#time out for murder boyo

[cloudyskydreams]

Scenario: the sanses are being chased by a murderer and when they get cornered in the woods bonewalker shreiks and tears the murderer into tiny bits and pieces before dragging the end body to their cave (he protects his friends)

HOW DO THE SANSES REACT?!

Bonewalker to the rescue!!! They're quickly becoming one of my favs to see in my inbox lol.

To set the mood boyos magic is depleted so they can't really fight back, they've been running for ten minutes straight now and it's getting darker and darker in the woods. Their souls are screaming out with hopelessness. When all of a sudden a loud shriek causes the attacker to pause and then try and run. The boys are shocked to see Bonewalker quickly emerge from where they were hidden in the trees and tear into the attacker ripping flesh and muscle from bone. Once done Bonewalker stands up and looks over his friends checking to make sure they're alright before grabbing his now dismembered prey and bringing it home.

Thanks Buddy I guess you're alright: Sans, Red, Edge,Stretch

You could've been less murdery but thanks for the assist anyways: Papyrus, Willow,Blue

Trying not to slip into an episode from what they just watched: Willow, Axe

Sans, Red, Edge, And Stretch are thankful for the chance coincidence of Bonewalker being in the right place right time to save their lives. They probably feel a little indebted and will treat Bonewalker better now.

Blue and Papyrus are also thankful but they do think it could have been less gorey and uh murdery. They're a tad traumatized honestly everyone is a bit traumatized from the whole situation.

Axe and Willow can handle some blood and gore I mean come on with everything they dealt with they're not going to crumble now they're strong motherfuckers. It was just so violent, so brutal and animalistic it triggers them somewhat.

Axe is excited he smells the blood and he's hungry he wants some, he might follow Bonewalker and might even fight him if he doesn't get some. Let's hope Willow can calm down quick enough to stop him.

Willow is sick and on the verge of a full blown panic attack the weight of his "sins" settling on him making him feel small and awful. He's freaking out someone help him please.

[jamiesfootball]

Augusnippets Day 3

Heatwave

cw: none. somehow this is also pure fluff

Summary:

Colin knew the rule. Above all else, there was one sacred rule, and it followed the Greyhounds from the showers at home to the dressing rooms away to every pool area they travelled to as a group: Always bring your shower slides.

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Sam kicked towards the edge of the pool. He answered his phone.

“Colin! Where are you-“

“Don’t tell Isaac.” 

Sam glanced over his shoulder. Their valiant captain had declared himself half-lifeguard, half-referee in the brutal game of chicken occurring on the other side of the pool. Richard and Jan made for worthy adversaries, with Jan’s height and Richard’s willingness to play dirty, but Dani and Jamie were putting up a spirited fight. Jamie had already lost one round to a well-timed poke at his sunburns, followed by a very embarrassing shriek. After that, him and Dani had swapped places, with Dani perched on Jamie’s shoulders and ready to redeem their honour.

It wasn’t going well, Sam noted as Jan crossed the boundary line to trip Jamie with his foot underwater. The two went tumbling back into the water to the sound of Isaac shouting.

“Isaac is busy preventing a murder,” Sam explained as Jan suddenly disappeared below the depths. He hoped he would resurface. “Is everything all right? You’ve been gone twenty minutes. Did you find your sandals?”

“Slides,” Colin corrected. Sam ignored him. “Yeah, boyo, about that…”

Sam listened, deeply amused.

Once he hung up the phone, he pulled himself out of the pool. He waved at Jeff. Their third lifeguard paused from his assigned task: flicking coins into the deep end of the pool for Moe to dive after. He saluted cheerily when Sam indicated he should keep an eye on Sam’s appointed zone for a while.

Sam’s lifeguard duties now dictated that he travel to more hostile territory.

Exiting the hotel felt like walking onto the surface of the sun. Even Sam had to admit that while the weather in England was typically nothing compared to the temerity of the weather in Lagos, the heat today was scorchingly unpleasant.

No one enjoyed a noontime kickoff, but by the time they’d finished their match, the Greyhounds had needed to be peeled off the grass. In the hours since then, the heatwave had yet to abate. It took only a few seconds for the water on Sam’s bare shoulders to dry, and the humidity left behind a soggy residue. He circled the building. The pavement radiated heat like lava, threatening to burn the tips of Sam’s toes over the top of his sandals. The sun gobbled up his wet footprints as he sprinted towards his target.

He rounded the corner. Their beautiful team bus gleamed innocuously, cool and aloof like a mirage in the desert. 

A moment later, Sam spotted his beautiful friend, sitting shirtless in the grass behind said bus, as red as a ripe tomato.

Sam beamed brightly. He flip-flopped his way across the car park, shouting, “Did you find your sandals?”

“They’re on the coach,” Colin sulked. With his blisteringly pink shoulders pulled up around his ears and his arms wrapped around his knees, he resembled a red shell from Mario Kart. “I can see them lying in the aisle through the window.”

“The bus is locked,” Sam guessed.

“The bus is locked,” Colin sulked harder. It would be sad to see his usually vocal friend so quiet in his irritation, if the situation weren’t so humorous.

Sam bit his tongue. “And did you try calling Kenneth?”

“Yes. And Beard. And Roy, but he hung up on me when I told him what happened.”

Sam hummed in sympathy, though truthfully, he was in agreement with their coach on that one.

Because he couldn’t resist, he said, “If I may ask, where are your normal shoes?”

He stared pointedly at Colin’s discarded, grey socks where they lay next to him on the grass. They were thin, worn through at the ball and heel, and the soles were now stained a deep black from Colin’s unwise jaunt across the asphalt. Frankly, Sam still didn’t understand how Colin had failed to realise that he wasn’t wearing shoes all the way until they arrived down at the pool.

After all, Colin knew the rule. Above all else, there was one sacred rule, and it followed the Greyhounds from the showers at home to the dressing rooms away to every pool area they travelled to as a group:

Always bring your shower slides.

Colin groaned. “I didn’t want to walk all the way back up to my room! I figured I could sprint across the car park to the bus, but…”

“It’s really hot,” Sam chirped.

Colin sunk his face into his hands. “Sam, please. If I wanted to hear someone take joy in my misery, I would’ve called Jamie. For real, I think I burned my feet.”

He leaned back on his hands and held his foot up for Sam’s inspection. 

“Yeugh!” Sam winced, recoiling away in sympathetic pain. “I don’t think you should walk on these.”

“I certainly don’t want to! Sam. Please. Be a hero. Will you go get my shoes from out my room?”

“I will do you one better,” said Sam. He tugged the towel off like a cape, swishing it around to cover the violent pink of Colin’s shoulders. Then he crouched, facing away from Colin. With his arms held out at his sides, he beckoned, “Come. Hop aboard the Obisanya Express.”

Colin clung onto his back like a grateful limpet. “Thanks, boyo. You’re a lifesaver.”

Sam – lifeguard, lifesaver – carried Colin back to safety.

