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The fight is almost over…Morro…he’s on his last leg. He’s getting desperate. He can’t last much longer.
“Just give up, Morro. You know it’s almost your end.”
“Like I’ll surrender to you, little bird,” he rasped. He was exhausted.
“Hold him down.” Her voice was firm, with no room for argument. Upon hearing her command, the others do as she asked. His arms are restrained behind his back, the others on guard, in case he tries something stupid.
“Kaz. Your dagger.”
“Cass, I-”
“Now.”
“…” Kaz reluctantly handed over one of his daggers, Cass’s small smile turning into a wolfish grin as she approached Morro, now shaking in his human restraints.

“Hold him down, 'til the boy stops shaking, hold him down while I slit his throat… hold him down while I slowly break his pride, his trust, his faith and his bones! Cut him down into tiny pieces, throw him down in the great below! When people wonder where the man is, only the ocean and we will know!”

“WAIT! We- we can talk about this,” he basically started begging.
Cass stabbed his hand to the floor, watching him scream out in agony, ignoring the other’s nauseous and disgusted looks, her eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
“STOP! PLEASE!”
You didn’t stop when I begged you to leave my friends alone, so why would I stop?!"
“Cass, please,” Sebastian interjected.
“Silence, Sebastian. Your brother must learn his lesson for the pain and suffering he caused not only this realm, but for me as well.”
“Cass, Sebastian has a point.”
“Kaz…” Cass twisted the knife in Morro’s hand, causing him to cry out in agony again. “I almost lost you to this man…no…this…monster, and yet… you’re sympathizing for him?”
“Cass…”
“ENOUGH, Kaz! I will not take any more criticism from you. I’m doing what I must.”
Cass rips out the dagger from Morro’s hand, plunging it into the other one, giving it the same treatment, a cruel smile on her face. After mutilating his hands, she moves to his shoulders, stabbing them repeatedly.
“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HELPLESS?! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW PAIN?! ALL OF THE SUFFERING I’VE BEEN THROUGH-”
“Haven’t I suffered enough?! STOP!”
“YOU DIDN’T STOP WHEN I BEGGED YOU! TOLD ME TO CLOSE OFF MY HEART!”
“STO-”
Finally, Morro’s words are cut off by the ting of a blade, and his words are now replaced by raspy gurgles, and blood dripping down his throat.
“After…everything you’ve done…how will you sleep at night?”
“…Next to my boyfriend.”

Hey guys, I’m trying to really get my creative writing skills up, so if there’s anything you want me to write a little blurb about, I’d really appreciate it if you gave me some ideas!
Here are some ‘criterion’ I’m looking for in requests:

• Title (If you can come up with one!)
• Prompt (Give as many details as you can, while still allowing me lots of creative freedom!)
• Character Names (It’s super hard for me to come up with character names, so if you have some already in mind, that’d be great!) (Preferably no obvious fandom names!)

NOTES:
I DO NOT WRITE SM^T, EVEN THOUGH ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+, UNLESS REQUESTED. THIS MEANS ROMANCE IS A NO-GO, UNLESS THEY ARE 16+ (AND IT IS REQUESTED)! I’D ALSO LIKE TO REFRAIN FROM WRITING FANDOM PROMPTS, JUST IN CASE I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT.

With that, I’d also like to ask that people ask for one prompt at a time! If you should like to request more than one, I ask that you wait until everyone else who has asked receives their prompt! Thank you for your understanding!
~Belladonna

Also this is a real person that Identifies as an ACTA or Age change to another.

It’s similar to RCTA, ECTA, or DCTA (Race change to another), (Ethnicity change to another) or (Disability change to another)

I honestly really hate the [x]CTA. It’s hard to put into words, but that is not something you can change. You cannot change your race. You cannot change your ethnicity. Those are literally genetic. You cannot change your age-you cannot undo what time has done to just change a number. You cannot change a disability-if you have one, you can’t just change it because you’re feeling ‘silly.’ That can be and is very offensive to those that have those disabilities. It’s frustrating, and honestly, I’m not sure how people can actually live with themselves like that. They should know that this kind of behavior is socially and kind of morally wrong. :/

Wubbrle the Wubble... Kat started it and made it tradition. <33

RIP yourlocalsanjifan, you will be missed.

