#worst game of russian roulette EVER

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Kaden: It’s done. Riona: I shan’t be thanking you. Kaden: Understandable.

Riona: Who was it? Kaden: I’m not answering that. Riona: No? I could start guessing-…

Kaden: It doesn’t matter anymore, Riona. Riona: No, I suppose it doesn’t… Kaden: Kian will be back shortly.

[GUN CHAMBER SPINS] [SIGH] [CLICK]

…

Riona: So be it.

[anteroom-of-death]

The fact that I jam out to music made by people who want me exterminated should be studied....

[benoitblanc]

no offense but i think that the one-two-three-four punch of vince gilligan/rob bowman/gillian anderson/david duchovny should have been in charge of literally every decision ever made on the x-files, because no one has ever understood the mulder and scully dynamic better than the four of them did in the last ten minutes of pusher. the audience can SEE that scully clearly knows that her death is the worst-case scenario in the russian roulette game not because she would die, but because it would destroy mulder. her own death terrifies her not because it's death, but because it would mean leaving him alone with his guilt. which boils their relationship down to its absolute barest essentials in about thirty seconds of screentime. fucking bonkers artistic choices all around

[cr33pz-mck3nna]

hi! could you please write jason the toymaker, laughing jack, and candypop for the yandere prompt?:3

YANDERE HEADCANONS WITH THE CARVINAL TRIO

Ft: My vers of Jason the Toymaker, Laughing Jack and Candy Pop(credits for the images to the OPs on Pinterest)

Jason the Toymaker

Yandere level/intensity: 8/10

Love language: Giving gifts, physical touch, words of affirmation(receiving)

• Once this man lays his eyes on you it's over, they're never leaving you again

• He will disregard his job for you, has gotten in trouble with his fellow crps for this

• Once he has you he is never letting you leave, will whine if you have to go shopping and finds a reason to hate every last one of your friends

• If Slender was to find out about you and order your death his genuine response would be "Pardon me Slenderman sir..but I'd like to see you try."

• Started making you your favorite kind of toy(doll or stuffie) immediately after seeing you, would send them to you in a cliche "secret admirer" way, calls those toys in particular your children

• He would bring you around certain crps but would not bring you to live in the mansion, you would live in his workshop with him and his toys

• He would not trust you around the other two in the carnival trio, especially Jack, if you're ever around while they also are you are ALWAYS holding his hand, he trusts Candy around you if anything but Jack is a 100% no like..he'll never leave you alone with Candy, or anyone really, but he will not even allow you in the same building as Jack

• This man is possibly worse than Tobias when it comes to his self esteem and needs a constant stream of verbal and physical love to not loose his fucking mind due to his own thoughts

• His favorite time? Cuddle time of course! This man LOVES his physical attention, he's very anti touch with every person around him except for you so be prepared to have absolutely no personal space anymore, the bathroom will become your sanctuary-

• If you ever tried to leave him he would not be the type to kill you, not his precious, never his precious, he WOULD break your legs The Promised Neverland style tho and drag you home, best case scenario you learn to not run again, you heal and live happily ever after(kinda), worst case scenario though...he paralyzes you and takes you to Puppeteer for help turning you into a living doll, his now favorite doll.

Laughing Jack

Yandere level/intensity: 10/10

Love language: Violence, Physical touch, Giving/Receiving gifts, Nicknames

• You were his victim, of course, Jack ain't one of the crps like Jason or a proxy who could've met you on casual terms y'know-

• If you were unphased by the deaths of your friends then that probably would've made him intruiged with you, if you were hiding your fear though...that would've made him even more intruiged

• I do hope you are not an empath because this man LOVES to see you cry, one way or another, finds your angry tears the most beautiful though

• Can be very rough with his physical attention, I'm not sure if you cried if that would make the situation better or worse for yourself

• As much as he loves seeing you cry if it's not caused by him WHOOO BOY whoever caused it better start saying their prayers

• If Slender found out about you and ordered your death, again, I see this man CACKLING HYSTERICALLY at Slender and anyone else around, like they actually have a fucking chance-

• Likes bringing you around the other crps because he knows none of them are dumb enough(except Jeff or BEN) to touch HIS human, will definitely keep you at the mansion because I don't see him liking the victims at his carnival seeing his posessionhis weakness

• Loves bringing you around Jason and Candy just to flaunt you like a prized dog he also loves having someone around while he calls the two colorful men all sorts of snide gay comments

• His idea of gifts are either candy, toys or human/animal body parts so..it's like a game of russian roulette every time he gives you a "gift", he is also the type that if he doesn't like your gift he will tell you to your face but secretly keep it forever

• Probably has a nickname for you like "flea" or "maggot" that he'll call you when around people but he definitely loves calling you "sweetheart"

• Now if you tried to leave then all bets are off. Of course, all humans are the same after all! He would immediately kill you, he spared you when he should've killed you alongside your friends and still you do this to him!? He would never speak of you again and his hatred for humans might be even worse this time

Candy Pop

Yandere level/intensity 7/10

Love language: Quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation(giving), nicknames

• When he first saw you...nobody else did after that day- Absolutely is the impulsive Yandere who takes you immediately

• Absolutely a lovebomber but doesn't do it out of malice, honestly I don't think he knew he was yandere until you explained to him what that even was-

• A constant flow of emotional and physical attention attention from him, if you came from a very emotionally connected family then you immediately feel at home but if you had a more distant family who wasn't very loving then I wouldn't be surprised if early on you broke down in tears

• Probably the most loving yandere out of the three of them, will most probably accidentally give you stockholm and have you convinced it's a healthy relationship until you see Jeffrey walking by and get a MASSIVE reality check

• If Slender finds out about you and orders your death this man can and will drop every form of a life he has built with the crps and go off the grid with you, he is NOT taking any chances with your mortal life

• Will most definitely keep you in his dream dimension most of the time, if you want to go back to the human world he'll see if one of the boss's cabins are available

• He only brings you around Jason and Jack because he considers them his best "friends", if you felt uncomfortable around any one of themJack he would stop bringing you around them but if you took to one of them he would bring that one to you to hang out, so bring them to his dream dimension more

• Most favorite nicknames would probably be "sugar", "gumdrop", "honey bun" and "my love"

• This man does not trust ANYONE around you, somehow has more trust issues then Jason, though he'll allow people you trust around you

• Definitely the "pleaser" type of yandere, is never happy unless you are happy and will do anything to make you that way, even if it means making himself uncomfortable, anything for you

• Definitely has taken a kid or two as his newest "present" for you, will reluctantly return them if you ask him to, what can I say he loves playing house with you, gives him the closest feeling to what he thinks might be humanity

• This man has nightmares about loosing you and his dreams aren't much better as they're always filled with "What if's" about your relationship if he was human like you or you a monster like him

• If you tried to leave this could go one of two ways, he could finally snap and drag you back into his dream dimension, never letting you see the human world again and never letting you out of his sight, you don't have the right to do that anymore after breaking his trust, or he could let you go but believe me that till the day you die you'll never truly be alone again, he'll always be watching his love.

AHHH I LOVED THIS REQUEST! This was SO FUN to write and I hope y'all enjoy(and I hope this was sufficient enough to your request anon)! Sorry if any one of them is a little shorter than the others, I just wrote as much I could think of so I hope it's enough. Let me know if you want any more(or full fics, or a poly version of these headcanons) and remember requests are open just read the somewhat rules/introduction pinned on my page and maybe go read my list of characters and prompts if you don't have a very custom request. Tata for now my lovely little gremlins! -Creepz

[romanoffsbish]

Russian Roulette

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

A wholesome argument between lovers leads to the best night of all of yours lives.. | 1,995 Words

Warning: Emotional W, Petty Lovers

Smut: Unprotected Sex, Rope/Bondage (N) Daddy (Intersex-N), Dick-Riding (R/W—N) Thigh Riding (W on R), Overstimulation(N), Breeding.

