OUR INJURIES BECAUSE WE ARE RIGHT NOW FERAL.

Eventually we calm down and pick all of them up and go to a cave somewhere to not get hit by the acid rain, and after we just kind fly, swim and run around with the survivors on our back around the world of sonaria while dodging molten lava, avalanches, acid rain, meteor shows, tornadoes and etc cuz this world like forsaken can’t give us peace, after all its

Kill or be killed

That’s the bitter truth which the forsaken crew learns and something we have known for some time now

welcome back grims anon! honored to have your madness return to my inbox with another certified peak masterpiece 🫶

to say, your creativity is on a whole other tier/gen. like, GENIUS.

but this is so real im crying/j. if i had 10 deaths, half would be from those stupid disasters💔

anyway lets dive into survivors / killers’ reactions before i have to go to my extra class. also deepest apologize if i got your ideas wrong i dont have much time atm（；´д｀）ゞ

the common reaction across survivors would be absolute fear / caution. not because you’ve done anything intentionally, but because you growl, hiss, and your eyes have that “i’ll bite first, ask never” look constantly. they’re living beside a living tempest.

the sentinels (minus a certain cultist) try their best with cautious gestures, such as PHYSICALLY KNOCK YOU DOWN (dw it’s not hurt it’s just like sibling bonk. at least to you ig,,) problem is, they’re never sure if it’ll settle you down or make things worse instead of better. they’re walking a tightrope every time you twitch.

007n7 and elliot cling to diplomacy. “...hey- maybe take a breath?...” while your claws are halfway through stone.

builderman and dusekkar keep their distance. thankful, sure, but still wary of you. they keep to an arm’s length most of the time.

jane doe stands somewhere in the middle. still, others can tell there’s a quiet worry in her eyes.

noob does the same, though it’s purely out of fear. they need comfort patrol on duty 24/7. poor lil pal.

two time? yea no. they’re on divine dial-up, praying to the spawn for disaster control. or at the very least, a bit of breathable air.

taph, like a sweet soul he is, gets it. understands your rage on a molecular level. offers rocks, sticks, soft leaves, and even preens your wings if you let them. they do it gently, like trying to remind you what tenderness feels like.

and the disasters... don’t even start. floods and earthquakes are the absolute worst (im projecting) they move, and they force you to move, dragging half the crew behind you

transport logistics are wild: some survivors ride on your back, some cling like windblown flags, and the unlucky few (aka guest, chance, and 007n7) get the collar grab treatment. looks like a mother cat relocating her kittens.

shedletsky’s living the dream. sits on your head like it’s the best seat in sonaria. surprisingly, you allow it

... when you’re stable i think,,

as for the killers? well, they will have their own way to solve problems. perhaps.

things would go like: 1x and azure brawling in some random corner, c00lkid trembling (thunder and meteors freak him out) while jason pats his back, john doe zoned out nearby (not even blinking), guest 666 staring blankly at the acid rain like a dog watching water fall, doombringer’s one twitch away from total annihilation, mafioso hating every second here and noli off to the side, joking memes to himself or whoever happens to be nearby.

[that’s it for now, i’ll expand it later in the future / gotta save up contents gang]

unless they stick with you, someone who’s lived this hellscape. but then they’ll have to face the survivors gang head-on.

ironic, right? there’ll be an entire circus trust

you’re the wall now. the last barrier keeping them from ripping each other apart before your own hunger kicks in. wait who said that-

i imagine you’d shapeshift into ardor warden (or something close enough) low budget, obviously. not that it matters tho. you’re massive just enough to stretch across the cave floor and block every frantic climb attempt from either side.

... except shedletsky & 1x / azure & two time. they never stop detest each other’s breath like it’s poison. you have to either shake your body or grab them down like misbehaving cats when they get too rowdy. they always hiss back, claws out, trying to tear through your skin / fur. somehow it never works.

jane huh? just block john out of her view and let her settle into the madness of your fur. she’s been through enough, and you’re the closest thing to peace she knows here.

the killers may be the pain in the ass most of the time, but at least they’re useful. 1x and noli can scout for supplies during acid rain. for some reason, that mess barely affects them.

guest 666 is your swim champ whenever flood hits. you could go yourself, sure. but then who’s babysitting the two gangs trying to maul each other?

that said, the actual problem is: it’s not what they can do, it’s whether they’ll actually listen to you when it counts.

but there’s one thing they all know for sure.

this ain’t forsaken anymore. no more respawns or endless loops. they used to call this freedom, sweet release of death; but now? they’ve got bigger problems.

and you’re the only one here who doesn’t want to devour them alive. the only one who’s willing to help them survive.

after writing all this shi i just realized the spectre doesn’t even no-clip into sonaria which means all the nerfs vanish UGSHDHSD OKAY fine. just imagine the nerf still sticks to them for a little while AUGHGHGH

the tags are so long im crying

edit; have to tag again because DHUXHHUBCLELCBSH/ gen anger

[chiisana-sukima]

Anyway, when I was a young adult, I was a lot like Dean. I had a leather jacket and a v8 Camaro and was an EMT and, god, i loved driving way too fast and going into hellholes and carrying people out and doing cpr in the back of the rig and then going to roast beef joints and getting heart attack food about it. I hated pink and cute things and dolls and I might have had one single plushie that my foster sister gave me when I was a little girl (gn) that I was kind of ashamed of but wouldn't quite give up.

