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backrooms-employers · 6 months ago
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Hello I would like to apply for the backrooms corporation! I am Bee!
He is very happy and energetic plus very friendly he loves to meet new people and he's overall just very bubbly. He would be working his hardest to impress and he would do what he can do to succeed! He would usually if being chased would hide and calm down trying to get backup or help to take down whatevers there. He would also do a breathing exercise to relieve stress possibly if needby use a stress toy.
I'm excited to hear back heres the reference in uniform!
-sincerely Bee 🐝
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We are happy to announce Bee has been hired! We hope you have a great time working for us.
We do apologise is Bee doesn’t quite look like its original design, tell us if there is anything we can improve on!
(BUT SERIOUSLY AAAAA THANKS SO MUCH YOUR SO COOL)
During the work week things can get busy, so we can’t guarantee any activity from Monday to Friday.
We still very much appreciate anything you may send in though, the company loves hearing from you. Have a great rest of your day!
We will try to hire one employee per week, most likely on a weekend. First come first serve, so get in your employees while you can!
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parhamsiphagluis · 6 months ago
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I made some rough concepts for the Backrooms Corp blog!
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These are obviously really rough, so whichever one gets picked I’ll make a better version‼️
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boopshoops · 4 months ago
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college textbooks my beloathed
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backrooms-office · 6 months ago
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Bite’s performance check after about 6 months of working there.
Her number is No. 23825, forgot to add it.
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insomniacfoxu · 6 months ago
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so I got reminded of this meme I edited last September and it got me to think about a dream I had 2 years ago during the time I had discovered what Partygoers are
so y'know how some dreams are so vivid they legit feel real to the point where if you get touched in the dream, your body does react to it?
I DREAMT GETTING LEGITIMATELY BIT IN THE ASS BY ONE OF THESE FRENCH FRIES
I WOKE UP FEELING VIOLETED
I WAS CHECKING IN THE BATHROOM MIRROR FOR ANY BITE MARKS ON MY ASS
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badolmen · 1 year ago
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Saw someone say myhouse.wad was based on the fucking backrooms. Shaking sobbing biting maiming.
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partygore · 2 years ago
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doinadigitaldnazing · 1 year ago
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I HAD A FUNNY IDEA. Ok so, its a sunny, his name's trickster(i might make him prankster) and he travels across aus in his magic cadillac. Im making his colored design rn! RAHGFDFGHGFDFG
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dirt-str1der · 2 years ago
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Many people forget that majima kidnapped haruka — actually they dont forget that. They try to spin it as some fun game where oh majima is doing this under orders from his boss but it was like a fun game with haruka , they forget that he tied her up and tossed her in the dusty little storage room of the batting centre on the fucking floor then closed the door and waited for kiryu while ignoring her completely like the guy is not a good host but i still want to be inside him
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catboyrightsdefender · 1 year ago
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all this dracula shit is making my neck biting kink unbearable
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anonbinaryweirdo · 1 year ago
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I'm looking forward to seeing the gore n shit icl
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backrooms-employers · 5 months ago
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[Atzal]
[Applying for: Worker]
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Native to Level -80
Used to extremely cold temperatures
They have a partner back in -80 (male :3)
They try to appear calm and collected.
They are much more friendly towards Humans, no matter of sanity.
They're respectful to most entities (They would murder every Partygoer they're put in the same room as for free)
They bring multiple bottles of almond water to work every day, they don't even drink half of one.
+Hardworking by nature
+Docile by nature
+Knows first aid
+Would refuse breaks to get work done.
-Has a hard time saying no to others
-Entities scare them, no matter if hostile or not
-More likely to be threatened into doing things.
-Would refuse breaks to get work done.
[Design reference] (Srry cant draw hands, and I'm awkward with humanoids 👉👈)
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Design things to note:
Fur is mandatory in design.
The crack is also mandatory
Hand markings aren't mandatory, just sharp nails and 5 fingers.
Please keep the mask on!
Keep as much clothes on as possible.
Occasional ripped up knees, they'd be prone to that happening.
-- @a-p-0-c-r-y-p-h-a
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Let’s give a warm welcome to Atzal, our newest employee!
We hope you enjoy your time here.
(Please let me know if I missed anything on the design.)
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parhamsiphagluis · 6 months ago
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backrooms update ?
Which one of my stupid little cult followers are you?/affectionate
But I’m working on a comic rn, but I’ve never done one before so you are gonna have to give me the benefit of the doubt.
Have a little sneak peek to feed you
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I was gonna revise for a science test, but this is more important.
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tarakau · 2 years ago
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Computer show me more ways to cram even more stuff in my overfilled tinyass store
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backrooms-office · 5 months ago
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The kinda anticipated comic which was meant to come out last weekend but that don’t matter!
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And the full page \/
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yandere-daydreams · 4 months ago
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Title: Cherry Red.
Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader x Yandere!Geto (JJK).
