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Nightfall (CH.15)

Synopsis: Pre-Resident Evil 1, slight-AU/Canon Divergence. Claire Redfield comes home to visit her brother Chris for the holidays but gets caught up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with Albert Wesker, the Captain of STARS, after stumbling upon dark secrets. She can’t call the law; Wesker is the law, and she can’t tell Chris. She is trapped…Claire/Wesker & Slight Chris/Jill (There’s Wesker & William Bromance too lol). Rated M for smut, language, violence, adult content.

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Chapter 15:Infatuation

Claire was awake when she heard Chris getting ready for work, but she stayed in bed. She didn’t join him for breakfast or a cup of coffee. She didn’t see him off. She just turned over on her side, away from her door where the hallway light creeped through underneath. She had endured a near sleepless night of tosses and turns, the aches in her muscles a stinging reminder of what she had done.

She must’ve fallen asleep for a couple of hours because she awoke to sunshine peeking through the curtains. The sun was out, reflecting off the snow that blanketed the city. Claire got out of bed and did her usual morning ritual: dressing, brushing her teeth, hopelessly trying to come up with a way to escape her grim situation. Funny how that last one had snuck into her daily routine. Her new normal apparently.

Claire made herself toast and orange juice for breakfast but barely touched it. She tried distracting herself with the newspaper, but there wasn’t anything interesting to read in Raccoon Times.

Umbrella Corporation opens new distribution center, creates 600 new jobs

Mayor Warren promises more funding for local orphanage

Kite Bros. expands Downtown travel with new subway tunnel

Clock Tower Plaza puts up traditional Raccoon City Christmas Tree

Even though Chris left her his truck again, she didn’t want to go anywhere. Where would she go? See a friend and potentially drag them into her situation? Try and get help from someone else that was under Wesker’s boot or on his payroll? Raccoon City seemed like an illusion now, a cesspool of collusion and extortion. As though the rose-colored glasses she had once viewed the city in were ripped from her eyes to expose all of the red flags and blood she couldn’t see before.

Besides, she felt bad for the fight she had with her brother last night. Despite Chris overstepping boundaries with his overprotective nature, he was just concerned for her. He knew she was hiding something and was worried. The Redfield siblings only had each other, for nearly nine years now. Chris had sacrificed time and time again for her, to make sure they could stay together, to make sure she could go to college, always making sure she had what she needed over himself. Even when Chris’s behavior got him discharged more than once, he always put her first.

He knew she could take care of herself. He made sure he taught her all he could. Most brothers were protective of their sisters, but Claire wondered if Chris’s...excessiveness was perhaps a form of PTSD from what happened to their parents. Stepping into that guardian role, he went right into the Air Force, just like their parents. He abandoned a normal future to ensure hers, to keep them together, and to somehow get closer to the parents they had lost.

That was why it was hard to stay mad at him. Even if this time he unmindfully didn’t know the danger he was putting them in with his good, albeit intemperate, intentions.

Claire decided she would apologize when Chris got home that evening. And so, she spent the day trying to be productive, to keep her mind from wandering. She studied for a while, and then cleaned the house for a bit, blasting Queen at high volume. However, no matter what she did, she couldn’t keep herself from thinking about not only her situation, but the man that now had her literally pinned under him. She worried what his next scheme for her would be. But she’d be lying to herself if she denied the excitement that also thrummed through her veins. The strange mix made her queasy.

By the time it started getting dark, Claire realized she had wasted most of her day deep in thought, trying to make sense of it all, plotting for a way out, and maybe spending more time than she’d care to admit thinking about what happened between her and Wesker.

Chris would be home soon, so she started dinner. While cooking, she turned on the television to keep her mind focused, but after a few channel changes, a local news station caught her attention with a caption that filled her lungs with ice.

“Raccoon University professor missing, linked to drugging and sexual assault of multiple students.”

Claire turned up the volume, perturbed, because she just knew which professor they were talking about…

“-ow long has this been going on, Alyssa?” asked the anchor.

The news reporter, a pretty, bob-cut blonde, was quick to answer while standing out in the cold in front of Raccoon University, wearing a white coat and a red suit. “I’m being told this may have been happening for over a year now. The RPD are keeping the victims’ identities under wraps at this time, but I do know there are at least four. Dr. Simon Lowery has been missing for a little over 24 hours, having fled after trying to drug a female student at the open house last night. We have yet to get a statement from his wife, but police are saying she had no idea of his behavior. We’ve heard the same testimonies from colleagues. This is one of those -”

Claire clicked the remote. The TV went black, silent. She stared at the screen, a shocked reflection looking back at her. The news story rubbed her wrong. Lowery was a bad man, she knew that much. He would’ve killed her over those documents, would’ve strangled her in the snow when they fought to keep her quiet over stealing whatever it was she had stolen. But not once did she get the feeling he was like that.

She’d bet money that the news story over Lowery was made up to cover up what really happened. She wasn’t sure if Wesker came up with the story or if it was any of his numerous pawns. Didn’t matter. It proved what she already knew, just like the other day when the news covered that Finley guy’s supposed “suicide” in his car. Just as Wesker had told her before, their fates were whatever he decided. Not just their deaths but their legacies, tainting and twisting them, dismantling and disgracing them, like a true god of death.

The city would never know what really happened to Finley and Lowery, whether they deserved their fates or not.

Claire shook out of her thoughts, a chill running over her as she recalled Finley’s head exploding, blood spraying all over the snow. Why had fate led her down that very same path that day?

A smoky, tangy smell pervaded her nostrils. Dinner was burning! Cursing, she raced into the kitchen to save it. The pork chops were burned on one side but other than that, the rest of dinner turned out okay.

Chris came in not long after she had finished cooking, silently walking over to her spot on the couch as she read a book. The couch shifted when he sat down, and so she looked up from the pages. Still in STARS uniform, her older brother scratched the back of his head, uncomfortable but presenting her an apologetic smile. It was hard to stay mad at him with a puppy-dog face like that.

“Hey…”

“Hey,” she mimicked.

“I’m sorry, Sis. About last night. I clearly went overboard. It’s been eating at me all day.”

“Chris, it’s -”

“Let me finish,” he pleaded. “I know you’re an adult. I know you can kick anyone’s ass. I’m overprotective because of what happened to Mom and Dad.”

She sighed. “I know.”

“But that’s no excuse to act the way I did. I trust you, Claire. And I believe in you. But I get so...obsessed with making sure you’re safe and-and fine that my stupid brain can’t see anything else! I let it get the better of me too much. So, from now on, I’ll work hard to keep myself from going overboard and to trust you more. N-Not that I haven’t trusted you! You’ve never given me a reason to doubt you. It’s stupid of me to act like you have. We’ve always had that unspoken pact that we can tell each other anything and it will always stand.”

Claire shifted uncomfortably in her spot. “A-Always.”

“I love you, Sis. I’m really sorry.”

The Redfield siblings were both stubborn and proud, and so sometimes it was Chris who apologized first and sometimes it was Claire. Although Chris usually gave in before she did. Despite that, this was still pretty soon for Chris to give in, as big as a fight they had. Claire wondered if something happened at work that made Chris come to his senses faster. Maybe Jill talked to him? Wouldn’t be the first time. She was her brother’s best friend, after all.

She decided it wasn’t important for now. She had been ready to apologize to her brother when he got home, and here he was apologizing as well. She was ready to put the whole fight behind them and move on...as best as she could in her predicament anyway. At least Chris had seemingly given up pushing her for answers. What a lucky break! Jill must’ve really lined him out.

Claire hugged Chris. “I’m sorry too, Bro. Love you!”

His strong arms wrapped around her and squeezed hard. For years growing up, it had been the safest feeling in the world. She always cherished it. Soon they pulled away, and got up to eat dinner.

William paced, flipping through pages, catching important details and logging them away at a rate far faster than the average person. Wesker leaned against the wall, dressed in his STARS attire, watching him pace a trench in front of him. Always calm, always collected. How did he do it?!

The cable car shuddered, flicking the light overhead as it rose to the surface. He hated taking this hunk of junk! Normally, he didn’t have to, but they were meeting Irons in the sewers. Perfect place to find the slimy rat.

“No! Goddamn it, no! Why? They said Sheena Island was strictly testing and experimentation! That old bastard is moving my Hunter research there without my consent, and now the Tyrants? Mass production on a prototype? Even if they perfect the Epsilon strain, it’s nowhere near ready for cloning!”

“Are you truly all that surprised?” Wesker asked.

“No, I just…” William sighed. “It’s shit like this that tells me Spencer has no plans to put me on the executive board! If I don’t get in there, we’ll never be able to fulfill our plans! And there’s no way in hell I’m bartering the G-Virus for that spot. It’s my legacy, mine to completely control. He’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead fingers!”

“Best not tempt fate, old friend.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“At any rate, your tantrum is premature. With those numbers, the Sheena Island facility won’t be operable for any kind of mass production until August at the earliest. The research team on the Epsilon strain knows that the T-002 will be obsolete by the time it is finished. More than likely a new model is being developed and that will be the one they intend to manufacture. We have time to take this knowledge and use it to our advantage later.”

Birkin snorted. Lately Al’s “optimism” gave him anxiety. "Don’t you think we have our fingers in too many pies already? And toes at this rate. We’re wearing ourselves thin, Al. With too many enemies waiting for us to screw up.”

It was a reasonable concern. Sheena Island’s true motives were still mostly top-secret for now, going by this information sent by Alex. Roth must’ve bought this information from this other cohort of his, and was probably trying to haggle deals with Mueller, Lowery, and Bard. As well as Crawford and Finley. William made a mental note to thank Alex for this later. Wesker may have been a member of the Umbrella Intelligence Division as well, but he meticulously watched his dealings, aware of Spencer’s tabs on him. Alex didn’t have this problem, and so was their go-to source of anything they weren’t privy to.

His partner scowled. “That is such an absurd idiom. Regardless, we are committed at this point. Roth still has our stolen data and the plans for Sheena Island directly affects our goals. You admitted it yourself.”

The cable car shook and screeched, sliding to a halt. The light above the door turned green, and the robotic female voice told them to watch their step and have a good day. No, he would certainly not have a good day! He was having to deal with this and was about to meet a big rat in a stinky sewer. Didn’t the stupid voice know that? How insensitive!

“Yeah, I know. Guess we better be careful how we handle this.”

Wesker and William exited the cable car and walked side by side through the sewer facility. There weren’t many workers, but they all gave them a wide berth, keeping their heads down.

Wesker chuckled to himself, but William heard it over the water pumps and machinery.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just acknowledging that your prolonged bout of paranoia has made us change places. I’m usually the one telling you we need to be careful.”

They were both ruthless and ambitious, but Wesker had more patience and control. And although his back-and-forth stints of paranoia did make him more cautious, Will still hadn’t developed the patience or control that his partner had always had.

If only you knew why...what he’s making me do…

William frowned, rubbing his shoulder and quickly cleared his throat. “Well, no wonder you're so optimistic lately, taking after me. Like a little ball of sunshine!"

His partner didn’t respond to that, and William hoped it wasn’t because he had caught his nervous tic. In case he did, he quickly changed the subject. “So, did you get the kind of reaction out of Ada you were expecting?”

“More or less. I’m still annoyed by how you handled it though.”

“Look, you asked me to bring Claire up in a way to get a reaction from Ada to see if your suspicions were right and I did just that! You’re welcome, by the way!”

They reached the monitor room where they were meeting with Chief Irons. William entered first, and the Chief immediately noticed him, an Umbrella mercenary on each side of him. His pudgy eyes squinted testily and he opened his mouth to start his usual complaining. That is, until Wesker entered right behind him. His mouth quickly snapped shut. Ah, the benefits of having Al around!

Irons glanced around the room, his usual air of arrogance belittled and squashed like a bug. But there was nowhere to run in this room, nothing to protect him. He was at their mercy, but the tough-as-nails Irons wouldn’t be one to break so easily.

He half-laughed, half-snorted, attempting to cover his discomfort. “Now this must be a special occasion if you're both here. Rumor has it when you two are together, someone's going to die...or wish they would."

"Well, funny thing about rumors, Brian," William smirked. "There’s always some truth to them."

It was fun seeing the color drain from his face only to completely flush red like a cherry. He glared their way, fists forming tightly at his sides. "Oh yeah? And how exactly am I on you two assholes' shit list today? Considering all I do is cover your goddamn tracks and provide you with security all hours of every fucking day. Wait, don't tell me, you two have a rehearsed good cop, bad cop routine just for me?" He laughed. "No thanks."

Will nudged Albert. "Damn it, he guessed it! Wait, am I bad cop this time? I forget?"

"I'm always bad cop."

"No fair! We should take turns!"

Irons rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Just get to the point of why I'm here. If we're negotiating new deals, it's a bad time. I'm a busy man, after all."

"Funny you should mention that, Chief," Wesker sneered. "We're done negotiating with you."

The Umbrella mercs pulled their guns on the Chief. Irons froze on the spot, eyes bulging and going to the trained weapons, and this time he turned a bit green.

“Listen, Albert...let’s not get too hasty. Let’s talk like gentlemen. I-I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”

His resolve was cracking slowly, but William wouldn’t count the bastard out just yet. Irons had grown complacent in his position, taking advantage of anything he could get his grubby hands on. William and Wesker had allowed much of this behavior to slide in the knowledge that Irons would eventually get himself into a bind. And that’s where he was now.

“Of course, Brian. I am a sophisticated man, after all. Take a seat.”

The Chief of Police looked relieved at that and pulled out a chair and sat down. The Umbrella mercenaries stood at his back, guns still aimed to the back of his head. William and Albert sat down across from him.

William slid a sealed yellow envelope across the table to Irons. “Open it and take a good, hard look, Brian.”

Irons wiped his mustache, a little sweat forming on his brow. He slowly opened the envelope and sifted through the contents. Each page he flipped through he grew a shade whiter, until he was pasty like a ghost.

“What the fuck is this?”

William leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. “Oh, I don’t know. You tell us.”

Irons trembled in his chair, both from anger and fear. He flushed again, one fat fist crinkling a page and he quickly stood. “You fucking bastards!”

One merc’s gun barrel pressed into Irons’ skull and he quickly remembered his place. He slowly sat down. He sure was sweating a lot now!

“You put yourself in this situation, Brian,” Wesker stated. “You know I keep tabs on you and yet you got sloppy. Arrogant, too, thinking you’d be able to set me up.”

“Your sick fantasies with the mayor’s daughter will be released to the public. Your replacement has already been chosen. You will die,” William continued.

“No! No, please! We can come to an agreement!”

“There are no more agreements to come to, Brian,” Wesker growled. “Just two choices. You can die like William so eloquently stated or you can sell the remainder of your pathetic soul to our cause.”

And unsurprisingly, the Chief went with the option that kept his sorry ass alive. “Deal! You got it!”

“And just so we’re clear. That -” William motioned to the envelope. “- never goes away. This is your last chance. Next time...well...there won’t be a next time. Just you dead and your dirty secrets exposed for all to see. Never forget how replaceable you are, Brian.”

Irons slowly nodded, guarded. “And exactly what are you two going to want me to do for your “cause”?”

“You will still perform your normal duties for Umbrella, and only report to me,” Wesker explained. “But if William and I tell you to do something, you do it. Even if it goes against your orders from Umbrella.”

“Fine.”

