#tw: break in

[undertale-writing-times]

Cupid

“Stay there, I’m coming over”

~NQG

Haha! Murder.

Cupid loved Y/n. 

The two of them met early on after Cupid got out of the underground. He... found out a lot of things. He had to fight a lot to get out of the underground, and hurt a lot of people, but it’s fine! Everything was FINE.

A lot of people found him strange. He knew that. Why was he the only monster to get out of the underground? Where was everyone else? He was able to come up with a sob story.

“A human fell down and killed everyone!” and he was able to make people feel guilty. He got a lot of help because of that.

It was so funny! He loved to talk to Hearts about it, even though his brother never spoke back... annoying.

Oh well!

Anyway.

Y/n! They were a human that he met, and they treated him so well. 

They were kind to him, spoke to him about things... listened to him talk and always asked him how he felt. He found it the smallest bit amusing; just how much they cared about him. 

He wondered how different they would feel about him if they found out what he did? Who he hurt?

Eh oh well, it didn’t really matter! They’ll never find out. 

Y/n was so sweet~ He was already attached to them, and wanted to make sure that they were safe so when it was late at night and he got a phone call, he perked up when he saw that it was Y/n’s number! Normally he would hate to be woken up but hey! It was Y/n!

He looks over, picking up his phone, “It’s Y/n!” he says to his brother, giggling, “I knew that they liked me” his brother stares at him, floating beside the bed a frown on his face. Cupid ignored it and answers the phone, “Honey, hey! What’s up? I-”

They talk quickly, their voice quiet and rushed, “Cupid, I think there’s someone in my house. I don’t know what to do, I hid in the basement but I think they’re looking around.”

Cupid shuts his mouth tightly, hearing his teeth clicking together. Someone... he tightens his grip on his phone, hearing a slight strain to it and hums, “Stay there, I’m coming over,” he starts, “and Y/n? When I get there... stay there until I tell you it’ll be okay to come out” before they could respond, he hangs up, and gets up.

He does a short cut out in front of their house, staring up at the building and smiles, “Let’s have some fun” he mumbles and walks into the house, summoning a bone. He normally liked using a bow and arrows but, you know, he wanted to get to know this person HANDS on.

Of course he just knocked the guy out! Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of clothing? Out of carpet or wood floors? Yeah, he’ll deal with this later. He did a short cut away, and almost 30 minutes later, he did a short cut back. Ugh... at least he had the magic to spare. Even so, he was starting to feel a little tired. 

He walks over to the door, knocking against it “Oooooohhhhh Y/n!” Honestly, he felt like he was more dangerous than the guy. He was going to tease them the second they open the door.

He didn’t get a chance to. When Y/n opened the door they pulled him into a tight hug, clenching onto the back of his jacket, “Thank you, I-I... I was so scared.” Cupid blinks a few times.

When was the last time he just got... hugged? His soul hurt. He shuts his sockets, breathing out slowly, and puts his arms around them rubbing their back, “I know... I took care of it” he nuzzles his skull against their head. He took care of it...

[hautevaux]

ANONYMOUS ASKED: holds a knife to his throat 'give me all of the jewellery and watches here and i leave you with your life'

There comes no hesitation from the tailor of whom gradually raises a small chain with two dainty keys upon from a pocket - each to a lock of the vast, glass cabinets that held such expensive accessories within his store.

The hour was late, few people were aeound within the streets and Vaux himself had simply been finishing a commission when the door was kicked in and his person brutally manipulated into the back room, out of view from the windows.

The cold of the knife edge against his through restricted depth of breath, the pale tone of eyes watching as his assailants company took no time in emptying as much as he could get his hands on from the cabinets ere fleeing.

With one last shove to the wall, Vaux was left to crumple quietly to his knees, still able to feel the ghost of the blade against his neck, blood running cold and person plunging into a state of shock. He chooses to stay there for some time, simply on the floor, trembling and frightened.

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

trigger warning: blood

[taviamoth]

They screamed and screeched and shed alligator tears about their 40 imaginary beheaded babies.

Here in this video is a baby without a head. No empty claim to demonize a resistance group. Just stark reality.

Make no mistake, the 'soldiers' killing these babies aren't gritting their teeth and doing something that is unpleasant to them. They're laughing and having fun. They're genuinely happy because to them the headless baby in this video was a future 'terrorist' (person resisting their occupation).

Their allies are sleeping just fine.

Many are shrugging and saying "I don't care about politics".

Death to the zionist entity. Death to america. Death to you if this made you happy. Choke on your own shit.

