#and stabbing

[catsplushellhounds]

im having a lot of feelings today the only thing it will make me feel better is seeing armand and daniel fucking very nasty like rn

[tricornonthecob]

I'm looking at a hi-res map of London made in the 1760s for *purposes,* and the first place I zoomed in on had a thing called "Stab Yard."

Now, I have never once crossed the Atlantic, and I know. I know. They mean stable yard. But "Stab Yard" somehow feels deeply appropriate.

[redwolfstabs]

Everytime I use tumblr on my phone my phone decides “hmmmMMFFFF ITS TOO HOT. TOO HOT. WERE NOT WORKING ANYMORE.”

Alright, well-

[thestalkerbunny]

His name is Judas. He is the only person in the world to be repeatedly rejected by Patrons to become a Warlock.

Most all of my Tieflings have a sort of inflated self love for themselves regardless of how their world views them (granted they'll be wrecks in other areas, but they never hate themselves for what they are as a race.) This guy seems to be the exception. He loathes being a tiefling and finds great anger in the fact he is one. It's to the point where he'd rather be any  other creature. But the problem also lies in the fact he holds all other races in a sort of contempt. He's universally unsatisfied with everyone and everything. He has little patience, little empathy and expresses most of his emotions thru stabbing people in an unhealthy way. He's possessive, aggressive and obsessive most of the time, he's a Tiefling who truly took the 'tieflings are vile rancid awful creatures' and ran with it, not just ran with it, full tilt NASCAR leaned into it.

He's like the poster child for any propaganda to be used against tieflings and the semi-good name most of them have accumulated. There's probably some subtle longing to be understood and loved, but anytime his brain dares to have that kind of chemical reaction, he just stabs the source of it thru the hand and hopes that solves the problem. Otherwise, it's going to be a very long and painful existence for whoever is unfortunate enough to cause such feelings in him. Judas does not ‘catch feels’ as the kids so call it.

[worstloki]

the mortifying ideology of having a physical body is cancelled

[mr-mcstabby]

Starter for @okhotilsya:

Sitting on the couch within his own childhood home Michael Myers considered the current status of him within the Entity’s realm. He had come of his own accord, which seemed to be a rarity for this place. Of course, he had his own motivations; with the promise of his sister’s appearance and the ability to tear her and any others down in his way Michael was more than willing to collaborate with the being. There was nothing more satisfying than watching blood drizzle from an open wound, its deep red soaking the fabric surrounding it and staining the Earth below. When he killed, he killed indiscriminately; he no longer found any life worth sparing, not even the life of his own flesh and blood. Michael’s main motivation was simple; Michael’s main motivation was murder.

Still, he had come to realize that for some of the killers here that motivation was not always the same.

It struck him as odd, with their status as killers he knew of everyone’s thirst for blood. However, some drew a line. There were those whose love for brutality and beastly instincts were calmed by a certain type of person or crowd. Michael found that his curiosity on the subject was far too great due to his lack of understanding. With the possibility of littering the Earth with more bodies, why show any form of favoritism? It showed weakness, reminding him of the days when he himself was weak. He wanted to take it all back and start over; it was a foolish time in the life he had lived.

At the same time, he wanted to know more.

Of course, he still had his own motivations, but he was interested in learning about the motivations of others, particularly one other. Standing up from his spot on the couch Myers picked up his beloved mask, pulling it on and situating it slowly and methodically. With the mask in place the killer walked towards the realm’s exit, the only unobstructed view of his real face being a light blue stare saturated with indifference. Knowing of the killer’s silent intentions the Entity opened up its doors, the realm leading out to nothing but a foggy wasteland. Without thinking twice the masked man walked out of his realm, continuing forward until the area shifted around him.

Within the fog he saw trees in the distance, with trees brought wooden walls, with wooden walls brought small shacks, and with small shacks brought the entirety of the Red Forrest: home of Miss Anna herself. The mannerisms of the woman intrigued him, as he found the mother inside her madness to be deathly inviting. With one hand she could provide one’s soul protection, with the other she could bring about one’s end with a single throw of her hatchet. Michael had grown to learn more about her methods, but he had yet to learn more about her as a whole. This situation was what he was intending to change. Walking up to her door-less abode he knocked along its frame, signaling his entry. He did not take into account the possibility of her being in a trial, so he hoped that his travels would not be met with absence.

[lunagames]

More importantly, I dearly hope similar hobbies only means Laslow has discovered his inner chef. And not the other thing.