“William will be taking over as your handler. You should thank him. It was my intention to kill you tonight and he convinced me otherwise. If he asks you to perform in the circus, I expect you to clap your flippers and balance that ball without any disinclination. Do I make myself clear?”

Irons ground his jaw and stiffly nodded. “You always do, Albert.”

William sat up a little straighter, a haughty grin spreading. Albert’s protectiveness of him always gave him a feeling of empowerment, feeding his ego, and made a darker part of himself more bold, more ambitious.

“Don’t worry, Brian,” Will said with a fake, friendly smile. “You do a good job and stay on my good side, I always pay really well, way more than Al does.” He added a postscript after seeing the Chief’s interested grin. “Get on my bad side, however, and you’ll be my newest experiment...just ask Lowery.”

The Police Chief’s relief was short-lived. The mention of Lowery’s name struck something in him. He scowled, stiffening once more, looking between the two partners in crime.

“So you two were behind what happened at the university?”

“Oh yes,” William bragged. “Which is partly how we found out about your little attempt to set up Albert.”

“Which brings us to our next order of business, Brian,” Albert added. “Who was with you when you met up with Aaron Roth?”

Irons shook his head, hands on the table, still aware of the guns at his back. “Look, Lowery and Bard paid me to keep their business dealings hush-hush. I think they were trying to coerce Mueller into selling key information on his project in exchange for getting some crucial research going down on some island.”

Will sighed. “Don’t make Al repeat himself, ya idiot.” He snapped his fingers. “His name? Who is he?”

“S-Some bigshot from Europe who works on this island. He’s partners with Roth, buying and selling research within Umbrella and other companies. Goes by Stefan Bennett, but I couldn’t tell you if that’s his real name or not.”

When Will glanced at Al, a subtle flex in his shoulder was all he needed to read him. Bennett wasn't anyone known to them.

"Where are they hiding out?"

Irons shrugged. "Don't know. I'm only being paid for their meetings. Bennett will be at Bard’s annual Christmas party. I don't know if Roth will be there. He acted like he had other plans."

Like selling my research, the bastard...

"Then I suppose a meeting with Nathaniel Bard is in order," Wesker announced, sunglasses glinting under the fluorescents as he looked to William with a dark grin.

William returned his partner's smirk. "Yeah...It's party time."

(photo by IsmaelUchihaSan)

It was the perfect day for Jill to be off, or not have her shift until the evening anyway. Late morning, while Chris was stuck at the RPD, the girls enjoyed a light brunch and lattes at a quaint coffee shop before doing some last minute Christmas shopping.

Claire always enjoyed hanging out with the older woman. They had a lot in common and Claire was always learning something new with her company. She often found herself wondering if her oaf of a brother would ever romantically ask Jill out. It seemed like everyone could see it but them. Then again, perhaps they didn’t pursue their feelings because of their careers. Claire didn’t know the policies of STARS, but there might be restrictions there.

The two of them picked up Claire’s gift she had bought for Chris and took it over to Jill’s house. The box was tall and rectangular, about the size of a small adult. Though bulky, it wasn’t as heavy as it looked, and with each of them on one end, was able to carry it easily into the home.

They were greeted by Jill’s overly affectionate golden retriever, Bella. Claire flopped onto the floor to properly greet the fluffy, blond dog. Jill giggled at the sight.

“Hell of a guard dog, ain’t she?” Jill joked. “She’ll lick you to death.”

Better than getting my throat ripped out by Wesker’s dog…

Claire pushed aside that unpleasant memory and stood back up. Hard to believe that was only a few days ago. Her hand was already a lot better, but her ankle still hurt like a bitch.

They carried the box into Jill’s other bedroom that doubled as an office and home gym. The STARS Alpha member’s house was a three bedroom, two bath. She assumed the third bedroom was a guest room, but Claire wasn’t sure. Chris’s house was a bit bigger, with three bathrooms. They had their own in their bedrooms and then the guest bathroom in the hallway.

“Thanks for keeping this here for a bit, Jill.”

“No problem. I guess my home is the popular choice to hide gifts. Chris has yours here as well. I’m just waiting for Barry to ask to keep the girls’ gifts here, as if they don’t have enough space in that big house of theirs.”

“Well, you know how Moira is. She gets into everything. They can’t hide any gifts from her! She’s gonna be a handful as a teenager!”

They laughed and returned to the living room, Bella trailing behind them. Jill fetched them some water and the girls took a load off on the sofas.

“The punching bag was a good thought,” Jill declared. “I know Chris has been wanting one.”

Claire nodded, smiling as she watched Bella carry around her favorite plush duck toy. “Yeah. He’s been really wanting to start bulking up more. Although when we were playing on his guitar last night, I realized he needs a new toolkit for it. So I might have to go pick up one of those as well.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you play too. Why haven’t I got to see you play yet? I’ve watched Chris lots of times.”

Claire shrugged. “I guess we just never think about it when I'm visiting.” The Redfield siblings didn’t mind playing guitar in front of others, but they cherished playing together, reciting notes and melodies their father had played for them when they were young. “Chris told me you played piano? I need to see that!”

Claire didn’t get the piano at all. That was entirely different from the guitar.

Jill softly laughed. “Yeah. It’s ingrained from childhood. Had the meanest instructor ever. Chris jokes that playing the piano won’t ever do me any good, and suggests I learn something else.”

“He’s just jealous,” Claire joked.

Jill laughed at that. “He totally is. You know, I’m happy you two reconciled so quickly. Chris can be so stubborn sometimes.”

“He can be, but I’m not one to talk. Whatever you said to him, it must’ve worked. So thank you for that. I know he’s just trying to look out for me, but it gets old. I’m an adult and can take care of myself.”

The older woman furrowed her brows and shook her head. “It wasn’t me.”

“Huh? It wasn’t?”

“No, it was the Captain.”

Her heart flipped, twisting her lungs to where she choked on air before she could take a drink of her water. It took all in Claire’s power to keep a straight face and feign something catching in her throat. “I’m sorry?”

“The fight you two had upset Chris a lot, affected his performance when we were doing some training. I guess Wesker picked up on it. Apparently, they took a long lunch together, and the Captain helped Chris get his head straight. At least, that’s what Chris told me later.”

Claire was completely freaked out by that information but hid it, wiping her suddenly clammy hands on her pants. She drank half of her water in one gulp and squeezed the bottle so hard it crumpled in the middle.

“O-Oh, I figured it was you.”

“Not this time,” Jill answered. “But it wasn’t without a lack of trying. He just didn’t listen. Not until he had gone too far anyway, the ass. At least Wesker got through to him.”

“Yeah…” she cleared her throat and stood up. “Well, I should get going. I don’t want to take up all of your free time and I have some studying to do. Thanks for helping me pick that up and letting me hide it here.”

It was partially true. Claire didn’t want to take up all of Jill’s day off before she had to go in for night shift. But mostly the recent news had unsettled her and she needed to gather her thoughts on the matter.

Jill smiled, nodding as she patted Bella on the head as the retriever’s big brown eyes stared up at Claire with that duck still in her mouth, tail thumping hard on the hardwood floor.

“No problem, Claire.”

“Stay safe tonight, Jill.”

“You’re not on the schedule...again.”

Ada sighed, crossing her arms and looking at the guard like he was stupid. He was. “I know that. But that won’t matter. William will still see me.”

The guard shifted uncomfortably, studying her suspiciously and then glancing at his list again. “Dr. Birkin is an extremely busy man. He’s been doing important tests all day and asked me to not allow anyone but Mrs. Dr. Birkin and Dr. Wesker entry. I’m sorry, ma’am.”

“I’m here on behalf of Albert. He’s busy at the police department currently. Just give him a ring and you’ll see.”

The guard hesitated, thinking and unsure. Clearly, he was scared to disturb his boss in the middle of his important work.

Ada smiled flirtatiously at him. “C’mon, Johnny. Help a girl out? It’s important.” She winked.

Johnny sighed. “Oh, alright.” He put a hand to his headset. “Dr. Birkin? I’m sorry to bother you, but Ms. Wong insists on seeing you. She says she’s here on behalf of Dr. Wesker.”

The spy didn’t miss how the camera up in the corner of the hallway turned down their way, aiming the attached machine gun right on their faces, blinking red light a far deadlier version of Candid Camera.

“Yes, sir. I understand. Will do,” Johnny said into his headpiece. He nodded at Ada and stepped aside. “You may enter. But please, keep it short. He has much to do.”

Ada waved him off. “Thanks, Johnny.”

She went through the automatic door, was sprayed down again, and strolled through the large, multi-room laboratory. She turned a corner, saw bright yellow and outstretched arms, and, on reflex, kicked the thing away from her.

“Ow!” came a muffled voice.

“Will, you idiot. Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Ada snapped.

The mad scientist pulled the hazmat suit’s helmet off, waddling over to the nearby safety station to strip it off and hang it up.

“I think that’s the closest I’ve ever gotten to scaring you!” William laughed.

Ada crossed her arms, glaring at him. “You didn’t scare me. You didn’t even startle me. You mildly annoyed me.”

“Ugh, you sound like Al. One day I will scare him. It’s on my bucket list. It might get me killed, but imma do it!”

The spy shook her head. “I don��t know about you sometimes.”

Birkin seemed extra...quirky today. He had an extra bounce in his step, grinning, humming as he left the safety station to his main desk. That’s when Ada noticed numerous empty energy drink cans and half a cup of cold, forgotten black coffee.

“How many of these have you had?” He did kind of look like one of those zombies Ada had seen being dissected in the Arklay lab, pale skin and dark circles under his eyes.

“Uhh…” he pondered, counting on his fingers as he twitched and quivered restlessly. “Five? I think?” He flopped down in his chair, shifting it side to side.

Ada leaned against his desk, glancing at the disorganized paperwork strewn about. Her sharp eyes caught many interesting and familiar things: G-Virus, Plant 43, Hunter Beta, Cerberus, NE-Alpha parasite, Lisa Trevor, T-Virus Epsilon. Then her eyes caught the interesting things that she had only seen once and was curious to find out more, now with associated words that intrigued her further: Prototype Virus, Project W, eugenics research, Progenitor, Ndipaya.

She had only a few seconds of absorbing these words before William snatched up the two papers that had anything on it. She watched him open his safe and put them inside, only accessible with a scan of his hand.

Ada acted like none of it interested her. “Five, huh? And how long have you been up, exactly? You look like shit. You smell like shit.”

William lifted his shirt and smelled. “I don’t know, when did Al and I go talk with Irons?"

“That was yesterday morning.”

“Oh...shit. Well, it’s been over 24 hours then.”

“I can tell.”

“So, how’d it go with Mueller?”

“As well as you’d expect. I’ve already relayed the info to Albert. Mueller won’t be a problem. In fact, he’s willing to help if it gets rid of Roth. I guess he feels scammed by the trade.”

William smirked, still swiveling slightly side to side in his chair. “I bet he does. Well, with Lowery no longer having a tongue and Irons and Bard put in their places, looks like we might be able to wrap this up by Christmas!”

Ada rapped her nails on the desk, frowning. “Albert told me the plan. Look, between you and me, I gotta ask...what’s the deal with him and Claire?”

Will chuckled. “What’s wrong? You jealous?”

“In your dreams. It’s just that...I mean, I don’t know the girl,” she lied. “But I thought he was just using her to get to Roth. Why have a fling with her? He doesn’t do that...at least not with just anyone.”

“You sure are a curious little kitty,” William half-joked, half-warned, leaning back in his chair. “What are you hoping to use this knowledge for?”

Ugh, she hated when he was an asshole. Then again, he was protecting Albert and so she should’ve known better. The spy sighed. “Fine. I’m just a little worried about Claire, alright? Can you blame me?”

She knew how Wesker worked. Claire was in way over her head. Didn’t matter how smart and strong she was. Despite being his type, she was still different than most and he did seem to have some kind of soft spot for her. And that is what both bothered and intrigued Ada.

“It’s not like you to worry about others like that. And I can blame you, actually. You got yourself tangled with Al. That’s on you.”

Ada bit her tongue. This wasn’t about her. “And poor Claire got tangled out of her control. C’mon, Will. I’ve helped you two a lot recently. Throw me a bone here. I deserve something in return.”

Will kept a straight face, thinking it over. Ada glared at him. Finally, the Golgotha creator grinned widely and leaned forward. Ada recognized the child-like delight, and knew he was about to spill the beans.

“Alright, alright! I think he has feelings for her.”

Ada laughed skeptically. “Whatever, Will! Tell me for real.”

She had to admit, she had thought something similar a few days ago when she spied Wesker nearly pinning Claire against his car. But she soon dismissed it. He definitely liked her and was attracted to her…but had feelings for her?! That was a little hard to believe.

“I do! He is obsessed, I’m telling you. The girl would’ve been dead a long time now had it been anyone else. He’s given her more chances than I’ve ever seen. He had the chance to pop her brother in the back without anyone knowing and didn’t do it! I don’t think he knows it himself, or he purposely keeps himself in denial, but...there’s something about her.”

Ada frowned, thinking it over. William had a point. All of Claire’s stunts to try and fight Albert should have ended with her dead a long time ago. And how her brother had been getting suspicious and snooping around, well, it should have ended the same with him by now.

“You think she reminds him of Anezka?” Ada asked.

Was that her name? Ada couldn’t really remember. She wasn’t around back then and had only heard all the different stories when she came here a couple of years ago.

“Nah...I mean they’re both redheads and feisty, but I don’t think that’s it. Anna jilted him, and besides being a little touchy over it, he’s moved on.”

“Is that really what happened?”

William shrugged. “I guess? No one really knows...not even Al.”

Ada wished she had been a fly on that wall when Anezka was still around. So many rumors and gossip about what happened. She practically disappeared, as though she was only a dream. But Albert remembered...resentfully. Ada knew him well enough that it wasn’t just his ego that got hurt. He actually had cared for her, and he hated that he did.

“Well, Albert’s given Claire all these chances to let her live. You think he will let her go when Roth is dealt with, as he has promised her?”

William scowled, leaning back in his chair. “What do you think?”

The double agent had no idea why, but her heart sank a little. As if she was hoping for something she knew better of. And here she thought her line of work had snuffed out all remaining optimism in her life.

“He won’t kill her. I guarantee it,” William boasted. “As obsessed and possessive he already is of her, she’s stuck. There will be conditions he gives her. I’m sure you know what those would be.”

“You sound happy about that,” Ada pointed out.

He shrugged, but the slight upcurve of his lips gave him away. “I like the girl. Sherry adores her. She’s proven to be quite resourceful and clever. She’ll be handy to have around. Besides, if Al actually has feelings for her, I gotta see where it goes! The geneticist in me really hopes he knocks her up.”

It may have sounded like a dark joke, but Ada knew the lunatic genius was dead serious. “I’m really disturbed by how obsessed you are with your best friend’s love and sex life.”

“I’m just looking out for him!”

Ada would never understand Wesker and William’s relationship. One of life’s greatest mysteries. But what was also another mystery still was why Wesker had feelings for Claire.

Was she the next Anezka?

She parked right down the road. It was already nearly dark, but at least the temperature hadn’t dropped too much. Claire stuck to the recently salted sidewalks, hands stuffed in her parka. Her heart pounded in her throat, and her mind raced with what he could want this time.