[peteytheparrot]

Favorite songs right now? I need some to help me get through my backlog of so so much school work

I AM SO SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG I JUST KEPT FINDING SONGS I LOVE WHOOPS AHAKHSSJH I should’ve just made a playlist tbh ☠️☠️ Not necessarily my favorite songs right now more of just, music I love ☠️

Favs are near the top but I fucking LOVE all of these so that’s not completely true:

Splinter - Sneaker Pimps (this entire album is AMAZING)

Pork Soda - Glass Animals (GEHEGGRR BAKEBSKR)

Wild West Selfishness - Seahaven (this song is so GAHSGSHS)

My Favorite Color - Citizen (again, this entire album is amazing)

Achilles Come Down - Gang Of Youths (read The Song Of Achilles after listening to this.. god,, starts fucking sobbing)

Beneath the Brine - The Family Crest (GOD this song gave me chills)

Go To The Light - Murder By Death

Steal Away - Murder By Death

Antes de les Tres - Un Fantasma (this band is SO underrated)

Wolf River - Reignwolf

Son of a Gun - Reignwolf

A Wistful Waltz - Teddy Hyde (lovely band check out more of their music)

S*x With A Ghost - Teddy Hyde (censored because of bots) (this song is so silly I love it sm)

Mamas Gun - Glass Animals (THE ENDING IS SO?? AFAHGHSH)

Everything Moves -  Bronze Radio Return

Before You Snap - Yonderboi

Who Are You, Really? - Mikky Ekko

Jimmy, He Whispers - Manchester Orchestra 

Last Call - Elliot Smith

Paranoid Android - Radiohead (every Radiohead song is amazing tbh)

Climbing Up The Walls - Radiohead

Life In A Glass House - Radiohead

I Lost Something In The Hills - Sibylle Baier (Good song to fall asleep to, well for me atleast ☠️)

Shoot It Out - 10 Years

Mr. Self Destruct - Nine Inch Nails

Smile Boyo - Vundabar

Alien Blues - Vundabar

A Burning Hill - Mitski

I’m Your Man - Mitski

Duvet - boa

My Time - Bo en

And Also I’m Really Scared - Fox Academy (love this band fr)

Salem - Fox Academy

Lavender Blood - Fox Academy

Vampire Banquet - Fox Academy

Crazy - Gnarls Barkley 

My Fault - Sawyer

Butch 4 Butch - Rio Romeo

Evil Side - The Dirty Nil

Loved - FEiN

So Damn Into You - Vlad Holiday

Dear Dictator - Saint Motel

A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

Dreamland - Glass Animals

Bernadette - IAMX 

Disembodied Mind - Sparkbird & Stephan Nance

Priorities - Yot Club

Amen - Amber Run

Susan Smith - Wych Elm

NEW MAGIC WAND - Tyler, The Creator

GONE, GONE / THANK YOU - Tyler, The Creator

The Chattering Lack of Common Sense - Ghost & Pals

Evil Eye - Franz Ferdinand 

Dog Problems - The Format

Between the Bars - Chris Garneue

What Else Do I Need - Vast

The Plagues - The Prince Of Egypt

Selfless - The Strokes 

Sway - Sarah Cothran

My Alcoholic Friends - The Dresden Dolls

505 - Arctic Monkeys

This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller 

Rory - Foxing

[crisiscutie]

First Class Boyos Reacting To Their S/O...

How would our first class trio react to their precious S/O committing the "unthinkable"? Find out. Angst and fluff ahead.

Content Warnings: Mentions of Murder and Death.

Genesis: You called him in a state of distress, spilling the beans right then and there. His lack of emotional response made you more worried, even as he told you to relax. Then he goes full Walter White out of nowhere, giving you a list of intricate and long instructions on what to do with the body. When he's going too fast, you tell him to slow down. Your induced stress of not understanding anything is so overwhelming. He would then gently recite a fitting verse from LOVELESS to comfort you.

As you listened to the verse, the peaceful melody lulled you into a state of relaxation, your eyes closing in response. You're not even taken aback as he suddenly appears right next to you. He wrapped you in his vast, dark wing, shielding you from the ugly sight of the dead body nearby. He's always so quick to save the day, just like the hero he wants to be…

Sephiroth: His first response was disbelief, followed quickly by anger. Sephiroth had such a deep, innocent faith in the ones he cared for that it was almost second nature for him to go to their aid when they called for help, even if it involved dealing with a dead body. But when it comes to his S/O? He already knows you wouldn't kill someone without good reason, and it angers him that someone dared to put you in such a distressful state… But he felt a pang of guilt for not being able to keep your hands clean and protect you from this situation.

He would sternly tell you to stay put, his voice low and authoritative as he swiftly ended the phone call. With a speed that was almost supernatural, he was suddenly by your side. His slit, mako eyes, filled with concern, were locked onto you, almost as if the dead body wasn't there. He cupped your cheek briefly, making sure you're not injured before he gently pushed you to the side. He walked to the body with scornful eyes, already knowing what to do…

He is tempted to learn necromancy just to kill the person you killed again.

Angeal: After the rigorous training session with Zack, he could feel the ache of his muscles and the sweat dripping down his face. But when he checked his phone, his stomach dropped when he saw the twenty missed calls from you. He then quickly dialed your number. You picked up, crying your heart out as you told him what happened. He listened closely, drifting out of his current area into a more private one. After hearing the whole story, he sadly hung his head, feelings of of disappointment and regret mix within him. You begged him to stay on the phone with you, and he responded by telling you he would remain with you and give you his support... To set things right, that is. He tells Zack to stay put while he slowly makes his way to your location. He would be faster, but the weight of his heartache slowed him down.

Meanwhile, he takes the time to give you a heartfelt lecture over the phone, emphasizing that the process of atonement begins by preserving the body and turning yourself into the authorities. His disappointment in you is clear, but his love is unwavering… He would then ask, his voice gentle but inquisitive, if you knew anything about the person you killed (as opposed to Sephiroth and Genesis). Then you revealed you killed someone like Hojo or Hollander. He stopped speaking and a heavy silence descended, making you think you had angered him. He firmly told you to stop what you're doing, and to not utter a word of what happened to anyone. He's on his way to help you get the messy job done...

[enigmatist17]

Zane was tired.

He'd traveled and fought his way across the galaxy thrice over, loved and lost those loves because of his job or his attitude. Fair, one of those things he could change, but growing up with the family he had? No, it was too hard to trust, too hard to find someone to truly let behind those iron-clad walls that kept him safe, kept him alive.

Timothy Lawrence seemed to have been born as the exception to this unspoken rule.

Zane felt the urge to shoot the poor guy when he came out from his refuge, after he and the other vault hunters had cut a swath into the cursed casino. To see the face of the infamous Handsome Jack after all these years, of the man who had reigned down terror and murder in droves most bandits even dreamed of? Yea, not an instant way to get a gaggle of strangers to like you. Yet his finger went still when Zane took in the cracked mask and the wild eyes, a sharp whistle stilling the murderous intent in the others he considered allies.

"I-It's not what it looks like, I am not Jack!"

The poor boyo was terrified, and the small ache in Zane's chest was the first sign of his inner walls weakening. It went unheeded as he was in the middle of a job, practically grabbing the not-Jack by the scruff of the neck when the sounds of incoming loader bots got them all moving quickly away and out of sight. The first olive branch that got the four vault hunters to give the not-Jack a small token of trust was taking them to his base, a well-defended area that was tucked out of sight and secure with the flick of a wrist. Not-Jack became Timothy when Zane was able to slouch onto the sole couch in the room, kicking his feet up on the coffee table with a slight groan of appreciation.

He was far too feckin' old for this shite.

Yet it wasn't all bad, he supposed. The Crimson Raiders gave him purpose and a home, and his fellow vault hunters gave him allies when he'd fought on his own since he was born, honestly. It was a strange and dangerous existence, but it was the name of the game, and Zane was an expert at it. Timothy vanished after Moze and FL4K had scouted out a secondary plaza area they would need to clear out the following day, returning when the group was cooking a meal with a few cots for the group and some extra food. He didn't ask for anything they were cooking, and for the first night, they didn't offer some of the fresh food FL4K had brought, even if Timothy was trying not to be obvious with his envious stares. Surprisingly, Zane is the one to drop a bowl of stew next to the blueprints Timothy was studying by the third night, the doppelganger looking up with wide eyes.

