#(bothof them)

[bongwalter10]

sister

[gigiferrari]

"There seems to be a lot to unpack there. Who's this Gina Lopez? I'm assuming we don't like her, so thank you for not trying to set me up with her, obviously." Gigi arched an eyebrow at her. He'd found out weeks ago that he rarely ever really knew what Anisa was trying to say. She spoke really fast, which Gigi loved, but he could barely keep up. "Now, about your sister. I feel like you are trying to set me up for failure here. You call it pent up aggression, I call it she hates me for some reason. But while you are here...why does she hate me? Listen, I've tried everything. Open doors for her, give her chocolate, keep her entertained, I could even said that I have made her laugh before, except she makes sure I don't see it. And I do think she likes my accent, at least sometimes. But it's driving me crazy, you know? I need to know, so do you know? You've gotta know. You two are close, right?" He chuckled at her words, rolling his eyes. He couldn't even say he didn't find Bianca attractive, honestly she was right up his alley. The thing was, something felt off about...them. He couldn't put his finger on it yet. And though he had no ulterior motives while trying to befriend her, now Anisa was not helping his already interested brain. "Can we focus here? I'm trying to be her friend and you're starting to cloud my better judgment and putting ideas in my head that don't belong in there."

"I like you just fine, Wonka." She assured, "If I really hated you I'd tell you to go invest some time in Gina Lopez. I promise that would be the worse of all evils." Anisa paused, a thought then hitting her, "Actually -- even if I hated you that much, I wouldn't do that to Luc." If anyone knew that Gina needed not to be around children, it was absolutely her own children. She had no motherly bone in her body. "I have, and I see fire and frustration. Makes for the best hate sex. In fact, I think that would be a great cure for the both of you." While most people would find it weird to talk about stuff like this, Anisa had long ago been desensitized to it. It was human nature, and hell, it was good for you when done right. " Well, because one, you all got some pent up aggression. Two, little Gi won't stop trying to bond me and my mommy together, and you know what? She's 7, and we avoided therapy for this long for a reason. And three -- what the fuck else you got to do, Chocolate Man? Also, have you seen my sister? The bitch is hot, and she's crazy, which means you're in for hot and good time."

[bathylychnops]

um whateverr redraw a that one template dey both look sopretty inthis auuiouu.. iwasjust doing a silly redraw but i got too carried away w it.... jett is bestfriends with bothof them but hesreally bitchy around joey/duckman for some reason 😭

idk why ilike putting oc info in tags instead of captions itjust feels like a better format? idontknouuuwwwwww but ifyou wantto know more about me an murphys ocs look at da tags on our posts in #murph an joanies supernormal the onesthat HAVE tags like. ya lalalalaaaa

[wheezingstar]

Twins

Already passed out once during the ultrasound you found out you're having a baby and will possibly pass out again when you're giving birth to them.

They'd be a girl for sure. I feel as if Simon was truly born to be a girl dad and they'd be carbon copies of him. Blonde hair, brown eyes (Brown eyes for the new COD MW or blue if you like OG Ghost more <3) definitely has daddy's attitude but it's worse because your attitude is mixed together with his.

You'll find him passed out somewhere in the house with the baby girl on his chest, bothof them snoring.

When you show him matching outfits for all three of you in a store he acts non-interested and says he hates them but as soon as he's home he's super excited to be matching with you and his baby girl

He'd definitely let them put makeup on his face and paint his nails pink. He'd wear a pink tutu and butterfly wings too and run around the house with them.

[svgvru]

꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! overstimulation + squirt training, "so thoughtless, its adorable." ꒰ sebastian michaelis x bimbo!reader ꒱: fingering, orgasm control, older english writing ꒰ sorta kinda ꒱, mention of a womb tattoo, dub-con? ꒰ 2.6k+ ꒱

"𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦." the words of a father oftenstick with his daughters, regardless if he's a goodparent or not. you should've listened, learned yourlesson. but no, you were just a stupid little girlcaught in a tradegy. a little girl who had returnedfrom a "buisness trip" with your father, only to bemet with england's new serial killer! who had takenbyour family as victims.

