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[dollsciples]

could you pls make black/red frames and matching dividers? gothic goreish theme if that's okay ^_^... take ur time!

updated with dividers !

hope this is what u wanted c:

f2u , no creds needed .. dnc as own

feel free to edit / recolor

[ovaryacted]

hey love!! i was thinking about number 53 with childhood bestfriend!Leon ??

also i loveeeee your writing omg you are sooo talented !!! <3 xoxo

Hey boo!! Thank you for requesting! I think it's crazy I haven't written anything about childhood best friend! Leon when that's the cutest fucking thing ever omg. For this one, I imagine RE2 Leon for the most part in age and appearance, just some very cute fluff with brief pining so I hope you like this because I really had fun writing this out! For context, there's no Racoon City or trauma, just a normal timeline, and Leon lives in Boston in a house where the reader can climb up to his bedroom window from the backyard. And thank you for saying you like my writing, really made my day. :) [ prompt game ]

#53 - "Who crawls through someone’s window at 4 am to go for ice cream?” PAIRING: Childhood best friend! Leon x reader [cw: Fluff, childhood history, little bit of pining] - 1.1k words

Leon was fast asleep in his bed, tucked nicely into his fluffy navy sheets face down in a pillow with drool slipping out of his mouth. He could hear some rattling coming from his window, the noise beginning to stir him from his slumber as he opened his eyes. Disorientated and groggy, he sat up in bed, hair a complete mess and rubbing at the corners of his eyes as he woke up.

Ears perking up to the sound of consistent tapping on the glass of his window, he looked in the direction he heard it, spotting a silhouette that was all too familiar to him. There you were, right on the roof of his bedroom window, the same way you’ve done so many times it became second nature to you. With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he moved towards you, lifting the window to let you inside.

“Do you know what time it is?”, Leon grumbled, running his fingers through his hair to put it back in place but knowing he there was no point.

“It’s like 4 am, why?”, you said it to him as if it were nothing, offering a teasing grin.

“Some of us actually need to sleep. We can’t all be vampires like you”, he said to you, crossing his arms over his chest as he saw you go towards his bed, flopping onto it as if were your own.

“I couldn’t sleep and I was bored. So I came to bother you”, you replied, closing your eyes and exhaling a deep breath.

“At 4 in the damn morning?”, you gave him a playful shrug, finding enjoyment in his slight irritation. Even if Leon sounded like he was angry, you knew he wasn’t. He could never be mad at you even if he tried.

This wasn’t something out of the ordinary for either of you. Both you and Leon had known each other for so long that anything considered strange to others was seemingly defined as standard in the bubble that was your friendship. It all started with a funny instance at the age of 5, finding Leon on the playground during recess in kindergarten. Curiosity drew you to the young blonde that sat by himself, doodling in a coloring book on one of the picnic tables.

You sat on the opposite side of him, simply watching as he colored in the drawing haphazardly. You didn’t say anything to him, and he didn’t say anything to you, but the both of you developed a form of silent communication. Sometimes, you would draw along with him, silently of course, and rarely, you got lucky and Leon would give you one of his crayons. It became a routine where you both sat at the same table, at the same time, simply sharing a space with each other in a way you both understood.

Until one Thursday, you didn’t come to school because you were out sick. Leon was at his usual spot, at the picnic table with his coloring book, looking for you and wondering where you went. When he couldn’t find any sign of you, he moped for the rest of the day, his mother wondering what had her son in such a weird mood.

When you came back to school the next day, you met with Leon again at the same table, sitting in front of him with the toothy smile you usually wore.

“Where did you go?”, he asked you, speaking to you for the first time since you started to sit with him two weeks ago.

“Got a booboo”, you told him, lifting the sleeve of your shirt to show him the Batman bandaid you had stuck to your skin. His eyes widened the slightest bit, somehow fascinated by the intricate pattern of the adhesive material on your shoulder.

“Woah. Cool!”, and for the first time, you saw Leon’s smile, noticing how he was missing one of his front teeth.

He passed you a piece of paper, watching as you unfolded it to see what it was. It was from yesterday, a stick drawing of you and Leon that he had made when you weren’t here. You cherished that piece of paper as if it were the Monalisa, and when you showed it to your dad the minute you got home, you excitedly told him you had made a friend.