I went to nursing school though, and one of my friends brought me to ACoA (adult children of alcoholics), and she liked disney cartoons, and I said I especially hated Eeyore because he was so fucking sad all the time. And she said "he's so children know it's okay to be sad".

I am grateful to so many people in my life, and she is one of them. She opened my heart and made it larger and gave me more room for joy. I still love fast cars (I have a little two seater now) and roast beef grinders and I would still love saving people if I wasn't too disabled to do it anymore, and I think "how many people do you have to save"/"all of them" is a perfectly fine ethic to base your life around. But my daughter's very femme and I'm so immensely grateful I didn't get my gender stuff on her and it turns out I love plushies and I love Eeyore and cute things and the world is just beautiful and huge.

It's okay to not be strong all the time. That's a very hard lesson for me even to this day. It's okay that the human experience is too large for diametrically opposed categories to contain.

I think I would have turned out nonbinary even if my dad hadn't been the horrible, fucked up person he is. Curiosity and expansiveness seem innate in me along many different axes. But he was the horrible, fucked up person that he was, and I couldn't stand to experience my relationship with him as a girl, so I experienced it as a boy instead. Whatever one might think of that politically, I was ten years old, that's the way it was, and the past can't be changed.

For International Nonbinary People's Day, I would like to sincerely, with all the love in my heart, thank my friends on samblr who have graciously filled the role of my friend from nursing school for me, and allowed me to experience my past as a little girl too. And I especially want to thank bit @ptolemaeaszns for her Mini-Sam Saga. I haven't played with dolls since I was ten.

Anyway, here's my Sammy. He's not finished (eyes need painting, crown needs beads, hair needs fixing etc etc) but he's a big project and will take a while. He's a man. Sort of. Whose pronouns are sometimes he/him and sometimes she/her and sometimes I'll be kind to her and dote on her and dress him in a purple dog shirt and sometime i'll misgender him on purpose and send him to Hell and put her in chains and a wedding dress (Lucifer dressed her). Because life is too large to be contained by one means of expression. He's strong and weak. A basementwife and a stone cold killer. The Girlking of Hell and an innocent lamb sent to slaughter. There's no contradiction here. The world is big and so are we.

[horny-marbles]

Halloooo I loveeee your writing sosososooooo much. also this is my first time sending an ask so I’m nervous,, dont make fun of me Kimmie,, (joke)

So I honestly don’t think your version of Jack would be the type to have friends but like what if he did? What would his ‘friends’ be like? How would someone become ‘friends’ with him? Would they have to be like him or would he be more interested in someone who was the complete opposite of him? How would he treat them differently from others, or would he just treat them the same as everyone else? Also how would someone know that they’re friends with Jack?

Alsooo how would someone go about trying to be close to Jack? What would they have to do for Jack to even consider them being his ‘friend’ if thats even the word he would call it

I know this is such a long ask I’m sooo sorryyyyy

HIIIIII SWEETIE BABYPIE im awful at answering on time im sorry 💔

i LOOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEE yapping about my sweet baby angel gag it with the long ask bs babes, you're indulging me 😛😛

with great sadness in my heart i have to bite back the urge to self insert here because this man would NOT like me lmfao

so yes, he is very much a lone wolf, does not care for connection, he manages on his own, people are disappointing and most can't be trusted, especially the Notoriously Horrible Serial Killers™ in his world. but that doesn't mean he's completely ice cold to EVERYONE though.

i think this kinda answers what sort of people he'd allow close, but in a non romantic setting, trustworthiness and quiet are the two traits that won't immediately put you in the "avoid as much as possible" category. someone reliable and serious that only talks when it matters or just keeps to themselves, efficient enough to not drag anyone down with them. and to be fair, even then, it would take a ridiculous amount of time for him to even register you as respectable. jack is so used to others acting a certain way around him to gain something and it's hard to trust in something that's inevitable to change right? human nature isn't perfect, change isn't linear and always good, and he doesn't have time for that shit — it's not that he's scared of being fucked over and it's not a situation where he thinks he's better than anybody (quite the opposite), but why risk it when solitude never hurt him?