"non mihi ignoscat dominus, sed praesidium peto. ad inferni profunditatem vocat anima mea, 《 me tibioffero 》. serva me. serva me. serva me." random words to you, an offer of a contract to another.

you were ignorant to speak words you know nothing of out of desperation. you were even more idiotic tolook upon the...man? shrouded in darkness. idiotic tobeg and plead to person decorated in leather heelswith a face you could not see. idiotic to agree to thewords coming from its predatory grin. idiotic to not only offer your soul, but your body to it.

but the warmth that thing gave you, felt good. the warmth of that darkness sucked you in, covering you in a cloud of corruption you'd gladly accept anything to keep your mind off of it. to keep your idiot brain from thinking about something hard. something tragic.

its palm met your bellybutton, with a whimper fromyou, the glimpse of its grin signaling to you it's enjoyment in the situation. it must find you pathetic, humans are by nature pathetic. it's be no surprisethat a being from hell, an entitiy that feasts on the souls of the mortals upon earth, would find that pathetic nature amusing.

your vision went blurry, and pain struck your abdomen. a foggy memory followed from there and suddenly, here you are now with a demon, going by the name 'sebastian michaelis,' working for you as your loyal butler.

"my lady, the rooster calls! up now." you hear hisposh and professional voice speak. the shwing! of the curtain holders sliding against the rods fills your ears. the bright sunlight following soon after.

the groan that left your lips must have been amusing to the demon, for you heard a chuckle leave his lips. "must you laugh at my misery?"

the feeling of his silk gloves against your bare skin makes you jolt. the cold feeling es of his gloves foreign on your previously covered thigh. the tips of his fingers lightly glide up your skin, beginning to hover when your nightgown covers you. "you have business to attend to, my lady. your morning bath has already been prepared," his voice has a hint ofamusement in it.

a familiar grin finds his face when you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, reluctantly leaving the satin sheets with a glare.

you moan in satisfaction from the warmth of the water, sinking in the basin carefully, letting the waterswallow your body. "my, look at that! there arepleaures to wakening in the morning," sebastian's tone remains professional while adding a sarcastic undertone to it. however, the sarcasm in his words isn't reflected by his actions.

his teeth catch the tips of his gloves, pulling the bothof them off in a smooth motion. he kneels next to the washbasin while rolling up his sleeves.

with the warmth "sebastian" should not have, his hands carefully glide over your skin, the soap imbued sponge being rubbed into your skin. "what exactly, on today's cumbersome schedule?" you question softly, eyes closed as his hands glide inbetween your legs, gently washing your inner thighs.

"well, that "cumbersome" schedule is of importance today, my lady." a smile of amusement is present on his face when he explains, another groan of loathing leaving your lips.

stepping from the bath, he surrounds you with a warm towel. as delicate as ever, he helps you dry off, patting your skin as if it was as fragile as glass. his eyes tend to linger over your skin, a certain glint of hunger (you miss) in them. it seems he doesn't acton whatever desires may be festering as he simply grabs your chemise and slips it over your head.

while discussing the day with him, you absentmindedly lift your arms and turn around as the corset comes in to view. you slightly whimper when he tugs on the strings. "must this meeting be mandatory for me? there's no need for me, i am only a trophy of my father's," the words that leave your mouth begin to sound whiny to his ears. "now, my lady, im sure he's only cautious after that incident," sebastian responds, his voice getting farther as he bends down.

with a tap to your calve you lift your foot, knowing he's slipping on the garter belt suspender. you bend forward, resting your arms on the counter befor eyou when you feel his hands touch your feet delicately. the silk of the stockings on your skin feels familiar, although the process seems a bit slow.

"sebastian?" his ears might have been focused on you; however, his eyes, they were trained on the spot in between your plush thighs.

the position at which you positioned yourself gave him a few of those pretty plump lips. you were always so...inviting and eager to help. surely you wouldn't mind allowing him to fulfill a desire of his. one of his hands slides up the curve of your back, pushing your chest and stomach further against the counter.

you feel that hand slowly trail back down, slidingunderneath the chemise you were wearing to rest onyour ass. his thumbs glide lightly against your foldsbefore spreading your ass, giving him a better viewfrom on the floor.

while you couldn't see his face, you were well aware he licked his lips. after all, it had been a moment since you allowed the "bedding privileges" you agreed on when the contract was first made. therefore, you relaxed, letting him touch and observeyour "virgin cunt" all he wished to. although, the ideaof being watched so closely, looked at as an toy caused a familiar feeling a warmth to trail down toyour abdomen. "s-sebastian," you mumble, wanting to say something.

