#ill burn out i fear and i dont want that

[getyinyusedtoit]

today is attempt 6 at making it past page 50 of vol 1 of yuwu.

[persephoneflouwers]

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[pierrotgnome]

mannnnnnnn. i think not being taught how to be a person while also not being treated like one growing up did something to me

[our-inspire-verse]

I'm not trying to be awful i just FEEL awful and my chest wont stop clamping around my heart and trying to KILL ME

[gamblersdoll]

𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒?

ghostface! todoroki who plays out your sick fantasy.

mask kink, p in v, finger sucking, nipple sucking, fear tactic.

“are you sure you want to do this?” todoroki questions, a stoic but somewhat worry on his face. “what if something goes left and i hurt you?”

“you wont hurt me, baby.”

“what if you forget that we are doing something like this and you freak out?” he presses, fidgeting with his fingertips and avoiding eye contact.

“baby, if youre worried so much we dont have to do this.” you remind, kissing his cheek and a small smile. “i wont force you to do anything you dont want to do.”

“yeah, but i wanna make you happy, thats what im supposed to do.” he sighs,rolling his eyes at himself.

“and you are either way it goes.” you scratch his head, a soft groan from his throat as you dig your nails into him. “ill be happy and love you either way this goes.”

“okay,” he nods, tilting your head up and kissing your lips. “gotta go to the store for dinner, feeling like soba tonight.” he says, standing up and holding you for a minute. “love you.”

“i love you too.”

you eventually hear the downstairs front door close and lock, sleep taking over your body and you fluttering your eyes shut into a resting place and feeling your body start to drift away.

but, maybe an hour later, something does wake you up. a sound of something ruffling around, could be birds in the attic or maybe another fucking squirrel got into the dryer again. but, your sleepy brain not working right, you pull yourself out of bed and look at the time.

‘ten forty three.’

shoto isnt home yet?

walking downstairs, you turn the dryer light on, there wasnt any chipmunks or squirrels in there. and yet, you still hear noise from somewhere.

‘click!— front door open.’

your heart races a bit, looking over to the door to see what apparently is a man in all black, with a ghostface mask and he just stands there. you chuckle, rolling your eyes. “okay, shoto, you actually want to do this?”

no movement, just the man you think is your todoroki standing in place.

“helloooo?” you snap your fingers in his face, still no movements from the masked man, but scoff and fold your arms. “shoto, again if you dont want to do this—“

finally, the man who wasnt speaking, pulls out a small amount of rope. which was weird, todoroki doesnt really like ropes,being the fact it’s easy to get rope burn. you feel the hairs on the back of your neck raise, your overthinking starting to save you. “are you not todoroki..?”

he shakes his head no, putting up five fingers.. and your legs do all the running on their own. he wasnt chasing you, no. but it still is fucking creepy.

that damn boy probably left the door unlocked!

you lock the door to the bedroom, scrambling to find your phone. you unlock it, dialing the number to his phone, and it picks up.

“todoroki— someone broke into—“

“no todoroki shoto here, little girl.” the other line says, making your heart drop and tremble within fear of somebody, something hurt him and was doing the same with you. “do you like scary movies?”

oh, thats how this fuck wants to do things? textbook definition?

you swallow thick, feeling rage and yet fear within your bones. “adore them.” you spit, peering out the window curtains.

“okay, lets play a little game then.”

“whats the name of that one big killer in silent hill?” the line asks, waiting on your response.

“pyramid head.” you confidently reply, getting a satisfactory chuckle. “if youre going to kill me, give me better questions so it means something.”

“ohh, youre so mean, what about your poor shoto?” he asks, a coo behind his words. “if you get all of them right, ill tell you where he is.”

you chew on your nails, anxiety pulling over you. you grunt, an approval of his mind games with you. “okay then, who was the first killer in scream?”

that almost threw you off, but you knew who it was. “there wasnt just one killer for that first girl.. casey was her name.”

“oh? mind to share with me and shoto?” he asks, you have to hold your tongue to try and not sacrifice his life on accident.

“billy called the girls phone, stu killed the boyfriend, billy killed the girl.” you say, knowing that you’re right about all of it, it was simple really.

“oh, what makes you so sure? how can you tell?” he asks again, curiously trying to see if you would second guess yourself. anyone would, especially in the scream movies. but you werent stupid, you watched enough of those movies to realize that mistake.

“billy was more fueled by rage and revenge, causing his movements to act erratically, stu was just there with him.”

“bingo! next question..” he cheers, a pause in the line. “in the paranormal realm, was it the conjuring that goes first, or annabelle?”

