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Ashley Graves x Meta-Male!reader: Did I ever The definition of insanity? Featuring: Andrew

(Warning this has mentioning of torture, cannibalism and other stuff that if you are uncomfortable reading please don’t read this post. If you’re a minor or someone who has trouble with this content please do not interact. Safe minds, better the enjoyment.)

I It’s a long. Dreary. Shadowy. Night, it’s a Wednesday… the month or year fiddles from your mind that makes you the equivalent of a goldfish, plus you’d been playing your favorite horror RPG of nuance and madness the coffin of Andy and Leyley. Something about the mind with how someone can snap under the influence of the narrative just makes your brain tickle and not to mention your a bit of a meta nerd yourself and you had a knack for being a dick because of that. Because you couldn’t stop being a snarky ass. Though you weren’t a “bad guy.” Well maybe a little crazy but as the great Billy loomis would say: “We all go a little mad sometimes.”

Now? Because of some Bobbi boo mischief you’re actually in the coffin now, how are you in the internets most hated game because of the incest (even though the internet loves incest in other things as the undertale flashbacks hit you like war flashbacks.) The reasoning behind why you’re here is unknown. But what is known? You’re currently dating the pink eyed duel protagonist of the series who despite the obvious obsessive tendencies and sociopathic behavior that would make yuno gasai have a worthy opponent, you practically have a dream girl and besides every day is never boring! Demons, cannibalism, and dealing with Andrew (who hates your entire existence.) may be the only downside to your new existence but who’s gonna judge you? Well… besides your non existent conscience.

Ashley since becoming your girlfriend through the god given opportunity of you getting iseaki’d the sakura eyed, manipulative goth(?) woman of every man’s, lesbians and all dreams became for a lack of a better definition has mellowed out enough because of your influence, you give her what in reality her own parents and by proxy Andrew her brother should’ve given Ashley: A chance to be herself. The good, the bad and the tar that you cleaned into clay. Brightening her soul not a redemption but it’s a start… as you tried to make her feel more like a person that doesn’t need to be a charade or a mask for once.

Andrew as expected hated you. Multiple factors multiplied itself into existence of course: You were annoying thanks to the fact you never shut your damn mouth, you never took anything serious for a single moment in your entire life (in this new timeline’s context of course.) as you would joke about everything that has occurred to the three of you, Andrew thought you were insane as you would look at some invisible camera and talk to yourself, or the things you would say that would make no goddamn sense! WHAT THE HELL WAS A HARAMBE?!? But the worst offense in Andrew’s eyes was that Ashley, leyley HIS BELOVED Was… with you. No matter where, how, or when. The two of you had become glued together! She was the Bonnie to your Clyde and that drove the green eyed Andy. Poisoned by the tar of envy and desire… his replacement would kiss her, hold her, and… other things that he couldn’t ever get the slimmer of an inch to even do.

Which leads us to the current situation between you and Andrew. You were currently wearing nothing but some grey sweatpants you stole from the grave’s siblings parents closet, shirtless letting your upper body free to shine on the sex appeal your girlfriend appreciates on multiple occasions physically and in other aspects of course. And the final piece to add to the rule of cool that is yourself a pair of shades that you stole from a cop from much earlier in your adventures in this rebuilt coffin you’ve been accustomed to. You were with Andrew in his parents house as they were in hostile captivity in their own home. Chapter two of the game if you remember correctly. So with the two soon to be dead deadbeats earlier you were torturing them with some torture methods you had learned from movies and other horror media. Now sure nobody deserves to have their skin pierced, butchered, or flayed like pigs, or watched their husband brutally beaten to near death with a crowbar “joker.” Style as the songs: Fake by Alexander O’Neal, everybody dance now, and party man by the artist formerly called prince plays on loudspeakers in their basement as the person torturing them is busting a move to the music with the energy of a coke head, or a kid on their birthday as said person who is being tortured cries as they watch their partner suffer such pain and suffering that where graphic enough for this horror game and enough for the budget for new CG’s that the game could make if it didn’t blow the budget.

But this is Renee and Doug graves whom are being tortured. So criticisms are like republicans with the truth: nonexistent!