You two have been attached to the hip ever since. From elementary school to high school prom and starting college, you’ve done it all together. And now, here you both were, young adults exploring the world with an unbreakable bond. Some people would pay to have a life connection like that, and it was something neither of you took for granted.

“Can you tell me now why you decided to wake me up this early and didn’t just text me?”, Leon caught how you were wearing one of the many hoodies you had stolen from him. He gave it to you once a few years ago when you were cold, and you never gave it back. Not that he complained, he’d buy as many hoodies as he’d like just so you could steal them later.

“I wanted ice cream, thought you might want to tag along”, you were mischievous, always teasing and bubbly no matter the time of day. 

“Who crawls through someone’s window at 4 am to go for ice cream?”, he scoffed at you, thinking this was all unbelievable to him when in reality you were very much in character.

“I do smartass. Are you coming or not? We could go get Dairy Queen, I know you like their sundaes”, you suggested, kicking your feet at the edge of Leon’s bed, already knowing he was going to say yes regardless of the time.

“Fine. But you’re buying me lunch tomorrow for waking me up this damn early”, he sighed, admitting his defeat to your schemes. 

“Yeah yeah, grumpy pants. Now go clean yourself up, you have some drool on your cheek”, you said back, hearing Leon chuckle under his breath as he went to the bathroom to freshen up before heading out.

You were his best friend, someone he cherished and wanted in his life for as long as he could have you. He’d do anything for you, absolutely anything you asked or wanted he got for you because all he wants is to see you smile. It’s even better if he’s the reason why you smiled, entranced by the way your cheeks perked up ever since he first saw it when you were kids. If only you knew what he was willing to do to make sure you smiled so much your face grew sore.

Whatever you wanted, you got, because he wants you happy. So long as he was the reason why, that's all that mattered to him.

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[hunterbunter3000]

This is so random but I need to know what type of girl sweetheart is when she stubs her toe or something like that dose I feel like she might be the type of person to say 50 different curses in under 30 seconds or would she moan (guilty of being this type of person😔) ORRR would she just mummble shit under her breath and sounds like she curesing someone I NEED TO KNOW-🪼

LOLL THIS IS RANDOM I LOVE IT

I feel like she would totally mumble under her breath when she stubs her toe, but if the pain is severe, then it sounds like Babayaga cursing you to eternal damnation 💀💀

141Sweetheart, stubs toe on chair: ow! sonovabitchstupidasschair--

141Sweetheart, knocks her elbow on the door: AAAOWW QUE SE JODAN TUS BISABUELOS Y TUS ANCESTROS AL INFIERNO

Alejandro:

Alejandro, picking out his suit for their wedding: she can speak spanish, too? F u c k

And also you moan when you get hurt?? 🤨📸📸

[astralnymphh]

UGHHHHH you have no idea how obsessed I am with werewolf!Ellie, the autism is autisming right now fr

But anyways do you think she'd growl at dogs 💀

yeah. no doubt. it's that passerby kind of thing where you're just relishing a mundane walk in the park one moment, fingers tangled together, drinking in the serene scene and then out of no where you hear a growl next to you but it's so terrible and brief as the dog she growled at is now paces behind you and ellie is pretending it never happened. or cracking a silent insult after the fact. “stupid ass dog. who does he think he is?” but you could say the same for her, because she is stupid! (in the reckless 'nd recalcitrant way) not even an innate thing she just thinks it's funny. in werewolf form though she don't fw dogs her ass is too busy frolicking in the forest foraging for hunt.

unrelated question though what does her wolf form look like. green eyes obviously but what's the fur. the business. the marks what's the get-up. auburn fur??

