#Drowning Future

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Fictober '19 Prompt No. 8 — "Can you stay?"

Category: Original WIP: The Darkspace Portent series (Drowning Future AU) Rating: T Timeline: Set two years in the future from the end of book one, in an alternate universe where Thrive did not leave (which is the point of the DF AU) CW: blood Word Count: 911 Additional Notes: N/A

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PART I

When Warren opened his eyes, he immediately realized he couldn't recall ever closing them. He took in the overwhelming smell of isopropyl alcohol and sterile plastic, the dizzying fluorescent lights bearing down on his face, the general numbness in his entire body like he'd been drugged, and the flat surface under his back causing it to give off a dull ache.

Something shifted slightly at the edge of his consciousness—a soft noise like the draw of a breath or the rustle of clothing. He tried to move his head but found he couldn't do so with the level of efficiency he'd hoped for. He opened his eyes again…how did he manage to keep falling unconscious without knowing he was doing it?

He could make out Thrive's blurry outline sitting on the floor by an open door. His knees drawn up, head resting back against the white wall, hands covered in blood up to the elbows. He stared at the ceiling, lost in whatever emotion presented itself on his fatigued, stoic expression.

Warren attempted to gather the strength to speak, but all that came out was a quiet rasp.

Thrive looked at him, surprised. "Warren…?"

Losing another couple of seconds, Warren dragged a shaky hand up to his face, moving at roughly negative three centimeters per hour to grip the oxygen mask resting pointlessly over his mouth and chin. The sharp tang of copper filled his nostrils, and in his peripheral vision, he caught the sight of sticky blood coating his fingers. "Wh…what…"

"Don't move. You've been badly injured and I've only barely managed to patch you up." Thrive hurried to him and removed the mask, lifting his head with the utmost caution to tug the elastic band from around his neck. "Let me know if you need this again."

"Am I…" Warren fought another wave of unconsciousness. "Am I on the floor?"

A wave of startling pain slammed him then; a soul-rendering pulse of white-hot agony originating from somewhere under his ribs that permeated into his shoulders, chest, and entire spine. He grabbed Thrive's arms and squeezed, close to lifting into the air to escape it, a reverberating cry leaping from his throat, cold sweat springing to life on his forehead as he screwed his eyes shut.

Thrive's hands went to work somewhere around his side, sliding under his shirt to flatten a palm to his skin and cradling his head with the other. After a few seconds, the pain began to fade, replaced by a low, tolerable throb that still had Warren perspiring against the frigid tile.

Another calmer moment passed and it occurred to him that Thrive had started to tremble against him. "What the hell was that? What…what happened to me?"

"Where do I start?"

Warren looked at him, the haze clearing from his brain. "…The beginning, usually."

Thrive swallowed and nodded. "We were moving east, looking for supplies to get us through the rest of the season. You and I found an abandoned school that had been set up as a shelter against the eliyi…we were ambushed and one of them impaled you. I was all the way down the hall, I couldn't get there in time to stop it."

Warren winced through a twinge in his ribs. "That's not very badass of me. Tell me I got a few of them first."

"You actually held your own fairly well," Thrive admitted, a faint smile crossing his features. "I was impressed."

"So…what happened then?"

"I held them off as best I could, but there were too many of them, so I picked you up and ran away. I tried to stop the bleeding once we were safe, but…it was in excess. There was no way I could save you if I didn't find the right equipment. I brought you here, to the nearest hospital, but it was practically too late. You…died. I couldn't bring you back."

He stopped, having also noticed the slight wobble his voice had taken right at the end of that sentence. He shook his head, not meeting Warren's gaze, continuing with no impatience to stave off his pain.

"…I thought I lost you."

Warren watched him carefully. "That's an interesting way to phrase that, E.T…" He let out a bark of pained laughter when Thrive combed his fingers through his hair. "Oh, god, that feels incredible but I'm definitely not excited to have blood in my hair now."

"You clearly haven't seen the rest of you yet."

"I've been avoiding that on purpose. It feels like I took a bath in it." He tightly grasped his hand, heart pounding against his chest at all of the unexpected intimate physical contact. "Christ…I think I'm gonna pass out for a couple of hours if that's okay."

