#horror psycho collab

[love4evalu-art]

AAAAAA finallyyyy I found the fanart of Mob as Carrie 😭😭🤧

It was made in 2022 if I'm not mistaken, It's not my best work but I appreciate it a lot

I'm a very shy person, so I don't usually dare to participate in collabs, that's why every piece I make for one of them is a treasure for me!

[serenhob]

Going through a Howls moving castle cycle atm and why did nobody tell me that Howl is voiced by PATRICK BATEMAN, I can't get over it.

Every time he speaks all I can picture is this.

I'm gonna rewatch it in French cause I can't deal with that .

Edit: PEETA BREAD MELLARK VOICES MARKL. NOTHING IS REAL, REALITY IS AN ILLUSION AND IM LOSING MY MIND😭😭😭😭😭😭

[barbatusart]

i dont think id be considered healthcare frontline as a switchboard operator for a hospital but i started during covid (and still work the same job though we're definitely not as busy as we were that first year) and i do gore art sometimes so it was funny seeing those other asks. i guess it makes sense we'd touch the medical field.

honestly naah switchboard operator for hospital is still healthcare, it’s facilitating patient care imo - and also hello and thank you for all you do when us internal dumbasses forget the number for radiology for the 5thousandth time lmao. i think also it’s pretty common for healthcare workers to have crossover with enjoying horror, ive definitely run into a nonzero no. of physicians & RNs & the like who love the splatter stuff & even really enjoyed my old psycho gore collab comix - i remember i finally showed one of my favorite MDs some panels from SAD SACK during my 2 week notice at the covid gig & they were like THIS IS REALLY BEAUTIFUL 8O with zero ick factor lmao. working so closely with and on The Body absolutely desensitizes one to human blood & i can only hypothesize it’s not too far fetched to say that extends to horror and gore media as well, tho everybody’s mileage will vary of course

[doubleddenden]

I got my reasonable Pokemon Day Predictions done. I think I'll make a tradition of making hilariously wrong predictions since I did it last year.

So now, the Pokemon Presents from Hell, 2025 that hopefully has no chance in hell of happening

Ishihara opens by slowly unbuttoning his shirt, staring blankly into the camera with uninterrupted eye contact for 5 minutes. He is clearly not enjoying this, but neither are you.

Home has an "adjustment price update" where everything gets more expensive. Oh but you get a free Mew now. Every time you purchase. Shiny locked. BTW these will take up your freemium box if you forget to pay.

Pokemon Go decides to take up 10 minutes going over their latest addition: Grock, the AI pokemon

Pokemon Masters reveals its first collab: Persona 5 (and thus EOS in a year)

Cafe Remix reveals a horror story of mixing a Sinistcha and Polteageist's juices into a Shuckle and shaking it around. The taste is salty and has a strange odor.

The TCG mobile game now charges you real $500 for a Charizard card

Unite reveals its newest character: Vaporeon. The announcement begins with "Did you know that in terms of-"

Pokemon reveals its latest collaboration partners: Tesla and Twitter

NFTs

ZA is canceled after the teraleaks. Instead, they punish us with Hey You Pikachu and Pokemon Channel ports to NSO.

New anime based on the discarded folk tales found in the teraleaks. Yes. Including the Octillery.

They announce pokemon gen 10, and it is now a live service game akin to Genshin except they only start you with about 20 pokemon, 2 badges, a small handful of moves, and your starters are the Kanto trio. Coming this year, and they started development last october. Expansions will be on sale for $20 per badge.

Detective Pikachu 2: the Ballad of Mr Mime, in which a it is a gritty rise to power movie of DP Mr Mime and Ludicolo coming to power in a style inspired by The Godfather and American Psycho. Directed by Quentin Terantino, with an exciting announcement of a female Cinderace joining the cast, and Quentin himself also being it's trainer and- oh it's canceled

Oh! And one more thing: Taylor Swift song

[nirvaholicshop]

Ice Nine Kills x American Psycho Patrick Bateman Face Bloody Bateman Two Sided T-Shirt

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The front design showcases a blood-splattered, sinister close-up of Patrick Bateman’s face, with “Ice Nine Kills” etched across his skin in a disturbing, raw style. A bold red “X” backdrop adds intensity to the artwork, making it a striking centerpiece for any horror fan’s collection.

On the back, the band’s iconic dripping logo takes center stage, paired with Japanese katakana text translating to American Psycho, adding a unique and edgy touch. Beneath, the American Psycho x INK collab branding cements this tee as a must-have for collectors and fans alike.

Related products: Ice Nine Kills

[unknownarmageddon]

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[aajjks]

Scream, Baby. (m)

synopsis. He had a lot of victims but unfortunately, you became the victim of his love.

pairing: yan!ghostface!jungkook x fem!reader.

warnings: YANDERE, extreme themes, horror, mentions of bl*od, killi*gs, m*rders, d-ad bodies, self h-rm, obsession, unstable behaviour, possessiveness, unhealthy way of “loving”, manipulation, triggering themes.

part of @taetaecherub’s fear festival! ^^ please check out the other fics as well, all of them are a treat!!! 😭🙏

note. HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS. the collab finally comes to an end 💔 I had so much fun with all of the girls and the fics???? Oh my gosh. I had the chance to work with so many amazing writers. thanks neon for hosting the collab. I Hope you all will love this, leave feedback please? ENJOY.

wc. roughly around 3k

*not edited*

taglist. [will be added later]

Spending his time with you was his favourite part of the day, Jungkook adored you so much, you were his favourite, his favourite person, You were his only best friend.

“Jungkook! Not again, seriously?!” You whined, your voice like honey to him, Jungkook turned his head to look at you sitting on the couch right beside him.

He smiled. “What Y/N?” He knew but he just loved to hear your voice, so much.

He watched you as you rolled your eyes at him, Jungkook couldn’t help but smile.

You were just so cute.

“Another horror movie?! Gosh! JK, I seriously don’t get your obsession with them!” Jungkook clicked his tongue, looking at you with a lazy gaze.

“You know I love them almost as much as I love you, sweetheart.” He winked, flirty tone dripping from his lips.

You suck your teeth in. “Ehh you’re so bad at flirting,” laughing, you grab the remote from his hands.

Catching him off guard.

“But first… I want to watch the news.” It was Jungkook’s turn to roll his eyes, not at you though, never you.

Just at the upcoming situation.

Jungkook sighed, watching you change channels after channels until you come across your favourite one.

Fuck.

“One body has been found at the downtown Derryviles alley, the victim has been unable to be identified due to the disfigured face.” The news reporters voice echoed in Jungkook’s ears, his eyes glued on the T.V screen.

He remembered that so clearly. How could he not? He never forgot.

“This is the 34th victim killed with the same pattern. An unknown knife type used to stab the victim 17 times in the gut and disfiguring of the face.”

You gasped.

“JUNGKOOK?!” The man almost jumped from the couch at your loud voice. He turned his head towards your direction.

Your E/C eyes filled with fear and shock, you look at him like he’s the one who’s done this.

He is the one.

“W-What Y/N?!” Jungkook stuttered, avoiding your eyes. It was like you could see right through him, it was like you could see all of the things he’d done that night.

“I-It happened near the café…kook.” Your tone was wavy, Jungkook’s eyes softened, you were scared.

You were scared of him.

“I-I can’t believe this…. Th-This psycho killer is absolutely nuts!” You bite your lip, if your expression wasn’t so lovely, he would feel a little insulted.

You wouldn’t understand him even if he told you.

“O-Oh my god…. W-What if that killer kills me next!!?”

“ARE YOU STUPID?!” Jungkook cut you off. He grabbed your body and shook your shoulders, his eyes were wide.

How could you even think that?

Jungkook stared deeply into your eyes, his gaze filled with a dark glint, he chewed on his lower lip. You noticed a change in his demeanour.

He was being weird.

“I’ll always protect you! N-Nothing will ever harm you- I-I won’t let it! Don’t worry!” He sighed deeply.

“Are you okay, kook?”

He blinked, “I-I just don’t want you to be scared, Y/N.” Jungkook smiled, his shoulders relaxed, you noticed. 

He was always a weirdo, you loved him for that. But his reaction was quite actually weird. But then again, it was your friend, jungkook.

“And didn’t you notice? Most of his victims are men anyways…. If anything? You need to protect me!” 

“literally shut the fuck up!” you both giggled together as the news anchors voice faded under the loud sound of your laughter, you punched him playfully and his giggles only became louder.

“UGH STOOOP!” You cried as he tickled you. “I-I UGH NEED T-TO TELL YOU SOMETHING PLEASE!” You giggled from the sensation.

“What?” He breathed heavily, his eyes crinkled from his expression. “Did you know a creep tried to hit on me at the coffee house?”

Jungkook stopped laughing.

“But y’know that coworker of mine? y’know the one I think hates my guts? Come on! You know his name is Yoongi!? He saved me and shooed the creep away….” You stretched your arms, getting up to sit on the couch.

You felt your friends gaze on you. “Ahhh don’t worry kook, Yoongi is pretty good at intimidating people…. He can be pretty scary…”

No response.

“Also shit!!! I have to meet up with Do-il! Come on let’s finish the movie so you won’t whine about how I don’t give you time anymore.”

“Y/N?” After what felt like eternity, Jungkook finally spoke, you hummed, opening Netflix to put on Jungkook’s favourite movie.

“We’ve literally watched this so- You love me more right?”

You halted your movements, the atmosphere of the room took a turn, Jungkook wasn’t kidding around, he sounded so serious,

Scared even.

“Of course kook, you’re my number 1.”

He’s my boyfriend, and you’re my best friend.

“Can’t you stay with me… tonight?”

“No I can’t, kook.”

Jungkook’s brain itched. He couldn’t see you with that loser any longer. That prick had to die.

Jeon Jungkook, your best friend hated your boyfriend, Do-il.

He was an insecure man, deeply so, he was naturally territorial of you, he didn’t like sharing his anything with anyone but you.

You.

You were always the exception. You never could truly understand your friend, why was he so attached to you? Maybe it could be because of his childhood?

You didn’t fully know it but you knew that Jungkook had some trauma because of it, as you finally walked out of Jungkook’s apartment, the cold breeze almost left you breathless.

It’s cold.

Unlike Jungkook’s apartment, you wondered as you walked. Today was awfully cold, and now you were going to meet your boyfriend at a random coffee place.

And tomorrow was Halloween. That was the only good thing awaiting you. You loved the season so much.

Your phone vibrated, taking your attention, you quickly took it out of the pocket of your coat and saw your aunts name flashing brightly.