[zerosxns]

thoughts on stepbro!ricky? 🙏🏼

WARNINGS ⚸ stepcest. material gifts. consuming alcohol. masturbation. oral. unprotected sex. creampies.

stepbro!ricky would have grown up with an entirely different background than yours. it’s not that you grew up poor - in fact, you lived comfortably, but not as much as ricky had. so it would take some adjusting when your parents marry, at first, especially with your families blending together suddenly as an adult.

the first time stepbro!ricky thinks about you in a way he shouldn’t is the night of the wedding. you looked beautiful, divine, delectable in your dress. the color was absolutely perfect on you and the luxurious fabric draped over your curves in the best way possible. he’d make a b-line straight for his room when you got back to the hotel to rest that night, most of the guests and wedding party too tired and intoxicated to even think of traveling back home, where he’d rub one out to the fresh image of you in your gorgeous dress. he didn’t feel guilty, but he’d blame the alcohol for that.

your stepbro!ricky would be tasked with the responsibility of getting you used to a life of luxury. taking you for rides in his brand new, expensive car. funding your shopping trips to buy a new wardrobe - your new closet was almost bigger than your entire room in your old house. he’d even take you to lingerie shops, pretending to avert his eyes as you searched for new, high quality underwear. and when you got home, he would expect you to do a try on haul for him, making mental note of how bangin’ your body looks in everything you got.

when your parents go on a vacation to celebrate their anniversary, you and stepbro!ricky decided to stay home. it would be fine, wouldn’t it? you were close, and nothing would happen. nothing except stepbro!ricky finally making a move on you. if you were honest, you had also been attracted to him, but would never even consider acting on it - he’s your stepbrother! but when he whispers to you that he wants to see you in something sexy that he bought, having the desire to eat you out until your legs shake, and fuck you until his cum is dripping on your silk sheets and tears are rolling down your face, who are you to deny?

[deftinesia]

hey deft! just wondering if risk would be getting updated sorry if this question bothers you, i just love your work and i don’t think there’s any others that are on your lvl ! 😫 🤍

yes, it’ll be getting updated ! i have a status update page [here] in my navigation that i sometimes forget to update, but it has this upcoming chapter’s current word count and links to any wip spoilers post i’ve made about this chapter -`♡´- i’m sitting at 8,735 words and i’m close to finishing — all i have left to do is end this very important convo in the last scene, and rework a bit of another scene, then i’m on to editing and posting chapter 22 yay (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

[cmterygrl]

I just im a simp for ghost from cod and i saw your post about how he wouldnt fuck you if you were bratty and i just wanted to kinda agree/give ghost smutty brainrot hope you dont mind im sorry if this crosses any boundaries its not intentional

So i think if you were bratty or pushed his buttons one too many times, he'd give you attention just not the type you want. He'd think bc you teased him, it's only fair he teased you back. He'd end up having you spread out for him but hed more glide his length along your cunt instead of inside it. Hed be sure to let the tip of his dick brush against your clit too. And hed say things like "you asked for my attention and you have it. Its not my fault you weren't specific. Maybe next time youll learn to use your words" and youll have to beg and i mean beggg for him to fuck you properly. If not hes more than content to cum on your thighs and leave you strung out until later that night.

I also 1000000% believe he'd do a similar thing with kisses but more jokingly than anything where hell act like hes going to kiss you befothe last moment kissing the tip of your nose or the corner of your mouth instead of properly just to see you pout

i dont mind at all !! i was actually super excited when i got this ask ^^ thank u !

ANON U ARE SO RIGHT OMG simon would be so mean when teasing you, purposely not giving you want you want and getting amused at your reaction

and its so hard to please him when hes like this, you'll beg and beg but he just keeps dragging it on, telling you "you can do better than that" in his condescending tone. god i hate him 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

also doing that with kisses !! anon u r so real hes so annoyingly playful like that and he has the smuggest smile on his face it makes him so irritably handsome

[abandoned-hospital-lolitas]

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[misserabella]

i’m gonna say this once and only once. i’m struggling. mentally and physically. i’m sick. i’m tired all the time. i’m sad. and tumblr is not helping me. i don’t like posting about this because i don’t need pity and im sure some of y’all will think im just looking for attention. which i’m clearly not. concerning palestine and israel. i’ve given my point of view before. i’m on the side of palestine and my heart breaks from all the news i’m just reading. ‘cause i repeat. I’VE NOT BEEN ACTIVE. yes. i repost some blogs i find when i need something to take my mind off of everything im going through rn and because i know a lot of you expect some activity from me. but i didn’t know about the posting strike. so sorry if i’ve disappointed any of you. please understand im a person too. i have feelings. i get tired. i get sick. just like you. i’m not a robot. i work hard for my platform and my works cause i want to make all of you happy. so is it too much to ask for some kindness? please. i’ve deactivated the asks, for the time being. writers in here have their own problems and their own lives on the other side of the screen. we’re all humans. remember that.