how you become friends is completely out of your hands. it's not a matter of when or how, it's a matter of if, and trying to get close to him will only push him further away. because how can he trust that in a world where this exact thing stole his sight and ruined his life? obviously his own issues come into play here, you may be entirely genuine and "meeting all the qualifications" and he'd still stay away to protect his peace just in case.

it all seems like a lost case until, randomly — after years of silence and dismissal — you notice the barest hint of acknowledgement from him. nothing obvious, maybe just a quiet "thanks" during a mission, maybe just a nod in passing, maybe nothing at all aside from how he doesn't leave a room immediately after you enter. but it's all so fragile under the surface, how you react is detrimental to that tiny imperceptible sliver of trust, but if you don't react? if you don't try to force your way in, if you don't change a thing about how you act with him? that's when he's slowly starting to relax.

you do get special treatment though. eventually. BIG key word eventually. the way he treats you when he finally comes around is already a world's difference from how he acts with anyone else, but he'll soften gradually. you'll get to see a smile every now and again (as small as it is), you'll get first class tickets to his dry ass sense of humor, and most importantly, you'll realize you've acquired somewhat of a guard dog. he doesn't go out of his way to be a hero but he'll always step forward when there's a threat, he'll make time specifically to treat you if you're wounded before tending to anyone else, and you'll notice this gentleness about him when he's around you that is so uncharacteristic it's almost uncanny. maybe because, despite himself, he realized that company — your company — can be safe and DARE HE SAY... enjoyable.

[6feathered6siren6]

Dive back in time(Ronin x Link Click! Reader)

Author's note: I legit had this idea for months and only got it recently. I love this show sm and wanted to write smth inspired. The power is based on Cheng Xiaoshi's power. I suggest this donghua if you want a show rec :3, anyway enjoy this dabble! o7

Trigger warnings:

Deaths

Kills

Link Click spoilers

ooc?

Ronin route spoilers?

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Developing the photos wasn’t hard. Not anymore. More becoming second nature. Now let them dry before you could do anything. You look at the case file again. 

You never suspected a cop of needing your help. Sure, the job you work was more commission based, but it was interesting. A job where people could come to you for things, but you required photos for this. Most clients were happy to pass photos to get their request done. Yet, a cop comes to you. 

Opening the file again, the case was a murder. Homicide. A man killed by a blunt object. But the case was linked to another, though not just one. It was for many cases, leading to the killer, The Devil’s Butcher. The cop was hoping you could at least give them a hit. 

Sure, they go to the sketchy street ‘witch’ to help them. Like they aren’t breaking anything by doing this. Whatever. 

Though, the cops allowed you to see the victims file, and you know you aren’t gonna enjoy this. An asshole, thick through thin. Homophobic, and from what the wife said, an abuser. Your mouth turned sour as you kept reading. Maybe you should charge them more for dealing with this… total a hole. 

Pulling the images off the rope, fully dried, you walked over to your couch, looking at the image. The cop sent where he was last seen, when he went out to eat, a picture with him, his wife, and his 2 kids, and lastly, a photo with him with a ‘mistress’. So he was the cheating type… great.

You sigh, you took the image of where he was last seen. You took a deep sigh, already preparing what you would have to do. And…

Clap!

You blink a few times, and there you were. In his body now, his perspective. You look at his hands, he was texting his mistress. Of course, not like he had a wife and kids. The perfect family image, ruined by his greed. You took a breath and tried to trace his steps to his death. 

Walking further down the street to hear a voice, “Daw, Saint Maria, I told you before, the devil can take care of himself.” A chuckle draws you to the alleyway. You look either side, looking down the alley that contains whatever that was. You know with this power you could change the present. If you walk down there… would you allow this man to live? But the question lies… would it be the crime scene that you have to witness become true? Letting your curiosity lead you, you walk further in. 

The wall is littered with graffiti and… blood? Great… This is where he got murdered. 

“Say hello to the devil, won’t cha?”

As you turn you see who it was, they cover their face with a mask, but you could see a beanie with horns, plum hair? Was it plum, red? You couldn’t tell with the lighting. But the last thing you saw was a crowbar striking down towards you. 

Blinking, you were back on your couch, hand on your chest. Heart raising and a horrible headache, but that was to be expected about the headache. But as you calm yourself, you question. 

Who was that?

It wasn’t until you talked to your cop client. 

“As nice as you are paying me, I got to know. Is there a killer out there? One with a mask?” You cross your arms, leaning on the wall as the cop collects the files he gave you. 

“There are many killers out there, Reader. I don’t know who you are talking about.” He organized the papers, before straightening them by tapping the papers on the table. 

“One with devil symbolism?” You even question if that was right, it could be wrong, and it was some weird thing. 

“Ah, The Devil’s Butcher.”

