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[teethbomb]

“It’s not that difficult to get your head around, you’ll never meet another me.”

[doctorsiren]

Day 24 of Sirentober / Doctober

Golden / Tango

I love shading metal

Available as a print on my Etsy Shop

[dreamingsyn]

obsessive actor mark au send post

[jikothemartian-z]

🎵SOMEBODY’S WATCHING ME 🎵

❤️💚KAI & CRANE💚❤️

Song Name: Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell 

Song Name: Stalker’s Tango by Autoheart

[fall3nash2339]

Top artists (I fucking love Penelope Scott but I haven't listened to her since MAY how is she in first)

666 twice I am proud of myself

And my top songs.

I can't believe this

[floralcavern]

story concept (inspired while listening to music)

It’s the end of the world!

And people are dying left and right!

3 of the last humans in one huge city have managed to escape jail. •A hitman who’s killed many, as long as you pay him well. He’s so, very tired of his companions, but he thinks grouping together and using their skills to his advantage will be the best course of action. He’s very skilled with machinery (Helter Skelter) •A stalker who killed the girl he was obsessively following and now he carries a makeshift doll of her that he talks to (in denial that the girl is dead). He’s very nimble and a good spy. He’s also very good with blades. (Stalker’s Tango) •A money launderer who used her beauty to her advantage as she stole from every person she’s seduced, causing them to go bankrupt and lose their homes and things like that. She will kill anyone in the world if it means she can get a pet bird. Very charismatic and very talented at pickpocketing and stealing. (Ex’s and Oh’s)

The hitman is the only one with braincells and trying to keep the two people he’s now stuck with under control so they can all manage to stay alive. The stalker and the launderer honestly hate each other. Will these 3 TERRIBLE people manage to stay alive? And will they be the ones to end the apocalypse?

[lil--nuggett]

Stalker's Tango - Autoheart

Hey guys I love the Pokémon Manga dearly!! These mfs were out here DYING!!

But no fr stalkers tango makes me think of them but pokespe, so I threw this together in 2 days. It took like 13-14 hours overall but it was so worth it. Even if I have never drawn a single tango pose in my life.

Here's some extras as a little treat: my original thumbnail, the finished rendering without the background, AND the lineart by itself <3

[faetima]

𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞. .

. . one day you receive an odd text from an unknown number. you try blocking the number, but it doesn’t work.

oh well, it’s probably just someone pranking you.

right?

// tws ; lil bit of cursing, stalking ; gn reader ; modern au, yandere au

a/n: sorry for the weird formatting!! tumblr wouldn't let me format it correctly :(

also sorry for the random bigger text, it keeps changing random letters and numbers to be bigger for some reason??

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.

aconties — symbolize hatred and that you should be cautious.

aconite - veil

always forever - cults

jealous girl - lana del rey

suki suki daisuki - jun togawa

yes or yes - twice

saccharine - jazmin bean

stalker’s tango - autoheart

an unhealthy obsession - tbrso

candy coated suicide - night club

i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks

i’m a slave 4 u - jazmin bean

the red means i love you - madds buckley

body - mother mother

red lights - bang chan, hyunjin

playlist <3

𝟭.‎‎‎‎‎

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

18:12 december 12th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite. :)

you

hi

who is this?

unknown number

oh, dont worry about that.

youll know very soon, my beloved aconite. <3

read 18:20

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟮.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

13:27 december 13th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite!

how was your day today?

sent 13:27

unknown number

hello?

sent 16:43

unknown number

please reply. i know youre online, aconite.

you

please stop

who is this??

unknown number

i told you before !

haha, my aconite is so silly. never remembers anything.

like your math homework yesterday, hm? completely forgot to do it!

so cute.<3

read 17:38

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟯.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:12 december 14th, 2024

unknown number

who is that boy?

you

?

unknown number

the one sitting across from you.

he keeps looking at you.

he keeps touching you. its pissing me off.

who is he?

you

he’s my friend

unknown number

sure.

well see how long that lasts. :)

read 12:48

--

you looked up from your phone, glancing towards bennett, and then around the small cafeteria which was packed with people, a shiver running down your spine.

whoever was texting you was here, and they were watching you.