Thrive squeezed his hand. "Get some rest. I'm going to look around for useful items."

Warren felt his warmth leave him and opened his eyes when Thrive passed through the door into the dark hallway. "Wait."

Thrive stopped and turned.

In that moment, Warren felt more vulnerable than he'd ever felt. The haze began to return and fatigue settled onto him like a weighted blanket. "…Can you stay?"

Without thinking twice about it, Thrive stepped back into the room. He gently scooped him up into his arms like he weighed nothing, moving him to the bed, where he stretched out beside him.

"I'll be here until you wake," Thrive murmured.

Warren fell asleep with his fingers laced through Thrive's.

[soldrawss]

@funneylizzie got me in that Casey Jones Jr brainrot and I haven't known peace since

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 198

Now Bruce was not expecting to reincarnate upon his death. At least he thinks he died, he’s pretty sure he did. There wasn’t any other reason for him to be a well, literal baby. Around two he thinks, which fits well with the fact that it’s around that time that babies start forming memory recall, if he, well, remembered correctly. 

But while he knew about reincarnation thanks to Shayera and Carter, he’d never exactly given it much thought towards himself. Because seriously, what were the chances of such a thing as him being given another chance? 

So he was quite surprised at his situation, experimentally opening and closing pudgy hands that looked well, just a tiny bit off. He’d never been that pale before, he thinks, even back when he never went outside like, ever. 

He turned his gaze towards the mobile above him with a sort of idle curiosity- a mixture of bats (ha) and other trinkets he wasn’t familiar with. It also caused him to get his first good look at his parent, asleep on a rocking chair right next to the crib. 

Huh. They had the same pale skin he did, albeit in the light it looked like it was slightly tinted blue, and while their hair was white they didn’t exactly look old. They looked surprisingly well rested for raising a toddler too, unless they had a nanny or something similar… He rolled over, managing to very shakily push himself to his feet with the help of the crib. 

Why was standing so hard as a toddler? And why did he have his memories of everything except how he had died anyway? 

His head whipped up from where they were staring at his feet when he heard a snort, finding his parent awake and standing. Somehow silently enough that he hadn’t noticed- or he was that easily distracted by the unfamiliar giddiness bursting in his chest. 

“Morning little bat,” his parent easily picked him up and held him while he inwardly sighed at the nickname. Of course his bat motif would follow him into this life. A low rumbling almost caused him to jump, his body relaxing before he could fully register the sound. The… purring? 

Oh. 

He wasn’t human this time around. 

[baeshijima]

imagine an au where you wake up to a chill seeping through the comfort of your duvet. it's a little unusual. the mornings shouldn't be so cold anymore; did you maybe leave the window open?

a headache blooms along your conscience, and you think that maybe you had one too many drinks out of frustration last night. but, then again, it's not your fault that prickly bastard got on your nerves and made you drink till you passed out. he just has it out for you!

bare arms are draped over your equally bare midriff, its hold around you tightening and— wait. you're NAKED?!

by the speed at which you flipped to your other side, you wouldn't be surprised if you got whiplash. actually, scrap that. maybe the familiar face lying beside you, alongside the marks you barely caught a glimpse of amidst your turn, is more than enough to wish you actually did get it.

"mmh, what's wrong?" he mumbles in all his sleepy glory, clearly disoriented from your sudden movement. a hand rubs against his heavy lids in a feeble attempt to clear out the bleary fog which clings to his vision, one in which blocks the sight of you by default. "you're never up before me in these mornings."

...how did you end up in the bed of your arch-nemesis (self-proclaimed), naked, and— why is he staring at you so affectionately? weren't you just at each other's throats a few hours ago? (figuratively or literally, it doesn't matter. you were at each other's throats all the same.)

(or, you somehow find yourself three years into the future, married to the very same prickly bastard who made you black-out drunk (self-inflicted). and naked (not self-inflicted. probably).)

[fairyroses]

— SMALLVILLE, "Tempest" (1.21) & "Fragile" (5.18)

[jewreallythinkthat]

Would love it if people stopped fandomising the war. Like person XYZ wouldn't have an opinion cause they are a fictional character.