Pressing on the green option, you pressed the phone into your ears.

“Aunt Hae-Soo!” There was some sniffling noises when you spoke into the phone, the sound continued and you were starting to get concerned. “Are you okay???”

“Y-Y/N! Dae and Han haven’t come home since almost a week! I-I even filed a police complaint b-but I’m so worried!” The woman on the other line cried as you walked to a quite spot,

Your heartbeat immediately dropped as you heard her.

they couldn’t-

“Aunt!! Please calm down….. I’ll try to call Dae… he always picks up…. Please don’t cry…” you almost cooed with a heavy heart.

How could this not be a big deal when there was a literal psycho serial killer on the loose?

“Please I-I am so worried, Y/N are you safe?!” Your aunt lived in another town, you didn’t want to worry her more.

Maybe she had seen the news.

But you were safe right?

“Y-Yes absolutely! Aunt Hae-Soo don’t worry… I’ll call dae but you please please take care of yourself!” You looked around to see some people on the road walking.

It was almost 7 pm.

“Okay dear but please let me know and you also stay safe… I saw the news about your town… oh Jesus…. What is wrong with this world.” Your aunt exclaimed.

You let out a laugh at her sentence.

“Don’t worry!”

The line finally went dead and you quickly made your way to the cafe.

Jungkook was almost losing control.

He couldn’t bear to look at the ugly asshole any longer, even behind the mask, it made his eyes itch just to look at his covered unconscious face.

His basement was dark, eerily so. Park Do-il was a shady man after all. Do-il didn’t deserve you, his best friend.

You deserved someone who worshipped you. Not an unfaithful ugly piece of shit guy.

Jungkook worshipped you. He loved you so much. He was so much better than this guy who lived in a shitty apartment with a creepy basement.

You deserved so much better than him.

“What does she even see in you?” Jungkook scoffed, talking to your unconscious boyfriend. He sucked in his breath,

Jealousy was burning inside him like an erupting volcano.

“first of all, you are ugly, you don’t like scary movies and…. You are an unfaithful asshole to my Y/N!”

He took out the familiar knife.

His beloved after you.

The buck 120 shined so brightly every time Jungkook used it. The silver was so beautiful, pointy.

It went into the guts of people so smoothly. He cherished it so much.

“Ahhh finally I can kill you and have my Y/N all to myself.” Jungkook giggled, “you can’t even protect her, unlike me. You know what I did to that bastard who tried to harass my girl?” Jungkook glanced at the knife, lowering it to do-il’s abdomen.

Twisting it so deeply inside his gut that it made a cringey noise.

Seeing the way the knife pierced directly into his skin made jungkook feel so excited, it was the first time he was killing one of his victims without his mask.

“I twisted the knife so deeply into his heart almost like this. that fucking asshole screamed so loud, gosh!” Jungkook continued.

He bit his lip as he pulled the knife out and in, repeatedly. so fast that the blood slashed on his face.

Jungkook hated messing around but right now? This was almost orgasmic. He was thinking about you.

Ways to console you, his plan was almost complete. You were going to be his forever.

“I’d love to ruin your fucking face but then my Y/N would get suspicious…. She’s so smart… my precious girl….” Jungkook cooed to the unmoving body.

“Fuck yes! You are finally dead.” Jungkook checked his wrist and sighed in delight.

“I never wanted to give you a quick death but to have Y/N… I had to.”

“Now I’ll just have to wait for her to reach your apartment.” He kissed the knife, the blood stained his lips.

“As she should be, by now.” Jungkook aimed the knife towards his arm. “Now to make my plan successful, I’ll have to stab myself.” He swiped the dangerously pointy knife across his right arm.

“It doesn’t hurt that much, surprisingly.” He shrugged, repeating the same thing right across his abdomen, making sure to look convincing for you to believe his,

Bullshit story.

“Baby…. You will finally be mine…”

You felt like crying.

Being stood up for the sixth time by your boyfriend was embarrassing to say the least, there was a serial killer on the loose, your cousins were lost and It’s Halloween eve and you are crying while standing at your joke of a boyfriends door.

“Open the door, do-il!” You softly knock on the door, trying to control your emotions. Your heart broke, how could he do this to you?!

You knocked again and again.

Until it opened. A hand came out of the door and pulled you in before you could even say anything.

“Do-il you ass! What are you doing!?” You cried as the hand pushed you into his home.

The light bulb made it easier for you to see the man standing so close to you and you gasped.

“J-Jungkook?!?” You almost screamed but the guy hushed you. You looked up and down to take notice of his appearance and a shriek left you.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU??! A-AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN DO-IL’S APARTMENT?!?”

You were so confused now, what the fuck was wrong with today?? “Y-Y/N hush! Come on. I-I have to show you something!”

Jungkook took you towards the staircase to your boyfriends basement, this was beyond freaky, “where the hell is Do-il?” The man didn’t leave your hand. You looked at Jungkook’s dirty clothes, dirt everywhere. His arm was bleeding furiously.

Just what the hell had happened here?

“Jungkook you’re bleeding!” This was concerning, your heartbeat was dropping as jungkook and you entered the basement.

His hand left yours as you stood in the dark until jungkook turned on the light switch.

The light was bright on your eyes, you blinked twice.

“What the hell.” You cursed as you tried to open them. Your eyes were sensitive, as your vision cleared.

And your knees started to shake, the view infront of you made your world crumble.

“W-Who’s that…” you saw a body in a black cloak, the face was barely covered by a weird face on the mask.

“Go ahead, and see for yourself.” Jungkook didn’t look at you but his gaze was set ahead on the body.

“Go Y/N.” Jungkook urged you on, taking your hand in his once again, your feet taking you near the body.

There was blood oozing out of it.

“J-Jungkook…” you stuttered with fear, the bile in your throat was rising, “this is the serial killer.”

“Park Do-il aka the psycho killer who killed so many people.”

Your brain registered his words, but your body paralysed with shock, goosebumps on your skin rose.

“I got a text about two hours ago… with an unregistered number with this address and a question from a horror movie quiz.”

You listened and listened, your lips sealed, this was crazy, this couldn’t be true.

“I came here because I knew this was your boyfriends house… but as soon as I entered? He attacked me.”

Jungkook stole a glance at you, you were petrified, the colour from your face disappeared.

He felt bad.

“B-But hes t-the one that’s d-dead!”

Jungkook chewed on his inner cheek to stop his frustration from building up, you were so annoyingly smart.

He loved you for that.

“Exactly. He attacked me- he was acting crazy he was going on about how he thought you were cheating on him with me- h-he wanted to kill me and you!”

Jungkook made sure to conceal his tone into one of fear. “H-He even confessed to killing that guy you told me a about! He’s crazy Y/N,

It was all his plan… he was going to kill you- I-I had to protect you.” Jungkook was a good actor. The tears came out so easily as he hiccuped.

“H-How could not have known that he was behind all of this?!” Jungkook grabbed your busy, his hands on your shoulders.

His heart hammered so loudly. “I-I c-can’t believe this…. D-Do-il was the killer all along?”

Jungkook wanted to kiss the tears away from your eyes, his plan was almost successful. “Y-Yes! Even I was shocked! I had to kill him before he could kill you Y/N!”

“Don’t scream, baby… it’s okay… I got you. I love you Y/N… I’m sorry I had to kill him.” Jungkook pulled you in for a hug.

Breathing so deeply into your embrace.

“I-I…. thank God you’re safe, kook.” You wrapped your arms around him. “Let’s g-go from here…”

“You did the right thing by killing this psycho bastard…He deserved to die.”

Yes, my 35th and final victim.

Your eyes traveled towards the silver bloodied knife, it was the same one from Jungkook’s apartment.

A buck 120.

[tteokdoroki]

 — FUCKIN’ HER FIVE WAYS ! 

ʚ♡ɞ SYNOPSIS: welcome to my very first kinktober event! for five weeks, every friday until october 31st, i’ll be posting a short fic based on five kinks and characters selected by you guys ! dynamight.net proudly presents —  fuckin’ her five ways.

ʚ♡ɞ cw. the following pieces contain dark content and nsfw themes, each is tagged with it’s own warrnings. please heed these for your own safety. minors do not internact.

ʚ♡ɞ a/n. join the kinktober taglist here ! likes + rbs are always appreciated.

OCTOBER 1ST - THE FUTURE WE PLANNED !

ৎ୭. izuku midoriya + breeding.

ৎ୭ synopsis. after years of hiding in the shadows and being on the run, our beloved vigilante izuku midoriya returns to his girlfriend’s home to help you build the family you’ve always dreamed of.

ৎ୭ cw. including; dub-con, somnophilia, cheating, lingerie, breathplay, tentacles, pregnancy kink. 

OCTOBER 8TH - DUDE, YOUR SISTER’S HOT !

ৎ୭. eijirou kirshima + overstimulation.

ৎ୭ synopsis. kirishima hates the way his friends talk about his step-sister— he knows that you’re hot, knows that you’re filthy, but only he gets to see the dirty sides of you and his friends will just have to sit this one out.

ৎ୭ cw. including; step-cest, humiliation, forced orgasm, voyeurism, impact play, dom-sub, consensual-non-consent.

OCTOBER 15TH - SIT, PAW, BEND OVER !

ৎ୭. koutarou bokuto + dumbification.

ৎ୭ synopsis. when the volleyball off-season rolls around and things get a little lonely for bokuto, he adopts a precious husky hybrid to keep him company— however, you’re not as well behaved as he would like.

ৎ୭ cw. including; hybrids, pet play, collars-leashes, marking, brat-taming, size kink, degredation.

OCTOBER 22ND - BANG IN THE  MIRROR !

ৎ୭. megumi fushiguro + mirror sex.

ৎ୭ synopsis. a girls day out with nobara has you blowing up megumi’s phone with pictures of you in the cutest, tightest, shortest dress he’s ever seen—and after a few more sinful messages, your dress makes its debut in your boyfriend’s private show.

ৎ୭ cw. including; body worship, clothed sex, sexting, exhibitionism, orgasm control, praise, bondage. 

OCTOBER 29TH - SHE’S MY FAVOURITE GIRL !

ৎ୭. katsuki bakugou + possesive sex.

ৎ୭ synopsis. your best friend’s girlfriend doesn’t like you, but can you really blame her? i mean, you’re perfect ! pretty, smart, likeable and you have her boyfriend wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger.

ৎ୭ cw. including; dub-con, recording, cheating, cherry chasing, manipulation, spit, thigh-ridng, cumplay.