"sh, sh. give me a moment," he shushes you smiling at the jolt you make when his breath touches your skin. his soft lips pressing gently against your lower ones.

the tips of his fingers move to the slower part of your folds, spreading them to see your little squeezing around nothing. "such debauchery, you've barely been touched." his words get sent straight to your pussy as you start to relax further into his touch. "you said i had a-a meeting today..."

his touches are slight, nothing too rough as his fingertips brush between your folds. "well, my lady-" it's calm until he shoves in index finger to the knuckle in your cunt. the yelp of surprise from your lips makes him smile, your body tensing. "its in two hours, we have time."

at his words your body relaxes. it always makes him smile at how quickly you could switch to being downrght stupid.

such a strong woman completing her job until sebastian utters words of her freedom and suddenly she's no longer a woman fighting for power, she's a harlot giving up her power.

his finger slides along your walls, your body relaxing against the counter. with every languid moment, it became easier to slide in and out, with evey movement your slick covered his fingers. it was adorable how wet you became from such a small action, it only made him want to play with you more. "i wish to have some..fun, my lady. may i?" i wish to see what else i can plant in that pliable mind of yours.

it was a stupid question really. the both of you knew the answer. the familar purple glow of the contract mark came from beneath your navel, a heated feeling begins to fester in your abdomen, thighs pressing together.

"yes!" your response was immediate, the slight crack in your voice amused him. the pleasurable feeling from his finger leaves you along with a whine. you feel him snatch the garter belt suspender down, the tight feeling from the corset loosening as he tugs onthe strings. the peices fall to the floor, his hands on your hips turning you around.

his eyes glow red, pupils like a serpant as he looks up at you. you feel the softness of his wide hands ruband up and down the back of your thighs. "i haven't made you squirt, have i, my lady?" he mumbles against the skin of your inner thigh.

one of his hands pushes up your chemise, a familiar glint of hunger in his eyes when sees the contract mark.

he knows how you feel as the purple circle glows. he knows your insides are throbbing with need and his presence is drowning you with feelings of desire. every thought you had starts to evaporate in the sea of his aura. it was if he was a drug to you, a drug that beckoned the mortal desires an unmarried should not have for her butler. but the drug was sweet, it made your knees weak and your clit throb, it madeyour pussy wet and needy for anything to be slipped in it.

"n-no?" you weren't sure if he was actually asking for answer, but you answered with another question actually, you weren't sure what he meant. what was he going do to you?

"an answer wasn't needed, my dear mistress," he words are soft, his breath lightly hitting your skin. sebastian begins standing up, lifting the fabric from your body as he does. and without a word you lift your arms and let him, the curves and softness of your skin now unfiltered to his eyes.

his hands rub and squeeze your curves, your breasts, your ass. "such a beautiful body, it'd be a shame not to use it." his hands grab the back of your thighs, just under the meat of your ass to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom.

the texture of satin spreads up your back as he sets you down. "i believe your ready for my fingers. you are as wet as a harlot."

the only response he gets is a whine that turns into a moan when two of his lithe fingers slip into your cunt. they curl against the gooey ribbed spot, sending a wave of pleasure through your thighs andup to your chest. the tight coil in your stomach snapped and you release on his fingers.

it was embarrassing how quickly you came. simply from the touch of his fingers, although sebastian knew better. whether or not that pretty head of yours thought about it, his touch was actually a drug toyou.

when that contract was made, your body was his and he could choose whether to rile you up or not. his saliva, his touch, his presence was a literal drug as he consumed you. the throbbing contract mark over your womb increased the feeling. "sebastian." his name left your lips as a whine.

he didn't stop his movements, continuing to stroke your walls with care, his lips trailing up the inside ofyour thigh. his teeth graze your skin and his touch is like fire.

as if reminding you that you would burn in hell. that your decision years prior would come back to haunt you through the "man" fucking you with his fingers.

"wait, why aren't you--ngh!" the speed of his fingers increase, his other warm palm sliding gently over your navel as if to "soothe" the intense pleasure yourreceiving from the strokes of his fingers. a sigh leaves his lips at your words. i know that brain of yours isn't entirely functional, but your ears have been perfectly fine up until now," he insults you, a hint of condescension in his voice.

despite how rude his words were you could only whimper, taking his insult like the good girl you are.you speak, voice quiet and soft, "i didn't...hear."

his eyes catch the shy movement of yours, the corner of his lips twitching as he sees just how cloudy your eyes look. "i suppose i should tell you if im knuckles deep in this pretty little snatch, hm?"

sebastian is so cruel. you suppose its in his demonic nature, but a familiar ignorance made you think he wouldn't be. and you were wrong as words leave his lips. his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, the squelching noises of them sliding in and out fillingyour ears. you knew you were stupid for thinking otherwise when he laughs at you while explaining he won't stop. he'll "train" your pussy to squirt for him. no matter how many orgasms he has to ring out of you.