18+ | Minors DNI

Natasha's not sure what started the argument, but now that she's found herself stripped bare with her hands tied behind a chair in your shared bedroom with the promise of pleasure she's not sure she cares all that much anymore. All she knows is that you and Wanda have placed a bet, and that you two were some of the most stubborn people she's ever had the pleasure of loving so this was either going to be the worst day of all of your lives, or the best night of hers; she's praying for the latter.

Natasha’s lust blown eyes tracked your bodies as you two spoke in a secretive manner, her brow raised as she tried to figure out the actual plan here, but you two weren’t giving it up.

“First round you get a minute and a half.”

Wanda nodded, “The remaining just a minute.”

“Heads or tails love?,” she smiled, even in the midst of a petty fight you still refer to her so tenderly., “Tails.,” you flipped the coin, and the smile on her face was wiped away., “Heads.”

Natasha watched as Wanda set a timer on her phone, the energy shifted as soon as she hit start, and her hands reflexively tugged on the restraints when you sauntered over to her in only your lacy white bra., "Fuck, detka.," she moaned once your wetness dripped onto her thigh as you moved to straddle her bare legs.

"A-a condom?," she whined, but you tauntingly chuckled., "Oh baby.," you lined her up with your entrance., "Let me fill you in on the bet.," you slowly sunk down onto her, wincing as the stretch was working to tear you open, and the redheads face slammed against your shoulder as she worked hard to catch her stolen breath.

"We couldn't decide who should be the first to carry your babies.," you panted against her ear, the ghost of a smirk on your face as you felt her twitch at the thought., "So, we're going to play this game until fate decides who you breed."

"Oh shit.," you could feel her shiver, and you hoped it wouldn't be long, but then the dreaded timer broke the moment, and the redhead whined as you removed yourself completely., "I'll be back.," you winked with a confidence that Wanda rolled her eyes at., "We'll see."

"Don't fret moya lyubov'," Wanda teased, her dripping cunt quick to replace the warmth that Natasha was whining over losing., "Blyad!"

(Fuck)

"That's right.," she giggled., "Trakhni menya daddy.," she caught the redheads affected groan with her lips while slowly bouncing up and down on her thick cock.

(Fuck me)

"Can you imagine it Natty?," she swiveled her hips, causing the woman beneath her to mewl as her head flew back in pleasure., "My puffy cunt stuffed full, and dripping with your cum.," her lips traveled over her heated skin until she began to suck on her sweet spot., "Then soon enough I'll be round, and carrying our baby."

Natasha felt it when Wanda's words sent a shiver down her spine, and once her lips slammed to hers she was ready to bust, just another couple thrusts and she'd let it go, but then the alarm went off and Wanda released her hold on her., "Hold it lyubov', be strong.," she instructed sternly then removed herself.

Wanda squealed when you slapped her ass, and before she could scold you she was melting against you as your lips found hers. Natasha watched you two with rapt attention as you apparently sought to devour Wanda whole, her cock twitching, and coated in her pre-cum as she desperately wished for your lost attention.

"No matter who wins, just know I love you, and am excited to start this family.," you panted, your forehead pressed to hers while you were regaining your breath., "I love you so much.," she whispered affectionately, then her lips found yours once more for a reassuring kiss.

Breaking apart came once you heard Natasha whimper, it was pathetic really, but you two always did do a great job at riling her up., "Let the games begin again, may the best pussy win.," Wanda giggled and playfully shoved you away, causing you to turn your focus onto the desperate woman who's now humping the air.

"Hey daddy.," you winked as you crouched down, your tongue popping out so you can drag it over the throbbing vein of Natasha's cock., "Fuck, Wanda you taste so good.," you praised your other lover before swirling your tongue around Nat's enflamed tip, tasting her next., "God, Nat, you too.," you moaned, and the redhead followed as you slammed your lips to hers while sinking down on her thick length.

"Sorry we left you hanging daddy.," your words were muffled against her lips, and nearly drowned out by the sound of skin slapping., "Just wanted to give you a little show is all."

Flashes of your previous entanglement with Wanda flow through her mind, building her orgasm up that much faster as she remembers the way you groped Wanda's breasts and allowed her to get off on your thigh alone.

"No!," Natasha shrieked when the timer went off, you chuckled, but pressed a sympathetic kiss to her cheek., "Soon my love, don't hold back on your next go, fuck a baby into her.," Natasha whimpered, every single time she lost the warmth of your tight holes she was nearly back at square one. The buildup each time increased to a painful level, and she was not sure she could take much more of this.

Wanda smiled when passing you, her hand softly trailing over your abdomen as she did. When straddling Natasha this time Wanda was uncharacteristically still, her hips weren't even moving, and you could see the obvious sexual frustration in Nat's features, but then you saw them soften as she slowly gyrated and spoke.

"I can't wait to be a mama.," Wanda whispered, tears budding up in her eyes, and Natasha was quick to lean forward, nudging her nose into her cheek, and Wanda broke the rest of the distance to kiss her back, desperately wanting the comfort over winning the silly game.

In the vulnerable moment the game was forgotten for all, the two connected in front of you were making out in such a tender manner, you couldn't help wanting to be involved so your soft hands wrapped around to play with Wanda's nipples, and your lips met her back.

Wanda moaned breathily into Natasha's mouth, the combination of all your touches, and the feeling of being so full leant her into a second orgasm, she came hard on Natasha's cock, and the tiniest spurt of cum left the redhead, but it wasn't enough to constitute a win, and the forgotten timer tragically went off.

"It's okay baby, you can stay.," you kissed over the mark you left behind and she shook her head with a smile., "No, a bet is a bet detka."

With a gentle hand you helped her off of Nat, her legs shaky as she's came twice already herself, and you pecked her lips softly before taking her place on the overstimulated cock., "Come on now daddy, speed up the process.," you began to bounce on her once again, pulling desperate moans from her as she felt herself on the edge of bliss for the fifth time, it was all too much, and she was truly fed up with the game.

"Fate's taking too long.," Natasha groaned, and in a split second her hands were free'd from her restraints, and your back hit the mattress with a squeal of shock, and a squeak of springs. She pounded into you with vigor, blissfully ignoring the timer sounding off behind her., "Fuck, I'm cumming detka.," her face fell into the crook of your neck, panting harshly against your chest as she held true to her words, and you writhed and screamed as she released.

"Oh my god, yes, please fill me up, wanna be full daddy, I'm begging you!," you were in a state of euphoria you'd never experienced before. Having her seed painting your walls had the most amazing effect on you, causing you to clench around her, milking her dry as your walls fluttered, and your own orgasm drenched her cock, dripping onto the mattress.

Wanda's lip was caught between her teeth as she saw your mixed arousals gush onto the sheets. As disappointed as she was not to be in your place she couldn't deny how hot it was to see your mutual lover overfilling your pussy.

She sat patiently at the end of the California King bed, shamelessly admiring your sweaty bodies as they moved in aggressive tandem as the both of you sought to prolong the pleasure. Her plush thighs clenched in desperation, that familiar ache between her legs returned with a vengeance as she watched Natasha's hips continue to fuck you well beyond your bliss, so persistent as she pleaded for you to take it all, to not waste a single drop in breathy pants against your marked up chest. There was truly nothing hotter than a desperate Natasha.