OCTOBER 30TH - MY BABYSITTER’S A PSYCHO ! ( SPECIAL )

ৎ୭. mikey / manjiro sano + babysitting horror prompt.

ৎ୭ synopsis. as part of @/cyancherub’s wheel of misfortune collab. nearing the anniversary of his brother’s disappearance, mikey gets stuck with babysitter he doesn’t want, for protection, as ordered by his parents. he should count his blessings that she’s around too, don’t you know mikey? there’s a killer on the loose.

ৎ୭ cw. including; corruption, knife-play, branding, manipulation.

[sanstropfremir]

4th gen bg haven't gained popularity outside of their own fanbases which is also why it's rare to see like any of them on variety shows but I've been getting the feeling that ggs are still doing pretty well? Like gg always have been more popular but IVE's been doing like insanely well and even itzy and aespa have done leagues better than the 4th gen bgs from the big three. Anyways I'm sure someone already asked but what 4th gen groups do you think people should keep an eye on on or check out?

that's because girl groups have double the intended audience than boy groups lmao. girl groups are marketed to male AND female audiences, but boy groups are only marketed to female audiences, for many obvious heteronormative reasons.

alrighty (cracks knuckles) you want recs? lemme give you some recs:

purple kiss: debuted 2021. had the most perfect first comeback and have a no skip discography. great performers and have really good intro choreographies. bside recs: pretty psycho, cast pearls before swine

billlie: debuted 2021. they got a big boost in popularity thanks to gingamingayo but i'm gonna rec them anyways bc they deserve it. their debut track inexplicably samples christmas music. they did an excellent kick it cover. bside recs: flipp!ng a coin, overlap

pixy: debuted 2021. flop bc their company is tiny but they do a mean horror concept and have some of the best bsides in the game. they're having a comeback right now pls support. bside recs: greedy, the moon, moonlight.

xg: debuted 2022. they're a korean japanese collab group so they don't promote the same way as other groups do. absolute banger of a first single produced by simon from dalmation, and they're going to be releasing another at the end of the month

cignature: debuted 2020. also flops but they make bangers. boyfriend is what caught my attention but i'm a big fan of assa as well. bside recs: villain, hinghing

tan: debuted 2022. formed from a literal survival show and has the MOST second gen energy you will see outside of someone from second gen. which is fitting because one of the members is actually second gen. incredible rnb debut track and the english version is even better. and here's an acapella version for good measure. surely this traffic light cover will cure my mental illness. they're about to have a comeback that's gonna blow my brains out. bside recs: literally just listen to their whole ep it's three and a half songs.

tempest: debuted 2022. the new boy group from yuehua (woodz's agency). super fun debut track and they're very promising performers. i would commit a crime for hanbin (pink hair). bside recs: bad at love, just a little bit

blitzers: debuted 2021. major first year theatre kid energy and i find it so endearing. the debut choreo involved spinning their maknae 360 degrees for no reason. their first comeback was my favourite choreo of 2021. bside recs: hop in, love bottle.

nine.i: debuted 2022. the most insane (figurative) debut choreo i have ever seen. here's me losing my shit about it in the tags, and here's a reaction video they did where they explain all of the move choices. so basically content made for me and me only. also one of their members produced their entire ep. bside recs: beauty inside, wasted youth

tnx: debuted 2022. these boys are FRESH (like debuted a month ago fresh) but i've been keeping an eye on them thanks to this frankly better than it should have been win cover. all those boys made it into the group btw. bside recs: 180sec, burst up.

omega x: debuted 2021. formed entirely from members of disbanded 3rd gen flop groups as a 'second chance' type group. if you want crunch, here's some crunchy. if you want bright, here's some bright. bside recs: younger, action, bounce with me

dkz (formerly dongkiz): debuted 2019. these boys are mega flops that have already gone through a name change AND a lineup change. absolutely banging music and they do mostly bright and fun concepts. see: cupid, crazy night, lupin, blockbuster, fever

a.c.e: debuted 2017. they debuted in hot pants with only a fetish gear company sponsorship and a dream. they. are. singers. who. SING. they're officially on hiatus rn bc 4/5 of them are in the military but you should still support them. see also: take me higher, down, changer, goblin, undercover

onf: debuted 2017. they're also on hiatus because they all enlisted at the same time (minus their japanese member u) but you should still support them because they produce summer bangers. see: sukhumvit swimming, complete, popping, beautiful beautiful, we must love, goosebumps. also one of the greatest bsides of all time

onlyoneof: debuted 2019. blew up a little bit last year for doing a homoerotic pseudo kink choreo with a dick grab. if you like stuff adjacent to western indie/alt music these are the boys for you. see: savannah, dora maar, sage, angel, designer, gaslighting

golden child: debuted 2017. picking up the story mv slack. one of their members can play paganini and if you don't know what that means, it's not an insignificant skill. see: pump it up, wannabe, burn it (also a story mv)

oneus: debuted 2019. it's likely that most people know about oneus already but in case you didnt, you're welcome. extremely strong dance group and with impeccable concepts. also they have the actual best fourth gen dancer yeo hwanwoong. see: luna, bring it on, no diggity, valkyrie. their sibling group is the kband onewe and you should check them out too.

ok that's enough for now, i think.

[thrillridesz]

the secrets we share ▫ k.yh

in part of the ‘don’t breathe’ halloween collab hosted by @junjungsunwoo​

⥛ pairing: serial killer!younghoon x detective!reader (f)

⥛ genre: angst, horror, thriller, action, suspense, unrequited love, stalker!au, serial killer!au

⥛ synopsis: a serial killer is on the loose, leaving a trail of gruesomely mutilated bodies in his wake. as the detective assigned to his case, this case holds a special significance close to your heart and you need answers... but will you catch him in time?

⥛ warnings: swearing, blood, gore, extreme violence, domestic violence, abuse (physical and verbal/emotional), depression, character death, betrayal, gun usage/violence, mentions and usage of knives, obsessive behaviour, stalking, insanity

⥛ word count: 7.6k

⥛ fic playlist: Drink It - The Boyz | Drunk-Dazed - ENHYPEN | The One That Got Away - Brielle Von Hugel (cover) | Control - Halsey | Use Me - PVRIS ft. 070 Shake | Sweet but Psycho - Ava Max | You Don’t Own Me - SAYGRACE ft. G-Eazy

⥛ a/n: partially edited! I actually wrote this one way back in July and have been looking forward to posting this since then! this marks my first tbz horror/thriller fic and I hope you (whoever you are) enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! once again, feedback is also highly appreciated! (please let the mf tags work)

“Rise and shine, workaholic.”

You jolt awake from your slumber and look up blearily at your surroundings through squinted eyes, wincing at the bright glare of the sunlight streaming through the shades. The rickety, old ceiling fan is whirring away as usual with a loud creak every now and then, disrupting the morning peace in the office and a telephone rings off the hook at another desk. Officers move swiftly and shuffle across the linoleum floor, some in uniform and others plain-clothed, chatting into phones and carrying stacks of thick classified documents.

You catch a whiff of black instant coffee in the air and notice a cup of joe from your favourite cafe down the street on your desk in front of you. Rubbing your eyes, you stretch your limbs as Jacob slides over on his office chair, an iced latte in his hands.

“Thanks for the coffee, Cobie,” you say, still half asleep but quickly sobering.

He doesn’t say anything but smiles in a way that makes you knit your eyebrows together as you take a sip of your coffee.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, “don’t you think you’re working a little too hard? You haven’t stepped out of the station in almost 2 days.” With that, he gestures at your messy desk piled high with paperwork and your overheated computer monitor.

You take in what he says with narrowed eyes. Your skin feels icky and grimy, your hair greasy and your body reeks of stale coffee and cheap floor cleaning detergent. You have been working on the same case tirelessly for almost a month to no avail and with every lead you receive, it’s almost like a cycle of disappointment - you think you have something but it turns up empty every single time. You stare intently at the face plastered across your screen and the name typed out in bold, black letters.

Kim Younghoon.

With his tall and fit stature, silky ebony hair and intense dark eyes that seemed to hold so much innocence and goodwill, Younghoon had an appearance that didn’t seem to match up to his serial killer profile. 

On the outside, he looked like royalty and every bit of the prince you would think of when you read those fairytales to children but on the inside, he was a monster. He was a monster and a beast who lusted for blood, got an adrenaline kick off of suffering and left a trail of bodies in his wake wherever he went.  

It was all over the news, all those bloody murders and sudden disappearances of people only for them to be discovered dead, sometimes in the goriest and most cruel ways imaginable. Dismembered limbs, horrifyingly disfigured bodies and faces… the images themselves sometimes left even the seasoned police officers and forensics department sick to the stomach, people who have seen terrible things throughout their careers.

The media has since dubbed him ‘The Boogeyman’, for the terror he brought along with him and his elusiveness. For months, the public have lived in constant trepidation, wondering when he would strike and many have publicly derided the police for failing to subdue him. This was a man who knew how to slip out of the police’s clutches and for every one step they took, he was always three extra steps ahead. Even now as you scroll through Youtube and online forums, the comments are harsh and biting.

choichan0232: back when the police are actually able to do their job smh

princesskkuno: it’s as if the police dont give a shit abt anything and just let this fking murderer go around killing #fuckthepolice

xmelsebzx: they should just fire every single one of them, istg i’ve never seen any police department fail so spectacularly at their job

“Quit looking at those comments. They don’t understand how hard we’ve all been working, especially you,” Jacob snaps, breaking you out of your reverie.

Your hands are trembling at this point and you have to put down your coffee just in case you don’t spill it. The dark circles under your eyes are darker than they have ever been and you can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage.

Jacob peers at you, his brows furrowed in concern and he reaches out to touch your hand and you flinch.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

His voice sounds distant and your head begins to throb. This whole thing is starting to take its toll on you and you rub at your temple, soothing your incoming headache. You look up and take a deep breath. Managing a weak smile, you reply as you look into his eyes, “I will be.”

The look on his face indicates that he remains unconvinced.

“You sure? I think you should go home and take a break. Leave it to the rest of us.”

You bite your bottom lips nervously and he leans forward.

“I mean it, y/n. You deserve it. You’re overworked.”

You sigh, your voice wobbly.

“I know but-”

“If this is because of what happened, all the more you should rest and then come back when you’re clear-headed. Sangyeon would hate to know you’re neglecting your health and body over this,” he interrupts sharply but not meanly and you stiffen.

A moment of silence passes between the both of you and you look up at Jacob and hold his gaze.