"so thoughtless, its adorable." you hear his words you hear what he says when he pulls the nth orgasm from you. however, you can't seem to process it. has it been just minutes, or hours? a light sheen of sweat covers your body, the sheets are damp beneath you, your slick coating your inner thighs and his hand.

his hands, god fuck, they don't get tired! they continue curling and pressing as you twitch, your pussy forever sucking him in with wants of more.

your eyes are dull, blankly staring at whatever object across the room, a cloud of pleaure fogging your mind. "i could do anything i wanted to you, and you wouldn't have the mind to even process it," he chuckles, leaning forward to hover over you. his free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"mortals are so fragile. but so delectable when they break."

his lips smash against yours, his serpentine-like tongue sliding between your parted lips. his mouth drinks your moans, despite being aware the entire manor knows what their master is engaging in. its eems some visits will have to be made.

"n'more!" regardless, your sloppy pussy calls him in. "nooo." regardless, you lean into his touch and archyour back."'s 'nough!" regardless, you moan to your heart's content, you greedily swallow whatever taste, whatever touch of him you can get.

"greedy," he growls into your mouth, his fangs nipping at your bottom lip when he pulls away. a choked and disappointed whine leaves your lips at the loss.

the pathetic whimper turning into a sort of scream. his free palm presses down your navel, the fingers occupied by your cunt hook against the gooey ribbed spot inside of you. and he won.

you scream, hips convulsing and legs snapping shut around his hands. your mouth in a perfect 'O' and back arched as a different feeling overcomes you. like a bunch of pressure dropping in your stomach you squirt, wetting his clothing and the sheets. a string of whimpers and incoherent words leaves your lips.

tears stream down the sides of your face you reach another climax. he hears your gasps of air, as if the pleasure stopped your brains ability to tell you to breathe.

"my lady," his voice is smoother, calmer than the tone he had before. one of his hands breaks free from the confines of your thighs rubbing up and down the valley of your breasts. "breathe, its alright."

his gentle shushes and coos grant you the ability to breathe again, gasping for air. "good girl." your eyes focus on him after the praise, finally able to understand what just happened. his hand and sleeve is soaked, your thighs glistening from the clear liquid, and all the while that familar hungry grin remains on his face.

"i'll do the honours of cancelling the meeting."

꒰ n: it was good in the beginning, at least ithink so. and it got worse lmao. i think its kinda cringy...but! i finally did i day! that's a plus. i hate this one sm😭 also, rough latin translation: the lord may not forgive me, but i ask for protection. my soulcalls to the depths of hell, "i offer myself to you." save me. save me. save me. ꒱

[xradiant]

"No one. Maybe I'm just tired of having to do what everyone expects of me."

"Who are you trying to impress, huh?"

[transingthoseformers]

Rodimus breaking the moral of the the Mutany and Thunderclash and Ultra Magnus throwing bothof them in the brig

That's gotta be interesting for the mecha who supported the mutiny but weren't the leaders behind it

[itoshoe]

i have been so soft fro rinniie these days.. like I WANNA JUST TURN BACK TIME AND BE THERE FRO HIM- LIKE JUST ENDLESS SUMMER HANGING OUT W TEH BOTHOF THEM. holding sae's hand and just laying carefree on teh sand- just spent days-

[redactedwriting]

Soft and sappy ass srar era peterick sex 🗣🔥 they keep kissing and softly touching eachother and beinf all fuckin. Lovey dovey and maybe one or bothof em start cryin because it's so much but it's so good because they're finally back together and everything is okay and life is right again AUGH

yknow how sometimes you hear a phrase and it sends your brain off a cliff into thoughts and feelings. that was me reading "life is right again".

because truly, life was bad preh. everyone was fighting or upset or high or a combo of all three and it was just a bad time to be a fall out boy. the impending hiatus was just making things worse, but at the same time? it was right. the band, the songs-all of it was exactly how the universe planned or whatever. god, even. who knows. fall out boy was meant to come together, fall apart. they broke the mold. but deeper than the songs, the friendships were meant to be there, the relationships, the love and hate and everything in between. and for pete and patrick, well. even if you don't believe in soulmates, you see it with them. musical soulmates, platonic, romantic, karmic, all of it.

so yeah, when they came back for srar, they were hesitant to fall back into old ways because of the everything. but they also kind of couldn't help but lean on each other as they laughed, or put in the other's regular order without asking what it was. they grew up but not apart. p2 have the sappiest sex ever on that album run, full of love and tears and laughter.

pete should lay under patrick and patrick should pepper him in kisses and affection, saying that he's so happy that pete came back, he missed him so much. and pete should cradle patrick's face, kiss his nose and cheeks and tell him that he's sorry for being such a dipshit for so long, thank him for putting up with it.