[beeanonxx]

I don't know how safe walking around Hammerlocke with just Nightlight, Blink, and Rowan at one in the morning but I'm doing it anyways because it's better than letting Jack break in while I'm asleep.

[bloodbluepearl]

i feel like people don't talk about the impactfulness of swansea immediately ditching his sobriety when he found out that the mouthwash had an alcohol content.

from the very beginning, he was accepting the idea of not getting out of the situation alive.

it takes a strong man to commit to sobriety, especially after 13 years of (presumably) heavy alcoholism, and an even stronger one to remain sober for 15 years, though he hadn't done it for his own enjoyment- that thought of him dead in some ditch somewhere because of some accident or another made while he was drunk out of his mind scared him into it, and pushed him to his decision. he enjoyed his time while drunk, but he knew that he wouldn't make it anywhere in his life and he knew that his time was running out (in many ways: he was getting older, so he would have less of his life left to steer himself in the right direction, and also the amount of alcohol he was drinking could kill him any day at that point, especially as he got older), so he put in the effort to try and 'better' himself- clean himself up, get everything he thinks 'successful' and 'happy' people have, and get sober.

of course, this doesn't make him a happier person, as much as he felt like it should. that was the entire point of his speech before his death- everything he worked for was a lot less exciting when he finally achieved it. but he stayed sober, because he knew that, in a more objective sense, outside of any of his own personal feelings about himself and his life and what he actually enjoyed, he was better off that way. he had more opportunities in life, he could keep a job, and he could maintain his relationships with his wife and kids much better than he could if he was still an alcoholic.

but when the ship crashed, he accepted that it was likely his final resting place, probably from the very beginning. he'd already had his shot at life, he already tried his best to be a model 'functioning member of society', and it was every bit as unfulfilling as it possibly could be. and now he was reaching his mid-life, or even late life. there wasn't much time left for him to be able to try and work toward an invisible goal of 'true happiness', whatever the hell that means. the way he saw it, he'd already lived his whole life. nothing more for him to do.

so when he found out that there was alcohol in the mouthwash, he barely hesitated a second. he drank it because THOSE were the best days of his life. he no longer worried about what kinds of consequences that such a relapse could cause, because at that point it didn't matter. he didn't care about continuing to live his 'model' life because that ship was his grave. he didn't have to worry about how it'd affect the relationship he had with his family, he didn't have to worry about being unable to get a job because he couldn't go half a day without drinking, he didn't have to worry about turning up dead in a ditch because of some mistake caused by his inebriation- it didn't matter in the end. the six months of food supply would run out far before the alcohol could kill him.

he did not for a second consider the possibility of him escaping the ship, even though he was the only person (for the majority of the game) that knew about the working cryo pod. it was never for him- he saw it as being a waste if he got in himself.

he'd already run his course. he would rather save it for someone with more potential to get somewhere in life, someone like daisuke or anya.

[anna-scribbles]

adrien tell ur mom to leave me alone !

[gavran-vrani]

[dalvs-wife]

all i'm saying is that one of them probably had to carry clover's body to that coffin in the castle

edit: read the first tag, thank you

[chipinsolace]

So called “mental health advocates”: Mental health matters! You are loved!

People who have a psychotic disorder: oh thanks-

Same “mental health advocates”: LOL! Delulu is the solulu! I wanna dye my hair so bad THE VOICES are LITERALLY TALKING TO ME! Ugh I hate you I’m in your walls/j! It’s giving schizoposting! No girl this is spiritual psychosis, Hope this helps! I hate this guy he’s so psychotic.

:(

[crowleyanthonys]

JENNIFER'S BODY (2009) DIR. KARYN KUSAMA

[taviamoth]

A Palestinian child captures his final moments on camera as he sings in praise of prophet Mohammad, before an Israeli airstrike hits his home in Gaza, killing him and his family.

Your life can end this abruptly simply because someone wants your land & your killers can be defended to the ends of the earth. Death to israel. Death to america.

[the-pobble-terrarium]

[ringing a dinner bell] COME GET YALLS FOOD

I don’t think he’s normal about that, Scrabby

[glassgaleomorphii]

pull the trigger, kaito

[ayo-edebiri]

One day he said, "Had enough of your gloomy face." Drove off on a motorbike. Thought I might as well go home, get Louis, head to Europe.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022 - ) I 2.03 No Pain

[1c3-c0ld-r3x1c]

How to get sick enough??

I'm failing ana. My best friend ana. I need to be more ana I am not sick enough but how do I GET sick enough