“Man! Who knew a power fantasy wasn’t just being a guy with a shit background, power for no reason, no personality to get a job with, and women wanting you because you’re literally nothing meaningful long term? No offense to you Drew.” Offense was clearly meant to be taken but Andrew or drew as you called him said nothing glaring at you with little to no substance or sex appeal and that model of his? Clearly needed some touch up’s his wrinkles weren’t showing how he looked like a Green Day reject.

“Oh come on Grinches don’t be shy, speak up for the little boys and girls who just wanna know what made that heart of yours go so widdle? Let me guess mommy issues? Daddy issues? Or is it something more that this game—I mean you don’t wanna say?” You quipped to the green eyed snake before you. His face went from annoyance to rage in an instant that the speed of light could blush at how quick his face morphed.

Andrew: “SHUT UP! Just stop talking you goddamn freak! You keep rambling and blabbering about shit that doesn’t make any sense! YOU ALWAYS TALK, BUT SOMEHOW YOU KNOW THINGS THAT NOT ME, OR ASHLEY KNOWS! THE DEMON JUST LOVES YOU FOR SOME REASON JUST GREAT! BECAUSE IT FOR SOME FUCKING REASON ALWAYS FAVORS YOU! EVERYONE DOES! WHY?!? WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL THAT SHE CHOOSES YOU—“ (in Andrew’s emotional state of manic state of blossoming anger that stirred deep into his soul like a cyst shifting into a cancer that finally gets cured from the release of emotion that his mouth and heart pooled out in front of you. He clamped a hand over his mouth and all you do is stare at him with no intention of emoting, nor reacting as you two are finally able to have a moment together with a brutalized and tortured Renee and Douglas tied up graves watching this scene unfold in their eyes.)

“Did anyone ever tell you the definition of insanity?” (You asked Andrew and before Andrew could mutter, utter, or pick a set of words to form a thought that could make decent video game dialogue you continue your speech that you definitely stole from the best game ever made Far cry 3. Your favorite game… and you are The Vaas to Andrew’s Jason. And someone needs to tell him, right?) “Insanity is doing the EXACT same fucking thing, over and over again expecting shit to change when the guy who told me that I… I don’t know what to do at the end time so.” (You sit up straighter continuing your speech your eyes never leaving Andrew’s giving him an intense dead cold unyielding hundred yard stare that gave Andrew a shiver down his spine. Fear gripping his body completely as if he was in a straight jacket that tightened by the millisecond. You put your left arm and hand to your head and do a gesture of a gun, and do a pull of the trigger and sound effect of a gunshot.) “…boom, I shot him. The thing is ok?” (Chucking a little to yourself genuinely as you embraced the insanity inside you.) “he was right. AND then I started seeing it everywhere I looked, Everywhere I looked people were doing the same thing over and over again. And I started thinking THIS time it was gonna be different. Nonono please this time it was gonna be different!”

(You said smiling eyes closed for a moment like you were reminiscing about this tale which in a sense you were as when you played Far cry 3 a very long time ago you did kill the character who did this speech and now? You’re repeating the same cycle. Then after a deep happy breath for a mere moment, your eyes open to see Andrew looking at you in discomfort. Renee and Douglas are eyeing you in phobic terror a child would at staring into the darkness, you don’t think about the graves parents who you brutally shifted into scared whimpering animals, you are focused solely upon Andrew. You don’t like the look he’s giving you. Not one bit… heheh de ja vu hit ya pretty easily and quickly. But let’s finish the performance. You dropped your head in a fit of methodical acted annoyance and rage mimicking an old friend that was about to explode…

“I’m sorry. I DON’T LIKE THE WAY… (you immediately stand up in a fraction of someone’s eyes blinking the speed and pressure sends the couch you were sitting on back, making Andrew, Renee, and Douglas’s flinch in fear. And you roared in violent rage.) YOU ARE LOOKING AT ME OK?! YOU GOT A FUCKING PROBLEM HM? YOU THINK I AM BULLSHITTING? YOU THINK I’M LYING?!” (Your right hand grabbed Andrew’s neck with the tightness of a boa constrictor as you slammed him into a wall cracking his back and the wall. His eyes blow with fear.