[ch3rry-th3-eldr1tch-h0rr0r]

Shattered

TW: Killing, gun violence, impaling, general violence

Dante: ZeddyZi

Gram: Me

The two wandered around climbing up some ledges and stairs up around “Are we ever gonna find living Fireflies?” Gram groaned “We better” Dante muttered searching various rooms finding a lot of leftover supplies from the Fireflys

“How will they do it?” “Do what?”

“Get the cure from me? You think it'll hurt?” Gram asked “No, no. They'll probably just draw some blood- it don't hurt” Dante told him “I've gotten shots before. They vaccinated us at school. It sucked” Gram frowned

“Hello? Where are they? Yoohoo! Fireflies? Cure for mankind over here! Anyone?” Gram called out as they searched the the second to last floor “Let's keep it down until we figure out what's going on” Dante said

They reach a stair well to the top floor where Some Firefly medical equipment is nearby, They search through it “Nothing useful” “Ain't nothin' here but a bunch of medical mumbo-jumbo” Dante sighed

“I don't get it…” Gram muttered “Looks like they all just packed up and left in a hurry-” Dante was cut off by a sudden noise occurs upstairs “Maybe not all of 'em” “Stay close” They proceed up the stairs to search the top floor

They head through into another room and As Dante opens the door, he notices several stray cats inside. They his then run away while Dante and Gram move forward “Jesus. Well, at least it ain't clickers” Dante chuckled

“Kitties!” Gram exclaimed going after one and picking it up “Careful, it could scratch you” Dante warned and Gram rolled his eyes setting the cat down “Can we keep one?” Gram asked “Absoluely not” Dante replied

Gram was going to reply but Dante noticed a jammed door to an office area and pushes up against it to get it opened, managing to force the door open, Dante and Gram enter the room where they find a firefly corpse holding a tape recorder

Dante grabbed it and played the recording “If you're looking for the Fireflies, they've all left-” Gram sits in a chair and begins reading the file as Dante fast-forwards through the tape “-looking for the others, they've all returned to the graveyard-”

Dante turned off the record “Do you know where that is?” Gram asked “I know the area” Dante mumbled “Is it far?” “It ain't close. I mean on horseback-” Dante stops as he notices several survivors with flashlights from the building opposite them coming into view

Gram paused and looked out the window to see what Dante was seeing “Fireflies?” Gram tilted his head before The flashlights point towards Dante and Gram “Get down!” Dante shouted grabbing Gram and pulling him to the ground as a shot rings and a bullet smashes through the glass, narrowly missing them

“Who the fuck are these guys?” Gram blinked “It don't matter. We know where to go, let's get the hell outta here” Dante said letting go of Gram and the two left the room but on the way out, several hostile survivors begin rushing towards them

Dante and Gram fight them off and descend to the lower level. Dante opens a balcony door, only for another hostile survivor to kick it open “Got you, asshole” The survivor charges at Dante, pinning him against the balcony

Dante pushes back against him but the balcony breaks, sending bothof them plummeting to the ground below where the foe breaks his neck on the fall and dies while Dante is impaled by some rebar and quickly begins losing lots of blood

“Oh shit! Oh man…” Gram rappels down a generator cable staring at Dante with wide eyes “What do you want me to do?!” He asked “Move…” Dante grumbled “What?” Gram blinked “Move!” Dante exclaimed

Dante pushes Gram out of the way as two hostiles break through the doors and He shoots one dead, while Gram shoots the other before Dante falls back, restricted by the rebar “Oh man… Dante? Oh…” Gram winced

“I'm gonna need you to pull” “Okay. All right, you ready? One, two, three” “Pull!” Gram manages to pull Dante free, who collapses to his knees when he lets go “Just get to the damn horse” Dante muttered

Dante forces himself to stand and begins limping forward, leaving Gram to lead the way “Okay. I don't see anyone. Let's go! Dante, how are we doing?” “I'm fine…I'm fine” The pair reach a doorway where another hostile survivor is at

