#even kirby shoots a gun

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where things go terribly wrong during the big reveal. (requested)

Warnings: angst, death, blood, knives, guns, mentions of blood, descriptions of wounds, descriptions of blood, descriptions of death, sad boy ethan, indicated that sam, tara, chad, mindy and gale die in this....happy reading

Word Count: 2.1k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

Ethan didn’t know when things went wrong, didn’t know how things had slipped so far from his control. 

All he knew was that his heart had never felt this kind of ache before. His ears had never burned with this high of a heat, his eyes had never been this wide. 

The sound of a gunshot had his ears ringing, his head turning in the direction of the sound in hopes it was fired from his dad at one of the sisters. 

The feeling that took over his body when he saw who the bullet had pierced was something he had never felt before. 

You stood still, your lips slightly parted and your hand pressed to your stomach, a river of red slipping past your fingers. Behind you stood Kirby, beaten and bloody and gun aimed at your back, where she had carelessly shot off a round once she realized you were in on it. “Y/n?” Ethan heard himself ask, his voice nearly unrecognizable to even himself. 

Meeting his eyes, your eyes burned as you fell into a state of shock. “Ethan,” you say back, your knees giving out a few seconds later.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as he rushed over to you, everyone else in the room fading into nothing. He didn’t see Kirby raise her gun at him, didn’t see his sister tackle her to the ground before she got the chance to shoot him as well, didn’t hear the sound of the agent’s skin tearing as Quinn stabbed her. 

You tried to catch yourself on one of the benches that lined the length of the theater, but your bloody hand slipped right off the wood. You would’ve fallen straight to the floor had Ethan not reached you in time, his arms wrapping around you as he lowered the both of you down until his back was pressed against the back of the bench. He was out of sight now and had no clear vision of what was going on around him as he pulled your body onto his lap. 

Ethan’s hand wrapped around your wrist and gently pulled it away from your stomach, wincing at the pained whimper you let out. “No,” he said in a whisper as he watched the endless flow of blood leave the hole in your abdomen. Since Kirby was so close to you, the bullet went through your back and came out through your front before lodging itself into the beam you were standing in front of, the one Ethan told you to hide behind. 

His hand pressed down hard against the wound, expecting to hear a cry of pain from you, but instead he heard nothing. His eyes flickered back up to your face at your lack of response, his heart hammering loudly in his chest. Your eyes were half open, tears gathered at the water lines as you stared at him. “Y/n,” he pleaded, his own eyes filling with tears as he wrapped his other arm around your shoulders, your limp body melting into his. 

“It’s okay,” you murmured, weakly moving your hand to rest on top of his, the black glove he wore now completely soaked through from your blood. “I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt.”

You say that, but Ethan knew better. He saw the way your blood had begun pooling in your mouth, a small bit coating your lips as you fought to not choke on it. “You’re in shock,” he quietly told you, his eyes looking around the room for anything he could use to stop the bleeding. He didn’t want to think about how futile the attempt would be. Not only were you bleeding from your stomach, but he felt the fabric of his robe dampen as well, your back also emitting a large amount of blood. “We just need to get you help.”

They’d never make it in time, you’re losing too much blood too quickly. 

“I’m okay,” you repeated, your eyes closing briefly as you murmured, “I’m fine.”

“Hey, hey,” he said desperately, shaking you a bit and making a jolt of pain shoot through you, your eyes opening again. “Stay with me, okay? I need you to keep your eyes open, just….keep looking at me.”

You did as he said, your tired eyes flickering all over his face, almost as if you were trying to memorize every last detail, before meeting his dark ones. “You’re so pretty,” you gather enough energy to lift your hand and rest it against the side of his face. “My guy…I love you.”

Ethan’s hand left your wound and wrapped around your wrist, staining your skin with your own blood. “I love you,” he cried back, unable to stop himself from releasing the tears he had been holding back since he saw you get shot. “Fuck, I love you.”

You grin up at him, blood smeared across your teeth. “Always have to swear,” you tease, seeming to not realize just how serious your wound is. Or maybe you did but didn’t want to waste a second crying about it when you knew there was nothing you could do at this point. 

Either way, your hand fell limp again in your lap, leaving behind a bloodied handprint on Ethan’s boyish yet beautiful face. 

You cringed at the mess you made on him, your palm weakly pressed to your stomach. “Sorry,”

Ethan just shook his head, placing his hand over yours as he tried to ignore just how much you were bleeding. It was everywhere, staining your once white shirt with a deep red. He felt it seep through the robe and he was sure it had begun to soak his blue polo shirt, not that he cared. 

He knew later, when hours had passed, and he was forced to rid himself of his Ghostface outfit, he would be haunted at the sight of your blood on his clothes. 

This was never supposed to happen. 

Ethan had no idea what was happening around him, didn’t see his sister take a brick to the face as she charged at the youngest Carpenter, didn’t hear the pained yell from Sam as his father tackled her to the ground. 

He had no situational awareness anymore as he held onto you tightly, hoping to anyone that was listening that you were fine, that you would be okay and it was just a small wound that would be an easy fix.   

He didn’t want to think about the very real fact that no one had called the police, no paramedic was on the way and no help would be arriving shortly. No one could call as it wasn’t part of the plan, this wasn’t part of the plan.

It was supposed to be simple; kill Chad, take out the agent and leave the sisters for last before returning to the hospital to finish off Gale and Mindy.

A sharp pain shot through Ethan and pierced his heart at the fact that your own body would be among the many left here. 

No. No, you can’t die. 

Ethan swore that it would be over quickly, then the two of you could start your lives together. He swore you’d be just fine, that he’d be there to protect you and make sure nothing happened to you. He swore he’d die before he let you get hurt. 

And that’s exactly what it felt like. 

His heart was beating rapidly, his eyes flickering between your face and your stomach as he tried to think of what to do.

He felt like he was the one dying with how hard his heart was pounding, how much his head was spinning and from the fact that he was functioning on pure adrenaline now. “Y/n, baby, please,” he begged, a tear slipping from his eye and landing on your cheek, mixing with your own. “Stay with me, okay? Just..stay. Fuck, dad! Help, please.” 

Bailey glanced over at his son, his heart hurting for the poor boy. He knew you wouldn’t last much longer, not with the way you had been shot at such close range. If he thought he could be of any help at all, he would be at your side in a second to help his youngest save your life, but he didn’t want to take any of the time you had left away from Ethan.

So, he just turned back to Sam and let you say your goodbyes. A sense of guilt came over him when he thought about how much more realistic it would be that you died as well, as it would take the suspicion off Ethan as everyone knew he would never hurt you in a million years. In a sick and twisted way, it was almost a good thing that you were on your way out as it put his family in the clear.

He ignored the way his son’s cry of anguish filled his ears as he wrapped his hands around the eldest sister’s throat, resuming his task of killing her. 

Ethan felt a sense of betrayal fill him as he watched his dad turn away from him. He wasn’t focused on that for long, though, as he felt your body tense against his. “Ow, fuck,” you mumbled, a string of blood leaving your lips and dripping onto your shirt, further ruining the fabric. “Ethan, I don’t have much time.”

“No, no, don’t say that,” he seethed, his arm tightening around you even more. “Don’t you say that to me.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried, a mix of salt and metal filling your taste buds as your tears mixed with the blood on your lips. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he whispered. “You’re breaking my heart.”

“‘M sorry,” you choke out, swallowing back the bitter taste as best you could. “It’s okay, Eth. You’re going to be okay, I promise.”

“You promised you wouldn’t leave me,” he said back, knowing how big of a hypocrite he was as he had made promises to you as well, and clearly he did a very bad job at keeping them. “You promised we’d be together forever after tonight and everything would be behind us.”

You give him a sad smile. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep that promise,” you whisper, feeling light headed as the last bit of life was quickly slipping away from you. “I need you to promise me that you’ll move on, promise me I won’t be your last love…just your first.”

Ethan’s eyes widened in horror, his head shaking as he became offended at your request. There was no way he was moving on after he got to feel what it’s like to be loved by you, touched by you, seen by you. There was just no way. 

You nodded just as quick, your fingers lacing with his. “I need you to do that for me, please,” you trailed off, your eyes never leaving his. He felt as if you were no longer looking at him, but instead staring straight through him. You were slipping away after holding on for as long as you could. “I love you.”

The weight of your eyelids became too heavy to hold and you let them fall shut, your grip on his hand loosening as your head tilted forward to rest against his shoulder. 

Ethan let out a loud cry when he felt your body become limp in his arms. “Y/n,” he sobbed, his blood soaked hand tangling in your hair as he held you close to him “Please, come back. Y/n, please.”

He looked at your emotionless face, the glow of life no longer gracing your skin as your tears stopped flowing, leaving just trails behind that turned a light pink in color once mixed with the red from your blood. 

 His heart was sent into overdrive as he realized he never said it back. “I love you,” he cried desperately, clinging onto you. “I love you so much, I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that, your limp body motionless in his arms. His eyes never left your face, wanting to memorize every small detail as he knew this would be his last time he’d ever see you in person. 

Ethan only looked up once he heard the quiet grunts of Kirby. Quinn tightly gripped the back of her head, her hand tangled in the agent’s short blonde hair as she shoved her to her knees in front of him. “Ethan,” she said, her voice full of rage and a bit of sadness once she realized you were gone. “Kill this bitch. Let’s finish this.”

The feeling of anger that filled his body once he came face to face with the reason behind your death was one he had only felt once before, many months back when he lost his older brother. 

Quinn held the knife out to him, a small smirk gracing her lips as he set your body to rest gently on the floor, his legs shaking a bit as he stepped forward and took it from her hand, a deadly look forming in his eyes.

[cobaltperun]

Lost (27) - Cold Shoulder

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 5k

Story masterlist / First part / Previous part / Next part

-So while the knife is twisting, I take the blame, I've been building a wall and I can't tear it down, get a chill when you call me, I'm freezing you out-

The place was a damn maze, stairs, halls, small rooms, large rooms, some meant for storage, some looking more like offices, little to no windows, and walls and doors that looked the same, Tara was inside for less than fifteen minutes, and she already felt disoriented. The dust made it more difficult to breathe, but at least the place was well-lit, the lighting was probably fixed by the cult.

Tara glanced back at Kirby, she didn’t look too confident now that the three of you were inside. She gave the two of you detailed instructions and directions, you were all supposed to reach an old archive where Kirby’s mole would meet up with you and then you could proceed with the second step of the plan. And despite Kirby being the one most familiar with the layout of the place you were the one leading, because you were the one most capable of fighting, and handling potential danger in case you ran into a Ghostface.

