claudia tucked away her victims' last words. lestat plays with his food. armand seduces them into embracing death. louis refuses the kill now. i think daniel is going to swallow his victims blood and visceral, unhinge his jaw and take every ounce of their soul. louis cannot stomach the emotions as he eats, but daniel has made them his drug, his nourishment. feed me your desires, your fears, and your body. i eat you whole because we are the monsters. daniel, the dream-eater and addict, is gorging himself on your story.
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"STOP TAKING THE HEALTH KITS"
He ubered the scout after this.
Additional sketches and some ramblings under the cut.
This is based on an encounter I had the other day, when a demoman took a medkit before my medigun connected with him. When he saw my health was down to 21, he would force me to stand at the spawn point and guarded me until I was healed. Wherever you are now, if you read this, you were a good lad and I love you.
Sometimes I think about how medic is emotionally very invested in the missions (which shows in his voice when he shouts at his team), but off-duty and during friendly taunts he seems to be among the most giggly, and fun-loving mercenaries in the team. I like to think he can get agitated very fast, but cools down just as quickly.
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Sauron: Aha, who is now in possession of the One Ring? A common soldier? Perfect; they will be tempted by dreams of conquest, wealth and power! But... wait, what is happening? Why is the tempation not affecting them? What sort of lowly human could possibly resist my power?
Sam Vimes, chucking the One Ring into the fires of Mount Doom before striding off to get home before 6pm: Bloody stupid piece of jewelery-
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i hate when men try to fight me when i say lady dimitrescu is a lesbian
baby no straight woman is wearing that hat
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it's fun because the things that appeal to me most about the three canonical evil clones/twins of hermitcraft are similar, but they're all different.
evil x appeals to me because he is very much Just Some Guy, for all that he's an evil force of nature; when he's sympathetic, it's because he's Just Some Guy who's been shackled to the terrible fate of being "evil", but when he's a villain (like in season eight!), the things that make him villainous also aren't the supernatural aesthetics, but the ways he is also the evil of being just some guy. for all the lightning and thunder and echo of xisuma's appearance, he isn't anyone special. (xisuma is.)
helsknight appeals to me for almost the opposite reason: this isn't just some guy, this is you, explicitly, a demon that possessed your clone and possesses all the things that are bad about you, magnified. he's a mirror, inherently, in his very creation. in the stories where he's a threat, he's menacing because he's a mirror of someone we should like; in the stories where he's sympathetic, we must confront how much of ourselves are also mirrors. (what happens if you don't like what you see in those mirrors, anyway?)
empires!false is somewhere in-between; she's not a mirror but she is the result. she's learning something you'd rather have forgotten about your past, and at her most sympathetic, we feel for the way she's been cast aside so false can 'fix her', the things done to her memory. at her least sympathetic, though, she's reflecting these pains onto others; violence begets violence, and even with it missing, the past begets her. there's no looking at empires!false without seeing the echoes of what false did to her. (there's no looking at false without it either.)
............then they also all appeal to me by being ridiculous failguys but like if you want to be DRAMATIC ABOUT IT, the ways they appeal to me are like the above,
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friends with benefits with leon where he doesn't even hide how much he loves you, how he practically follows you around like a dumb puppy, eyes sparkling as he looks up to you. he doesn't mind that you just go to him when you need to let off some steam, because at least you go to him. he counts himself lucky that he gets to see you in such a vulnerable state, your face scrunching in pleasure as you sink down on his cock. hell, he's blessed that he gets to touch your body, his fingers gripping at the soft fat of your thighs, lips pressing against your neck and tits. maybe one day the marks he leaves on you will become permanent, that you'll allow him to stay in your life forever. he doubts it. but it's nice to imagine.
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