[necroseptic]

I'm new to this, so...what's the difference between thanatophilia and necrophilia?

it’s completely fine, i’ll try to explain,

necrophilia is the paraphilic attraction to the deceased, it can be sexual, romantic, or any other kind of attraction

thanatophilia is the paraphilic attraction to the act of dying itself, meaning you may are not attracted to a corpse but much more to death, its concept, etc.

[dollsciples]

hi angel :3 would you be okay doing some pupcore themed frames?? specifically like based around browns if possible :3 thank you in advance!!

p.s, i love ur work sm :3

hope these r okay !

pupcore frames for @kylertism

f2u , no creds needed , do not claim as own

havent edited in a while , so im a lil rusty

[ovaryacted]

For that prompt game thingy

99 with leon x slasher reader maybe :0

Hey!! Thank you for requesting! I'm literally so sorry this took me such a long time to write and it turned out much longer than I anticipated. I've never really done anything dark-ish or with suspense, so I wanted to take a shot at it and see what my brain came up with but of course, it took me a while lol. I think for this one probably RE2R Leon, just him as a regular cop, and he lives in a city so dealer’s choice. Anyways, hopefully, this is interesting cause I’m a little nervous lolz. :) [ prompt game ]

99. “We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you’re totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here.” RE2R Leon x reader [cw: slightly dark themes, mentions of body parts & violence] - 1.5k words

It hasn't been long since Leon started his new job as a rookie cop, excited was an understatement. Yet it seemed as if the universe had given him the worst possible combination of a new role and what seemed to be someone on a killing spree.

The first case happened a few weeks ago, a young male was reported to be slashed over his torso. It was one knife wound to the upper chest, clean and efficient, followed by another to the lung and one more up the stomach. Leon was on the scene, answering the call of a distressed citizen when they found the body in an alleyway, and the sight was enough to make him nauseous. It was seen as a premeditated murder case, but there were no traces of the perpetrator left behind. No fingerprints, no lost weapons, nothing.

Like a ghost in the wind, it was a dead end.

The more experienced agents took over the investigation, and Leon was back to being a cop. He thought it was over, that he’d be able to go back on patrol duty and ride along in his car.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

The murders became more frequent, almost for show, and the way the deaths were done became more theatric as time passed. Week after week, more people began to disappear from the city, mostly male victims each torn apart in exuberant ways. A gash up the spine, a straight slash across the neck, another had an arm and leg detached from the person's torso. But the main wound on the chest of each victim was the only controlled variable between all of them.

Either way, it seemed like someone was enjoying their time passionately tearing other people apart.

“I just can’t wrap my head around it”, Leon mumbled to himself as you washed up the dishes in the kitchen after dinner. He had been out working on these cases tirelessly, constantly on patrol, and barely been home with you as a result of everything piling up.

“Who just goes around and starts randomly killing people? I mean, this feels like some shit out of a horror movie”, he continued to speak, raising his head to look at the back of your head.

“Some people are just crazy like that. You know how people get inspiration from those crazed fanatics on those cult forums”, you commented, finishing washing the cooking pot you had in the sink and putting it on the drying rack.

“If it was one thing I wasn’t expecting, was to deal with a mass murderer the first few weeks of my damn job”, he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling as the stress was starting to take its toll.

“Just your luck huh?”, you said with a teasing smirk, wiping the knife you were cleaning with a soapy sponge.

You were almost methodical with the way you handled the blade, watching the suds sliding off of it as you rinsed it, careful not to cut yourself. You dried it with one of the dishtowels you threw to the side, the metal gleaming under the kitchen light. Giving it one last good wipe you put it back in the wooden block along with the rest of your knife collection.