So, Tara turned to look at your back. For a moment she wondered how many times did she look at your back and felt safe. Frankly, she lost count, from actual danger, or during harmless situations, you standing in front of her as the unbreakable shield between her and anything else, keeping her safe. She’s looked at your back so many times, yet you’ve never looked as strong as you were now. And if you being stronger than ever wasn’t enough to reassure her this would all end well, the bulletproof vest you were wearing under your jacket certainly did. All three of you had bulletproof vests, because this Ghostface didn’t hesitate to shoot, and you weren’t taking chances. 

You stopped abruptly and raised your hand, prompting her and Kirby to stand by the wall as well. Footsteps echoed the halls, yet none of you were moving and despite having absolute faith in you Tara still swallowed the lump in her throat, she still felt her heart skipping a beat when she saw the black robe rounding the corner. You moved faster than Kirby, trapping the surprised Ghostface in a clinch and landing an uppercut on his guts. Ghostface grunted, stumbling slightly as you yanked the mask off and punched him in the chin. He fell back, hitting the wall as you pulled the gun out and shot him in the head. The blood painted the wall as the body slumped down to the floor.

“Good job,” Kirby commented as you took a few steps back, your hands trembling under the weight of the gun. You were looking at the fish painted on the mask and then at the gun in your hand.

Tara stepped closer to you and hugged you from behind, even with the vest on she still felt you flinching at her touch. “Breathe, please, just breathe,” she whispered, slipping her hand into yours. You took a couple of deep breaths and squeezed her hand before turning back to smile at her.

The smile wasn’t quite reaching your eyes, and it was a tiny smile at best, filled with remorse over having to do this. And Tara wished she could take it away, she wished neither of you got involved in this Ghostface hell, where you had to kill to stay alive and keep your family safe. “Thank you,” you whispered back and though reluctantly, the two of you separated and continued walking, leaving the dead Ghostface behind. At least it was one of the three responsible for Danny’s death.

Would that bring you or her comfort? No. It wouldn’t. It was a sick, twisted situation to be in, to again and again take life, yet here she was, pregnant, roughly half a year away from bringing two new lives into the world. It was in self-defense, these people, every Ghostface Sam, you and she killed was trying or planning to kill you, but the lines blurred, especially since Sam… she didn’t dare to think about what Sam did while in the cult.

Did Sam kill someone innocent to keep her cover? Tara didn’t want to know, she probably would end up finding out, but she definitely didn’t want to know the answer to that question.

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow,” you suddenly spoke up and Tara’s eyes widened. You weren’t even looking at her, but you knew, you understood exactly how she felt, and you calmed her down before her emotions could get the better of her.

And you said tomorrow, making an unspoken promise that there wouldn’t be serious injuries, that no one would be comatose after this, that all of this would be over by tomorrow. That your lives could finally start going back to normal starting from tomorrow morning.

You stopped again, though this time it was in the middle of the hall. “Kirby is this the right way?” you asked and Tara looked ahead, at the roll-up garage doors that looked like it was stuck.

Kirby approached you, clearly puzzled. “We followed the directions. Do you think you can lift this up?” she asked.

You crouched down and grabbed the handle. Carefully you tried to lift it up and it moved, though slowly. “I can, but it’ll make a lot of noise, it’s a bit rusty,” you leaned your ear against the doors and narrowed your eyes. “I think I hear water?”

Tara glanced at Kirby. “What do you make of this? Can we trust this mole?”

Kirby nodded. “Yes, she’s an experienced cop, we’ve worked together before, I trust her. We’re supposed to meet up in the archive though,” she looked conflicted, uncertain if the three of you should keep going.

“Let’s see where this takes us then,” you grunted a bit, but the rusty doors moved up. “Damn! It’s really rusty,” you complained, lifting it up to your chest. “Go, go!”

Tara and Kirby slipped beneath the doors to the other side, and just in time, as the mechanism broke and the doors closed before you could even react.

“Y/N!” Tara cried out, fearing you got hurt.

“I’m okay, I’m okay! I’ll just have to find another way to you!” you reassured her and Tara felt her heart hammering against her chest as she placed her hand on the doors. You were alone, and she still remembered what happened the last time you faced Ghostface alone.

“Please be careful,” she told you as Kirby placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“I will, and you better be careful as well,” she could hear your voice wavering, you were worried for her, afraid that maybe you wouldn’t get to her in time. “Kirby, if anything happens,” the warning in your voice was clear and despite everything Tara couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“I know, Ghostface will be the least of my worries,” she sighed. “We need to move, that was loud, someone must have heard it,” Kirby ushered both of you to move.

“Go, I’ll find you,” you promised Tara one more time and though you couldn’t see her, Tara still nodded. She heard your footsteps and turned around when she heard Kirby’s gasp. “What the fuck?” Tara couldn’t help but ask as she looked at a yacht a bit less than 40 feet long from what she could see, and it looked like it was loaded with military equipment.

“Tara, we need to move,” Kirby breathed out, pulling Tara toward some stairs on the side, from the looks of it her and Kirby were still on the right track, but Tara could tell Kirby was getting increasingly more tense as they climbed up the stairs. She pulled out her phone and tried to call her mole, or someone else, Tara didn’t know, but her movements were frantic and hasty.

~X~

You needed to meet up with Tara once again, but first you needed to stop the bleeding. The mechanism breaking caused the doors to cut into your left palm, it wasn’t too deep, and you could still move everything properly, but it would be a pain in the ass if you kept bleeding all over the building. So, you used a torn piece of your shirt to wrap the wound.

You took refuge in a small room near the roll-up doors, aiming to hopefully catch a Ghostface or two by surprise. And soon enough you heard two sets of footsteps. You left the doors slightly open, so you could look at two figures as they walked over to the roll-up doors and one of them knelt to check the blood stain. You couldn’t hear them, but you saw the one still standing pulling a knife out and abruptly slitting the other Ghostface’s throat.

Your eyes widened as the Ghostface that remained pushed the body away and turned around, the dog on the mask was now stained by blood. Sam. It had to be Sam. So, as risky as it could have been, you stepped outside.

“Hey, Sam, long time no see,” you greeted her, the anger forgotten for a moment, right now you needed to bring her back to sanity, to bring her back to Tara’s side, and you couldn’t do that with rage fueling you.

“Y/N,” she took the mask off, dropping it and looking at you, her eyes hollow, haunted by what she had to do. What she’s been doing for months now.

“Why did you do this Sam?” you couldn’t believe your eyes, you couldn’t recognize the woman in front of you. All you knew was that something horrible must have happened to push her into acting like this.

“I need to protect all of you, Y/N,” she whispered somberly.

“By looking like the monster that caused all of this in the first place? It’s not too late, please, please stop this,” you tried, hoping against all odds that she would listen to you. “This isn’t protecting anyone. Especially not-”

“Y/N!” she yelled your name, abruptly cutting you off. “I can’t protect Tara unless I do this. I don’t care what the price is,” somehow she sounded like her conviction couldn’t be broken and yet on the verge of tears at the same time. Her body language showed all the signs of exhaustion, her shoulders slumped, she looked just about ready to crumble.

You gritted your teeth, anger getting the better of you. All the sleepless nights Tara spent worrying about Sam these past few months, the times Sam chose to smoke near Tara, how many times Tara cried in your arms, worrying that Sam would leave her again and that she couldn’t do anything to stop it. And then the past month. Luring you so you could get framed, Danny dying, Tara being captured! “This is protection in your eyes? Locking me up? Tara getting captured?! Do you even know your cult had her, you stupid asshole?!” you yelled, not caring who could come.

Sam at least had the decency to be shocked, either because she didn’t know Tara was captured or because she didn’t expect you to just call her out like that. But it just proved your point! How could she not see this wasn’t protecting Tara, that this, in fact, put Tara in more danger. “I need to kill them all,” she looked down, her hands shaking as she lifted the knife up, her eyes focusing on the blade, glaring at it. “Shut up, just leave me be!” she cried, raising her hands and gripping her head.

Was she hallucinating Billy again? You couldn’t be sure, but if she was it would only make this more difficult. You took a few steps closer to her. “Sam, get it together, we can still fix this,” you tried offering her your hand.

“We’ll never be left alone, Y/N, he’ll just keep coming back!” tears began streaming down her cheeks as she looked up, broken, defeated, the robes hid it, but judging by her face, the sunken cheeks, the gaunt eyes, she lost a lot of weight, and she clearly wasn’t sleeping well.

“Sam, let me help you,” at this point you didn’t even feel angry, you just felt sorry.

“No, go find Tara, I’ll kill them myself!” she demanded, pointing her knife at you.

How did she not understand that she was hanging on by a thread, that as she was she wouldn’t be able to make it out of this alive if you just left her alone. “Tara is with Kirby, I need to make sure you survive first,” because Sam was important to you, and to Tara, and you’d make sure Tara didn’t have to grieve anymore than she already was.

And then Sam gritted her teeth. “Move, or I’ll get you to move!” she lunged at you, knife raised.

You sighed grabbing her forearm and pushing her back. Sam stumbled back, but didn’t fall, and judging by her eyes she wasn’t about to give up. “Guess I have to actually knock some sense into you,” you relaxed your posture, bouncing from one foot to another and raising your fists up.

~X~

Tara thought she’d be used to feeling dread by now, especially since she felt it constantly while you were gone, but this was different. She couldn’t shake off the bad feeling clutching at her heart, and she reached for her inhaler as Kirby led her up the stairs. How were you? Were you okay? Did you come across Ghostface?

Yet, despite worrying about you, what she dreaded the most was what would happen to Sam. How involved in this cult was she? How much did she know? Could she still go back to living a normal life after this?

She’d have to think about that later, as Kirby opened the doors at the top of the stairs and froze.

“Shit!” Kirby cursed, rushing toward a Ghostface with a wolf on the mask.

Tara’s eyes widened as she pieced it together, this had to be her mole, and as Kirby knelt by the Ghostface’s side, taking the mask off and revealing a woman in her early thirties, with short black hair and blood dripping down her chin, but she was still breathing.

“I need to stop the bleeding!” Kirby exclaimed, moving the robes aside and finding the stab wound in the woman’s stomach. It looked deep, but it seemed like she was knocked out due to hitting her head, and not the actual stab wound.

“I’ll keep watch,” Tara assured her as she looked around. There were two ways to come inside, the doors that led down the stairs that they just came through that were behind her now, and another door to Tara’s right. The room looked like some kind of control center, with levers and controls, as well as security cameras, but they seemed to be disabled, since she couldn’t see you anywhere, and the camera that showed this room showed just Kirby’s mole at the computer. Meaning it was set to loop. If she could get the cameras to stop looping the footage she might be able to locate you, as well as see if anyone else was coming, but she’d need Kirby to stand watch to do that.

She heard coughing and looked over to Kirby. The woman was waking up, and despite the situation Tara was relieved to see her sitting up.

“Agent Reed, sorry, they caught me,” the woman apologized.

“It happens, you did enough,” Kirby assured her. “We had some issues as well. Y/N got separated, so it’s just Tara and I for now,” she pointed toward Tara.