"Eat up, we don't have much o' this fresh stuff." Timothy looked like he wanted to say something as he slowly reached for the bowl, the operative raising an eyebrow when he just silently snatched the bowl and moved it out of his reach. It didn't remain full for long, Timothy devouring its contents with a soft noise of content at eating something that wasn't from a vending machine for the first time in years. "Good lad."

"...thank you." As much as the lad sounded like Jack, he didn't at the same time. The tremor of vulnerability and the edge of madness lacing each word with wild eyes was a 180 from the suave and calculated voice that Jack had always used with a sneer, making Timothy just that much...smaller.

He nods, and if Zane lies awake that night thinking of how to make the poor guy smile, that is his own damn business.

A week turns into two, then three, then a month as they claw through the casino that never seemed to end. Their heist crew slowly comes together as Timothy had predicted, and the more victories they stacked up, the more it added just a bit more confidence to Timothy. Genuine smiles started to cross his face more and more, the stammering lessening, and he stopped sleeping underneath the grating to keep a barrier between himself and the vault hunters. Zane was often sitting with Timothy whenever they had spare time to rest up after a good fight, catching him up on things or showing off Zoomer and his digi-clone equipment, something the doppelganger had surprising knowledge of.

"I used to fight with something similar, before I failed Him and was reduced to...this place."

By the time the heist comes, Timothy is so nervous he can't stop pacing back and forth as people try to get some sleep. Grumpy himself, Zane rolls off his cot and trudges over to where the poor guy is, grabbing his hand with the intent of saying something. When skin meets skin, however, Timothy froze and stares at his hand, the feeling of real flesh and blood touching him without pain so...alien.

"Boyo? You need yer sleep." Zane frowned when his words seemed to go unheeded, Timothy just staring at their hands. "Tim?"

"You're so warm." The operative grinned and moved, glad he'd chosen to sleep in his undershirt that left his arms bare, slipping it around Timothy's shoulders with a hum. As expected, the touch was almost too much, Timothy sinking into his side as Zane pulled the doppelganger to his bed. He was asleep by the time Zane pushed him down onto the bed, leaving the older man to keep a short vigil in a chair beside the cot before he dozed off for some needed rest.

It's all the rest he gets for a long time after everything falls apart.

Freddie's betrayal shouldn't have been so surprising, but it was Moxxi's cold demeanor and the echoing screams as Timothy was tortured that really got Zane's dandruff up. Pretty Boy was getting desperate the closer the vault hunters got to his tower, throwing more mechs and anything that could slow down the four fighters the closer they got. The moment the power is cut, Pretty Boy lets out an enraged scream as the vault hunters take a breather after their fight against a massive robot, only to hear Timothy screaming in pain moments later.

"I'm going ta kill that bastard!" Zane snarled, the operative wincing when he tested one of his arms, the limb aching in protest after being slammed into a wall.

"We will soon enough, keep your chin up." Moze tossed him a rejuvinator with a sympathetic shake of her head, the former soldier cracking her neck. "We have to recover tonight, it would be suicide to storm that fortress after a fight this nasty."

More screams cut them off, and the vault hunters gave each other uneasy looks as they headed to the closest New-U station.

Just shy of 24 hours later, Pretty Boy lay dying on the ground as Timothy sacrificed his winning hand to save the station and every soul on board. The doppelganger was definitely worse for wear when he was finally able to tumble off of the cage he'd been trapped in, FL4K able to catch him before Timothy hit the floor.

"You guys came...how 'bout that?"

"Course we did boyo, not leavin' a man behind, eh?" Zane jogged across the temporary battlefield with a noticeable limp, FL4K waiting for the operative to join them before setting Timothy against the consoles behind them. Timothy had definitely been put through the wringer, the brush of cool air against his mutilated arm and various cuts from the lasers that had surrounded him sapping what little strength he had to stay upright. Despite his one leg screaming in protest, Zane slipped an arm around Timothy to steady the other, the other sagging against him with a noise of relief.

"You came back for me..." The duo watched as Moxxi rode the elevator down to what had been Pretty Boy's former throne room, strutting toward them with a pleased look on her face.

"Good work boys, you've started a new era for this place." The hostess of more than a few businesses purred, one hand trailing along the side of Timothy's mask. "Glad you didn't give up sweetheart, too pretty of a face to waste."

"Uh...thanks?" Oh man, Timothy just wanted to sit down, forcing a smile as Moxxi stepped away, getting to work and tearing down the last of the station's security. He doesn't realize Zane queued up transport back to Case de Timothy until the bright light catches his attention, legs buckling the moment they rematerialize. The operator kept him up, however, carefully leading Timothy to the closest cot and lowering him on top of it. Timothy blinks, and finds that his laser burns and other injuries from his torture at the hands of Pretty Boy have been bandaged, Zane currently tending to his recently amputated hand. The operator had shed his jacket and placed it around Timothy's shoulders, humming some song he'd never heard of as he placed an antiseptic cream over the cauterized wound, smirking a bit when he noticed the eyes on him.

"How're ya feelin'?" Timothy shrugged, wondering what was making him feel pleasantly numb. "I gave ye some of the good stuff."

"I feel...so good." He yawned, watching experienced fingers bandage up his arm before setting it in a threadbare sling from deep inside the operator's bag. The vault hunter finally seemed satisfied before popping some pain pills from his bag. His own exhaustion was clear as he moved to sit on the cot beside the former body double, the sound of rushing water and humming machinery the only noises for a few moments.

"I can't believe it's finally over." Zane grunted in acknowledgment as he slowly moved, sighing in relief when he was lying down properly for the first time in days.

"It won't be truly over till we disarm your face, but close enough." Zane shrugged, his biological eye opening when he felt Timothy lie against his side. His arm slipped underneath the back of Timothy's head before he could register the thought, and the shorter man curled into his embrace with a quiet sigh.

With that, Zane realizes he's finally found someone who can get past those walls he'd thrown up so long ago.

And he can't help but want more of it.

[doverstar]

The little details in this fic???? I’ve been thinking about them all day?

I have never read a fic from a writer with a better understanding of the Pond family dynamic. The SASS that exudes off of rory Williams is so perfect. Amy’s unflinching trust in the Doctor, how she will take any order from him, but still pursing her lips, so simultaneously irritated with him and filled with care and affection for both her boys and trust for the Doctor. The way that Matt Smith’s doctor had control over A ROOM. How that contrasts with Will. It’s all INSANELY GOOD. It’s like I’m watching an episode straight out of Series 6, you have such a good handle of dialogue and specifically these character’s way of speaking. Rory’s quips. The doctor spewing nonsense that’s ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room. Amy’s concern. You have complete mastery over all four of these characters. GOD I HAVENT EVEN TALKED ABOUT ROSE. I love how you display her so complexly, how she’s so quick yet she’s so scared to accept that her realities been flipped on it’s head, that the Doctor has changed again. And oh my gosh, the Doctor and Rose’s relationship. It’s so perfect. The semi-awkward but completely emotionally charged moment in the elevator. The bit about their hands fitting perfectly. How she finds it easier to accept him this time. It’s so soft and tender, and best of all, it all feels EARNED. Not just through all they’ve been through in this story and canon, but through the pacing of your story in specific. You don’t rush it. There’s not many fic authors, or writers in general, that can do that. It makes for such a satisfying story that I just can never get enough of.

Last one!! But oh Will!!! It makes me so sad that Rose said it doesn’t matter anymore, his silly knit hoodie and mismatched converse. I’m gonna miss him so much, I’m still grieving. I’m wayyy more excited that the Doctor is out of the watch, but still, my boy is gone!!! My scrunkly!!! Rip!!! I especially love how you contrast them, how the Doctors talking strong finally where Will was a mumbler, how you’ve talked about his pale eyes the whole story and now it’s his bright eyes. Also, how Eleven walks on an angle LMAO. Just, all of it.