𝟰.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:58 december 17th, 2024

unknown number

my beloved aconite, arent you supposed to be in class rigjt now?

right ***

ignore that.

and, most importantly, arent you supposed to be paying attention?

come on darling, on your phone in the one class i so happen to be in?

you can do this in chemistry or something. dont do it just when i so happen to be near you. i know for a fact you dont do this in any other class.

anyways, see you later ❤️❤️

read 13:02

𝟱.

you have started a chat !

09:27 december 18th, 2024

you

BENNETT

HELP KE

NE

ME

benny

Huh? Wht happened? R u ok?

you

NO

THERE’S THIS GHY

OR GIRL I DON’T KNOW

AND I THINK HE’S STALKING ME OR SOMETHING

benny

Huh?? Wdym?

you

LIKE

OKAY I DON’T KNOW IF HE’S STALKING ME

BUT HE’S GIVING ME REALLY FREAKY VIBES

HE KEEPS TEXTING ME

AND HE SAW ME TALKING TO YOU

AND THEN HE ASKED ABT THAT

AND HE WAS LIKE “HE WON’T BE YOUR FRIEND FOR LONG 🙂”

AND AND AND

APPARENTLY HE’S IN MY MATH CLASS???

AND HE SAW ME ON MY PHONE

JND TEHN HE TEXTED ME AND SCOLED ME

HELP WHAT DO I DO

benny

Just block him

you

I TRIED

IT’S NOT WORKING??

benny

Well I dont think u can do anything abt it besides that

Bc u dont hv any proof that he has any malicious intent

So uhm maybe just ignore him

Maybe hes just trolling u

you

yeah

maybe

read 10:01

--

you let out a sigh, putting your phone face down and burying your face in your arms.

what could you even do at this point? you didn’t have any proof they had any bad intent, and you couldn’t block them.

this whole situation was starting to freak you out. it didn’t help that you were pretty emotional and easily scared.

maybe you should look on the positive side. hey, someone finally has a crush on you!

you swallowed hard, breathing rapidly, heart racing. you buried your face deeper in your arms, scared of what was to come from this whole situation.

𝟲.

you exhaled shakily, a small fog appearing from it. you were shivering, the outside cold pinpricking your skin like tiny needles.

choosing fashion over warmth probably hadn’t been a good idea, but who cared? you liked dressing up. it was worth sacrificing your comfort for something you enjoyed! plus you would’ve been cold either way. it would be heated enough in the classroom anyway.

at least you hoped it would be.

you walked at moderately fast pace to your school, putting in your earbuds. you scrolled down your playlist on spotify, finally finding the song you had been craving to listen to. you clicked the play button on it, refraining from humming along to it.

you found yourself repeatedly glancing behind yourself, even though each time you looked no one was there. every time there was even the slightest of rustling able to penetrate through the sound of the music you were listening to, you’d jump, paranoid.

ever since you had received the first message, you had been on edge, and for good reason. this whole situation was extremely different from what you experienced in your day to day life.

before this, you hadn’t even known of anyone liking you romantically. it wasn’t that everyone hated you or something, you were just pretty shy, which led others to socialize with and notice you less.

a lot less.

it was a bit disappointing, but at least you had a few friends.

you had been lost in your train of thought too long. as you walked forward mindlessly, you hadn’t noticed a figure also walking in front of you.

you crashed into the person and staggered a little before regaining your balance.

luckily the person didn’t fall or anything, but instead stood rigid like a stone wall.

you gasped out a few apologizes, repeatedly saying “sorry”.

but you immediately shut up when the person turned around and when electric purple eyes met your own.

you swallowed hard, freezing as the person scowled at you.

𝟳.

“watch where you’re going,” the person muttered, still scowling at you. her loosely braided hair—a shade of bright purple, similar to that of an aconite, with some lighter purple highlights within it—fell down the front of her shoulder, and she pushed it back. the motion itself was filled with pure elegance and grace.

”i- uhm, sorry,” you mumbled, your neck getting hotter as you lowered your head a little in shame.

the girl rolled her eyes.

even that was full of daintiness and fluidity.

she sighed the slightest bit, seeming to soften a little.

