Fanfic Ask Game (the Movie, The Sequel)

The Designer (Will Graham) - Dead by Daylight x Hannibal Fan Art

Here's my first publication of a long-term Fan Project of a hypothetical Chapter for Behaviour Interactive's Dead By Daylight, based on NBC's Hannibal TV Series.

"The Designer". A Legendary Outfit for a Killer I'll publish down the line. Hope you like it!

Reblog to put candy in your followers halloween buckets :)

holiday season in customer service burnt me out SO BAD but here's all the ghouls masks with floral language to describe the respective albums :3 all listed under the cut!!

opus 

coming darkness, the storm approaching, birth of a new age and the coming of Something

ox-eye daisy: patience

black mulberry: I will not survive you

oleander: beware

infes

welcome the anti christ, humanity at its worst

adders tongue: deceit

snap dragon: deceit, a gracious lady

dittany of crete: childbirth

Meliora

absence of god, no one to help you

night shade: falsehood

black dahlia: betrayal, dishonesty

prequelle

survival, death, plague

black rhododendron: despair, death, danger

for the life of me I can't remember the orange flower

impera

rise and fall of empires, failure, hypocrisy

geranium: folly, stupidity

lavender: distrust

tiger lily: pride, wealth

a friend did all the flower research for me!!!

Day 16: Wounded

My little entry for the Octogoblinoctober

@octogoblinoctober

Norman could feel every muscle in his body when the Goblin stopped clouding his mind. He blinked absolutely confused and when he saw straight again, he say Peter. The other universe's Peter. "Peter...?" he asked and looked around himself. What happened? How did he end up here? In a very wide distance he saw Otto, who was busied with this Electro guy and a man, he didn't recognize. To Norman's left he finally saw the Peter from his own universe but he looked hurt. There was a stabbing wound. A stale taste was on the lost man's tongue.

Helplessly he looked up, in a pair of eyes that was full of hatred. "W-what have I done...?" he asked lost but never got an answer.

Golden light engulfed him and brought him back in his own universe.

Norman was actually surprised to wake up alive, in the old ruin he once died in. Weakly he tried to stand up. Everything hurt and felt sore. The poor man still wondered what had happened because as he tried to stand up, he broke down again. The pain had become stronger with his try and as he looked down he saw that some parts of the glider suit were broken down, sticking out of his flesh. Norman whimpered and sat down. Did he have internal bleedings? Would he die here again, alone, no one caring for him? The thought alone made him feel sick.

Most significantly one of the knifes of the glider suit stuck out of one wound. The former CEO played with the thought of pulling it out, ending his pathetic life but somehow he couldn't. What was going to happen with Otto then? Oh god, Otto.... Where was he? Norman whimpered again and tried to stand up. Otto had died at Hudson River, which wasn't far from that ruin.

Would Norman make the way? He had to try and so he did. One hand firmly holding his abdomen to force his body to move. It was excruciating, every step felt like stepping on knifes.

He didn't know how much he had walked, civilization of the town that never slept, ignoring him, as if he wasn't even there, walking through several side streets with serious wounds. Norman could already see the pier when his legs gave in. Without being able to control it, he fell to his knees, desperately crawling but it was to no avail. He pulled a serious blood trail after him when he stopped moving. His vision blurred harder and harder but before he passed out he believed to see some known boots in front of him.

When he woke up he laid on something like a bed. He blinked and took a deep, painful breath. "Hello...?" Someone entered the room. "It's fine, Norman. You are safe." a very calm, very known voice said. Norman was awake in no time and wanted to jump up but huge, comforting hands pushed him down. "You have to stay in bed. Your injuries are worse." the voice said and it's owner took one of his hands. "Otto..." "Yes. It's fine now... We are home." said man whispered calmly and carressed his wounded knuckles. "I-I never had the courage to tell you, Otto... and after our fight, I, I was afraid you would just hate me even more... I.. love you, Otto... Always did, since college..." The man moved his face in Norman's vision and smiled that beautiful, wholesome smile. "I know, Norman. I love you too. I guess we are just like Romeo and Juliet but now, finally without the parents who wouldn't accept our love." Otto answered poetically and kissed him on the forehead.

"But enough of the romance now, Dear, let me take care of your wounds now." he suddenly added with a bright smile. Norman almost had to laugh but thought twice and just grinned. "Thank you, Honey. Will I live?" Otto pulled the blanket back and revealed several bandaged. Few of them were stained. "Yes, I'm positive you will." he said matter-of-factly and changed the bandages, cleaning the bits of pus out of them and put ointment on the deep cuts.

Then he wrapped fresh gauze around his lover's body. "Thanks, Otto... Uhm... Could you... er... lay next to me... I'd like to... cuddle... I know that's nothing a CEO-" "Shush, Dear. It's fine, I'd love to cuddle with you, careful, though." Otto interrupted him and laid next to him, just to pull him in a very careful hug. Norman closed his eyes and nuzzled into the taller man's shoulder before slowly drifting off into a restful slumber.

Cillian and his full-lipped potty mouth 💋🤬😌, reblog if you agree

Thank you, everyone <3 Happy Easter

idk who needs to hear this, but I love you and I'm proud of you. Ok?

Be kind to each other.

REBLOG IF I CAN MESSAGE YOU 'HEY' AND START A FRIENDSHIP.

always gonna re-reblog