#but for now i sleep

[strangely-written-desires]

CW: Non-Con/Dub-Con, Blood, Death

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

There’s something under the bed.

A sickeningly dreadful thing that's lingered there night after night, its presence growing ever bolder, atmosphere growing ever heavier. Perhaps you're imagining it—imagining the suffocating and chilling air filling your lungs like tar whenever night arose, imagining the cool breath on the back of your neck and the graze of its teeth against your pulse.

You could hear creaks and groans of the wood beneath you, the sound of its nails digging into your bedframe, your heartbeat mimicking a drum—deafening and loud in your ears.

You keep your eyes closed, breaths even and try to ignore it all, chalk it up to your imagination, and sleep it away. It takes a while—the sound is almost incessant, almost grating to your ears—but soon, sleep lures you to the edge, the noise and fear fading slowly into the background. Consciousness wanes as your heart calms to match it, sleep creeping into your skin, limbs heavy.

You don’t notice the pause in its movements—in its sound and interest—nor the silence that follows, an odd quiet that had the moon hiding behind the curtains.

It’s light—almost kind in touch—soft and curious, feeling the warmth you emit compared to the chill of its own. It could only truly come like this, touch you like this, when the light cannot touch it nor can your eyes gaze upon his form.

Serenity is a good look on you, defenseless, vulnerable, it wonders how other emotions appear on you as its touch slithers to your hair.

Impulse drove it to want more, to see what other faces you could make; a curiosity turned cruel. It was an abrupt, sharp pain, claws digging into your scalp—yanking and pulling with vicious fascination—a pained hiss ripping from your throat as your head was dragged back.

Your back meets the hard ground, and your eyes snap open. The pain is gone, and so is its presence. Your eyes are wide and erratic as you search the darkness, but you find nothing, not even a wisp of its existence.

You sleep in the guest bedroom with the lights on that night.

The encounters don’t stop there.

Each night, you wake with a new mark, its curiosity ever growing as it plays with you—claw marks on your skin, bruises blooming, and tattered clothes it rips in its exploration. Its touch sends tingles to your skin, which you ignore.

You no longer wear a complete set of comfy clothes to bed, just throwing on an old t-shirt knowing it would be inevitability torn. No matter where you spend the night in your home, it always finds you; you’ve given up at this point.

You can hear its satisfactory purr once your resistances drop into nothing as each night passes, just promptly falling asleep as it explores—occasionally snapping awake when its touch turns harsh—and letting it happen.

There’s not much you can do, money is scarce, and it’s not like you can go and hide somewhere; even if you did, you have a feeling it would follow.

This routine continues for a good while until something disrupts it one night.

It’s the sound of glass shattering that tears you awake. Your monster nowhere to be found as you hear the sound of people invading your home. You hear gruff orders and them rummaging around for valuables.

Fear stills you, sinks into your bones, running red and hot. Your mind urges you to run, hide, to do something to survive, yet your body does no such thing.

The twisting of your doorknob snaps you out of your frozen state, immediately making a dash for the closet before they enter your bedroom. You slap your hand over your mouth, cowering in the darkest corner of your closet as the door creaks open, footsteps following.

Your heart pounds in your chest as they search the room, cursing as they discover how little you own. You wait for them to leave, to lose interest, and move on to the next home. A low, snarling growl creeps into the air, startling your intruders.

“Hey… did you hear that—”

A loud crunch cuts the air, a horrified scream ending into a gurgling cry. You cover your ears and wait for it to end. The silence is deafening when it does, staying in the closet a while longer to calm your beating heart and forget the screams and tearing of meat echoing in your head.

When you finally walk out of your hiding spot, blood litters your ground, splashed onto the walls, dripping from the ceiling; no bodies to be found, but the grumble of your monster is heard from the dark underneath your bed.

It takes a while to scrub the blood all out; sleep doesn’t come easily to you for that night or the rest of them.

It's grown more affectionate, still mean at times, but it’s almost caring—almost possessive. It throws a fit every time you leave the house—leaving more marks, tearing up your things, snarling at you in displeasure.

You don’t quite know what to make of it, nor do you know how to feel about its newly attained humanoid form. Before you could never see it, only faintly feel it, hear it, but now (as a result of it eating those robbers, you believe) you can.

It becomes tangible and intangible at will, forming into the shape of a man, a vastly distorted version of one, to touch you, look into your eyes—something it never got to see before—and discover the weight of its speech.