"I promise to take it all daddy, wanna be your pretty little cum dump, full of your miracles.," you screamed, clenching around her thickness for emphasis, all of her persistent thrusting was building you both up to another release., "Fuck, detka I'm gonna—.," a moan tore from the redheads throat as she released an even bigger load into you, her hips stilled as she was overwhelmed by the sheer amount leaving her. She'd never in her life came that hard before, your organic warmth over the usual silicone layer was introducing her to new pleasures.

"Mm, thank you daddy.," you hummed as you lazily continued to meet her equally as limited thrusts., "You're welcome detka.," her plump lips pressed to yours sloppily, she suckled on your tongue in a means of distraction, her hips yet to still as she slowly thrusted, her intention to drive her sperm deep into your womb, and ensure above all else that you end up pregnant.

"Daddy?," Wanda whispered., "Baby?," it was honestly so quiet that you'd hardly heard her., "Please.," but the desperation in her voice was unmistakable, so you nudged Natasha who reluctantly released your lips and shifted her gaze over to the pouting Sokovian., "Oh my, look at you.," she rasped, the slick drenching her plush thighs enough to marvel at for days.

"Don't you worry now lyubov'.," the redhead beckoned the woman over with the crook of her finger, and guided her to lay flat beside you., "Daddy's got more than enough cum to last for hours, I'll have you both so full you'll feel me dripping down your thighs for weeks."

Natasha watched the way Wanda's eyes lit up, and she felt your excitement as you clenched around her softened cock that was quick to harden at the sensation and thoughts of the both of you being fucked senseless had her ready to pick her animalistic pace back up.

With a tenderness though she kissed you to ease the ache as she pulled out, you whined at the loss, but you were satiated after she put a plug in your gaping hole. It wasn't nearly as stimulating as her throbbing dick, but it was more than enough to make you feel full, she gently elevated you with a pillow beneath your lower back, trying to use the force of gravity to help her swimmers along on their journey.

Once you were situated she moved on to the patient brunette at your side, she hovered over her with darkened orbs, and in one thrust she slammed her cock passed her yearning hole., "Playtime is over.," she grunted as she set herself up at a quick pace., "Daddy's going to have you two blabbering disasters by the end of the night, there's no way you'll leave barren."

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[ode2cheol]

RUSSIAN ROULETTE — 러시안 룰렛

0.7k, mingyu x gn!dealer!reader, fluff, takes place in casino, shits on gamblers a little 😭 (i don’t have any thoughts on gamblers i just needed it for the plot)

“if i win this one you’ll go on a date with me right?” the handsome annoying man sitting across the poker table asked grinning while playing with a chip between his fingers.

you rolled your eyes, ��for the hundredth time this week, mr kim, no” you told him plainly, focusing on the task at hand and continuing to shuffle the cards.

truth be told- you wanted to say yes. so badly. kim mingyu was handsome and naturally charismatic so you couldn’t really blame yourself for falling for him just a tiny bit.

but regardless of how handsome and charming he was, above all he was a gambler and you didn’t really trust them. considering your job you met them pretty often, and the types of people you’d met in here were some of the worst.

some had families and would throw away their income surrounded by women when they should’ve been home with their wives, should’ve even been taking her out on a date and many have told this to you when they downed their twelfth shot of the night.

that isn’t to say all gamblers are bad, you’ve met some really nice people here but unfortunately you haven’t had a good experience with the gamblers that come here daily for hours with no end.

mingyu could very well just be here for a good time, but that doesn’t necessarily guarantee he isn’t the same as the men you’ve grown to hate over the years working here.

“oh come on ynnn” he whined a little unfitting considering the company at the table, huge men with a permanent scowl set between their brows. “just say yes once and you won’t regret it i promise” he looked at you, eyes sparkling and puppy like.

you sighed deciding to ignore him and start the game instead, “please place your bets” you plastered a smile while addressing everyone playing at the table.

to no surprise, mingyu won. regardless of whether he was a genius or just stupidly lucky- he always won.

the rest of the men left their table, a few muttering ‘stupid kid’ angrily under their breath but mingyu paid them no mind, turning to you once again.

“ynnn” he said sing-songily. “what do you sayyy?”

“congratulations mr kim?” you stared at him blankly, internally cooing when his shoulders deflated a little.

mingyu groaned, face in his hands before perking up and looking at you with a newfound determination in his eyes. “let’s start the next one”

it took you a little off guard but you listened regardless, starting the game by asking everyone to place their bets again.

oddly enough, mingyu was losing. he was making ametuer moves and it was only leaving you confused. because of this, mingyu ended up losing the game- luckily he didn’t lose much money as he would make but it was still a loss.

“do you wanna go out with me?” he asked, catching you off guard.

“huh?”

“go out with me?”

you scoffed, “didn’t you ask me this like an hour ago?”

mingyu continued to keep his gaze on you, admiring your focus on your work and how fast your fingers worked to get everything set for the next game.

“yeah but.. i thought you’d agree if i asked you after i lost” he told you matter of factly as if it was the most obvious thing ever and was a normal conclusion to draw.

you stared at him confused before laughing out of pure disbelief. “you mean to tell me, that you just blew that much money- just because you thought it’d make me say yeah to going out with you”

if it was any other person they probably would’ve started looking a little sheepish, but mingyu stood his ground even deciding to look proud at his ‘amazing’ plan.

you bit your upper lip, making mingyu a little anxious awaiting your answer. “keep this for me” you winked before heading to deal at another table.

mingyu didn’t let his mood get too sour before he opened the folded note you gave him, your number on it and a ‘i finish at 11’ accompanying it. when he spotted you and caught your gaze, your heart gushed at the boyish grin set on his excited face.

[whosmoraless]

-chirp- “greetings spiderling”

Lately, Miles has been getting into the habit of doing his studying at the HQ cafeteria. Sure, it's super busy, but the energy of the other Spiders around him is motivating. He's been here for a couple hours, and a good amount of work got done!

And, okay, yeah he's being doing a little Tumblr scrolling in between, but c'mon; he's got 3 tests in the same week! Surely that's justifiable. Studying is still getting done, okAY?

But then-

That ever so familiar feeling of danger,danger danger, predator, totem, Miguel- careens its way into his skull, practically vibrating his brain with its intensity.

(The fact that his Spider-sense always trips up around Miguel is... something Miles has been actively trying NOT to unpack. Especially now that there's two of them.)

Miles hears the other man before he sees him; tossing his headphones away, with clammy hands and looking around. Truly, it's the worst fucking game of Russian roulette. Will he be face-to-tits face with his scary-ass cranky-ass boss, or the even bigger, scarier one that looks like something out of a movie his dad wouldn't want him watching past 11pm?

... for once, Crab-Ass Boss is preferable. Better the devil you know or whatever.

"Uh," Miles very intelligently responds, "hello?"

Given the voice came from above, it's probably the scarier-than-normal Miguel. Unless normal Miguel is also in the habit of vent-crawling too... which is a mental image Miles absolutely did not need.

[preet-01]

The plan originally was to write a Brocedes reconciliation fic based on a shared elevator in their Monaco apartment building, but that did not happen

His worst enemy. The bane of his existence. The site of all his fears. The fuel of his nightmares. 

The breath of fresh air. The hope of having all he wants. The moment in the presence of his one eternal love. 

It all comes down to an elevator. 

Pathetic. 

He's a seven-time world champion. The face of the sport he loves and has dedicated his life to. A desirable bachelor anyone would feel lucky to have. He is more than anything ever imagined possible for him and much more than those who wanted to shoot him down. 

But yet, it's in an elevator that he finds his hopes and fears. Locked away in a small cubicle for no more than two minutes is all he ever thinks about whenever he's at home in Monaco. Hoping that he'll find himself locked in there with Him. Fearing that when those doors open He'll be standing there. Wanting and dreading all in one breath, the most horrible juxtaposition of his life. And yet the greatest. 