”it’s fine, i guess. just watch where you’re going in the future.”

she mumbled those words quickly before turning and walking away briskly, pulling out her phone and rapidly texting someone whilst walking.

the sharp clicking of her heels was the only thing heard in the crisp and cold morning air.

suddenly, your phone buzzed. you took it out, hands trembling the tiniest bit.

--

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

07:54 december 19th, 2024

unknown number

where are you?

youre in class by this time.

read 07:54

unknown number

answer me.

read 08:01

unknown number

stop fucking leaving me on read.

read 08:04

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was successful !

𝟴.

22:39 december 20th, 2024

unknown number

youre going to regret this so, so much my pretty aconite.

im going to pick all your petals off.

one

by

one. <3

your message was not able to be sent ! you may have been blocked by the recipient . if not, please try again later . if the problem persists, please contact customer support .

𝟵.

a few days had passed since you had blocked the number.

now you sat in class, chin placed in the palm of your arm. you felt eerily drowsy, but knew it was just because of how bored you were. the teacher droned on and on about some sort of math formula. you didn’t bother listening, knowing it would only make your head hurt if you tried to understand what was going on.

you were snapped out of your sleepy daze when the teacher said something about a “group project”. she said there would be groups of three or four, and that groups would be predetermined, but you could request to be put in a group with someone else.

the person sitting in front of you passed you the slip to request to be put into a group with someone.

you passed it to the person behind you after realizing what the slip was for.

you just had to be assigned a group project in the class you had no friends in. it could’ve been in literally any other class, but no, instead it was in the class where you barley knew anyone.

you didn’t put anyone on the slip because you barley knew anyone in the class, and the people you knew probably were already going to put someone else on the paper.

you put your head down in your arms, closing your eyes, listening to the erratic chatter around you.

what you didn’t notice was that, on the slip, someone had already put your name down alongside theirs.

𝟭𝟬.

you sighed softly, finally done with school for the day. you opened the door to your house, and were hit by the strong and unmistakable aroma of your favorite meal. 

you stepped into your house, closing the door quietly and setting your backpack down. you greeted your mom, who greeted you back. she stood in the kitchen, cooking your favorite meal.

”can you go to the store for me? i need salt for this, but we ran out,” your mom stated, gesturing towards what she was cooking.

you nodded silently, turning to leave. you opened the door, closed it, and started walking to the store.

--

upon entering, you couldn’t help but notice how empty it was. usually there were at least a few other people, but right now you could only spot around four.

you walked around the store but, even after ten minutes of sauntering around, couldn’t find the salt for some reason. maybe you were going blind or something.

you decided to ask an employee, timidly walking up to one and tapping him on the shoulder.

he turned around, bright purple eyes meeting your own. a scowl, which didn’t quite seem to fit him, adorned his pretty face. his hair was a dull shade of purple, and light wispy bangs fell on his forehead. his skin was extremely clear and pale like porcelain, and looked as if it could shatter any second. the resemblance to a doll he bore was uncanny.

”what?” he snapped, glaring at you through his bangs.

”uhm, sorry to bother you, but, uh, do you.. do you know where the salt is?” you asked, fidgeting a little with your fingers.

he let out a long, deep sigh.

”yes. follow me,” he muttered, already walking towards the isle.

you followed in suit.

𝟭𝟭.

tentatively, you looked up from your hands to see who was in your group.

the first person you laid your eyes upon was a girl with light blue hair tied into an elegant and sleek ponytail with a black ribbon with golden streaks. she had a small beauty mark under one of her eyes, which were a pale shade of blue, matching her hair.

sitting beside her was a guy who was a bit taller than her. he had green eyes and messy honey-yellow hair that was tied into a ponytail with a scarlet red ribbon.

you moved your gaze to the last person.

he seemed oddly familiar, like you had seen him somewhere before. you couldn’t quite remember where though, maybe at park or store?

he had feathery bangs which fell down his forehead in a almost perfect matter. his hair itself seemed to be styled in a jellyfish cut of sorts, and was a dim shade of lavender. his eyes matched the color of his hair, and were narrowed to form a scowl on his pretty face. his skin was eerily pale, almost like porcelain.

the boy who you were just looking at let out what seemed to be an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at something.

the blonde boy spoke up first.

”so, uhm.. hi. i’m thoma.”

following in suit, you all said your names after him.

thoma spoke again.