Wesker called her while she was waiting for Chris to get off work, summoning her to his house for an “important discussion”. She was anxious for two reasons. One, the last time she saw Wesker just a couple nights ago, they had sex. And two, after learning from Jill that Wesker was the one who dealt with Chris, she wasn’t sure what that meant for her or her brother.

She was queasy, butterflies in her stomach, but she wasn’t about to lose her cool. More than anything, she feared her body would betray her once more, a dark excitement coursing through her blood.

Upon reaching Wesker’s house, Claire spotted a vehicle she didn’t recognize in his driveway. She didn’t get too close to it, but it looked like a ruby-colored Porsche Boxster. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or not about not being alone with the STARS Captain, but she took a deep breath and rang the doorbell anyway.

After a minute of silence, anticipation eating at her, the door opened. Her heart skipped when those familiar grey-blue eyes and dark smirk greeted her. Her stomach twisted, but Claire couldn’t tell whether it was from disgust or excitement.

“Good evening, Claire,” he purred. He stepped aside to allow her entry. “Please do come in. I don’t want you catching a cold.”

She rolled her eyes and stepped inside. “Thanks.”

He shut the door while she looked around. Odin padded over and sniffed her, docked tail wagging slightly. But she didn’t see anyone who could’ve owned the car outside.

Wesker’s hands brushed up her back. The bad thing was Claire realized she didn’t blench this time. No, this time she shivered in pleasure. She inwardly scolded herself as he took her coat off to hang by the door.

“We have much to discuss, dear heart,” he said, one muscular arm locking around her waist and pulling her deeper inside the house.

That’s when the younger Redfield saw a familiar face come into the living room from the kitchen, carrying a full glass of red wine. She nearly blurted Ada’s name, surprised, but quickly bit her tongue, hiding any reaction. Wesker didn’t know that she and Ada had already met personally. And it needed to stay that way.

“I sure hope you weren’t saving that malbec wine for a special occasion, Albert. I helped myself,” Ada said. When her eyes landed on Claire, she was the perfect actress. There was no recognition, no subtle signs given to Claire. “Is this her?”

“The one and only,” Wesker affirmed.

Ada took a long sip of her wine and sat it down on a coaster on the center table before walking over to them. Wesker stepped away while the double agent looked Claire over, one arm crossed and one hand on her chin as she thought. She walked around Claire and even grabbed her arms and lifted them and spun her around.

“Hmm...Yes, I can definitely work with this.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Claire grumbled. Ada spun her around again and grabbed at her hair. “Hey! What’s the big idea?!”

“Hold still, hun.”

Ada withdrew a tailor tape measurer. She measured Claire’s waist, chest, and height, even her arms and legs. Afterwards, she yanked Claire’s ponytail out and felt through her tresses.

“What are you doing?” Claire snapped.

“Taking measurements,” Ada replied. “Trying to figure out what to do with your hair.”

“Why?”

“I’ll explain later,” Wesker stated. His Doberman sat at his side, head cocked curiously as Ada got handsy with her measurements.

“Okay, finished,” Ada announced, rolling up her tape and putting it in her pocket. She retrieved her wine and took another drink. “I’ll have something ready by tomorrow.”

“What ready?” Claire demanded. “What’s going on?”

Wesker’s lips barely curled upward. “Oh, where are my manners? Claire, this is an associate of mine, Ada Wong. She originally was to pick you up at the university. Ada, you know Claire, I’ve told you all about her.”

The Eurasian beauty dipped her head. “Charmed.” Still completely in character, although Claire now saw something subtle in her eyes as she stared at Claire. Perhaps a warning? Or just acknowledgement?

“You too...I guess,” Claire said.

Wesker chuckled, catching their attention. “You do not have to pretend to be strangers on my account, ladies. I know you’re well acquainted.”

Claire ground her jaw, glaring at him. Ada didn’t even flinch, expressionless. Taking another sip of her wine, she shrugged.

“Can’t pull the wool over your eyes, can I Albert?”

“Oh come now, Ada, don’t be that way,” Wesker teased. He obviously sensed something from her that Claire didn’t. He stepped around the agent’s back and, besides her tensing barely, she didn’t look disconcerted. “You knew the risks when you decided to meet Claire behind my back.”

Ada didn’t say anything to that. Wesker’s dark grin grew a bit more.

“I’m quite curious of your intentions. You’re not the jealous type. And you’re not one to have concern for others. So why so curious about Claire? I know this has nothing to do with what Sergei asked of you.”

Jealous type? Claire glanced between them, not sure what kind of undertones she was reading here. She was missing something, that’s for sure. She could only infer that Wesker was gauging Ada for something.

“I was just curious what you saw in her, I guess,” Ada dismissed calmly.

Cool under pressure. Just like the man testing her.

“And did you figure it out?”

Ada’s eyes locked with Claire’s. “I think so.”

Wesker’s soft chuckle told them he didn’t believe her one bit. “You and William should give up trying to find something that isn’t there.”

Ada didn’t have to say anything. Her smile told it all. She was pleased somehow, as though she read deeper into Wesker’s words somehow. Claire wished she would tell her the secret. And also shake this weird feeling in her chest.

“Am I going to get filled in here on why she needed to take my measurements?” Claire grumbled.

“Yes, my apologies,” Wesker admitted, his full attention on her now, and the younger woman regretted saying anything. “Ada, you may go now. I’ll fill Claire in…” He smirked.

Oh god. Did he just…? Her stomach pitched and rolled. She knew what would happen once Ada left them alone. In his house. It was an instant body verses mind battle.

Ada shrugged and walked away. Claire never wanted someone to stay and leave all at once before. But the Eurasian woman plopped down on one of the leather sofas instead, resuming drinking her wine. Odin left his master’s side to plant himself in front of her, as if expecting Ada to give him attention now that she was sitting down. Claire released a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Wesker scowled. “Or…make yourself at home.”

“I will,” Ada answered nonchalantly. “I’m not about to let this delicious wine go to waste.” She made a show of swishing the red liquid around in her glass. The wine complimented her burgundy fingernails.

Claire caught the agent’s honey brown eyes as she looked right at her while sipping from her lipstick-stained glass, a coded message for her. You’re welcome…

Claire swallowed mixed feelings and glared at the STARS Captain. “So what exactly are you making me do this time?”

“Relax dear heart, it’s nothing you’re a stranger to. We’re going to attend a party.”

His stereotypical college girl jab aside, it sounded easy enough. But Claire knew better. Whatever kind of party it was, with Wesker involved, there would be danger, deception, and death at every angle…

Claire stared at the mirror, stunned. She wasn’t one to get dressed up, not this fancy anyway. Her red-brown hair was pulled up into messy curls with a few tresses hanging around her face. She had more make-up on than what she was used to. The jade-colored halter dress complimented her hair, eyes, and heels. She was only in the shoes for less than half an hour and her feet were already cramping. How did women wear these things all day?

The two assistants Ada had helping her with Claire were finally finished and departed from the big, spotless, and up-to-date bathroom. They were in Wesker’s living quarters in NEST. The younger Redfield tried not to think about what happened the last time she was here. Wesker and William awaited them in the very same room where she and Wesker fornicated, only having arrived a bit ago while Claire was still being made over.

Ada looked her over one last time, one final judgment for approval. Claire didn’t say anything. She really wanted out of this bathroom, but at the same time, she wasn’t ready for the next step.

Apparently, the crooked STARS Captain had meticulously planned tonight. Chris and Jill were working graveyard shifts while he was off and Claire had to tell her brother that she might would have to stay the night at William’s house babysitting Sherry if her parents had to work all night. All the chess pieces were in place so far. Bard’s Christmas party would last well into the night, and depending on how it played out, they might be there awhile. She could only hope nothing went wrong and would get to return home tonight.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Claire. There’s no doubt about that,” Ada said finally.

“T-Thanks.” She wasn’t expecting a compliment from the older woman.

She looked in the mirror again, distracted. This was a little too much for her, but she had to blend in with the other guests at the party.

“I won’t be surprised if Albert takes you home with him tonight after the party.”

Claire blushed, taken off guard, a near panic in her chest only broken by blood rushing like electricity through her veins. She turned to the double agent, holding her breath. Ada sounded so sure as she looked Claire over. As if she knew something the younger Redfield didn’t. Surely, Ada didn’t know…

“I know what happened between you two,” Ada admitted, reading her mind.

“He,” Claire started to blame her captor, but stopped. Could she honestly say it knowing she had decided to do it? Wesker may have manipulated her into wanting to, but she still chose it all her own, no matter how much she wanted to deny it.

“He what?”

She shook her head. “…Nothing.”

“I told you he always gets what he wants, didn’t I? He’ll make you want it, too. That tongue of his is far more deadly than any weapon he has on him. You have no idea how way in over your head you are, Claire.”

The college student glared at the Eurasian beauty. Was she serious right now?! “You’ve got it all wrong! It was just a one time fling. And as far as the rest of my situation goes, I think I’ve been doing pretty damn good considering!”

Ada sighed. “You’re clever, strong, and resourceful. You’ve handled yourself impressively this past week, but that’s partly why Albert’s so infatuated with you.”

Claire frowned, not sure what to say to that.

“Albert’s hardwired to manipulate and take advantage of anyone and anything he can. You give him an inch and he’ll hook his claws so deep in you, there’s no escape. You gave him way more than that.”

“So what? I’m trapped forever now? Is that what you’re saying?” Dread seized in her chest.

Ada looked to the door, as if suddenly paranoid Wesker and William could be listening in and slightly lowered her voice. “I don’t know. Look…yes, he’s using you to take care of Roth in exchange for your freedom, but William and I suspect that Albert may have developed…”

“What?” Claire urged when the agent trailed off.

Ada quickly shook her head, frowning. “Never mind. Just…keep your head. Do what you must to get Roth where Albert wants him for you and your brother’s freedom. Albert’s got a soft spot for you, he’ll likely keep his word if you’re good. As far as this affair is concerned, I cannot help you. That’s your business. My only advice is that you be careful.”

Soft spot? Where the hell was she getting that? There was nothing soft about that man. Then again, she and William, two people who knew Wesker best, kept saying that, so it had to be true to some degree.

Claire wanted to tell Ada that there wasn’t an “affair”. It was a one time slip up, a mistake, it wouldn’t happen ever again. But she couldn’t even believe herself, so there was no way she would convince the double agent.

“Ok…thank you, Ada. For everything.”

Ada exhaled through a small frown. “Don’t thank me just yet…” She turned, walking for the door and motioning for the younger Redfield to follow her. “C’mon, we have a party to get to.”

Claire inhaled deeply, gathering herself, and followed her out of the bathroom. They came into the den, where Wesker and William sat across from each other on the leather sofas talking. They were dressed in posh black suits. Claire berated herself for goggling Wesker. The bastard was so damn attractive anyway, but that suit was hot! She couldn’t believe how much it actually affected her seeing him in that outfit.

The men noticed them and stood up, but their eyes immediately went to Claire. She suddently felt exposed. William’s jaw dropped and he ogled too. The smirk that slowly grew on Wesker’s face as he took off his sunglasses to look Claire over was wicked. More so, it was hungry. He popped William’s mouth shut without taking his eyes off of Claire and closed in like a predator about to sink its teeth into its coveted prey. His eyes entrapped her, an instant, breath-taking spell, and then she was hungry too, felt it spreading through every inch of her body like wildfire.

Ada was right…Wesker would be taking her home with him tonight. And nothing was going to stop him.

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One of my favorite scenes from the Blue Lions route is during the fight with Randolph. Up until that point, Dimitri has given Byleth the cold shoulder, but when you take out Randolph's forces and he says 'a total loss', I love how we get to hear Dimitri call Byleth 'professor' again, especially with such urgency, which shows that despite his sharp words, deep down, he still cares. I just feel that this scene, as small as it is, deserves more recognition.

I think, deep down, Dimitri never did stop caring about Byleth.

Dimitri’s psychology during the Blue Lion Route is fascinating to say the least. I probably could 100% write a term paper on it.There’s a lot to unpack there, and a lot to explore. I’ve actually talked to a friend who is a professional counselor about his psychology several times and we never run out of new things to discuss and break down.

I think the most fascinating and complex state of Dimitri’s psychology is when he’s feral.

It’s important to understand the “how” and “why” whenever we’re discussing something like this. “How” and “why” Dimitri became feral is just as important as “how” and “why” he decided to later atone, and it’s massively important for understanding Dimitri’s actions and how the things that happen to him tie to character development.

Dedue says it best, I think, Dimitri isn’t a person who doesn’t care about others, in fact, he cares too much.

That’s the heart of the issue right there. Dimitri, no matter how abrasive, dismissive, or aggressive he acts, still cares deeply. He never once STOPPED caring, and if you play close enough attention and pick up on small details you can spot the signs that he’s hiding it behind a mask of indifference because of his self-loathing and madness.

Or maybe he doesn’t even realize he still cares.

I find it utterly fascinating.

If you break down Dimitri’s whole mentality while he’s feral, you kind find a surprisingly organized and moral (kinda, as moral as you can be while being...that) philosophy. Say what you will, but at the bare bones, Dimitri keeps to his ideals. For a man who considers himself nothing more than just a beast, he take special care of who his targets are.

He specifically only targets people he actively considers a threat. Thieves and bandits, who he explains are rats preying on the weak and defenseless, Imperial soldiers who are on the enemy side and have been hunting him for years, commanders of armies. He doesn’t target villagers, or anyone in the Church (one priest is even amazed that Dimitri, while feral, patted an orphan child on the head, showing clear signs of humanity). Maybe he would if they agitated him enough. Dimitri isn’t healthy at all. He’s suffering from severe after effects of isolation, delusions, self-imposed brainwashing, stress, etc. He’s a danger to himself and others, and poking him too much. But, at his core, despite all the madness and how far he’s fallen, Dimitri somehow keeps the heart of his ideals of justice and protecting the innocent. Oh, it’s twisted beyond belief, and it’s gone ugly, but it’s still there. It’s just buried under a looooooooooot of...that...

The point is, at his heart, Dimitri still cares. That’s exactly what got him into that state in the first place. His Survivor's Guilt was so strong that he manifested auditory and visual hallucinations over it. His whole reason for wanting to kill Edelgard is so that the dead can finally rest. Heck, we see him actively begging his hallucinations to wait a little longer for him to hunt her. He cares too much and it’s actively destroyed him.

The thing is, those same hallucinations of loved ones are the driving force behind his mental state when he’s feral. We see that they’ve actively been mocking him, heck, we hear him beg them not to look at him with scorn.

Now, we know that these are projections of Dimitri’s own mind, but as far as he’s concerned these are the real opinions and demands of those who have died while he survived. He’s basically emotionally abusing and brainwashing himself so much that he not only believes that he has not other purpose than seeking revenge on the dead’s behalf (this also isn’t helped by his lack of ability to defend himself. With Felix, for example, and I DO love Felix and think he’s right to be scared, but calling Dimitri a boar may have unintentionally reinforced the idea in his head for years even before the brainwashing. Felix, I know that was your way of trying to keep Dimitri from going too far, but bad move bro), but that he ultimately isn’t deserving of the life he’s living either. He’s so damaged at this point, by what’s basically self inflicted harm, that he can barely recognize anything else as mattering.