People are dying. People are starving to death, dying from bombs and gun fire in a war that the majority of them did not want to start. This is not your blorbo fandom. These are real people.

I get that it's overwhelming and scary and horrifying but if it is too much for you, no one will blame you for logging out for a couple of days and just processing. Coping by forcing war into fandom spaces that people go to try and escape the horrors of real life is disgusting.

[whumpshaped]

tw royal whump, abuse of power, past torture, implied future torture, bullying for zero reason, drowning

Whumpee had been working for hours. The Hall was enormous; the floor seemed to stretch into infinity whenever they looked up. So they just stopped looking, working square inch by square inch, never daring to check how much more work they had left.

Their knees were aching, bones pressed against an unforgivingly hard surface, skin catching on every little bump. Their arms and back were burning with the exertion, but they continued scrubbing, rewetting and wringing out the cloth again and again.

Just a little more, surely. They had to be close to done by now.

They didn’t stop working when they heard footsteps. People inside the palace would come and go all the time, it wasn’t any of their business — except this set of footsteps seemed to grow nearer still, way beyond the threshold of the Hall.

Whumpee didn’t look up. They scrubbed even more diligently, keeping their head low and their movements as silent as possible. It didn’t matter. By the time those expensive boots entered their field of vision, they already knew who it was. There was only one person who never left them alone even while working.

Her Majesty’s second son was as much of a brat as one could get, even within the royal family; with all the power and none of the responsibility, plenty of free time, and an unexplainable sadistic streak, he was the subject of many of Whumpee’s recurring nightmares. They didn’t understand what they’d done to warrant being the prince’s favourite chewtoy, and they were starting to suspect there wasn’t a reason, aside from simple misfortune.

“Busy?”

Whumpee put down the cloth, still keeping their eyes fixed on the floor. What were they supposed to say? Yes, they were, but that could come off rude. If they said no, however… well, that was a clear lie. “I’m happy to assist in whatever Your Highness may need,” they said in the end, hoping it was good enough.

“Look at me.” Whumpee swallowed and looked up, meeting the prince’s icy cold eyes. If there ever was a picture of pure malice, it must’ve been based off of him. “Do you think you’re doing a good job here, servant?”

“I’m doing the best job I can possibly–”

“Look at the water.” The prince suddenly grabbed them by the hair, making them yelp as they were dragged over to the bucket. “It’s filthy. You should’ve brought fresh water long ago, that’s not going to clean anything.”

“Y-yes, Your Highness. I apologise. I’ll bring–” They were cut off when the prince let go, shoving them down towards the admittedly quite dirty water. They caught themself before they could’ve fallen, their face just inches away from being submerged. “I’ll bring–”

He stepped on the back of their head, pushing them down as far as their body would allow. They didn’t have a chance to take a deep breath beforehand, and they certainly wouldn’t get one now. Their terrified whines and whimpers escaped them in large bubbles of precious oxygen, but the prince showed no sign of wanting to let them up.

They couldn’t breathe. They couldn’t breathe. They couldn’t–

The pressure suddenly disappeared and Whumpee yanked their head out of the bucket, getting water everywhere as they coughed and sputtered. Their lungs were burning with all the inhaled musky water, their throat scratchy and in pain from the abuse.

“Oh, by the way,” the prince began casually while they were still wheezing, “Mother sent me to check on the state of the Hall, since the event is about to start soon. I’m sure she will be very disappointed when I tell her–”

“I’ll be quicker,” Whumpee choked out, every word bringing more agony. “Please, Your Highness, I–”

The prince didn’t hesitate to kick them in the ribs with those expensive boots, and through the pain, Whumpee wondered how severely they’d be punished if their useless body were to make a scratch in the leather. “Do not interrupt me,” he hissed. “You can’t do your damn job or show respect? Have you already forgotten the last lashing?”

They couldn’t answer. It all hurt so much, they were too scared, they hated it all–

“That’s quite alright, I suppose. When I tell Mother about the servant who caused the delay, I’ll simply offer to handle the punishment arrangements myself. It’ll be a nice refresher — since the water doesn’t seem to have been enough.”