@ick said in bro its the fucking febuary 14th:

and the one random teenage girl who’s probably posting on tiktok about how single she is for pure attention

PLEASE that’s crazy

As you look around the surrounding area, you realize just how much damage has been caused. Burning rubble of buildings, abandoned and not. Screams of far-off families, trying to find their loved ones. You see your fellow party members on the ground, dead, or nearly dead, bleeding out into the deep snow. Only you remain, on the brink of death, your energy slipping away, and you can feel your hands getting colder by the minute, with Morro in front of you, an amused smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh, you poor little dove… I was really hoping that you and your friends would have proven more of a challenge for me. Such a shame I was able to make them all drop like flies.”
Morro saunters closer to you, stopping just in front of you, looking down at you with that wolfish smirk, as you scramble back in the snow, leaving a trail of blood behind you as you go.

“Why did you go after them?! I’m the human he found to save the world! It’s me that you want!”
Morro chuckles sinisterly, the kind of laugh that would send a chill down your spine and make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “Oh, little dove…I know that you’re the one I wa-”
“Then why?! Why them?! Why not just take me and kill me already?!”
“Because it causes you more pain, little dove. The more pain you experience…the more enjoyable it is for me.”

You keep scrambling back, desperate to be away from this man. No…this monster. He killed your friends…your ‘family’. It doesn’t really seem to matter how far you try to get from him, though…he’s gaining on you. You’re losing blood. Lots of it, and fast.

“You’re a real- bastard, you know that? A monster. You killed my friends! My family, just to make me hurt more?! Do you realize how fucked up that is?! How would you like it if you were in my shoes?!”
“That’s the difference between us, little dove–I wouldn’t be in your shoes. I am…so much more than a sad little adventurer who got told they could save the world…”

This is based around the D&D campaign me and my boyfriend are running.

aww, that’s so sweet that you actually wrote that out for your bf <333 I’m so happy for you guys ^-^

My friend had a purge mask, and he had a staredown with not one, but TWO Micheal Myers, and he actually shook hands with one of them. We said they were bonding- It was great.
My friend who was one of the Akatsuki (none in particular) saw two others, specifically Tobi/Obito and another generic one, and they had an awesome interaction, it was funny to see their reactions. (It was like the spiderman standoff meme-)

We went to this place known as The Clown House because some guy recognized me from my music ensembles, and was like “you should come to the Clown House.” (It was on our way, anyway.) so we were like alr, bet. The guy who recognized me was Pennywise, and he was doing like the whole skit with Georgie but with me lmao, and I was giving him the most unhinged answers. (My friend said “you’re treating this like the most casual conversation ever” “because it is.”) I did a silly and mimicked one of their decorations and freaked everyone out by doing a back bend. (my hands were in front of my feet. That’s how far I went.) I also gave a wave while in the back bend and the guy was like “what the fu- aw, hell nah-” lmaoo

and then two of my friends (the two with the purge masks) ditched me and my Akatsuki friend, so-
Soon after, there were some kids who recognized me again (I didn’t know them, but they knew me, I guess?? They knew my name which was scary.), and we were chatting, and the older kid (maybe a little younger than me) pulled me away from my friend, and was like “Yo, bro, be honest. Would you date him?” I really said “Why-…?” “Just be honest. Would you?” “Probably not. We live in different towns and we’re just friends.” “How long you guys been friends?” (My dumbass friend said a few months. Dumb fuck forgot its been nearly a year-) “About a year-” “Just saying, yall would be a W couple-” AND THEN THEY LEFT??? HELLO???
Also one of the kids in the group had sparking slider gear, so that was really cool.
(I also got to slide and scare people bc I had kneepads. I wasn’t able to make sparks though bc I had plastic kneepads.)

TL;DR: Friend 1 had a stare down with two Michael Myers.
Friend 2 saw fellow Akatsuki and had a great interaction.
I scared people by sliding and doing a backbend. Saw some people I knew. (Sort of.)
Some kids shipped me and friend 2. It was wild.

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Cole The Consumer Of Petrol
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In my professional opinion, it’s Cole.

Wubbrle the Wubble... it unfortunately won’t make sense unless you listen to it and deeply understand Greek Mythology, relating to The Odyssey by Homer.

Cole The Consumer Of Petrol quite a lot of words-
Me and my boyfriend were yapping late last night and this morning.

Wubbrle the Wubble... yeah, I kind of write little headcanons (things that aren’t story-accurate) whenever, so just look for things relating to Final Survivor and that should be pretty canon, unless I say something otherwise.

Wubbrle the Wubble... she was an Angel, Wubb. She knows all. She can and will find you.