Written in conjunction with this ask from @eevwrites.
Word Count: 1.9k.
TW: Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Nonconsensual Drug Use, Implied Stalking, Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Overstimulation, Biting/Marking, and Slight Dehumanization.
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Really, your only mistake had been choosing the wrong savoir after Satoru had slipped something into your drink.
Satoru was obviously, visibly, undeniably a creep. That much was obvious from the second he approached you, neon pink cocktail in-hand and that degenerate grin plastered across his lips. He was sketchy, but he was also rich, and fun, and willing to dance with you hours after the rest of your friends had called it a night. Suguru wasn’t a creep – or, he didn’t look like one, at least. When your vision started to darken, when it became harder than it should’ve been to put one foot in front of the other, it was his chest you stumbled into, using what was left of your consciousness to beg an imposing, aloof stranger to get the bartender’s attention and help you. It was what anyone else would’ve done. It was what you would’ve done, if the roles had been reversed.
It wasn’t until you felt his arm wrap around your waist, until you heard him call so lovingly to Satoru, that you realized how badly you’d fucked up.
Still, stumbling halfway across the club and throwing yourself at a total stranger must've attracted some attention. As Suguru gathered you in his arms, the bartender rounded towards you, eyeing your limp form and Suguru's slight smile warily. “Someone had little too much to drink,” he explained, nonchalantly. “It’s fine. Her boyfriend and I are going to take her home and make sure she gets tuck her in.”
‘Your boyfriend’ being Satoru, apparently, judging by the way he clung to Suguru’s side as you were carried out of the club entirely and piled into the backseat of an inconspicuous black car. Suguru drove and Satoru hovered over you – gnawing hickeys and bruises into your throat until you were too far gone to care.
Whatever they’d dosed you with, it was strong. You were strung out for most of the ride, only vaguely aware of passing scenery, Satoru’s keening whines, and Suguru’s gentle reminders to ‘wait, ‘toru’. By the time you felt your body being lifted, you were beyond the point of deliberate movement – your mind hyperactive, eager to latch onto every little sensation and spiraling thought, but unable to do much more than remind you to breath as you were hauled through a shrine courtyard and into a small, dimly lit backroom; the priest’s personal barracks, if you had to guess. Satoru babbled while Suguru lowered you onto a large, plush bed, and despite your best efforts, you caught most of it. “—and that’s when I knew it had to be you.” Suguru spared you an apologetic smile, his nimble hands moving over your body as he carefully removed your dress, then your shoes, then your panties, stripping you bare with all the care and all the tenderness of an avid collector undressing his favorite doll. “I mean, it took a few months, but I wanted it to be romantic, y’know? Suguru doesn’t get it. He thought I’d be happy with just anyone.”
“It took me a while to come around the idea. I might’ve gotten a little jealous.” You could only wish he would’ve stayed that away. “Come here, I need to show you what you’re doing.”
Suguru dragged you into his lap, keeping your upper body propped against his chest while spreading your legs apart in front of him. Satoru took his position eagerly between then, his eyes fixed on your cunt. “This,” he started, using two thick fingers to spread the folds of your labia apart, “is what you’re gonna fall in love with. Make sure you’re always paying attention to her clit – aw, look, it’s already poking out.”
It was humiliatingly clinical – how he touched you while explaining your anatomy in-detail, using the pad of his thumb to show Satoru how to play with your clit, dipping two fingers into your entrance while extrapolating on the importance of proper preparation, gathering your arousal up to make sure Satoru knew what it would look like when he was doing a good job. “Remember to be gentle. She’s going to be a lot more delicate than me,” he said, while curling two fingers inside of you, filling the bedroom with a rhythmic, humiliatingly wet sound. Your couldn't seem to open your mouth, and yet, little whimpers of discomfort and mewls of pleasure escaped your parted lips without resistance, each new noise drawing Satoru that much closer. “You’ll just be using your mouth, for now. We can talk about hands once you’ve shown some restraint.”
And yet, Satoru’s hands still found their way to your thighs, kneading mindlessly while Suguru split you open on his fingers. You tried to shake your head, to squirm against him, to tell him to stop, but the closest you got to anything coherent was a pitchy, keening sound not totally dissimilar to the whines Satoru would let out every now and then as he ground half-consciously into the mattress. You tried not to feel anything, either, but Suguru’s hands were so big, and his chest was so warm against your back, and with Satoru all-but drooling over your pussy, it would’ve been impossible not to come undone the second his palm ground against your clit and he spread his fingers apart inside of you, nursing you through your orgasm while making sure you were on fully-display. “See how she’s clenching down? That means she’s trying to milk your cock – you’ll get what I mean, once your inside of her.”