“FUCK YOU! Ok?! Fuck you…” (you then started to genuinely laugh. Hysterically even when you saw Andrew looking so petrified at you.) “hey. Hey. Hey. It’s ok bud it’s ok, it’s water under the bridge.” (You playfully slapped his face and then you violently grabbed his shoulders your face going blank in a matter of seconds as you looked at him with genuine confusion and curiosity and you asked again.) Did I ever tell you… the definition of insanity?”

(Then Ashley came back and you put Andrew in a brotherly headlock telling your girlfriend that you and Andrew finally bonded! Andyoutorturedherparentsbutthatwassomethingthatdidn’trequirefurtherinspection. Ashley is just so glad you and Andrew are bonding and you’re not secretly holding a machete right at his spine.)

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(Rwby au: The Night inside the Flame/Sentry!Yang au.)

Ironwood was a man of many qualities and talents. A soldier who fought for the good of remnants safety, A warrior who did everything Ozpin had required. And the man who had created the devil in the hopes it would defeat the boogeyman of a war he never asked to join.

The maiden’s were powerful beings in their own right. Gods among mortals; Mankind and Faunus alike. However the duplicity of Salem’s growing power, the horde of Grimm and the minions upon her beck and call, needed a boogeyman of THEIR OWN to fear…

So Ironwood in secret with the help of Ozpin and the scientists at Atlus ironwood spent days, weeks, hell even months in creating the best alternative to the maidens. He had dubbed this project: HERCULES

The Hercules project was supposed to be a simple one, create super soldiers that could finally be used as the world’s greatest defense against Salem once and for all, without training children to be hunters and huntresses and await a casket to rest in eternally until the end of time. Unfortunately subject after subject had suffered grueling deaths, or mellowed into complete madness within days. Atlus soldiers were dispatched and dove into their deaths, or madness when they took in the Hercules serum.

Ironwood was delving into despair at how many men, and women who had died from the idea of trying to create a hero to lead a brighter future. Ultimately Ironwood shelved the project entirely because of the numerous deaths that followed him. Until there was a hopeful outcome, a suitable subject after the death of Pyrrha Nikos a maiden herself. Yang Xiao Long: known as a blonde bombshell, a dragon with the fire of a true warrior, (and a lot of emotional baggage, mommy issues, anger issues, depression, alcoholism, and other issues.) BUT! Despite her downsides Yang took the serum injecting the entire thing into her body and a violent explosion enough to match 450 nukes evaporated an entire Grimm horde, that had engulfed Vale throughout all of Atlus, in a crater held yang Burning brighter than a trillion sons.

Ironwood saw his dream come true that day as his Hercules stood upon the edge of godhood, but now during the battle against cinder, and Salem’s forces he saw a shadow looming over the heavens no longer the golden guardian of the world he had created but a inky, hollowed, monstrous abyss that decimated, annihilated, not to mention mutilation of all of the obstacles that had doomed the world of Remnant with a simple movement of its palm.

This was Death itself reborn into the universe thanks to Ironwood’s attempts. He had created Armageddon, the end of days, the nightmare that ensued the unimaginable, and the mythical.

James Ironwood gave birth to his “daughter.” The world would fear her. All hail Eris. All hail the child of Shadows, The Mistress of Madness and the Demon born from the hope of a man whose pride burned the world.

@howlingday @rwby-encrusted-blog @rwac96

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How far off from Marvel canon are we splitting? If we follow the ORIGINAL Sentry's origin, then Raven Branwen stumbled into an Atlas lab and drank the superserum to get a high after coming down from her own RWBY!Brand LSD trip. Also, something, something, Jacques Schnee brings back Grimm!Raven because he wants to harness the powers of the God of Death itself.

But I digress, I suppose, since what I'm really wondering is what exactly happened in this Remnant because, as you said, Pyrrha Nikos was the perfect candidate before her death and if Yang is next best, then how exactly does this fit into canon (assuming we're not just creating our own canon here).