“Jacob…”

“I’m your partner for this case. We’re supposed to work on this together so this case is mine as much as it is yours.” He says firmly and you know there is no way you were going to change his mind. You must say you aren’t very used to this side of Jacob - his eyes which normally sparkled with good humour and playfulness were now hard and unyielding, his gentle voice set. There were no two ways about it.

You can only relent and the usual softness in his eyes returns almost instantly and he pats you gently on the back.

“Go get some rest, eat some solid food. Take care of yourself and don’t come back until you’re well rested okay?” He asks and you nod as you switch off your monitor.

He watches as you leave and he opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, only to close it again and turn back to his work.

You step out onto the streets and watch as people go about their usual business. A mother is attempting to placate her crying child over a dollop of fallen chocolate ice cream on the ground across the street and a young, female cyclist whizzes past you and you instinctively lean backwards, almost falling over. It feels like forever since you’ve stepped out of the station and your limbs feel like lead as you force one leg in front of the other.

The sound of the morning traffic and chattering of people sound too loud, the sun feels too bright and your clothes are beginning to stick to your skin and you’re aware that you stink. The burden of not having made any progress so far weighs you down, like a boulder chained to your ankle. A huge screen set on a tall glass building is playing the morning news and news of the most recent murder last week flashes across the screen, almost taunting you. 

It was a gruesome one - a twenty something college student by the name of Eric Sohn - found with his insides hollowed out in a ditch. Several passersby around you stare up at the screen with horrified expressions which turn to a mixture of pure fear and rage when the screen flicks to Younghoon’s image. You stare into those pixelated, cold, murderous eyes and they seem provoking, as if it tells you that somewhere the man is laughing to himself at the incompetence of the police.

You look away. Even if you were to run back to the station, Jacob would kick you right back out anyways.

It feels like ages before you make it back to your empty, unkempt apartment and the first thing you do is flop onto the sofa. Your apartment smells odd, like old pizza and lavenders. It is dark with the curtains drawn and you can hear the lady upstairs singing offkey to Britney Spears’ ‘Toxic’, her high pitched voice screeching and irritating. Your floor is littered with papers filled with scrawls and a large noticeboard is tacked against your wall, covered with thumbtacks, leads and pictures of the crime scenes and of course, a picture of him.

You peel yourself off the sofa and stand before the picture of Younghoon, swallowing hard. Your eyes drift to the huge web of gathered notes and evidence you have compiled and at that moment, you have such an overwhelming urge to trash everything and scream your frustrations out but you hold back. Turning, you walk away to the kitchen.

As you pour yourself a glass of water, you notice the cluster of photographs pinned to the refrigerator.

“Sangyeon…” You mumble under your breath, your fingers sliding gingerly over the photograph.

Immortalised in photographs alone, you realise for nth time that you would never be able to see Sangyeon smile the way he did ever again. Without even knowing, tears were beginning to roll down your cheeks as you held the photograph in your hand.

You still remember when the photo was taken. It was in your sophomore year of high school, senior year for Sangyeon. You were a couple of people, a couple in love. The blue skies were clearer than they ever were, the flowers in full bloom as this picture was snapped while the two of you cosied up against each other, smiling like a pair of idiots unaware of what was to come in your futures. His head rested on your shoulder, his hair sweeping over his eyes as his strong arms wrapped themselves around you. You had your hands settled on his, a content smile gracing your face. This was a photograph of a couple who truly loved each other.

You stare hard at the picture until your tears start to blur your vision. That smile that promised the world and those eyes that held such warmth, they were long gone from your reality. From this world.

Looking away, you let the photograph flutter to the floor and gulp down the rest of your water. Your heart is beating so rapidly, you could have a heart attack any moment. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand brusquely, you took a deep breath.

No matter what, you have to find Younghoon.

The hallways are dark, dank and musty smelling. The lights overhead flicker and the black tiled floor beneath your feet is wet, slippery and the stale water soaks your shoes and socks. Dirty, cracked walls seem to close in on you and your clothes feel itchy and tight.

You squint and struggle to see even a few feet in front of you but you briefly make out a silhouette. The silhouette is tall, masculine and you can see that it’s a man with his back towards you at the other end of the hallway. A bright blue butterfly flits through the air in front of you and you watch as it rests on the wall to your left and the man turns such that his side profile now faces you.

The light falls against his skin and your eyes widen as you realise who it is. Fear fills your heart but as soon as it seeps in, anger quickly settles in. The anger comes in a rush, an unadulterated wave that threatens to overwhelm you completely and wholly. Suddenly, all you see in front of you is a target and you no longer fear anything. You just want to get your hands on him.

Your shoes plod and splash the dirty, stale water in every direction as you start forward but you don’t care. All you hear is the pounding of your heart in your ear and you stare straight ahead, full of determination. Somehow though, your legs feel heavy and every step takes great effort.

Yet, you don’t give up. You continue, the determination in you building up with every step and just when you almost reach him, the floor beneath you opens up and you fall. It’s a dark abyss you are falling into and your limbs that feel heavy earlier now feel weightless and you are a speck of nothing floating in a dark, empty space. You close your eyes and when you open them again, you are back at your apartment.

Except this time, you’re not alone.

A man without a face approaches you and even if there’s no features that tell of his identity, you know who it is. The hand reaches over before you can say anything and his fingers wind into your hair and the next thing you know, you’re crying uncontrollably despite your mind screaming at you not to and he’s dragging you across the floor. 

The violence and sick satisfaction he feels from your suffering emanates from his entire being and you are powerless to stop it. Your gun isn’t with you and his grip is vice-like and everything about this is wrong.

You look up with tear-stained cheeks at the figure as he stops short.

A beat passes.

Suddenly, your head is yanked back painfully and he slams your head with all his might against a cabinet and you wake up, screaming into the night with beads of cold sweat lining your forehead.

The apartment is quiet, the sky dark outside and you pant, wide-eyed in your bed. The digital clock at your bedside reads 4:56am and you bury your face into your hands, chest still heaving. The shirt you are wearing clings to your back with cold sweat and you decide that going back to sleep wouldn’t be feasible at this time.

You take a quick shower, get dressed and leave the apartment block and head out onto the relatively tranquil morning streets.

The city never sleeps. No matter how late (or early) you walk out, the streets are never deserted or without a single vehicle in sight. The city lights glow and shimmer against the early morning sky and as you stroll along, the chilly wind whips around and your hair tickles the back of your neck, sending goosebumps down your skin.

As you continue down, you think back to the dream you had earlier. It isn’t the first time you’ve had nightmares like this since Sangyeon died and you had a personal goal to track down Younghoon yourself. Sleeping pills, alcohol… none of them worked. You still had these nightmares one way or another. They terrify you and you shudder in spite of yourself. The haunting possibility that you were never going to catch up to Younghoon chills you to the core and you clench your jaw, your footsteps growing quicker.

“No,” you whisper to yourself, “I have to find him.”

Just as these words escape your lips, you catch a figure shift at the corner of your eye. You stop short, hairs standing at the back of your neck and you turn to see a dark alleyway. There is something ominous about it, something you can’t quite put your finger on and your detective instinct kicks in almost immediately.

You slip your hand into your hoodie pocket where you’ve hidden your police handgun and walk towards the alleyway, eyes steely and hard but your heart beating furiously. The darkness seems to swallow you up and instantly, you feel as if you’re back where you were in your nightmares previously. A large trashcan nearby emits the most foul smell you’ve had to deal with in a while and you hold your breath as you advance closer, your eyes sweeping the area.

A short honk out on the street causes you to jump and turn behind you where the entrance to the alleyway seems miles away now. You turn back and see a dark figure clad all in black standing at the end. The dull streetlight above casts a shadow over his hooded figure and he is muscular but not overly so. Fit, athletic and strong. In his hand is a sharp serrated blade and you hitch your breath as you notice the red, viscous liquid coating the steel blade.  

Blood.

You wait in the shadows and you are sure he can probably hear the pounding of your heart but you know it doesn’t matter either way since he definitely knows you are there, waiting for him to make a move. The honk from earlier destroyed all your chances of remaining unseen. The two of you remain locked in a standoff and he lifts his head and you see his face.

Younghoon.

His features are pristine, sharp. Lips split and bloodied, there is an angry, red bloody slash across his right cheekbone but he doesn’t seem to be in pain. If anything, there is a sadistic glint in those dark eyes of his and those very same lips are twisted into a deranged and mocking smile. His white teeth shine under the light and before you can even do anything, he bolts at the turn of the alley.

Without missing a beat, you gave chase and your shoes splash against the puddles and it’s like deja vu all over again. You ignore the feeling of foul water soaking your shoes and socks, your eyes trained intently ahead and as you turn left where he headed, he is nowhere to be found. The numerous stacks of old cardboard boxes unnerve you and you proceed with caution.

You take a few steps and suddenly step on something… soft. Weird, mushy yet springy. You look down and it’s so dark that you can’t even see what you’re stepping on. Against your better judgement, you whip out your phone and turn on your flashlight and what you see causes you to scream.

It’s a human heart.

You look up, horrified and your flashlight moves and you see that something has been written in crimson blood on the brick walls.

see you soon

The camera flash goes off and the entire alleyway is cordoned off as a few police cars park just outside on the street.

The sky is now bright and puffy clouds hang in the blue canvas. The sound of people going about their morning routine fills the entire city and It’s a perfect day out yet it’s anything but perfect for the police department.

“This is fucked up,” Jacob says, shaking his head in disbelief as he watches a forensic officer swab at the now dried up blood from the brick wall for DNA testing. You look at him and back at the words written.

“You think this is a taunt?” He asks.

“I mean, it has to be. ‘See you soon?’ What an arrogant fucker.” Another officer, Hyunjae bristles, running a hand through his hair and the frustration collectively felt by everyone is obvious.

“It’s been a month and we still haven’t gotten close to actually nabbing him. If I were him, I’d get cocky too,” Haknyeon chips in but falters when Jacob shoots him a glare, subtly gesturing towards you.

You remain quiet and you can feel him reaching out to you but you brush his hand away absentmindedly while you inch closer to the bloodied writing on the wall.

Everything sounds far away and even as Haknyeon receives a call and confirms that the heart belongs to the latest victim Eric Sohn, you barely hear him.

See you soon, see you soon, see you soon.

There has to be some kind of clue from that. This is all a game to Younghoon. The man gets a kick out of killing and he’s smooth with it. There is no way this is all there is to it.

That exchange the two of you had, that silent exchange. That was all the confirmation for you to know that he did indeed remember you.