”do you guys have a phone number or something we can use to contact each other with for the project? i already have ayaka’s, so i just need you boths’.” 

scaramouche shook his head.

”i don’t have access to my phone right now,” he muttered, still scowling

”oh.”

”we, uhm, we can use instagram or something to message each other?” you said, the slightest hint of nervousness lacing your voice.

”sure,” ayaka said.

scaramouche and thoma nodded in agreement.

you all wrote down your usernames on a piece of paper.

--

once you got home, you took out your phone, typing all their usernames into the search bar and following them one by one. after doing so, you added them all to a group chat.

𝟭𝟮.

you have started a chat !

18:12 december 27th, 2024

you

hi

@.lookingforthoma

Hello.

@.hidingfromayaka

🤑

@.flowers4sc4ra

hi. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

LMAOO WHY IS UR USERNAME THAT

UR ALWAYS SO EMO BUT NOW

”FLOWERS4SC4RA”

LMOA LMOA

@.flowers4sc4ra

shut the fuck up.

you

pls stop

@.flowers4sc4ra

sorry. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

OMFG

HE KIST

USYT

JUST

SAID SORRY

TO U

SHEJSHWJAHAAKAKWK

you

okay anyway

there’s two parts on the project

i was thinking we could split up into teams of two and then each do one part or smth?

idk man 😭😭

@.lookingforthoma

That sounds good.

@.flowers4sc4ra

ok.

@.hidingfromayaka

i call dibs on working with ayaka 😛😛

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𝟭𝟯.

you stood in front of his house’s door, rocking back onto your heels and then up onto your toes, nervous. you clutched the bag you were holding—of which was filled with notebooks and various school supplies.

you were anxious, waiting for scaramouche to answer the door. it had only been a minute, but to you it felt like ten.

you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. you didn’t know why or how or when or where, just that you had a bad gut feeling.

but you shook it off, knowing you had to work on the project.

all of the sudden the door opened, slamming against the wall in a violent manner, making you flinch a little, torn out of your thoughts.

you glanced at the doorway, laying your eyes on the indigo-haired boy.

”uhm, hi,” you mumbled, swallowing nervously.

”hi,” he replied, voice and face blank; devoid of any emotion, “uh, d’you wanna come in?”

you uttered a small okay, walking inside after he shuffled a little to the side.

“we can work in the living room, i guess.”

you nodded silently, following scaramouche as he walked to the living room.

--

upon arriving, you placed your bag—which you had been clutching so hard your knuckles had turned white—down. you both sat down on the ground, and, after taking your things out, started working on the project.

scaramouche was sitting slightly behind you, doing his part of the project. once every few minutes, he would lean his head over your shoulder—face almost touching it—in order to see what progress you had made.

your heart beat much, much faster every time he did it, face getting hot.

and of course that didn’t go unnoticed by scaramouche.

--

around an hour after working on the project, you asked scaramouche where the bathroom was.

”straight, then go left,” he said. he didn’t even glance up at you as he told you where to go, just continued writing on the notebook splayed out in front of him.

you got up, walking out of the living room and straight like he said.

only problem was you didn’t quite remember if he had said to go right or left after going straight.

you decided to go right, and came across a door. assuming it was the bathroom, you opened it.

you really wished you hadn’t after you saw what was inside.

𝟭𝟰.

after you had opened the door and seen what was inside, you really wished you hadn't.

inside there were hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of photographs. they were plastered all over the walls, overlapping each other. they covered the ground, the walls, the ceiling, everything. the only things in the room besides that were a bed, a desk, and a computer monitor, which was lit up.

the bright screen blared at you, enticing you to come look.

the monitor displayed pictures of a house, probably running from security cameras or the like.

but it wasn't just any house, no.

it was your house.

your room.

your kitchen.

your living room.

your fucking house.

a wave of dizziness and nausea hit you. you felt sick to your stomach, leaning on the doorway for support.

then you heard something clattering behind you, falling to the floor.

you looked behind you, eyes wide.

scaramouche was standing there, frozen. he had dropped his phone to the ground, which had a photo of you working on the project opened on it.

”why the fuck are you in my room?” he burst out, almost yelling at you.

his room?

you became even more still than you were before, if that was even physically possible.