“annabelle, then conjuring.” you say, hearing a dissatisfied voice. “what?”

“are you sure about that? thats what you want to go with?” he asks, was this his trick again or were you wrong..?

“thats how they go, it wouldnt make sense if they were reversed.” you shout, hearing a small chuckle.

“you lose.” he says, the line ending and hands grab at your shoulders, a scream coming from your throat as you thrash and writhe in his hands.

he kneels down on your forearms, wrapping the rope around your body and hands as you still struggle. he was bigger than you, your legs and knees only able to kick air and some small parts of his back. you try to pry your way out of the rope’s confines, his hands starting to paw and push up at your clothes and your heart drops.

is this how it’s supposed to be? your boyfriend supposedly dead and you get the short end of the stick?

you look away, not bothering to watch yourself be ruthlessly taken by a masked killer who just happens to also be a fucking creep. you feel his hands on your body, warm but cold hands on your stomach.

warm and cold ?

his lips attach to your nipple, you jumping from the temperatures in his mouth. he mustve eaten something cold or something. or, maybe he had taken some kind of medication that makes him cold?

he swirls his tongue, his breath being pushed onto your skin, and the temperature of his breath is colder—

fucking todoroki, its been him this whole time.

your nerves relax all the way, getting the best confirmation of your lover being the one who has you in his reigns, his mouth on your nipple, and the one who is pulling his cock from his pants.

you wouldve thought it was someone else, since he shaved his shit apparently. he hears you chuckle, looking up at you. you try to bite back another, just imagining a ghostface mask staring up at you while positioning themselves against you— meanwhile knowing their identity.

“please dont kill me mr. ghostface, i wanna be in the sequel.” you feign fear, feeling his hands push you into the ground deeper and feeling his cock slip in, moaning about it. your clit jumps for a second, twitching from the cut pubes prickling against it for only seconds at a time.

the masked man kneels, pulling your body back and forth along his length as he hears your yelps and moans, them being elongated. the mans’ gloved fingers find their way into your mouth, you sticking your tongue out as he thrusts his fingers down and out your throat. his glove gets wet, soaked with your spit and you gag slightly when he has you throat his fingers.

his pace gets meaner, too honestly. his hips smacking against your rear and his other hand holds the ropes on your back, steadying himself and you. deep breathing can be heard through the mask, sometimes feeling the air become a little warmer but then colder. wet squelching and slaps of skin reverberated through the room, some of your hair becoming disheveled and ass becoming sore and red.

your moans becoming whiny, a light drenching of your essence and creamy rings along his cock as you curl your toes, “fuck—hah!”

the masked man breathes deeper as well, his hips slowing down as he stills inside of you. you feel his own ejaculation inside of you, making your folds slicker than any lubricant ever. the masked man lays you down, untying your restraints and pulling his mask off.

tuffs of red and white hair show themselves, and a worried shoto. “are.. are you okay—“

you bonk the top of his head, hearing a ‘ow’ after that. “what the hell, todoroki!” you squeal, shaking his arms. “what kind of idea was that?!”

“well.. you said that you wanted to try something new..” he says, his own hands on your shoulders shaking them.

“i know that much— but you scared the fuck outta me!”

“sorry.. how did you figure out it was me?” he asks, confused and worried eyes that stare and burn into yours. “was it that noticeable?”

“your palms are two different temperatures, and your mouth was cold.” you point out, pulling your shirt down and rubbing your wrists. “i almost didnt, because of the rope and the phone call— hold the fuck on, who answered the phone then?”

“uh.. midoriya?”

a knock comes to your front door, its about eleven twenty four at night. especially after tonight, todoroki walks you to the door, just in case you were still worried about anything. you weren’t worried in the slightest.

you unlock and open the door, green patches of hair the first thing you see. “uhm— hi there.” he says, the freckled boy rubbing the back of his head and a nervous chuckle.

“hi there, ghostface.” you say, both men tensing up and you fold your arms.

“well!—“ he starts, nervous and scrambling for an answer. “in my defense! todoroki cane to me about it and i wasnt trying to scare you too bad! i hope i didnt..”

“both of you did, so both of you can get beat up.” you say, watching izuku hand todoroki’s phone back. “but.. i guess i give credit when its due.”

“i hope i didnt cause any trouble..”

“you didnt, but its getting late.” you remind, the three of you saying goodbyes and a thought comes to you. you turn to tell izuku, “izu!”

he turns back and responds with a distant ‘yeah?’ wide eyes and a smile.

