#Interrogation Event

[ask-leashed-dreams]

Your dad had a husband?

“Not exactly? My dad was very vague about their relationship. He once compared it to a painter and his muse,“ Mellohi shivers a bit, a memory being shuttered behind another door with a stronger lock.

“Dad was always weird about him though.”

(Intolerance Meter 55%)

[despazito]

Name a more iconic duo than the United States military and wanton disregard for rules and human life

[sinful-lanterns]

How you notice that the sinners have become increasingly more flirty with the chief it goes for being kidnapped to use you to make themselves stronger (zoya in the beginning of the main story) to kidnapped to be forced to marry graves (let’s be honest we would all willingly marry that sweetie pie)

I think Aisno is heavily aware of how thirsty the fanbase is and decided to go along with it. I’ve noticed that the flirtation meters have gone off the charts after Zero’s event, as Zero straight up kisses Chief on the lips and it’s spiraled into a trend of many sinners crushing on us 😨

Not like I’m complaining though. I’m in love with many of the sinner women and want to treat them like the Queens they are. Graves you are no different, you may have kidnapped me but I’ll be a good loving and providing wife, don’t worry <3

[vieramars]

The most disturbing thing about tmagp 8 was learning Gerry is a morning person

[serickswrites]

Penny For Your Thoughts

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, defiant whumpee

"If you just answer my questions, Whumpee, this can all stop." Whumper said for the fifth time that day. They leaned on the bat they had been threatening Whumpee with for the last hour.

Whumpee stared up at Whumper, unable to shift too much to really glare at Whumper. They were restrained at the wrist, chest, and ankles in the low chair and they could only crane their neck so far. "I keep telling you the same thing, Whumper," Whumpee smirked, their bruised and swollen lips pulling painfully tight. "I can do this all night."

Whumper raised the bat, rage contorting their features horrifically. "So can I." And they brought the bat down on Whumpee's knee.

Tags: @wollemi-whump

[okiankeno]

stroking my flower petal in a way that isn’t a euphemism for anything at all

[seleneprince]

Sevrina: Did you seriously call the teachers before you called me?

Mulciber: I'm sorry, are we supposed to call you if we find a dead body?

Sevrina: YES!

[dont-be-a-gonk]

Does anyone know if that army buddy Johnny claims to have is real or not cause whenever I look into it the tags just say his own name.

The two main consensus I've seen are that 1. Johnny genuinely thinks the tags are someone he knew due to his memory being damaged or 2. his claim is metaphorical as he views the man he was before deserting as different from who he currently is (ie. Robert's pre-war innocence died and Johnny's new more spiteful self/ persona is what remains).

[ask-leashed-dreams]

we make the questions here mister >:(

"How did he-" the blob cuts off Domino little face twised into a frown. Domino raises his eyebrows, raising his hands. "Sorry Sorry"

Mellohi giggles at that.

(Intolerance Meter 54%)

[kittyscabin]

out of context things from the dbd rp server

[sinful-lanterns]

by “state” I mean how is she doing with having gorgeous women everywhere she goes. And i dunno about others, but I LIVE FOR OC LORE. Please share I beg 🙏

The fact that you guys are interested in this makes me blush. ILY guys for letting me ramble 😭

Well, as mentioned before my persona gets flustered easily around pretty women. The only woman she’s really comfortable with is F!Chief, and in the game story she’s actually one of those sinners who has a crush on you. It’s only for F!Chief though, as her dialogue is friendlier to M!Chief, but shyer with F!Chief.

My persona is an S-Rank Sinner who has her own event. It’s a Valentine’s themed event and basically the premise is that Shawn has become addicted to a new dating app she found on DisMyth that promises to find your soulmate (this event takes place in between Bianca and L.L.’s event) and the Chief discovers several incidents in Eastside linked to this mysterious new app. People have been recorded to be under a “Love Disease” and now love-crazed citizens are neglecting their duties after being matched with their “soulmates.”

Of course, this kind of behavior is strange, so the Chief has to find out who the creator of the app is and shut them down. The creator of the app is none other than my persona herself, and the Chief has to detain her to stop the love sickness from spreading (I imagine the entire event is like a modern zombie movie but instead of zombies it’s just lovestruck people chasing you down).

My persona’s sinner ability allows her to “attract” people to others (as well as herself) but it doesn’t necessarily have to be love. She is able to emit a calming, friendly effect that causes sinners and corruptors to relax and grow attached to her, which makes her a valuable asset for the Chief to have on missions.

P.S: Something funny that goes on during my persona’s event, is that the Bureau gets stricken with the Lovesick Disease and the Chief finds several love letters slid under her door, including one from a certain adjutant….. 👀

All thanks to my persona’s chaos LMAO

[quackity1999]

[ quackity startles awake— wings flared, beanie lopsided. ]

CAN YOU ALL PLEASE BE QUIET?

[zeebreezin]

🎲 maybe Bev could give Josie a kiss 🤔

Oh, to finally find friendship in someone else in your field, but find yourself on opposite sides of a conflict you could never truly grasp the scale of…

#39 - A Hesitant Kiss

The tales of London most Sequencers had heard growing up painted the fallen city as a dismal. Cold, and dark, and full of purposeless people struggling to find meaning. The dreary cobblestone streets were filled with disorganized souls pushing this way and that, with misery around every corner. Everything was drowning in chaos, in expression, in colours the young engineer couldn’t see. Nothing like the warm, bright, efficient life on the Geode, where everything ran in time with everything else.

No, nothing at all like home.