I’ve seen people who have said that they wanted to beat some sense into Dimitri. Fight the madness out of him, so to speak. I don’t blame them, Dimitri did some disgusting things during the Blue Lion Route. But fighting him wouldn’t have helped, arguing wouldn’t have helped. The problem isn’t that Dimitri doesn’t think he’s wrong, or doesn’t see that he’s a monster. He’s aware of that, completely. What Dimitri needed was to been shown that his life was worth more than being a pawn for revenge, the opposite of having the shit beat out of him, or being yelled at. Negative reinforcement wouldn’t have worked here. Hell, it would probably have only made the situation worse, and reinforced his own brainwashing that he is undeserving of life. I think that’s why Byleth in the game never beat him over the head, or yelled at him, they realized that.

Dimitri loves too much, and you can’t beat love with hate. He has to be loved out of his state. He has to be shown that his life is worth something, both to other people, and to himself. That’s why Rodrigue’s sacrifice was so important to his development.

(God, there’s so much to say that I’m jumping all over the place, someone Halp Meh)

And, another, just as important, thing.

I think he’s silently resentful of Byleth and the others for not being there for him when he needed the support the most.

When he sees Byleth again for the first time in five years, when he thinks they’re a ghost, he doesn’t sound as angry and grim at first. He just sounds tired. Tired, and sad, and full of regret. With Byleth dead, he knows he failed them, that they died while he lived. He just accepts their presence in his life as a ghost, acknowledging that they were here to haunt him.

But then it turns out Byleth was alive, and all that sadness and regret and mourning was for nothing. That they were alive the whole time. And, frankly, Byleth’s reasons for WHY they weren’t around kinda DOES sound like bullshit. “I was asleep” isn’t a very good answer in any other route either, heck, in Edelgard’s routes she thinks it’s an unfunny joke. But for Dimitri it seems to piss him off. He probably DOES believe Byleth, maybe, but it’s not an answer he’s happy with. Heck, he’s not happy with anyone after that.

One of the moments where he sounds like his old self, where he looses that anger in his voice, is when Dedue shows up and explains he was too injured to find Dimitri, which is a much more valid excuse and one that Dimitri seems to readily accept. He’s much warmer with Dedue than even Byleth’s return, and I 100% believe that part of the reason was because of Dedue’s not bullshit excuse.

So, yeah, I should actually focus on the ask now. Yes, that scene is great, fantastic even. There’s a bunch of just...tiny moments like that which show the real humanity beneath Dimitri’s thick layer of madness and...feral-ness? I love it. It’s one of the many moments that really make him feel multilayered. And tiny moments like that got me through the four months he was Feral for my Blue Lions playthrough.

Little moments like that are like taking your first gulp of air after being underwater for too long.

#Fire Emblem Three Houses #fe3h #fe16 #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #Blue Lion Route #speculation #meta #asks

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Because of the Internet, cycles of things don’t really follow the same pattern as the older generation is used to. They think they know obviously. Their favorite game is called human capital and we are the pawns, bishops and knights on the chessboard for them to sacrifice. I’m forced to read a lot of financial opinions as an outsider. For somebody in the aforementioned camp, Mario Gabelli had at least acknowledged that the Fortnite generation has been slowly growing up. Apps like Robinhood have opened the market up to steal your hard earned pennies. And then accounts get hacked, money gets stolen, and the older generation laughs and shakes it’s head. You stupid kids and your lack of motivation. If you didn’t spend all your time living your life instead of making us money. I think he forgets like most boomers do that there’s an entire generation after them that was born and bred on Tron. I didn’t land into the stock market after playing Call of Duty with my bros to be honest. I melted down a twenty year pension from a place of employment that ghosted, derezzed and ignored my entire identity. Other people might have traded online through simulations, harvested their bitcoin at the behest of their electric bill or just have rich parents, I’m not like other people. We all have figured this out after how many years of writing these to an invisible tribunal of amazing people. I often read these other perspectives about the financial industry controlled by pundits, investors, and people who generally talk down to the little person like me. We are what people refer to as “the retail investor.” We’re written about like the plague mostly because nobody can really control our strategies or bully us into submission. Much of the idea of retirement is hinged on investments in America. Social Security is about to run out at some point. My generation will probably be the first to see my government stiff the bill and run away. Corporations and working for them at times can be a whirlwind of interconnected dots. Money and loss on paper becomes a zero sum shell game for the rich. It’s not about the work you do. It’s about the money you spend for them. Donald Trump took a loss for almost two decades which is incidentally how long I was gainfully employed. A typical artist in America can take a hobby loss for up to five years. The same artists with no healthcare to speak of. The fiscal cliff that we all dread is nowhere reflected in the markets. Neither is the actual driving force behind their profit. America is a consumer based economy and America is simultaneously shrinking and bursting at the seams. These are all stitched together by a frail, aging ideology that doesn’t want to let go. Generation X’ers like myself are used to being forgotten about. I travelled the world looking for someone to look at me as more than a number. And now people follow me around because I’m a name on their company registry. But nobody really ever speaks to me directly. I’m a dataset and a demographic that only speaks as a number on paper. Until I do things that the financial elite can’t stand. I make a decision that is based on things they don’t value. I choose to put my money elsewhere. And this is why people hate us. Because you can’t speculate on chaos that you do not control. And America is simply profit off of speculation which is a value amounted to 20.83 trillion dollars in debt. Which doesn’t sound much like it’s in control of anything except printing money.

I grew up on computers. My mother helped me start my first bulletin board system. I had my very first phone line in my bedroom around the time wargames came out. I used to post the number on boards before I had even set up a system like Telegard. I would advertise it like a mysterious military site out of a Gibson book. People would call and the modem would pick up the carrier tone and dump them to a blank monochrome screen. From there my twelve year old self would punk people into thinking I was an AI. Years later I found a twenty year career in Information Technology in the Arts which abandoned me in a wholly disturbing way. My knowledge of computers still stayed and those skills kept me alive in these times. I grew up playing games because I had no friends and suffered horrible bullying. I was an only child who was ridiculously intelligent but often quiet and ignored. Years later it’s not so much different. The bullying is still out there. America rewards the loud and the forthcoming mostly because it is too lazy to seek out the nuances. Convenience has warped America’s attention span beyond the regular flow of time. Computers and connection over the years have rapidly accelerated the dominance of these ideals. Jobs exist all over the world these days. Most of the ones I’ve been interested in have been in China. But due to the circumstances of my situation, I was forced to take a larger sum of income this year than I would have liked. Sounds terrible right? No shortage of people trying to scam me into spending it. Any further income accrued this year becomes taxed horribly. Ironically, the Illinois fair tax law changes the game even further as retirement income was not taxed before the amendment. If passed, any retirement income that was not with held will be owed. Another round of layoffs to liquidate pensions from the bottom line in cities like ours will definitely affect people worse than me down the road. I’ve been stumbling through the process alone since the end of July. A lot of what I had done was to part out and budget money in my own way playing a waiting game that I’ve grown used to in my life. I am at the peak of stagnancy at the moment. Staring out at another blank screen typing into the void every week while people lift bits and pieces for their own convenient narrative of me and my value in human capital. Headhunters no longer stalk the internet. They follow you around in the street with forced intimidation expecting you to read into what they think you deserve to spend the rest of your life doing. All the while trying to wrap you up back into an ecosystem for less pay, shrinking benefits, and an economic ecosystem of investments of both human and monetary. Debtors are paired with debtors. Marriages are arranged for tax purposes and rich oligarchs with political ties find more ways to pay less. And yet they never really understand the power of connection they do not have. They don’t communicate. They project. They expect you to believe that we’re all in this together when they never hear a word you say. The only time they listen is when you take your money away. I’m single. Never been married. An only child. And pretty much an exile on Wall Street with more liquidity and equity suddenly than most people in America. And much like everyone paying more taxes to a government that has basically turned into a formulaic limp dick reality show.

A reality show that treats me like the Babadook at best these days. I can’t even leave my house anymore without somebody following me or watching me. I realize this might just be the hazards of my next pivot into global employment. I thought these long forms of prose were enough of a background check for the FBI at this point. It’s called “transparency and accountability” Scully. I realize ethics aren’t a valuable skill in America. But the utter lack of human emotion for my situation speaks volumes to me. And it should be a wakeup call for most who live and work in this dangerous time. They really don’t give a fuck about us in such a comedic way that they don’t realize our power. Our power is confidence and they find ways to undermine it. Tell you that you aren’t beautiful enough so that you spend more money on things you do not need. Ignore and isolate you until you breakdown and ask for their help. Until you treat yourself in bankruptcy so they can print more money. These times are abusive at best in a way that I have never been prepared for. But those on top don’t really understand how it feels to be under the thumb for years. I do. Corporations aren’t human and neither are most rich people. I realize that life here is literally all about money. Last night was a very good example of that when I read the news about a game I played shutting down. I cried because it was the only thing connecting me to anything social without being overbearing and weird. And I had invested a sizeable amount of my pension in the thought that this might keep the ecosystem alive. The lesser of two evils of investing. Put money where you think it will be used fairly and wisely. Water the garden and watch it grow. The amazon stock is literally over three grand per share. They own everything. They’ve shattered their profits due to the shift from COVID to delivery. Small businesses shutter. Hard artistic work is pissed to the wind. And people like myself are left to wonder why the fuck Jeff Bezos needs any more money from me to treat me like a fucking lab rat. These companies do not give a fuck about you as a person. They want your money. They want to leverage your image, your words, your narrative to push something that doesn’t benefit you at all. There is no excuse for me to be invisible after all these years let alone from what happened to me in July. And yet, there is no real way to get back at it. Other than to completely divest from something that only hurts. Capitalism is funny that way. It desperately wants your participation to stay alive. A two trillion dollar company like Apple cares only about the cut for their investors not the art that drives these bricks that become obsolete in two years. The reason the old generation is contentious to us is that we see the scam in broad daylight. We trolled you behind the scenes. And when we learn the truth, it hurts. We can always hurt back. I divest. I decouple. I wonder what motivates me as a human being and not a bottom line for some rich fuck who got their way scamming people into thinking they’re worth less so they could have more. The internet moves pretty fast. It can all fall apart in a keystroke. And these people will still be making excuses and not staring us point blank in the eye. I’ll still be playing video games and you’ll still be investing in what you think you know about me. Which last time I checked is jack shit other than the fact that it’s safe enough to plant a nuclear physicist under my apartment for a year without me knowing. Shall we play a game? See you at the opening bell Jeff!

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I'm not the anon who asked about Purim but what is the Purim story?

ALRIGHTY *cracks knuckles* I got off mobile and on desktop for this so you know it’s serious.

Purim Story: They tried to kill us, we survived, let’s eat.

The year is 367 BCE. The town is Shushan, Persia. The scene zooms in on a large castle in the middle, big, decadent, just the right amount of finery and prestige for a king who’s a complete asshole. The king Ahashverous is sitting on his throne, lording over his subjects in the way only a completely pompous and detached king can. His wife Vashti is off in her rooms, chilling, doing something, enjoying her queenly life. King Ahashverous decides he’s in the mood to party, so calls up all his dudebro friends, they’re chilling, dancing, drinking, having a great time, when King A gets this great idea to call his wife Vashti down for a little entertainment, a little dancing for his guests. Wearing only her crown. So, for reasons obvious to all but the most entitled frat boy (Ahashverous), Vashti declines and refuses to do as he asked. He gets super pissed by this and demands her killed, which is promptly followed out. Vashti is out of the picture and villianized in children’s purim skits for eons to come.

So the King is sitting there, having just disposed of his unruly wife, when he realizes he needs a new queen. Well shit, how’s he gonna get one on such short notice? He calls up his right hand man, his advisor Haman (BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO), and tells him to go fetch all the women of Shushan, as he will hold a beauty contest and whoever wins will have the blessing of being the King’s wife.

Enter Esther, a young Jewish girl, orphaned at a young age and who has grown up with her uncle Mordechai (THE JEWISH GUY), who works in the Palace. She’s young, sweet, innocent and pretty, so of course she’s a prime subject for the King’s beauty contest. She shows up, struts her stuff, and lo and behold, the king has a new wife! They get married, and she’s trapped in a world of pompous royalty and anti-semitism. Oh yeah, no one knows she’s Jewish.

Meanwhile, Mordechai, on his daily trip to the palace, overhears two guards, gossiping about how they’re gonna murder the king, just gonna kill him brutally and painfully and all that good stuff. So, let’s be real, the king probably deserves this, but that’s besides the point. Mordechai is shocked and appalled, and rushes immediately to notify the court of this impending murder plot, the guards are taken and executed, and life goes back to normal.

Mordechai continues his walk around his Shushan town, when he happens to cross paths with Haman (BOOOOOOOOOO). Haman, being the asshole he is, insists that everyone who he walks past must bow to him. Mordechai, being the Jew that he is, refuses. Now Haman fucking hates this. If Mordechai won’t bow to him, then all the Jews won’t bow to him, so he must not be the most important person in the world and that’s simply not permissible. So he sidles up to his personal pal the king and is like “hey. hey bud. hey my dude my pal there are people who don’t respect my authority or yours. They won’t bow to me what kind of filthy rats.” and the king’s all “holy shit there are people who wont bow to you we gotta do something!!” and H*man smiles and goes “yeah dude i got the perfect solution. Let’s just kill them. Kill them all. There’s no way that could go wrong.” And the king, (who’s probably still drunk), is like “Yeah dude sounds cool!!”, and willingly signs off on the order to murder all the Jews. Now, H*man is a little bastard who doesn’t give a shit about what he’s doing, so in order to decide when he’ll commit this mass murder, he rolls some dice, called Purim, to choose a date. (Hopefully you see the obvious connection to the holiday). The dice land on the 14th of Adar, the decree is made and sent out into the city, and the Jews of Shushan collectively go “oh fuck we’re gonna die.”

Back to our good pal Mordechai, who’s walking around Shushan again (he seems to go on a lot of walks), when he notices one of the posters declaring the murders of the Jews, and is like SHIT SHIT SHIT WAIT my niece lives in the palace. She’s the gotdamn queen. She’s gotta have some sort of power, right? So he runs over to visit Esther, and is like Esther sweetie babe please go talk to your husband please make him reconsider mass murder maybe? Thanks? and Esther’s all “what the fuck i haven’t seen my husband since the wedding if i enter his quarters without an invitation i’ll be fucking murdered” and mordechai, who’s had enough of his niece’s wishy washy shit, goes “YOU”RE GONNA GET FUCKING MURDERED ANYWAY IN CASE YOU FORGOT YOU ARE ALSO A JEW” and Esther’s like “okay yeah i’ll see what I can do.”

Zoom in on the king, who’s trying to go to sleep in his big kingly beds, and just can’t fall asleep. So instead of suffering through insomnia like the rest of us plebians, he calls for someone to read to him from the royal records, cause they’re so fucking boring they’ll have to put him to sleep. So one of his servants is doing so, and he stumbles upon the time when Mordechai saved his life. He realizes that Mordechai never actually got an award for all that snazzy shit, so calls in his boy Ham*n. “Hey. Haman. My dude my bro my man. If there was someone I really liked, who did a huge huge favor for me, like, yaknow, really helped me out, how should I reward him?” Haman, the stuck up brat that he is, of course things Ahashverous is talking about him, and so says “well…. i would dress him in the king’s finest robes and put him on the king’s finest horse and have someone parade him around the streets of Shushan yelling “THIS IS A MAN THE KING WISHES TO HONOR LOOK HOW GLORIOUS HE IS” and Ahashverous is all “dude you’re brilliant. Okay tomorrow afternoon, get that Mordechai dude and have this done to him. You’ll be leading the horse and yelling.” Haman realizes he fucked up. Haman reaaaaaaaaaaaaally hates Mordechai now. He hates him so much in fact, that he builds a set of gallows specifically for murdering Mordechai alone.