It only speaks in distorted one-word sentences, snarling out “no,” “mine,” and “stay,” among other things. Its form is not limited to only one; it can shift and change its shadowed appearance into something far more animalistic—far more dangerous and intimidating.

It loves to paw at your flesh, grabbing and pinching at the softness of your stomach and fat of your hips, fascinated with you. It soon grows bolder, more daring, pawing at your breasts and ass, licking and nipping at your skin as you try to read a book or do something as mundane as watching television.

You ignore the warmth seeping into your underwear, shoving it away with an annoyed “Stop it.” It always huffs, displeased but relents and backs off. That is before you turn in for the night.

That night, it rises you out of your sleep—not abruptly but slowly, sensually. Something warm and wet glides between your folds, confusion, and sleep muddling your brain. A breathless gasp escapes you as it swirls its human-like tongue against your clit, head buried between your thighs.

You try to pull away, push it off, and close your legs, but it just growls and spreads you wider, pinning you in place. You shudder from the feeling, unsettled by the arousal already dripping from you as it continues. It mouths at your pussy, slurping and lapping up your juices as you squirm.

Even as you try to fight it, the coiling at the base of your spine, you can’t. A hard suck at your clit is what sends you over, a cry fleeing your lips.

When you come down from your high, it doesn’t stop there. He soon manhandles you into another position—face smushed into your pillow as he lifts your ass in the air. You try to speak, to process, but it comes out in a useless murmur.

You hardly process the feeling of something blunt at the entrance of your leaking pussy. It wastes no time, giving you no warning before spearing you with the head of its cock, sinking down to the hilt with a slight burn of pleasure. You whimper, your walls clenching around it, shame blooming in your chest from how good it feels.

That shame soon wilts into nothing the moment it starts thrusting into you, filling and fucking you on its fat cock. You gasp and moan, cunt drooling around it.

Its humanoid form fluctuates, shadowed tendrils warping around your body, restraining your arms and legs, slamming you harder on its cock as you whine. You feel something rubbing your clit, unable to think as stars pop behind your eyes.

It feels too good for you to stop, too good to even care how it tormented you before this, mind hazy from the pleasure it brings you. You find yourself begging for more, moans getting louder, your eyes rolling back as it hits all the right places.

“Please, please, plea—”

It growls in response, pulling out before shapeshifting its cock into something even bigger, even thicker, and ramming itself back in you. You cum hard, mouth opening in a silent scream.

You fall limp, limbs feeling like jelly, but it doesn’t stop, holding you up with its shadows as it continues to seek its own pleasure, claws digging into your skin. It soon follows after, spilling its seed inside you with a roar, the feeling of its cum filling you nearly enough to send you over the edge once again.

You pant, mind fucked out, not even hearing how it purrs, keeping its cock buried deep inside your cunt.

Somewhere in your mind, you conclude that this is your life now, and it might not be all that bad.

[thatmooncake]

Doin him a startle

(He saw your sleep schedule)

[baskeigh-ball]

So, we've seen the boys dress like seperated!Raph, but what about April?(and maybe Cassandra and Sunita)

yknow what you make a strong argument

[0verthemo0n]

this is what you wanted... right?

This all happened in my dream. I thought of making it and also adding things that weren't in my dream. I hope you enjoy

Warning: deaths, really sad, i think, please don't get angry at me it was a dream, please!!!, there will be a part 2. EDit: Sorry, but the reader is not born yet by bad.

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Ramattra won, he defeated The Talon and their corrupted leader, ending their vile schemes, a perfect punishment for taking the life of his fallen brother, Mondatta. Next, he took down overwatch, forcing those to disband.

However, some chose to fight back, but none won the battle and perished. The first to go down was Reinhardt. He refused to disband and try to fight ramattra. Although Reinhardt had many advantages, he failed to realize ramattra was more tactical than a brute.

Brigitte quickly joined in the fight and tried to save Reinhardt. Torbjourn screamed at her name, trying to stop her from getting killed, ramattra never intended to hurt or kill her, but she got into the heat of the battle, the last thing she ever saw was ramattra fist.

Torbjourn saw his daughter's head get splattered from impact, this caused torbjourn to go rogue and tried to kill ramattra.

Ramattra felt sorry for the old man, a parent should've have never watch their children die before them, he gave torbjourn a quick death.

"I am sorry" ramattra spoke, he indeed felt somewhat guilty, looking down at torbjourn dead corpse, he carries torbjourn's corpse placing him next to his daughter, hoping in the afterlife they can hold each-other again.