“Maybe what you need is a vacation. Away from this mess. You have some PTO you could take right?”, you asked as you walked towards him, sitting on his lap while he remained seated on the dining room chair. He pondered for a bit, watching how you flicked the ends of his hair and curled it around your finger.

“I mean I do but…the chief might not like it if I left so abruptly. Don’t want to make the wrong impression”, he contemplated it, trying to fight you on your words but it was something on his mind.

“You need a break Leon, from all of this. Say it’s a family emergency or something. I hate seeing you so stressed like this baby”, you pouted at him, lips puckering out as you kissed him on the tip of the nose. “Just a few days, that’s all I’m asking”

He caressed your lower back affectionately as you sat on his lap, feeling your hands squeezing his shoulders and rubbing his chest. The nagging voice in his head kept thinking about your proposition, the image of being away with you and just enjoying his time sounded beyond appealing. It wouldn’t be so bad right? He glanced at you and gave you a small smile.

“A break doesn’t sound too bad. I’ll see if I can snag a couple of days off okay?”, Leon said to you, and you cheered happily at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“We'll go take a little vacation. Just you and me”, your eyes held that promise of excitement as they bore into Leon’s, content that he was at least going to try for your sake.

You were patient as you waited for any sign of Leon possibly getting time off, thinking that you wouldn’t have any luck with the way things were. But the moment you were granted a win once he spoke to the chief, you nearly jumped on top of him from joy. It didn’t take long before you both packed your bags and drove off into the mountains, renting a cabin that would be good for a weekend of leisure. The both of you were excited to finally get away from all the chaos in the city and to just spend some quality time together.

But what you envisioned when it came to a vacation was completely different from what Leon had in mind.

He didn’t recall how it happened. One minute you two were having dinner, eating some steak and potatoes paired with some red wine. The next, his head felt dizzy as he struggled to keep himself upright, calling out your name before his vision faded to black.

Now he found himself with his arms and ankles tied together by some rope, slouched on the floor and disheveled. He didn’t know how he managed to get into this precarious situation, but it was all giving him whiplash. The wood paneling of the walls was different, it was dim and quiet in the cabin and his surroundings were unusual.

Was he back at the cabin? Was he still in the same place with you? Where were you?

His mind was going a mile a minute and his nerves were on high, the skills he’s developed from being a cop going into overdrive to come up with a solution. Leon started looking around, scrabbling to find anything to help him free his hands so he could look for you.

But that’s when he heard it, when your bubbly laughter filtered through the crisp air surrounding him. His ears perked up the sound, perceptive blue eyes observing you diligently as you came into view. There was a dark and twisted grin on your face, something he’s never seen before.

“What the hell is going on?”, he was confused, couldn’t make sense of the current circumstances. But all he wondered was why you looked at him as if he were a meal. Some plaything for your enjoyment.

“Well, I needed to get you out of here. I couldn’t keep having you on my trail sweetheart. That’s when the fun ends”, in your hand was the familiar kitchen blade, shiny and sharpened, gleaming despite the darkness of the room you were both in. It took a second before the realization hit him, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head as a wave of overlapping emotions washed over him.

“It was you?”, his eyes widened as he watched you, finally connecting the dots. The slasher he’d been looking for was right under his nose the entire time, so deeply hidden he didn’t even think it was possible. He was sleeping with the devil, and it made his stomach churn.

“Why? Why did you do it?!”, it felt like his entire world was falling apart, his sense of normalcy that he had worked so hard to achieve was gone in the blink of an eye. And he couldn’t do anything to save it.

“Had some things to take care of, needed to get my stress out somehow. Sorry if I have hobbies”, this was all a joke to you, if anything it was entertaining to see Leon suffer.

“It doesn’t have to be like this. Nothing bad has to happen here”, he felt pathetic as he begged, looking at you in hopes of finding any trace of morality left.

All you could do was laugh at him, loud and shameless. You took a step closer, crouching down to his level as you grazed the tip of the knife from his throat up towards his chin. Your gaze darkened and your smile curled, sending a chill down Leon’s spine.

“We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you’re totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here.”

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[hunterbunter3000]

One of Sweetheart’s pussy-whipped simps; So~ Sweetheart, got a boyfriend back home?