”y-you- your room?” you uttered, voice audibly shaking.

scaramouche just glared at you, hands fisted up.

then he took a step toward you.

you, in turn, stepped backwards.

the slightest rusting of paper was heard—presumably some of the photographs getting crushed underneath your feet.

he walked closer.

you backed away.

it was a vicious cycle which eventually ended when you bumped into a wall. some photographs fell down to the floor from the motion.

scaramouche cornered you in, staring at you with an unknown glint in his eyes.

it was a combination of everything you had made him fucking feel—obsession, anger, lovesickness, loathing.

he leaned in towards you, mouth almost touching your ear from how close he was. his hot breath fanned across your neck.

”well, since you’ve already seen everything, there’s no point in letting you leave now, hm? not when you’re right where i want you, my beloved aconite,” he whispered, pulling away. scaramouche grinned.

he stared at you with a mixture of emotions in his eyes, but the most prominent was limerence.

 “you’re finally all mine. my aconite.”

[germworms]

All secrets of Secret Life Session 1:

G: Jokes no laugh

Mumbo: Bad puns

Bdubs: Ugly house

Etho: Steal 4 beds

Scar: Nicknames

Cleo: Base over base

Martyn: Duplicate other base

Tango: Make Scar talk about Starwars

Skizz: Gem Stalker

Impulse: Cherrywood enthusiast

Gem: Trust fall

Pearl: Make others give 3 hearts

Scott: Clingy base neighbor

BigB: Big Hole

Lizzie: Poem to someone

Joel: Merch announcer

Jimmy: Crafting Table thief

[everythingne]

hey yall :D!

i've just moved back into my dorm for classes today but i don't start any actual work for a while. im gonna be a bit slower now with work and such but I wanted to let y'all know of some upcoming fics to expect :)! please let me know if any specific ones interest you as i am in a bit of a slump and any encouragement seriously helps <3

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growing pains - dr3

(3+1) three times the girls pain makes you and daniel realize they're not always going to be your little ones. (a first period, a first breakup, and moving out) and one time, the girls come back to show all the lessons you've taught them, and that no matter their age they'll always be your little girls.

mrs mclaren - ln4

the winner of the mini series vote for my 300 follower special was lando, friends to lovers/mutual pining, angst/whatever. so born from that is y/n mclaren, the granddaughter of bruce mclaren, who may just have a huge crush on her driver and somehow literally everyone but lando knows.

wasted summers - op81

to try and solve your huge two decades old crush on your childhood best friend, you attempt to capture his love over the short summer break, with the help of F1 twitter and other racers. it goes about how you would expect.

gripped - ln4

Roxanne Powell's quick thinking on a film set saves Lando from serious injury, the moment making an unlikely connection between one of the top Formula One drivers who takes all the fame and glory for his team, and a girl whose work is hardly credited to herself. it takes seeing the other side to open your eyes.

more below (max n logan)

the one with the wedding - mv1

max grapples with the fact he's getting married on his wedding day. slightly inspired by friends and real weddings i've attended. luckily charles and daniel are there to ease his fears, and you end up having a picture perfect monaco wedding.

akin to a pride verse - 'i truly am my fathers child' - mv1

when brought to tears by ruthless bullying by reporters, reina snaps and hits a reporter out of fear, but the media claims its anger. with no other option, hana flies max to london help her daughter out of a depressive episode caused by reina realizing she's more like her father than she ever wants to be. its a conversation that makes max think back on his actions too.

drunk walk home verse - 'stalkers tango' - mv1

isaiah doesn't go away, not after max nearly shatters his nose. late night phone calls, text messages, and dms lead to a break in that terrifies you and the f1 world. luckily, you're away for the break in, but its not safe for you to return alone. don't worry though, max enlists the help of a few drivers to move all your stuff to his while you 'hunt for apartments.'

wing damage ch 2 - mv1

nadine struggles to accept the fact that she's single and alone in her now too big yet claustrophobic apartment. luckily for her, max is only a phone call away. and a few too many drinks lead to what is probably the stupidest decision for two newly single people who are hurting in their own rights.