“The… Devil’s Butcher.” You let the words test on your lips. Maybe… Y’know what… you want to know more about him, so why not get personal about your curiosity. 

You looked him up, and The Devil’s Butcher became interesting. Sending yourself back in time to see what happens, into those photos. Reliving what the person did in those events. Learning more about the killer was becoming a problem, you ignored how much your body screamed for you to take a break. 

The things you were able to collect is that he didn’t like abusers, or complete assholes, so you do give it to him. But, he seems to refer to himself as the devil, so you question the killer’s name. Slowly, you change the past, sure each person always ends up dead, but you leave a trail. One he even suspects something happening. 

Your consciousness is conveyed into a woman, one that is apparently homophobic. But she was killed by him. So you start walking towards the alleyway, which was called Purgatory. Walk in, you saw… the killer unmasked. Plum hair, dark eyes, and he didn’t seem to care that you walked in. 

“Well, well. Is it the body hopper that is obsessed with the devil?” He smirks, pulling his crowbar to lay on his shoulder. 

You paused, you felt your breath stuck in your throat, he knew, not just suspected. “So..” You drew out the word, “You caught me… huh…” You awkwardly laugh. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to see the pattern. I got to know, sweetheart.” He strides forward. “What ability allows you to play with my victims?” 

You took a step back, and he kept getting closer to you. “Why don’t you actually show your face instead of being in the body of an asshole.” He gave you a smirk, and a swing of his crowbar, before you blink back onto your couch. 

You couldn’t catch your breath, you knew he suspected something, but not him knowing something about your powers. Both emotions and thought are everywhere, nothing makes sense. Your hand goes through your hair, brushing through the knots. You take a slow breath trying to calm yourself before the headache sets in again. But there is at least one consistent thought that stays in your mind for days. Should you go as yourself or go as his victim again?

It was until a week later, a decision that wasn’t all bad. At least, for the future you. You went as yourself, no power, and not getting killed as his victim. Maybe.

Your shoes echo the silent night, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, a perfect calm night. Your thoughts only consisted of him. What would happen? You know this might end badly for you. And even then, it all started just from a cop asking for help. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be in this chase of curiosity and interest. Falling into this grotesque rabbit hole for the Devil’s Butcher. 

As you enter the alleyway, the same one you see through his victims eyes, your hand trails the brick wall. The rough texture reminds you that you are here in your own body and not anyone else's. An alleyway that you never have physically be in, but one you know oh so well. 

You can smell the familiar rot in the empty alley, you continue to walk before you can see the familiar killer. He was smirking, you couldn’t see if he had his crowbar, but his dark eyes were on you.

“Well, well. Is this another body you lured for me? Another kill sacrificed to the devil, darling?” 

“No, it’s really me. The ‘body hopper’ as you call it.” The killer looks at you, walking towards you.

“So you finally show yourself? Gracing the devil with your presence huh… heh.” He finally stops, the devil killer was in front of you. He was looking at you up and down. “Thought you would continue to do so, and all so random, one moment you were looking at me with such fascination and the next acting so clueless.”

You did go into people’s consciousness at different times before they were murdered. You only grabbed his victims last photo they had then went to see him. Until now, you didn’t realize… you were a bit obsessed with him. You wanted to know what was under the mask, what made him.. Well, him. 

“You’re awfully quiet,” You didn’t know what to say to him. What could you say? That the police want him arrested? He most likely already knows. 

“Can’t someone just think?” You said, crossing your arms, even smiling at him. 

“Not a crime. But the devil really has to know what is going on in that pretty little head. After all, you have been chasing me down.” You could see he gained some kind of smugness. 

“You really want to know?” He nods at you. “You just got me curious, like I saw you once, and I guess… had to know the devil, see what makes hell burn for him.” 

After you said that, it was quiet. Then he laughs, as you raise an eyebrow, his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you along with him. “So, you're gonna help me start killing, darling? It was quite helpful.” 

You allow him to pull you, from someone who did small commission works for people who need a bit of help to be next to the devil. You haven’t told him nor how your ability works, but it was funny to think he does. At least, now you can learn a bit more of who the devil, or the Devil’s Butcher, is. A different adventure than the one you planned before.

[adanseydivorce]

prompt? ronan’s knees are sore from praying (catholic guilt moment) but he still gets down on them for adam. and maybe the pain kinda adds something 😏

oh love this! post last chapter of greywaren but before the epilogue! matthew is back but ronan is still very emotional.

Ronan hasn’t left St. Agnes in six hours. It’s quiet, empty. The priest isn’t even there. He had wondered in for confession, he had a long list. He wasn’t sure the priest would even know how to handle these sins. Ecoterrorism, being a God himself, etc. Pray the rosary fourteen times a day for the next three years and maybe Ronan Lynch will be forgiven.

