#cw dark

[tojisun]

simon “i cant do one-night stands because i catch feelings” riley but it’s in an obsessive way.

he realizes how your bodies are so compatible with each other that he begins to track you down to ‘accidentally’ bump into you. but this only ever happens on very specific days—days when fucking sort of becomes the natural next thing to do and who else could be the best option for you when simon, the man who made you cum more than three times within the short hours you two were together, was right there?

and you’re not foolish enough to deny yourself of the razing euphoria that only he could give to you—your bodies locking together, his hand a steady weight on the back of your neck, the other bruising as it gripped your hip, and his cock slammed so far in you that you swear he was hitting places you never knew were your pleasure points—so of course you would choose him. you miss him, after all.

(you miss the way he made you beg. the way he made you cry. he was so perfect. so gentle and kind. but he was also so mean. so dominating and overwhelming.

he was all you ever needed—someone to fuck you right.)

“one more round, yeah?” simon croons, chest heaving as he catches his breath.

your walls clamp down on him at hearing his words, before a garbled whine trickles from your kiss-swollen lips. he watches as your head shuffles against the pillows with your abrupt nods, further muffling your gasped out mewls.

simon giggles, his lips pulled into a grin that is a bite too mean.

seems like he’s fucked you stupid again, huh?

[starflungwaddledee]

it isn't there anymore.

the mainline game events from rtdl onwards tend to form the foundations for significant turning points in the whole awtdy timeline. galacta knight made his wish during robobot, but was actually placed into the timeline much earlier. as a result he already has clear knowledge of how these events played out for meta knight, and can therefore adjust them to his liking

for the most part, he's interested in dealing with threats as quickly and efficiently as possible, and keeping total control of the people in his orbit. his overall goals are to destroy the life he stole from meta knight, and to corrupt his loved ones in whichever way will hurt him the most

in the case of triple deluxe, galacta knight goes to floralia in kirby's stead to "rescue dedede" and "prevent the spread of dark matter" caused by Sectonia's parasitic rule. kirby slept through the event and blames himself for not waking up in time to help rescue the people of the sky from their queen's corruption

at this point he still believes you can sometimes purify those who have come into contact with dark matter, and feels that if he'd been there, he could have at least tried.

[pricetagged]

I really want to write a poly 141 au loosely based on 'Ready or Not', but I don't know if I have the time (or ability).

I'm picturing reader marrying one of the boys, either Gaz or Soap. Either of them could be charming, winning you over, just a little vein of that too-bright intensity thrumming under the handsome face and sweet words.

Whoever it is (leaning towards Gaz), they bring you to meet the rest of the lads. 'Just a little ritual we have,' he'd reassure you. 'Just meet the squad, play some games, get to know each other.' You mean so much to him! And they do too, so naturally you should meet.

You'd have dinner together, a little awkward as the big guy in the mask just wouldn't stop staring. Wouldn't stop making comments that err just the wrong side of unsettling. Johnny, too. He'd be overly familiar, shockingly handsy, but your husband just wouldn't react. Instead, he'd lean back in his chair, fingers stroking yours as he did little more than watch. And the Captain... You'd feel weighed and stripped under his gaze. You came hoping for their blessing, hoping to please Kyle, but the approval in John's eyes would glint with something hungry.

Your shaking hands would pluck the 'hide and seek' card from the box, and Kyle would coo false comforts in your ear while the others at the table perked up. Bloodhounds catching a scent. You just have to make it through the night, that's all. There are lots of places to hide around the cabin, in the forest. They'd even give you a head start!

Of course, you don't stand much of a chance. You'd hold out surprisingly long, and there'd be a few near-misses. But eventually, your luck would run out...

I'm not sure how to go about it, how to show the violence (since obviously reader survives! But i kind of want a slasher vibe too?). And once they catch you, the real fun begins 👀🖤 (obvs this is going to be dark).

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Anyway, I'm swamped with finishing other fics on my list. Don't know if/when I'll get around to this.