meet cute, stay cute - ls2

logan keeps having meet-cutes with you throughout london, noticing the same thing each time, a book tucked under your arm. when you move in next door, he capitalizes on the opportunity to make this meet cute permanent by buying you romance books he's recommended by friends and twitter as a means of flirting.

out of the woods ch3 - ls2

dhanishka struggles to accept the fact that even her best performances can be deemed unfit, and the actions of herself when shes drunk. logan struggles to accept he may have cut things off early. charles needs more wine to deal with this.

go fins! - ls2

logan is only following one miami dolphins cheerleader, you. and you don't think its a big deal until he comes to visit to get an honorary helmet for the miami gp, and they have you give it to him. the clips circle for weeks, begging to know if you're dating the driver, and sometimes its more fun to make a rumor be true than to shut it down.

[radigalde]

Zain accident guide (fencing club route)

Well, first of all: accident in the fencing route is harder to pass compared to the polo accident. Unlike Pippa, Zain dies in most of the outcomes.

So... how do you keep him alive?

The best outcome is achieved by MC. You'll have to manually deflect all sword shards (#I strike down the flying mid-air shards with nothing but my blade alone. or #I duck and cover and-- no, why are my feet moving forward?! No, no, no I'm not trying to 1v1 an entire shower of sharp shrapnel!) through the power of anime and a whole bunch of stat checks:

have a body stat of 30 or higher or have a combination of body stat and magic stat be 30 or higher

or have a talent of agility and body stat of 20 or higher

or do a dance during conversations twice (or more) and have body stat of 20 or higher

and don't be too high on energy drinks from the vending machine before the duel (you are okay as long as you drink less than 7 of them).

Both body and magic stats start with 5 and are gained through the first chapter (yes, including the club routes). On the stats screen body stat is "Physical Strength + Athleticism", magic stat is  "Magic + Mysticism". Percentage equals to the score (i.e. 5% is the score of 5).

The dance thing may be a problem because there are only 3 instances when you can do it before the duel, and all of them come at the price of embracing a cuckoo 1 of them may be locked out for you:

#I say nothing, I merely start dancing the Tango de la Muerte. at the very start of the club segment. It gives you a bunch of small stat increases (including +1 for Adrian relationship), huge boost to boldness, and Simpsons reference. But it's available only if you chose Spandex Tracksuit as your main clothes.

#It's time to do the Dance of Joyâ! when you finish gearing up in the armory. Doesn't offer anything aside from cuckoo increase.

#I AM Michael Jackson. I put on a single glove and moonwalk to the piste. when you decide on how many gloves you are goin to wear for the duel. It gives a couple of small stats increases but can backfire with -1 HP if your body stat is less than 15. It also sets your gloves counter to 1 (since you are literally wearing only one glove). Luckily, this particular value won't backfire.

Upon failing the stat check, MC with luck talent and changeling MC get additional chance, but you are at RNG's mercy here, since the success requires a dice toss. MC with both luck and changeling childhood gets slightly higher chance of success in this toss, but it's still pure RNG.

The best outcome gives a huge boost to relationships with other club members, small boost ot relationship with Adrian, and fear stat reduction.

The second-best outcome is achieved by convincing Zain to wear his mask and not trying to deflect the shards. For the former right before the duel, when you decide on stance, pick #I gravely inform the audience that only masked eyes are allowed to behold my full splendor. The problem is: this option requires 4 or more in cuckoo score to be pickable.

This outcome doesn't have any boons aside from +3 to Adrian relationship, but it also has no downsides like HP losses.

For the third-best outcome instead of convincing Zain, force Adrian to help. For that, pick #I invite Adrian to a have a front row seat to my next match. at the end of Jianhua and Gil duel. However, this option will be blocked if:

you accused Adrian in being a stalker (#"Adrian, are you stalking me?" Might as well grab the bull by the horns and body slam it.),

or picked a violent option during the conversation about sleepover/sleeping in motel (#I make a violent slashing motion that sends Adrian staggering backwards several steps.),

or annoyed him by being rude during sleepover/motel discussion (#"Not a chance in hell and quite frankly that suggestion sounds completely mental in the first place."),

or spooked him by being weird during the discussion of intrusive thoughts (#Thiiiiis iiiiis completely riiiidiculous.). However, this fragment appears in this way (and with these consequences) only if MC told Adrian about at least one strange thing before going into intrusive thoughts topic or if Adrian knows that MC works as a security guard (i.e. you talked about murder beforehand with #"There was a murder during my last work shift..." or #I launch into a long involved story regarding my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. and its silent equivalent). Also, this option is the only one available in this branch for the possessed MC.