Esther, meanwhile, is trying to build up courage to go see the King and explain the whole “I’m Jewish please don’t kill my people” issue. First, she fasts for three days to be ready, and asks all the Jews of Shushan to fast with her. Once those three days are up, she figures she can’t just waltz right in to his quarters and say “don’t kill me”, so instead she dresses up all fancy, and waltzes into his quarters with some fancy (skimpy) clothing on and an invitation to a party. The king is thrilled to be invited to a party, and manages to overcome his instinct for murdering his wives to accept the invitation. At the party, they’re chilling, they’re laughing, they’re having an all around wonderful time. when Esther goes to make an announcement. “Hem hem hem” she coughs. “I brought you here today for something very important.” Everyone is paying attention. “I’m having another party tomorrow night and you’re all invited!!!! And so is that Haman dude. Make sure he’s there. Really.” Well of course our frat boy king is delighted and agrees that he and Haman will absolutely 100% be there.

Cut to the next night, where they’re at the party and Esther goes to make an announcement. “hem hem hem.” she says. The king gets ready for another party announcement. He loves parties “Someone” says Esther. “Someone, in this very room, is trying…. TO KILL ME!” Shock! Terror! Awe! Emotions! The party guests are very confused, until Esther gives the full explanation. “I’m a Jew… Haman’s a dick… etc.” So of course the King is so distraught, because he can’t have his lovely wife that he loves so very much (that he thinks looks hella hot) be murdered! But he’s also in a bind. Cause here’s the thing about kingly orders, like the one about killing the Jews. They can’t be undone or retracted. Looks like the Jews are still screwed. That is, until Mordechai gets this great idea. More murder. “Look.” he says. “People have been given legal permission to kill us. I propose you simply do the same. Write out a little kingly decree, saying that the Jews have the legal right to kill anyone who attacks them, and can fight for their lives. Then, it’ll just be a battle of the strongest and of course the Jews will escape just fine. We’re good at surviving.” The king, who’s really just a pawn at this point, is all “well that’s a MARVELOUS idea! Let me write up this order immediately, I’ll get right to it!” This second kingly order gets written, the decree goes out, and the 14th of Adar rolls around.

There’s mass murder. Everyone is fighting or killing or dying. Mostly goyim are dying though. The Jews successfully manage to protect themselves, keeping their culture alive, turning what was supposed to be a day of mourning into a day of wildly happy celebration, the Purim festival we know now. They also found and seized Haman, hanging him upon the gallows he built for Mordechai. And to this day, we eat hamentaschen to mock this fool’s hat/ears/pockets. Whatever we’re mocking, Haman was a dick who looked ridiculous. And we’re still here bitch, so ha. You lost.

#long post #seriously i took a nap in between starting and finishing this post #a 1.5 hour long nap #jewish #jumblr #purim #the purim story #not a translation #anon #ask

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Fucking Superb You Funky Little Bat (Chapter 4)

Read on Ao3!

Like I said in the dragon age post/the notes of this on Ao3, don’t expect these lightning updates to happen often.

Also after this, I will exclusively be posting this fic to Ao3! I will post a link like I do with the Dragon Age fic, but this is the last chapter available on tumblr.

“Absolutely not,” Sans said, arms crossed and usual grin gone. Papyrus gave his brother a small glare, which threw Red for a loop. It wasn’t often Papyrus actually got angry at Sans.

“Brother, they need our help! We’re all strong enough, and fast enough, to keep an eye on them,” Papyrus argued loudly, catching the others’ attention. As the other three skeletons came in to see what the commotion was about, Red went to go make himself some food.

“I assume the beast is gone, then,” Boss asked, propping his hands on his hips. Papyrus’ glare switched to his alternate self, who was surprised at the anger in the gaze.

“They are not a beast, Boss! They’re SICK, and they’re going to a hospital to get treatment. And Arle gave me information on how to help them even more!” Blue seemed to perk up at the idea, asking what they could do. Papyrus’ mood shifted from angry to excited.

“There is a program to help surface monsters that are… on the same path our friend is on. We would bring them into our home and-” “ABSOLUTELY NOT,” Boss screeched, startling his doppleganger out of his talk.

“We are NOT bringing that FILTH into the house!” The sucker stick in Stretch’s mouth shot up as he glanced at the angry skeleton.

“I don’t quite agree with the statement,” Stretch started “but I have to agree Boss- that thing ain’t coming in”. Blue frowned at his brother, asking why not. Stretch sighed, running a hand over his skull.

“Bro, I know you care about it, but it’s dangerous. It almost attacked you, and Vanilla”. Sans really hated that nickname. Blue stomped his foot, and Papyrus crossed his arms.

“They are not an “it”,” Papyrus huffed. “They are a Monster, like us! Well, not like us, but… oh, you know what I mean!” Boss let out a laugh, one that made Red sneer slightly. He stepped out of the kitchen with a cold slice of pizza.

“Creampuff’s right,” Red grumbled, standing next to the Papyrus in question. Everyone was surprised to hear Red’s agreement- especially his brother.

“The guy’s sick- you all saw the same SOUL I did. Trauma works differently for surface monsters, apparently”. Everyone- well, everyone who was there- thought back to the nearly shattered SOUL. The fractures ran deep, and the color was so dim it was almost completely Underground Monster white.

“Keeps up the way they’re going, now… something’s gonna shatter, in them. SOUL or not”. That seemed to make Stretch think about it, at least. Red’s not too surprised- Stretch was a big softie. The orange-clad skeleton gave Red a curious look.

“And what’s got you so invested in this?” Red shrugged, ignoring Boss’s piercing glare. He ate some of his food, but it was clear the others weren’t going to let him get away without answering. He sighed, annoyance etched onto his face.

“Look… I just don’t like the idea of brushing them off as a freak, or something, just cause they’ve been through some shit”. Boss’s glare eased up a bit, and Red knew he could relate. Sans and Stretch, as well as some of the other monsters, weren’t… super inviting, when he and Boss showed up.

“And from how the yellow one acted around them, I feel like they’ll be pawned off onto someone who won’t actually give a shit”. Sans gave him a look, raising a brow ridge. Red nodded to the container of food that Papyrus was still holding.

“Drugged the food immediately. Kept talking like they were bound to just attack us right away. Arle definitely knew something was wrong with it, and told us not to use the food unless they were actually angry”. Sans’ anger ebbed away, slightly. Or, well, it was directed at someone else, at least.

Papyrus went to throw the drugged food out, now that it wasn’t needed. The five skeletons left in the living room were quiet, thinking over the new information.

“.. We need to help them,” Blue said, voice uncharacteristically quiet. Stretch looked like he wanted to say something, hand moving to comfort his brother, before deciding against it. The limb dropped to the side, before going back into his hoodie. Papyrus came back, fidgeting nervously at the tense atmosphere.

“Perhaps if… you all read the information Arle told me to look up!” The group looked to Papyrus as he talked. “The website to sign up would have better information on the program, and Arle also told us where to get certified! Not everyone has to be certified, as well, if you don’t want to!” Sans and Stretch looked to each other, then at Red. Red shrugged.

“Told ya already, I’m on Creampuff’s side with this one”. He finished his pizza, wiping his hands on his jacket, before going to his room. He’ll leave Papyrus, and now Blue, to the convincing. Right now, he was going to do whatever the hell he wanted.

Red sat down at his laptop, pulling out a paper that held the websites’ domains. He went to the registration site, first. To submit his application, of course.

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It was almost a month before they got the call from Arle. The moment Sans relayed the message, saying it was okay to visit, Papyrus was already piling into his convertible. Blue insisted he come along. As did Stretch, once Blue invited himself to the visit.

Sans had to stay behind to work, and Red said he had some calls to make. Boss just outright said he didn’t want to go. So , Blue, Papyrus, and Stretch made their way to the hospital Arle directed them to.

The bright blue Emthrall behind the reception desk pointed them in the direction of the feral wing- the door to which needed to be opened by a nurse that was to lead them to the correct room.

“Why all the security,” Stretch asked the werewolf. The woman explained that ferals are dangerous, and some tried to escape their rooms often. The heavy doors at the exits were to keep escape ferals contained to the correct wing, until security could retrieve them.

“The one you’re visiting is a nasty thing, too,” the woman huffed. “Nearly took off a few hands whenever they try to treat her”.

“No one’s hurt them, though, right,” Papyrus asked. The woman shook her head, stopping in front of a door.

“Oh no, she hasn’t been hurt!” She opened the door, which led into a room that was sectioned off by strong glass. Behind the glass was their vampire- looking better, but not happy.

You were shaved down, fur having been full of mats and dried blood. You had bandages everywhere, and stitches in various spots. You also had a muzzle on, and your claws had been forcibly filed down to small, rounded nubs. You were idly pawing at the glass, before your gaze focused on your visitors.

You stared Stretch down, remembering when he used his magic to block you from the smaller skeleton at his side. Your ears pinned back, eyes slitting slightly as anger bubbled in your chest. As if sensing your thoughts, he held his hands up in surrender.

“Is it okay to let her out,” Blue asked, looking up at the werewolf. She seemed to think for a second.

“... Y… yes, it should be fine- the security is just outside, so we can hear if something goes wrong. She’s been… calmer, lately, and she’s recently fed, so she should be fine”. The werewolf went to the door, opening it slowly. You made no move to leave, thinking it was a test to see if you’d escape.

“You let security know when you’re done, okay?” Stretch nodded, and the woman left to go to her other patients. Blue wanted to get closer, but Stretch kept a tight grip on his shoulder. Papyrus stepped a little closer to the doorway to your part of the room, holding a large box in his hands.

“Hello, friend! I’m glad to see you’re looking better!” You clicked your teeth together under the muzzle, huffing slightly. Looking better? Yes. Feeling better? Hell no.

“Arle said it was okay to bring you gifts- so Blue, Red, and I took the opportunity to do so!” He set the box down, he and Blue digging through it to pull out their respectful items. You watched them closely, leaning your head forward slightly to sniff at the box without getting too close.

“The first one is a gift from Red, since he couldn’t be here! You remember Red, correct? He’s the one that was with me when we went looking for you!” You let out a huff, thinking. Yeah, you remember Red. Papyrus took your huff as confirmation. It kind of was, so he wasn’t wrong.

He pulled out a large, black blanket. It had skull and crossbones designs on the fabric, and was thick.

“Red says he knows hospitals are cold- he’s been to one a few times since coming to the surface! When Arle told us you were shaved, he wanted to get this for you to keep you warm!” Stretch snorted.

“No way he got that mushy!” “Well… he just said “this is tacky and hospitals are cold”, but I know his true intentions are much nicer than that!” He set the blanket to the side as Blue pulled out his gift.

“This is from me!” It was a large box with holes in the top. “I had my brother help me make it!” He patted said brother’s arm, getting a smile from Stretch. You looked up at the tall skeleton agan, who nodded.

“Yeah, I had a hand in makin’ it for ya, bud”. Blue pressed a large button on the top, easily accessible for you, and a small toy rat began popping in an out of the holes slowly. You immediately focused on the movement, eyes slitting slightly at the idea of catching something.

“It’s a toy to keep you from getting too bored. If you manage to tap the mouse, you get a treat from it!” Blue lightly smacked the top of the toy, and a compartment tray popped open that held some kind of food in it. Blue closed it back up, setting it down.

“And my gift-” Papyrus pulled out a large, thick stick made out of some kind chewable material “while not as technically impressive, is good for you! Arle said that you have a tendency to chew on things, so they helped me find a special chew stick used for, eh… werewolves, I think?” Your teeth clicked together again, and you pawed at the muzzle. Papyrus’ face fell slightly.

“Well… you can’t… use it now, I suppose. But! You can use it when the… muzzle comes off”. You snapped your jaws shut again, growling softly. You noticed Stretch mumbling something to himself, and looked at his mouth as it moved.

He caught you staring, and looked back for a hot second. He sighed heavily, before his eyelight began to glow.

“I hope I don’t regret this,” he said. Your muzzle glowed orange for a minute, before it simply slid off of your face. You stretched your jaw, yawning slightly as the muzzle floated to Stretch’s hand. He set it to the side, before the gifts for you began floating, as well.

“I figured you don’t want use getting close to you,” Stretch explained, setting the items in front of you. Your ears pinned back, and you stared at the items on the ground.

Nearly immediately, you shoved your face into the soft blanket. You made loud snuffling noises, making the skeletons laugh, before shoving yourself under the blanket.

Somehow, you managed to drape it over yourself. You pulled the chew stick over, sniffing it quickly to make sure it didn’t smell like medicine. Thankfully, it didn’t. It smelled like beef, surprisingly.

You began gnawing on it, much to Papyrus’ delight. You let out a deep, pleased whine, your mouth feeling better now that your sore teeth had something to chew on. With fangs constantly growing, and teeth constantly REGROWING due to being knocked out or damaged, this was heaven.

The two more hyper skeletons began babbling to you about what’s been going on since you were last on their property. Talking to you like you were a long lost friend that finally came back into town. Stretch sat down in a chair nearby, a small smile on his face- although he was clearly thinking about something. Something that included you, from the way he was watching you.

Your gaze drifted back to the two skeletons sitting on the floor near your cage. You were still wary around them, but…

For the first time in a long, long time, you felt a deep, satisfied purr escape you.