If only for a moment, your panic overshadowed your paralysis. Thrashing to either side, you did your best to fight against Suguru’s ironclad hold and finally spit something out, even if your voice was still barely stronger than a whimper. “N-No, don’t, you can’t—”
It was Satoru who cut you off, this time, albeit without breaking his nonverbal streak. His mouth crashed into yours with enough force to bruise, teeth clashing against yours as he shoved his tongue down your throat in less of a kiss and more of a prolonged attempt to choke you to death. It hurt, and you tasted blood, and if you hadn’t known better, than you would’ve thought this was his first—
Oh, god.
As if this couldn’t have gotten any worse.
He didn’t stay focused on your mouth for long. His attention drifted downward – first to your throat, then your collarbone, then your chest, latching onto one of your nipples and sucking harshly. You hadn’t realized how sensitive you were, not until his teeth dug into the plush of your breast and you let out a fractured sob, tears blurring your vision. Suguru’s response was instantaneous. In a fraction of a second, his slick-stained fingers were tangled in Satoru’s hair, prying him off of you entirely. “Gentle,” he repeated, his tone strict, authoritative. “Before I decide you need to be muzzled.”
For what it was worth, Satoru seemed apologetic. After Suguru loosened his hold, he nuzzled into your chest, lapping over his past love bites with the flat of his tongue. “’m sorry, just got excited.” And then, smiling up at you, “You didn’t mind, right? I mean, she definitely doesn’t.”
You had no idea what he was talking about, not until his head dropped to your cunt and he buried his face between your thighs, his attention suddenly solely dedicated to your pussy.
There was no attempt made to use his hands. Despite Suguru’s instructions, he ate you out like a starving animal – his tongue fucking into your cunt as the bridge of his nose ground mindlessly against your clit. Suguru kept his hand in Satoru’s hair, petting gingerly over his scalp as he watched Satoru drool and lap at your cunt. “Use your entire tongue, and don't inhale. She’s not going to be impressed if you manage to drown yourself in pussy.” Suguru tugged lightly, and Satoru let out an unabashed moan, the reverberations going straight to your core. “Don't get distracted, either. Don’t you want to know what she tastes like cumming on your tongue?”
Another moan, another rough buck of Satoru’s hips into the now disheveled sheets. He was terrible, and messy, and loud, and it was humiliating how quickly you lost control of yourself – going stiff against Suguru as Satoru all-but tore your second climax out of you. Suguru grinned against your throat, almost purring with satisfaction. “Good boy. So dedicated, so sweet.” He let go of Satoru’s hair – cupping your face, instead. It was only as his thumb traced over your cheek that you realized you were crying in-earnest, now. “She’s tearing up, ‘toru. That means she wants you to keep going.”
A mix of your arousal and his saliva stained the inside of your thighs, dampening the sheets underneath you, but he didn’t pull away – too caught up in your taste or Suguru’s praise to stop. It might’ve been the overstimulation, or the drugs, or some impossible, nebulous factor you couldn’t so much as begin to guess as, but time seemed to blur together, reality buckling under its own weight as Satoru wrung another orgasm out of you, then another, then another, as Suguru continued to shower him with praise and affection and promises that you liked him, that you wanted this, that you were only crying and thrashing and trying to snap your thighs shut because you felt so good. At some point, you lost the will to keep your eyes open, and minutes later, the harsher edges of your consciousness began to soften. For once, you couldn't be mad at your own body's instinctual submission.
You knew you were going to black out, but you weren't scared. By the time your vision flickered out and everything went black, the only thing you could think to be was grateful that you’d be fortunate enough to miss the main event.
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You woke up what felt like days later, still lying on the bed you’d blacked out in. Their paralytics had worn off, but trying to make a run for it was out of the question. Every part of your body ached – from your hickey-painted chest to your aching hips to your poor, abused pussy – and even if you’d been able to move, it wouldn’t have done you much good. Familiar bodies caged you in on either side, Suguru’s chest still pressing into your back while Satoru clung to your chest, his arms wrapped around your midriff and his nails embedded in your sides. As if you hadn't already been thoroughly marked.
Suguru stirred first, predictably. It wasn’t hard to tell who was in charge between the two of them. “Our little sleeping beauty,” he muttered into your hair, kissing the top of your head as he sat up and shook Satoru away. “We were starting to get worried – must’ve pushed you too hard last night. You almost missed the most important part.”
Something caught in your throat. “…almost?”
“Yes, princess, almost.” With a groan, Satoru sat up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Immediately, his gaze fell to you, and just as quickly, he was on top of you – pinning you to the mattress, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “You should be thankful that Satoru had the patience to wait. I wouldn’t have been so nice.”
You felt Satoru’s hands paw at your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as he aligned his stiff, leaking cock with your entrance. He moved enthusiastically, but mechanically, like a trained dog. Like he was following instructions. Weakly, you tried to push at his chest, to get him away from you, but you gave up quickly.
You’d been wrong to be grateful. It would’ve been better to get this over with last night.
At least, then, you might’ve been out of it enough to miss the twisted, blissful, lovesick grin painted across Satoru’s lips as he buried himself inside of you.
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