The warehouse was dingy and expansive, far away from civilization. There is mildew on the walls and there was the old stench of rusted metal in the air which threatened to choke you but you refused to let out even so much as a tiny cough. The night was young with the bright full moon hanging in the sky and for a moment, it was peaceful, quiet.

Then, a piercing scream ripped through the air.

It is a scream of pain, agony and fear. It sounds more animalistic than human and it was that scream that truly shook you to your core and you began to cry. Your wrists hurt from being bound to the wooden chair and your ankles were sore from trying to inch out of the thick rope binding. Your hair is a mess with pieces of dried leaves, tiny twigs and dried blood, your face bloodied and your left eye sports a large bruise the size of a baseball. Clothes torn and tattered with your gun tossed to the side and your mouth duct taped, you were completely vulnerable.

In front of you, Sangyeon hangs upside down, tied and bound at the feet with coarse brown rope that almost looks maroon in colour with his blood. He is shirtless, his body marked with gruesome slashes and blood drips down to form a small puddle beneath his thrashing form. Tears are rolling uncontrollably and he begs the man sitting at the corner to let him go.

“Please! I’ll do anything you want, just let me go… please…” He cries out and his voice comes out as a yelp, the voice of a broken man.

Younghoon doesn’t reply, instead choosing to admire his blade, dripping with blood at this point. There is a hollow look in his eyes, a demonic haze. This is the look of a hardened murderer who murders for joy and the thrill of it, you realise. His lips slowly curl into a sick grin and you feel your stomach drop as he rises to his feet.

You struggle against your restraints and you try to kick but to no avail. You struggle so violently, you almost knock yourself backwards but Younghoon reaches you in quick strides and plants a firm hand at the back of your chair. You hold your breath as he leans in, the demon leans in.

His eyes trace your every feature and you feel naked, exposed. Your heart feels like it is about to burst out of your chest and he brings his blade against your soft cheek, tapping the sharp end against your skin. You turn away and he slides the knife and it breaks your skin, a tiny trickle of blood emerging from the slash.

Suddenly, he grabs you roughly by the chin and turns your face to his. The smile is wiped clean from his face. If you were any closer, your noses would be touching and he locks you in an intense gaze while Sangyeon screams in the background. His eyes up close are cold, unyielding and yet there is something… different. 

Before you can read more into it, the look is gone and his lips are tilted into the same sadistic smile you’ve seen on his face as he tortured Sangyeon in the past few hours.

His nimble fingers twirls the blade in an almost celebratory, performative gesture and you know that cold hard murderer persona is back. Your eyes widen as you realise what is about to happen and before you can do anything, there is a dull pain at the back of your head and you black out.

When you come to, Sangyeon is dead, you are surrounded by police officers, your fellow colleagues and Younghoon is nowhere to be found.

A funeral was arranged for Sangyeon and the murder was so gruesome that you couldn’t even tell that the corpse in front of you was your husband. Your whole body ached and some injuries were even declared to be semi-permanent but you didn’t care. How could you when your husband is dead?

No matter what everyone said or how they tried to persuade you to take a break from the force, you ignored all of them. You knew you had to get on the case. You knew that you needed to find Younghoon for everything that happened. There is nothing you wouldn’t risk, no place too far that you wouldn’t comb in order to find him.

“Here, eat something.”

You glance up and Jacob is standing before you, holding out a bottle of soya milk and convenience store chocolate bread. You push his offerings away, mumbling, “I’m not hungry.”

He frowns and plops down next to you. Behind the two of you, the rest of the force are busy sourcing out any traces of evidence they can possibly find in the alleyway. Hyunjae is barking orders into his phone while Haknyeon is hard at work, jotting any notes that could have been made. The commotion is enough to give you yet another pounding headache, one of several you’ve had in the past week alone.

“I insist. You’ve lost so much weight and you can’t keep starving yourself like this,” Jacob says in a soft voice, “please, don’t do this to yourself.”

You are silent for a moment before you take the bread and take a bite. He looks visibly pleased by this but the gears in your mind won’t stop working. You are convinced that there has to be some sort of link, that this cryptic message has to mean something and you will stop at nothing to figure it out.

Suddenly, it occurs to you and you could have smacked yourself for not considering the possibility.

You stand up so abruptly that Jacob startles and almost falls to the ground.

“I know where Younghoon is.”

The drive to the old warehouse took some time but finally, the two of you found it.

“Y/n, I’m not sure about coming here alone. I really think we should call for backup.” Jacob says as his car rolls along the uneven, bumpy road. His eyes are narrowed, shifty and on a constant lookout for suspicious activity while you sit unnaturally straight.

“I have to get to the bottom of this now. Getting the rest involved is going to take too much time. I have to do this. For… For Sangyeon.” The last word comes out as a whisper and Jacob looks at you with an unexplainable look in his eyes and he looks as if he wants to say something but then he turns to focus on the road ahead.

“You know you didn’t have to come,” you say and he doesn’t reply for a second before he murmurs, “I want to.”

The car rolls to a stop and the two of you disembark. Handguns at the ready, Jacob and you advance slowly, careful not to make any noises that might possibly alert Younghoon of your presence, if he is even in there.

The old warehouse looked exactly like it did that night of Sangyeon’s death and you shake away the horrible memories. You have to remain alert no matter what. Your hands are beginning to tremble and you curse under your breath. You gave Jacob a hand signal, indicating to split ways and when he shakes his head, you whisper, “I can take care of myself.”

Raising your gun, he looks at you with concern in his eyes and you mouth this time, “Trust me.” He hesitates but relents at the last minute and the two of you split up.

The warehouse is piled high with giant shipping containers and plastic barrels of stale water, filled with dried leaves and bugs. The whole place exudes an eerie vibe but you are undeterred as you advance forward, gun raised. You take care not to step into any of the puddles to make unnecessary noise and you move soundlessly.

A shift in the air behind you causes you to whirl around, eyes scouring the area. The place is quiet, extremely quiet and the slightest misstep can echo through the place. You wonder how Jacob is doing and a part of you is worried but then you reassure yourself.

“Everything is going to be fine, y/n. Calm down.” You whisper to yourself and even that itself sounded loud in this empty warehouse.

A scream suddenly tears through the quiet afternoon and echoes through the warehouse and you recognise it as Jacob’s. A chill runs down your spine, your stomach falls and everything instantly turns dark for you even though it’s bright out. Immediately, you run as fast as your legs can carry you. Your heart is beating a mile a minute and the adrenaline in your body shoots up to obscene levels as you frantically search around. 

Sweat trickles down your temple, your back and when you round a corner, you see a pale faced Jacob trapped in a headlock by Younghoon, a blade against his neck. Jacob’s handgun lies useless on the floor and he is a fish on a chopping board, flailing but ultimately no match for the other’s strength.

You stand, locked in a standoff with Younghoon and Jacob, your hand gripping onto your handgun.

Trapped in his arms, Jacob manages to choke out, “Go… y/n…” His face is turning more purple by the second and you rest your finger on the trigger, eyes trained on Younghoon who only smiles back at you. The sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the roof illuminates his face and brings out the coffee brown colour of his soft hair and even as a cold, stony murderer, he still exudes the grace of a swan, the regality of a royal.

“Betraying me, y/n?” Younghoon says, his voice silky and warm. “Is that wise?”

You narrow your eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Younghoon chuckles but tightens his hold around Jacob when the latter struggles and you can see he is gasping for air.

“Let him go.”

Younghoon raises an eyebrow at you skeptically and bursts out laughing. “You are talented at many things, y/n. Acting is not one of them.”

You don’t reply and his smile widens. “Come on, there’s no one around. Is there really a need to keep up with that good cop persona with just one guy around?”

There is a short moment of silence and Jacob stares at you in shock, the dark realisation dawning upon him. The truth of the matter effectively knocks the wind out of him despite the pressure on his neck already attempting to do that. His face grows pallid and he stammers, “y-y/n…?”

The cat is out of the bag. This charade is over.

You sigh in resignation and lower your handgun.

“I didn’t want him to come along, Younghoon,” you begin and point your gun in Jacob’s direction, “He insisted.”

“That’s more like it,” he smirks and releases Jacob who falls to his knees, grasping at his throat. His eyes are bloodshot and shining with denial, betrayal, shock and fear all lumped into one. From afar, he looks like a wounded little child, scrambling on his hands and legs to get up. The expression on his face is one of confusion and he splutters, “What… i-is… going-”

You look at him sadly, a heavy feeling in your heart. You really didn’t want to have to do this but Jacob, he brought it upon himself.

You lift your gun and shoot.

“He had such a bright career ahead of him,” Hyunjae mumbles under his breath softly, his expression grief-stricken. “He didn’t deserve to die.”

It has been a week since Jacob died in the hands of Kim Younghoon, the city’s most wanted ‘Boogeyman’.

When the police found him, he was already long gone - his body scarred with knife wounds and multiple shots to the chest, head and face. It was a cruel way to die but also an equally cruel loss to everyone who knew him. 

He was a treasured colleague, valued friend and exceptional detective who did his job well. Everyone remembered him as the colleague who would always look out for his fellow detectives and officers, always shooting anyone a smile and offering words of encouragement when the morale was low. With him gone, nothing really felt the same. 

The office seemed a little less bright, a little less warm. His absence was felt by every single person in the room. At some point, a female officer had to excuse herself in the middle of the day and her muffled sobs effectively sent a few others discreetly wiping tears from their eyes.

You look at Hyunjae, saddened and place a hand on his shoulder.

“He really didn’t. But he’s gone now and we have to accept that.”

Hyunjae peers up at you with teary eyes and nods silently, subdued.

Just then, your laptop pings with a notification from your email. It’s an unknown email but you know who it is anyways.

Your place. 1am.

Instantly, your mood is lifted and you smile to yourself, unable to contain your excitement.

1am rolls around and you sit by your balcony, waiting. You have freshened up, brushed your teeth, tidied up the apartment, the only thing left is to wait for him to arrive. You check the time again - 1:11am. 

Just where is he?

You are about to give up waiting when you feel a presence creep up behind you and as you turn, you feel his arms wrap around your waist and you let out a startled yelp. Younghoon’s face is buried in the crook of your neck, his chest is pressed up against yours and you love the feeling of his body on yours. He smells of lavender and you’re convinced that lavenders are now your favourite flowers. Hell, you even buy a bunch of them whenever the apartment no longer smells of him. Every cell in your body just misses him so much, it hurts.

“I see you’ve gone all stalker mode on me,” he murmurs in your ear and nods towards the huge noticeboard you have on your wall.

“What was I supposed to do? Just wait for you to come to me?” You whine, your tone accusing. “You never visit as much anymore and I just miss you more with every second that passes. I needed you.”

