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akuma-tenshi · 5 months

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my newest raymond shitposts, all made during / right after a panic attack to help calm down

#rambling #end roll #raymond costa #end roll raymond #fairia adelista #end roll fairia #walter bartley #end roll walter

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gavinom123 · 1 year

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My second piece for Phantasmagoria: An Indie RPG Fanbook, this time for the game END ROLL! Had so much fun including all these little details hehe

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awkwardlyfangirly · 7 months

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I love the Dreamsend, Inc. characters from End Roll SO MUCH. I love their relationships I love their personalities I love their designs I LOVE THEM. and so I wrote a fic about Raymond and Walter after the events of the game :P

(ignore the way I get lost and incoherent when I have to figure out how to end a story)

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end roll fanfiction ~ takes place after the game so big spoilers lolol you've been warned ~ takes place after the true ending ~ tw/cw: mentions of suicide

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Maybe the news shouldn't have been so much of a shock. Raymond had talked to the boy - stood right in front of him - seen the haunted darkness in his eyes. He'd seen how much guilt the boy carried on his shoulders.

He kept trying to tell himself not to feel so… responsible for it. It wasn't his fault that Russell had killed himself. If anyone had seen it coming or had been able to prevent it, they would have. No one was happy with this outcome. No one ever wanted it to happen.

But still. Raymond felt the guilt, gnawing at him like it must have gnawed at Russell. If only he’d talked to him longer. If only he’d held the boy by the shoulders and really dug into him - how are you doing. really. do you need anything? we don’t want your mind to crack.

No one had even considered that Russell’s mind might snap under the pressure. All they thought about was succeeding. All they thought about was get him to repent.

Raymond missed the kid. He’d been a little odd, sure, but he’d been so brave, and so smart. There had been a lot going on in that boy’s head.

And now it was all gone.

It was haunting, really, to remember that bright and vibrant world; and then to remember how completely and utterly it had been destroyed. There was no trace left of it. None at all.

Raymond had been looking forward to talking to the kid after he’d gotten out. He had so many questions for him. That place had been messed up. And he wanted to see the kid’s face relax for once. He wanted to see him smile, for once.

Dang.

Well, it was getting late. Walter would be on his back tomorrow for not finishing all of the paperwork he’d been handed; but it had been such a thick, aggressive stack slammed down on his desk so early in the morning, and Raymond had never thrived in an office. This was his max. No more paperwork tonight. His head was fuzzy. He needed a drink.

Raymond switched off his office light and trudged down the hall. The air had been so tense, so gloomy, ever since the incident, as everyone called it in hushed whispers. Dreamsend, Inc. had just taken a major hit. And no one was taking it well.

There were several other employees still in the building this late. They ignored Raymond. He did the same.

A gust of hot, wet wind hit Raymond as soon as he opened the door. It was stormy tonight. There wasn’t much rain yet, thankfully. Only a few drizzly droplets.

Raymond tugged his hat down firmer on his head and marched on. The bar was only a few drops away. He’d be fine.

He was drenched by the time he finally got inside the bar. Out of breath and dripping. Now, at least, he looked as gross as he felt.

The bartender knew him. She waved as he approached.

“Pretty stormy out there, huh?”

“Don’t remind me.” He ordered and glanced around himself.

There was a blond man two seats down from him at the bar, staring at his own glass and obviously trying not to notice Raymond.

“...Walter?”

The man got up to leave.

“What are you doing here?” Walter at a bar was somehow the last thing Raymond could have expected. Walter seemed like he’d drink wine alone in his living room. Or drink coffee in his office, late at night. Honestly, that’s where Raymond expected him to be. Bent over a desk, stressing about the public nightmare that Russell’s situation was turning into. Filing hundreds and hundreds of pages of paperwork. Eyebrows sharp and fingers flying.

Walter sighed and finally looked over at Raymond, his eyes narrowed and angry.

“None of your concern,” he huffed. “I was just leaving, anyway.”