#undertale #underfell #underswap #funky little bat #fic #mod fic

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vertigoambrosia · 6 years

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i had a really long day and completely forgot today is shotgun day

i meant to post this saying idk if i’d watch tonight or just sleep but i fell asleep except now i’m awake and hungry so uhh i guess we’re doing this?

tarkan, at someone’s grave: i killed you

jurn’s portrait looks like he smells something really gross

what i would like to see lucky do? wxw i’d follow lucky do literally anything

tarkan is so good at disdainful expressions

man marius if you were gonna become a dick you might as well have stuck with andy

“lazy AF” lol subtitles

MARIUS THERE IS NO OTHER FOOD IN OBERHAUSEN NEAR THE TURBINHALLE WHAT DO YOU WANT

i can’t believe tarkan abandoned his baby bro for a gym rat sugar baby

like you can’t tell me he hasn’t fucked marius

bros before hos tarkan jeez

lol is andy telling himself how awesome he is

francis: still fucking loves colors

also: being difficult for literally no reason

why is veit mueller’s name actually pronounced with the vee sound when in german “v” always seems to be “fff”

that does not translate well in typing but i hope you know what i mean

oh wait tommy says it with the f god idk fucking german

yay pretty bastards will return soon! glad to know maggot’s healed up

i love how ahura has to show off after practically every move he does

*prince ahura voice* just in case you forgot, i’m hot

yeah tim’s half crab is better tho alan

not that veit’s is bad, but not a great comparison to make

ahura’s offense is foot based enough that i feel like he could be a street fighter character or something

francis: you look like you’re hiding

cmj:...I WAS

*francis voice* u still mad?

christian: *tries not to throw his laptop in anger*

awwww julian and avalanche go back so far!

i love that monster consulting’s gimmick is basically ‘opposites attract’

OMG THAT PIC OF THEM IN BED WITH THE BELTS THAT’S SO CUTE

are monster consulting...married?

i really cannot figure out if i don’t entierly buy emil as a face because he seems too douchey or because his face reminds me of my boss

you’d think after five months to think about it jurn would would have ditched the half assed mutton chops

aw andy feels spurned cause marius doesn’t care anymore

and here are these little shits

INVESTIGATE THE TABLES

omg u never were tag champs dumbasses

if jayfk win in hamburg i’m gonna barf but i have a feeling that will happene

ok that was pretty clever of them though casue these fuckers just give away title shots cause they wanna fight

...do monster consulting know you can fight someone without the belts on the line?

and here’s this asshole

in his weird fucking girdle

wrestling owns because people can dramatically open hoodies or take off their shirts

alan literally saying ivan and pete would die for each other

oh my god has it really been almost a year since the demise of a4?

i have no idea what the crowd are chanting

(not ‘you sold out’, i got that one)

lmao are they calling marius ‘mr bullshit’?

lmao @ alan shitting on tarkan

pete bab you did just put yourself in a 2 on 1 situation tho

he’s pretty but when he gets angry he’s not always too smart

LUCKY

IT’S THE BOI

“former brother” that makes no sense but ok

tarkan you fucking thot

all hail our new womens champion alpha female

omg lucky + bobby sure is a pair

hi wxw pls no more women’s four ways thx

ANDY WTF

what the fuck is happening

“*imitates raccoon sounds*” that....is not what a raccoon sounds like but ok

i didn’t realize ilja and laurence were friends

awww ilja

i have to admit i didn’t realize that was laurence until the raccoon references

i realized we haven’t seen a nice smol boy used as a pawn since way back when i first started watching where cerberus beat up francis

friendly reminder that francis was the one who fucked up adam enough that he had to go to south america to recuperate

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Super Sonic Thieves Chapter 19

Chapter 19 - That Dark Sinking Feeling

The Set-Up:

Sonic, narrating: “Huh… the last time I was in a swamp, that was when we fought Metal Sonic…”

Sly, narrating: “Hoo-boy. Mz. Ruby… a dangerous crocodile made even more threatening with her powers of dark magic and voodoo. She grew up being feared from others because she was a crocodile and she’s threatening now because of her mystical powers. She’s no stranger to using them to steal money, and even more worrisome when she raises the dead. We were able to lock her away in our world by taking advantage of her magic, but I wonder if we could do it again.”

Sonic, narrating: “It seems she has found herself a home in Lost Jungle and put her magic touch on it. I hope we can stop her before the swamp overcomes us…”

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Zone Layout: Mz. Ruby has transformed Lost Jungle into her own personal home. Other than just a heavy presence of ghosts and other haunted things, AND the crocodile, which has been voodoo-ized to an even scarier beast, she’s also placed voodoo dolls around that if encountered, will bring bad luck to you (AKA activate more traps on a path.). Don’t wait around in the swamp water too long, or you’ll be sucked in. Oh, yeah, and watch for the black and green frogs to grow and rot the vegetation as well.

Enemies:

Robotic Demon Turtles: Robotic rebuilds of the original Demonic Turtles. Now the detachable fire head boomerangs around more, and a bit faster, and doesn’t cower when you get close. (Yet they are still pretty weak.) Carries 21-23 coins and has a 10% chance of treasure to pickpocket.

Swamp Monster Robots: Robot copies of Mz. Ruby’s swamp creatures. They can come in a few number of heads and/or fists, but like the originals, just keep whacking at them until they split, and then break away. Carries/drops 25-27 coins and has a 25% chance of treasure to pickpocket.

Mojo Ratbots: Eggman’s robotic recreations of Mz. Ruby’s water rats. Their light now extends a little farther, and they can also throw balls of energy to zap you with along with their regular voodoo attack. Carries/drops 25-30 coins and has a 50% chance of treasure to pickpocket.

Voodoo Practitioner Pawn: A dangerous pawn in dark purple robes that carry around voodoo dolls. They can send out a ball of energy that if touched, will turn you into the animal you are for 10 seconds, which can let other badniks attack you. Otherwise, they’ll just throw pins at you as a last, close combat resort. Drops 25 rings when smashed.

Crazy Egg Hammers: These Egg Hammers just keep spinning around their hammers and spin around like a top, going faster and slower off and on. Perhaps they angered Mz. Ruby, so now they must stay like this? In any case, they have a bit more defense, so it’s going to take a bit longer to take them down, while still avoiding the hammer. Drops 27 rings when smashed.

De-bot: Scary looking demon badniks that are as strong as they look. They use their muscular arms to deflect attack. Only strong character can break through them, and even then, it’s going to be tough. Drops 29 rings when smashed.

Treasures:

From Guards:

Small Ball of Magic: Worth 120 coins and 60 rings.

Medium Ball of Magic: Worth 140 coins and 70 rings.

Large Ball of Magic: Worth 160 coins and 80 rings.

From Pedestals:

Golden Fiddle: Placed on one of the islands in Act 1, and guards will have to be fought if you grab it. Worth 2450 coins and 1225 rings.

Diamond Crystal Ball: Hiding in the brush in Act 2. Worth 2550 coins and 1275 rings.

Mz. Ruby Voodoo Doll: Found among one of the ledges in Act 3. Worth 2650 coins and 1325 rings.

The coins have a voodoo doll of Sly design on them.

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Haunted Jungle Zone Act 1: Murray and Vector take to the swampy floor, braving the water and large islands floating to find Mz. Ruby. Unfortunately, there’s plenty of guards and badniks in your way, so you’ll have to fight through them first.The act ends when they find a way to the upper levels, which look quite familiar…

*At the start*

Bentley, over the binocucom: “I hate swamps… so dirty!”

Murray: “Eh, I don’t mind it.”

Vector: “It’s probably our nature to be in swamps like this.”

Sly, over the binocucom: “Just watch out, guys. I’m sure Mz. Ruby has sent out forces of the undead to come after us.”

Vector: “Yeah, we’ll keep an eye out.”

Murray: “These monsters are no match for the strength of ‘The Murray!’ Hell cannot even hope to contain me!”

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Haunted Jungle Zone Act 2: Tails and Dimitri make their way through the second section, which looks quite a lot like Lost Jungle from Sonic Heroes. It is, so just make your way through the familiar sections as best as you can to make it that much closer to the elusive Mz. Ruby. (At least Dimitri can swim in the water if you happen to fall in it, so you just need to find a spring to get back up.) The act ends before reaching a familiar annoying section…

*At the start.*

Tails: “Hmm… the jungle sure has overgrown itself once Eggman left it so many years ago.”

Dimitri: “Looks like nature has taken over it, bro! Mother nature has kicked butt of technology!”

Tails: “I hope we can still make it through to find Mz. Ruby…”

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Haunted Jungle Zone Act 3: Sly and Amy find themselves entering the crocodile’s lair, which has changed with having overgrowth to climb on everywhere. Unfortunately, Mz. Ruby knows you are here and is siccing the croc-beast on you. All you can do is keep moving and dodging the beast. The act ends when they end up in a large skull mouth which closes behind them.

*At the start.*

Sly: “Sheesh, it’s getting real tight and overgrown here.”

Amy: “At least our trip will be a bit easier than just jumping across vines.”

*A bit later.*

Amy: “That large skull wasn’t there the last time.”

Sly: “It must be where Mz. Ruby is.”

Mz. Ruby’s voice: “You’d be right there, Sly Cooper! But I’m not going to let you just walk all willy-nilly in here. Croc-beast! Lunch time!”

*The beast attacks and misses them.*

Sly: “Whoa!”

Amy: “The croc! It looks even scarier now!”

Sly: “Thanks to Mz. Ruby’s magic. If it’s as dangerous as her past beast, we better move!”

*Later, after another near miss.*

Sly: “Ah! Jeez, this croc is just as persistent as her ‘Beast’ pet back in Haiti.”

Amy: “It sounds quite scary from what your friends tell me.”

Sly: “Looking like a giant voodoo eel… thing? Yeah. Barely got away from it to get a key to Mz. Ruby’s lair. Least that one didn’t seem to take sides since Mz. Ruby feared that one.”

*Taunts of Mz. Ruby*

Mz. Ruby: “Run, run, as fast as you can, Cooper! Unless you really want to become lunch!”

Mz. Ruby: “You shouldn’t anger a voodoo priestess, Sly and Amy! Don’t you know that’s bad luck?!”

Mz. Ruby: “Maybe I’ll turn you into zombies to do all my bidding… nah, then you’re still around… Hmmm… I know! I’ll just burn you to ashes!”

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Haunted Jungle Zone Act 4 (BOSS): Mz. Ruby greets Sly and Amy, and taunts them as usual. After a small chase, she forces us to play her deadly game of ‘Dodge Voodoo’.

Mz. Ruby: “You’re stuck with me now, you fools! You guys are doomed!”

Sly: “More like you’re stuck with us.”

Amy: “Yeah! I’m also a magic user, and you pissed off the wrong lady.”

Mz. Ruby: “Like I’m so scared… see if you can even keep up with me first.”

Boss: Mz. Ruby

Similar to when she was fought in Sly 1, the player must dodge her voodoo magic to the beat of her music. Then, once close to her, attack her as she tries to bite back with her mouth. This repeats until she is defeated.

*At the start.*

Mz. Ruby: “Well, I see both are you are still as agile as ever.”

Amy: “Stop running and fight like you should.”

Mz. Ruby: “Sorry… I just like to play with my food!”

Sly: “Perhaps we shall dance again?”

Mz. Ruby: “Yes… another voodoo dance sounds perfect, Sly Cooper. But this time, I ain't letting you win!”

*The Dance begins*

Mz. Ruby: ♪ “Cause you’re in my world now, not yours… cause I got friends on the other side.” ♫

Voodoo Head 1: ♪ “She’s got friends on the other side.” ♫

Mz. Ruby, jokingly: “Hey! Who told you heads to speak! This is my song! You’re gonna ‘throw’ them out of rhythm, heh he…”

Mz. Ruby: ♪ “ *Ahem* See if you can dodge my voodoo, be careful putting your minds at ease. Cause if you relax it will allow me to enable you to anything I please. I can read your future, and even change it round some, too. I’ll look deep into your heart and soul- ♫ You do have a soul don’t you Sly? HAH! ♪ -Make your wildest dreams come true. I got voodoo, I got hoodoo, I got things I aint even tried! And I got friends on the other side.” ♫

Multiple Voodoo Heads: “She’s got friends on the other side.”

*Break to attack Mz. Ruby, then the next part. (You can choose how difficult the path to her will be, with whatever card path you choose.)*

Mz. Ruby: ♪ “The cards, the cards, the cards will tell... the past the present and the future as well. The cards, the cards, just take three… take a little trip into your future with me.”

Mz. Ruby: “Now you, Sly, are from across the sea… you’ve come from lines of thieving royalty.- ♫ Of course, I got my voodoo from my mother’s side myself. ♪ -Now I won’t lie, you’re present is doing swell… but beware Sly, not everything’s well.- ♫ You think I’m lying, but heed me Sly. Eggman is planning something behind the scenes, and even my spirits have prevented from looking. Our world is doomed, Sly, along with many more. Even I don’t know how far Eggman will go. ♪ -Despair, despair! Despair is all I can see! The future’s looking bleak… I think there’s a hero we need…” ♫

*Another attack on Mz. Ruby, then the last phase of dodging.*

Mz. Ruby: ♪ “On you, Ms. Amy, I’ll give you what you already know. You chase Sonic, even though he’s given you many ‘no’s. You’re at least a feisty, fiery little lady, who won’t give on your goal; you want to get married to him, but you’re worried he’ll say ‘no way’... But in the future, the you I see, is exactly how you want to be.- ♫

I can’t spoil it all now, can I? Heh he. Now that I told you the future... ♪ -Are you ready?!”

Voodoo Heads: “Are you ready?!”

Mz. Ruby: ♪ “Are you ready?! … Can you dig that Voodoo?!” ♫

Voodoo Heads: “Can you dig that Voodoo?!”

Mz. Ruby: ♪ “Can you dig that Hoodoo?!” ♫

Voodoo Heads: “Can you dig that Hoodoo?!”

Mz. Ruby: ♪ “Can you dig that Voodoo Hoodoo that I do?! Can you feel it?! The end, the end, the end is coming! I hope you’re satisfied defeating me, but things are only going to go downhill later, and not because of me! So say the spirits from the other side!”

Voodoo Heads: “You got your future told! But how much will you be owed?!”

*Once defeated.*

Mz. Ruby: “NO! Don’t send me back to INTERPOL! I’m going to die!!! NOOOO!!!”

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The Getaway:

Sonic, narrating: “We had to work hard to subdue her enough to send Mz. Ruby back to INTERPOL, thankfully, Carmelita’s shock pistol helped with that. But something worried us.”

Sly: “Mz. Ruby… she didn’t really want to go back to our world there, did she?”

Amy: “Being a fellow tarot card user… I’m not willing to throw away what she was saying. I can’t confirm what she was saying, I’m not strong enough, but my gut says we should take her warning seriously.”

Sly: “But how do we stop the ‘end of the world’ as she says?”

Amy: “I don’t know… we’ll just have to extremely careful about watching what happens in the future.”

Sly: “Yeah…”

Next Time: Ugh… an asshole to finish off the group. At least we get the familiar landscape of Dragon Road, Chun-nan.

#Isakthedragon's fanfiction #Super Sonic Thieves #Super Sonic Thieves Chapter 19 #SST #SST: Chapter 19 #Oh boy!#It's Mz. Ruby!#I had so much fun with this Chapter #I loved the 'Friends on the Other Side' Parody I did. :D #Also... rebuilding of Frog Forest/Lost Jungle #Wonder if it's good.

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The Twelve Zodiac (Chapter 13)

The month is now September. The Twelve warriors are given a day off to relax their muscles, Celestial Beasts haven't been appearing lately but only the ones that are easily killed. It is concerning but it might be a possibility that their numbers are dwindling down. The women are preparing the meats and vegetables for the barbecue they are going to have outside and the men are setting up tables and chairs, including the grill which is only left for the younger Tatsumi to light up.

"Are you sure that you should add that much fuel to the fire?" Eiji looked at him "it's fine. I do this all the time." Takeyasu tossed the empty container of gasoline aside and grabs a matchbox from his pocket, ready to ignite some fire.

The six men are near the grill, Tsugiyoshi is sleeping on one of the chairs that was set up but was close to the grill. "Let's get this party started!" Takeyasu stroked the match and throws it onto the grill, unexpectedly an explosion happened creating a black mushroom cloud.

The yard is now littered with black air but there is fire. The men are covered in black ashes, it looked as if their bodies had disappeared and their shadows remained "you poured too much fuel." Nagayuki looked at his brother "it wasn't too much. All it needed was a kick, big flames brings out the best flavors in the meats." The younger Tatsumi grinned revealing his white teeth that isn't covered in ashes.

"Looks like we can't leave these men alone. They can't do a single task properly without messing up."

The four women came out of the house and are holding trays of assorted meats, sea foods, and vegetables. "What in the world happened here?" Misaki asked seeing her teammates covered in ashes "it was my lil' bro's fault for putting too much fuel into the grill. Although it is ore-sama fault too for not saying anything." Nagayuki sighed.

"Before we can start eating, let us all clean ourselves from being dirtied." Eiji spoke.