I just needed to get these thoughts out of my head. Your attention to detail is magnificent and this chapter was well worth the wait. I can’t stop rereading. I’m just begging, BEGGING you to forget about Journey’s End so they can have a happily ever after.

Sending you love!!!

I need to start responding to long wonderful comments with a bit more of the enthusiasm I actually feel for them, so everybody wave hello to the Keep Reading line -

Thank you so much! I do love the Ponds and their specific chaos. Amy probably comes off pretty cold or tetchy in my fic, but I couldn't imagine her not being stressed and overprotective of the Doctor in that whole scenario. Also, I'm a big fan of Rose's pettiness when it comes to other women, because that's realistic, even if she often tries not to show it, and I'm an also a big fan of Amy's huge temper. And Rory is always a treasure. Always. I was so excited to write for them, thank you! I've been worried about the way I portrayed Rose and her thought process, but you've been so encouraging here! Thanks for that, too. I'll miss Will! I loved writing for a version of the Doctor that didn't have to deal with the simultaneous burdens of being a Time Lord, a genius, a hero, a murderer, immortal, etc. Will is just Eleven with less ambition and less worry. I was thinking, "What would the eleventh incarnation of the Doctor be like if you took away all the things that made him an immortal alien and just turned him loose?" And the result was a very sweet, awkward young man with bad dress sense who thinks he's 20-something. It's just my take, but I'm so fond of my take. Aw, Will. Miss you already, boyo. Thank you for noticing the details! That's so kind of you. I don't think I'm 100% happy with the latest chapter as it is (I was so tired), but I'm beyond glad you can still appreciate it! Loved getting this message.

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 3 Tatarigoroshi pt. 11

There were spoilers for the games Deadly Premonition and Siren in this post. But since I felt it was kind of a pointless digression I got rid of them.

I wonder if there's some sort of deeper goings-on happening in Hinamizawa. Keiichi is flip-flopping really hard over how he feels and why he killed Teppen.

Earlier, while committing the deed, he kept saying that he wasn't doing this for her. That he wasn't motivated by her despair, or that he felt anger towards Teppei, but here he is now consoling himself that everything he did, he did for her sake. I don't like the implication that by the end of this he'll confront Satoko and try to guilt the small child by claiming it was all for her. Keiichi digs a new hole for the body, and summarily dumps it in the hole before calling it a day. Having sufficiently killed himself by digging TWO body holes in one day Keiichi almost rides his bike into an on-coming car.

It's no good! Keiichi you're done. You had a good? run, it's time to just turn yourself in boyo. Keiichi proceeds to internally argue with himself over the fact he should probably kill Takano. Which, yeah, sure, good luck with that. Even if you weren't loopy and didn't just sprain your ankle I doubt you could take Takano. She seems wily.

Perhaps the most perceptive Keiichi has ever, and probably will ever be.

Seriously, even if she didn't come across him in the dead of night, in the rain, with a shovel near the forest she would probably be able to solve he murdered somebody. Somehow everyone, everywhere in Hinamizawa knows at all times of the day or night what Keiichi is up to, and they somehow have access to his internal monologue. Are they also reading the visual novel?

Even without the immediately forthcoming events I think everyone who reads this could reasonably assume Takano knows what Keiichi did. If for no other reason than the fact that Keiichi brought up that he wanted Teppei dead, and does she happen to know who calls the shots on the Oyashiro killings. Wouldn't take a master sleuth to put this one together. If this were a Poirot or Sherlock Holmes tale it would be a short one put in a short story collection with the other ones that weren't especially brain teasers.

I wonder why she feels the need to just basically confess to Keiichi that she condemned Tomitake to death (which, RIP)? Just for the thrill of it? Because he wasn't there to scare with the gruesome history of Watanagashi and the implements in the ritual storehouse? Did she just swipe the bike to make it so the cult could get him easier? Or is she somehow involved with the cult as well? If so, how come she winds up part of the Oyashiro sacrifices as well? Is it a drawing lots type of arrangement, and despite her service her number came up and nobody likes a welcher?

Keiichi, dude, I know you're in the depths of your paranoia cause she knows what you did, but she is giving you an out. You should really just accept the offer and take it.

Oh come now, why would you want to kill such a nice lady?

Then in the TIPS section someone calls in a mysterious oil barrel fire deep in the mountains. Only, gadzooks! A b-b-b-b-b-corpse?! Also Ooishi, Kumagai, and a new police character named Komiyama talk around the dead body of Tomitake, and are surprised that he's the one who wound up back in the mud, and not Teppei who they were so sure would be the victim. Boy, won't their faces be red?

[dangermousie]

Does your first interaction involve battle, ambush and mass drowning? If not, is it even love?

If, like me, you find a period hero’s most attractive feature is his personal army, meet Chu Beijie, one of four rival kingdoms’ god of war.

 This is the rival kingdom’s general He Xia, who CHJ has come to defeat. He Xia’s psycho ruler expects HX to hold the town against 100K army with 8K men and no reinforcements because he is the first but not the last ruler we will come across in this story who is a bonkers waste of oxygen. Side note - one of the things I love about this drama is that all the male characters in this are men and not boys. Like finally some adults have entered the chat. And they also look like they can actually lift a spear or drive a chariot because yes, in the first 10 min of ep 1, we get a chariot battle.

And this is Ping Ting, our FL, He Xia’s strategist. I forgot her backstory tbh but I know she feels gratitude to HX and his family for raising her. For the bulk of the story, they are vvv brother-sister until the drama oddly and last minute tries to throw in that he likes her but I think it is clear that is 10% driven by his nostalgia for a simpler time before he fell from grace and 90% by his obsession/rivalry with CBJ where he must win over him in any way he can, including getting the woman CBJ wants.

She has a plan which seems to be based on her somehow being a meteorologist who knows exactly where rain will hit and wash everything out (so they can lure CBJ and his dudes there.) Yeah whatever, who cares, roll with it. Short version is SHE SMART.

I love the intercut of CBJ grabbing his weapon and readying for battle as Ping Ting grabs hers and readies for hers (hers is a guqin with messages for He Xia in the music. Once again, roll with it, this is all shorthand for SHE SMART; you want realism watch a documentary on alfalfa farming.)

God, he is a sexy beast in his mask. Sorry not sorry Wallace makes me hormonal.

Love her not pausing the beat as an arrow hits right next to her. Lady is cool under pressure and I love it. Once again, sidenote and yet not - everyone in this drama, men and women, are adult adult adult and not giggly ingenues/boyish boyos, and it is so refreshing.

Two hot men undressing each other as they whip out their enormous hard weapons. Ahem. Joking aside, I appreciate them actually bothering to have a reason why helmet or mask come off. (Also appreciate CBJ having his helmet stay on.) Helmet lack is my pet peeve in battle scenes.

Yeah, she drowns his giant army.

If you like your women hot, and big into music, meteorology and mass murder, you should def swipe right on Ping Ting. I mean CBJ will shortly swipe right so hard he’s gonna start a whole new dynasty!

[thetarttfuldickhead]

A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.

Masterpost / AO3

16.

“And with that, it’s all over at Vicarage Road! Watford prevails 3-0 over fellow Premier League relegates Richmond, after a nowadays characteristically lacklustre performance from the Greyhounds. Jamie Tartt had Richmond’s best chance early on in the second half, but failed to capitalize on an elegant pass from Richard Montlaur, and Watford took full advantage of of the visitors’ inability to create anything truly dangerous.”