His therapist would tell him to stop staying in that apartment. To permanently move into the apartment he'd bought in a fit of anger and sadness when He had retired from the sport they loved, dreamt of racing in ever since they were children. But he would have to talk to his therapist about Him for that advice to be given. He would have to tell someone about Him finally, finally verbalize the love, the pain, the sadness, the longing, and the desperation that surrounded Him.

Every time Lewis leaves his apartment and enters the elevator, it is a game of Russian Roulette. But he welcomes it like an old friend. 

Standing in front of the elevator with one airpod in his ear and his phone playing some song Daniel had recommended during a previous race weekend, Lewis does not hear one word of the song. He’ll have to relisten to it or lie to Daniel. For now, Lewis is busy praying and thinking. Whether he prays to see Him or not, Lewis does not know, nor does he wish to figure it out – fearing what either option means for him. 

The elevator dings as the doors slowly open. 

A flash of blond hair and a silk, patterned two-piece set are all he sees before He rushes forward and presses the close doors button. 

The choice is made for him and his prayers remain in question. 

Hitting replay, Lewis listens to Daniel’s song recommendation and texts him before pressing the down button. He only waits a few minutes for another elevator to arrive. 

It’s not the same elevator He had been in, but nonetheless, Lewis feels his ever-persistent presence haunting the space. 

The two-minute elevator ride goes by quickly and Lewis is just as quick to exit a space haunted by all his desires and hatreds. He had not faced Him today, not truly He had taken that out of his hand, but Lewis knows that he won’t always be so lucky or perhaps unlucky. 

_____

Sometimes Nico forgets and pushes the button for floor 32 instead of the button for the lobby. 

Sometimes he forgets and steps out of the elevator and doesn’t remember until he stands on the doorstep of Lewis’ apartment with his hand raised and ready to ring the doorbell. Sometimes he forgets and rings the bell. 

And each time, he has to rush to the stairwells, hoping that maybe Lewis won’t be home and won’t see Nico standing in the hall when he lives a floor above. 

But sometimes, he prays that today would be the day Lewis opens the door. Sometimes he dreams of what would happen if Nico wasn’t fast enough – just as he was rarely fast enough when racing Lewis – and Lewis saw him in the hall, running from him like he has so many times before like a coward. Lewis had always been the braver one between the two of them – forced to be brave where Nico was allowed, no expected, to be soft. 

So used to forgetting and pressing the button for floor 32, Nico rushes forward and presses the close doors button when the elevator dings. In his fear of being seen by Lewis, he doesn’t realize that the flash of tattooed brown skin and chocolate brown eyes was not some stranger but Lewis until the elevator dings again signaling its arrival in the lobby. 

The difference between them has never been clearer. For all that Lewis avoids him in the paddock, he had never avoided getting into elevators with him. Meanwhile, Nico, who rarely avoids speaking of Lewis, always ran at the first opportunity. 

Nico hates elevators.

A simple cell that should deliver him from his floor to the lobby and vice versa, easily becomes much more. It is a prison in which he’s confined for two minutes with a man that he’d once dreamed of spending eternity with, but now only gets fleeting moments with lest he feel like a coward and run. It is the ghosts of a life he misses terribly that guide him to his salvation and demise, deluding him into believing that they are still two boys who dreamed of a life together and talked about connecting the two apartments that were one on top of the other so they would never need an elevator to be together. 

Now they haunt the same elevators, imprisoning themselves for two brief minutes, just to be in one another’s presence. A simple elevator that they once hated for how it separated them, kept them apart for longer than needed, now is the only thing that keeps them together, forces them to exist in the same space. 

Sometimes Nico forgets, but most times he remembers and that remains the worst thing ever. Elevators are all he has and are all he dreads these days. 

[radisprettysick]

Buckshot

Sukuna x Reader // A game of russian roulette

TW// guns, violence, mentions of death, mentions of drugs, p in v, mentions of blood, dubcon,

please let me know if i missed a tag

You were scared out of your mind. But that was part of the reason you were here tonight. You couldn’t help the attraction to danger and adrenaline. Your heart was beating out of your chest to the loud rave music.

You had heard about this club while high out of your mind with probably the worst people to be vulnerable around.

                “Sign here.” You are greeted with a brusque voice handing you a clipboard with a piece of paper attached to it. General Release of Liability. Great. You pick up the attached pen and sign away your rights. You are lead upstairs of the underground club. The pounding of the music somehow got more intense as you climbed the old metal stairs. At the end of the hallway upstairs there was an office door with the blinds shut tight. As you got closer you could see splashes of red peeking out from behind the door. A reminder of how stupid you were being right now. But rent was due in a week, and you needed the money.

                The security guard who was guiding you opened the door for you. “Good luck.” Before leaving, he attached two wires to your chest.  In the middle of the room was a pool table without any of the balls or sticks. White lines were drawn over it and next to the table was a defibrillator along with an IV stand. The rest of the room was too dark to see past the table. There was a chair in front of you on one side of the pool table, so you took the seat and waited for your opponent to arrive.

                After what seemed like 10 minutes, a door in the back of the room opened and closed. You could hear footsteps approaching you and the pounding in your chest returned with every heavy step. He reached the opposite end of the table before stopping. You brought your eyes up his stomach, his chest and finally to his face. This man was huge. Covered in tattoos. And another reminder of your stupidity.

                “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here? Just so you know, I am not going easy on you just because you’re a girl sweetheart.” His voice definitely matched his aura. Something about him made you feel uneasy. Besides the fact that you were about to put your life in his hands, he made you feel a deep anxiety. Something you couldn’t quite place.

                “I-I don’t expect you too.” Your voice comes out so much weaker than you intended. This was not the first time you ever risked your life but something about him added so much more fear into your system.

                “Oh, you poor thing. You sound so scared already” He let out a light chuckle from your fear. “The rules are simple. I load the bullets in a random order without looking and we each get a turn to fire either at ourselves or the opponent. If you shoot yourself with a blank, you get to go again. Got it?”

                You had a feeling he didn’t really care for an answer, but you gave one anyway. “Yes.”

The middle of the table opened up and a shot gun along with 3 bullets next to it appeared. One bullet was red and the other two black. He grabbed the shotgun and the bullets and proceeded to fill the chamber.

“Since you’re a cute little thing you can go first.” He grinned and slid the gun across the table to you. With shaky hands you held it and contemplated whether you should shoot yourself or him. It was a 66% chance that the shot was a blank. There was a higher chance that you could shoot yourself with a blank and get a second chance for a 50/50. With a deep breath you held the barrel under your chin, closed your eyes and silently hoped for a blank.

With a pull of the trigger, you heard a click. Nothing happened. You got a blank.

“Someone’s lucky.” You look at him and see him grinning with no hint of fear in his eyes. It doesn’t feel like he is even a tiny bit scared of you possibly shooting him. More confident this time, you aim the barrel at him and pull.

Another click. It was a blank. And now it was his turn. The only one remaining was a real shot. You were going to be shot. You slowly put the gun back in the middle and felt your heart drop to your stomach.

                “Ah maybe not.” He picked up the gun and with ease aimed at you. “I did warn you I wasn’t going to go easy on you.” He pulled and the barrel let out a loud bang.

                I really should not have come tonight. This was how my life ended. In a shitty club playing Russian roulette with a guy who could most definitely end my life with his own hand if he wanted.

                You felt a huge shock and woke up coughing on the floor in front of the door. You heard the man laughing at your patheticness. You grasped at your heart when you felt the wires that the man had attached earlier placed. Ah. So that is how the game advanced. If you got shot, you would be brought back with a shock to your system.

