#be nice i havent written i years

[shuusagi]

One Month

Brahms Heelshire x Reader

You had taken the nanny job for the Heelshires.

3 months with a doll, shouldn't be that hard to handle.

That was until you began to hear the house creak and groan

You were alone right?

You could swear your bed had a dip in it from someone else laying down.

You could have sworn you felt eyes on you 24/7.

There was a burning sensation in your face and tummy when you would get naked, feeling as if someone was watching carefully.

Upon the third week, things had finally settled. Just an old house you convinced yourself. You began to form a rhythm with brahms that worked for the both of you

Malcolm would come and bring groceries every week, but you never grew attached to him. Something was off, he was too nice.

Then it happened. The voice of a child began echoing down the halls.

What the hell?? Since when did this become a haunted house?

It happened first when you were in the bath, you knew you were sitting in there too long but you didn't think the doll brahms would become possessed??

It happens whenever you don't follow the rules, at first it was freaky but then you got used to it. It became the norm a month and a half in.

Then the letter arrived. The Heelshires were leaving their estate to you. What? You had to read it over several times.

You pondered over the idea of moving here. You didn't have family or friends really, perhaps a new chance at life was exactly what you needed.

Then it happened.

You were drying your hair in front of a mirror. You seen it. You KNEW you seen it. A porcelain face peering from behind the door frame.

A. Fucking. Face

A TALL FUCKING FACE

It disappeared as fast as you noticed it. What the hell.

Okay should you stay here? No. No way

You quickly pack your things up and began to leave.

But there was only one problem

The door was locked. And so was the other. And the other.

Panic begins to set in, you're running into the kitchen to grab a knife.

You can't breathe. The home feels so suffocating all of a sudden

Then you hear your voice in the same child tone. But this time it was right behind you.

What. The. Fuck

You turn around quickly, pointing your knife in the direction of the door.

And at the door, is a 6'3" man in the porcelain mask you seen earlier.

You scream, you scream and panic and run over the other side of the bed to create distance

Oh god

You're flailing the knife everywhere as the tall man carefully walks towards you with his palms up in the air facing you.

"Y/n calm down. It's me.. brahms"

You scream even louder, shaking all over

He walks up placing his hands on the bed directly opposite to yours. God he's huge. And hairy, wait what?

"I want to play a game."

"I- wha- hell no!!"

"Find the keys, within a month." He is ignoring you

"What happens if I don't."

"Then you're mine".

TBC

[feiyunaskblog]

FEIYUN LORE BLURB!!!

TW: General themes of violence, flashbacks that involve sibling murder, implied rape/SA, heavy themes of human trafficking, themes of nonconsensual marriage, blood being described with more than one sense (sight, taste, scent, touch), emetophobia warnings (she retches and almost throws up)

WC: 320

A/N: have funnnnnnnn with this huge lore drop! The soldiers are meant for interpretation bc Feiyun was in so much shock, she had no idea who they were other than that they were soldiers, she's also 21 in this scene btw, so current rp age is 8 years after!

Light. Sunlight. It was...so bright? Feiyun had no idea how bright sunlight could be. Her captors always complained about it when they went out, but she never thought anything could be brighter than the florescent lights they had down there. And grass. Grass was so...soft.

Her hand brushed against it, the grass slightly smearing the blood still dripping off of it. The iron smell of it drifted up to her, and Feiyun violently gagged, falling onto the grass face first. Drool dripped out of her mouth as she continued to retch. God, Feiyun could almost taste it.

Blood was always so warm on her tongue, so salty when she swallowed it. Feiyun didn't mean to ingest it, of course, but when they put the gun to Liyu's head and pulled the trigger, Feiyun was screaming. Blood had gotten in her mouth then, had dripped down her face like-

One of the...the soldiers? Her saviors? Or just more men, coming to touch her, to chain her up, to brand Feiyun and toss her to the highest bidder. She scrabbled away, growling at him. The soldier removed his hand, his bright blue eyes dimming slightly.

God, where was she? Feiyun didn't know anything. Didn't know a place existed with grass this soft, skies this blue....there was none of that cold, dark gray anywhere in sight. And it was... beautiful.

She curled up, her tail wrapping around her legs as she sobbed. Feiyun could feel the blood drying on her hands, her mouth, her tail....all of the skin that had been exposed when the men entered, when they shot those men, when their blood splattered over her.

But she could worry about this later. As the tears spread up, Feiyun uncurled from her ball and spread her limbs across the soft, ticklish grass. She stared up at the blue skies, at the clouds barely there. Feiyun was free.

[i444gor]

ok it’s not wednesday buttttt

WIP POST BC I GOT FURTHER IN MY BABYSITTER AU YESTERDAY AND I WANNA SHARE 🤗

here it goes—-

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She brought it up, of course, in therapy.

They were seated on a forest green sofa while their therapist sat opposite of them in a matching armchair. “So I’ve been thinking,” Abby started,” with the kids now being a little older and in school, I was wondering what you think about me maybe going back to work?” She slightly curled into herself and lifted her eyes to meet his with hesitancy, as if she was afraid of how he’d react.