The men agreed and begins to move back inside the house except for Tsugiyoshi who is still sleeping on the chair. Ryoka walked towards him, she pinched his nose causing him to wake up with a snort "that hurt. Is that how you wake up someone?" He asked with a nasal tone "only when it comes to people who likes to sleep like you." She smiled releasing his nose.

"Nezumi, go get yourself clean. We'll start cooking the food and you can eat the choices of meats before it's taken." Misaki looked at him.

"Yes nee-san." He responded, stretching his arms and walked back inside.

Few minutes later, the men came back cleaned from the ashes and are wearing new sets of clothes. Takeyasu have brought three medium sized lizards and puts them on the table where the foods are "Sharyu, is there any space on that grill?" He looked at her as she cooks.

"How big is the meat? There is some space." She responded.

The younger Tatsumi brought one of his lizard and showed it to her, Misaki got startled to see it "you're thinking about eating your pet?" She asked horrified. "Don't worry. This one is dead along with two others, I had pets who died and I eat them." He said like it was normal.

Misaki takes a deep breath and lets it out "well, I understand that in some countries they eat exotic foods such as this and I won't judge you for eating them. I just don't know how long it should be cook." She said.

"I'll be watching them. I cooked these all the time and remember the time needed for these to be cooked to perfection." He grinned plops the dead reptile onto the grill.

"Dragon in the near future I will be assigning you and your brother on a mission with Sharyu and Niwatori." Tsugiyoshi spoke sitting at the same table with the elder Tatsumi, and the two of them are on their smartphones.

"What mission?" Nagayuki asked as he looks at a website of a building and reading the given information "did you used your Hundred paths?" He asked.

Tsugiyoshi nodded "I will be also taking a part of it, including everyone else. This mission will be a big haul." He said. Although it's not assigning anyone, it is a team's mission. Nagayuki asked more information about the mission but the Rat keeps his mouth shut, not even telling him the specific day it will start but as long as it's not tonight then it's fine for him and his brother.

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"As expected, everyone is asleep. Ore-sama had thought they wouldn't fall asleep that fast 'cept the Rat boy." Nagayuki stood outside the headquarters wearing dark colored clothes that camouflage him in the dark and over his shoulder is a black bag packed with necessary equipment, instead of his weapon.

Takeyasu walked towards his brother and wore the same color clothes except he is wearing short sleeves, also without his weapon "damn, I shouldn't ate that much." He placed his left hand on his stomach, still full from that barbeque.

"Not only that we'll be pulling this heist, this is the perfect exercise for you to lose some fat since you ate a lot." Nagayuki smiled.

The younger Tatsumi pouted "stop talking as if I'm a fatass. You should lose some weight yourself considering you keep on eating chips and other snacks." He retorted. "I'll let ya have that one. Let's get going, I found the jackpot that can be the biggest yet." He and his brother smiled devious and begin their heist.

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The heist was a success for the Tatsumi brothers. They stole all the valuable items and jewels that they can get their hands on. They were found out by the security guards but thankfully for Heaven's Holding they escaped with their loot.

"Man! What a big haul! Imagine how much we will get for selling these." Takeyasu feeling giddy just thinking about the money they'll be getting.

Nagayuki feels that same giddiness that his brother is feeling. He was about to say something until a certain something caught his eyes "lil' bro, looked down there." He said.

Takeyasu looks down, at first he only saw the darkness until he saw something moving in the shadows "a Celestial Beast?" He questioned.

"One way to find out." Nagayuki descended down towards the mysterious creature.

Both brothers landed on the ground, they were expecting it to attack them but it is restrained by chains tied to a tree, like an abused animal but sadly these two do not share any sympathy towards it. "Can this thing talk?" Takeyasu asked "we had been hearing these things talked before, either it refused to say a word to us or doesn't know it. All we do know that they hate us." Nagayuki scratched the right side of his head.

"Maybe this is what Nezumi ment but it can be a coincidence. Also that kid mentioned there would be a big haul but ore-sama doubt it would be the kind of haul that involves money." The elder Tatsumi thought to himself.

"Big brother, should we kill it?" Takeyasu asked still looking at the creature.

"It seems like a waste of time. I don't care if it lives, it's gonna starve to death. Then again, we might get an earful from the others." He sighed decided to kill it because some idiot will get close to it and won't see there death coming, literally.

The twins put their bags to the ground momentarily, grabbed two large rocks, and slams them against the Celestial Beast's skull. After they are done killing, they fly back to the pawn shop with their loot to exchange them for cash.

#juuni taisen #fanfication #happy thanksgiving

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themusingsofacurlyhairednerd · 7 years

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All My Friends Are Heathens; Part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

TheSuperiorBlake: Everybody still alive?

Trikru: It’s been 6 days

I can’t sleep anymore

Haven’t eaten in nearly a day

IF I HAD HAIR IT WOULD BE FALLING OUT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!

Guns&Roses: lolololololololol

Greenbean: Jasper has gone days without a phone guys

He’s starting to get eye twitches

He’s in the corner muttering to himself under a blanket right now

I think we should call somebody about this.

TheSuperiorBlake: it’s not MY fault the freckled wonder had jasper’s phone in his pocket when he fell of Clarke’s roof.

HeadbandWonder: jasper’ll be fine

MillertheKiller: oh bellamy “fell” did he?

Is that the story we’re going with now?

TheSuperiorBlake: shut ur face Miller!! We have plausible deniability. That party was crazy! No one saw us do anything.

Trikru: except for ur bro

‘cause u know

U PUSHED HIM OFF A ROOF BABE!

TheSuperiorBlake: don’t u text me with that tone

Bellamy didn’t even get a good look at my face

it could have been echo for all he knows

Greenbean: then explain why he hasn’t talked to us in nearly a week

MillertheKiller: midterms?

TrashPrince: we already had midterms u donut hole

MillertheKiller: what did u just call me?

TrashPrince: raven has banned me from cursing

she says if she wanted to date a sailor she would have moved in with Luna and gotten a boyfriend from whatever that stupid beach college is over there

If I curse she gets to pick the movie on movie night

AND SO HELP ME GOD I WILL NOT WATCH ANOTHER DOCUMENTARY ON HOW TO FUEL A CAR WITH POOP!

Guns&Roses: did u say fill a car with poop?

TrashPrince: FUEL U BLOCKHEAD FUEL

Trikru: murphy, I’m getting a feeling u need to go back to Luna for anger management therapy

TrashPrince: I DON’T NEED THERAPY YOU TRASH CAN HEAD

I ONLY NEEDED IT THE FIRST TIME BECAUSE U MONKEYS PISS ME OFF ON A REGULAR BASIS

I’LL PROBABLY DIE OF A HEART ATTACK AT 30 BECAUSE OF YOU DEMONS

i-make-it-go-boom: baby we’ve talked about this

TrashPrince: I HOPE U LIKE DATING ME WHEN I’M FAT FROM ALL THE STRESS EATING U HAVE CAUSED ME REYES

HeadbandWonder: how long have u been watching ur mouth for?

i-make-it-go-boom: 10 minutes

TheSuperiorBlake: chill murphy

TrashPrince: I’M ALWAYS CHILL U SPAWN OF SATAN

HeadbandWonder: debatable

*Iliad & NurseGriffin group chat*

NurseGriffin: how’s the ankle?

Iliad: better than my pride tbh

NurseGriffin: u really twisted it falling off the roof :(

Iliad: Relax, Princess, I’m not gonna sue. ;)

NurseGriffin: Speaking of legal action, what are we going to do about our children? I saw Monty in the hall and as soon as we made eye contact he burst out crying.

Iliad: Monty’s just a pawn in all of this.

That sweet summer child has been brainwashed by my villainous sister into doing her bidding.

NurseGriffin: and the others?

Iliad: Unfortunate accessories.

NurseGriffin: do u have a plan to get back at them? The silent treatment might be working now, but eventually, they’re going to pop back into our lives like little mountain trolls if they think we’re not going to punish them.

Iliad: they can start by cleaning your house

NurseGriffin: they can buy me a NEW house for all the damage -_-

Iliad: either option will take some careful planning.

They’re not going to clean anything up without being bribed.

They barely clean their own dorms.

Hell, I still do Octavia’s laundry.

And Murphy’s, which is now Raven’s since their an item.

I think I’ve got a bag of Jasper’s socks in the trunk of my car...which would explain the smell of death coming from the back seat...

Clarke, be honest, how long have I been the Mom friend?

NurseGriffin: How long has your dad been gone?

Iliad: Let’s see...

Octavia’s 21...

I’m 24...

Oh right. Always.

NurseGriffin: And how long was your Mom working double shifts to pay rent before she died?

Iliad: Forever and a day.

NurseGriffin: So the answer to your question Bellamy Bradbury Blake, is always. You have always been the Mom friend.

Iliad: Don’t you bring Bradbury into this.

He was my emo stage.

LET IT DIE CLARKE!

LET IT DIE!

NurseGriffin: kinda feeling like posting a tbt pick of good old Bradbury with the leather jacket and NO SHIRT ON UNDERNEATH

Iliad: I swear to God Clarke if you bring that picture out again I will share the poem you wrote for me in the 7th grade to Facebook!!

NurseGriffin: that poem wasn’t for u!!

It was for Wells!

I was having ur nerdy ass proof read it for me

AND U LAUGHED AT ME FOR IT!!

Iliad: You are many things, Princess, but Shakespeare you are not.

NurseGriffin: i hate u

Iliad: u love to hate me

That’s our thing

NurseGriffin: maybe i hate u will be our always ;)

Iliad: I hate you

NurseGriffin: <3

*Blake Siblings Chat*

Iliad: “ Ah me, my child, your birth was bitterness. Why did I raise you? If only you could sit by your ships untroubled, not weeping, since indeed your lifetime is to be short, of no length. Now it has befallen that your life must be brief and bitter beyond all men's.”

TheSuperiorBlake: why are u like this?

Iliad: That’s a long list.

*Operation Bellarke Group Chat*

TheSuperiorBlake: guys bellamy is pissed!!

He’s quoting the Iliad at me again.

Trikru: good-bye my love

Our story was all too brief

May we meet again

HeadbandWonder: amen

*The Blake Siblings chat*

Iliad: I have my terms if you and your delinquent friends want to meet at a neutral space to discuss them.

TheSuperiorBlake: if we refuse?

Iliad: 1) Suddenly you’ll find that you--all of you--have $300 of overdue library fines

2) Your dirty laundry will be dumped on the lawn of your sorority house for all to see. This is not just for you. I have several pairs of Murphy’s underwear that I highly doubt he wants the world to see.

3) Officer Kane will get an anonymous tip that the abandon warehouse on Arkadia drive is being used for a party house every 3rd Saturday of the month.

TheSuperiorBlake: U WOULDN’T

Iliad: Have you met me?

TheSuperiorBlake: yes

ur a push over

AND AFRAID OF UR FEELINGS AND WE R NOT MEETING UNTIL U ADMIT TO CLARKE THAT U LOVE HER!!!

*Operation Bellarke*

Greenbean: $300 IN LIBRARY FINES???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MillertheKiller: somebody pls help!

Monty is crying all over my new leather couch

HE WON’T STOP

HE JUST KEEPS SCREAMING ABOUT LIBRARY FINES

TrashPrince: SON OF A &^%$!

WHICH ONE OF U TURD MUFFIN MOUNTAIN TROLLS LEFT MY COOKIE MONSTER BOXERS ON UR LAWN?!?!?!

I STG OCTAVIA IF IT WAS U I WILL END U

IN A CRIMINAL WAY

WITH A BASEBALL BAT THAT WOULD MAKE NEGAN PROUD

U GLAZED DONUT!!

HeadbandWonder: raven u want to translate that?

is a glazed donut a bad thing?

i can’t tell if Murphy is just listing things he’s stress eating or attempting to curse.

TrashPrince: shut up u basket head

i’m pissed off!!

my underwear is all over instagram!!!

MillertheKiller: oh were we not supposed to post the pic lincoln sent?

TrashPrince: @#$@%^&%#%#@$^(*()&!$%^&*)*^%##$%^$#!!!!!!!!

Trikru: i think we broke him

i-make-it-go-boom: ECHO JUST TEXTED ME!!!! THE COPS FOUND OUR PARTY HOUSE!!!!!

Trikru: the warehouse??????

i-make-it-go-boom: yep

Guns&Roses: isn’t that the place jasper grows his weed?

i-make-it-go-boom: yep

MillertheKiller: who’s the rat?!

TheSuperiorBlake: guys

I think it’s time we met up with Bellamy

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blackpowerisreal · 3 years

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QUESTION WHAT PIECE ARE YOU ON THE CHESSBOARD? I WAS A PAWN AT THE AGE OF 13, LEARNED HOW TO BE A BISHOP BY 15, AT 17 I WAS A COMFORTABLE KNIGHT. BECAUSE OF A RAT I GOT LOCKED UP AT 19 YEARS OLD AND LEARNED HOW TO BE A ROOK. CAME HOME AT 25, AND FOUND A PERFECT QUEEN, AND THE FEDS FRAMED ME WHEN I WAS 29. I HAD TO LEARN HOW TO BE A KING IN THE FEDS TO MAKE IT OUT OF THERE AT 35. NOW IM A 40 YEAR ON MAN BEING PLAYED WITH BY A CHILD! SO I ASK WHAT PIECE ARE YOU ON THE CHESSBOARD? WHATSOEVER YOUR ANSWER IS IS DON’T MATTER CAUSE I’VE BEEN OFF THE BOARD SINCE 2013, I JUST MOVE THE PIECE!! THE GAME BEEN OVER AND I SEE MATE IN THREE! DON’T LOSE YOUR QUEEN BRO!! YOU PUTTING YOURSELF IN THE LINE OF FIRE AND YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW! (at I'm Not A Runner) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQG2RieAh6t/?utm_medium=tumblr

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dogboysweetheart · 5 years

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The Ones We Forget: Lamb And Leaf Teaser

(Just before ! If you like this please like and I will post more if this story)

Warning: mature language, mention of unhealthy relationships, heavy mention of Suicide, and metion to cancer/cancer related death. If you continue reading please know these things will come up and I mean to show no sensitive (such as deppression/death of a loved one) in a positive funny light.

I slashed the puddle and turned away tears tearing ravines in my cheeks. “Heh, seems like you finally are getting over him....Good, best to forget that bastered” I swore Smiling to my self As I watched my step bother talk to Gizmo.

He’s moving on from us, by us I mean me and his so called fiancé Leaf. I-I hate him, Leaf, it’s his fault my bother is so fucked in the head now. Just cause that bastered had a one night stand and was to immutre to tell my bother what happened Leon has to go on not wanting to trust anyone.

I wish I had realized sooner how bad their relationship was, I mean I could tell he was hella-clingy...But to try to stop my bother from coming to see me before I died, that’s when I figured the whole thing out. That’s when every thing that rat of a cat said became clear.

Leaf was a obsessive and controlling, cause’ see Leaf had some twisted morals, like Leon could never so much as look at another girl or guy but he seem to have no problem sleeping up and down the whole town. And another thing-he would tell my bother who he could or could not hang out with and guess who did not get to see her bother till she was hafe dead with stage 4 lung cancer?

This girl~. I hate him, nobody fucks with my family and now I realized that he played my bro like a pawn. “ Ya fuck you Leaf” I snarled swiping tears out of my face.