This outcome doesn't offer much aside from Zain survival, and Adrian is going to loose 10 HP.

In all other outcomes Zain dies.

Fuck you, Zain, Pippa was much easier to save.

[aquagirl1978]

Fanfiction

Smile For Me (NSFW)

Beautiful Nightmare (NSFW)

Come Back to Me

Ascension (NSFW)

Mine (Be My Valentine) (NSFW)

Just Like That

Cherry Blossoms

Endless (NSFW)

Satin and Lace (NSFW)

Rose Red

Things That Go Bump in the Night

Shades of Grey

Live Laugh Love (NSFW)

My Cookie

A New Era

A Bunny for a Bunny

Forbidden Fruit (NSFW)

The Moon Darkens

Cinnamon Kiss

Seduction (NSFW)

Sanctuary (NSFW)

Fear

Warming Hands

Longing for the Love We Left

My Shining Star

Memories (NSFW)

To Love a Villain

Once Upon a Dream

Secrets and Lies

Stalker Tango

Alone Together

Dreams and Memories Fade Away

Beautiful Dreams

Maid for a Day (NSFW)

Lightning Crashes (NSFW)

Bad Romance

Little Lies (NSFW)

Do You Believe Me Now

Disarm (NSFW)

What Was I Made For? (NSFW)

Headcanons

Women's Lingerie - Do they wear it and what would they wear? (ALL)

Suitors react when MC gifts them a plushie of their crest animal - Part 3 (Sariel, Rio, Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors React to a Sick MC - Part 3 (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Jealous Princes - Part 3 (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors Reaction to Finding a Toy in Your Room (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio, Gilbert)

Dream Wedding (Chevalier, Gilbert)

Grocery Shopping (Chevalier, Gilbert)

Kisses (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors Reactions to a Curvy MC (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio, Jin)

Suitors as Vampires Biting MC for the First Time (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors Reaction to an MC with a Second Personality (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors React to Finding Out Belle is Pregnant (Gilbert, Silvio, Keith

Taking Suitor's Gloves Off (Gilbert, Rio, Chevalier)

Suitors Reactions to Attending a Baseball Game (Act 2 Suitors)

Suitors Reaction to MC Wearing a Bunny Costume (Clavis, Gilbert, Luke)

Spending New Year's Day Together (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Gilbert)

Suitors Reactions to an MC with Galaxy Eyes (Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Yves, Clavis)

General Yandere Headcanons (Chevalier, Keith, Gilbert)

Suitor's Reaction to Receiving a Valentine's Day Gift (Chevalier, Clavis, Gilbert)

Suitor Hugging You from Behind (Clavis, Gilbert, Chevalier)

[would-they-listen-to-that]

hi! can i request a selfship playlist with matthew patel? bonus points if it has a friends to lovers theme. thank you :3

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ here you go, caller!

House of Memories - Panic! at the Disco

El Mañana - Gorillaz

Baby's on Fire - Die Antwoord

Turn the Lights Off - Tally Hall

Cabinet Man - Lemon Demon

Love, Me Normally - Will Wood

Stalker's Tango - Autoheart

An Unhealthy Obsession - The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

Francis Forever - Mitski

Just Take My Wallet - Jack Stauber's Micropop

thanks for dialing in!

[absolute-rehydration]

HI SNIPERSPY NATION I GIVE YOU MY RENDERS OF SPY AND SNIPER TANGOING WHVFUGHJVWVRF🤩🤩💖💖💅✨✨🦘🚬 it's for my spy rvc cover of stalkers tango💀 (UPDATE : IT'S FINISHED PLS SEE THE OTHER POST😭🤲✨️)

he do be flippin off snipes🤩🥰 "I know, I know, I know I'm always in your place But don't you see, my dear? I am your Doppelgänger Have your faith so"

THIS LINE AHHHHHHH🤩🤩 DO NOT LOOK DOWN TO THE BOTTOM LEFT CORNER, THERE IS NOTHING, NO THAT IS NOT ENGIE, YOU ARE DELUSIONAL

here some shot progression (3 versions bfore finalized)

extra shots that came before enchancing💖💖 + GIBUS SNIPER RENDER THAT STARTED IT ALL💀

poor f2p snoiper😔😔😭😭😭😭💀

i REPEAT NO THERE IS NO ENGINEER, THAT IS NOT A DEAD BODY I SWEAR trust me🤩

[sahib-can-do-it-better]

uwu... OOC post tiem

I've been tagged by the incredible @high-humanity-reminders in this post.

