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This episode was gold

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comics, fanart + flashbacks like to forget about human spike's muttonchops but i never will

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WTF A LOT OF MY OCS (even unposted galaction)!!!! i cant even imagine how much time you spent on this!!!?? thank ypu sm for this epic wonderful drawinh😭😭😭😭 i will be looking into all the details here for a long time

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HBD for my epic friend Pela<3

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Scream for me - finale (ellie willams x reader)

This is the final part of the series:)

Part 1

Part 2

Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are always open! feel free to send one:)

Warnings: HUGE warning for this one: detailed descriptions of torture, death, murder, blood, knives, body mutilation

Summary: maybe she should've killed you

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Abby Anderson. Ghostface’s most brutal kill yet. Everybody knew Ghostface was a violent killer, but fuck this was on a whole other level.

Abby Anderson, aged 21. Eyes missing, fingernails pulled off. Almost every fucking bone in her body was crushed. The girl was beaten beyond recognition. 13 teeth pulled out, and her fingertips burned to a crisp. Instead of having the classic 20 stab wounds, Abby had over 100 wounds. It took them weeks to identify her body, and that’s exactly what Ellie wanted. She didn’t want people to know who Abby was. Abby didn’t deserve it in her eyes, and Ellie hoped she was burning in hell for trying to get close to her girl.

The night of Abby’s death, you had walked in on Ellie torturing the innocent girl, when you fainted Ellie had to think of a plan.

 You walked in on her. This was bad. What would happen when you wake up?  Will you call the cops?. You looked scared. Where you scared of her?

She picked up your unconscious body and gently placed you onto your bed. Ellie ran her fingers across your cheek, and slowly placed a kiss onto your cheek

“I’m sorry you had to see that baby” she whispered “I have to kill her to keep you safe”

And just like that she got up and left your room closing the door behind her. As soon as she stood outside she was filled with rage.

This was all Abby’s fault. Abby woke you up. Abby scared you.

Ellie walked back to where Abby sat and smiled at the sight: Blood dripping onto the floor, Abby’s entire body swollen and bruised, her wounds looked infected already.

 She slapped Abby across her face and she let out a muffled cry.

“You woke her up” Ellie practically screamed “you-you fucking made her hate me” Ellie said as she slapped Abby on the other side of her face.

Ellie sat on the cold floor breathing heavily. If she didn’t stop herself, she would kill Abby. That was the plan, but not yet, not now. To Ellie’s irritation Abby wouldn’t shut up. She just kept crying and begging.

“Jesus fucking Christ can you shut the fuck up” Ellie yelled.

She needed to think. She needed something that would hurt her. And her eyes landed on her favorite knife. A smile grew on Ellie’s face as she got up and picked it up.

 “She’s a pretty girl” Ellie started as she brought the knife up to her face “she’s my pretty girl and I don’t like it when dirty sluts like you look at her”

 And without a second thought Ellie brought the knife into Abby’s right eye. The pure shock in Abby’s remaining eye made Ellie chuckle. She slowly wiggled the knife out of Abby’s eye socket and she pulled out the entire eye ball, blood seeped from the empty eye socket, and Abby was screaming. Ellie removed the eyeball and took it between her two fingers.

“I thought it would be squishier” she said as she examined the eye, she threw it behind her “lets see if the other one is softer”

Tonight was going to be a long night

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“That’s not true” you whispered in disbelief.

“It is” Ellie said trying to convince you.

When Ellie was eventually done with Abby, she wrapped Abby’s body plastic wrap and she cleaned your floors.

“can’t let my girl wake up to a dirty house” Ellie thought.

 Ellie didn’t mind being all bloody, because this was a part of her plan. She would tell you she came over to thank you for the other night, and Abby attacked her.

Ellie was the victim. She killed Abby in self-defense.

 She hoped you believed her

“No” you shouted “Abby would never do that” you cried tears running down your cheeks.

Why the fuck were you crying for someone who was only going to hurt you?