                “You ready for round two doll?” More bullets rise from the table, and he again grabs them to start filling them. While sitting back down and still coughing, you notice a screen on the side of the table displaying the score. ‘Sukuna: 3 // Guest: 2’. So, he was already up by one. You felt your body start to focus up more as the pain from being shot wore off a little. You knew you would feel this tomorrow, if you made it that long, but right now that didn’t matter. You had to win. For the prize money. You gave him a silent nod and with that round 2 began. This time it was 3 red and 2 black. There were more real bullets than blanks this time. “You are first again.”

                You grabbed the gun, still with trembling hands, and debated silently whether to fire at yourself or Sukuna. “I’m curious of why someone like you is playing this game. Here.” You brought your eyes up to meet his. His eyes were red. And now you realize why he made you uneasy. He didn’t feel human.

                “I needed the money. Plus, I’m an adrenaline junkie.” You started to point the barrel at him, deciding that you would take your odds of the first shot being a real one. You pulled the trigger and heard a click.

Fuck.

“Hahaha… you know there are drugs to give you that rush right? Hand that over to me doll.” He reached for the gun as you slid to the middle. Without wasting time, he pointed it up at himself and grinned like a maniac. He pulled the trigger, and it went off.

He shot himself. Your eyes went wide, and you felt your heart stop. You stood up from the table to try and get a look at him before you heard a huge gasp of air and some coughing. He got back up and into his chair like nothing happened. Still smiling like the fucking devil.

“Shit luck. Your turn.”

The rest of the round went on until you shot him after the blanks had been used up. ‘Sukuna 1//Guest:2’ You actually had a chance at winning this. Bullets once again rose from the table and this time it was 5 red and only 2 blanks. And he started the round.

He held the gun in his hands and thought for a moment. “You know…it’s been so long since I only had one life left. Say what… if you win, I’ll throw in some extra cash. But if I win…. I want something in return.” What was he doing? He was on his last life right now. There was no way he could get two shots on you without getting one himself. “What do you say cutie?” You hesitated before giving him an answer. “Sure. But what is it you want?”

“Oh, you’ll find out when I win.” He then aimed the gun at himself and pulled. Click.

No fucking way. There was only one blank left, 5 real shots left, and now he gets a second chance. He then aimed the gun back towards you. Sukuna pulled the trigger and the barrel exploded. You once again felt a shock while regaining consciousness on the floor. You struggled for air and pulled yourself back into the chair to continue playing. ‘Sukuna:1//Guest:1’. With a rush to get the game over you grabbed the gun into your hands. If he can get lucky, maybe you can too. Your hands were shaking, you still couldn’t quite catch your breath, and you could feel your heart in your ears. You pressed the gun right under your chin and with one last breath pulled the trigger.

You felt another shock you your chest and was once again on the floor. You lost. You felt so fucking stupid for risking that chance.  You sat on the floor. Now that the game was over you started to realize what position you were in. You were just shot three times. Why did you do this? Why did you play this game?

Sukuna laughed as he stood up from his chair and walked around the table towards you. He crouched down to be closer to face-to-face with you. He raised his hand up and you instinctively flinched. He put a piece of hair behind you ear and held your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “Aw you poor thing. You lost… well that means I get my prize now.” He moved his hand from your chin and further down your body until reaching the edge of your mini skirt. “I see you came dressed for the occasion.” His grin grew even larger and now you really felt like an idiot. Your brain went numb slowly realizing what was about to happen. Your heartbeat started to drown out the noise of the club, your palms were coated in sweat, and your chest felt like it was going to explode at any moment.

His other hand reached for the wires on your chest and tugged them off of you without care. While the hand teasing the edge of your skirt moved on to gripping your exposed thigh. “It is really a shame you lost.” You heard the desire in his voice more than the actual words themselves. He was toying with you the entire time. This was never a fair chance. Why else would he make a bet with you?

His hand moved further up and started teasing your clothed slit. “Ooo well I guess you aren’t too sad about losing. Your pussy is fucking dripping.” He was right. You weren’t lying when you said you were attracted to danger. And this entire night has been nothing but that. This man in front of you was practically the devil himself. He pushed your back onto the floor and that is when it really clicked in your brain what was happening.

“Wait no please” You started to actually cry for your dignity. All the dumb stuff you did in life this had to take the cake. He used his thumb to wipe your tears before groaning to himself.

“Fuck baby, I barely touched you and ya already cryin? Just wait until I actually get started.” You tried to stop him from pulling your skirt and underwear down but there was no stopping him. His arms were probably bigger than your legs. “Shit doll you really were waiting for this huh?” He started to rub your clit with his fingers before using his other hand to unzip his pants.

His cock was huge. There was no way he was fitting. You started to cry even more and still attempted to push him away. He was still smiling at your pathetic state. Such a dumb little girl wandering into a place like this expecting to leave without giving up your body to him. Without bothering to actually prep you, he shoved his cock into your pussy in one go.

You let out a high-pitched scream at the sudden entrance. It felt like you were splitting open. It was too much. He wrapped his hand around your throat and started to move inside of you. “Such a dramatic little doll… don’t worry I’ll fill you so you’ll be begging for more.” With a loud groan he lifted your leg up and pressed you into your own body. The hand on your throat moved to rip your top and bra off leaving you nothing. “Fuck you’re so sexy. I knew your pussy was going to be tight from the second I saw you.” His thrusts eventually started to feel good. And you hated it. You hated that you liked this. Your body was actually enjoying this older man violate and use you. Against your wishes, you let out an involuntary moan and that was the end of your act.

“Let me hear more of how much you like being used like a good slut.” He had something over you now. You were his toy and you had to obey him, no matter what you thought. You continued to scream for him as he shoved his cock further into your pussy, hitting your sweet spot.

“Fuckfuckfuck ple-please don’t stoppppp” You were really dumb. But you were perfect for him. So easy to take control of. He loved it. He started rubbing you clit for you with his hands while continuing to bully your poor pussy. You could feel your stomach start to tighten up at the added stimulation.

“Come on why don’t you give me my prize now sweetie?” And with that, you squirted all over his dick and stomach and leaked out onto the dirty office floor. He flipped you over, giving you zero time to recover, shoved himself back inside of you. Spanking your ass and pulling you up by the throat. “Fuck I’m gonna make you mine.” He practically growled in your ear.

You could no longer think coherently with him inside of you. You could barely feel anything besides pleasure. Pleasure that only existed because of him. This man who could easily end your life. The man who was currently cumming inside of you just like he promised. He pulled out so he could watch his cum leak out of your abused cunt onto the floor with the rest of your juice. “I guess we both ended up lucky tonight.” You felt him stand up and heard a zipper before you felt a piece of clothing thrown on you.

“Put this on and come meet me in the back room.” And with that he walked away into the back leaving you completely alone.

You were stupid, but lucky. Because you had just found the embodiment of danger. And he wanted you too.