Wubbrle the Wubble... so, campaign wise, Morro isn’t dead yet. I write out of chronological order, so chronologically in order, it’s Total Party Kill (Final Survivor/BBEG Monologue), and then The Little Bard and the Big Bad Morro Meet Once Again (Final Survivor Part II), but “Hold Them Down” was just a headcanon.

“…Morro. A…displeasure to have to hear your voice again.”

“Oh, but it’s quite the pleasure to see you again, Cassandra. I’ve been dying to see that crushed expression again, like when I nearly killed your little friends.”

“…”

“Cat got your tongue, little lamb? Too afraid of the big, bad, wolf??”

“Of course I’m afraid of you, Morro. You’re the kind of person I fear and despise the most. Besides, you- you nearly killed my friends- my family. The people I would follow to the end of the world! But I’m not afraid to admit that.”

“Ah, so the little crybaby finally grew a backbone. Interesting. It won’t matter, though. You will never make it through my conduits.”

“I’m not a crybaby, Morro. I’m just in touch with my emotions, which you clearly aren’t. Because you’re a monster, who has no regard for others. You don’t care how others feel, or what they do! Only when it might benefit you in some way do you start caring!”

“My feelings died forever ago. All my mercy is gone. I am nothing but a monster, and I wear it like a medal of honor. And you know why no one can do anything about it? Because I’m a god.”

“Someone like you shouldn’t even have the title of being a god! It should be a privilege! I mean, look at you! You said it yourself; your feelings died long ago. What else died with you? Your morals? Your- your compassion? Well, I suppose compassion could be considered an emotion, but your empathy? Are you even human anymore? You wonder why people live in fear of you, when the reason is obvious! You use others for your own benefit, like King Rito, which is only to cause harm to others! I didn’t want to hurt him, but if it means taking you down…you…you monster, then- so be it, damn it- Someone like you doesn’t DESERVE to live. Someone like you- doesn’t- you don’t DESERVE to be happy anymore. I hope- I hope whatever caused you to become like this was deserved. I hope- I hope that all the pain someone or something put you through was deserved, because that’s exactly what you already put me through once. Yet I managed to keep my humanity! So what happened to you that you had to become such a monster?! What…justifies your actions?! What gives you the right to act like this, all high-and-mighty?! HUH?!”

Instead of getting pissed off like last time, Morro seems…dumbfounded. Almost…lamentful. “Do you really want to know? Do you really care to understand why I’m a monster?”

“…I’m listening.”

“The reason I’m like this, is because I lost something dear to me. The love of my life. My… Eliza. My family hated her, for no reason.”
He looks dead a Sebastian for a moment.
“And then, she died. Inexplicably. No cause of death identified. I got upset. I got mad. I went insane. I started killing monsters. I started killing people. I got so strong that I killed a god, just so I can inflict suffering on the world, to avenge my Eliza.”

Cass glances over at Sebastian for a moment, before returning her gaze back to Rito- er…Morro.
“I understand that- that losing someone like that…is hard. Really hard, but…that…I’m sorry, that doesn’t justify killing other people. Innocent. People, at that. But… Think about her for just a moment… Is that what your Eliza would have wanted? Is that truly what she would have wanted you to do? Was to inflict so much pain onto others, just to make them feel as you felt? To make them go through what you did? Imagine if Eliza was here now… What…what would she say to you? To the monster you’ve become?”

Morro’s cold expression changes to one of sadness as he thought about the little bard’s words, as he stands in silence.

“You didn’t think about her, did you? You didn’t think about what she would have wanted…”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s too late to reverse what I’ve done. My heart is filled with hate and I will keep plaguing this land.”

“It’s not too late, Morro. You can still redeem yourself! Just…think of Eliza! Do things she’d want you to do. For her! In her name, you can- you can change your ways. you can still better yourself, and learn from your mistakes. You can try and redeem yourself, if you just…let go. Let the conduits go…and give up. Do it for Eliza. You- you became so blinded by your rage and grief, that…that you lost sight of why it happened in the first place–of who you were acting for. I can see that you loved her, and that her death caused you immense pain and grief, but you let it take over your heart and soul, and now all that’s left is an empty heart, that only knows how to hate, and slaughter, and bring chaos to what you know to be the world.”

Wubbrle the Wubble... it will certainly be the last thing you try to attempt to do in your life, should you not be joking.

★【♪シBlake Rose。シ♪】★™ that’ll be the last thing you say, then-