“Hey there,” Tara greeted quickly.

“Agent Woolf, nice to meet you, miss L/N,” well, that was an ironic name. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you while you were held captive. Golubeva did as much as she could, but still.”

“You apologize a lot,” Tara smiled, from what she heard the wounded agent helped a lot from the shadows, gathering any information she could while still maintaining her cover. And she was the one who saved Sidney.

The agent chuckled a bit at that. “I get that,” she tried to stand up, but stumbled back to the floor.

“Take it easy, you might have a concussion,” Kirby helped her sit up.

The doors suddenly opened, and Tara lifted her gun up, but the bird on the mask made her stop. It was Anya and then… behind her, the one that killed Danny, the one with a bear on the mask.

“Ghost-Monkey did say we have a mole, I just didn’t think I’d see you again, Tara L/N,” the one with the bear spoke, his accent showing despite the voice changer. Tara couldn’t shoot him, not unless he moved away from Anya, as it was she was between him and Tara, and Tara honestly doubted he didn’t have a bulletproof vest or something, since he knew about Woolf being a mole. Not to mention he was pointing his gun at Kirby.

Anya sighed, ripping the voice changer off along with the mask. Tara couldn’t read the woman, but she saw her looking at Woolf, and then at Tara, specifically at her stomach, and Tara for a moment remembered how the woman reacted when she realized Tara was pregnant. “Lower the gun, Igor,” she told him, no ordered him.

He tilted his head as she turned to look at him. “After all this? I’m fixing injustice, these people took so many lives and got to walk free,” he argued.

Tara’s eyes narrowed. They didn’t get to walk free, sure, they never went to jail, but they could never go back to their previous lives, Sam especially. She somehow managed to deal with what happened, with what she had to do, because she had you, and together, you and her managed to build a relatively normal life, aside from nightmares, mistrust, and all the small and big ways what happened influenced your decisions. But Sam? Sam didn’t have that, even when Danny was alive, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t stop looking over her shoulder, she couldn’t stop being worried that every person she met was a potential Ghostface, and it made every part of her life difficult. She used to work at a coffee shop when the three of you first moved to New York, but then Bailey and his family, as well as Thomas, attacked, and ever since then… Since then Ghostface was no longer a part of the friend group, someone she had to let in, ever since then Ghostface could be anyone, and this cult just proved her fears right.

Tara was so deep in her thoughts she nearly missed Anya sighing and closing her eyes. When she opened them again Tara saw so much sorrow in the woman’s eyes it almost made Tara cry.

“What’s with that look cousin?” Ghostface asked as the MMA fighter looked at him.

“I’m sorry,” Anya said and moved so fast Tara for a moment thought she was watching you move.

~X~

Sam wasn’t weak, not in the slightest, but she was too emotional, too desperate. She telegraphed her attacks so much in advance you didn’t even need to try. You grabbed her wrist before she could stab you in the shoulder, that was another thing, she wasn’t aiming to kill you, she just wanted to get you out of her way. “Come on, Sam, this is pointless,” you moved to the side, pulling her forward and slipping behind her.

She yelped as you pulled her arm behind her back and twisted it slightly until she dropped the knife. “Stop! You know you can’t fight me,” you were still trying to simply restrain her, without hurting her, or using unnecessary force.

“You think I can go back?” Sam bit out, trashing in your hold. She hit you with the back of her head and you took a step back, letting her go in the process. “I killed your father, my mother, I can never go back after that,” she ripped the robes off and you saw just how much weight she lost. You wondered when was the last time she had a proper meal. She lost muscle mass; she really was a ghost of who she was before. “I ruin everything I touch, I’m like a plague, causing deaths and suffering everywhere I go!” she lashed out, trying to punch you and gradually getting more frustrated every time you dodged out of the way.

As it was Sam was just exhausting herself, and you thought of her words, of how she saw herself, and despite your anger you felt sorry.

“Tara needs you, Sam, stop being their daughter and be her sister!” you were wasting time, dodging and redirecting her attempts to hit you, so, when she came close to you one more time you swept her legs from under her and pinned her to the floor. “Think of Tara, please,” you could only hope thinking about Tara would bring her back to her senses. “She needs you back, you’re not a plague to her, she loves you, Sam. Tara wants you in her life. Please, don’t leave her again.”

But before Sam could answer you felt a heard gun firing and saw bullets flying right past you, luckily missing your head. The two that hit your chest were stopped by the vest, but it still knocked some air from your lungs. “Y/N!” you heard Sam yelling as you jumped to your feet, and she dragged you back into the room you were in before. Ghostface with rhino on the mask shot at you while another, this one with a monkey on the mask showed off a bloody knife, and you, worried about Tara, felt rage pulsing in your veins.

~X~

Tara gasped when Anya tackled Ghostface and pinned him to the ground. She put him in a hold, much like she used to when she was fought professionally, her arms around his neck and arm, her legs locking his own in place and her body weight stopping his movement.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” he gasped, the voice changer falling off and his mask cracking due to the pressure she was putting on it.

“You’ve gone too far, turn yourself in and maybe you can still stay alive,” Anya pleaded, and Tara felt like she understood, this man was Anya’s family, and Tara would have done the same for Sam if she was in this situation. “I don’t want to hurt my family, but I can’t let you kill anyone else,” she sounded devastated, like she was the one being hurt by what she was doing, and not him.

Ghostface struggled against her hold, trying his best to reach the gun he dropped. “It was you, wasn’t it?! You freed Y/N, didn’t you?” he yelled, the mask slipping off the lower half of his face and showing her bared teeth.

“I just wanted to keep you out of trouble at first, to trade information for your freedom, but you put a pregnant woman in danger Igor,” Anya’s hold on him weakened when he began gasping for air, and that was enough for him. He twisted, grabbing the gun, and pointing it at Tara. “Wait, don’t!” Anya cried out, letting him go as he pulled the safety off.

~X~

You blindly fired your gun through the crack in the doors in retaliation, and well, you were hoping that maybe you’d be lucky enough to hit one of the Ghostfaces. Judging by the sudden grunt you heard maybe you did get lucky, and a bullet did hit, or at least graze one of the Ghostfaces.

“Talk about luck,” you stopped firing, you had to be careful, you’d run out of bullets sooner rather than later if you weren’t careful. Kirby may have given you a gun this time, but she was kinda stingy with the ammo. You had three bullets left, so you had to make them count.

“Go through that door, you’ll be able to get behind them if you go left,” Sam told you, motioning toward the door in the back of the room. This place really was a damn maze.

“What about you?” you asked, looking her up and down, at least she looked like she was thinking rationally.

“I’ll stay and kill them if they come in,” Sam told you as she hid behind a shelf. You didn’t notice while you were running into the room, but she managed to grab her knife.

Well, that should somewhat work. “Right, don’t get too excited,” you moved, carefully opening the door, and looking outside. You couldn’t see anyone, but that didn’t exactly mean you were safe. You slipped into the hall, following Sam’s directions and soon enough, when you looked around the corner, you saw Ghostface slowly approaching the door of the room you were just in. He had a gun, so you raised your gun and fired, shooting him in the shoulder from behind. “Guess my aim is shit,” you muttered to yourself, firing again as he stumbled, the bullet missed though. “Fuck!” you cursed as he twisted his body around, aiming his gun toward you, you fired at the same time as he did, but seeing as you hit his right shoulder his aim was off and a bullet flew right by you, while you, by another stroke of luck, managed to shoot him in the head.

Years of fighting made you more aware of your surrounding as you spun around, catching the wrist of the other Ghostface before he could stab you. You were almost certain you were out of bullets, but just to be sure you pulled the trigger, only to hear the click. At least it was worth a try, as you flipped the gun around and hit the side of Ghostface’s head with it.

As the doors opened and you saw Sam coming out you kneed the man in the stomach and pushed him toward Sam so she could stab him in the throat with her knife.

~X~

Tara’s eyes widened as Anya dropped to the floor. She jumped in front of the gun, she took the bullet for Tara, a small caliber bullet, ravaging her insides, and much like Danny, there was nothing anyone could do to save her.

“Why- why would you?” Ghostface didn’t get to hear the answer as Tara fired her gun, the first bullet shattered the mask, the second ended his life without a doubt.

Tara ran toward the fallen woman and tried to put pressure on the wound, but the bleeding wouldn’t stop, she couldn’t do anything. “Why would you do something so reckless?” she felt tears falling from her eyes, blurring her vision as Anya groaned in pain and still managed to smile.

“I wasn’t thinking… but I guess,” she took a deep breath. “You’re pregnant. I don’t need another reason,” she sighed, pushing Tara’s hand away. “I should have worn a vest,” she joked, knowing this was her end. “You need to stop this, the cult leader can’t escape,” she warned and placed an USB stick in Tara’s hand.

“She’s right. I couldn’t tell you over the phone, but he’s been playing the long game,” Woolf revealed. “Richie and Amber were the first step, his equals, they were meant to reboot the franchise and get more people to join the cult. This group was hand-picked, though poorly, but there are other small groups, if he escapes, he’ll just rebuild the cult,” she explained as Tara’s blood ran cold.

“As long as he lives your nightmare will never end. There’s data on that, his connections, all the victims of the cult, and the members and supporters,” Anya coughed, her voice growing weaker. She still placed her hand over Tara’s, closing Tara’s fingers around the stick. “That’s your sister’s evidence, everything she gathered, given to me and Woolf, and you need to stop her as well. As it is she doesn’t intent to walk… out of this alive,” she said, her grip on Tara’s hand weakening until her hand fell, and Tara, shocked by the information she received couldn’t do anything but watch the hand collide with the floor and bounce slightly.

She could only watch as Anya took her last breath. Her heart began beating rapidly and she couldn’t breath properly. Sam was planning to die? Sam was… her Sam… her sister would… Tara began shaking, her arms wrapping tightly around herself as tears streamed down her face. She couldn’t let that happen! But she couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t even react as Kirby rushed over to her and grabbed her inhaler. She could only just barely open her mouth to prevent an asthma attack.

~X~

You sighed, tossing the gun aside, you were out of bullets and so was the Ghostface that had a gun. Well, so much for an easy way out. You guessed you would have to deal with anyone else the harder way. “Do you know where to go from here?” you asked as Sam cleaned the blood off her knife.

Sam paused for a moment and then looked at you. “Go back the way you came, take the second left turn, then up the stairs, keep going, fourth door to the left will take you to the control room. Tara and Kirby must have passed it, or maybe they are inside it,” she told you and now it was your turn to stop.

“You sound like you’re not coming with me?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I have something else I need to do, you need to protect Tara,” Sam told you.

A/N: Well, three chapters to go, this one took a while, but we are approaching the end of the action part of the story. In case you lost count of Ghostfaces, which I wouldn't blame you for, all that is left is the leader and Ghost-Lion.