“annabelle comes before the conjuring, take more notes!”

[opal-owl-flight]

TIRED OF WAITIN’ MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND

YEAH ITS ALRIGHT, WE BOTH KNOW THAT YOU WANT IT, DONT YOU BE SO SHY, SHY!

OH MY GOD I LOVE STARKILLER WIDNEKD. I had this idea for Tartar manipulating 3 with words similar to the song…

more abt that below + the piece without the words :]

I wonder if 3, at that point in OE, carry a thought within them... something Tartar can use.

The sanitization is absolute mind control, yes, but it would be neat if it was preceded by a sort of hypnosis; a suggestion that tartar puts out for a victim to bite onto (not that it really matters. The forced body control happens anyway.)

Theres a yearning for the past. That much I know. But I do wonder if Tartar also suggested something else alongside that.

"Ah, the legendary captain of the Squidbeak Splatoon. He probably was the one who pulled you out of that life, hm?"

"...Yes."

"Despicable, this old coot, forcing you to fight a war that ended a century ago. Forcing you to dig up a city your nation already buried.

Making you a weapon in this...disgusting show of continued dominance."

"..."

"Dont you want to end him, right here, right now?"

"...."

"Avenge that younger self, child. Join me, and we will make sure he never hurts you again."

"..."

They look at Cuttlefish. Cod, theyre so weak, their head hurts, they are in no shape to defend themself. Neither is the old man, but...

Their hearts were burning with a feeling theyve been burying for years. A feeling thats gotten stronger and stronger over the long patrol.

This...doubt. Towards the captain they followed the ends of the earth for. Day by day, being pushed to their limits for his continued war. Wanting his approval, wanting to make him proud. Believing that theyre indeed keeping this fragile world safe.

Wanting to...keep being this hero he said they were.

But its getting harder to believe those words now. Not when that Octarian from earlier was such a sweet soul...among others theyve encountered and observed in other patrols.

Their arm burned. It was drenched in that cyan ink the telephone was oozing.

They have no reason to trust this thing that almost killed Cuttlefish and that Octarian that he was with moments before.

Still...

They feel...

Their mind is slipping.

So tired...so hurt...

"Join me. I can give you rest.

Ill bring you...to the promised land."

"...Okay."

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They went fully unconscious for awhile. When they "awoke" (but is still under Tartar's control), they were already fighting 8. And their body hurt even more than before.

They never shouldve trusted him.....

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This baiting rings familiar, doesnt it. Order did it to 4, as well. Much to 3s horror, they were the reason she took that bait. Her desire to be their perfect agent, and their desire to never be hurt or used by anyone like Cuttlefish again...

They wanted her to be strong enough so she can stay safe and live her life the way she wanted to. But their fear spoke louder than their adoration for her.

Hurt people hurt people, cycle of violence, and all that.

[lovelyghostz]

Hear me out: an au where Narinder is recruited as a follow and becomes a mortal, but falls ill because of said turning mortal.

I mean, it would probably take a lot out of him, right? So what if it acted as a mortal illness? He gets recruited and just collapses on the stone thingy immediately with a burning fever. Lamb wants to take special care of him bc 1) they dont know if mortal medicines would even work on him and 2) they’re worried despite the fact they just usurped him

Narinder wakes up delirious as all hell and pissed off at Lambert because obviously, and tries being intimidating to them but his arms are weak when he goes to swat so his wrists are limp and flailing, and his eyes cant seem to stay open for long enough to glare at them, and on top of that he feels like he’s gonna vomit. So Lambert takes care of a begrudging narinder.

But the sickness is persisting.

And persisting.

And persisting some more.

It gets better ofc, if it hadn’t Narinder probably would’ve died by now, but it’s misery for a man who hasn’t actually had to feel mortal sicknesses literally ever. So the Lamb continues to take care of him, and despite himself he softens. He doesn’t smile when they enter the room, not yet, but he doesn’t hiss (or try to at least) when they enter, either. He’s simply indifferent. Until he’s not.

One night is particularly rough. It’s a few months in and Narinder is still ill. He’s waking up to vomit every half an hour or so and the Lamb hasn’t slept at all, simply watching with worry and honestly a bit of fear. The cat who had been their god for so long now lay in bed with a brow furrowed in discomfort and fur damp from sweat.