[oodlally-doodlally]

feeling deeply atrociously sorrowful over Nie Huaisang and the position he ultimately ends up in and i am not a big enough boy to stop crying. this man has destroyed my spirit by destroying his own life (and others) i need to hug him immediately

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Fictober '20 Prompt No. 7 — "Yes I did, what about it?"

Category: Original WIP: Drowning Future Rating: T Timeline: unsure CW: none Word Count: 996 Additional Notes: I was more or less experimenting with this AU for these prompts

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PART I

The streetlights cut out several hours into the trek down a long stretch of road leading out of Somerwilde. No ceremony, no loud sound to accompany it, just sudden darkness coinciding with the complete lack of moon to provide relief of any kind from the void.

Warren stopped in his tracks and gripped Thrive's arm instinctively. The line of trees beside them became vague shapes reaching, clawing out of the ground toward the stars, begging for visibility.

Without a word, Thrive took Warren's elbow and led him further down the road. Their footsteps crunched against fallen leaves and forest debris, shattered glass from unfortunate vehicles, and remnants of forgotten snow.

A flash of yellow on the horizon with the brief strength of the sun ushered in an eerie glow in the sky and a period of uncomfortable quiet. Warren glanced at Thrive, who continued leading with a concerned eye on the far distance.

"What happened," Warren asked.

Shaking his head, Thrive slid his hold on Warren down to his wrist. "I'm not sure. The eliyi transport ship seems to have gone offline from what I can see down here."

Warren's eyes began to adjust but he made no move to pull himself from Thrive's grip. "What's that mean? Is it over?"

"Unlikely. It could mean they're out of fuel, in which case..."

Adjusting the heavy rucksack on his shoulder, Warren cleared his throat against the steadily rising warmth in his face as a result of Thrive's long fingers drifting absently closer to his own. "Could they get their fuel from us?"

"No. Their ships are powered by a crystallized chemical only found in Andromeda."

Warren almost tripped on something and Thrive's grip tightened to keep him steady. "Uh…so…they're gonna fall out of the sky."

"It's not guaranteed that's what's happened. It was…just speculation."

"Did you take my hand to keep a line of calm between us?"

"Yes, I did. What about it?"

Warren inhaled sharply and tried to keep himself from spouting too much emotion through their touch. "Nothin'. Just…do you…wanna set up camp somewhere? I'm getting tired, and we could use a fire right now."

Later, as the light from their established campfire threw sharp shadows across the trees and frozen ground, Warren watched Thrive pace the perimeter of the clearing. He'd never seemed so agitated, so unsettled by something in the few years he'd been on Earth.

"I'm beginning to think," he said at length, soft enough to be all but drowned out by the gentle wind rustling through the trees, "that we should've stayed at the cabin."

Warren snorted. "Well, it's a little too late for that. Are we about to have another conversation about how you can't protect me and going into Anchorage is something you need to do oh-so-valiantly on your own?"

Thrive turned to him. "You continually insist on staying with me."

Warren bit his lip and lifted the flap of the rucksack in an excuse not to make further eye contact. "Yah…I'm a grown man with autonomy."

To his surprise, Thrive strode to him and crouched down right in front of him. "I'm not going to pretend I can sway you, as knowing you for as long as I have up to this point has made me wise to your absolute reckless regard for your own life veiled under the thin guise of bravery. So I've given up trying and have, instead, prayed with every spiritual fiber of self that you will change your mind and keep safe."

The fog from both of their breath swirled together and Warren's gaze flicked between each of Thrive's emerald eyes, shimmering with frustration and the light of the lapping flames beside them. "You've prayed."

"I haven't prayed since I left Slodia, but damn it, Warren…you cannot lure me into caring for you and then refuse to let me protect you in any way I can."

"Stop talking to me like that."

"Then stop forcing me t—!"

Warren's hand snapped out to clutch Thrive's chin with a fierceness he didn't know he currently possessed. The air around them charged with static and Thrive's eyes flashed with anger but he initially didn't stop him or retaliate in any way.

"To what, E.T.," Warren growled. "You'd better not say anything you don't fucking mean."

He could feel the power roiling through Thrive's skin beneath his fingers. The heat from their proximity cut through the stinging cold of the air, and tension engulfed the entire forest.