Story masterlist / First part / Previous part / Next part

Taglist: @alexkolax

[gothicknightz]

family ties pt. 2 | ethan landry

notes: IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS PART 2. YOU GUYS ARE GONNA LOVE IT. SCREAM 6 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT.

Sam was shocked beyond words when she found all of this information. Her, she couldn't believe anything.

And the worse thing was, is that they were trusted.

“It fucking runs in the family, Sam-” She paused, breaking away from Ethan's hold, and pointed an accusatory knife at her.

“Did you even think for a second, that, I was behind all of this?” She chuckled in disbelief, taking a step back, “When I found out that my baby's brother got cut up by your whore hands-”

“I didn't kill him!”

“Yes you did, you motherfucker, you killed our brother!”

It was Quinn's turn to have an ironical stab at Sam with words, with tears forming in her eyes as she yelled, with the Detective holding her back.

“Richie supported me and Ethan, he was helping us with our wedding when his girlfriend decided to cut up pretty little Tara here.” She blew a kiss at Tara, who, in retaliation gave her the middle finger.

“So is that your motive? You only want me dead because you believe I killed your boyfriend's brother?” Sam had asked, in disbelief that her reasoning was as baseless as the rumor that Sam was behind Woodboro.

“No...” She muttered, getting close up and personal, teasing Sam as she dragged the knife down above her chest down to her stomach.

“It’s much more than that.”

“Then get on with it already!” Tara yelled, clearly tired of the ever-long villain monologue, the ferocity catching up to her quicker than the shock did; everyone had trusted (y/n), but clearly, she was on their side. She always was, ever since day one.

(y/n) paused in her tracks, shooting a glare at the younger Carpenter sister before slashing her arm as well, yelling out in frustration as her speech was stopped. “Oh, you’re feistier than the book portrays you to be,” pausing to take a breath, (y/n) wiped the blade clean.

“But clearly none of you were able to connect the little dots. Even that unkillable cockroach Gale Weathers. I’m jealous that you got to do it, Quinn.” Looking up at her, Quinn sent her a wink before beginning to sink again.

“They weren’t the only ones grieving-”

Having enough of the speech, Tara swung one of the prop bricks at (y/n)’s head, causing her to go down, and for the Ghostfaces to attack, this one, in particular, being Quinn.

Tara swung another brick at Quinn, getting a two-for-one deal before heading for the fire escape-like exit the trio earlier were going to retreat to, with Sam downgrading and absolutely berating Richie to his father; that he wasn’t capable of anything, and that he had let his girlfriend do all the killing.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, before the Detective could attack, Kirby rose from the dead once again, firing her gun at the orchestrator of the Ghostface killings, only to be stabbed by Ethan.

“Recognize this?”

His victory was short-lived as Sam came up behind him and knocked him out with another stage brick, stabbing him several times before attempting to go for the exit, following her sister.

As the Carpenter sisters made their way around the very much aging railings, the place was falling apart, and when Tara got to a part that looked like it was in progress, she slipped, with Sam catching her sister right before she fell into the metaphorical jaws of Ethan below her.

“Sam,” Tara muttered, clearly afraid as the blood on her hands wasn’t letting her hold on any longer, “I can't hold on anymore; let me go.” She whispered, with Sam reluctant to let go of her sister, despite Quinn teasing her with the knife coming up. “No,” Sam repeated, despite the choices wearing thin from the siblings.

“We always wanted to stick something in you, Tara!” Ethan yelled, in reference to him and his girlfriend's bloodlust for the death of the younger Carpenter sister.

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!”

Back to the Carpenter sisters, Tara once again asked her sister to let her go, Sam gives in and gives her sister a knife, and the younger Carpenter sister drops down and attacks Ethan.

That wasn't until he got a stab at her stomach, with Tara crying out in pain before taking the knife Sam had given her and stabbing Ethan in the Gullet, muttering on about he'll never get to go through with marrying (y/n), and twisted the knife.

After she pulled back, there was a satisfied smile on her face, and there was one on Sam's too as she told Quinn she was down another brother, not minding to leave (y/n) in the dark as the failed sister-in-law. 

“Well, you definitely missed the fucked up blood she had. Must suck that she didn't get more of it.”

Quinn screamed out in anger as she charged at Sam with her knife, before ultimately getting shot in the head right in front of her father. Sam mentioned that you always have to shoot them in the head for it to work, before attempting to shoot the Detective with an empty gun.

The two charged at each other when they realized it would either be one or the other, with the two colliding and falling off of the balcony; the detective falling on a display case, and Sam falling on the ground. 

The lights blacked out, ironically in the situation the two were in, which gave Sam the chance to dress up in her father’s old Ghostface robe and mask, just as the Detective wanted and called him.

“Hello, Detective Bailey, I’ve got one question for you.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

The detective chuckled as he walked up the stairs to the stage, not far from where his daughter-in-law’s body lay, still on the ground from Tara’s brick attack earlier. 

“I’m asking because you’re in one now; you’re in my movie.”

Frantic, and on edge as ever, the Detective shoots at two mannequins dressed in Ghostface robes, and to his avail, Sam wasn’t behind either one. 

He notices that the robe from Billy Loomis’ case is gone, and the recognition sinks in, “Oh,” He paused, looking at the case, “I see you’ve put on your true face; your birthright. Poetic that you’re gonna die in it.”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Now you know the truth, huh? Murder’s in your blood!”

Sam continues to taunt the Detective as he impatiently awaits Sam’s arrival, pointing the gun in every direction before he smashes the phone; Sam subsequently shows up behind him and stabs him several times.

Before she gets to finish him off, a very much alive Tara shows up behind the curtain, glancing at the badly injured detective.

“My father was a murderer.” She paused, “No matter what you think, I’m better than that.”

Sam mutters something about messing with her family and proceeds to stab the Detective in the eye before the sisters recollect themselves and sit on the stage outside of the curtain.

As they recollect, the sisters are unaware that Ethan had survived his earlier attack, and got up, knife in his hand, fueled with rage. Unfortunately, he couldn’t fulfill his wish to kill both Sam and Tara as Kirby dropped the TV on his head that killed Stu Macher in the original 1996 killings.

“Saw that in a scary movie once.”

The police arrived not long after the defeat of the Ghostface’s and soon-to-be-killer, with Danny relieved that both Sam and Tara had survived, noting that he figured they’d need reinforcements.

Kirby and Chad were wheeled out, with Mindy arriving not long after, her injuries not stopping her as she complained that she missed the reveal once again.

“I know who the killers are- it’s Ethan and Bailey!” She ran in, exasperated and out of breath.

“And Quinn and (y/n),” Sam added.

“(y/n) too? Did I miss the monologue again?”

“Yeah, they’re wheeling out her body right now. She and Ethan were engaged, and planned this whole thing.”

Mindy’s jaw dropped before mentioning that they had put her on so many drugs and proceeded to climb into the ambulance beside Chad.

The group’s attention was turned on to each other, with the body of (y/n) and Ethan wheeled out together, a body bag covering only Ethan.

“They died right next to each other, it was poetic, I guess,” Tara muttered, the group still unaware of what was unfolding behind them.

A group of paramedics tended to (y/n), who was still unconscious and with a pulse, as the nurses discovered.

“We’ve got a weak pulse!”

The nurses also found some sort of identification on (y/n), which was her driver’s license, and it read her full name:

(y/n) Freeman.

(ahhh!!! part 2 is finally here! what do you guys think of a prequel? ;)

[mage-ical-character-person]

hm.

ever since I learned of Mr Puzzles and unlocked forbidden childhood memories of watching the old stuff from the whole SMG4 thing. (Like I recall a thing where the main Mario recolor was reading a book and then there was the immma firing my laser thing. In space I think?) Thinking… mostly making connections to other medias like Ratboy Genius and going “well I liked a similar thing there so I SHOULD like this as well”

Basically I am intrigued! But when I watch it it feels like. I would rather be watching um.

Other web series(es? Do you count the whole Ratboy channel as one series? Cause all this stuff was fairly separate series-es before Starship Genius brought it all together) that also has a guy who is a purple recolor of the main character who shares a name with the channel. And it has musical numbers. And also sort of does that thing where you can laugh at it or you can get invested and then the weird stuff you were laughing at becomes atmospheric.

God I love Ratboy Genius. I don’t post about it much because I have trouble being even vaguely coherent about it most of the time and it suits a very specific undefined mood that I’m not often it. But. All I can think about when I watch this other thing is how much I LOVE Ratboy Genius.

scratches the same surreal storytelling itch without the… ytp nature.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that it’s just kind of… hard to balance tone when mixing that with stuff I’m supposed to take seriously, I guess?? It’s hard to for me personally to get as invested as I feel like I should be in Mario shoots the autism creature with a gun being followed up by Splatoon OC psychological horror in that same episode. Like I can’t place it but the way it plays with tonal whiplash isn’t as smooth as something like Centaurworld or even just… Kirby?

don’t get me wrong, I still like it. It’s just not quite…. grabbing me? Something is holding it back from entering fixation territory for me and I feel weird about it.

And I’m not vibing with the “YTP but with OCs” thing as much as I did with say, Khonjin House. And like Gay Spaghetti Chef was my favorite part of Khonjin house I feel like I should love this. Maybe it’ll grow on me?

Also like?? These guys are affiliated with digital circus? The digital circus guys? Somehow? I think? Which also is a thing that’s making me think there’s gotta be like. Something other than just the TV man that should be grabbing me here. But I am literally just here for the freak that’s desperate for attention and yanks people into worlds of his own creation against their will to get it and Oh. THAAAT’s why I like Puzzles TV Man he’s like best friend

best friend. vvvvvvvv

best friend ^^^^^^^^^

Creature similar to best friend vvvvvvv

[inconsistent-kuroshitsuji-blog]

Hello. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask for headcanons about the kuro characters and their favourite video game genres/series? ^_^

Absolutely.

Kuro characters and their favourite video game genres/series

don't know why, but he looks like he'd enjoy simulator games

if Black Butler would've happened in the modern day (and someone would've taught this grandpa how to use technology) he would probably used these to learn the things he needs to know as a human

cooking simulator (or Cooking Mama), school simulator, anything that could be useful like that

definitely also enjoys slasher games

simply judging by the way he enjoyed that bloodbath on the Campania, he'd looooooove extremely violent games

idk, I don't know too many in that genre, but Dead by Daylight could be one of his faves

but nothing with guns. Those things are beneath him. He wants the real thrill of the kill

oh, please, as if he'd even know what that is

he doesn't even have time for this

imagine the hours wasted on lines of code and digital pixels

do you know that one game where it's basically like a VR job simulator with different kinds of jobs like cook or office or gas station? Instead of humans, the NPCs are robots that insult you at every given opportunity and set you up for failure. Yeah, he'd like that.

also, Powerwash Simulator

ok, stereotypical, but dress up games

especially Style Savvy (ngl, these games are way too good)

other than that, she seems like a casual enjoyer of Animal Crossing

except that she bullies all the ugly neighbours off of her island and hunts for very specific characters (so basically like me)

another obvious choice is Bayonetta

I mean, have you looked at her? Slashing her way through demons and angels while having chainsaws for arms and legs? The cunty outfits?