“I’m sorry baby” Ellie whispered, “but she brought it upon herself”

Ellie moved closer to you, bringing you in for tight embrace, she felt how tense you were but she still continued hugging you, taking in your scent.

This is everything she’s always wanted.

“Ellie” you whispered

With a content smile she pulled away “yeah baby”

“I’m going to fucking kill you”

“What?”

And everything went black for Ellie.

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Ellie had a pounding headache when she woke up. She couldn’t move. She was tied up?

“You know” she heard your voice say “it’s not nice killing people”

Ellie watched your movements in silence. In shock.

 How could someone so pretty be so evil?

 “You killed my best friend” you continued as you held the knife Ellie used to gauge Abby’s eyes out. The blade still wet with her blood. You brought the knife to your lips, and licked the blood off. If Ellie wasn’t tied up right now she would be turned on.  

You were doing this for Abby. You weren’t going to let her die without justice.

You walked over to her, dragging the knife down her left thigh.

“it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine” And with that you brought the blade down stabbing Ellie in the thigh, Ellie let out an ear piercing scream.

“That’s it baby” you whispered with a wicked grin “scream for me”

Ellie let out another painful scream at the feeling.

She should’ve fucking killed you.

Ellie Williams. Aged 23. Her body was found brutilized, with over 43 stab wounds.

This was a new era of Ghostface. People thought Ghostface just became more violent, more sadistic. But little do they know, the pretty girl the real Ghsotface fell in love with took her place.

And she’s worse than Ellie.

Authors note: Thank you so much for the support on this series! Remember you are loved, and to always be kind:)

Yours truly,

Zia <3

My pookies <3 (the tag list): @macaroni676 @mqddieas @uraesthete @igoferalforelliewilliams @ellieseyesonly

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WILLAM BUTCHER DONE TOOK MY BLOODY WIFE😭🙏

I KNOW😭😭

i was so shocked i almost didn't finish the episode..

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The Magician Reversed, Ned & Cersei & Dolorous Edd, requested by Ottomatic & Bullet (I combined your prompts, sorry!)

This is incredibly tedious for Cersei. 

She does not think a Lord Stark since Cregan has paid a visit to Castle Black, and while Ned has reminded her multiple times that she very well could have stayed behind at Last Hearth, the thought of suffering as the Umbers’ guest while Ned skipped ahead into the Gift was too much to bear. 

If she is to be miserable, she wants to know someone else is miserable with her. Unfortunately, Ned is not miserable at the Wall, bounding around with his brother Benjen as they were young boys again. 

Benjen may only be nineteen, so Cersei can excuse him for acting like a wild colt, but Ned is four-and-twenty and her husband of four years. He doesn’t seem to much care that she is bored out of her mind, and she will admit, missing their children. 

The idea of traveling this far north with a toddler and an infant was folly, so they left Jocelyn and Willam at home, and while Cersei initially declared herself eager for a break from the tedious hours of childcare, now she finds herself missing them desperately. 

She misses Jocelyn’s irritating questions and Willam’s angry squawks. She misses her bedchamber and the privacy of her lady’s solar. She misses being able to sleep with her husband in her own bed. 

The mattress in their room at Castle Black is hard as a rock, and last night Ned came back to bed tipsy, a state she’d never seen him in before. While initially quite mellow, as he dozed off he began to cry and sob. 

She’d seen him weep before, but never like that. It had annoyed her, and then worried her. She’d wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck, and eventually, he’d quieted. 

Now she sits in the only warm place in the entire bloody keep, the kitchens, picking at a bowl of stew, and sending a dog sniffing at her skirts away with a light kick. Some fool is watching her; he’s grey-haired but his face is not yet lined, which leads her to believe the grey is premature and that he’s no older than thirty. 

His face is as long and thin as her husband’s; perhaps he is some distant Stark relation. Even a bastard. She imagines this is where Ned’s bastard might have ended up, before he died. Poor babe. 

“Lady Stark,” the man says, nodding awkwardly, appearing uncertain as to if he should doff his furry cap. “I’m Edd Tollett. Steward. At your service.”