He laughs and lifts you up in his arms, kissing you and this moment feels so right.

“The detective misses me that much, huh?” He whispers.

“You have no idea. Not only that, I owe you so much. I can never forget the day you got rid of that monster.” Your voice wobbles at the last word.

Sangyeon. He deserved to die the most horrible death.

The two of you had met back in high school and back then, you thought he was everything you looked for in a soulmate. He was suave, charming and every bit the gentleman a man could be. Attractive with a stunning smile, it didn’t take long for you to fall for him. He was kind, sweet and knew the right words to say that would make you swoon. The best part was, he seemed to really love you for who you were as well. He looked at you as if you were the most beautiful person to grace the planet and treated you as such. The torrid love affair the both of you shared was unlike any other and before long, the two of you got married within 4 years of dating.

Married life with Sangyeon was supposed to be blissful, full of sunshines and rainbows but it was anything but. After losing most of his savings in the stock market, Sangyeon turned to drinking and most nights, he would return home drunk and worst of all, violent. The good natured Sangyeon you once knew seemed to turn into a completely different person and the man who you thought wouldn’t harm a fly struck you so terribly that the bruises wouldn’t heal for weeks.

He laid his hands on you any chance he got. He slapped, kicked, punched and strangled you, sometimes to the point whereby you had difficulties walking and with each injury that healed, you had to cover up more that replaced it. What hurt more than the physical injuries were the words he said.

“You’re such a loser, why did I even marry such a good for nothing? You fucking suck.”

“We could get divorced but that mother of yours just wouldn’t give us our inheritance already. It’s wasting my time, ugh.”

“I must be blind when I married you. Fucking hell, you’re ugly as fuck.”

It was truly hell on earth.

Yet, things changed one day. The day you both made the mistake of (or should you say, amazing decision?) of trusting a stranger’s word that brought the both of you to an abandoned warehouse instead of the holiday inn the two of you were supposed to stay for a summer holiday. At the time, there were already a series of murders but Younghoon’s identity was still unknown.

You remembered the first time you saw him. His eyes were galaxies you could get utterly lost in and you’ve never seen such soft lips on a man. He spoke confidently, eloquently. He had such grace to him but you felt something more… dangerous. 

Call it detective senses but there was something about him that just drew you in. You weren’t sure if he felt it but you definitely did. Sangyeon was too dense to notice it, instead brusquely accepting his help without so much as a thanks. It was only when the three of you were nearing the warehouse did the both of you realise this was a set up but your fates had been sealed.

When he revealed his true nature as a serial killer, you feared the worst but at the back of your mind, there was a side of you that would have preferred to die rather than go home and be subjected to abuse at the hands of Sangyeon again. If this was your fate, then let it be.

“Please! I’ll do anything you want, just let me go… please…” Sangyeon cried out and his voice came out as a yelp, the voice of a broken man.

As Younghoon leaned in front of you, you felt fear struck you dumb. You quiver under his touch and behind him, Sangyeon screams, “Kill y/n instead! Not me, please not me! I’ll do anything, if you want to kill someone, kill y/n! Kill y/n please!”

Even at death’s front door, Sangyeon was so eager to sacrifice you, outrightly screaming for your murder in place of his. Your tears were beginning to run but you look into Younghoon’s eyes and it’s as if you see the sympathy in his eyes and at that moment, you realise this murderer, this cold blooded, sadistic murderer has more decency and more humanity than your husband. His grip on your chin softens and at that moment, you realise that he’s on your side. The murderer is on your side.

He lifts his blade and you black out.

When you come to, you have to contain your joy firstly at being alive and then at the fact that Sangyeon is dead and murdered in the most gruesome way possible. Finally. Finally, you are free. Free from the shadow of your abusive husband, free from his inner demons and free from the burden of being with him. When your fellow colleagues question you, you remember the man who killed your ex-husband and the way his eyes looked. Eyes that understood you and a soul you connected with more than anything, more than you ever did with Sangyeon.

So you lied, you hid the truth. You don’t tell them that you’ve seen his face. You say you don’t remember a thing and you are the traumatised survivor and nobody questions it. People give you the space you claim to need. Yet deep inside, you want to see him again. You won’t admit it but your heart yearned for him in a twisted kind of way.

Who is he? Where is he from? Where is he now? What is his name?

And so you begin to do your research. You scour sources, the internet, the police database… anything and anywhere you can find. It seems like your sick prayers were answered when a victim who escaped manages to live to tell the public of this man’s identity.

Kim Younghoon was his name.

When that same face that you have yearned to see again appeared on your screen, you thought your heart could burst. Over the past weeks since Sangyeon died, your need to see him again has only grown with each passing day. When you do finally see him, it’s like the stars have aligned and you needed to find him. You throw yourself into your work and the deeper you delve into it, your mind slips slowly into obsession, the kind of obsession that only the twisted can have. You had his pictures everywhere and maybe it’s some sick little voice inside your head or your inner demons orchestrating this whole thing and it isn’t real but you felt an invisible connection with Younghoon.

Two twisted minds connecting across time and space.

The first time you met him again, it was at your place. It was late at night and you were at your kitchen table, obsessing over his whereabouts. You had to find him. It was like a mantra in your head, repeating itself over and over again. You were so engrossed that you don’t notice him standing at the sofa and when you did, the overwhelming happiness took over the shock and you fling yourself at him.

Younghoon stands and for a second, he doesn’t reciprocate the hug but then you feel his hands around your waist and you feel like you’re in heaven.

Two twisted minds connecting across time and space.

So it wasn’t just you who felt the connection. He did too.

Younghoon comes and goes as he likes and you are too scared to say anything even though all you want to do is beg him and do anything you can to get him to stay with you forever. Who cares if he’s a wanted man? He saved you from your abusive, dangerous, monster of an ex-husband. He is perfect for you, murderer or not.

Whenever he leaves, it is a long time before he comes back and you lose sleep, you lose your appetite. It’s like your world stops turning when he isn’t in it. He’s like oxygen to you - you have to have him in your life. The nightmares come when he isn’t around too, scary ones where you run down hallways and it seems as if an invisible force is weighing you down. You want to reach him, you are about to and then you fall. 

He is unreachable, unattainable in your dreams and then you land back into that dark time where Sangyeon was still alive. The figure tormenting you in your apartment in your dreams has no face but it didn’t need a face for you to know it’s him, Sangyeon. Some nights, he pours boiling water on you, others he rams your head against the cabinet until your skull cracks and you bleed out . These are just some of the terrifying things he does in your dreams and you wake up, soaked in cold sweat. You are left alone with the fear of never seeing Younghoon again.

When you look at the pictures and photographs on your refrigerator and see Sangyeon, all you feel is contempt and no longer fear, an emotion you’ve felt for so long that you now refuse to feel any of it for a man like him.

You leave his photos there as if by doing so meant that he can see how good you’re having it with a man like Younghoon, rubbing your relationship in his face even in death. You cry tears of joy at the thought of never having to see him again.

Good riddance, Sangyeon.

The other night when you thought you saw Younghoon in the alleyway, you felt like a drug addict who was so close to getting their high. You craved him and seeing him again was everything you wanted right there and then. At first, you hesitated due to the dimness but once you recognised him, he had bolted and you wanted to kick yourself for losing him. How did you miss him? You were just a little heartbroken but when you stepped on that heart, a twisted, dark part of you felt such unbridled joy. This was his way of showing love, isn’t it?

Unconventional, but that was Younghoon.

The message on the wall, it was all the confirmation you needed. When you sought to find him back at the warehouse, it wasn’t a part of your plans but you really couldn’t stop Jacob from following. Damn the man and his insistence. He couldn’t stay off even when told specifically to do so. He practically asked to be led to his slaughter, he was collateral damage. He was about to get in the way of your love with Younghoon. You would rather die than let that happen.

In the present time, Younghoon’s lips meet yours and the two of you remain locked in an embrace. You grin into the kiss and when you part, he asks quietly, “What’s so funny?”

Your eyes are hazy and there’s a faraway look in them and it’s a look of someone who has well and truly lost their sanity.

“I love the taste of blood on your lips.”

[cyancherub]

omg u turned off anon......i feel so naked ... anyways . do you have recommendations for writers who write smut like you? u know like, multiple rounds and they're all written? or just recs in general hehe i think youd have great tastes.

lso, can u tell us about any of the fics you're working on atm? u don't have to !! for either of these. but i am. curious

OMG IM SORRY i totally forgot i had it off!! i just turned it back on ehehe. as for multiple rounds in particular... since i started writing i havent read a lot of long form so i cant think of any oneshots off the top of my head that i distinctly remember having multiple rounds ;v; </3 BUT MAYBE if ppl have recs they can leave them in the comments!!

HOWEVER i do have some long form recs that might scratch the itch in a different way !!

rivals by @/sabrinamsexton (ao3) | bkg x reader x deku

one of my favs ever, not multiple rounds in one scene per se, but it is a long, plot-based fic where there's just a ton of sex in general LMAOOO so i would absolutely recommend it, it's one of my fav fics ever !!

anything by @sauza, but particularly badfish (kiri x reader x denki) and push it real good (kiri x reader)

long form and probably the sexiest corruption i have ever encountered but yeah heed the warnings! anything she writes is a banger 10/10 one of my fav authors i adore her work SO MUCH

the entire bakusquad shenanigans series by @shyrothy (she writes on ao3 but she also has a tumblr!)

long form absolute filth... I LOVE THESE SO MUCH each of the fics in this series is around 10k or longer !! shyrothy is the bakusquad porn queen. these fics are NASTY in the best way and so satisfying !!!

ALSO !!! i have a lot more recs over on my rec blog @teknique <333

to address your other question YES !!!! i love talking about my wips LMAO i actually have a little january wip list here !!! my main wip is a fic for kogami from psycho pass.. it's at like 25k right now and will likely hit 30k+ LOL but when i finish that im gonna finish up my sukuna series and then get back to my krbk x reader series which is my longest fic!! and then i have some more jjk fics on the way... megumi x reader x toji, strip club owner!sukuna. more horror ... a camp slasher fic for deku.. smth for denki... HMMM what else. OH !!! i have to do a fic for my crossover collab so im either gonna write a fighter!au for kiri x reader x yuuji OR a sensei smash w/ gojo, levi, kakashi, aizawa, and ukai AHHAHA. BUT I HAVE MORE i can make a whole post for them if u would like to see it!!! <33

[ah0rmone]

sakata gintoki x gn!reader x hijikata toshiro

warnings: a little bit suggestive

my piece for @chaos-night's Gintama collab~ What I had in mind originally was a whole ass threesome but due to personal reasons I can't write as much as I want to though I decided to make it just a slightly suggestive story~ There's probably gonna be the 2nd part but no promises~ enjoy!