Let me tell you: Bayonetta and Grell? An iconic match made in heaven

I can't decide

either he's a die-hard Mario Kart player or a huge Sonic enthusiast (the older games, not the newer ones)

he probably doesn't have enough time to really play though, since he's either out working overtime or out partying

he doesn't seem like a shooter person

okay, this is coming out of me because of a huge lack of sleep (it's currently 1 am where I'm living), but why does he look like he would drunkenly play Fortnite or Roblox?

"You got games on your phone?" No, back the fuck up dude. You're an adult.

Why did I just write that? Inco, what's wrong with you?

this is very specific, but that one Coraline game for the Wii and the DS

he's definitely leaning more towards psychological horror games

American McGee's Alice and Alice: Madness Returns. You can't convince me otherwise

he's an unfairly skilled Mario Kart player, to the point that it almost seems like he's cheating (he's 100% cheating, just like when playing Uno)

on the other hand, he's a huuuuge sucker for Kirby games

doesn't matter what type or gimick, he loves it and has perfected it down to the last frame

but you'd never know unless he wanted you to know (and I know it because I am God and run on my last bar of my batterie and because he's officially and undeniably my husband, deal with it. Omfg, this is so fucking cringe, I'm gonna go shoot myself, I'll be right back.)

well, first of all, you need to explain everything to him because he couldn't even read the instructions on the screen (I'm 100% convinced that his eyesight is pure batshit and he's just cheating his way through the manga through some deus-ex-machina type of shit)

newsflash, but he loves horror games

I really see him with games like Resident Evil or Don't Starve Together

also, Undetale

you know, because of morals and choices and consequences and all that (surely not because of a skeleton with dry humour)

maybe it would help to show him a bathing simulator so this crusty man learns how to clean himself

is it too obvious and on the nose to say The Mortuary Assistant?

omg, look at him! My boy! Finally animated! I love him so much! My boy!

ahem, so anyway...

Trombone Champ

he'd play it on his loudest speakers just to annoy the hell out of everyone

also, you know those really cheap horror games you can find on Steam that are really terrible? He lives for those

idk why, but he seems like he'd enjoy Portal

and Assassin's Creed. Especially the first four mainline games

continueing with puzzle games, he really enjoys Professor Layton, no doubt

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

That's it for now. It's almost 2 am and I have to help out at a sports event I only registered for to watch some random kids suffer in the heat. But now I have to wake up early for that... Oh, how ironically bitchy life is. And to top it all of I have to work the graveyard shift today. Coffee and energy will be my best friend today.

So, yeah, that's it for now. Or maybe not, maybe I'll pull an all-nighter simply so I can't oversleep. If you're up for a part 2 just slide into my requests and I'll see what I can do.

Until then~

Your Inconsistent Kuroshitsuji Blog~

[infin1ty-garden]

can you do a jill roberts x gn! reader? Reader and jill were childhood bestfriends but then reader moved.And now reader is back and she and jill reunite during the killings and jill is revealed and she prolly gives reader an option to join her or die? You could choose the ending.

UNTIL THE END

.ೃ࿐ summary: [ in request ] .ೃ࿐ pairing: jill roberts x gn! reader .ೃ࿐ warnings: weapons, injuries being inflicted, murder, stabbings & threats .ೃ࿐ word count: 747 .ೃ࿐ author note: sorry this request took a bit longer. some personal stuff came up. i'm working on other request but it's taking longer than expected.

masterlist. & part 2

Woodsboro barely changed since you'd last been there, at least that's what everyone tells you. To be honest you don't remember it well. Something or someone you will never forget is Jill Roberts. You used to be bestfriends. Living next door to each other. Inseparable, where one goes the other will follow.

When you moved the two of you tried to stay in touch but one thing led to another and you haven't spoken in a long time. You hoped she remembered you at the very least. Your parents picked a horrible time to move back as the ghostface murder's have started again. But there was nothing you could do about it.

You did reunite with Jill and she did in fact remember you as did her aunt. It felt as if almost nothing had changed. Jill fills you in on what you'd missed as well as introducing you to Kirby and Oliva. They seemed nice enough. Everyone was on edge since the murders started and Jill was glued to your side.

She was the one to invite you to the after party at Kirby's house. Once you arrived it seemed as if there was no one in the house. Suddenly Jill came running down stairs. "Where's everyone?"

"I don't know Sindy is on the roof chasing away the killer," Jill said, clearly panicking and assuring you somewhere safer. "The killer's here?" She didn't answer you, instead leading you to a hiding place. "I'm gonna call the cops. You stay here," the next few minutes you heard a lot of commotion but decided to stay put.

The door was ripped open by Charlie. He grabs you. Pointing the knife at your neck. "What are they doing here?" Jill was now dressed in a ghostface costume. "Are you trying to double cross me?"

"I would never do that, baby." In a blink of an eye she held the gun up. Shooting Charlie in the head. He dropped to the floor. You froze. Jill just killed somebody. She slowly moved closer to you. Cupping your cheeks and moving your head away from Charlie's body.

You only now noticed Sidney and Travis were also in the room. Sidney being the only one alive. "Look at me! You don't have to be afraid," she pulled you closer. "It's just you and me until the end. What do you say?" Sidney begged her not to do this. Not to harm anymore people.

"Until the end," you replied. Jill kissed you with ferocity, you had never experienced as if wanting to convey years of longing in one kiss. Everything after that was a blur. You ended up in the hospital. Sidney was pronounced dead. Leaving the only survivors being you, Jill and Gale.

Jill basked in the fame that came with being one of the survivors. You refused any attempt to get you in front of a camera. Every single thought in Jill's head was consumed by her new found fame or at least that's how you felt. She constantly cancelled on dates or didn't bother showing up.

You felt even more isolated. Your peers avoided you like the plague. Afraid that being in your presence would lead to them being the next victim. Even if the killers were caught. Your parents didn't know how to act around you. Resulting in them pretending as if nothing happened.

You decided to break up with Jill as she has barely shown a smidge of care since the relationship started. You thought a text was the best option since that's the only way the two of you interact. She didn't reply to your text. You went on with your day feeling a lot better. You thought Jill wouldn't care.

You thought wrong as she was holding a knife against your neck. "What did I do?"

"Why would you leave me?"

"Over text! What kind of person does that?"

"Why would YOU do that?" Tears were falling down her face. "You promised! You promised until the end," her voice got quieter by the end. Her grip on the knife loosened. You slowly took it from her. Putting it out of her reach. "You are the one who gave up on us. Not me."

"Please don't leave me. I'll change," her hands gripped your shirt. "I've heard that enough time to know that's not gonna happen."  The knife was in her hand again. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! You can't leave me. I won't let you." She stabbed you.

Thanks for reading and requesting!

[roses-r-rosie3]

Crazy Over You (Alt. Ending)

Ethan Landry x M!Reader

Spoilers for scream 6!!!!

Warnings: Angst and swearing

Summary: This is an alternative ending to my story Crazy Over You where Y/n reveals himself as the fourth killer

Y/n, Sam, and Tara looked at each other in shock as Bailey shot at Kirby and one of the ghostface’s walked next to him. “Great job, both of you” said Bailey. “What do you mean both of you? There is only one of the ghostface’s up there” said Tara. All of a sudden they heard y/n’s screams as another ghostface held a knife to his throat. “Y/n!” Said Sam. The ghostface raised their knife at her as they unmasked themself. It was Ethan. “Surprise babe” said Ethan. “E-Ethan?” Said y/n.

They start revealing their motives and all that

“Just let y/n go he has nothing to do with what happened with what happened!” Said Tara. “But he is!” Said Ethan. “He is the brother of one of Richie’s victims” said Ethan. “That has nothing to do with him, just let him go” said Sam trying to reach out to y/n. “Get the fuck back Sam!” Said Ethan pushing the knife a bit further into y/n’s throat. “Did you forget? He’s Stu Macher’s nephew, and how convenient would it be if Stu Macher’s nephew and Billy Loomis’s daughter teamed up and killed all those innocent people, now wouldn’t that be a fucking story” said Quinn. Ethan took the knife away from y/n’s throat as he pointed it at Sam. This gave y/n the opportunity to slip away from Ethan’s grasp and punch him. Y/n ran to Tara and Sam. “The numbers are evened now” said Sam smirking at the Kirsh family. “Not quite” said y/n. Sam turned around to see y/n holding a gun to Tara’s head.

“Y/n? Why?” Said Sam. “Oh for gods sake do you not fucking get it!” Said y/n. “You and Tara over here are the reasons why my brother died!” Said y/n. “That wasn’t our fault y/n!” Said Sam. “I don’t care! He died because of Tara and her little friend group, so now Tara has to pay for what she did to him!” Said y/n giving Tara a psychotic smile. “You know I was hesitant to let y/n join our little gang at first, but when I found out he wanted to kill you for his brother, oh I knew, I knew he would make the perfect killer” said Bailey. “Y/n what about the times when you opened up to me about Stu!” Said Sam. “Unlike you Sam, I actually have the guts to listen to Stu and he’s taught me so many things” said y/n. “That wasn’t him who was teaching you, it was just your messed up fucking head” said Sam.

“Shut the fuck up!” Said y/n as he threw Tara to the ground to shoot at Sam. Little did y/n know Kirby got up and shot him in the stomach. All hell broke loose as Tara hit Quinn with the brick and Sam stabbed Ethan. But after that y/n blacked out for a bit. But when he got up he saw Tara stab Ethan in his mouth. “No!” Said. y/n. Getting up to shoot Tara but he noticed his gun was gone. “Fuck it” Said y/n running at Tara. Little did he know Tara used the knife that she used to kill his boyfriend and started to stab y/n repeatedly until he fell bellow the same TV that killed his uncle. “Looks like I won’t be paying for what ‘I’ did to your brother” said Tara as she dropped the TV onto y/n’s head.

A/n: I was thinking about this being the og ending for Crazy Over You but I decided to make it an alternative ending. Ok now I will be focusing on the Harlan Briggs fanfic :)

[pinkestmenace]

⚔️ (Crossed Swords) - What weapon(s) do they wield or specialize in, if any in particular? Any special properties? Do their weapons have names or epithets? [e.g. MK’s Galaxia, Morpho’s Doomblade]

🧋 (Boba Tea) - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely.

And, of course, a funny one,

⚙️ (Gear) - Do they have any knowledge of, or connections to, the Ancients? What do they think of them?