A steward? She shows him her half-eaten bowl of stew. “Was your cook drunk when he prepared this? It tastes like sea-salt and naught else.”

“No,” says Tollett, “but he was born at sea, my lady, so that may explain it. We like to say that Jem sweats sea-salt, and really, he’s the only one who’s ever sweating in these parts- save the poor bastards being harangued by Ser Alister...”

He flushes, then adds, lamely, “But I expect you don’t care to hear about all that, my lady. We can find you a biscuit?”

Cersei doesn’t want a fucking biscuit. She likes her teeth in her head. But despite her aggravation, something about the flat, sardonic tone of the grey man reminds her of her brother. 

Jaime could be very snide with her, but always grumbled- and apologized- when she flared up in outrage. He was very young, her brother. Just seven-and-ten when he died. She misses him nearly as much as she does her living children. 

“Save your biscuits,” she says. “You’ll need them, I expect, when the Others come calling.” She arches an eyebrow at him.

He stares at her. “You haven’t seen any around, have you? Because that really would put a damper on Lord Stark’s visit, no accounting for hospitality-,”

Cersei laughs and laughs at that.

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Queen Alysanne prayed daily for her niece Aerea and blamed herself for the child’s flight…but she blamed her sister more. Jaehaerys, who had taken little note of Aerea even during the years she had been his heir, chided himself now for that neglect, but it was Balerion who most concerned him, for well he understood the dangers of a beast so powerful in the hands of an angry thirteen-year-old girl. Neither Rhaena Targaryen’s fruitless wanderings nor the storm of ravens Grand Maester Benifer sent forth had turned up any word of the princess or the dragon, beyond the usual lies, mistakes, and delusions. As the days went by and the moon turned and turned again, the king began to fear that his niece was dead. “Balerion is a willful beast, and not one to be trifled with,” he told the council. “To leap upon his back, never having flown before, and take him up…not to fly about the castle, no, but out across the water…like as not he threw her off, poor girl, and she lies now at the bottom of the narrow sea.” Septon Barth did not concur. Dragons were not vagabond by nature, he pointed out. More oft than not, they find a sheltered spot, a cave or ruined castle or mountaintop, and nest there, going forth to hunt and thence returning. Once free of his rider, Balerion would surely have returned to his lair. It was his own surmise that, given the lack of any sightings of Balerion in Westeros, Princess Aerea had likely flown him east across the narrow sea, to the vast fields of Essos. The queen concurred. “If the girl were dead, I would know it. She is still alive. I feel it.” All the agents and informers that Rego Draz had engaged to hunt down Elissa Farman and the stolen dragon eggs were now given a new mission: to find Princess Aerea and Balerion. Reports soon began to come in from all up and down the narrow sea. Most proved useless, as with the dragon eggs; rumors, lies, and false sightings, concocted for the sake of a reward. Some were third- or fourth-hand, others with such paucity of detail that they amounted to little more than “I may have seen a dragon. Or something big, with wings.” The most intriguing report came from the hills of Andalos north of Pentos, where shepherds spoke in fearful tones of a monster on the prowl, devouring entire flocks and leaving only bloody bones behind. Nor were the shepherds themselves spared should they chance to stumble on this beast, for this creature’s appetite was by no means limited to mutton. Those who actually encountered the monster did not live to describe him, however…and none of the stories mentioned fire, which Jaehaerys took to mean that Balerion could not be to blame. Nonetheless, to be certain, he sent a dozen men across the narrow sea to Pentos to try to hunt down this beast, led by Ser Willam the Wasp of his Kingsguard.

Fire and Blood, by George R.R. Martin pg 234-235

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Spike is easily the most interesting guy in BTVS

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#spike pratt #willam the bloody #mvp since s2

Best of Spike | Season 2

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I'd like to point out that No, He didn't ever meet Jefferson, but the rumors were still relevant. He doesn't even know if it's true or not. Plus, the fact that Wade thinks he's that old makes Logan wonder how he ever passed second grade subtraction. He knows Wade is smart, so sometimes he thinks he acts stupid on purpose, but this?.... this just makes him want to face palm himself so hard that he gets a concussion.