I am a chronic OC playlist maker. This will be easy as fuck. ((Edit: I started this at like. 1:28pm. It is now 3:01pm. An hour and a half. I took an hour and a half skipping through songs to make this.))

Six Song Track

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following . . .

1. Event that defines your character's past:

Brutus by The Buttress

Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy I too have a destiny This death will be art The people will speak of this day from near and afar This event will be history And I'll be great too I don't want what you have I wanna be you

2. How your character sees themselves:

Weight of the World by Shayfer James

That's just the weight of the world We do what we must to get by That's just the weight of the world The weak and the weary will never survive That's just the weight of the world We do what we must to stay alive That's just the weight of the world We'll all be the weak and the weary sometime

3. How others view them:

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage

I have you strung Strung in my web A candle burning slowly by the bed Shadows tangle like a vine Crawling up the posts within our shrine [...] I love that you shake When I ravage your skin It's so easy to bite with your hands pinned Shadows dancing on the sheets If you obey I might give you a treat

4. Their closest relationship:

Stalker's Tango by Autoheart

It's not that complicated No matter what they say You'll never meet another me It's not that difficult To get your head around You'll never meet another me You'll never, never, ever, never, ever meet another me [...] It's not that complicated No matter what they say I'll never meet another you It's not that difficult To get my head around I'll never meet another you

5. A major fight scene:

You're Not Welcome by Naethan Apollo

Hello! I don't start fights but I'll handle you just fine Usually I'm very kind to others But I won't think twice if you step to me or mine You're a slimy little motherfucker Uh oh, don't you know? You're not welcome 'round here I think you should go 'Fore you cause some drama Uh oh, don't you know? I'm the one you should fear Talk to me if you've got a problem

6. End credits song:

Life Eternal by Ghost

Can you hear me say your name–forever? Can you see me longing for you–forever, forever? Would you let me touch your soul–forever? Can you feel me longing for you–forever, forever? We dance once more, I feel your hands are cold Within your heart, a story to be told This is the moment of just letting go

((👉👈@kindred-lady-of-science ))

Full Sahib playlist under the cut.

[marblebagcollective]

cprimetober day 3 - stalkers tango ( stalking , "ur like a little bug, scopophobia )

little written thing under the cut bc i was feeling inspired, has similar cws to the art.

you know hes there. you hug your plush closer to you, and shuffle under your thin blanket. you know youre trembling, and you know hes watching you. you just want to sleep. why does something so simple, so human, have to be horrifying?

his breath is quiet, but everything else is so suffocatingly silent that you are fixating on the sound. trying to convince yourself that hes not there, while terror crawls through your veins and unwanted tears of horror prick at your eyes.

you know he used to do this in the early days, back when things were simpler. you saw the tunnels, you and your best friend even joked around about it. this isnt anything new, and a part of you hates that.

its not even just when youre inside your house either, its when youre just taking a walk outside, when youre going to visit your best friend. when you see movement out of the corner of your eye, or when you feel a fucking familiar hand on your shoulder, and turn around and theres nothing there.

you know its him, it has to be. yeah, some of it could be parinoid thinking but considering everything.... you cant blame it all on a trick of the mind.

he watched you during your exile too, even though it was different it still made you feel unnerved, espessially in the beginning of that horrid era. he'd watch as youd build up your inventory, only for it to be destroyed the next day, hed watch as you got worse and worse because of him and your eyes used to be so bright, so fucking bright and now they are just grey and he did that, and watched as it happened over time.

you try your best to stifle a sniffle, and curl into a ball under your blanket. you shut your eyes, and cover your face with your plush. you just want to sleep.