“Oh, Abby,” the therapist said brightly, “You’ve spoken about wanting to find a purpose outside of the children, why I think that's a great idea.” She smiled at Abby and then turned her head to Frank. “Frank, what do you think about this?”

He thought about it. He understood why she was hesitant to tell him, he was the one to suggest she leave her job in the first place, but if she thought she was ready to go back, she was ready. The kids were now 5 and 4 so she would be alone while they were gone with nothing to do at the house now.

“Well, yeah that sounds great.” he responded, “We’ll have to work this out logistically with time frame but if you do a part time thing it shouldn’t be that difficult.”

“No, I meant work as in a real office job situation. I spent a very pretty penny on my degree, Frank, I think I should use it.” she said humorously.

The therapist began asking Abby if she had thought the full time job part thoroughly.

“You’ve spent the last five years taking care of your kids, seeing them everyday,” the therapist said warily, “do you think you’d be ready for a full time job where you see them significantly less?”

“To be honest I’ve been thinking about this for the past few years,” Abby admits sheepishly. “I love spending time with them and raising them really,” she continued, but it sounded more like she was trying to reassure herself rather than them. “I just crave more human interaction and taking control of my own life. I think having my own job would grant me that.” she says confidently. Her slouched posture from before now disappearing, replaced by her confident demeanor.

“Abbs if you think you’re ready for a change I’ll support you 100% you know that,” He says, fully meaning it. “But, which of us will pick up the kids?”

Abby starts to look at him with an odd expression and starts to laugh softly. “Well Frank, we can just get a babysitter.” She says easily, not knowing, she just signed his (metaphorical) death sentence.

[asthedeathoflight]

Have finally unlocked the level of academia where im like wait how do i get this essay published i need all you mfs to read it

[localcryptic]

WIP Wthursday WOOOOO!!

as tagged by @trebuchet151 and @westealtoys, thank you!!!

i've been so busy with school which, at the very least, means i have lots of wips! it also means i don't have time to finish anything but shhhh

today i have for youuu... gasp. writing??? that's right. Pre-Heartbreak Chargestep Fic In Progress. it was meant to be a short little snippet and instead i've written just under 3000 words before getting to the goddamn point. so enjoy a little slice of that!

and just for fun have some sketches as well :3 some completely unrelated ripley/ricardo chargestep art, aaaand Lilith and Quinn, who are Judas' and Al's puppets that are totally just girlbestfriends... mhm nothing more going on there (Lilith/Judas belongs to @b33tlejules :3)

i taaag @typhros, @autumnfangirler @crowshuh and @aurriearts :3

[propertyofkylar]

thanks - whitney x pc

“I’m sorry for getting you in trouble.”

You laid your hand on Whitney’s arm as he stared into the bathroom mirror. For once, it was just the two of you.

He rolled his eyes. “Idiot, I get in trouble all the time. It doesn’t matter.”

“Still,” you shifted your weight uncomfortably. You weren’t really sure why you were comforting him, when you were the one who was just assaulted. “You were just trying to defend me. It was…noble of you.”

“Noble?” Whitney snorted. “Please. I’m just protecting my property.”

Your hand subconsciously went to your shoulder where underneath your uniform Whitney’s toy was tattooed.

You weren't entirely sure where you stood with Whitney most of the time. He was always surrounded by his friends, doing things like stealing your clothes or making you flash random passersby.

And yet, he had kissed you and told you that you were his girlfriend now, and on the rare occasions you were alone like this, he could be...surprisingly tender.

"Yeah, well. Thanks anyway," you offered him a warm smile, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

"If you weren't such a slut, you wouldn't even get into these situations, you know," Whitney shook his head, but he looked into your eyes with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"You're the one who banned me from wearing underwear," you retorted, folding your arms. "And from going into the girls bathroom."

"And you've been such an obedient little slut," Whitney reached out to trace his finger along your jawline, sending shivers up your spine. As quickly as he had reached out, though, he pulled his hand back, lighting a cigarette.

"You should go back to class. You care about that kinda shit," he turned away and waved you off.

You turned to leave, but something in you made you look back. Leaning in, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and mumbled "love you."

You saw his face flush before he ducked his head to hide from you as you scurried away.

"You better be out front when school lets out," Whitney called after you. "You still owe me a proper thanks!"

You couldn't help but smile as you headed to your classroom.

[atigrado]

i really hope i dont sound like a hater here cuz i truly do love mizuki (and water is wet...) but this event laid bare my biggest gripe with colopale regarding mizukis ambiguous identity.

the scenes showcasing mizukis struggles are too vague on purpose. with mizu5 on the horizon i cant help but notice theyre deliberately giving room for both a cis gnc and trans reading, maybe if this was any other game, if colopale hadnt chosen the most predatory monetization model imaginable, i would give them more grace and say "well, you dont need to say transgender or gender identity disorder to have a trans narrative" but as it stands it wouldn't surprise me if they have different versions of mizuki5 and are deciding which to use depending on what would give them more money.

with all of that in my head i struggled to connect with the story, i didnt feel for mizuki as much as i could have, with blank canvas i cried at multiple points, i felt both pain and hope alongside ena and thats because enas story doesnt need to juggle two different themes, it's able to explore at depth one central premise directly.