He settles for kneeling, the kneelers in St. Agnes are worn, the cushion worn down from nearly a century of use.

His prayers are more a stream of consciousness. His thoughts. Laying everything at God’s feet. Prays about Matthew, Hennessy, Declan, Adam, Jordan.

He talks to God about Adam and his relationship. He wonders if that’s a sin within itself, he’s dealt with the guilt of being gay, but it’s fun to rip open old wounds every once in a while.

His thoughts, his prayers are more ramblings and when he’s run out of things to say, he gets up. His knees groan in protest. He still appreciates it. It’s nice to know that this human body still knows how to behave like one.

The drive back to the Barns is hell on his legs but he likes it. Makes him feel something.

He walks inside the house. Declan’s car is gone, Matthew is nowhere to be found. Neither are Jordan and Hennessy.

Adams sitting at the kitchen table, laptop open as he types away at assignments he makes up on account of being kidnapped by a literal serial killer. Harvard wasn’t entirely sure the protocol, so they gave Adam an extension for as much time as needed.

He walks over to the table. Stops beside Adam and says, “Hey.”

Adam leans up to face him, Ronan huffs and leans down to kiss Adam on the mouth softly.

It had taken them four days to properly kiss each other again. Adam had pulled away, after their first kiss reunited and said “Ronan Niall Lynch, if you ever do something like that again-”

He had cut himself off before finishing his sentence. Just tucked his face completely into Ronan’s neck and breathed heavily.

“Hi. Where’d you go?” Adam greets as Ronan slides into the chair beside him.

“Church. Where is everyone?”

“On a man-hunt for you.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. Declan’s extremely worried.”

Ronan feels the guilt wash over him much like a wave. Adam smirks.

“Oh, you asshole. If anyone was truly worried, you would be out there looking.”

“I knew you were in Lindenmere or at church. I knew you would come back to me, you aren’t allowed out of my sight for more than eight hours.”

Back to me, back to me, back to me.

“That still doesn’t answer the question of where everyone is.”

“Jordan took Declan to an appointment. Hennessy took off to go bother that woman, Carmen? Matthew and Opal are outside exploring the far barns. Sibling and niece and uncle bonding, I guess.”

“So the house is empty?”

They haven’t done anything yet. The furthest they’ve gotten was dry humping in the dark while making out. Feels juvenile, like they’re learning each other all over again.

Adam’s smirk grows. He reaches and undoes the drawstring on Ronan’s sweats.

Ronan lets him, but shifts so that he’s kneeling in front of Adam, fingers pushing at the waistband of Adam’s pants.

His knees are screeching in pain, but a mouthful of Adam is a good distraction. He hasn’t had the mental energy to deal with his hair, so it’s grown out into that awkward fluffy stage. Adam doesn’t seem to mind it. The burn of his knees and Adam’s grip on his hair fuels him to make this his best work yet.

[tsams-and-co-memes]

The Bloodmoon twins as nagas. They're separate, and while one of them has mostly red scales (various shades of red, to be exact), the other has a mix of dark, dark blue, silver, and (various shades of) red scales

They always do everything together, and they're extremely aggressive and hostile. To the point where they've become known human eaters. They eventually are deemed so dangerous that they can't be allowed to roam free, so they're kept in a special containment facility. They refuse to eat anything other than raw meat, and if anything other than that is presented to them, they'll get mad and try to eat whoever delivered the food

Nexus and Killer Sun are a couple other nagas that have to be kept in this facility (far away from the twins, at least)

Killer Sun has the same golden scales as normal Sun, but they're a bit scuffed up and worse for wear. In some places, he's torn out his own scales in favor of placing scales from various Moon variants that he's killed. He's more of a danger to other nagas than humans, but he can and will attack humans too, if he thinks it's necessary. He really only does what he wants, and he's unpredictable with a body count, hence why he's at the facility

Naga Nexus is there for,,, obvious reasons. He's aggressive and hostile, and has a tendency to lash out and hurt everyone around him. He's being kept at the facility as more of a research kinda thing, for the people that work there. They're studying him, and if they can find a cure or a solution to whatever it is that's made him so angry and dangerous, he MIGHT be able to be treated and then transferred over to a different facility for rehabilitation

......Where are the naga AU tsams/tlaes/teaps character designs. There are maybe,, a handful for canon fnaf Sun and Moon, and maybe a few extra for various interpretations of Eclipse. I think I've also seen a couple for Bloodmoon too, but that's it

Give me snake boy Solar, with autumn leaf colored scales, who's den is filled with trinkets and things that he's made. Give me snake lady Terra with iridescent scales, who collects pretty shells and rocks, and who loves gardening. Give me fuckin,,, giant titanoboa boy KC, who is the protector of his naga brethren, and gives everyone Uncle Iroh Advice™️