You had always liked Halloween, even more than other celebrations: the thrilling feeling of scaring others prompted you to volunteer at the local horror maze. Thoughout the year the roles you got were different: a psycho clown, a witch, a demon. Today you were a ghost. Nothing too extraordinary: a short white dress and some makeup to make you look like you had been dead for centuries. Unfortunately, one thing was ruining your long-awaited fun - the reputation of the Horror maze was so promising that the owner had to add one funny feature: visitors can go off the path whenever they feel like it. Though if they wanted to go the second time, they'd have to pay the full price once again. A very nice feature for scaredy cats who want to save some nerves, but a very upsetting for you, since this year you were the last actor or, how your colleagues called it, the lonely one. Because no way in hell at least one person would make it to your location.

That was how your Halloween had been going - for almost the whole evening you had been sitting behind the curtains, bored and sleepy. Where did the whole mood go? You let out a depressed sigh, looking at the hallway in front of you. Suddenly you heard people bickering behind the outer wall.

"What, Hijikata-kun, too scared to even set a foot inside?"

"You bet, Yorozuya. Look at you shaking, too scared to even come a little bit closer? We're not even at the entrance yet!"

Through a small hole in the wall you saw that two arguing people were Sakata Gintoki and Hijikata Toshiro, your close friends. Well, you had been friends for some years, but lately they started to act rather weird: the amount of their fights had increased dramatically compared to before. Sometimes it even seemed they were fighting for... your attention?

You were happy to see them and had already opened the mouth to greet them when remembered that the place you were in was lowkey sound-proof and given the celebration outside there were no chances they'd hear you at all.

"She's in the far back, right?" you caught Gintoki saying in the distance.

"Remember the bet, who gets there first wins, and the person who wins..," and they were gone before you could hear the end of that sentence.

Curiosity got the best of you, so you started writhing in anticipation. Soon you'd see one of your best friends, of course, if they overcome their fear.

You knew the exact moment they entered the maze - both of their screams combined had been louder than any other you had heard that day. And, surprisingly to you, they were moving very fast in your direction - you could almost see them running together, hand in hand, tears streaming down their cheeks. The uncontrollable laughter shook your body, completely ruining your mood and preventing you to see two men finally making it to your part of the maze in the exact position you envisioned them: scared like hell and completely out of they minds.

Running past you they didn't give you a single glance until they faced an exit. There Hijikata stopped, remembering, why they were there in the first place.

"Wait, Gintoki!" he hissed through teeth, trying to prevent his friend from running away.

"Why?" Sakata cried out, trying to overpower Toshiro but failing due to his shaking legs.

"Did you forget why we're here? We came to see (y/n)!" Hijikata reminded, his voice shaking just as hard as his friend's legs.

"We'll see them tomorrow, when we're safe and sound!"

"No, we have to do it now!"

"Then you're turning back first! Why are you just standing there?!"

"Yes, why don't you just turn back" you asked sweetely behind their backs.

A silent pause before the disaster. Taken aback by your voice, the guys suppressed their instinct to run. Completely different but so alike, they didn't exchange a single word but their minds were united: they were men and they had to act brave to impress you. You could see their posture shifting to more confident ones, how they steaded themselves, calming the shake in their bodies. One deep breath and they both started to turn back to you, their mouthes open to greet you. Instead of a friendly greeting you got a bone-chilling shriek and the men were gone before you could even give them a smile.

It took you at least one hour to finally calm down and stop laughing, no way you would let them live with this. You couldn't even laugh anymore, what was leaving your lips were pathetic wheezes. It was too bad that your Halloween mood was completely ruined and you didn't feel the scary atmosphere anymore but your evening still was good.

You were wondering what exactly the prize of their bet was when the lights went out. Shoked you stood in the hallway, frozen in place. You weren't exactly scared, just concerned, not understanding what happened. Unexpectedly you felt a pair of hands on your hips, someone's presence looming behind you. The beating of your heart fastened but, as you were about to scream, another pair of hands cupped your cheeks.

"Scared, kitten? It's just us."

It took you seconds to realise that in front of you was standing no one other than Gintoki himself.

"Sorry, we didn't mean to startle you," said Toshiro next to your ear.

"Unlike you, though," you felt Gintoki's breath looming over your lips. He was smirking, that bastard.

"It's not my fault you two are easily-scared babies," you shot back, placing one hand at Gintoki's hot chest. He was so close it made your head spin.

"Mhm, did you hear this, Hijikata-kun," Sakata's hand let go of your face, gently tracing lower, fingers caressing your bare collarbones. "We're the babies," his other hand grabbed you by the waist. "Then why are you shaking?"

"Stop it, Yorozuya," Shinsengumi Commander's voice was ruspy stern, his breath too hot on your neck. "We're here just to say that we had a bet."

"And what was the prize?" you asked, grabbing his wrists, guessing that he was about to pull back. Hijikata had always been a gentlemen and while you respected him for it, that moment you wanted him to act a little bit bolder. Intimate darkness, the closeness of these two men made you feel some things you probably shouldn't be feeling that moment.

"You," whispered Gintoki, getting closer in opposite with Toshiro who was getting further. "And I won, right, Hijikata-kun? You can go!"

"Excuse me?!" Hijikata shouted, getting out of your hold. Instead of you he grabbed Sakata's hand and started to drag him out of the maze. "We both won! And, sorry to bother you, y/n, but I don't think now is the right time. We'll see you later. so you could choose the winner yourself."

"I know you'll make the right choice," smiled Gintoki, his finger lightly touching your ass.

"Don't worry, I will," you reassured them sweetily.

And just like that they were gone, leaving you hot, bothered and absolutely sure that you'd, in fact, choose both of them.

[aztecbrujeria]

Hip to be Scared: Sukuna x F! Reader

I wrote this drabble for Mi Rey! This piece was fun and Dark to go with the song that I chose for Sukuna in the JJK Playlist Collab @satosuguslut. Find the Playlist here!

I chose the song "Hip to be Scared - Ice Nine Kills ft. Jacob Shaddix" . I will add the link at the end!!

WC: 1.3k

NSFW TW/CW: Violence, Blood play, Dacryphilia, Vaginal Fingering, Biting, Marking, Scratching, Themes of Horror, Murder, ...WARNING DC CONTENT/THEMES.

Your victim sat in the lone chair in the middle of the shrine, the sounds of the dragging bat echoed behind you dancing off of the domain walls, you could hear the whimpering and pathetic cries. You belonged here, in the darkness stalking your prey like a hungry lioness, you let out a maniacal giggle as your feet continued to wade in the pool of cursed energy that rippled toward the pathetic mortal. Your giggling made your victim begin to scream, “Oh, music to my ears...With my beauty routines and a fridge full of spleens...to hell with good intentions, to hell is where I go...the Devil makes exceptions…''

Continuing to sing as you finally came upon your victim you stopped right in front of them and placed your bare foot in between his legs and kicked causing him to scream as he fell back into the pool of darkness. Walking around his restrained body you giggled again before crouching down as you moved the bat to rest upon your shoulder. “Oh, I’m so sorry...I must remember my manners...where were we?” You brought your clawed fingers and caressed the screaming man’s face until you ran fingers through his hair before fisting it and pulling back hard enough to look at his horror stricken face.

“AHHHH!!! P-PLEASE!!! L-LET ME GO!!” Your eyes rolled back into your skull causing you to moan at the pitiful pleas the man was giving; your cunt began to throb at the fear you could smell from him. The fangs within your mouth begin to ache with the need to rip his throat out and make him suffer. Before you could give into your cursed desires you heard him call out for you causing you to smile down at your victim. “Ahhh...Daddy’s home, he’s going to be hungry too.” You stood and turned towards the pile of bones where he appeared in front of his empty throne.

“Hi, Mi Rey, I’ve missed you so. I’ve got dinner and a show, Daddy.” He started to chuckle, the deep baritone washes over your senses making your flesh breakout in goosebumps. “My little curse you always know what I want before I do.” He sat on his throne motioning for you to continue your activity, “Show me, my little psycho…gambere, gambere.” You turned your attention back to your victim below and let the bat swing down by your side.

“You know I usually would have killed vermin like you, but I want to play with you first.” Taking the end of your bat and placing it on the victim's chest, he began to scream louder. You laughed at him, Sukuna joining in as he watched how his little psycho was enjoying themselves. “Oh my a-a...are you pissing yourself, already?” You took the bat into both hands and lifted it, you began to hum your song again just walking around your victim; toying with his sanity.

“You really should have thought twice before you decided to do what you did to that woman. You see, I’m usually very naughty, but today you decided to be worse than any curse or demon.” The grip on the end of the bat tightened in your clawed hands as you smiled as wide as your lips would let it reach, fangs dripping with venom, “I guess today you’ll learn never to touch a woman if she doesn’t want it.” You swung down towards the man’s crotch feeling the impact reverberate up through your arms.

A few moments of silence held before a blood-curdling scream filled Sukuna’s malevolent domain, infinitely echoing like a grand opus, “AHHHHHH!!!!!! Scream all you want, you loathsome thing...But the devil makes exceptions for all…” You lifted the bat some more and continued to swing atop the victim’s body, the crunch of bones and the sounds of the squelch from exposed tissue made your pussy ache. You didn’t know how long you spent beating the victim to a pulp, the glee in your eyes lighting up your features, it was strong calloused hands that wrapped around your waist that brought you back down.

Sukuna watched you from his throne, his dicks becoming rock hard as he watched you toy with your kill, he smiled wide and felt arousal poison his blood stream making it hum in his ears like a rumbling freight train. With every point of contact and the ringing from your metal bat he moved back into the throne and spread his legs to palm his erection more. In over 1000 years he’d never found someone as depraved and blood thirsty as he was, you were his equal if not more frightening than himself at times. He groaned watching the flex of your muscles, the psychotic laughter spilling from your thick lips, and the haunting melody that flowed from your vocal chords like a siren's deadly aria.

He stood and made his way towards you from his throne, drinking in the way fresh blood poured down your body in streams, his cocks ached beneath his robe wetting the fabric with his arousal. He reached you and wrapped his monstrous hands around your waist bringing you into his expansive body. “My little curse…” He pressed kisses at the nape of your neck, growling into you as he towered over you, you giggled and turned wanting a kiss. Taking your thick lips, tasting the copper from the blood, he moaned and reached to pull open the kimono you wore.