"Do you suspect that I could?" Thrive muttered through gritted teeth. "Do you suspect after all of this time and all of my insecurities, after we've shared body and brain, that I could look you in the eye and mean it?" He finally slapped a hand around Warren's wrist. "Would I be lying, Warren?"

"There's no un-saying it. If you say it now, you can't take it back."

"We could die tomorrow." Thrive's face underwent a strange metamorphosis of guarded hostility to exposed worry. "And you're concerned about whether or not I mean it?"

Warren didn't realize his own hand had snaked around to bury fingers in Thrive's golden hair. "Fucking mean it."

Thrive observed his face as if truly seeing it for the first time. He took in every feature, every freckle and eyelash, every line and curve. His hands held his face, thumbs grazing his cheekbones, and for the first time in three years, the heaviness of the world became fully realized. Every moment was not a guarantee. Every breath was a gift. Their coming together was a fluke, a glitch in the universe, and at any moment it could've been fixed. With every unsteady exhale Warren forced out of himself, an inhale could be robbed from him.

"I mean it," Thrive whispered. "I mean it."

Warren kissed him for the hundredth time, but it felt like the first. And through their vulnerable touch in intimacy and in sleep, he made it clear that he meant it, too.

[vimbry]

jumping off the back of the post about genres of song lyrics, another thing about tmbg's lyrics in particular is that even when they write about pleasant themes, they still manage to frequently do so through a sinister lens:

the experience of having children and looking after them:

a nice little nightlight protecting a child muses on the shortcomings it would have outside its assigned responsibility:

fantasising about getting high in the park with your crush:

[goodfish-bowl]

Nap With the Fishes Art

Ectoberhaunt 2024 Day 10: Creepy and Wet

Based on this fic I did for last year. Thought it would be a good fit for both prompts. Kept it simple this time.

Ectoberhaunt 2024 Masterpost

[mispatchedgreens]

by the two-edged sword

Baoxiang knows he is poison

band au/ 5k/ m

[verdantglow]

I finished reading Not friends, no we're something in between by @prudentseer about 45 minutes ago.

I am still getting hit by random waves of residual emotion whenever the slightest thought of it creeps back up in my mind.

Please go read this fic, y'all. Please. It's so good. Please.

[starbuck]

idk why people think that just because they’re good friends with someone means they should be in a relationship… like. i’m SORRY you like me more than all your other friends now… can’t it just be good that we’re good friends??????? why does that automatically mean that we have to be life partners??????????

[d8tl55c]

me: waiting for shoe(s) to drop

Personified Alan Becker YouTube Icon: oh... buddy...

[sleepyboywrites]

Hey there, do you wanna do yandere headcannons for the creepypasta characters? (Specifically Trans or Cis Male Reader) whichever once you want, I did it with the TF2 characters and it was tons of fun

Hey! I hope it's okay if I just do an in general Male Reader because I don't like to use specifics unless it's necessary, like for trans/cis exclusive experiences ie: dysphoria/euphoria, overly descriptive nsfw if I ever end up doing something like that, and/or things like periods which cis men don't experience to allow more people to relate. In short I just don't want any male readers to feel excluded if it's not an exclusive experience if that makes any sense.

Also I apologize for not posting in a bit and taking so long to respond to this turns out I have too many thoughts about this particular prompt actually so this will probably turn into individual series/posts after this one

Yandere! Creepypasta x Male!Reader.

Tw: yandere behaviors kidnapping, murder, physical or psychological abuse, slightly spicy? for a couple Idk, it's nothing descriptive just mentions of a perverted mind and could possibly be interpreted in that way

Eyeless Jack

• obsession obsession obsession. Beastlike has things he stole from you in a nest. Kills people who interact with you. Almost wolf-like if I had to put a fine point to it.

• At first it's just people who were mean to you, hurt you, or made you feel badly about yourself because surely a boy like yourself would praise him for being so helpful to you, right?

• Then it's anyone who gets too close or appears to like you romantically.

• Then it's anyone you spend too much time with which interferes with time meant for him.

• He's delusional, but in the practical sense.

• Think, "I'm doing this to protect him" , "Those people would hurt him eventually", "He's not safe on his own, he needs me to look over him." "The outside world will tear him apart."