Logan war headcanons. (Do I have to put a trigger warning? This is fucking war, you know what you're getting into)

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Saber once got into a bar fight with Willam Sherman, and of course, Logan had to back him up. He was young. It was stupid.

But this is actually the event that inevitably leads him to meet Lincoln. Somewhere, he still has one of the first Lincoln pennies, and if he's ever at a moral crossroads, he'll flip it. He doesn't actually litsen to it, but it makes it easier for him to make up his mind. "Sorry, Link. Not everyone can be saved." Before deciding to murder someone.

Once Logan got into it with Cap because he told him that he was tired of dogs getting killed because of the mines and that he smelled the landmines so why were they killing dogs?

Cap told him that was impossible and to stop drinking. Logan proved this, and when it detonated, Cap never questioned his smells again. Logan actually saved a lot of dogs because of this, and even got the honor of meeting Sargent Stubby. Now he has a fondess for boxers, american bulldogs, and boston terriers (but not french bulldogs)

He wasn't there for it, but when he heard the dog warned people of the gas, he got a bit pissed off that they believed a dog over him.

During his time as a soilder, a frenchmen brought up how many horrible things that Canadian soilders have done, how ruthless and untrust worthy they could be. It even went as far as dumping his canteen, stealing his food, just straight bullying along with framing most of the other canadians for things they did. Saber was planning to kill him, but Logan beat him to it. Logan doesn't remember it. Its why when hes drunk and Remy gets on his nerves he storms off before anything worse can happen, calling him François a couple of times if really deep in the bottle.

Saber talked about how proud he was of his little brother but Logan only remembers waking up panting and standing over a torn up bloody body, the way his platoon mates looked at him afterwards made him feel like a monster. He was treated and felt like a feral animal long before he was given the name of one.

After this, He isolated, saber put it in his head that they couldn't trust humans and that he was the only one who would ever understand him.

This was until he met a German who had ran away from his country to join the other side. He was seen as a traitor, a spy, someone not to be trusted. He remembered them sharing food and each time he'd turn and scarf it down. The german didn't mind, though.

He'd laugh and give him more. Not because he was making fun of him but because he knew logan was hungry more then the others. Have you ever heard a german laugh over the sounds of bombs and shouting while ravagening stale bread in the mud, blood filled trenches?

The Germans english was TERRIBLE but they managed. Despite not even understanding each other most of the time, they covered each others back, splitting meals and joking around (best they could with the barrier)

He even nicknamed him "Mien herr Vild"

"What?"

"Herr Vild."

"Vile?"

"Vviillldd."

"What does that mean?"

"Es bedeutet, dass du jetzt mein freund bist."

"Mean Friend?"

"Ja."

"Ha. Sure. Good enough."

He didn't know it at the time, but this was possibly one of his best friendships of all time. But also the shortest because Saber couldn't handle the jealousy and killed him. "What happend to not trusting humans!?"

"He was different! You saw it!"

"No, what I seen was you letting your gaurd down and eating out of the palm of his hand like a damn dog!"

"Im not a dog and you damn well know I do what I want!"

"He went around telling the whole camp that you're mean and wild Logan! What would that mean for US!?"

It wasn't until years later that he understood most of their conversations, translating them from blurry memory. Perhaps this is why he finds Kurts accent so comforting. Someone else that was treated like an animal but the kindest soul he's met. His spirit unbroken and a strong warrior. If he believed in reincarnation, he might suspect something. Thankfully, he doesn't.

do you guys think that Wade keeps Logan up at night asking him some random and ridiculous questions about history bc you know logan is OLD and not letting him rest a little, just mumbling about stuff like

Wade: 'so, what was the great depression like?'

While Logan is sitting there like:

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Buffy: Come...Now.

Spike: You must have me mistaken for a pet.

Buffy: (Scowls) Would you come with me?

Spike: That's better.