“No, you weren’t. Hey. Sit down. I’ll buy you a drink.”

Walter wavered.

“C’mon. I could use the company.”

Walter let out another long sigh and sat down, still a seat away.

The bartender brought him a fresh drink and he stared down at it, running his fingers over the glass.

Raymond hadn’t seen Walter in a few days; they’d both been so caught up in the chaos that had erupted ever since they’d received the panicked screams over the intercom. He took advantage of this moment to study him.

His eyes were sunken, rimmed with black; his lips chapped and shaky; his complexion pale and dry. The skin around his fingernails was chewed raw.

Raymond bit his lip. He knew Walter was upset about everything - but he hadn’t expected to see him rattled like this. Walter didn’t get rattled. He just got stressed.

But the man sitting next to him right now had obviously not slept in a few days, or eaten a solid meal, or even drawn a proper breath. He was beyond stressed. He was disturbed. Haunted.

“You good?” Raymond asked, softly.

Walter glared at him.

“Obviously not,” he snapped. “That kid - that kid was supposed to be our first success. Our first ever success. I was so proud. So excited. But he - he -”

Walter curled his fist tight around the glass and thumped his head against the bartop.

He stayed like that for a while. Raymond sipped his drink.

Walter lifted his head again.

“He was supposed to be the one,” he mumbled. “The only one to actually work. I had so much faith in him.”

Raymond ran his fingers along the wet ring on the bartop.

“You know he wasn’t, like, just a test subject, right?” he said, softly.

“Hm? Yeah, yeah, of course.”

“I mean it. He was fourteen, you know. He was just a kid. And - and we made him feel so guilty he offed himself. We did our job a little too well. Don’t you feel bad about that, Walter? Stop blaming him for dying. We were the ones who killed him.”

“We didn’t kill him, you idiot -”

“Yes, we did! We did and you know it!!”

The bartender shot them both a dirty look. Raymond fell silent.

“I’m so disgusted at myself,” he said, quietly. “At the both of us, really, if I’m being honest.”

Walter didn’t reply.

“Don’t you feel guilty about it, Walter? Even a little? You have to realize the hand you played in it.”

Walter bit at his fingernail.

“Whatever.”

It was getting hot and loud in Raymond’s chest. If he looked at Walter any longer, he’d start yelling. And then he’d get kicked out.

He left some money for the bartender and stood up. He was almost dry now. Maybe it wouldn’t be raining outside anymore. He could only hope, right?

Walter was bent over the bartop again when he left. His shoulders were shaky.

Raymond stepped into the hot, musky air outside. The door slammed behind him.

For a moment, he considered heading back to the office to finish the paperwork. Don’t worry, Russell. I won’t forget about you. I’ll do the paperwork for you.

But in the end, he just turned around and went home.

It didn’t rain for the rest of the night.

#end roll #end roll spoilers #end roll fanfiction #my writing #cw suicide #tw suicide #raymond costa #walter bartley

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concert-bflat · 2 years

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“this is the very kindness that hurt Russell, and it is now hurting him.“

i just think this fic (by demios) was cool

#end roll #end roll (game)#dogma toscarina #walter bartley #dogma (end roll)#walter (end roll)#fanfic fanart #i'm still confused about how to tag this #but anyway like #the walter characterization? splendid #the angst? absolutely wonderful #idk what the rules for making fanart of fanfics is but uh....#and the op's probably forgotten about this fic by now but uhhhh #too bad i wanna show my appreciation

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beevean · 1 year

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#castlevania #poll #shaft castlevania #carmilla castlevania #graham jones #walter bernhard #celia fortner #isaac laforeze #brauner #barlowe #elizabeth bartley #i saw someone asking the same question on reddit #and it felt like every villain had their share of fans lol #i wonder if shaft will super win lol

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lboogie1906 · 1 month

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The Tuskegee Airmen were a group of African-American and Caribbean-born military pilots who fought in WWII. They formed the 332nd Fighter Group and the 477th Bombardment Group of the Army Air Forces. The name applies to the navigators, bombardiers, mechanics, instructors, crew chiefs, nurses, cooks, and other support personnel.