⚔️ (Crossed Swords) - What weapon(s) do they wield or specialize in, if any in particular? Any special properties? Do their weapons have names or epithets? [e.g. MK’s Galaxia, Morpho’s Doomblade]

There's her club, obviously. Which is exactly what it seems: a big, heavy, pointy object. You can smash things with it. Simple.

Then there's her gauntlets, of course. I've already shown this in a couple drawings, but the gauntlets aren't just for punching hard or giving her bigger hands. The palms can release blasts that serve to repel enemies or boost her. Her boots can do this too, to let her jump high or pivot quickly while wielding her heavy club. She's surprisingly mobile like that even if her wings can't quite carry the weight of her and her club together. She can also still access her dimensional storage while she wears them. (Handy to summon/put her club away quickly or switch weapons on the fly!) The pointer fingers also have the ability to shoot laser blasts. They can only do this when she makes a finger gun gesture, though. That way she can never shoot herself in the hand, just like she has to spread her hands fully to make the palm blasts. By the way, her actual hands are entirely inside the palm area, so her fingers are not inside the gauntlets fingers. Those are solid and entirely mechanical. She operates the gauntlets by pressing sensors inside the palm that correspond to each finger. They are pressure sensitive and give feedback to some extent, so with practice she can bend her gauntlet's fingers exactly as far with exactly as much force as she wants. (So she can actually grab and hold things instead of crushing everything instantly.) Would she name her gauntlets? You know what? She probably does have matching nicknames for them. I haven't come up with anything funny yet, though.

I know it's technically not a weapon, but now that I'm busy talking about her armour I might as well mention her helmet. Olympea, being mothlike, has antennae that give her an excellent sense of smell (for a couple highly specific things). The red parts on top of the 'horns' let air pass through to her antennae inside, which means she's still able to use this even when wearing her helmet. It also leaves space at the back for her wings to move.

🧋 (Boba Tea) - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely.

Aaaah! Coming up with a café food was so difficult! I didn't want to reach for the silly pea soup or club sandwich option again.

Anyway, enter the Mumbo-Jumbo Ice Cream Dream Combo! Made with raspberry, mango, matcha and smurf blue moon ice cream scoops arranged in a row and topped with respectively a galette and ruby chocolate roll, caramel shards and dark cherry, rock candy and lady finger, and salty liquorice rope and toasted mini marshmallows.

⚙️ (Gear) - Do they have any knowledge of, or connections to, the Ancients? What do they think of them?

Considering she lived on Halcandra, which I treat as the main hub of the Ancients before they fell apart into science and magic factions, you bet she does! I actually pepper what little dialogue I've given her with some Jambandran words. Of course, during the period where she was alive and well that wasn't quite Jambandran yet. That didn't come until after the schism, when the magic faction in hiding retained that dialect and the science faction changed until it was no longer recognisable.

But what does she think of them? Well, they're her people and she's one of their heroes, so she wants to keep them safe! She is not good at magic, so she leans towards the science (well, technology and gadgets) side. But just because she isn't very magically gifted doesn't mean she dislikes magic and magic users. If she knew how the tensions between the two camps would grow it would bother her very much.

@kirbyoctournament more 🫛 lore

Masterpost

[enteringdullsville]

Underrated Real Time Fandub Lines 2: Subspace Dubbed Over

“That’s one Reddit upvote right there!”

I had to read the transcript for this humdinger, said as Wario turns Zelda into a trophy.

“Woah! That was Wario and he won…”

That’s probably the best way to cap off Wario’s first appearance.

“My name’s ‘Pit’, like under the arm?”

“Exactly like that.”

There’s a lot of times where someone says something and somebody else’s response is drowned out, such as Palutena’s incredibly blunt response to Pit’s question.

“That’s the weirdest airplane.”

It deserves a prize.

“AAAAUUGHH! I remember when that happened!”

Wasted opportunity not to say “Looks like Team Rocket’s jacking off again”.

“ARM!”

“…Ow.”

The Halberd’s sole line of dialogue, coupled with Fox’s hilarious nonplussed reaction.

“What are we, some kind of Subspace Emissary?”

Because we’re…Super Smash Bros!

“Take that, TUUURTLEEE!”

It’s the weird added emphasis that seals the deal.

“You can’t shoot Donkey Kong!”

DK, as he’s actively being shot at.

“I don’t like the cut of your jib!”

DK, you’ve known Bowser for how long now?

“I did that on purpose!”

As the dub goes on, it becomes obvious that Wario’s the army’s most competent general.

“Am I a f***ing draaagon?”

I like to think the only reason Ray talks like that is because Holly’s voice is shot from Wario’s last scene.

“Tha…at’s right.”

“Pokémon Tower! Not Trainer, Tower!”

“Now I have it-ZELDA.”

Any time the characters acknowledge the character screens.

“I’m back with my GUN THAT KILLS PEOPLE!”

…As opposed to…

“I DO MAGIC, KILL JACKED UP KIDS, I’LL PROBABLY FLY NEXT!”

Porky, seconds before Ness sends him flying.

“I thought that guy was supposed to be Mario, bye!”

This wouldn’t be nearly as funny if Wario wasn’t screaming his name nonstop.

“Did you have lunch today, R.O.B.?”

“No, R.O.B., I didn’t have lunch today!”

The delivery on R.O.B. 2 is what kills me.

“It’s like-a the better pizzuh.”

R.O.B. lets his one guest appearance in Mario Kart go to his head.

“Why is it purple?”

“Because purple’s my favorite color, dumbass.”

“It’s a baaad color!”

“Stupid idiot.”

“Red’s better!”

This’ll be important later on...

“Dude, cookoldry-never mind.”

Hey, reference!

“Nyehh, oh, I’m not even supposed to be here!”

Another gem from “Bozo Dubbed Over” that doesn’t get enough appreciation.

“AH HOPE HE’S DEAD FOREVER!”

I quote this constantly.

“We’re Kirby.”

That’s oddly daunting coming from a bunch of Waddle Dees.

“Whoa, deja vu!”

“It’s happening again!”

Again, I quote Dedede constantly, intonation and all.

“It’s because I’m so scared that I did it!”

Luigi’s voice is just the best thing.

“F***ing, f***ing, f***ing, f***…I GOTTA WIN!”

Wario gets beat up so hard it causes him to talk normally.

“I HOPE THAT GUY’S NOT GETTING JACKED OFF.”

My favorite version of the episode’s running gag.

“HEY, LISTEN!”

Navi’s sole line of dialogue, and she’s inebriated.

“OHHH, that smells so bad! Did you do that?”

“…Yes.”

I adore the quick, off handed way Link says it.

“Who goes there? It’s me!”

Out of context, that’s an incredibly cool one liner.

“He speaks!”

Somebody in the background, talking about Pikachu.

“I think I found the computer room.”

IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!

“That looks like OH, IT’S ME! KIRBY!”

Mar switching characters mid sentence.

“I think this guy’s about to kill you.”

This line plagues my mind and I love it.

“I killed you.”

“I ALSO KILLED YOU.”

Bowser and Bowser, Bowser’s Inside Bowser.

“I’m here again! BOWSER! I GOTTA WIN!”

Must be a Subspace Army thing.

“Ahh, it’s me! Zelda!”

“Oh no! It’s him! Zelda!”

Bonus points for being the second or third intelligible things Peach says.

“They killed Link! It’s so funny she died!”

‘Zelda’ kind of sucks at his job.

“Oh, I know this guy. He jump on me.”

“Dude, you ever noticed I’m f***ing green?”

“I’m here too; f***!”

“I’m a f***ing animal!”

Yoshi in general is gold.

“EEEYYYYYYYY-”

“WHO THE F*** IS THIS GUY?!”

Kirby’s very abrupt and dynamic entrance on the Wariomobile.

“Well! It’s a good thing I fixed my roof and got Bowser outta here!”

I love the implication that all the branching timelines are literally occurring back to back.

“WE’RE DOING IT AGAIN! WE HATE YOU!”

Bowser takes a page out of Dedede’s book.

“That’s my girlfriend!”

“Don’t kill your girlfriend! That’s my job!”

“I DON’T KNOW HER! KILL HER!”

“That’s my job!”

Same two characters, different princesses.

“Tuck my hand on my head! Hope my hair isn’t gay…”

“His hair is so stupid.”

The first line is funny enough coming from this version of Marth. Ike, however, I’m only just hearing his aside for the first time.

“YOU HAVE TO STAY HERE. YOU HAVE TO STAY HERE. I CAN’T. I’M GONNA BLOW UP, DUDE. YOU HAVE TO STAY HERE. I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE.”

“My main goal is to blow up!”

Tower, you’re pure evil.

��Beep, boop. We’re opening the doors! Come on in!”

“I don’t know what they were talking about, but that’s okay.”

The Wall-E Squad provides some of the series’ best nonsequiturs.

“Hey, you stop that, dumbass!”

Not so funny now, is it R.O.B.?

“AWW, F***! IT’S JET THE HAWK!”

That would be his cousin.

“UGNHF.”

This guy’s about to…

“Now I’m a robot!”

I’ve got nothing. Sam’s incredibly proud delivery is just great.

“How’s the weather up there?”

Pikachu also gets a good burn in.

“I BET MY PENIS IS REAL SMALL!”

Hello to you too, Falcon.

“WAAGH! WAAGH! WAAGH! WAAGH!”

“Get the F*** OUT!”

Falco cares not for Diddy’s eccentricities.

“Okay, I’m-I’m sick of this.”

MK serves as a great voice of reason to the crew.

“I’M A VERY SPECIAL BOY.”

“That is un dog!”

“Iiii’m a furry.”

Because dogs aren’t furries!

“Whoo!”

“What the heck’s going on down there?”

“Me!”

“I’m also here!”

“I’m not supposed to be here!”

Our heroes.

“It’s okay, we’re almost done.”

“…Really?”

“Kept ya waiting, huh?”

A golden bit of timing right there.

“I’m in disguise now!”

Sheik, making no attempt to hide their distinctive voice.

“I’m in love with Samus, actually now!”

“I’M NOT!”

“No, not as much as I am, look-”

“Do I get a say in this?”

“No.”

You’d think being his species’ only dude would teach the Gan-Man some respect.

“This guy’s so horny, let’s kill him!”

R.O.B.’s immediate response to the above.

“That’s your f***ing name? That’s stupid!”

Falcon to R.O.B.. Three guesses as to who voices Falcon.

“THAT BETTER NOT BE THE RIDDLE GUY BEHIND US!”

It’s totally the riddle guy behind you.

“I’M THE BEST RACE CAR! F*** YOU!”

Kirby’s freaking pissed.

“My Michael was muted.”

That’s the most adorable way to refer to a microphone.

“You can’t kill me I’m so much too powerful f*** you to death.”