The rest of the overwatch heroes disbanded, some went vigilante while others try to live a normal life. Pariah and Ana argued about not stopping ramattra, Ana kept convincing her not to go rogue, but Pariah never listened.

Tracer tries to live a normal life with her girlfriend, as her girlfriend comforts her. Knowing tracer like the back of her hand.

Other heroes like Winston kept trying to bring back overwatch together but no one listened only tracer and Mei, juno thought of joining in, but Mei quickly stops her, not wanting to put her to danger.

Everything was normal but not the same like before....

back to what happened, with other factions

Vishkar was sort of different. They secretly try to work with ramattra but ramattra was no fool, he saw how corrupted they were, believing they were worse than Talon themselves. When he told them to change their ways, some refused and not even a month or week, the cooperation shut down quickly. No one knows what happened to them.

But junkers had the worst, for none made it out Alive, all the junkers were ripped apart by omnics seeking out revenge and hatred, many were humiliated, killed, and tortured. Junkrat, roadhog tried to protect the queen but were killed in the process.

The champion himself was forced to leave but he refused and fought back only for his sphere to get destroyed and now is a hamster in the cage... atleast they feed him well ...

And lastly junker queen, was humiliated by ramattra, she was more difficult but with the help but all his allies it didn't take long for ramattra to break her and give her a gruesome death.

After many wars, forcing many governments and militaries to give up, ramattra begins a new era with a help of Maximilian on his side, of course Ramattra knew how much a greedy omnic he is but ramattra needed him to get more factions to work with him, and Maximilian was good at that.

Years went on and on, and a few heroes passed away, including hammond. Null Sector became bigger and bigger and made a few companies and companions. But Ramattra's grew more corrupted by so much power. It made him too prideful and a cruel leader.

But that change when Zenyatta showed up to Ramattra office, Ramattra was delighted and hoping his brother would show up. Ramattra, let's Zenyatta enters the building

Zenyatta looks around. The inside looks dull with purples highlights and, of course, weapons and armor, two big omnics lead Zenyatta to Ramattra office.

"Brother..." A deep, raspy voice, the office door opens for zenyatta, the two omnics leave to go back guarding the entrance of null Sector. Ramattra stands tall but relaxed.

Ramattra leads his brother in his office, zenyatta sits on one of the chairs, a little surprised how comfortable the chair is... has a nice look, too.

But ramattra looked different. He was more buffer and slightly bigger. He changed his old monk clothes, it was no longer orange but purple but greyish. It looked more fancy and authority like, with armor bracers that had purple highlights, and of course, the Null Sector symbol on the right armor shoulder plate.

At first, everything was going well, until zenyatta mentioned how his rules were... not suitable for humans, and that slightly ticked ramattra. The argument was calm, but it went on and on and more heated. Zenyatta tried to reason, but Ramattra kept trying to counter it.

"Brother, this isn't to you offend. Your rules are hurting them. They're slowly dying," Zenyatta said, his voice was calm but trying to make ramattra understand that his rules were ruthless.

"My rules are to make omnics live a better life" ramattra snarls, he's not letting zenyatta win this argument.

"But are harming the human life aswell" Zenyatta counters back, he hopes ramattra can understand but ramattra was stubborn to understand.

"Then they will have to adapt, and bare it" ramattra said with no hesitation.

"Adapt to a rule that can never truly be adapted" Zenyatta said, his voice sounding more and disappointed.

The argument kept getting gor heated, to the point ramattra lashes out, something Zenyatta was not ready, and something ramattra will regret for the rest of his life.

Zenyatta didn't had time to dodge, or block as he felt his faceplate hit by ramattra fist, this impact blasted him few feet away, Ramattra realizing what he done, he quickly ran up to his brother.

But Zenyatta got up by himself up and lifted his hand to stop Ramattra from getting near him. And slowly, Zenyatta turns to look at Ramattra...

Ramattra looked at his brother he felt guilt all over him. If his faceplate could make emotions it would be in shock.

Zenyatta faceplate was not only damaged, but the left side of Zenyatta optic was destroyed. The circuit was sparking slightly but soon stopped.

Zenyatta didn't really think ramattra could go this far but now he does.

"B... Brother i-" Ramattra was cut off by Zenyatta lifting his hand up once again, Zenyatta finally realized that the Brother he knew is no longer himself and grew to be too prideful like doomfist himself.

"No... t-t-there's no need... I've b-B-believed my presence c-c-Caused enough trouble as it d-ddid.... I'll take my leave... B-b-Brother..." Zenyatta spoke, even his voice box was broken from the harsh impact, his voice sounding glitchy.