Professor Ashwood’s lab wasn’t quite as chaotic as the streets outside, far from it. Everything had its proper place - though some of it relied on a color coding system Beverley couldn’t quite grasp - and when the professor was at the helm, the laboratory ran with an efficiency any of his superiors would’ve been proud of. Not like they would ever know, of course. Beverley had tried his best to keep his hours in Professor Ashwood’s laboratory out of his reports to his superiors - after all, they knew that part of his posting here was to study. There wasn’t anything of note about that. He was there to learn. The soft comfort that came from finally donning the protective gear and entering the laboratory proper, wearing a smile that almost felt his own, well, that was clearly only the passion for his studies. The place was familiar, and calming, but that was all. Nothing of note. Certainly nothing outside his expected role here. He’d learned so much from the professor, after all.

That’s what made this difficult.

Beverley wasn’t exactly a hard figure to miss, parting the small crowd of fellow students as he walked towards Professor Ashwood’s office. The hustle and bustle of the crowd still set him on edge, with chaotic threads slicing through his vision at every turn. So much talking, so many different warps and shifts - it was enough to make Beverley’s head pound, if not for the dark lenses buffering out the worst of it. He didn’t wish the crowd could’ve stalled him for longer, that someone might’ve called out to him and delayed his journey. No, of course not. He had work to do.

He couldn’t help but hesitate before knocking on her door, though. Beverley’s hands shook, slightly, old scars prickling with half-forgotten pain. The script he’d written looped in his mind, over and over again.

Please excuse the disturbance Professor, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been assigned a short task on the Admirality’s orders, and I’ll be gone for some time.

Simple, polite, and to the point. There wasn’t anything to be worried about. Beverley knocked on the door, trying to suppress the hope that she simply wasn’t in.

“Please, come in.” Josephine’s voice, calm and professional as always.

Beverley’s pale form had to stoop a touch to enter her office, a bright smile on his face as always. Golden thread twisted elegant knots in his stomach. “Professor Ashwood! I hope you’re well- could you spare me a moment, perhaps?” He said, fighting to keep his voice light.

Please excuse the disturbance Professor, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been assigned a task on my superior's personal orders. I’ll be gone for some time. I don’t know when I’ll be back. It’s a simple, nothing to worry about.

“Can I help you with anything, Mr. Beverley?” Josephine’s voice cut through his thoughts. She stood in front of him. He knew exactly what to say. He’d had it in mind all day.

“I, ah, well…” Beverley swallowed dryly. “I’m… I’m going to be absent, for some time. Admiralty business, I’ve talked it over with the deans of course, I merely wanted to say my goodbyes in person.”

He could see the gears turning in her head - why would he be called out on business as a student sponsored by the admiralty? Why would such business take him out of classes? Beverley continued speaking, rushing to fill the air - he couldn’t answer her questions without risking something far worse.

“You’ve been a wonder to learn from, Professor- I truly mean that, you’ve…” Complicated everything. “Aided me greatly, in so much.”

Please excuse the disturbance Professor, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been assigned to build and detonate several explosives on campus for the purposes of killing your colleagues. This is what I was made to do, you know. Don’t worry - I won’t be back.

She had to be talking at this point. Consciously, Beverley knew that Josephine had to be speaking to him, and that he was responding. It was all a blur, though. He was thankful she couldn’t see his eyes behind the glasses. Gold crackled lightly in his gaze, trying desperately to keep the honey-gold grip on his mind intact.

Beverley reached out to shake her hand. And then he was holding her hand. And then.

“Thank you so much. I can’t say it enough, Professor. And I…” Fear was bleeding into his tone. The handshake had gone on for too long. A headache was blooming in the corner of his temple. Then all of a sudden, Beverley raised Josephine’s hand to his lips, barely a kiss. The tremble in his voice was even clearer. “Something glorious is coming, Professor, I’m sorry. For your sake, I hope you never see me again.”

Then, with more fear in his heart than he’d ever admit, Beverley ran.

[saltcxrcle]

🎥: I have some question mwahahaha (I wil be nice)

What is your fav book?

What is your fav fanfic?

What is the fav thing that you have written?

Congratulations on reciving 500 follower! Well done!

hi anon! thank you for submitting for my celebration!

🎥: interviews!

⟡ What is your fav book?

ooh i haven't been able to read in a hot minute but I would say my fav book would be circe by madeline miller

⟡ What is your fav fanfic?

oh god don't get me started. i've read so many in my very short lifetime here on earth and a lot i've read are my favorite so it would be hard to choose. so instead i'll just recommend some authors that i'm obsessed with and go back to constantly (i may or not be biased here LOL)

@prentissluvr / @ohsc / @zepskies / @samsno1/ @luci-in-trenchcoats @anundyingfidelity/ @uncouth-the-fifth/ @idreamofplaid/ and many many more (these are the ones i could think off the top of my head)

⟡ What is the fav thing that you have written?

mmm that's a good question, i like most things i've written, but my fav fic(s) that i've written was probably true blue or pillowtalk with sam winchester or beach confessions with isaac lahey! (i want to write more for teen wolf but spn had been my brain rot lately LOL)

thank you again for participating in my 500+ celebration anon! i loved answering your questions :D

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come and join the celebration !

[ask-leashed-dreams]

So why does he have scars

Another blob crawls onto the table asking it's question.

Mellohi looks down at his hands squeezing them together. "My. Dad. Not dream. And umm. Me." Mellohi rubs his nose, it's starting to run. "I'm sorry." His voice is small and trembling.

The adults glance at each other. Ardent's eyebrows lifted in concern. Domino's lowered in thought.

(Intolerance Meter 56%)

[imperiuswrecked]

"We should call out Egypt & Jordan for not accepting Palestinian Refugees"

Baby girl you can't even call out genocide that's happening live on your screens in full color. Sit down.