Give me Snake boy Sun, with golden scales, who decorates his den with interesting things that he's found, or snake boy Moon, with scales that look like the night sky, who is a guardian figure to his family and makes sure that they're not discovered by humans

How about snake boy Nexus, with black and purple scales, and slitted pupils and claws, who's aggressive and constantly ready to strike or lunge at anyone who gets too close. What about small snake boy Cosmo with iridescent sky blue scales, who's goofy and too curious about things for his own good. Or snake boy Ruin with black and white scales, who's a loner that occasionally swipes things from hikers, as a means to make stuff for himself

[deadbyoffering]

25 more things that the killers (mainly The Legion) Are not allowed to do

See the first 25 things that the killers are not allowed to do

First

26. Mr. Carter is not allowed to hold a petition on banning animatronics. Just because you didn’t like your fortune from Zoltar doesn’t mean you have the power to get rid of them.

27. Mr. Spencer’s chain hooks are not to be use as hook hangers or to hang laundry.

28. Mr. Ojomo bell’s is not to be used as a dinner bell, but it can be used as a fire alarm or to be summoned for a meeting.

29. Mr. Kovács or his associates are not allowed anywhere near a Renaissance Festival without supervision  ever.

30. If you open any chest during a trial, close it.

31. Killers are not allowed to suggest which survivors perk should be banned. Nerfing is enough as it is.

32. No one is allowed to pull the kill switch. Not even on your anyone birthday.

33. Movies that released before 1960s are no longer allowed to be shown during movie night. 

34. Use the restroom before a trial and not during it.

35. The Legion are not allowed to bring spray paint to tag walls anyone anything.

36. Cameras or any flash photography devices are prohibited in the trials with the exception for Mr. Johnson.

37. Maurice was found and has been returned to Mr. Hawk. The perpetrator, the Dredge, is not allowed to be within 50 meters of Maurice or Mr. Hawk property.

38. To clear up some confusion above, the Maurice seen in trials is not the real Maurice but a replica of him.

39. To clear more of the Dredge and the Maurice situation above, those who have reported that the Dredge still has Maurice in its body is just an illusion. 

40. Mr. Kovács or his associates are not allowed to be hired by the following: camping, raiding or intimidating individuals.

41. The Legion don’t have permission to let survivors to leave trials if they defeated them in break dancing, arm wrestling or can make Frank laugh with a comedy skit.

42. Miss Imai is not cosplayer who made a poor attempt as cosplaying the Predator.

43. No one is allowed to trained the crows to attack survivors if the killer is stunned during trials.

44.The Legion Anyone not is allowed to serve alcohol to survivors in the Dead Dawg Saloon or Mount Ormond Resort.

45. The Legion are no longer allowed to yell “hippy hoppy, get off my property” while wearing the Robbie The Rabbit costume. It was funny the first time, but after 48 times it became obnoxious.

46. Although we have the equipment for it, there will never be a snow boarding tournament.

47. Miss Imai’s drones are not to be tampered with. Neither it to be used as a target practice or trying to catch them with a butterfly net.

48. The water tower is not to be used as a pool or hot tub. 

49. Even though he’s the same age as his sister, Mr. Deshayes prohibited to drink alcohol.

50. No longer anybody is allowed to yell “Here’s comes the bees!,” when they see Mr. Cage.

[airenyah]

i need to talk about this line here for a second, because it's an attack on me personally. but not the english translation of it, no, it's the og thai line that really gets to me. because he says:

มันโอเค​นะเว้ย ที่จะมีความรักอ่ะ [man - oh-keh - ná wóiie • thêe - jà - mee kwaam rák - àh] it - okay - [particle] • that - will - be in love - [particle]

he specifically uses the term มีความรัก which is more like "to be in love". which means rather than "it's okay to love", this line is more accurately translated as:

It's okay to be in love.

and as someone who really really really struggles with self-acceptance for my own romantic feelings for others, this distinction is really important to me. i can deal with loving others. i love my family. i love my best friend (you really don't go here but hiiii @magsimags i love youuuu 😘 (i know you're rolling your eyes reading this as usual)(i don't care)(i love you)). i love my other close friend. i love my summer camp gang. i love my friend that style reminds me of. i love each and every single one of the friends i've made in this fandom over the past few years (you know who you are 💖). i KNOW it's okay to love. i do it all the time. loudly. as evidenced by the fact that i just HAD to tag my best friend in this post to publically tell her i love her even though she really doesn't care about my thai blorbos, just because i really couldn't NOT tag her to tell her i love her. anyway. i can love. loving is fine.