[redlettermediathings]

A wise man once said, “Brevity is the soul of wit.” Well, if that’s the case, judging by the length of this video these are four of the most witless clown-fools on the internet today. Mike, Jay, Jack and Rich Evans are perhaps the dumbest humans that have ever krebbed in my shorts. Hi I’m retired underground illegal casino pit boss Krebs Gorlon, and today I write to you from my home in war-torn Haiti to tell you about this newest episode of Best of the Worst. I'm farting as I type this due to the bacteria ravaging my colon, but I will try to make sense. Boy, it sure has been a long time since we’ve seen the boys watch three feature films, eh? But alas, today they are spinning the Wheel of the Worst™ again... There’s something about old, undiscovered tapes that makes my taint tingle with the titillating excitement of that first time I killed a man. Rich and Jack display a palpable level of non-excitement at this prospect in our video’s opening. Trust me, I get it. Sometimes these tapes can be a nightmare. Sometimes they can be a lot of fun though. It’s about as exciting as being forced to play a game of Russian Roulette with your precious time and sanity. Mike (the ugly fat one) appears to be the most unhinged of them all in this episode. You see Jay (the hippie clown) had haplessly purchased a case of “Hazy IPAs”. Silly little man that he is, he purchased solely on the style of the packaging. A lovely hazy as it is though. Voodoo Ranger’s Tropical Force. A product made by New Belgium brewing. Note: They are a NON-Sponsor. In fact, we’ll probably get sued showing what vile filth comes out of Mike’s mouth after drinking a dozen of these. So essentially what was cut from the video was Mike berating Jay on his foolish purchase. You see, the supply in the RLM booze fridge with thin at best. Jay bought beer cause he liked the green/yellow package design and was thrilled at the sight of a skeleton aviator on the can. What he didn’t check was the ABV, which is at a very healthy 9.5%. Mike’s been around the block a few times more than Jay so that’s the very first thing Mike checks. After our Half in the Bag “What are these super bottles?!” incident when Mike accidentally drank 9 beers that were 12%, he knows to check. ABV stands for alcohol by volume. It also stands for how soon Mike becomes a slurring monster who can’t say the word “apartment” and passes out into a bonfire suffering 2nd degree burns on his wang and dumplings – rendering all his man-parts useless. However, Mike faced a difficult choice: Deal with the unbearable state of sobriety or drink the beers that are 9.5% and hope for the best. He chose the latter. Krebs does not approve. The results will be apparent as the night goes on. In the end though, what we have here is another classic Wheel of the Worst. So settle in for the next 90 minutes with your favorite beverage and snack and prepare to laugh, cry, and soil yourself with laughter that will give you nightmares for the rest of your sad lives.

[blackbirdffxiv]

Being around Ellie is like playing the worst game of russian roulette, but all the chambers are full of bullets and each one hits a different part of her weird-ass personality. You're either gonna get

The drunk moron who is trying to be your best friend

The super serious mage who knows way too much

The sarcastic prig with a tendency that makes you go "Wait a minute, where's my (insert thing that they had on their person that they should have left at home here)"

Someone who seems normal for 2 seconds until she opens her mouth

Perpetually irritated mom-friend who you realize is the worst babysitter ever (and makes you wonder how she managed to have and raise a kid)

The person who wants absolutely nothing to do with whatever mess is going on but will gladly watch from a safe distance with popcorn in hand.

[twracehorse]

Ghost Shenanigans and 3 Idiots! (Phasmophobia)

1. We got 4 yokai in a 5-hour session once! One of which we just guessed and go'd because Dorian needed to collect one more bone for his daily task. No evidence or nothing, just went with our gut, and since we had 3 yokai already, it was a healthy guess! We were shockingly correct lmao!

~

2. At one point, Dorian's internet was hanging on by a thread. Only letting him go at 1fps, and he couldn't hear us through the game, but he could still hear the noises from the game. He couldn't speak either, so it was just this man walking very slowly to the van and checking out his surroundings bit by bit. It was funny watching his character look around like ↘️...⬆️....⬅️....↙️...

While he restarted the router, Sky and I did a quick run, and I mean we got in and out of that house with finding evidence of the ghost, the cursed object, the bone, filling out the photo slots, and getting all the objectives in like under 15 minutes!

~

3. Russian roulette of the tarot cards, "These have been so kind, and so-... RUN" (the death card was finally pulled)

~

4. While I have been getting better at running and hiding from the ghosts, it's mostly when somebody finds the cursed object and triggers a hunt, is when I get caught in the crossfire (ouija board and monkey's paw are my main causes of death).

Like how Sky wished for knowledge with the monkey's paw, a hunt occurred. Oh, by the way, we were at the asylum with "starter gear", meaning between the 3 of us, we had a shitty flashlight, a glowstick, and a shitty video camera for light. I ran somewhere, I don't even know where, a corner? I could hear the ghost getting closer and I pulled out my lightstick....bad idea because then I saw the ghost crawling towards me, neck bent, right before her cold hands played the worst game of peek-a-boo ever!

A wish for life was granted, with Sky taking the hit for the tradeoff. It was up to me and Dorian to get evidence! At one point, we came to the stairway door. It was locked. We assumed there was a key that we needed to pick up, so we moved on down the hallway. Finding nothing there, we head back, coming across the stairway again. The door was unlocked! Heading through and going down, after a moment, Dorian remembers that that door locks when there's a hunt. We were completely oblivious to an ongoing hunt!

Sky helping from the beyond to lead us to the ghost room. Which was a bit of a bad idea since we knew our sanity was lower than my expectations for men. Yeah....bad idea. I backed myself between a bookcase and a stretcher, fully exposed to the ghost. I could hear it walk in front of me. But she had her sights on Dorian, who was out in the open across from me. I made it out with little to no clues and had to guess the ghost type by myself. I ended up choosing between a yokai who hates people speaking near it, and a thaye who gets defensive. I was right on the yokai!

~

5. All of us in the van looking at the screen hoping to see something. The ghost finally appears through the dots. Our first words were "oh!", Dorian's was "he is caked up"

~

6. Trying to taunt the ghost to show up so we can get 25% sanity "Kelly Young more like Kelly OLD! Hah, gottem!" *Kelly turned off the lights*

"C'monnn kill us! Kill us!!! You scared? Scared of lil old us?" *crucifix burns*

~

7. When we finally found the ghost room in the asylum and were standing around to get evidence, our lights and equipment started flashing, I looked over to see the ghost in the doorway. I said, "Come here, Papa!" ......he sure did. That wasn't a typical event....it was a hunt, and he came for my neck!

The most insulting part was that I took a photo of him, but in the journal, it barely showed up, and it said "interaction" with 3 stars. What? Did it move the door a bit when he came to kill me??

~

8. We had to get the ghost to hunt so we could complete an objective. Unfortunately, it was a revenant, and unfortunately for us by using the monkey's paw to drain our sanity, it switched up the ghost room. Guess who ran to her designated hiding spot only to run into the arms of the ghost waiting in the basement! :D

I cleansed as I heard the ghost, but without my flashlight me and the ghost were circling each other as I was trying to run somewhere blind as a mole and the ghost, blinded by the smudge, until the air cleared and the ghost gripped me by the arm and said, "you come with me".

~

9. We were pulling tarot cards in the basement, so we'd have enough time to jump into the lockers nearby in the case of pulling the death card. Once we've pulled all the cards, we were ready to leave. But oh! the sound of a door shutting alerted me and I immediately shut up and crawled back into the locker, watching as Sky and Dorian ascended the stairs. Sky exclaims "it was a hunt?...oh...." as Dorian's body flops down the stairs.

~

10. We were playing when the dailies and weekly challenges reset. Bit of a mistake...

It was going normal, up until we tried using the cursed object. I was the one to hold the music box as Dorian hid so we could gauge the ghost's speed via activating a hunt. Sky next to me just outside the gates (Maple Lodge Campsite). I'm clicking to activate it.... it's not working... I don't see the handle spin nor hear the music. I am essentially turning it on and off. Sky can hear the music, Dorian later said that the ghost was starting to sing, stopped, and kept restarting to sing (because of my clicking). It doesn't trigger a hunt, we go into the van to see what our sanity is. Sky and Dorian's sanity was about 45%, mine however, the one HOLDING the music box was a comfortable 78%. The music box drains the sanity of whoever is holding it and anyone nearby to hear its tune. The activity board was also up and down like crazy (the on and off of the music box).

We go back in to get evidence. The ghost steps in salt, I try to take a photo. The camera is clicking but isn't capturing the photo. We hot potato the camera and it's not working for any of us. That's when we notice the objectives on the board aren't crossed off either when we KNOW they were completed. So, we guess and go... we were not permitted to leave...