• Stalks you 24/7. You are never without eyes on you but you also don't have a clue he's watching at first.

• After all he only steals things you haven't worn in months or you could chock up to misplacing.

• And he's a hunter so he specializes in stalking whether for food or in personal matters.

• You won't know he's there until it's too late.

• He'll make his move to kidnap you once you've essentially isolated yourself out of fear to those around you dying. He'll treat you gently during his kidnapping.

• Using his medical knowledge he'd give you anesthesia as you sleep and take you home.

• May remove an organ or two as souvenirs, treats if you will to add to his nest.

• Once you are in his possession he will add you to his nest and you'll wake up pressed firmly into his chest as he mumbles incoherently.

•If you ever try to leave he will make you pliant in anyway he can think of. He's not above physically harming you if that makes it so you can't leave him. He worked so hard to retrieve his mate and he won't lose you even if he has to hurt you or you end up hating him but you will stay.

Ben Drowned

• A lot like EJ he's also always watching difference is you are always overly aware of his presence.

• He wants you to know that he's watching. He wants you to interact with him. Even if that interaction is you yelling at him and begging him to leave you alone.

• He is 100% playing some sort of sick game with you that he knows you'll lose. Think you'll develop Stockholm syndrome before he even kidnaps you.

• If he ever leaves you alone for a few days you'd find yourself missing the teasing remarks and add ons normally added as you went about your day.

• All due to his tendency to drive people insane of which you are not immune but the trail of your insanity leading directly to his arms.

• He knows this and is overly cocky about it both to your face and to others. Think, "oh poor you, you love me, what an unfortunate situation." To your face the first time you fall asleep around him with a stupid sick grin or "I'm going to kill you and he's going to come to me for comfort and protection when he finds out." when talking to someone he's deemed bad for you.

• He wouldn't go on a murder spree without a trigger but then like Jack that'll devolve into killing anyone he disapproves of which is everyone else.

• He has a general distaste and distrust of people due to the nature of his creation and will find an excuse to kill anyone around you should his murderous intent be triggered which can happen in three different ways you're constantly distraught by someone, you start ignoring him to be around someone else, or you've failed to keep him entertained so he needed a more entertaining situation.

• Possesive with a capital P, if he does not know your precise location or have you within arms reach at any given moment he will lose it.

• Clingy but veiled with indifference. He'll act as if he doesn't care but insist on keeping some kind of contact at all times. Once he physically has you this would be physical contact and before hand just following you everywhere saying he doesn't have anything better to do.

• Will use psychological and emotionally harmful methods to keep you in line if you ever try to reject him or his advances but claims won't hurt you physically in anyway.

• His vice grip on you reveals otherwise though. Enough so to encourage you to go along with him.

Laughing Jack

• I feel he'd court you in cat-like ways. If you've been in his box more extravagant shows with him as the lead, carrying you around places. (Being weary to let you leave until he eventually stops letting you leave.

•Leaving you gifts that go from sweet to scary really fast. Think your favorite treats and then your loved ones' hearts carved from their chests so you never have to leave him again.

• He's the king of being delulu and reacts poorly to ungratefulness so do try your best not to scream or hit him when instead of cotton candy he has a loved one's head on a stick.

• You can try to gently coerce him to stop killing your loved ones in order to isolate you and making you stay forever/to let you go. But he'll say "you're being silly" and "here is where you belong you goofball of a boy. " covered in your loved ones blood as he ruffles your hair.

•The accidentally kill you for being ungrateful/not accept him and keep your corpse like your still alive type.

•Keep it lighthearted and the Jester is your friend. If you don't and mention troubles he'll fix them violently.

• Is constantly coddling and cuddling you.

• Since he was once a guardian angel and he believes his murdering of ungrateful children is God's work, he sees you as a present for all his good work.

• Like a child being gifted a puppy on Christmas.

• Bone crushing hugs and grips that bruise your skin and make it so it hurts to move but he acts like he didn't mean to and gets moody if you push him away or say he's hurting you.

• It's an act though, he likes seeing you squirm in pain and the expressions you make trying not to cry when he holds you.

• He thinks it's cute. He thinks you're cute when you're in pain.

