Woah! I haven’t done this in awhile: Doodle dump!!!
Yes that right! A doodle dump time!
I haven’t made one in so long so here it is! Featuring Jeffery the Killer
Like always! Let’s break it down :3
Expectations Vs Reality
In my world Jeff isn’t super tall but he’s extremely strong
Working out for an unachievable goal 😔 He’ll get there I believe in him
Jack doesn’t have the heart to tell Jeff he can’t actually see the movie, he just loves hearing him explain what’s going on
Jeff knows <3
Jeffery going on a tangent mid snuff stream, it’ll get stale if all he does is kill so he does more things to keep it interesting
If you’re lucky he’ll have his mods find your ip and visit you :)
Suprise!! Nina is here going on a flame war with her online enemy! No they have never met. Yes each other thinks their Jeff’s biggest fan
(I just love her guys can you blame me)
Nina in this world is still a fan of Jeff but in the way film bros love directors. Jeff is her favorite snuff film producer and she will mansplain his work to you if she gets the chance.
“Yeah his earlier work has so much depth about his mental state, you haven’t seen it? Okay so his beginning work start out with-“
She’s also a beginner snuff producer
Hope you all enjoy this doodle dump!! Hopefully I’ll make more :3 till next time
Host out!!
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🧺 #1 “please? i can’t sleep without you.” with osamu for @etoiile from my fruits basket :D
warning: fem!reader is called "princess" once
“yer still down here?”
osamu’s groggy voice jolts you from a daze. it’s past midnight, you’re sure as you turn to look at him standing at the bottom of the stairs. despite the drowsiness kicking in, you try to shoot him a smile. “sorry, samu. i’m almost done, i promise.”
he hums and makes his way to your desk, grey slippers that match your own padding against the wooden tiles. you note the pitch black he walked through to get to the study. “do i haveta stop you from overworkin’ again?”
“i’m not overworking.”
“sweetheart,” he warns with a sickeningly sweet mumble to your temple—one you hate, one he always uses when you’re at your weakest and he knows his win is inevitable—followed close by arms wrapping around your middle.
“i’m not, i’m just–” you huff defiantly anyway, but the black size 12 letters start to bleed and blur on your screen, and you have to rub your eyes before looking at him. “i’ll be in bed soon.”
“soon as in now?”
“samu.”
“hon.”
his fingers make a slow path beneath your shirt, a gentle hand landing on your stomach. he takes a deep breath, and warm air fans across your skin as he mumbles again, “please? i can’t sleep without ya.”
the text cursor blinks at you—faster than your own have been for the past 5 minutes—as he wets his lips and presses against you.
“...damn you, osamu miya.”
osamu’s act falls as fast as it came, his pout morphing into a smirk as he chuckles and nips at your neck. “is that how you wanna talk t’your sleepy, doting husband?”
“oh shut up, i’ll go brush my teeth.”
“yeah?” he tilts his head and smirks. “need me to carry ya, my tired princess?”
“no, i do not, thank you.” you roll your eyes as you turn off the monitor and stand up.
“m’kay, i’ll still come with you.”
you snort, trying and failing to suppress a smile, “wow, so needy tonight.”
“needy?” he pinches your cheek as you turn off the monitor and stand up (and breathes a laugh when you whine his name). “more like i need t’make sure y’don’t fall asleep at the counter.”
“oh come on, that happened once—”
“yeah, and i’m making sure it won’t happen a second time. because i love you,” he both teases and reminds you, the sparkle in his eyes half amusement, half worry and affection.
so you lean against him, let an arm wrap around your shoulder and lips kiss your forehead, with little to say but “i love you too.”
you’re sure the work can be done another day.
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