Sweetheart; Hm? Oh no!-

*The Sweetheart Simp Council exhales a unanimous sigh of relief*

Sweetheart; I have a husband back home!

*Cue ugly crashing landing piano noise and the Simps fall into despair*

WAAAHHHHHH THATS SO SAD

[allied-ask]

Another AM? How queer…

@cogito-ergo-sum0101011

I was unaware that there were any more. Don't play mind games with me. You're not real.

[zerosxns]

wait nawhhh i completely forgot about this one ☝️ HANBIN IS AN ASS MAN DONT EVEN TALK TO ME RN CAUSE IM GONNA EXPLODE. Imagine one night you and hanbin got into an argument as soon as you came back home from work, and you guys end up giving each other the silent treatment by the end

(its silence aint no baCK TAWK)

So when you leave your shared bedroom with a short lace nightgown cause its ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHERE YOU WANNA BE COMFY… you go to the kitchen to make some dinner for yourself…bending…over…to grab some…things…

hanbin was just gonna grab some “water” (he just wanted to see if you were okay he cant stay mad for long T-T) he saw a peak of you ass (bonus if you weren’t wearing underwear that night or a thong OOF HE WOULD GO BRRR) and he would just walk up to you and rub his crotch against your ass (extra extra bonus if hes wearing sweatpants YO.) you would be like … oh…? And stand back up—now your back hitting his chest, his mouth SOO close to your ear saying something like “you make it hard to stay mad” feathering kisses on your ear and neck…

Erm… kinda wrote a shitty ass half meme’d fic in your anon box but WE 🆙 LMFAO i hope you like it 🤕

-🥞 anon (two strikes)

WARNINGS ⚸ arguments. unintentional tempting. dubcon/noncon dry humping. mentions of make up sex.

hanbin hates arguing with you, and he will do anything to get you to forgive him and talk to him again. even if that means playing dirty.

he knows you like to have space when you’re upset, but he can’t let you go to bed angry. he likes to talk things out when he’s upset. but if you won’t let him talk it out, he has to get creative with his ways to get you to talk to him.

so when you were in separate rooms after a big argument and you walked past him wearing one of the short, satin and lace nightgowns he loves to see you in, still giving him the silent treatment, he gets an idea in his mind. he can hear the opening and closing of cabinets, dishes clanking, and he figures you were making food, seeing as your argument happened before dinner. suddenly, his throat feels dry, he’s parched, and he needs a glass of water.

hanbin walks in the kitchen to find you bent over to reach in the cupboard for the appropriate pan to use. right below the door the cups are behind. he can’t help but steal a glance, leaning back to get a better view. as he does, he notices the absence of fabric beneath the gown. were you seriously not wearing any panties right now? he takes a few silent steps forward, body thinking before his brain catches up, and presses directly against you.

“fuck, hanbin, what are you doing? you scared me.” your eyes widened, realizing you managed to break your silent treatment so easily. you finally stand up, having found the pan you were looking for at that exact moment.

he smiles. “i’m thirsty. just grabbing a glass.” hanbin leans forward to open the cupboard. you were trapped between him and the counter, his already half hard cock slotting perfectly between your ass cheeks. “you know,” he accidentally rolls his hips against yours. “you make it hard to be upset.”

you gulp, body betraying you and reacting to his touch. it was pathetic just how quickly you could feel yourself getting worked up. “what…do you mean?” you tried to keep your tone firm, but failed.

he presses you further against the counter, arms caging you in now, glass of water and pan being long forgotten. his breath fans across your neck, lips so close yet so far from touching your skin. “you walk around here in these little flimsy dresses.” he grips the fabric with one hand, pulling it up to where it bunches at your hips. your dripping cunt now on display, wetting the front of his grey sweats with every push of the hips. “it’s like you want me to bend you over this counter and fuck it out of our systems.”

you moaned, grinding back against against him. “hanbin, please…”

[astralnymphh]

This image feels very werewolf!Ellie coded tbh

werewolf!ellie who just eats whatever you don't off your plate. leftover kind of girl she never gets her own plate she decides on skipping until you're done and suddenly she's prying it out of your hands before it reaches the trash. messy w finger food anyways but that's ellie in every universe tbh.