“awww that’s no way to talk to your almost brother in law is it Lamb~?” That voice ,No way in hell would he show his face to m- “why so surprised? Is it so weird to see a fellow dead person in the land of the dead?” He purred my blood went cold. “How fucking dare you show your face around here.” I breathed out rage carving at my stomach and heart.

“ Lamb, listen whatever fantasy you have in your head about what I did to my Leon. Well it’s just that a fantasy. Ever thought about Leon actually not wanting to see you? I mean your not that important y’know?”

“ he’s not yours, you disgusting asshat. You never listen, you want me to hear you out? Hear the ‘truth’ huh? Then tell me something, what kind of fiancé slits their writs the day of their wedding and leaves the groom to see their dead body? Huh? What kind of fucked up world dose that rotting brain live in! Tell me that Leaf!”

I struggle to catch my breath I was shuddering with the force of controlling myself. He stared at me, a smirk came across his tan striped face a glen of hatred entering his Pale yellow eyes.

He shrugged “ the same world that lets a ‘so-called sister’ die of stage 4 cancer and think it’s okay to put blame on your bothers lover? You not free of charge, maybe it’s your fault I died, that’s what Leon thought!”

I stared at him, how dare he blame me! “ you kept my bother from me untill I was on my death bed, you made me suffer, what? Because you wanted my brother all to your self?! Ya hell no am I gonna sit here and let you think you did nothing wrong.” I spat out, I have never felt so much hate for a single person in my life.

“ He isn’t your brother, stop calling him that, he was a foster child that your parent took pity on. And to answer why I did what I did, well I was bored!” He got in my face and leered up at me.

“No.” I hissed my emotion slashing my heart to pieces “ what? Don’t want to accept how little you meant to him? You pry think I’m the rodent here but guess what, your the girl blaming a poor old victim like me? For what, well maybe ruining the life of their useless ‘brother’?”

That was it, the last straw. No one would ever talk about my brother like that, no one has the right to hurt him. I launched on to him pinning him to the ground by his throat.

“Fuck you! He’s my fucking brother, and you your the one who should never have been born! Damn you, I know why you took you paffetict life! You realized how disgusting you are, when Leon proposed to you finally got it threw you puney brain! My brother loved you with every inch of his soul! My brother would have protected your disgusting body with every drop of his magic! And what did you do? You realized you slept with everyone on your block and you couldn’t stand it! You could never tell him how useless you were so you took your life, and left you mangled body for Leon to see, not even so much as a note for you so called lover!”

Tears streamed from both of our eyes mingling in the ground as he chocked “ s-so w-hat are you gonna *cough* gonna do? Kill me...? Don’t you get it? You can’t kill something twice!!”

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PRIME EVIL (1988, d. Roberta Findlay)

Recently, my dear Scumbags, I watched a horror movie that I simply must tell you about. It deals with a woman who is haunted by dark secrets in her family history. It keeps her from enjoying everyday life, and she only begins to unravel more and more when a tragic death rocks her world. In her time of need, she brusquely pushes away those around her who would provide the help she really needs, and instead turns to spiritualism, only to realize once it’s far too late, and she’s burned all her bridges, that she has been an unwitting pawn in the machinations of a bloodthirsty demonic cult for her entire life, a sacrificial lamb destined for the abbatoir since birth. That movie, of course, is 1988’s Prime Evil. Wait, what movie did YOU think I was talking about?

Prime Evil was the final film to be directed by exploitation auteur Roberta Findlay. Her story is a fascinating one: alongside her husband Michael, she wrote and directed a number of sadomasochistic sexploitation films in the 1960s. Under the tutelage of George Weiss, who produced Ed Wood’s cross-dressing classic Glen or Glenda, the Findlays began spicing up their skin flicks with touches of seedy violence, essentially creating the “roughies” genre, alongside fellow New York City filmmakers Joe Sarno, Joseph P. Mawra, and Lou Campa. By the 1970s, the couple transitioned into making straight up slashers, including the super controversial 1976 feature Snuff, arguably an early example of found footage horror. The next year, Michael Findlay was tragically killed in a horrific helicopter crash on the roof of the Pan Am building. Roberta soldiered on, directing a number of genre classics on her own, including two in 1985 alone: Tenement and The Oracle. Prime Evil, unfortunately, is not a classic. In some regards, it is barely even a movie. Miss Findlay clearly had some lofty ambitions with this film, but attempted to execute them on a grindhouse, run and gun, down and dirty production. Because of this, Prime Evil is a fascinating failure, the type of film that works best when watched with like-minded friends, and preferably at some level of inebriation.

We open in a church in the 1300s, where some good ol’ terrible narration explains that the plague is in full effect, and the priests believe that it is God punishing those who aren’t holy enough, so a few priests were like, fuck this noise, we’re taking our talents to Hades. There’s a meeting with a bunch of priests, and the head priest is like, yo, Father Thomas, what’s with you, man? And Father Thomas is like, didn’t you hear the narration? I’m on Satan’s team now, God is wack. They converse about this, but Roberta Findlay must’ve not liked the dialogue, so the narrator comes back in to drown them out. Then the head priest is like, I’m gonna excommunicate you, Father Thomas, but Father Thomas is like, lol nope, and decapitates this head priest with a giant sword, and it’s awesome. Father Thomas is like, news flash bitches, I’m running this show, and I’m Satan Squad all day, so don’t get in my way. Some dork-ass priest is like oh noooooo! So Father Thomas awkwardly slashes him across the stomach with his sword, and the guy awkwardly falls down some stairs, and even the movie can’t stand to look at this, because it fades to black, mid-fall, like it’s embarrassed.

Cut to: present day Boston, though the film was obviously shot in New York City, to the point where nearly every synopsis I’ve read incorrectly says that the film takes place there. Anyway, an old priest dies while holding a weird amulet. A nun, Sister Angela, goes to the bishop and is like, hey bishop, I think Satanists killed that old priest, and I have a story about my mom being murdered by Satanists in Egypt or something, it’s kinda boring, Liam probably zoned out during this part. And shockingly enough, the bishop is like, yup, we know, it was totally a satanic cult, we just don’t know how to handle this pesky problem. So Sister Angela is like, hey, let me go undercover and infiltrate the cult and do nothing else until the final scene of the movie. The bishop is apprehensive for like five seconds, but then agrees, under the stipulation that Sister Angela must renounce her vows so she can do all sorts of evil cult stuff, which in this movie means smash a plaster crucifix with a hammer and burn her nun uniform. Umm, hail Satan?

Honestly, nothing about this cult makes much sense. They’re still lead by Father Thomas (whose last name, we find out, is Seton. GET IT?!?!) Members of the cult have to sacrifice a family member who is a virgin, and in exchange they get “13 years of immortality,” which is an oxymoron. That is not how immortality works! Why would you agree to some cockamamie plan where you have to renew your immortality clause or whatever every 13 years or start to age again? Is worshiping Satan like going to the DMV? Actually, that kinda makes sense.

So all of a sudden, this blonde lady is making out in a hallway with some dude who looks like Kevin Nealon. But wait, what? I thought Sister Angela was our main character? Is it now this lady? Anyway, she goes in and sees Alex, who is her job recruiter of some kind? Apparently blondie used to be a prostitute before she joined this like, temp agency? So Alex is like, hey, I got you a job interview at 2:30 tomorrow, it’s for a paralegal job…on Wall Street! To which blondie animatedly replies, “Wall Street?!?!” And I died a thousand tiny deaths.

Now we get to see blondie and Kevin Nealon hitchin’ a ride into the bone zone, Findlay style. But oh gosh, they’re interrupted by a homicidal maniac in a handyman’s uniform! Wait, what?! But fortunately, Kevin Nealon knows karate! WAIT, WHAT?!?! So he awkwardly does karate at this schlubby murderer for a minute, but then whoops, he still gets stabbed in the back, contorting his body like a Merce Cunningham dancer. Which is weird. So blondie runs down the stairs, before our killer catches up via a convenient jump cut, and knocks blondie out with some sort of tranquilizer. As he’s carrying her out of the building, some guy passes them and goes, “She have too much to drink?” To which our schlubby murderer replies, in a lifeless monotone, “Yes.” And the guy responds, “Have fun, man!” EWW EWW EWW EWW EWW EWW EWW EWW EWW.

Since every cut to a new scene in this movie feels like violent whiplash, all of a sudden we’re at a gym, and Alex is working out with her friend. This friend is the most obnoxious character I’ve seen in a movie in awhile. She yells all of her lines in an exaggerated Valley Girl accent like a Siobhan Fallon SNL character for no reason, grunts loudly while using the machines, is constantly shoving chips and other junk food down her throat, and only wants to talk about sexytimes. She asks Alex if her boyfriend, Bill, is any good in bed, which really upsets Alex for some reason, and they get into a fight, which ends with the friend yelling the amazing line, “WHY DON’T YA WANNA GET POKED?!?!”

Suddenly, Alex and Bill are in the back of a horse-drawn carriage, riding through the part of Boston that looks just like Central Park. Without being prompted, Alex begins to go into excruciating detail as to why she don’t wanna get poked. Turns out, when she was 6 years old, her father sold her to a ring of child pornographers before mysteriously disappearing, yup, the movie really goes THERE. Clearly and understandably, she’s still deeply traumatized by all of this, which is why she and Bill still haven’t had sex despite the fact that they’re ENGAGED. But then, in basically the next scene, she’s hanging out with her rich lush of a mother, and she’s like, hey, come with me to Grandpa’s Christmas party, and the mom is rightfully like, you mean the father of the man who sold my daughter into sexual slavery as a child? Yeah, no thanks, I never wanna see anyone in that family ever again. GOOD IDEA, LUSH MOM! But Alex is like, oh c’mon, Grandpa is nice.

Plot twist: Grandpa ISN’T nice! In fact, Grandpa is a Satanist, and he’s going to sacrifice Alex at their next ceremony in order to renew that bullshit immortality contract. Apparently last time he offered up his son, Alex’s father, and that’s why he ain’t around no more. But, didn’t it have to be a virgin who was sacrificed? Umm, don’t worry about it. Father Thomas has the amazing line, “You’re being very flippant for a man about to sacrifice his granddaughter.” But Grandpa doesn’t just want to do that, he wants to overthrow Father Thomas and rule the world, or something, basically it’s all talk and nothing ever comes of it.

OK, this is taking forever, because something batshit insane happens every two minutes in this movie, so I’m gonna ramp it up a bit: Alex meets Father Thomas and begins to fall under his Satanic influence, thanks to his handsome eyes and Shatneresque line delivery. This rightfully upsets Bill, but Alex screams in his face every time he brings up how inappropriate this PRIEST acts around her. Dude, Bill, my guy, between the crazy family and the lustful priest and the no sex, why would you marry this woman?! The Satanists basically waterboard Alex’s lush mom with alcohol, which somehow Alex doesn’t hear despite being right next door to it happening. She moves in with Grandpa. Father Thomas makes out with her after the funeral, which, holy shit! Schlubby murderer abducts more ladies, including a hooker whom he basically reverse psychologies into roofying herself (in a scene set to Seinfeld style slap bass, no less!), a wise-cracking teen prostitute character they introduce solely to be abducted, and Alex’s slutty gym rat snack friend. Turns out schlubby murderer is doing all this because he wants to be a part of the Satanic cult, but Father Thomas is like, lol bro you may hang with us, but you’ll never be ONE of us, because you’re a creep and no one likes you. Somehow Bill starts to figure out that Father Thomas is behind all this murdering and Satanic chicanery, and goes to confront him, but whoops, schlubby murderer throws him off a roof. At least we get a pretty good bad dummy shot out of it!

At this point, you may be asking yourself, is there a bumbling police detective in this movie? Well of course there is! I think his name is Dan and he’s got a mustache! He’s investigating the disappearance of blondie from the beginning, and gets wrapped up in all this drama with Alex’s family because of it. Based on one phone conversation with Bill shortly before he’s murderized, he somehow puts together the entire satanic plot, including knowing that it’s going to happen during the winter solstice on December 21st, which, whatever, the movie has to end somehow, right? So Mustache Dan and his partner go to arrest Father Thomas, and during their confrontation, Mustache Dan utters what is actually the best line in the entire movie, a line that puts even “WHY DON’T YA WANNA GET POKED?!” to shame. Get ready for it...

“Cut the crap, fart breath!”

Slow clap for that. Slow clap. Brilliant.

Finally, the sacrificial ceremony can begin! Alex is all loopy under Father Thomas’s sexy spell, everyone has gathered in their finest Sunn O))) robes. Even Satan himself is there, and you guys, Satan in this movie is played by a tiny adorable puppet. It looks like if the baby from Eraserhead had bat wings and was made of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos. It is terrible and charming. Father Thomas begins the proceedings by introducing everyone to blondie, slutty gym rat snack friend, and wise-cracking teen prostitute. He’s like, these ladies are the brides of Satan now, so go ahead and show the audience dem titties! Naturally, they oblige. Suddenly, we see Sister Angela standing in the corner, and remember that she’s in the movie. Grandpa is ready to sacrifice Alex, and all the satanists begin to awkwardly grind on each other. Schlubby murderer wants in on some of them libations of the flesh, and grabs Sister Angela. Sister Angela is like nope, I didn’t sign up for THIS shit, and slashes his throat. Then she stabs Grandpa to death, before he can sacrifice Alex. Then, oh my gosh, she stabs the tiny adorable Satan puppet to death! RIP Satan puppet! All of the occultists begin to age rapidly and turn into corpses, like a less impressive version of the climax of The Devil’s Rain. Father Thomas runs up some stairs, yelling “You’ve won this time!” as if he’s a goddamn Scooby-Doo villain. All of the women are safe, and Sister Angela has some dumb line that includes the phrase “prime evil” but who cares.

The movie ends with a real estate agent lady showing a church to some guy, which is not how churches work I don’t think, and we’re supposed to not know who this guy is even though it’s glaringly obvious, and of course it’s Father Thomas, and he’s like, why don’t we check out the basement, mwahahahaha! And then the camera zooms in on him twice, just to really make sure we all get it. But wait, how can you restart the cult if Satan has been stabbed to death? How are you not a rotting pile of bones now that Satan has been stabbed to death? Get outta here with this ending!

Now, I wanna give this movie a fair shake. Yes, it is bonkers. Yes, the dialogue and the acting are both laughable. Yes, the camerawork and the editing are shoddy. Yes, the kills are mostly dull. But as I was making my way through the movie, trying desperately to make heads or tails of the madness unfolding onscreen, I suddenly began to think to myself…did Roberta Findlay secretly make a film about abuse?

Alex, the main character, is defined by the trauma of her childhood. It rules her everyday life, it keeps her from enjoying meaningful friendships and an intimate relationship with her boyfriend. However, despite all of this, she still lets herself be groomed for further abuse by Father Thomas, and remains oblivious to the fact that she is being groomed until it is nearly too late. That really struck me. Was this intentional on Roberta Findlay’s part? Was she trying to make a statement about how women can become complicit in the machinations of their abusers? Would I have thought of this if the film wasn’t directed by a woman? Am I giving Prime Evil too much credit, seeing a feminist message in a blood n’ boobs cheapie? Either way, there’s no denying that, whether it’s amassing an impressive oeuvre of sleazy underground classics, or infiltrating a weirdly bureaucratic Satanic cult, sisters are doing it for themselves.

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