All African American military pilots who trained in the US trained at Moton Field, the Tuskegee Army Air Field, and were educated at Tuskegee University. The group included five Haitians from the Haitian Air Force and one pilot from Trinidad. It included a Hispanic or Latino airman born in the Dominican Republic.

March 22, 1942 - The first five cadets graduate from the Tuskegee Flying School: Captain Benjamin O. Davis, Jr. and Second Lieutenants Mac Ross,

Charles DeBow, L.R. Curtis, and George S. Roberts. They will become part of my the famous 99th Pursuit Squadron. List of Tuskegge Airmen.

Paul Adams (pilot)

Rutherford H. Adkins

Halbert Alexander

William Armstrong

Lee Archer

Robert Ashby

William Bartley

Howard Baugh

Henry Cabot Lodge Bohler

George L. Brown

Harold Brown

Roscoe Brown

Victor W. Butler

William Burden

William A. Campbell

Herbert Carter

Raymond Cassagnol

Eugene Calvin Cheatham Jr.

Herbert V. Clark

Granville C. Coggs

Thomas T.J. Collins

Milton Crenchaw

Woodrow Crockett

Lemuel R. Custis

Floyd J. Crawthon Jr

Doodie Head

Clarence Dart

Alfonza W. Davis

Benjamin O. Davis Jr. (C/O)

Charles DeBow

Wilfred DeFour

Gene Derricotte

Lawrence Dickson

Charles W. Dryden

John Ellis Edwards

Leslie Edwards Jr.

Thomas Ellis

Joseph Elsberry

Leavie Farro Jr

James Clayton Flowers

Julius Freeman

Robert Friend (pilot)

William J. Faulkner Jr.

Joseph Gomer

Alfred Gorham

Oliver Goodall

Garry Fuller

James H. Harvey

Donald A. Hawkins

Kenneth R. Hawkins

Raymond V. Haysbert

Percy Heath

Maycie Herrington

Mitchell Higginbotham

William Lee Hill

Esteban Hotesse

George Hudson Jr.

Lincoln Hudson

George J. Iles

Eugene B. Jackson

Daniel "Chappie" James Jr.

Alexander Jefferson

Buford A. Johnson

Herman A. Johnson

Theodore Johnson

Celestus King III

James Johnson Kelly

James B. Knighten

Erwin B. Lawrence Jr.

Clarence D. Lester

Theodore Lumpkin Jr

John Lyle

Hiram Mann

Walter Manning

Robert L. Martin

Armour G. McDaniel

Charles McGee

Faythe A. McGinnis

John "Mule" Miles

John Mosley

Fitzroy Newsum

Norman L Northcross

Noel F. Parrish

Alix Pasquet

Wendell O. Pruitt

Louis R. Purnell Sr.

Wallace P. Reed

William E. Rice

Eugene J. Richardson, Jr.

George S. Roberts

Lawrence E. Roberts

Isaiah Edward Robinson Jr.

Willie Rogers

Mac Ross

Robert Searcy

David Showell

Wilmeth Sidat-Singh

Eugene Smith

Calvin J. Spann

Vernon Sport

Lowell Steward

Harry Stewart, Jr.

Charles "Chuck" Stone Jr.

Percy Sutton

Alva Temple

Roger Terry

Lucius Theus

Edward L. Toppins

Robert B. Tresville

Andrew D. Turner

Herbert Thorpe

Richard Thorpe

Thomas Franklin Vaughns

Virgil Richardson

William Harold Walker

Spann Watson

Luke J. Weathers, Jr.

Sherman W. White

Malvin "Mal" Whitfield

James T. Wiley

Oscar Lawton Wilkerson

Henry Wise Jr.

Kenneth Wofford

Coleman Young

Perry H. Young Jr.

#africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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blackpowderbrts · 2 years

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TEAM TICKLE won an Owner-handled Group 2 today in Harriman, TN! We want to thank judge Charles Olvis for the Select Bitch & Best of Breed Owner-handled & judge Walter Sommerfelt for the OH group 2. Tickle - AKC CH Black Powders 3 Cups To a Buzz (born May 24, 2021) s. GCHP CH Russian Bears Play It Again Sam For Old Times Sake, RN "Bogie" d. GCH CH Proud of Being Adelaide Leventon CGCA CGCU TKA "Lilu" Bred by: Tessa Moore & Patty Bartley Shonts Owned by: Ben & Tessa Moore Groomed by: Ben Moore #TickleTheBRT #selectbitch #ownerhandledgroup2 #bestofbreedownerhandled #akcshowdog #akcdogs #akcblackrussianterrier #blackrussianterriers #blackrussianterrier #blackrussianterrierpuppies #blackrussianterrierpuppy #tchiornyterrier #BRT #brtpuppies #workingdog #akcbreederofmerit #akcbredwithheart #preservationbreeder #akcblackrussianterrier #blackpowderkennel #dogstagram #dogs #cutedogs #puppies #groomedbyben #BenTheBRTGroomer https://www.instagram.com/p/CjOXeLOgkJ-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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marysrose · 3 years

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yue life stages

#end roll #yue #fairia adelista #raymond costa #walter bartley #dreamsend inc #segawa #rpg #rpgmaker game #ibispaint x #myart #i find the idea of yue secretly being a senior citizen rly funny #i had to throw walter in there somewhere... hes drinking tea like the bri ish man that he totally 100% is

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aquariiium · 4 years

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This is an end roll blog now/j

#fr it's just my blog so i post bout whatever the fuck i want #i think it's obvious that i care the dreamsend gang very much #end roll rpg #end roll #cody toscarina #dogma toscarina #walter bartley #raymond costa #end roll yue #fairia adelista #artqua

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akuma-tenshi · 9 months

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original from @outofcontextdiscord

#fucking love raymond #end roll #end roll raymond #raymond costa #end roll walter #walter bartley

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yorushikiori · 5 years

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Fanart End Roll boys ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)❤

Who want to be loved by these cutie boys?( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)💕💕💕

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arycola-blog · 5 years

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i had to do this guys

#raymond costa #raymond (end roll)#walter bartley #walter (end roll)#end roll

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dirty-end-roll-confessions-blog · 6 years

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I mean am I wrong? - mod informant

#end roll #end roll (game)#mod informant #dogma toscarina #russell seager #not a confession #gardenia reitman #end roll informant #walter bartley #yumi bombers #end roll chris #mireille nif #raymond costa

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beevean · 4 months

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Headcanon: Walter was the previous Dark Lord of Chaos before Dracula

Not only does he have all of his minions and a very similar castle but he also says that "with his powers he'll surely come back to life". This may be simply referring to him being a vampire as after all even Elizabeth Bartley was resurrected at one point, however this idea of surely resurrecting after some time without any doubt is Dracula's deal specifically and is possible precisely due to his connection to Chaos as we see in AoS

After Elisabetha died Mathias' hatred for God was so intense that it essentially attracted Chaos' attention and it chose him as the new Dark Lord given his greater propensity towards evil when compared to Walter who just lounged in his Castle all night. So Chaos essentially had Death betray Walter (the latter screams "you betrayed me!?" when Death came to claim his soul, plus having Death a creature born from Chaos as your serve is another trait of a Dark Lord) in favor of helping Mathias realise his goals

Lisa's murder centuries later was also subtly orchestrated by Chaos through subtle manipulation of people's evil and paranoia in order to essentially get Dracula off his ass after he was about to abandon the whole "Satan on Earth" deal

I remember you sending a similar headcanon a while ago

I have nothing to add, it makes sense! Also I see you're really leaning onto the idea that Chaos is the Idea of Evil of CV :P

#castlevania #akumajou dracula #lament of innocence #walter bernhard

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sugarstaars · 6 years

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