The van closed and started up the engine, but the loading screen never came. We stopped being able to hear each other. We couldn't drop anything we were holding. We opened the van door and we cannot leave. Dorian is the first to leave the game itself and his smudge stick and headgear are left floating in thin air.

Never be too eager to get on those new dailies!

~

11. Both Dorian and Sky died while in the prison. But! We had the tarot cards! The potential for life!

I managed to pull high priestess! Someone would be brought back to life from where they died. I announced it over the walkie, "One of you will regain your life."

The door closes before me...

"And it's hunting..."

~

12. We successfully got the last objective and were heading out of the house. Sky was just outside (no, they didn't do "hide and seek" on us this time). I tried walking out, however there was an invisible wall that stopped me and Dorian from leaving.... the ghost has decided to hunt. We were stunned by not being able to walk out right before the door shut. Flashlights turned off, smudges burning, booking it to the hallway closet, Dorian made it in. I, however, did not. I kept trying to open the door to no avail. Dorian's head poking out while he was safe inside. My time was running out. The air was starting to clear, and the ghost would be able to see me again. Noting that the ghost was right on top of me heavily breathing as I'm scratching at the closet door to get it open. But it was too late...

Turns out, Dorian thought I was the ghost and kept a tight hold on the doors and only realized when the sounds of my death echoed in the hallway.

~

13. We entered the willow street house, Dorian grabbing the tarot cards right away and pulling... death!

Luckily there was a hiding spot in that front room. Unfortunately, my roommate came home at that exact moment. She starts talking about her day and when putting my finger to my lips didn't work, I had to frantically whisper "shut up!!!!", knowing that it could give away our hiding spot. But if she were to continue talking, the ghost would've found us.

As soon as the ghost stopped hunting, we all burst with laughter at our close call.

~

14. Me waiting for the others to gather 'round so we could drain our sanity via music box (we did a custom setting to have all cursed objects on the map). The ghost, however, was triggered to hunt. We had limited hiding spots available, and I didn't know where to go. I went into the nursery. The ghost going back and forth in the hallway, just reaching the doorway, but not going past it. Until it did... and it locked onto me right away. I ran out yelling, "he was naKED!"

Dorian was in the closet in that hallway when my body fell to the floor, hearing my death woes of being flashed by a ghost...

~

15. With one final objective to complete: cleanse the ghost as it's chasing someone. We were ready at Willow Street! The ghost room was in the basement, while we were in the kitchen, planning to run to the garage's hiding spot.

We hear the ghost start its hunt. Calling out to it so he can come up to us. Dorian was the closest by the basement, looking at the ghost coming up the stairs. Once it got to ground level, Dorian exclaims, "he's naked!". The lights go out, me and Sky are left in the darkness with the sounds of choking next to us.

.....Dorian might have been too distracted by the nudist to cleanse before it got to him....

[thevondoom62]

Brings Arts Cloud. This figure sucks.

I mean, it looks great! Like, it looks even better than the prototype! So, what's the problem? Well the problem is that the hips feature some of the worst engineering I've ever seen on an action figure. Like, it's stunning. They did nothing there right. Every time I went to pose the figure, the legs would just fall off. Twist the thigh? It falls off. Move the leg forward? You bet that's falling off. Pick the figure up from a pose? It falls off! And if it doesn't, it's only sheer friction between the floating crotch piece and leg keeping it on.

The drop down hips are awful. They go all the way down, which means trying to reinsert the legs becomes a fight in and of itself since they sink into the pelvis, which may I remind you is a loose floating piece for some reason. At this point, Square Enix should stop making toys and stick with making those overproduced bombs they consider video games.

I'm normally a pretty lenient guy when it comes to toys, everybody who reads this blog knows this. I'm willing to overlook some major flaws if I like a figure or even just the character. Especially new ones, I'm very prone to recency bias. At worst, my feelings usually remain middling. I like to enjoy this hobby, y'know?

Now, I "fixed" this problem. Tightened the legs' ball sockets with super glue. Now, I hate doing this with any figure but doing it with one so expensive is essentially playing Russian Roulette, but five of the chambers are loaded. Even if this fixes the problem, I shouldn't have to do that for a figure this expensive! Even if it was a great toy, it'd cost too much! This toy costs double what a copy of Final Fantasy VII Remake costs after shipping and tax! I've paid more, shamefully, but those are aftermarket prices!

Look, don't buy this. Even after the "fix" the legs still fall out sometimes. It's absolutely not worth it. I already knew Bring Arts quality could be iffy first hand after the KH Cloud, but god I love this character. I love the game. It's the only JRPG I've ever played to completion. I wanted this to be decent so much. Not even great. Not even good. Just decent. The worst part is that it could have been great if they just put more thought into the legs. This isn't even getting into the "digital certificate of authenticity" (bullshit code for NFT) they included. Honestly, I think I got what I deserve for preordering even after I knew they were doing that.

I don't know why I wrote all this and why you even read it, because it's all summed up in the beginning for you. This figure sucks.

[atlas-of-galaxies]

For the ask-game: Midori/The real Sour Hiyori?

first impression - I think that I thought he was like ... Shin in the future?? like some popular fanon? I didn't realize he was an Actual Character til I saw him on Kai's laptop and that's ... definitely a chilling introduction, considering everyone's reactions. impression now - it's just me, my trusted circle of people, and our utter normalness about Midori against the world. incredibly fun and electric character, but good god does he attract the strangest types of people in fandom you never would have thought existed. fun to dissect him regardless. even more fun to draw. favorite moment - he steals the show Every time he's on screen, so this is a tough choice, but the War of Words in the Russian Roulette holds a special place in my heart for how funny it is. it's the equivalent of Midori trying to solve a math problem and Sara just shouting random numbers at him. love seeing him lose his shit. idea for a story - I wanna see how he is in the ASU-NARO office behind the scenes. worst group of people ever trying to plan an elaborate Death Game sounds like a great prompt for a sitcom. unpopular opinion - I do Not wanna know anything about a backstory for Midori. any sort of explanation for Why He's Like This would make him less interesting in my opinion; I love characters who are just Freaks for no apparent reason. I wouldn't mind learning how he got involved in ASU-NARO (big fan of the theory his parents are also agents tho, leading to him growing up in this fucked-up environment (and therefore serving as a very nice foil to Kai and Hinako ... )) but anything beyond that is unnecessary imo. favorite relationship - him and the drill that kills him <3 on a more serious note, him and Keiji have a wonderful antagonism that showcases the latter's development super nicely; Keiji goes from responding to Midori's provoking language with murderous violence to seeing straight through his fumbling pleads in the Russian Roulette. he's able to not only keep a cool head, but also deliver one of the best lines in the game. it's incredibly satisfying. favorite headcanon - I loooove anything design-wise that stresses the inhuman. a personal favorite of mine is cracks down the side of the face he got impaled through, akin to a porcelain doll ... I imagine they get worse and spread under stress.

[magmahearts]

TIMING: late last night PARTIES: @fearhims3lf & @magmahearts LOCATION: the magmacave SUMMARY: mateo has a nice meal, and cass has a bad night. CONTENT: none

Sweet nightmares plagued the girl’s dreams, every attempt to shift her surroundings into a beautiful dream were quickly dissuaded. Years of experience, and Mateo was able to know just what to do. He took on many shapes, digging into his meal’s darkest terrors, and he loved it. Looking upon himself, he smiled in direct contrast to his prey. He was happiest when he got to watch them cower and cry. Looking into their eyes as he became their worst fears. In this case, he was a dead body lying on the floor, pleading for his dinner to save him. He was a mangled mess, held together with endless darkness, flesh, sinew, and grotesque black ooze.