Jamie went through the motions, shaking the hands of the Watford players and hugging and patting his teammates on the back as he made his way off the pitch, but in his mind he was already back at his house, collapsing into bed and not getting up for at least ten hours. Let sleep pull him away from this fucking shitshow of a game, and the fucking shitshow that had been his visit at Keeley’s place yesterday, and the fucking shitshow that would be the upcoming holiday, because after how things had gone with Roy there was no chance in hell he’d be able to make things right with his mum.

Walking past a mirror in the visitors’ dressing room, he automatically took stock of his appearance, and would have recoiled at the sad sight if he hadn’t been too dejected to care even about that.

Jamie Tartt. The ghost of shitshows past, present and future.

“Don’t beat yourself up, boyo,” Colin said as he walked past him, likely assuming that Jamie’s look of defeat was all down to the actual defeat and the missed goal. “Happens to the best of us.”

“Yeah, evidently,” Jamie muttered, but with such a lack of conviction that it earned him a sympathetic smile and another pat on his shoulder rather than a scowl or eyeroll.

“It was very clumsy of you, but we still would have lost even if you had scored, so it doesn’t matter,” Jan Maas added, and Jamie wondered if it would really count as being a prick if he murdered Jan just a little.

“All right, boys, not gonna lie, that was a tough one, but you know—“ Ted with a rousing speech, and normally Jamie would have done his best to pay attention because that’s what the new and improved Jamie did, and because Ted’s speeches, long and confusing as they sometimes were, actually did tend to leave him feeling better.

But today he just couldn’t seem to keep focus on the gaffer’s friendly drawl, no matter how hard he tried, and he soon gave up. Sat down on the floor and let the words turn into background noise, shapless static, until the silence told him it was time to get up, get changed, get out.

The journey home was a silent affair, a far cry from their ride to Winchester the other day. It had started rowdy and only gotten worse as Declan brought out the hot toddy that his wife had made, and Jan brought out the bisschopswijn that he had bought, and Richard declared that both drinks were sinful waste of good wine and brought out four bottles of a very long French name that Jamie couldn’t remember.

Isaac had only let them have one sip of each offering, because “gonna be lots of little kiddies at the market, so we’re going to fucking behave, yeah”, but that had been plenty to warm them, and they’d descened upon the pitoresque market in an abundance of high spirits and good cheer.

Jamie had found his Mummy a nice blanket, and Roy a boxset of novels in an old bookshop that Sam convinced them to go into. (Well, he hadn’t found the set, Tom had, picking it up and asking, “hey, wasn’t this the guy Roy was obsessed with last year? I sat next to him on the ride to the Sheffield game and he was reading this book he just woulnd’t shut up about. Don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk that much before”, but it had been Jamie who quietly snuck back to the store after the others have moved on to the hot chocolate stall and bought the set.)

Fat lot of good that would do him now.

Jamie picked up his phone and started scrolling down his Twitter feed, hoping for something to distract him from the dull ache in his chest. Not a great idea, as it turned out; him fumbling that goal hadn’t exactly gone unnoticed. To make matters worse, City had won their game against Crystal Palace 3-0, and some industrious little twat had put together a stupid fucking video of Jamie scoring for City last season, him missing his shot today, a reaction shot of him as Watford scored, and City’s celebration of their win at Selhurst Park. imagine going from that to this just coz u wanna eat pussy on tv lmao, the caption read.

Jamie traced his thumb over the skyblue figures jumping and hugging each other as Pep walked among them, handing out cuddles and bum pats. De Bruyne had Paddy in a playful headlock, shouting something jubilant in his ear. Champions, well on the way to securing their fourth League title in a row.

That had been Jamie, just half a year ago. Could have been him still, if only—

But if he’d still been at City, he wouldn’t have had Dani leaning against his shoulder and soring gently as they turned onto Nelson Road. There’d have been no trip to Winchester. And – and that was the only thing that fucking mattered in the end, wasn’t it? –  if he’d still been at City, his phone would be blowing up with calls and messages from Dad right about now, and the mere thought of it was enough to turn his stomach.

As if on cue, his phone started buzzing, startling him badly enough that he almost disloged Dani from his shoulder. “Sorry, amigo,” Jamie murmured, receiving a sleepy mumble in response, as he glanced at the screen.  

Keeley, again. She’d tried calling him last night, and sent a couple of messages, but he’d let the call go to voicemail, ignored the voicemail, and the messages too.

It’d been fucking stupid of him to think she really wanted to help him with his brand, he supposed. He should talk to her, probably. Just to… Well. He didn’t know. Something.

Jamie declined the call. The coach came to a halt. He went home.

---

Two hours later, after he had dutifully eaten an nutritionst approved frozen meal and almost dozed off in front of Q&A, Jamie was jolted awake by a loud, insistent banging on his front door.  

He sat, blinking and scowling towards the hall. Had Roy decided to come calling and yell at him some more? Jamie was not in the mood for that. If he just ignored it—

“Jamie! I know you’re in there, I saw your poncy car out front! Not gonna leave me out here in the cold, are you? Jamie!”

Jamie’s stomached dropped.

It wasn’t Roy. It was Dad.

[ouroboroboy]

Currently obsessed with The Amazing Digital Circus pilot.

Also Michael Kovach voiced Jax. I swear this guy just materializes from thin air every time the position for Lanky Sharp Toothed Boyo appears in inde YouTube animation. And every one of his characters wins my heart. Angel from Hazbin Hotel. N from Murder Drones. Rocky from Lackadaisy. And now Jax. I am going insane. I cannot get this purple rabbit out of my brain

You'd think Pomni would be my favorite considering my CLEAR obsession with jesters but she's alright.

[yallemagne]

So, I was clued in by several references to Micheal Myers that the movie my brother was making me watch was a Halloween movie and, having never watched a single one, I went to the Wikipedia to catch up. I figured out through getting through all of the Wikipedia synopses that the film I was watching was the final one! Amazing.

Spoilers. Also, trigger warning: I hate slasher films. Not for moral reasons, so slasher nuts can put down their pitchforks. I just. Blech. But this film had a silver lining.

EDIT: I misspelt Allyson's name bc it was misspelt in the subtitles.

For a moment, at the beginning of the film, I thought maybe they were referencing Mikey as a horror movie icon, but that was not the case. I had been tricked-- HOODWINKED -- into watching a film from the Halloween series. But I couldn't walk away now!! I already sat down!!

I didn't care about the kid. Honestly the sheer amount of blood and also the weird way he fell took me out of the scene. I was half like "was this staged by the kid, too?"

Corey was already giving me vibes of an anxious teen who messed up in the past, and like this was the only chance he has to show he's a good guy, and like that was the reason he was panicking so hard in the attic? Anyway, whomp whomp. This is why you don't bully someone with anxiety in a horror film, kid.

Time skip, he gets bullied by some high schoolers and JAMIE LEE CURTIS appears to the rescue! The band kids are mean to her, so maybe they deserve-- just kidding lol. I'll call her Laurie from here on, she offers boyo a knife to fuck up the car. Wahoo.

His hand is messed up and Laurie's granddaughter is a nurse, what can go wrong? Introducing a young woman to a male main character in a horror film has neeeeeever led to predictable and blegh-y deaths ahahahah. But I was wrong in thinking she would be killed for making premarital eye contact, so that's neat.

And then someone makes premarital eye contact with Laurie and I'm like noooo oh he's gonna die too? seriously?? I don't even know this guy. But the writers did not hate me today.