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Honestly I’m going pre volume four depression yang taking some elements from fixing rwby as well

#rwby au #sentry!yang #the void #james ironwood #yang xiao long #senty!yang #rwby

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Open RP- The Green Goblin Returns

Possible TW's: Violence, mental instability, gaslighting, emotional manipulation (possibly more; he's a bad guy)

It was always a matter of time. The inevitability hung in the air as surely as the sun would rise the next day. He would find a way back, as he always does, wouldn’t he? The Green Goblin—the dark, sinister persona nestled deep within the troubled mind of Norman Osborn. But he was dead, or at least he was supposed to be dead, killed by a blast from a magical shotgun. At least that’s what he told everyone. “I'm cured; the Green Goblin is gone. I’m good now.”

Too bad Norman’s memory was unreliable. The Green Goblin was a creature of cunning intellect, his thoughts laced with paranoia and marked by meticulous strategy. Norman could barely remember the past thirty years, which is why he forgot that he and Bucky had met years before they entered into their relationship.

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I slowly walk through the halls of the destroyed, and chaotic hallways of the oscorp building my mind thinks back to that video… What happened? Has the goblin returned? I thought Pete got rid of the old bastard, but even I know madness doesn’t die so easily.

I turned on my invisibility mode so nobody could hear or see me enter the lab. I grab my two pulse saber knives to make sure I can truly see what I’ll be looking at when I enter the laboratory of old crazy Norman…. God I hated that old damn coot he drove my friend harry, his own son into a goblin of his own design, tortured my best friend my brother… and then he killed my Father and took my grandfather away from me! He scorned me into becoming the monster I am now. The Aramusha… a name given to those in my bloodline to be a protector of those lost to the world’s shadow, but I became the boogeyman the city needed to fear! But now as I walked through the destruction of what I assumed the goblin created as I sauntered through the lab with horror shown in my lenses. I find an unconscious Norman Osborn. I crouch like Pete would, I grabbed his face analyzing every inch of it.

There’s scars, bruises, and blood on his nose and mouth. It made me chuckle at seeing his face so fucked. But I needed to save the bastard. He’s apparently changed and I could hear the Hero speech coming from Pete already which annoyed the absolute fuck outta me. I sigh and carry the old man into a random boardroom and put his ass on a nice chair, which I tied him to with a shit load of fuck’n duck tape.

I take off my suits invisibility mode and look at myself in the nearest reflection: I’m wearing my favorite suit a nanotech ninja suit built to handle the hulk or whatever, modeled after my favorite game characters genji from overwatch and Raiden from metal gear with it shaded a dark blue and a jet black, and my mask a oni mask that I based off krampus my favorite mask by the way. And if this old prick gets my shit damaged I’m finally killing his ass!

“(Sigh) Ok… here we fucking go, remember you’re a goody two shoes now! Don’t kill him… Pete has finally trusted you on important missions like this. You can hold in your murder boner! You are a smart, capable, intelligent, vigilante. Just like Dr. Kafka says. You can do this!”

I said to my reflection trying to hype myself up and making sure I don’t lose it in front of the second richest douche I despise next to Stark son of a bitch owes me my god damn electric car! But I shake my head trying to get myself centered.

So I now am perched on the boardroom table and I Bitch slap Norman as hard as I can as to wake him up. After waiting for a solid minute nothing happened. I then slapped him repeatedly in the span of an entire hour. Nothing happened… so I did the next best thing, I grabbed a few hundred dollars from a dead guy and wiggled it in front of his face like he’s a dog wanting chicken and that finally worked. And when he saw my bright blood red eyes, contrasted against my jet black sclera’s with a smile that scarred his goblin side for a year. I finally presented myself.

“Heya old man! Miss me? Cause I really missed you… so why don’t you start talking? Besides you know how I get when people start acting funny, and I’m sure you don’t wanna hear me laugh. RIGHT?!”

I said as I leaned into his face my right armored hand wrapping around his neck with the strength of a thousand pythons, I eased the pressure just enough not too kill the fucker, despite the urge itching in the back of my goddamn skull. No! No… remember Ben Winter. Remember what Peter’s uncle taught you. Be responsible. Just hear him out… and if he’s still an insane jackass THEN you kill him!

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