• On a lighter note, he 100% is the type of clingy to hold your sleeve going places or to poke you (mostly) lightly in order to get your attention.

Homicidal Liu

•The softest in this lineup.

• I believe the term is dormant Yandere? Yeah. It is, because you wouldn't guess something is off until something starts getting between the two of you.

• You remind him of before his traumas, whether that be you look like someone who was kind to him before or upon first meeting you were genuine, honest, and kind. You make him feel safe and calm or as calm as Sully gets and he's never letting you leave him.

• He'd incorporate himself into your life truly getting close to you. Like this is months if not years long in the making. He becomes the closest person to you in your inner circle and you're the same for him. He plays the long game.

• You guys live together and you probably already like him the same way he likes you but both of you are too awkward to talk about it and Sully has been forbidden to say anything or Liu threatened to take his meds. Or you guys are in a long-term committed relationship already.

• Protective, possessive, and obsessive but fairly level headed. He is aware of the reality of the situation. Ie: his possessiveness is giving you his clothes and repetitive thoughts of "mine" during times of physical contact or seeing you in his clothes and needing texts or where you are, why you left, and when you plan on being back as well as if anything changes. He obsesses over your likes, dislikes, mannerisms, emotional cues, and interests so he essentially knows you even better than you do. Protective being watching over you as you sleep in situations where it's acceptable to do so and setting up security systems for the house.

•More likely to grab your arm or hug your knees and sob "please don't leave me" than he is to ever hurt you. The most agressive he gets is when Sully is fronting but even then the likelihood of him hurting you above holding you a bit too tight is 5% and reserved for extremely specific occasions which virtually don't happen. Ie: you find out he's a murderer and react too poorly in a way he didn't expect, you leave him cold turkey, you treat him poorly

• Clingy always needs some kind of contact most of the time this equates to holding hands/pinkies in public and ensuring the two of you are essentially attached at the hip. Though because he's entered your inner circle you just think it's because you two are close and that's the product of your closeness.

• His hunting turns into stalking and killing those who've been bugging you and you've talked poorly about whenever he feels his bloodlust bubbling over.

•'Cause if he kills people you've said that you wished would die or that you hate you'll be able to forgive or even praise him right?

• Unlikely to kidnap you unless he gets caught/found out then he'll probably relocate the two of you but he'd rather talk to you about it beforehand so it'd be a last minute emergency type thing. Or if you spend too much time away from him.

Jeff the Killer

• Doesn't play games of any kind. He'll observe you just long enough to learn about you, your schedule, who all knows you, and how frequently they check in. Then he'll remove obstacles and he'll just just take you.

• Impatient and the shortest fuse known to man.

• He's not afraid to hurt you in fact he enjoys it so the more perverted side of him wants you to push him and his expectations.

• The chain you up in a basement type

•He'll kill anyone involved with your life so when you beg him to let you go with tears in your eyes saying you have people waiting for you he can tell you with certainty that you don't. Not anymore. Laughing as he tells you and stroking/tugging at your hair.

• Degrading and mean to the point where you can't tell if he hates you or not. Uses pet names in a derogatory way as well.

• Pretty distant and cold even after you warm up to him and he lets you wander around a contained and highly surveillanced area, though it's probably just the torture basement he chained you up in to begin with.

•Most affection you'd get is a pat on the head or shoulder.

•Any other form of affection wouldn't really feel like affection.

•Wants to break you into a mindless doll essentially for him to love, use, and abuse. But the breaking you into it is very important to him.

• Will torture you severely for any mishap.

•The only way you can tell he's attracted to you beyond physically, is if he goes too far with the torture, when he's patching you up, or when he brings you something you like/he likes.

•Though he talks to you sweetly sometimes after you pass out and/or are slipping into unconsciousness. "You were made for me, sweet boy." "So good for me." It wigs you out though.

•you will feel like you live on eggshells as try your best to accommodate to him.

• you are most likely to go insane and learn to crave his mistreatment.

Ticci-Toby

• Delusional. He is convinced you and him are in love and have the white picket fence dream. Complete with a German Shepherd and two adopted kids.