Let's skip, so Corey gets thrown off a bridge because he called out someone's daddy issues and is pulled into some weird... sewer cave? I don't know what it is. I don't think Mikey did it, but I'll get to that. Corey wakes up and gets strangled by Mikey, but then he starts getting flashbacks to the worst day of his life, which I guess is symbolic of his mental break.

ONE LITTLE TANGENT. I hate how horror films villainize the mentally ill. And how apparently being mentally ill gives you superpowers. Maybe I should get evaluated just to see if I can raise a barn on my own. I know someone may scold me like "it's not black and white, there's no ableist messaging inherent to this genre, there is no war in Ba Sing Se", but you are wrong, bye.

Corey gets away but the homeless man I predicted would die jumps him and oh look. He's ~crazy~ too. But I guess he did not receive an official diagnosis because he does not come back to life after being killed. Also, I think maybe this guy is the one who dragged Corey into that place because of his obsession with Mikey, but that's minor.

Corey tells Allison he's a murderer. I was... pleasantly shocked they didn't start making out immediately. But she still stayed with him. And I wasn't fully paying attention because of my reading, but I seriously thought she knew he was doing even more murders, but apparently she... didn't? Even though they were people who inconvenienced her?

Corey meets Allison's ex and then lures him into Mikey's lair. Mikey gets knocked down and Corey yells at him to show him how to kill people. Mikey's like "okay shit" and stabs the guy a few more times than necessary just to make sure Corey understood. I was kinda cheering about boys night because that is exactly what this was.

The boys kill a doctor who was mean to Allison and the woman he's sleeping with, and I was like SERIOUSLY?? MOVIE??? I caught up in the Wikipedia and saw that apparently, the woman got a promotion because she was sleeping with him... but that's still killing a woman for having sex. Oh well. Also, the eye contact between the woman and Corey was weird, I thought, am I missing something here?? Eh.

Laurie confronts Corey, and she's so badass, and I love her so much. Tells him to back the fuck up. He refuses and tells her to go apeshit. OHHH DUDE. You do NOT WANT THAT. She literally vanished, and I was like "TOLD YOU SO BOY". I knew she wasn't gonna kill him right then, but I kept making *teleports behind you* jokes.

Since Corey is a wuss, he calls Allison up because he knows Laurie is gonna get his ass. Allison argues with Laurie that Corey isn't evil, and at this point, I genuinely thought she was gaslighting Laurie because HOW DOES SHE NOT KNOW??? But she truly didn't know that her boyfriend was JD.

Corey shows up at Mikey's hidey hole and they have a silly little tussle. It's so fucking funny. The boys are having a little wrestle! It's so silly. Corey steals Mikey's mask so he can be Mikey (his own mask wasn't cool enough) and kill a bunch of people. His stepdad is collateral damage, and I groaned so hard at his death. That man teleported into the bullet. Had to look away from the yucky ew because I don't trust my unconscious mind with gruesome imagery.

Laurie is amazing she is so cool. Corey tries to get her but she fuckin GETS HIM. She's so fucking badass I love her. Laurie is my bias.

Corey does the "if I can't have her, no one will" again and does a self-stabby to frame Laurie bc he knows he has his official diagnosis and he'll come back to life. In the meantime? Mikey has come to take his mask back. He permanently kills Corey by revoking his blessing (that's what I got from it at least) because no one kills his sister but him!!!

Laurie is fucking GREAT SHE FUCKING YES MAN. The foreshadowing of the exploding microwave and like boom man. I was cheering GET HIM LAURIE GET HIM. He tries to get rid of her hand, she says "no sir I like that hand". She gets his mask off, and he's like "nooo you know how insecure I feel without the mask >:((((". So many knives. I mean so many knives get put into this man. He can fit so many. One is in his hand and he RIPS HIS HAND IN HALF to choke her after she slit his throat. I don't know how effective choking would be with a hand that fucked up but oh well.

"Do it pussy," she says as she's getting flashbacks to every previous movie, and I'm so happy I watched none of them and just this one. It's all I need. Allison comes in and slits his wrist. I was groaning. "Come on, you think that will work? What next? Is the blood gonna start seeping back into his cuts?" But apparently bloodletting keeps him down for a while.

Cops show up, "Micheal" "He's dead" "Not dead enough", THANK YOU ALLISON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

There's this big procession of cars, everyone's there. We cut to several faces that would be familiar if I watched anything else in this series. I was like "oh my god it's just like End Game. Everyone's here and I don't care"

BUT GUESS WHAT? THEY THREW MIKEY IN THE SHREDDER!!! No fake outs, no Mikey getting up and murdering an entire town, HE WAS SHREDDED!! YESSSSSSSSSS! BEST MOVIE!!

I was a little bit in doubt. It's a slasher film, after all.

Allison tells Laurie that she believes her that Corey was bad now bc she just watched Heathers and took some notes.

There was a knock on the door or a ring of the doorbell, I don't remember, and I'm like "better not fucking be Corey, he got his privileges revoked".

It wasn't, it was Laurie's boyfriend. Oh yay. That man didn't die.

Okay. My attitude towards death in slasher films? I just like when unimportant characters aren't killed for the sake of it. It pleases me because it subverts my expectations. With films like these, you can only really trust that a character will survive if they are a murderer, which bores me. I like innocent randos living against the odds.

They cut to every room in the house, and I know that it was to show "look at all these rooms that were destroyed, now they are back to normal" but... Laurie... please move. Also I was expecting Mikey in any one of those rooms, but there was only his mask kept as a trophy, I assume. WHAT THE FUCK SHRED THAT, TOO. The continued existence of the mask is sequel bait, I know it's literally called "The End" but I have trust issues.

So? Pros? Okay, loved Corey and Mikey's relationship, it was funny. Just a couple of rowdy boys tussling in the sewer cave. Laurie is my bias. THEY SHREDDED MIKEY!!!!! YESSSSS!!!! Cons? I CAN IGNORE THEM BC THEY SHREDDED MIKEY!!!!

[aita-blorbos]

Aita for needing to feed on souls to survive?

🔮 (to find this again)

Hi!! I (girl i guess?15) am a demon! I became one when i almost died when i was a lot younger. Typical stuff, your dad tries to kill you to avoid a prediction from this hack medium but ends up fulfilling the prophecy anyways because he didn't realize the one gift he bought for me in my isolation was a mirror with Levi (demon, probably like 3000 yrs old) chilling inside and it liked me so it saved me :p

But back to the whole souls thing! I'm picky about what i eat!! I dont like, just go about the town murdering!

I seek out people that are evil, like my dad was. Its easy with the help of the folks that watch over me now - especially River (M 20somethin). He isn't magical at all, he's unassuming and kind, so people tend to trust him! And he's very serious about picking me the food i like to eat.

We seek people that suck - people that abuse others, hurt innocents and stuff like that. Usually I warn them to change once or twice, because i feel bad about this sort of thing, but River doesn't think i should starve myself like that or whatever :p i still like to give chances to redeem.

And if they don't do it, then they die! Usually River kills them for me. But he's had lots of close calls. He almost dies a lot, and he's only human. Honestly, most my friends are very mortal, and I worry if this diet of mine might be dangerous in the long run - especially if... certain angels come looking for me. Still can't believe that jerk, i thought he was supposed to be my friend...

But on the souls! It's also the only thing that gives me the nutrients to survive. I don't know what to do, or even if there's a way not to eat souls anymore :(

And also? Levi is still up there in my brain. He talks to me sometimes, and I try to let him have some out time and hold the reins to my body so to speak, but he only likes to if i almost die again. He gets scary. He's not picky about what he eats, and he hates how sweet bad souls taste. So i worry if i starve myself trying to find a cure, he might hurt my friends. He already doesn't like that River doesn't think i am a traditional demon. I don't know why it bothers him so much.