The survivor shoots at Dante with a shotgun, but Gram manages to drags him behind a desk. The survivor begins to stalk towards them, shotgun trained on their position “All right, just stay here. I'm gonna flank this asshole” Gram whispered

“Gram” Dante attempts to stop him but he crawls away as The survivor inches towards Dante's position “Those were my friends you killed, asshole. Come on out. You want to do this the hard way?” The survivor glared

Gram shoots them causing them to turn to face Him “You little bitch!” As they go to shoot, Gram fires again, killing them while Dante starts blacking out due to blood loss and Gram runs back to him

“Oh man, we gotta get you out of here” Gram attempts to lift him, but Dante pushes him away as he stands “I'm okay…” Dante mumbled “You're not okay, Dante! Now come on! Move it” Gram shouted proceeding to the door and scans for hostiles “There's no one here. Hurry”

Dante follows him, moving slower with each step “You're doing good, just keep at it-” Dante stumbles on to a desk “Oh man. Here, lean on me” Gram said but Dante pushed himself off and shook his head

“Well can you walk?” Gram asked and Dante nodded “Then fucking walk. Come on. There's the exit. Just a little bit more, come on. Hey, hey! Dante!” Two more hostile survivors begin running along a walk way above them

Dante sees them and attempts to aim his revolver at them “Behind you!” Dante exclaimed before he collapses, fading in and out of consciousness as the survivors begin running down the stairs towards Gram

“Stay the fuck back!” Gram demanded shooting one dead, He goes to shoot the other but his clip is empty as The other survivor races at him, club in hand. Gram reloads his gun but The survivor clubs him to the ground, but he manages to unload three rounds in to them, killing them

After a moment, Gram picks himself up and moves towards Dante lifting him up, resting Dante on his shoulder as They limp towards the exit “I swear to god, I get you out of this, you are so singing for me” Gram chuckled

“You wish” Gram scoffed letting go and opening the door for Dante who limps through but trips down the stairs where Another hostile survivor stands at the bottom of the steps, attempting to take LuLu

They turn to see Dante lay at their feet but Gram quickly shoots them dead then runs to Dante “Just… get the horse…” Dante said and Gram nodded takinig LuLu’s reins and pulling her over to the go

Dante slowly climbs on to LuLu and Gram jumps on the back, They race away on LuLu out of the university. Dante and Gram ride LuLu down a road as Gram looks back “I think we're safe… Dante?”

Gram looks at Dante, who falls from the horse, losing consciousness “Dante. Ah, shit” Gram dismounts the horse, kneeling beside Dante “Dante - here” He tries to lift him but to no avail “Get up, get up, get up… You gotta tell me what to do. Come on… you gotta get up. Dante?”…

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[knighthotel]

vent, its heavy

remembering times from my childhood my mom made my life actual hell because she never coped with how my dad and her sister died when i was very little and i look like bothof them, so after leanne passed she treated me much worse and then very sweet. and then horribly worse. and then when leannes daughter was sad and acted insane out of grief of losing her mom and how bad it affected her as a teen because after her mom died she was held back a year in school and lost every friend she ever had from lashing out, my mom would slap me on the back and praise me for not being like that when my dad died. and she would hit me when i cried over my dad. i hate him because every time i was sad i got hurt and then she told me he was a terrible drunk who traumatized her and he died from it. i remember my mom making me drink a can of beer as a kid and telling me my dad died from that poison and to never drink it again and i spat it out and cried. the smell of bud lite fucking freaks me out. i keep wondering why i have disorders as badly as i do and then i am struck with that and i silently grieve the kid i never was.

[pinkprettycure]

the implication is obviously she gets with bothof liam and alex but they can't both be born at the exact same time so i wonder which of them is the ol--

WAIT VAL CAN GET LIAM PREGNANT LOL NVM

they'll never be friends........ unless 🤔

[liu-yu-xin]

Two middest main dancers from qcyn and chuang respectively are on this show having a mid off lmao. theyre also both shaddy as fuck like “oh have u seen her performance before. Was it good” (literally no chance anqi hasnt seen mmq on chuang) its like seeing two ppl u hate also hate each other this my only consolation for hvaing to look at bothof them

[roobit-archive]

eclipse lake

[perceremade]

The kuro shu mao izumi dorm is actually so good though

[cookiecaker]

fun fact bothof them died to a turret at the same time later in the playthrough. it was funny as fuck

sadly it didnt record my voice but its ok i won