• And because of the way his brain is scrambled once he starts thinking about you regularly he can no longer tell what really happened or what was a daydream.

• Hopefully he has a good enough grip on reality to have actually interacted with you before his delusions convince him that you need to be with him at all times and he kidnaps you.

• 'Cause if not he's going to be really confused as to why his boyfriend who told him this is what he wanted is freaking out to the point of needing restrained. You'll hurt his feelings and he'll probably successfully gaslight you into believing his delusions himself.

• Also the lock you up type but more in the paranoid of others stealing you from him way, so if it's not together you aren't going.

• Like Jeff he allows you to roam around a highly surveillanced and locked up area but unlike Jeff it's an actual house and not a basement.

• He will hole up with you for weeks until duty calls or the house runs out of supplies

• Very "I love him I love him I love him I love him" coded and needs you to be just as enthusiastic.

•The hurt you on accident and profusely apologize immediately after but loves how you look when you cry and tremble as he patches you up type.

• Think someone telling him something that insinuated his affections towards you didn't count so he grabs your arm and squeezes it as you try walking away, asking "Toby... you're hurting me." He says wide-eyed struggling for only a moment as his kidnapper/partner tightens his grip with steel cold eyes. "Tell me it counts. It counted right?" (may or may not be my first ex-core as in my experience based)

•He feels really guilty about it too and periodically he will be crying into your lap forcing you to comfort him after an outburst because he feels just like his dad and he hates it.

Tim/Masky

• Much like Homicidal Liu and Hoodie he is actively incorporating you into his life. Difference is he's trying to manipulate you into thinking he's the only one you can trust.

• Uses the White Knight Method, which in case you're unfamiliar is a highly efficient manipulation technique in which they solve your problems while unbeknownst to you being the source of said problems until you become obsessed with or fall in love with the "knight" protecting you.

• If you feel like someone is watching you, he's toying with you. In fact he'll probably show up shortly after from the opposite direction of where you think watching is coming from and ask you if you're okay. Revelling in the look of fear on your face as you gush to him about what's bothering you and promising to protect you as he walks you home.

•He'll sabotage your relationships by making you think that they're the ones who've been leaving disturbing gifts on your doorstep/trying to hurt you.

• It's very much so a game to him and you're the prize.

• He's the type to want to see every emotion you have to offer.

• He's also the likes when you smile and likes when you cry more type

• But his need for you to need him and seek him out basically nukes the previous headcannon and makes it so he settles for comforting you when as far as you know something/someone else made you cry.

•Essentially by the time he's done with you, you'd beg to never leave his side, for him to keep you close and keep you safe but you don't have to because that's right where he wants you.

Brian/Hoodie

• Stalker alert! He's watching you sleep and following you everywhere

•Also uses the White Knight method but he uses what would have been a one time scary occurrence and uses that occurrence as a scapegoat to make more situations/scenarios which isolate you and bring you closer to him.

• In fact, his protection is a gateway to you, his foot in the door.

•It starts with him stepping in when things get scary then you see him somewhere you frequent and you talk to him or he talks to you and numbers are exchanged.

• After of which you are his clearly. Obviously, you just don't know it yet.

• Then he starts staging more scary, making your loved ones hurt you/turn on you/are the culprit in a scary situation until he's all you have. Until you need him.

• Mans has hidden cameras all over your house.

•You know where most of them are after all it was his idea, he said it was for your protection. What you didn't account for is all the hidden cameras in the gifts he's got you.

• He's the quiet, doting, infantilizing type.

• As in he genuinely believes you are too small, weak, and pure to know any of his intentions and he treats you as if you have no clue about anything always. Babies you constantly at a gradually increasing weight until it's suffocating.

• He wants to lock you up and protect you.

• Gaslighting king, if you catch on or try to leave him he will gaslight you into staying.

• Think "Baby boy what are you even talking about everything I've done was for your protection and your protection alone. There's no secret cameras you don't know about you're being silly." Or "Sweet boy, I've never done anything you didn't want or need. I'm very intuned to your needs and you need me. You need to be protected, you aren't safe unless I'm near."

• So genuinely and heartfeltly said that you'd clearly be the bad guy for even thinking like that and with how deep he has you you'd believe him too.