Oh - another plus to the demony thing, provided enough energy, i can grant wishes! And the powers come into the shape of these pretty gemstones. For example, though i didn't get to do this one, my best friend December (boyo, 16) has a wish stone that prevents him from being killed. As long as it's intact, wether you cut him, drown him or do whatever, he can't die! But he still can be hurt and incapacitated and I'm not good at healing magic, so if you do that to him, I'll kill you. Violently. He already needs mobility help, he doesnt need more!! I wanna make him another wish stone to help that, but he insists its okay. I hope these stones don't take physical tolls, now that i think of it...

Anyways back to the topic at hand!!! Is it bad that i eat souls? I'm trying super hard to be careful!! And if you have any suggestions of what i could do about this (that dont hurt Levi he's just sad and crusty and in my brain :( dont be mean), please lmk!

AITA? (OC)

[insane-control-room]

Friendship

demonth day 2

WARNINGS: Death, Murder, Blood, Alcohol, Psychological Horror, Jealousy, Swearing

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49166455

Friendship lasts forever, they say. What a load of crap.

They say friendship lasts forever.

Bullshit, amiright? 

Ha. 

Haha. 

He takes another sip of alcohol and lets it run down his throat in fiery tracks. Which alcohol? Don’t know, don’t fuckin’ care. He pulls it back to take a look and has to blink and squint and use one eye to see the label clearly stating acetone. He shrugs and takes another drag, and it feels good in his system, even if his fingers tingle oddly. All he knows, is that Jack is a fucking liar, a cheat, and an asshole. His position!? His position!? Are you serious!? After everything, everything they had been through together, he took the Music Director position without so much as consulting Sammy. He could have handled a demotion. He could have handled Jack’s promotion. If that stinkin’ rat bastard would have told him about it, that is. 

Demoted. 

The Sammy Lawrence, demoted to assistant music director. What kinda sick joke was that? He could not even blame Joey, no, that boyo was sick and out of the picture. Goddamn. What a stupid joke. 

He slams down the bottle a bit too hard, and feels the shattering glass jump into the bottom of his hand, tingling with acetone, and the cold liquid going awash down his desk and onto his pants. Damnit. 

Now he’s gotta clean himself up too.

Heh. That reminds him of what the board told him when they oh so kindly informed him of his demotion. Yeah. ‘Gotta clean up your act, Lawrence’, they said. ‘Should restrict your drinking’, they told him. Yeah, well, fuck that. 

Sammy is in the bathroom by the time he realizes he took the broken bottle with him. 

He stares at it in his hand, and it takes him another minute to realize he's not alone in the restroom. Out of one of the stalls comes none other than that jobstealing, no good, lying, cheating, cutthroat fake friend. 

“Hello Sammy,” Jack remarks, as though he does not see the broken bottle in his hand. And by the way he walks to the sink to wash his hands, to wash his hands of Sammy, he does not! Sammy grips it tighter in his hands, and his muscles tremor and burn with a need to- well, he is not really sure right then, not through the headache. He feels tired, too, but there’s that burn, that need, and Jack- “are you alright, Sam?” 

Sam. 

That does it. 

He steps forward, and jams the broken bottle into that stupid lyricist’s throat. Jack’s round hands shoot up and his eyes widen, but all he can do is gurgle as blood billows from his neck and down his shirt, soaking his faux fur vest. Sammy shoves him with that bottle in his throat, his ‘friend’s blood staining his shirt quickly, and he does not care. 

“Best friends for life, right?” he cackles as Jack staggers to the floor, and jams the bottle into his own eye, laughing as it hits his brain. 

[picnokinesis]

Taka!! Hello!! I saw you have watched Wolf and I’m curious about your thoughts on it ?! I loved it so much tbh, cause I started watching it for Sacha but I ended up finding the plot and the rest of the characters rly compelling too :D

SKSKSK harsh cut to footage of me specifically reblogging wolf posts from your blog to coax you into my askbox as an internet version of Molina's homemade deer trap -

BUT YES HELLO oh my days it was so much fun, right? I also definitely started watching it for sacha, and - okay well, let's put all the spoilers under the cut

SKSKS so. Came for Sacha. Stayed for Sacha.......and then watched the last 30 minutes because I wanted to know the answers (SKSK BUT ALSO his...CORPSE was on the floor in all the important scenes so y'know! He was still there in spirit)

But MAN wow did sacha and iwan steal the show, right?? They were absolutely AMAZING! Absolutely killing it, made me crack up multiple times they were just...literally the best duo. And man the twist at the end of episode five just GRABBED ME because wow, I really should have seen it coming and it was the best kind of twist where it suddenly made everything Molina had been doing make sense. And like - man, I'm just in awe of Sacha's acting, yknow? The guy acted his SOCKS off in this, like right from the first episode, you know that scene where they reveal that he is. not in fact a police officer SKKSKS but it's like the spyfall reveal, right? the mask drop. only, unlike in spyfall, this isn't sudden - it's a slow ramp-up of something being very wrong with this guy, gradually becoming more and more unhinged, and Sacha just NAILED it. Absolutely phenomenal. And then the way they just added so much DEPTH to his character augh, I wanted him to get out of the whole thing SO BAD even though I knew it was super unlikely. But augh by episode 5 he was SO nervous and paranoid, and then he just spent the first half of episode 6 just.....so palpably terrified?? Augh. Love him. So sad he got stabbed in the neck rip but he made up for it by having the most incredible dialogue with molina for five episodes straight skskks (i'm still losing it over 'you're not going to shower?? ....you handled intenstines today' SKSKSKSK like. ok real talk when I first saw the trailer for wolf I immediately came up with au6, yet another campervan au, which I will probably do not much with but SKSKKS the vibes were there in the series and it was a DELIGHT)

With regards to the rest of the story, it was super interesting, right? I feel like you possibly enjoyed it slightly more than I did (I was like. semi-frequently getting extremely annoyed at the random sexual content that seemed wildly tonally dissonant 80% of the time - I was SO SALTY that Sacha's opera lipsynch of our dreams with a SWORD was intercut with. that. and then also Jack's tendency to just like. physically assault people as a method of questioning like BOY that is. that is a CRIME sir. I know you're desperate for justice but do not boyo. But that's kind of a recurring pet peeve I have with crime shows as a rule sksksk). That said though - I did REALLY love Jack, and guh the stuff with his neighbour was SO creepy (LIKE THOSE WEREN'T NIGHTMARES??? HELLO???????) and maaaaaaaaan the stuff with the donkey pitch was so messed up and creepy. It was really good though. I did feel a bit like...'eh' on the end reveal about who the Donkey Pitch murderers were - that was probably in part because Honey had just died RIP but also hmmm idk, like obviously Molina was one of them, but I feel like I kinda wanted more on who Molina actually WAS, other than just some person Lucia knew from when she was in psychiatric care? Like my running theory the whole time had been that he was actually Theo, Hugo's older brother, simply because he looked a heck of a lot like Hugo skksks and it had just been an interesting throw-away line from Hugo's dad that didn't really go anywhere. I think also the twist with Lucia rang a bit hollow to me simply because the twist with Molina had been SO satisfying because it made all these little weird things make sense and I felt like I SHOULD have known (especially after honey and matilda's scene where they talk about letting people think they're more stupid than they are), but with Lucia (at least, for me personally) it felt a bit more out of the blue. But it was good, don't get me wrong - the stuff with her, hugo and sophie made a lot of sense and maaaaaaaaan that was so dark. And then I REALLY loved the ending for Jack, like the decision to not reveal what actually happened at the donkey pitch, and him finding out that stuff about his brother and then burning the treehouse and FINALLY getting some control back over the whole thing.........BUT THEN INTERCUT WITH THE REVEAL THAT HIS BROTHER HAD BEEN ALIVE?????? LIKE????????? AHHH??? That was SO well done.