but to be in love??? that's a whole different story. having (in my case romantic) feelings for someone feels like a heavy burden. it feels humiliating. i hate it. i don't want it. it stresses me out. and the person i have feelings for especially can't ever know about it. see, i will talk about my crushes/romantic feelings, but mostly to family and friends (the better they know the person i have feelings for, the harder it gets for me to admit to it), and even then the word "be in love" won't ever come out of my mouth in my native language. in english it's easier, but in my native language i just can't say it. it feels heavy. it makes me cringe. being in love is horrible.

so when style said "it's okay to be in love" specifically? that was a punch to my gut. because this is a truth i have not yet managed to accept for myself. and if the person i had feelings for specifically told me "it's okay to be in love" so firmly and so earnestly? yeah, i would crumble too

[cassiagallo]

"I don't think she'd put a bounty on my head, she'd come for me in the middle of the night herself." Which reminded her why she'd initially hesitated when she'd been first asked to care for the home while her friend went on a backpacking trip in europe for a few months.

There were so many other questions she wanted to ask in regards to this safe house and her ability to just unlock a door with whatever objects she had tucked away on her. But she decided that it was probably best to keep those questions at bay for the time being— maybe until they were both loosened up with alcohol.

Peering down at her drink, she took a sip and then placed it on the counter when it dawned on her that she could have welcomed someone from the mob into her friend's home. There wasn't a reason for her to hurt her but she'd willingly told her that she had a safe house and knew how to break into a house, and of course, Cassia hadn't thought twice about inviting her in like an idiot.

It could have been a case of overthinking like the time she'd heard some cracking in her first apartment and convinced herself someone was living in her attic for a good month.

Then she continued speaking and Cassia conveninently placed herself across the island from her as she smoothed her hands on the surface while she tried to think of what she could do if shit hit the walls. "Like, if someone was putting an hit on me. Would they maybe send someone like you to come and do the job? You know, cause I haven't done anything so I shouldn't be worried about that but I'm just talking out loud to talk... and also like, out of curiosity."

She hadn't touched her glass since it was served, swallowing hard while she tried to play it cool but she was certain that she was trembling like a leaf at this point. Luckily, she knew the house and could use the amazon forest in the house to her benefit. Her gaze scanned the room until they fell on the stack of knives before it flicked back to her.

At the cheers, Cassia held onto her glass and approached slightly, flashing her a smile. "Cheers to all of that."

She took a casual drink and then set it down before her gaze flicked around. "It's been something. I just want to make it out alive until my friend comes back because doing this is such a nice thing and you know, these plants would die without me."

Was she pleading for her life? Maybe.

"The lock," she said with a nod and flashed her a smile. Now she was almost wondering if she'd overreacted because what kind of killer was leading her outside and potentially allowing her to escape. "Let's do that first."

Sonny lets out a soft laugh, the sound low and rough-edged like it doesn’t get much airtime these days. She leans her hip against the counter, one hand already curling around a bottle of vodka as she listens, the other grabbing two mismatched glasses like it’s second nature.

“Well,” she says, pouring without asking how much, because the answer is always more, “if anyone’s putting a bounty on your head, it won’t be because of me. Unless you actually do kill those plants—then I make no promises.”

She hands over a glass with a little smirk, but there’s warmth in her tone now. Teasing, sure, but not sharp. “Besides, I think we passed the Are you a criminal? checkpoint somewhere between breaking into a demon house and me offering to teach you how to pick a lock.”

She takes a sip, eyes flicking over Cassia again with that vaguely amused, always-scrutinizing look—like she’s trying to fit the girl into a box and keeps realizing she doesn’t quite fit in any of the usual ones.

“And for the record,” she adds, nodding toward her, “you are pretty. But trust me, the people who come knocking when shit hits the fan? They don’t care how good your eyeliner looks. So yeah, safe houses come in handy when you’ve got people with guns, grudges, or worse trailing your shadow. Been there, done that. Still got the limp.”

She taps a knuckle against her own knee at that, a throwaway gesture that hints at some story she has no intention of telling—at least not yet.

“But hey,” she adds, lifting her glass toward Cassia’s, “to bartenders, and plants that don’t die. And to vodka, the great equalizer. May it blur your memory just enough to forget how many leaves you’ve accidentally killed this week.”

She clinks their glasses lightly, then drinks, letting the silence hang just long enough to feel companionable.

“…and for what it’s worth,” Sonny adds after a beat, quieter now, “if this place really is cursed? You’ve already lasted longer than most. That must count for something.”

She sets the glass down, then grins again, sharp and familiar. “Now come on, killer. Let’s see if I can teach you to break into your own damn house before you start drinking too much to remember it. Or if you'd prefer, I can give you a quick tour and lesson on the houseplants. At least half of them, I've heard could be used for spells.”