The lack of commas both deliberate and optimal.

“There shalt be no jacking off today…JACK ME OFF!”

“OOHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

“I’m jacking off!”

The climax of the dub, as narrated by Falco.

“Now I’m back alive. WHYYY!?”

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU TWICE!”

Doing things in twos is just the Dedede way.

“AH NEED AH MONSTAH TO CLOBBAH DAT DERE PENIS!”

You like his quote?

“Wario’s gotta lose!”

Luigi finally grows a pair.

“MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW”

The last intelligible thing we hear, presumably Jigglypuff, before Penny banishes everyone for their hubris.

[comfortabletogether]

HARUHIKO BEING THE “I love you song” FROM THE 25TH ANNUAL PUTNAM COUNTY SPELLING BEE IS SO REAL!!!!! Anyways, 💫 anon back with a silly idea

I was thinking about Kirby Star Allies and how they kiss to share health. Maybe the reader is trying to cheer up their crush while they’re sad and kisses them?

[For characters, feel free to choose any you want but if you need some characters, could you do Haruhiko, Yuki (sdra2) and Teryua (dra)? ]

Hello 💫 Anon! How are you doing? I’m so sorry I didn’t get to this quicker, I’ve been playing Stardew Vally for the past week, I’m trying to romance Abigail or Elliot. And it’s not going great.

So another apology since it’s 4am and i can’t read, i completely forgot about Teruya. But Yuki and Haruhiko’s were basically the chapter four angst pack.

Reminder my requests are CLOSED and I will be deleting any requests that have been sent in while they are closed. Thank you.

WARNING: SPOILERS; ANGST; HURT/COMFORT(?); UTSURO!YUKI (KINDA)

~ Mod Haruhiko ✈️

Haruhiko Kobashikawa

You were concerned, you were starving, you were in pain, you were suffering. You’d thought about killing— how easy it would be to grab a gun from the arsenal and shoot the short bastard. But Kinjo always being in the arsenal made you rethink. You didn’t want to provoke him.

You were dying, but so was everyone else. Mikako was still the same inside the ballroom. Akane was the same as well but you could see her sweet demeanor cracking by the day. And Haruhiko, he was trying to act as typically but he was guilty and clearly cracking as well.

While he would rant to you or to anyone who asked about the vintage guns and how they came into place in their respective histories to anyone who listened. Haruhiko had been one of the food thieves and he had even shared a few scraps with you. 

“S/O.” Haruhiko’s face was out of the ordinary. The emotion conveyed on it was one of lamentation. His voice was shaking, this wasn’t the confident act that Haru had been putting on for the past while— this was the scared teenage boy who blamed himself for killing Kyoka.

He was also gripping something in his pocket.

“I’m so sorry, S/O. This is all my fault, if I hadn’t been stealing the food, if I hadn’t ate so much food in the beginning, if I was as smart as Kinjo— or Mekaru.” Haruhiko went on. The frown on his face was imminent. You were in your private room.

Your words wouldn’t likely convince him. But you had an idea to cheer the pervert up even slightly— something was better than nothing. You cupped his cheek and placed a small peck on the corner of his lips. It was supposed to go on his lips but you were so shaky from hungry you hadn’t kissed him properly. You swore internally that you would someday.

“This may seem hard for you Haru, but you aren’t the problem, not in Maki-Higa’s case, not in the ballroom and especially not with your parents.“

“Y-you saw it too?” Haruhiko eye’s glittered. His lips parted and he had a blush on his face as if he was astounded by the mere kiss.

“Saw what?”

Yuki Maeda 

Pacing in the frigid cold, endlessly scanning over the books that was only stuffed with random nonsensical gibberish. That’s what Yuki had been doing a few days prior. Half of you vaguely wished you were still stuck in the conference room. Maybe then he wouldn’t have died and Yuki wouldn’t have been so… strange.

 Yuki had been shell shocked moments prior at the revelation of Shinji being dead. Shaking like he had done something wrong but now… he was having the complete opposite of an emotional break.

“Yuki…”

“…” No response.

“Yuki Maeda..?” You called out him to once again. 

This time Yuki had shifted his body to slightly face you, his dull brown were glaring at you and it was utter juxtaposition in the fact that his freckled cheeks were still had tear stains on them.

“Yuki, I can’t convince you that it’ll be okay. But I believe in us, alright? We have lost Shinji but we still have Sora, Nikei, Yoruko and you always have me. I’ll always be here for you. And I know I can’t make it better but I’m here for you.” You tried to comfort the best you could and leaned in and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“…” Yuki didn’t say anything but he stared. Gears were churning behind his brown eyes. Ones that looked so full of sorrow and despair. Moments later Yuki shell shocked attitude had hit him once again in full force. Tears were coming from his eyes again.

You weren’t sure if it was the best thing to do but alas, you pulled Yuki closer to your figure. Tracing names of place and phases of the moon into his back. And he held you back so much tighter. Trying so hard to decipher whether or not you were really there.

“Please— don’t… please don’t die.” Yuki sobbed.

[zoe-is-amazingg]

A Bullet to the heart Part one ♥

Ethan Landry X Reader

!!! Spoilers if you haven't watched scream VI !!!

W/C - 833

Summary - Where you and Ethan are dating and you make a sacrifice for your love, a big one, that means you'll never see him again...

Warnings - Blood and gore, angst, mentions of smut, first person pov, a tiny bit of fat shaming, bad rewriting, murder, gun and knife usage.

Qiunni stabbed me twice already and I hate it. Ethan, my boyfriend is the killer, what the fuck. He tried to let me go but I stayed. I have a gun, Kirby's to be exact, my eyes watering as I press my palm against the wound that was at my left ribs. 

"Come on! Y/n! I know your hiding away somewhere! Come out!" Qiunni yells. The gun fumbles in my hand. I could shoot her, I could, but shoot my best friend, but I didn't even know she was the killer when she was.

Someone runs past me and I cover my mouth with my hand that was covering my stab wound, the taste of iron and blood fills my mouth. Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn't Ethan just be a good guy? I love Ethan with all my heart, but I couldn't love him if he was destined to kill me. 

Was that his plan all along? But why did he give me an option to leave? Leave all this shit behind me and forget it ever happened. But I knew, Ethan would die, the killers always die, people like Sam, Tara, Mindy, Sidney and Gale survive. I wasn't one of those people, I was the Tatum, Dewey, Casey, Randy, Wes and Anika of this story, just a character that'll die eventually and these fuckers over at Hollywood will make a stupid movie honoring my death. 

Sam sits down next to me and covers her mouth with a finger, signaling me to be quiet. I was quiet before she came. A tear crawls down my cheek. Why? Why did I have to even be in this story? I throw my head back and sob silently. Someone grabs my hair and lifts me up with it while I scream out in pain.

"I found you! Finally! Why were you playing hide-and-seek with me! I was going to make it painless for you, but now, I think I'll make it hurt just a little bit more. Your a little bit heavy too, have you put on some weight? I'm surprised your not fucking Ethan." Quinni laughs and I cry. "STOP FUCKING CRYING, YOUR NOT THE VICTIM!"

I still have the gun in my hands, why hasn't she noticed? I press it up against her leg and pull the trigger. It makes a bang and I yelp out in pain as she lets me go and I land on the wound on leg. I keep the gun in my hands, slowly crawling myself away. I look at Sam and she stabs her with Ethan's knife I presume. 

Then where is Ethan? Fuck! Where is Ethan? I see him on the floor, blood flowing out of his mouth. I scream as I realize he's probally dead. Detective Bailey has a knife and was coming straight for me. Kirby shots him with a gun and he falls to the ground. I scream again, he crawls up to us and Kirby tries to shoot him, but the gun is out of bullets. Detective Bailey stumbles to the ground and is losing so much blood. 

Sam and Tara and standing above him and explaining to him about why he should never mess with them or something. To be honest, I don't give a fuck, all I can think about is Ethan lying there looking dead, his eyes wide open, he looked like he was suffering.

Ethan rises up from where he was lying before and starts running at Sam and Tara. I pulled up my gun and shot up at him without thought. He falls to the ground and I run up to him when I realize what I've done.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I sob, I scream as I press the bullet wound in his stomach, Ethan's eyes slowly start to close, "Ethan! No! You can do this! Shit! I love you! Please come back to me! Please!"

He pulls his hand up slowly and with so much effort and places it on my cheek. 

"Y/n?" He mumbles.

"Yes! Please! Breathe! Come back to me Ethan! Please! I love you!" I mumble out, tears running down my cheek. I press my hand against his.

"Zoe, I love you." He says, his eyes are fully shut now. "I'm just going to close my eyes. This hurts more than I thought it would." He lets out a pained string out laughter.

"Fuck! No! Come back to me! Please! Fuck! Please! How the fuck could I be so dumb!"

"Your not dumb." He chuckles.

"No, I am, I really am." I laugh.

"Trust me, I was the dumb one, this was a dumb idea." He chuckles dryly. 

Tears are running down my cheek when I check for a pulse, he doesn't have one and his arm flopped away from my cheek down to his side. I scream as the thought fully consumes me,

I killed my own boyfriend, Ethan Landry and I hate myself for it.

A/N - Ok, first time writing on tumblr, tell me your thoughts, I'm a new writer here, so it may take me a couple of tries to get the format right. But, i might make a part two about what happened after and before with like flashbacks so slay.

[krikeymate]

What’s your thought (or headcanons if you have any) on Sam and Kirby being girlfriends? I totally respect your view and opinion on it if you don’t have any thoughts or if it’s not your cup of tea.

So I'm only really interested in Sam & Tara as characters, but I do hope we see her again in 7, because I really liked the interactions we got in 6, and I'm a big lover of Big Sister Kirby for the girls, but putting her in a relationship with Sam would also be a cool dynamic, and we would still get Kirby being the second best big sister to Tara.

Kirby's could be Sidney's Kincaid for Sam.

She becomes close to the girls after 6. They have trouble finding somewhere else to live, but they can't afford the rent between just the two of them, so... Kirby makes a suggestion. Or well, she just... kinda moves in and starts paying rent.

Kirby's there as a sympathetic ear and to offer advice when Danny starts pushing for more out of their relationship. He wants to talk about the future but Sam doesn't have a future planned beyond tomorrow, the only thing she knows for sure about what she wants for the future is her sister being there. Kirby gets it, she tried to have a normal relationship, to be a normal person. It didn't work out.

Kirby is instrumental in helping Tara deal with her trauma, she's been there, the injuries... the betrayal. They bond in a way that Sam thinks she should feel threatened by, but she can't. Because Tara smiles so much now, and she's so much happier, and she's always talking about the places Kirby takes her and the things they do together. And whenever Sam catches them going out or watching a movie, they always try to drag her in to join them. There's something that feels so special about sitting on the couch, her leg against Kirby's, with Tara sprawled out across them. It feels a lot like family.