Anyway. Show good. I enjoyed. There was actually a lot of things narratively and thematically that I particularly enjoyed - like even though the two storylines felt quite disparate at times, there were so many things connecting them or echoing between them! Off the top of my head, it's things like the idea of people being in your house and doing stuff when you're asleep - like with Penderecki but also how Molina and Lucia did that too with Sophie and Hugo. And then how like, Matilda tries to break that bathroom mirror to escape, and then Jack and Lincoln are escaping in a, uh. Different way and they DO break a bathroom mirror. Stuff like that. There were definitely more than that but I can't remember them right now, but it was like....idk the way that they echoed between each other gave it an internal resonance which made it very satisfying to watch (and is actually the same technique I've tried to use in campervan part 6, which is possibly why it appealed to me so much!). I also really liked the repeated use of mirrors and mirror shots - I feel like that was trying to say something too but I haven't quite untangled it yet. But yeah! Fun times.

[aceing-on-the-cake]

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

-dad 1 (deceased), dad 2 (complicated), mom (complicated)

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

- probably my girlfriend, I don't like the phrase much honestly, they just usually get exception rights

03: Do you regret anything?

- I mean yeah, don't have much of the top of my head currently though

04: Are you insecure?

- probably not in a way that's comparable to others but I don't really think any humans are fully secure in themselves

05: What is your relationship status?

- bewitched

06: How do you want to die?

jumping off a bridge, not in an SI way more in a if I get cancer I feel like I should be allowed to go out to the feeling of falling

07: What did you last eat?

- breakfast maybe? Idk I'm tired man

08: Played any sports?

-nope, band kid

09: Do you bite your nails?

-clippers are hard to keep track of so yeah

10: When was your last physical fight?

-i don't think I've ever been in a physical fight

11: Do you like someone?

-i like many people, this question isn't specific

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

- haven't like timed it, but yeah I've been up for roughly 2 days lots of times

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

-id probably murder my girlfriends father if they were ok with it

14: Do you miss someone?

- I don't actually miss people, genuinely it's just not really an emotion I experience. If I feel affection towards you I feel affection, it's not dependent on how often I see you

15: Have any pets?

- a bastard and a boyo

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

-wouldnt you like to know weatherboy

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

-i don't think so, 16 was a wild time man

18: Are you scared of spiders?

-nope, bring on the cranberry fields

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

-i don't genuinely think of the past much. I have friends, I have a love, I am doing things I enjoy, I am generally happy from day to day. I don't really sit around and mourn what was or ask what could've been

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

- I mean they have a better memory than me, if they said it was their car it's their car

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

-i work

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

-probably between 2-4, logistics may have to be figured out, but honestly I'd like to have a couple kids, especially with my girlfriend

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

-4

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

- I was an English/science major

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

- refer to 14

26: What are you craving right now?

-sleep, is tired

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

- oh yeah, every boy I've ever dated I've broken up with them and it wasn't mutual

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

-not that I'm aware of

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

-refer to 27 (every guy I've ever dated.....)

30: What’s irritating you right now?

-nothing?

31: Does somebody love you?

-i think I have people that care about me yeah

32: What is your favourite color?

-teal

33: Do you have trust issues?

-not really? I don't really get overly anxious or anything, I'm really go with the flow

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

-i don't dream, and if I do I'm not aware of them

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

-uhhhhhhh, your guess is as good as mine??? Genuinely if I was crying in front of someone it was because someone was physically blocking an escape route and I couldn't get out the door

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

-not really. I don't really stay angry, but I'm more cautious in general than people realize because I don't have to trust someone to be kind/decent. A lot of times someone who's in a friend group but that I don't trust to be close with ends up being someone you shouldn't have trusted and it doesn't effect me much because I never did

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

-yes. anger isn't an emotion I actually have much experience with, genuinely doesn't happen often, and I have terrible memory. Probably amnesia issues, but yeah I don't really remember transgressions much

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

-im the happiest I've ever been yeah

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

-16? Yeah, it was the makeout session so 16

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

-i have been outside completely naked multiple times, none of them was I engaging in walking

51: Favourite food?

-pasta

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

-lol

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

-thats too far away to remember, I don't understand time

54: Is cheating ever okay?

-morally? No, it's a bad thing to do, like I feel that's obvious. But I don't really think it's this unforgivable sin in the way a lot of people seem to, nor really the worst thing a person can do. There's patterns of behavior, and then there's morally bad single mistakes, and I think those are two different things

55: Are you mean?

-ok so, I am blunt and autistic. Generally I come across as a nice person, I enjoy making sure the people around me feel cared for, and I genuinely don't like nor really consider causing people pain. But I have made people cry before by just random sentences and I don't always know why

56: How many people have you fist fought?

-bold of you to assume I have ever even punched someone

57: Do you believe in true love?

-no, not in the way you're probably thinking of it. Calling something "true love" makes it seem like there's one person who's a peak form of love and I don't really think that exists. Love is always true, I don't feel it's necessary to determine what kind of love you have in order to make that distinction.

58: Favourite weather?

-fall

59: Do you like the snow?

-no

60: Do you wanna get married?

-in general? Absolutely not, the idea weirds me out and it's pretty meaningless to me. I have like a single exception to this and if they decide they don't want to marry me then I'm just never gonna get married

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

- usually no, it's not a nickname I'd like, refer to the girlfriend exception

62: What makes you happy?

-this is too short of a questionare to possibly give any sort of meaningful answer

63: Would you change your name?

-already have

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

-no, they kiss really well and I don't get to make out with them enough

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

-idk whether this question means gender or sex but either way I don't like the term best friend, I've never really had those, feels restrictive

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

- I act like myself around all my friends. I think the idea of "your complete self" is illogical

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

-again, I don't really go asking people for their genitals, and if you're talking gender, mines too fluid to have an opposite

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

-idk, what do you define "deep" as? Because I've talked to @cassiopeiainthequeerroses about shit I'm currently going through through reblogs. I talk to @spntrunk about things we both love all the time. I talked to my girlfriend about my day to day ins and outs, I talked to another friend about how we take coffee and tattoos we'd think are cool and whether I could get away with taking a nap in a closet before security caught me. I haven't felt the need to sit and "discuss the meaning of life" since I was like 15. I have friends, and we talk, and it shows we care even if it's over nonsensical things. Idk what more deep could mean

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

- not in the way most people define them, I'm too polyamorous and aromantic to get into what I mean by that here

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

-probably, but we won't know till the guns go off will we?

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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Just Another Mimic Monday

Pleasant smoke filled the temple, blanketing over the gore-smeared altar and throwing the cultists present into a trance. This was the right time to strike, take down the priest that had corrupted these otherwise normal people, and bring the horror to an end. Something else waited in the smoke, however, or rather produced it. As soon as your party breathed the gas with ill intent in your hearts, the parishioners snapped out of their haze and into a murderous frenzy. You managed to drive your blade through the priest's back… but then the censure he carried whipped around and bit you in the face. Fight's not over yet, boyo.

Polyps of the deadly idolatrous mimic, the censer mimics also use religion to their advantage. The smoke they produce lulls the unwary into a strange manner of worship. No matter what deity they serve, their rituals become bloody affairs to keep the mimic well-fed so it might bloom into a greater terror. The self-same smoke can suss out those full of ill intent as soon as it enters their lungs and directs the throng onto the disbelievers. Some censer mimics choose to remain big fish in a small pond, like a lazy cat growing fat due to an overindulgent owner.