Freeing your heaving breasts you reached up to his hair and entwined your own clawed hand into his tresses fisting them to earn a hiss of pain. The feel of his heavy tongue traced your lips before it entered your mouth to dance with your own hungry pink muscle. You could feel your slick arousal drip down your legs from the hot juncture of your thighs, you began to whimper with wanting him to touch you, “M-MOOORREEE!” You growled into his lips and felt him smile as he spun you to face your victim who was still screaming below.

The victim’s tears spurred on your searing arousal as you ground your voluptuous ass against his cursed dicks. You felt the use of his hands turning to mouths as he traced hot wet strips from your navel up to encircle your throat. You hear him groan as two more powerfully thick arms appeared to mark your flesh as his clawed fingers traced his curse marks upon your greatest organ. You heard his maniacal chuckle as he began to choke you.

Like Hell’s fiery pits, you began to vibrate at the feel of strong digits pressing against your carotid, “Y-YEESSS…” With all hands busy teasing and scratching your flesh, small blossoms of your own blood began to decorate your skin, “My, my, my aren’t you such the perfect little psycho. Getting off with your half dead prey watching...what did I do to deserve you, Mi Reina?” He growled and had his teeth nip against your throat before he smiled wide and bit down upon your pulsing artery. You screamed in pleasure as a set of hands found your messy cunt and spread your folds.

There screaming his name in pleasure you looked down with husky eyes to your victim and smiled down, “F-fuck me over the corpse, mi amado.” You felt Sukuna’s drool mix with your blood as it began to coat your shoulder while he sunk a thick finger into the depths of your fluttering walls while the feel of a tongue played with your throbbing clit.

Raising on your tips toes, the sound of guttural moans left your wounded throat, while the slowly dying victim watched the king of curses finger fuck you while his life slipped away. The horrors of your psychotic and villainous affair would be the last thing he saw as the King of Curses joined in your madness; singing your song of insanity to echo from the walls.

[averydavery]

🐝 Read me first! 🐝

Hello, welcome to my blog! I’m Avery, and I’ll be your guide today!

I’m an traditional and digital artist, as well as a webcomic author. Later in this master post you’ll find links to my socials and work, so please check them out (as I’m more active there than on here)! I’m working on commission opportunities but I’m open to selective art trades and collabs! Thanks for reading this blurb about myself, now into the good stuff~

🐝 Things I like/fandoms 🐝

I’m multi-fandom and I do a TON of fanart, so here’s a brief list (that’s subject to change over time) of the fandoms I’m in right now:

Video games

Yakuza series— played 0, Kiwami, 3, 4, 5, and am playing 7

Metal Gear Solid series— played 2, 3, 5, and Revengance

Red Dead Redemption series— played 1 and 2

Ace Attorney series— played 1, 2, 3, and 4

Resident Evil series— played 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, and 8

Ōkami

OFF

Hades

ANCH

Manga

Vagabond series— on chapter 101

Berserk series— somewhere at the end of the Golden Age Arc

AKIRA series— on Volume 5

Junji Ito books— I’ve read Museum of Horror, Remina, Venus in the Blindspot, Uzumaki, Tomie, and Shiver

Demon Slayer series— read vols 1-13

Full Metal Alchemist series— read vols 1-12

Anime/TV

Berserk (1997)

Cowboy Bebop

FMAB

Demon Slayer

Dororo (2019)

Devilman Crybaby

Mob Psycho 100

Yuri!! On Ice

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Samurai Jack (all seasons)

Smiling Friends

YOLO Crystal Fantasy

(A ton of other cartoons that I’m too lazy to list)

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The Good Lord Bird

Squid Game

Breaking Bad (I’m on season one)

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Perfect Blue

Demon Slayer: Mugen Train

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The Iron Giant

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Inglorious Bastards, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, Django Unchained

Princess Bride

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Like A Dragon— yes, the Yakuza movie lmao

Every Marvel movie

Every DC movie

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The Good Lord Bird

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I'd love to hear what your Top 5 Hitchcock films are and why you love them!!

Alfred Hitchcock or The Master of Suspense was one of the founders of masterful cinematic filmmaking. Starting out in the silent era he quickly was recognized as a genius director and a force to be reckon.

Here’s a list of 5 Hitchcock classics that need to be watched. This excludes his more well known films like Psycho, Vertigo, The Birds, although great masterpieces there’s just so many others that need to be seen.

The only problem with this list is that there’s just too many great masterpieces to choose from, so let’s just blame Al for that. Here’s five Hitchcock film recommendations not in any particular order.

Strangers on a Train (1951) It’s dark , suspenseful and funny with a classic plot. The use of miscommunication between characters is used constantly with Hitchcock films and here as well. Bruno and Guy’s meet on the train is comedical and eerie at the same time. Bruno misinterprets the situation which leads to murder. This could’ve been avoided if Guy was more direct and assertive, but instead he laughs Bruno off as being not serious. This quick misconception will define the rest of the picture that will pressure Guy to possibly commit murder. Highly recommend it to anyone that’s never seen a Hitchcock film or is just tired from re-watching Psycho.‬

Rope (1948) - Another Farley Granger Hitchcock collab, it’s dark, suspenseful and dramatic. Two college students try to follow their philosophy professor’s theory about “innate superiority” and murder someone inferior to be proven right. It’s tense we know the body is in the box the whole time at any moment they can be caught, but act cool as the wind. Hitchcock takes a spin from the cliche of dancing on someone’s grave, instead they’re serving a fancy dinner on their victim. One of his more experimental films, staged as a theatrical setting the use of very long continuous shots made it that there were as few cuts as possible which meant if an actor messed up their line they would have to start over from the beginning of the shot which could’ve been up to 10 minutes. Also it has James Stewart so go watch.

Suspicion (1941)- Hitchcock’s love of playing with the audience’s emotions can be seen clearly here. From the beginning we are unsure who this stranger on a train is. He seems cheap not wanting to pay for a first class train seat then taking money from Lina’s purse. Suspicion grows the more we learn about Jonnie. When he marries Lina it seems that it’s only for the money. We say seems a lot because the director never really shows a definitive answer what Jonnie is thinking. However when Jonnie is confronted about losing his job, he lies. This raises doubt in our character, if he’s a thief, liar and a con without a reliable job then could he be a murder as well? This will come up continuously later when Jonnie’s friend ends up dead or when they are driving at the end. Suspicion not only rises within Lina, but the audience as well.

North by Northwest (1959)- a Cary Grant and Hitchcock classic adventure thriller. Like Strangers on a Train, Hitchcock’s use of misdirection and mistaken identity are capitalized on to confuse the protagonist and audience about who’s who and what’s going on? The story takes an ordinary New York businessman and puts him into a world of government secrets, espionage and a cat and mouse chase scene starting in New York and ending in South Dakota. The use of multiple settings shows a vast and diverse American landscape Ranging from the clutter of the streets of New work to the open dessert of Indiana to the mountain tops of Mount Rushmore. As Roger Thornhill begins he is a native New Yorker. He walks and talks like one. When he’s in the streets he naturally steals a cab from another New Yorker. He is at home. However when he gets suspected of murder he has to leave his home he becomes changed and has to adapt to survive. When he’s in the midwestern Indiana desert in a suit, hair combed, freshly shaved running from the crop duster we see how far he’s come from home. Furthermore the chase scene with Cary Grant (Thornhill) in the cornfield is another classic example of great use of the landscape and misdirection. We are unease by the setting and expect something to happen at any moment. We see cars pass by and nothing happens. A stranger appears from nowhere and nothing happens. The stranger then points out how it’s strange that a plane is crop dusting where there’s no crops. The threat soon appears clear not from the ground, not from the obvious, but the air. Thus another clever way of misdirection used on the director’s part. Not only making it a fascinating chase scene, but iconic as well. In addition the later Mount Rushmore chase scene on top of the presidents heads adds to the films diverse landscape making it just as iconic. Thus making both scenes some of the most iconic moments in cinematic history. Highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys a good adventure suspense thriller.

Lodger (1926) Although a silent picture, although a slow start, the build up is worth it. It is one of Hitchcock’s first films‬ as a director, his first English movie, and his first cameo appearance. This film embodies the wit, visual inventiveness, horror and suspense story elements that would be passed down in his later works. The lodger is a simple serial killer story about Jack the Ripper. The film twisted as it plays with your emotions on what to believe. We feel fearful of the lodger he looks suspicious. Then we feel sympathetic for the lodger when we find out he lost his sister to this serial killer, (the Avenger or Jack The Ripper) and made a vow to track him down on his mother’s death bed. Suspicion based on fear is a theme common throughout this film. We are suspicious of the Lodger because of the way the story and this character is presented to us. Daisy’s boyfriend is suspicious of him, not cause of fact, but jealousy and the fear he might lose her. Daisy’s parents are suspicious of him, not cause of evidence, but appearance. The entire bar of people are suspicious that he’s the Avenger because of hear say, not proof. The only one not suspicious of the lodger is Daisy mainly because she actually got to know him and talked to him without judgments or biases. This all done while building up suspicion. Like Hitchcock’s “Suspicion” (1941) we are on a rollercoaster of doubt.

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Last Knight on Earth

It‘s been a few days since I got a first look at the preview of this new mini-series and I‘ve thought about it quite a bit.

This form of psycho-horror-aesthetic always seems to work in general and despite it‘s basic idea being far from new, I do believe it‘s going to be great and original even. Hell, possibly it‘ll be one of those comics that people will talk about for a while... they certainly pulled out the big guns for this one.

Capullo‘s work is top-notch and there might be lots of people hating on Snyder but tbh he has written some pretty decent (read awesome) stuff. Say what you want but Snyder is not one of those who just rewrite old plots to fit into the modern DCU. He‘s original and that‘s enough for me to hope that LKoE will be a master-piece.

And then there‘s the fact that it‘s gonna be a three double-sized issues read. My fingers are already itching for 29th May to come. Good lord, help me when it‘s gonna end with a cliffhanger...

Apparently the work on LKoE is going to be this team‘s last Batman collab. Snyder told so much in an interview (a while ago) and I‘m sort of sad to see him give up his work on Bats... :/

This might be the reason that comic book stores are already pre-ordering like crazy... rumor has it that the #1 issue is close to sold out before its release. Wow... now I‘m glad I ordered all three issues in advance (there‘s only a few series I actually do that for).

Fun fact: Did ya know that Sean Murphy was sposed to do the art for this one? I like his work but I‘m glad it worked out this way.