Zenyatta slowly walks out of his office all the way out of Null Sector. Some omnics seemed to know what happened and went to check if ramattra was alright, which ramattra brushed them off.

Once he was alone again, he looked out the window. He slowly walked to his right, leading himself to a giant screen, he looks at the screen, revealing the city he created. He saw omnics living the life they wanted, while the humans who also lived but their isn't much like it use to be.

There was hardly a single human around, only two or three but not enough, he sees a human, teenager walking only to gett dragged into the alleyways. He can already tell what will happen next.

He keeps watching the screen, showing many ways of humans dying. Some were innocent others were not.

It's slowly and slowly started to look... similar...

To human violence...

Ramattra looks down at his curved staff, holding the orb of discord...

His optics were on the orb, then slowly looking back at the screen...

He won, but not in the way he hoped for...

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Zenyatta travels once again, helping others. Many ask for guidance, and others brush him off.

His travels were difficult, but he managed. When he finally found a spot to rest, he looked up at the sky, the stars were everywhere once again, and the city lights were gone.

Both omnics wonder...

Will they see each other again.... or will violence break them apart forever...

[opalitedelight]

The hyperfixation continues to brrrrrr with team rose

[crabsnpersimmons]

Me: [poking my writing muse] hey, hey, wanna write something? Writing muse: [squints at me with disdain at my negligence then huffs and pushes out a scrap of paper. The paper says: Angst for the raincoat chibi DCAs] Me: …why? why would you do this? Writing muse: Their cheery disposition and childlike innocence was an affront to my nature. Art muse's work uplifts while I gaze into the abyss. Writing muse: [starts tossing more scraps of paper] ...and here, some cute scenarios for those hairdressers for you to daydream about. Me: wait this is too much, i have to study-- Writing muse: Not my problem. Art muse: [smashes through the wall] DID I HEAR HAIRDRESSERS? LET'S DRAW ECLIPSE, HE'S HOT. Writing muse: Let's make 'em kiss. I already have the date chapter planned out. me: guys wait wait, i have an exam in three days, can't all these ideas wait? Writing muse: Art muse: Art: Ooh! And y'know what? Sun and Moon are sooooo Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer coded! Writing muse: [sings the lyrics] "knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and acrobats" Yeah that checks out. Draw it.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Semi Hiatus notice for April 19th - 23rd

Hi guys since it's getting closer to the date I'm going to be on vacation up in Tahoe for a little while with my parents and some friends! Most importantly: Egg is flying out and it's going to be like an early one year anniversary celebration so I don't know how much if any I'll write and it'll have to be on my phone. I'm so excited- I don't know how much I'll be writing when I get back, but I'll at least have a computer then.

[pickles4nickles]

I would like to get this done before the end of the week because Video Gaming but

Time and Energy Permitting (tm)

[blxnc]

doujin almost done. soon i will be free from my prison

[xamaxenta]

SHOOTING MYSELF OUT OF A CANNON AND USING THAT WHITEBEARD TATTOO BETWEEN HIS TITTIES AS TARGET PRACTICE LET ME GET A FACEFUL OF THEM THANGS AND HBLBLHBLHLBLHLBLLBLBLHLBLBLR

AHAHFHAJDH LMAO NEVER CHANGE THIRSTY MARCO ANON this is for you

Pose subject to change in the next 24 hours but his tits are still going to be fat

[goldenhypen]

popping up from my grave to show off the fact that i got to talk to jiung today and touch his hand 😄🫶🏻😄

also @sungbeam i have your intak fancams :)) but um some of them i got distracted by jiung and so there’s a lot of intak/jiung fancams 🤩 today i went in intak biased and came out jiung biased 🥹

[pocket-goat]

whats he listenin' to?

[waterlogged-detective]

Will probably chip away at my non art asks tomorrow!! Had to stay late at work today and am exhausted.

I have three art meme asks just needing colored before posting as well

Also if I didn’t send you an ask back for the fl meme asks lemme know i wasnt fully here last night so brains a bit muddled on who i sent asks to!

[poorks]

I think… I’ve figured out what our alien character is

[dixons-sunshine]

Okay, so now that I have chapter one of Yielding Isn't My Middle Name finished, posted and added to my masterlist, and essentially lying about the fact that I wouldn't do any writing this weekend, I'm gonna start working on some requests while working on chapter two. I'm gonna be bouncing back and forth and we'll see which one gets finished first :)

[ofblackskies]

25 of 82 drafts are officially written. I’m getting there 😭 now I just have to start the formatting process 😂