[liliallowed]

Sorry but just another thought with Abandoned Family/Route

I imagine, if/when Frisk learns the concept of being upset or distressed in a way, they just start repeating a random sentence or word they heard like the bunny from Guardians of The Galaxy V3(in that uh.. One scene)

Like Crimson is just trying to kill them and they just start repeating the last thing Y/N ever said to them or something off the walls that has no real meaning but they're saying it because they're "upset/distressed", they need to say SOMETHING, right?

Or if they're just sad in general they'd go up to Dust and say something Y/N would say when they were upset, or the first thing Y/N said to them, or even on the rare occasion, repeat back something Dust himself said

as someone who personally has a similar problem like this when I am under extreme stress (repeating random words like I'm a computer with a semantic error) I kinda felt that one ngl.

content warning... psychological melt down?

frisk pov

you WANT to say something else you don't exactly hear yourself saying the word or completely understand the meaning of it but you're repeating it out of distress or because youre in shock or stressed. the word subconsciously MEANS something to you so you say it without even thinking.

it's not a statement. it's a desperate attempt to convey emotions but you studder.

your arms and legs malfunction like a robot that's been electricuted. a fish out of sea a puppet with no strings a statue frozen in place and time.

you can't move you studder again.

you can't speak. only make small sounds that cut off by the lump in your throat.

that's how you learned to cry when you were born isn't it?

you felt so weak.

so powerless and small.

you were scared. though not self aware enough to know so...

you felt something you didn't understand.

you never understood.

why?

...

why?

this... has happened to you before. a broken music box still continues to play beside the umbrella in place of the empty statue.

it's has rusted. it cannot sing.

some notes are worn off. it's malfunctioning.

you wonder if it feels pain when it tries to speak aswell... or if the notes of the words just don't come to mind.

you hate that silence you feel SO SMALL.

you're self aware enough to know: "holy shit I'm going fucking crazy I can't stop repeating this phrase! "

it's scary. you'd scare YOURSELF. you want to say something but "I'm sorry" is all that comes out.

your thoughts are in a loop. you literally can't think of any other phrase.

you're sorry.

you ARE sorry but that's also another form of saying "I'm scared, please don't hurt me."

or "I regret my actions"

you're sorry.

is any of this your fault?

you're sorry.

what are you sorry about?

you don't know. probably for simply existing.

you want the pain to stop but all you can say is "I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry... "

you're sorry.

you're sorry. the word echos in your mind as it seems to provide comfort to you.

it's so overwhelming.

the simplicity if the word keeps your broken mind at ease.

you're saah ree.

sorry ...

the word's meaning starts to fade as you continue muttering it to yourself.

you're sorry.

you don't know what it means but it brings you comfort. it's familiar. and it's kept you safe.

all you can focus on is the pronunciation.

am s-ah ree ... ree sah. ree sah... hehe reesah.

you mutter, completely disassociating from the present. you think it's a funny word.

ree sah ree sah. reesah reesah.

you're sorry.

[luxscape]

Greetings 😁Can I request a zombie apocalypse au with the Hashirama,Tobirama and Madara?Thank you 🎈

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Hashirama

Resilient, resourceful, and revolutionary, Hashirama is the survivor who rallys people together. He would start a camp of survivors that would eventually develop into a large community, which would then turn their encampment into a settlement!

It's difficult to make it through many of the days, especially ones where they lose someone. But he is resigned to see the tough times through to a better future—perhaps not the status quo of the past, but something good for all, including rest for the undead.

He would inevitably come to lead that new town, as Hashi just has that undeniably optimistic element that draws people forward, draws them to change, to his transformative radiance. In this AU, he would use his powers grow produce and flora everywhere he went, as long as it was safe.... if he still had powers, that is

He would also try to use his powers to end the zombie apocalypse however he could

Hashirama is a self-sacrificing moron willing to die his loved ones, including the family he would undoubtedly have, unperturbed by the morose realities of the current world. That's almost certainly how he meets his demise, succumbing to the undead to save someone from that same fate.

Tobirama

Pragmatic, prudent, and posturing, Tobirama is the sort of person who will do what he must but will not compromise his integrity or honor, even in survival mode. He's not going to team up with just anyone; he will be scrutinizing when the opportunity to join forces comes along, lest he be weighed down and anchored to an untimely fate.