The skin bubbled and burst with each move, skin shifting and breaking wetly as Mateo crept closer. “Help…me.” He begged, crawling toward the girl as he led other bodies to do the very same. A smile nearly curled on his face, but he had a job to do. It’d been a while since Mateo had had someone with this much guilt over a death. He could see into her memories, knew the group just did what needed to be done, but that was far from the case for Cass. He’d use her name to his advantage. 

“Cass…it hurts. It hurts so much. What did we do? Why did you let this happen? Why did you let me die?”

Her dreams had always been varied. It wasn’t a nightmare every night — sometimes, she thought it might be easier if that were the case. If every dream was a nightmare, you at least knew to expect it. When decent dreams were scattered in with the bad, it made lying down to sleep feel like a game of Russian roulette. You didn’t know whether to be afraid or to let yourself drift off in peace.

Since Debbie’s death, the nightmares had become more frequent. It seemed to be getting worse instead of better; like the more time Debbie spent decaying in that pit, the more power she had over Cass’s dreams. Tonight’s was a familiar one — one where she’d messed up, one where her friends fell before Debbie did. Nora crawled towards her, bloody and broken, and Cass choked on her grief.

“I’m sorry,” she sputtered. There were more bodies behind her — Thea, Van, Ren. “I’m sorry. I tried to help. I wanted to help. Please.”

Oh, it was getting good. Her heart rate had to be rising. The pleas were enough to make Mateo’s skin crawl with satisfaction. He chased the feeling, making the room take shape instead of remaining vague shadows. They plumed and puffed, floating away to reveal walls. Blood seeped down with unnatural speed, quickly pooling together into a large mass. Cass’s friends were sucked into it, creating a bloody collection out of their bodies. 

Together, Cass’s friends screamed. It was loud, shrill, and desperate. The room trembled and glass burst, sending shards every which way. When the scream finally died, everything was silent, but only for a moment. “Cass!” The voices came together in unison, the grotesque and bloody monster falling to its knees as it begged. Mateo felt invigorated, already so full from Cass’s initial shock of fear, but he was greedy. He wanted more. 

“Why?! Why?! Why?!” The blood dripped from every crooked maw, the worst and most violent chorus ever to be created. “Why?! Why?! Why…?!”

Their bodies fell just as Debbie’s had, into a pit just for them. A new pit of decay, right here in the cave where she’d always felt safe before. Cass choked on a sob, running over to them and falling to her knees as their voices rose up in agonized screams. It wasn’t just the other girls who’d been in the supermarket anymore; it was Ariadne, too. It was Metzli, it was Elias, it was Leila. Everyone she’d convinced herself might care about her in this town, all mashed together into a monstrous, bloody pile of death and despair.

And all of them calling out her name.

What kind of a friend was she that she couldn’t save them? What kind of a hero, what kind of a person? She’d wanted to be loved for so long, more than anything. But she’d never stopped to consider whether or not she might deserve it. Gael’s words came back to her, reminding her that everyone deserved someone. But Gael was in that pile, too, just as dead as the rest of them.

Cass wailed, fingers scrambling for purchase among the rocks and the stones and coming away bloody. It wasn’t her blood; she wished it were. She’d rather be the one bleeding. “Tell me what I can do,” she begged. “Tell me how to help! Please!”

Guilt almost wrapped its fingers around Mateo’s throat seeing the girl beg. She was a full-fledged adult, and yet, something in Mateo’s mind screamed child. No family, no community, and just barely enough people to call friends. It was a bit too pathetic for his liking, but he persisted. 

His greed won over and he deepened the pit, a wet, thunderous voice surrounding Cass. “You can’t do anything!” Tremors shook the ground beneath Cass’s feet, like a volcano threatening to erupt. “Your help only makes things worse!” Another rumble, another tear in the ground. “Who are you going to call? Your mom? Your dad? You don’t have those!” The rocks parted, blood spewing out with monstrous force, covering Cass in it. Mateo smiled to himself, feeling the crescendo looming closer. “Go ahead, scream.”

They were right, weren’t they? Any time Cass tried to help, all she ever did was ruin things. What did she expect to happen with her vigilante hobby? How did she think it was going to end? She got people hurt. It was the only thing she’d ever done. Kuma, Debbie, and now all her friends in a pit of blood and despair…

The ground beneath her shook and she didn’t know if it was her or the world rejecting her. There was no one to call; even her own parents hadn’t wanted her enough to protect her, to keep her safe. And then there was blood all over her, in her hair, on her hands… With nothing left to do, Cass did exactly what they were telling her to do: She screamed. 

Cass’s scream was icing on the nightmare cake that Mateo had carefully mixed and baked to perfection. He laughed, the sounded echoing as if it were growing in volume and numbers. It surrounded Cass, suffocated her and taunted her in a way Mateo knew would follow her in the physical realm. To make it worse, he conjured a sky of vicious, sharp-toothed smiles, each one opening to belt out laughter at Cass’s expense.

“No puedes correr, chiquitín.” The voice rose in decibel, low and heavy. A voice fitting for a monster of Mateo’s making. He knew he was being too cruel, but it wasn’t something he would regret later. Making nightmares was what he was good at, what he enjoyed. And it wasn’t like he was going to be visiting her again anytime soon. So, as a final hoorah, Mateo widened one of the moths in the sky, looming it closer, and closer, and closer…until Cass had no other choice but to open her own as she awoke, fear spilling from her throat. 

The sky was falling. She remembered that stupid story, the one for kids about a chicken and a crazy claim that no one believed. Who would believe her when she told them? The sky was falling, and Cass was the only one around to see it because she’d failed everyone else. She’d failed them so spectacularly that they were all gone now, that she was alone again. Gael was wrong, she thought; there were people who deserved to be alone. Cass was one of them.

An unfamiliar voice muttered something in a vaguely familiar language, and the sky was falling but maybe that was okay. Maybe that was what she deserved. 

She woke with a choked sob, darkness all around her like a cloak. The realization that it was just a dream should have come with relief, but all she could feel was empty. As empty as the cave that surrounded her, as empty as her life had always been, as empty as she deserved to be. She pulled her knees up to her chest, quiet sobs filling the vast cavern.

She didn’t think she’d sleep again tonight.

[mr-onion-e-mous]

Here are some incorrect quotes from the incorrect quote generator!

Turnip: Here you go, Bon-Bon, a nice hot cup of coffee! Bon-Bon: It's cold. Turnip: A nice cup of coffee. Bon-Bon: It's horrible! Turnip: Cup of coffee. Bon-Bon: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee. Turnip: C U P.

Shirley: sees Bon-Bon and Turnip together Shirley: They're cute. I would put them on a boat. Onion: You mean… you ship them?

Shirley: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

Onion: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game… Shirley, nodding: Knife Monopoly. Onion: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

Turnip: Shirley, Bon-Bon, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing? Shirley, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Bon-Bon is sitting atop: Oh nothing much. Bon-Bon: I love you too :)

Onion is talking about their past Onion: I guess it was that day I came home to a cold, empty house, devoid of light and love, and I knew then that my sorrows would only grow. Shirley: Onion, this is the saddest life story I have ever heard! And you haven't even covered the teen years! Bon-Bon: Oh, I'm sure it gets better! Onion: Ha! No, at eleven, things really took a turn for the worst.

Bon-Bon, at Shirley’s funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. leaves Bon-Bon, leaning over Shirley’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Shirley, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

Bon-Bon: The best person I know is myself.

Bon-Bon, to Onion: How do you tell someone politely you want to hit them with a brick?

Turnip: Guys, Bon-Bon is missing. Shirley: Good.