trans ppl and cis gnc people do have shared experiences and have found solidarity with each other in the past but there are aspects that are unique to each, because of colopales inability to commit to either, mizukis story is only able to explore the surface level struggles of someone with an atypical gender expression and i think thats a damn shame bc i wanted so badly to like this event!!!

a part of prsks story is undeniably weaker and its all the fault of greedy dirty little colopale!!!! not only that but theres so many people who would connect with these characters but will never do bc this is a gacha game and theres smart ppl on this world for whom gacha is a dealbreaker!! god i wish that were me

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i disagree on magda being mags’ best written partner since she only ever shows up in flashbacks. she’s barely even a character, just a plot device. other than rogue, who wins best written solely by virtue of being a full person with a life and personality of her own (and once they officially get together in legacy, their relationship is fairly healthy), i think mags’ best written romance is with lee forrester. their relationship lasted something like 8 years in real time, which is the longest romantic relationship mags has ever had, and they were pretty cute! it’s too bad she isn’t around in comics anymore. she was a fun character.

i think i remember someone mentioning lee forrester in my tags or in an ask before and id always wondered bout her since ..

[lovekylarforever]

it makes me so insanely happy that people like lucian :') i have the biiiiggest smile on my face right now

[lunariiz]

(@friendscfmine) Michael: “i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.” (for stan)

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ — ❝ Mmh . ❞

Stan lifts his eyes to shoot Michael a half-hearted glare. He’s pretty sure that’s an insult— that he’s being called a pussy— but he doesn’t have it in him to care too much, at the moment. The raging headache slamming around inside his skull is enough to dull down his reactions, the best Michael gets is a piece of paper, crumpled up and tossed lamely in his direction

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ — ❝ Fuck you , I’ll go get arrested right now . ❞

It’s murmured, and he doesn’t really mean it, but he still claims it. No way is he letting the notion stand that he’s too pussy to be arrested.  Or that he’s somehow above it all. (Although, that one might be debatable. The cops in this shithole work in their own weird fucking way, and he doesn’t really get it. The thing he’s gotten away with in this town… maybe it’s not really that surprising he doesn’t get arrested, after all.)

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ — ❝ I’ll burn your house down . ❞

[every-captain]

everyone has to like my fanfiction or i'll die...

why am i so sensitive about my writing in a way that I am not about art. I'm not good at art and i'm gonna be at peace with this. But the writing.... I'm not good at that either but i say that without an ounce of peace in my heart.

[truethes]

IT'S 12PM HERE SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY KU.RO!!!!

this is the perfect time to tell everyone that fireworks have been a tradition for new years from the 1200's so ku.ro has always known his birthday to end with a firework celebration into the new year. he is, ironically for being part cat, a massive fan of fireworks in general and despite how lonely and distant he was, never failed to spend the new years night catching a peek of them.

also the thought that this will probably be the first birthday hes celebrated with his loved ones in around 200 years. i know this one post the sv series will be one of his happiest of all <3

[brdcge]

@starshinc said: ❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜ - izuku for toshinori? 🥺

large hands are gentle as they run through green hair. there's a hum in toshinori's throat, a song to ease the young boy into a rest. toshinori was not the most amazing father figure -- he doesn't consider himself to be. but for izuku? he tries. he tries to be good, he tries harder than anything.

and it seems to be good enough, if izuku is asking him to stay. slowly, a smile comes onto his face. he shifts a bit, getting a bit more comfortable himself, before he continues gently stroking the top of izuku's head.

" i am not going anywhere, young midoriya. " a promise, and a bigger smile to seal it. " sleep. i'll be right here. "

ASSORTED DIALOG PROMPTS. / accepting!

[lunariizmemories]

@astralfist — ❝ ‘’be myself.‘’ what kind of garbage advice is that? ❞

★ — ❝ Yeah — They all say it , but none of them really want it . They only want you to be their idea of you . ❞

Teeth dig into his bottom lip, scraping dry skin until nothing remains. It’s all too familiar of a concept. Be yourself. The idealized version, that is. The you that everybody wants to see. Nobody really wants you. People who say otherwise just haven’t caught up, yet. You are meant to be confined between four walls. In the privacy of your bedroom, shared only with people who might understand you. You tend to be too much for people. The wrong kind of person they want to interact with. Annoying, overwhelming, freaky.Like it’s your fault you’re like this.

— ❝ It’s b-bullshit . ❞

The word is spit out, spiteful. He glares at nothing, lost in the brief surge of anger that overtakes him. Fingers begin to pick at his cuticles, digging and ripping until he snaps out of it and throws his hands in the air, exasperated

— ❝ Just te- tell me what to do ! What you really want ! You know ? ! ❞

[alltheoutsinfreeeee]

hey guys, remember how I said some plot bunnies were floating around in my brain? some of which being sickfics? though more accurately, they're emotional whump with only some of them being sickfics in the traditional sense--

ANYWAY (throws sneak peak at you and runs)

[alskyllhasarrived]

I love getting possessed by the spirit of a significantly more coordinated writer at 10:30 PM