His only concern at the beginning of the outbreak is finding shelter secure enough, water clean enough, and food plenty enough for one (1) Tobirama and one (1) Hashirama. Once that is accomplished, Tobirama might be capable of processing the scope of what they're experiencing, and formulating a long-term game plan for something beyond survival. But his main concern is the safety of his brother, and almost simply as an extension, himself.

He will not hesitate defend both himself and his brother or their territory and resources, but Tobirama makes every attempt not to encroach on others or start shit. He sees any unnecessary conflict as a liability in the post-apocalyptic landscape. Tobirama is the kind of guy to pass by a peaceful settlement rather than reach out to try to forge an allegiance, lest conflict inevitably arise.

All that said, Hashirama's influence means Tobirama could never stay away from others for too long. It's likely that a stray survivor or couple comes along, and Hashirama convinces Tobirama that each group will be better off together.

Madara

Bleak, bleary, and bitter. Scavenging, attacking first, surviving. That is the only life Madara comprehends in this landscape. His sole focus is preserving himself and his direct descendants. If it's not his brother, his wife, or his child then it is expendable. He'll do whatever it takes to keep them going.

Autopilot is where he lands when the beginning of the virus sets down upon the world, and it's where he is when he dies. He is fixated on personal armament, traveling to a fortified area, providing for his family, and decimating anything that comes between those three goals. Knowing Madara, he would likely devise a plan of using the Infinite Tsukuyomi in an attempt to control the virus, or at least, the zombies.

The concept of a survivor camp or settlement is bizarre and beyond Madara. He sees resource-piling as a way for others to take from him and his family, not a secure way into the future. Anything he can take, he will and he will guard anything he has to the death. That being said, it's likely that he would perish early on, due to his utter lack of cooperation and trust in others. No amount of influence from his loved ones could interfere with his beliefs, especially his Us Versus Them mindset in the apocalypse.

The last dreary days of his life would see not only the end of Madara but his family, too. Without the aid or support of others, they would likely be in a constant state of movement to avoid large groupings of zombies. They would be exhausted, downtrodden, and likely suffering malnutrition when the end came upon them, left with only fleeting moments to reflect on what used to be, before they were consumed.

[himufanart]

How you screamed as my knife slit your skull, your brain juices sticky and sweet.

[unrivalling]

Listen, I think Rook loves Vil and would never hurt him but also I don’t think everyone else is sure about that and I think that whenever Vil disappears for a few hours Crowley starts getting ready to talk to the magic cops

[blueparadis]

when you sit on his lap, legs spread apart from each other, folded and glued along his thighs your dragon!boyfriend knows that it is time for some "instinct inspection" or as you like to put it but he knows that it will eventually end up being much more than that; it always does: either end up him getting hard when you are done or you hurt yourself spilling blood in drops. tsk, what a waste!

but today, it is going to be more than that. . .

"Say ahh," you would order, just like other days, before grazing your index finger against his fangs. At first, it does not grow, you just feel the sharp edge of his fangs on your supple skin. what a tease you are! It grows when you pull away your hand and adjust on his lap for a better grip and angle.

"Bad manners," you would say whenever you spot him letting go of his human form. he even remembers hearing that when he lowly growling in front of strangers who were following you the other night but at times like these, when the whole world is busy, when no one is looking at you two—he can let go of it; that carefully crafted camouflaged self to fool your kind and let his dormant side take over.

"It is just a bite," he would say after sucking your blood from your wrist as he held your arm by the wrist. But it is kind of frustrating, don't you think? how you are sitting on his lap, checking if he has hunted any animals or eaten your kind or not. And when you see he has been such a good boy, slowly learning to control his habits and instincts, don't you think it's a little unfair when you don't reward him? He licks the trickling blood along your hand from up your elbow to your wrist; you can see two dots, fairly distanced and round but somehow it does not hurt.

To think that you would teach him about 'control' and 'instinct', what a naive human being you are.