Kirby's a little flirty, but Kirby's always been a little flirty, and she talks the same way to a lot of people, so Sam doesn't think anything more of it.

Ghostface comes back to haunt them. Danny makes the wrong choice. Kirby makes the right one. Sam begins to realise there's something there. Kirby gets hurt protecting her sister, and Sam realises she might actually love her.

Neither of them want marriage, neither of them are interested in kids. They just want to focus on the today.

Kirby takes both the girls shooting, but Sam refuses to have another gun in the house. She's adamant that Kirby keeps hers locked in a safe and that only she knows the code. Kirby doesn't pry, although she has her suspicions, she respects Sam's demands.

They're the type of girlfriends who roast people together.

Gale, Kirby, and the girls become a sort of family unit. Gale and Kirby are sniping at each other over dinner one day when Tara goes "that's no way to speak to your mother-in-law" and dinner descends into chaos. They hadn't even told anyone they were dating yet, it was so new, and Sam had been agonising over how to tell Tara, terrified that it would ruin everything. And that doesn't even touch on the mother in law comment.

[genericswordsmaiden]

Movie ended! Here we go with the thoughts™

So, at one point it suddenly turned into an everyone vs everyone (roughly) and oh man, Hunley didn't deserve it. The pacing of this film is as fast and precise as Tom Cruise's running technique. I loved the scene with Ethan and Ilsa in the park, the ost was fantastic and totally set the mood for the difficult situation they're in. Lorne Balfe is an incredible composer, I've been listening to him since the Assassin's Creed III days and I'm so glad he composed the score for the most recent M:I movies (he also scored for Top Gun Maverick so maybe at this point Cruise just likes having him on board haha)

I found one of the scenes at the Palais interesting: when the White Widow says something about how her mother liked paradoxes, she looks Ethan's way when she talks. This actually made me think about the first scene with Max, the arms dealer, in the first movie. She says to Ethan "You're something of a paradox" and he's like "it depends... whether you like a paradox" and - actually, wait. Could it be that Max is the White Widow's mother??? By the way, Vanessa Kirby has beautiful eyes. I'd like to know what brand of mascara they used for her, those lashes were >>>>>>>

One thing I missed in this movie was agent Brandt. I just feel like he would have probably killed Walker after two minutes tho. Out of annoyance. I hope Jeremy Renner will get back to the cast someday.

It was nice to see Julia again, she's such a beautiful soul ;-; and her dialogue with Luther just... ughhh my heart. That man is so sweet, so protective and caring for his friends, I just think everyone should have a Luther in their life.

Benji and Ilsa totally slayed in this, I want more scenes of them together. They protected each other! And Simon got a proper action scene! I wonder how did they shoot the scenes where he's basically almost hanged. It sounds pretty dangerous. Just like Tom hanging to an helicopter (even though, well, Tom is kinda used to dangerous scenes, but I'm guessing - and correct me if I'm wrong - Simon isn't, or at least not to specific kinds of stunts) It was nice seeing him kick and smash a bottle on Lane's head, though - it felt like sweet revenge for what he did to Benji in the previous movie.

Gosh, I'm already thinking about when I'll watch Dead Reckoning tomorrow. Then what? I'll have to wait for a whole year! I truly hope there won't be any extreme cliffhangers. If I recall correctly, Simon said Tom tried to make sure that people wouldn't feel like they watched half a movie when they got out of the cinemas, and I'm trusting those words.

All of this said, this was a great movie. I'm so glad I got into this series and fandom.

[kirbyathirdchance]

Inspired by:

Chapter 1

Quivering, Zero let Kirby shoot at him without attacking back. Their fight had gone on for hours, leaving the leader of the Dark Matter drained, miserable, and hopeless. Had he even hit Kirby once?

Zero just shielded his eye by squeezing it shut. Then he heard his halo shatter, feeling the rush of pain from being stabbed by a Crystal Gun shard rush down his head soon after. He'd been hit at his old battle wound. Thrashing, he tried to avoid what he knew would come. As Kirby and Ribbon shot his weakest spot, Zero felt his body begin to break. He was losing the ability to move, to think, even the sadness he could never evade. He was about to die, again.

He awoke in a white space, floating in an empty void. There was no ground and no gravity. Zero was alone in a place he'd been only once before, when he'd died the first time. He had waited for what felt like years in that nothingness, in a limbo of sadness, rage, and a twisted vengeance towards all those that could feel happiness, and Kirby. He had vowed to leave this place so he could destroy that pink ball. And somehow he had. But now he'd come back. And had it really been worth it, to die again because of jealousy? He didn't think so. Now he just wanted to stop being so unhappy.

Unlike before, Zero stayed floating there. With no way to measure time, he had no idea for how long, but it felt much longer than the last. He began to wonder if it'd be forever. He hoped not. He was tired, emotionally drained. Wishing to fade away until he felt nothing, he yearned for absence. He no longer wanted to fight the feelings trapped within. A new tiredness began to encroach on his mind, a desire to fall asleep. One that had never happened before in this world. He accepted it. But as he was about to drift away, a voice startled him.

"If you fall asleep, you'll really die." The voice said from no clear direction at all. "Do you truly want to give up?"

Zero opened his eye. "Who are you?" He looked around for this strange person, but couldn't find them. "Show yourself!"

There was a moment of silence. "Alright."

When Zero turned around after that, he saw a pink creature much like the one he'd hated for so long. "Kirby." He glared at them.

"No." The stranger said calmly. "This is just the form I can most easily take."

Zero stared at the look-alike carefully. He noticed that even though it seemed to be Kirby, thin, colorful veins ran through the puff's entire body, moving like ripples in the water. And it's eyes looked back like a black abyss. This wasn't Kirby.

"Then who are you?" Zero asked again.

The creature didn't answer. Instead, it watched him with a tilted head until it said. "I can send you back, you know."

"Back where, the Gamble Galaxy?" Zero scoffed. "No thank you."

"You really do give up." The creature paused. "I can give you happiness."

Zero narrowed his eye. "How?"

"If that is the reason for which you wish to return, then you will have it." The creature said.

"And that's it?"

"You'll have to work for it still, but yes, you'll be able to feel happiness." The creature became thoughtful. "But you will have to promise me something if you want to go back."

"Which is?"

"To never take vengeance with you when you leave. Don't try to hurt the world for not giving you happiness in the first place, that's it."

"And you're sure this will make me able to feel joy?" Zero said after a moment.

The creature nodded with a small smile.

With a sigh, Zero said, "Alright, I promise. Now, how do I leave?"

"Just concentrate on what you want as you fall asleep. I'll do the rest."

Zero shut his eye and began to drift off. As he did though, he thought he heard the stranger whisper, "Good luck, because Dreamland needs it."

[imperiuswrecked]

I've seen that you ship Namor/Dorma. Could you please explain their relationship and dynamic. I've only seen them in some early Kirby/Lee Fantastic Four. Could you also please do the same with his other love interests like Marrina Smallwood. Thanks.

Canonically Namor's only had three major love interests; Betty Dean, Lady Dorma, and Marrina Smallwood. (I'm just counting actual on page relationships, not short romance flings or flirting moments).

Namor/Dorma is my canon endgame. (art by @pointdotiozao )

(If Marvel ever brings her back in the comics then I want it all, Atlantean Wedding, Emperor Namor/Empress Dorma, them having kids, everything.)

Dorma and Namor grew up in the Atlantean Court together and she was one of his few friends.

Dorma is such a great character, she's high maintenance and very confident (like Namor, lol), dramatic, loyal, with a deep love for Namor and for the Atlantean people. She's very beloved and respected by the Atlanteans and she was Namor's greatest true love. Namor literally chooses to save Dorma's life over finishing his quest to finding Neptune's Trident and regaining his birthright as Prince. He gave up his chance to be ruler of Atlantis once more for Dorma.

Dorma was always there to save Namor's life, she loved Namor deeply and even died to save him from Empress Llyra. Here's a reading guide for Lady Dorma if you want to read up on her. I know she's a very jealous and possessive person when writers have other women around Namor but honestly I see Dorma as this old school glamorous hollywood diva, she's very fierce and always believes in and supports Namor and her goal is the safety and care of her people and her Prince. She was Namor's first wife, and he's often shown to have a deep grief over losing her, often remembering her.

Dorma and Namor had a very dramatic relationship with Dorma pining over Namor alot in the beginning until he began to court her and returned affection, they were deeply in love.

Marrina Smallwood was Namor's second wife, and Namor fell in love with her after he invited her to spend some time in Atlantis with him following her rescue. I'm very fond of Marrina, and theirs was a very gentle love, soft and joyful. (Namor hadn’t fallen for anyone since after Dorma, he had tried to move on once with Valkyrie but he was still grieving over the loss of Dorma at that point.)

The Avengers/Alpha Flight Namor/Marrina arc is:

Alpha Flight (1983) #3-4, 12, 14-16, 35-40 Avengers (963) #262-270, 272, 282-293

Even though Marrina would slowly turn monstrous, Namor would never abandon her, and would try to help her. He loved her so much!!!

I find their romance so sweet but also very sad with how it ended. It also has one of my all time favorite Namor lines “Woe to love that it should demand such a price. For surely I must now cut out my living heart!”

Betty Dean was Namor’s first surface world friend, later lover. I love Betty Dean, she is also a wonderful character! She’s very feisty and never let’s Namor get away with anything, lol, but also she loved Namor very much.

The first time she met Namor she put a gun to his head and was ready to shoot him if he didn’t listen to her! She was a cop sent out to stop Namor. lol. 

Betty was very influential in getting Namor to see that not all humans were bad, and their friendship continued even after decades. I’d say read Marvels Snapshots: Sub-Mariner for a recent look at their relationship as it was, or even read Sub-Mariner Comics 70th Anniversary comic, I don’t have a Namor/Betty reading list since her appearances are mostly golden age and some silver age with a pop up here and there in the modern age.

She would later reconnect with Namor when she was older and she becomes the adopted mother of Namor’s cousin, Nita.

Namor loved them all deeply and each loss hurt him, each one had a different dynamic but I love them.

[queenmayor23]

Scream 1-4

just a few notes i collected watching the first 4 Scream movies for the first time

ghostface is one clumsy bitch no matter who it is

every time ghostface is knocked out or defenseless they never take off the mask

they always shoot the body never the head

dewey is precious and needs to be protected at all cost

ghostface in 3 was my favorite twist

they never dust for prints

cotton is my next baby daddy

billy and stu weren't as gay as i thought

not to stereotype people but i thought kirby was a lesbian

hated kirby's hair i remembered seeing hayden's hair like that and not liking it in 2011

buffy

"pretty girl's riding in the 'stang"

jada didn't look like jada i can't explain more

they never reach for the gun when they have ample amount of time to

fuck you gale even though you be looking snatched honey