[howlsofbloodhounds]

need more killer smut/nsfw that actually turns out to be killer angst because oh fuck he’s dissociating or oh fuck triggered stage switch or something like that

[silusvesuius]

weakest altmer female and strongest dunmer male

[queenerdloser]

i just finished dark heir

[abrahamvanhelsings]

if you would ever like to elaborate further on the mountain dog/hunting dog joplittle dynamic you mentioned in the tags of that “Blanky about to lose his leg” gifset…. inquiring minds are simply piqued 👀

hi sorry that this took me. FOREVER. i didn't have time to answer the ask at first then i did it halfway and didn't have time again and i promise you this ask has been hounding me (hah hah) since the day it appeared in my inbox but i never seemed to be able to make the time to reply to it asfjdfjfd anyway! here it is now :')

ok im basing the idea of hunting dog = jopson and mountain/working dog = little on their respective personalities, the way they seem to think and how they react to specific circumstances. and slightly on their physiques as presented in the series but that's of minor importance. ofc both of them are loyal and listen well to superiors - to one man in particular, which is fairly common among dog breeds as well (i.e. whoever trained them), so that's not necessarily distinctive, but it does ofc make them dog-coded in general. but there are many many ways in which to be dog-coded and they're very different abt it so!

why i think jopson is more hunting dog coded is bc he is extremely competent, but quietly so, not noticeable until it becomes necessary. he's very skilled at providing specific information about the crew and the general goings-on around terror to crozier, and he becomes more focused in highly tense situations - in fact these are moments where he specifically stands out for how well-suited he seems to the task. and he is not aggressive, but there is definitely a sharpness to him that he can and does direct to those who threaten him or crozier first and foremost.

and all that really does remind me of hunting dogs - a good hunting dog is extremely well-trained, knows exactly what he is supposed to do, listens to commands, and stays at his master's side. im thinking especially of pointing dogs, i.e. dogs that point a hunter in the direction of prey that they have sensed:

these are of course very precarious situations wherein a hunter relies on his dog to steer him, and if hunter or dog make a wrong sound or movement, they may alert prey to their presence. there's a a correspondence here between dogs trained for these moments of focus to jopson, who is crozier's silent aid but also excels in such tense situations, and who is decisive, swift and capable. and i think it's really funny that being 'birdy' is a wanted trait in these dog types, bc 'i've shot smaller hawks than you' the comparison literally writes itself. also, pointers/setters tend to be lean dogs, which i think coincides well with jopson's natural elegance and grace

edward on the other hand is supposed to be sturdy, good-natured and broadly dependable. he appears increasingly anxious in the series, but that is because he is shouldering a lot of responsibility throughout it all. he'll take the insults and he'll take the extra tasks and he'll do it with barely a complaint. in fact it makes me think of the fact that dogs treated badly can come to exhibit traits that are not desirable in the breed at all. imo edward in ep 1 displays what i would call the desirable traits of, say, the bernese mountain dog, but events and crozier change that very rapidly.

you can fuck up any dog if you treat it badly for long enough, and edward is an abused dog to me.

id also say that edward is generally amiable, though he will make a point when he feels it is absolutely necessary, and he does have an innate want to protect what or whom he finds important, though he is seldom if ever very aggressive about it. he has an intense feeling of responsibility for the crew and the expedition as a whole, set against his feelings of loyalty towards crozier, who he wants to please almost at any cost as well. and then of course he also has a large family.

'search and rescue work'. yeah. and then of course mountain dogs are generally of a sturdy build. obviously matthew mcnulty is no absolute unit but by god the series tried their hardest to make edward appear like a well-built countryside boy. and by god does he try to carry every burden ever on those shoulders, like a dog pulling a cart bc that's what it was trained to do and it was enjoyable once. and he seems practically immune to scurvy and fares well in the cold, which, again, very mountain dog of him.

additionally, newfoundlands (neptune!) aren't mountain dogs, but they're big, sturdy, excellent swimmers, and therefore often used for rescue, so that's also a breed i associate with ned.

[thepoison-thecure]

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[fourteenfifteen]

there’s really something in bill and wendy’s relationship to holden like you meet this guy and he’s brilliant and so young and he has these ideas and as you get into working with him you discover that he cares about what you’re doing with an intensity that leaves no room for anything else including himself and you watch as his morals loosen and as he retreats from his life outside of work (and when his single minded focus on work leads to his girlfriend dumping him he just… decides not to date) but he’s brilliant and he’s ingratiated himself so far into the work that you’d be way less effective without him. everyone recognizes this everyone knows you need him but many also recognize his general instability and only you really know the full scope (panic attacks, a week where he fell off the grid, the things he’s willing to say and do to make an interview work). and despite yourself you love him and want him to be happy and you need his intensity but you can’t let him take it too far and ruin the project or sustain some harm he can’t recover from and now part of your job description is to try to not only reign him in around others but also to try to keep him safe from himself