Even though you are still sitting on his lap, one of his hands holding yours from where he freshly sucked your sweet blood and your other hand is holding his yet you feel something tightening around your belly. You do not stop him as his tail wraps around your body, his eyes slowly getting to glow, his skin changing, shining but before he changes completely you kiss him, kiss him with full might as if you will do the moment your lips part from his.

And when you pull away, he just takes deep breaths and says, "One more time," gulping he adds, "Please," now how could you turn that down even though he has been quite rebellious.

[tojisun]

Thoughts on baby trapping 🙈

(fictional) baby trapping has me running around the block yelling !!

placebo pills instead of birth control and morning-after; how price changed them when you asked him to pick up your prescription from the pharmacy. he also helps you keep track of your cycle and safe days, but sometimes he drives you to the peak of your desperation that you fold and let him fuck you raw. he kisses your shoulder and promises to pull out, that he won't slip up, and he keeps it. of course he keeps his promises. but the next round, you're more distracted. more sensitive. more needy. so he fucks you good, he fucks you deeply, and muffles his groans on your skin when he cums in you. he says he's sorry, says that he'll pull out the next round he swears, but he doesn't. god, he's sorry he just can't help it. you jus' feel so good 'round him—

he gives you a morning-after, still so apologetic even when you laugh and tell him it's fine. that you get it. that he really shouldn't blame himself because you like it raw too. price smiles, so honest, and kisses you after you swallowed down the pill.

or how simon deliberately makes tears on the condom with his nails, and hides it from you by fisting himself or fucking you on your knees, your head pressed to the mattress, blind to his intentions. he says it might have ripped when he was fucking you hard—remember? i fucked you so deep you said you can feel me 'ere in y'r stomach?—and says he'll be more careful next time. that maybe he needs to pump you with more lube so it won't rip. he pulls a new one from the pack and asks if you can go one more round. you give him a shy nod, arching back into position and watching as he slips the condom on his cock. you last a few thrusts before simon's slapping the fat of your ass, pulling out just to adjust positions, before he's plugging you again with the thick girth of his length. you don't even know he's tugged the condom off him and had plunged his cock in your cunt, raw.

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sorry my godd this is just some messy rambling bc im honestly kinda super sleep deprived but this made me yell and i had Thoughts™ about this for a while now and!!! yea :D sorry about the mess

[starflungwaddledee]

Did Taranza die with Sectonia in awtdy :0c

sorry to say, but yes he did. as a mage (and a future ally of Kirby's) there was unfortunately no way he was making it through Galacta Knight's timeline intact 😔

[missvalentinee]

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[ennissg]

Dr. Vrach sneaking out of camp to perform a ritual in the middle of the night and running into some vampire sucking on a boar

He's got too much on his mind (and, well, in it) to worry about it tonight though

[luxscape]

💀Edamura💀?

Good boy Edamura down bad? Sadly, we do love to see it

💀 house of 1000 corpses

Not only is he gagging and binding his victims, but on a particularly sadistic stint, Edamura is likely to suspend his victim in the air as he enjoys their time together.

Were it not for the impracticality of the upkeep of the lifestyle altogether, a simple and unassuming home with a terrifying basement that serviced as his own personal menagerie of captives would serve Edamura very well. The kinds you see in films, where it's inescapably sealed and you're lucky if you can even make contact with the others in the cells around you. There might be one homely cell, with an actual bed, and books, and a receptable for relieving one's self—but only for his favorite, most behaved prisoner.

His tastes are less inclined towards gruesome violence; it's a psychological conquering that he takes pleasure in. For Makoto, there is something about slowly breaking another's personhood and spirit, taking away the things he probably feels that he himself has lost. It thrills him to watching someone react like a feral animal, relying on instinct to survive as he withholds basic needs and comforts from them. He feels like a god.

Conversely, being tortured is enough to make Edamura fold, possibly for good. Prison had a way of changing him for the better, but likely because he believed it would begin to right his life's course. Torture, in his eyes, could have no such purpose. Despite how strong Makoto is, just two to three weeks would be enough to crack his mental health.

[panksage]

Emperor is the funniest guy.

[j0celynh0rr0r]

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