He wakes up once more, but not for throwing up this time. This time, he’s delirious, and it’s bad. He’s babbling with unfocused eyes, his body swaying with the struggle of sitting up. Suddenly, though, he makes eye contact with the lamb through three glassy eyes, and his pupils dilate. He murmurs what must have been sleep-deprived, sickly words, because he says that he thinks the lamb is “pretty in the moonlight.” They freeze obviously because WOAH what the FUCK??? And Narinder just slumps back over and falls back asleep, this time with a more pleased expression.

They don’t say anything that night, and neither of them say anything in the morning, either. But Narinder knows, and he knows Lambert knows.

Slowly, very slowly, Narinder improves.

He gains strength and his symptoms improve until finally, after literal months, he’s back to normal. Then and only then, he tells Lambert that they really are so pretty in the moonlight.

He tells them that he likes the way their wool catches the moon’s glow. He says he’d like to trace their jawline as the light does, with such a gentle touch. He says that he’d like to kiss them as the moonlight does, making them look as though they’re glowing.

Lambert is a gay ass bitch and they kiss ok the end ty

[pr3ttyf4wn]

Roman's No Nut November! aka a collection of prompts everyday of November that include angst and fluff from my various different au's and maybe some new ones! i dont know how consistent ill be but i will try! (a lot of these are Chris i fear..sorry matt girlies...) (and alot of these are fratboy!chris..im on a high)

Pink for fluff, blue for angst, and red for anything that i feel has a relatively big TW (body image issues, abuse, sh.)

"Do you think im spooky?" {goth!reader x fratboy!Chris}

2. "Am I weird?".."Yeah but so what? everybody's weird." {Whimsy!Reader x fratboy!Chris}

3. "Im a pretty impossible lady to be with." {Misunderstood!reader x fratboy!chris}

4. "Im not as think as you drunk i am" {sororitygirl!reader x nerd!matt }

5. "And i have a thing for brothers." {bfb!matt x reader}

6. "Youre supposed to be my lab partner." {nerd!reader x fratboy!matt}

7. "I look better in the dark.." {insecure!reader x reassuring!chris.}

8. "I'll do whatever it takes to be an Alpha Chi" {Superhero!au}

9. "I wait for you (verse 2)" {Stuck in a music box}

10." Bones and All." {matt x reader}

11. "I'll find a new place to be from." {homesick!reader x actor!matt }

12. "You gonna break my heart?" {sororitygirl!reader x fratboy!chris}

13. "I wanna love you till we're food for the worms to eat." {lovesick!chris x lovesick!reader}

14. "piss off your parents." {badboy!matt x goodgirl!reader}

15 "Hey, Jane" {Dad!matt x mom!reader}

16 "Do I look like..him?" {daddyissues!reader x reassuring!matt}

17 "I dont like the cameras but i love it when you ogle." {popular!reader x nerd!matt}

18 "People say shes bad but they dont see the way she is with me." {misunderstood!reader x fratboy!chris}

19 "Love me anyway." {Carrington x reader}

20 "I hope you take off your mask." {misunderstood!reader x fratboy!chris}

21 "Fight for me" {Badboy!chris x 'popular'!nerd!reader}

22 "Kiss me like we'll never have sex." {Stuck in a music box}

23. "Sarah runs to feel the burning in her lungs." {trackstar!reader x chris}

24 "A diva is a female version of a hustler." {superhero!au}

25 "You turn me inside out, and then you want the outside in?" {Fwb!chris x reader}

26 "If I Were a Man" {Princess!reader x Peasant!Chris.}

27 "I get mean when im nervous like a bad dog." {misunderstood!reader x fratboy!chris}

28 "Im not a violent dog. I dont know why i bite." {misunderstood!reader x fratboy!chris}

29 "I dont understand i thought you liked me!" {popular!matt x scene!reader}

30 "Part of me will know deep down that i am pretty cool." {whimsy!reader x fratboy!chris}

BONUS!

december 1st. "I cant have a conversation if its not all about you." {head-over-heels!reader x fratboy!carrington}

[myabsurddreamjournal]

Fate (part 2)

Soldier boy x fem! reader

Summary: Reader is a scientist who is forced to work at lab that they keep soldier boy frozen, she talks and cries to him when she is alone, thinking he can't hear her but he hears everything.

With the sound of emergency alarm she shoot up from her bed, almost falling the floor, then she heard gunshots. It was just like that night, the night they took her. Tears were already forming in her eyes. She needed to get out.

Without knowing where to go, She started to walk towards stairs. If she could be quick she might have a chance.

Gunshots were louder now with screaming sounds.

She was running like mad person, looking for a door, a window. Anything to get her out of here

But suddenly she stopped.

Ben.

Ben was there. She couldnt leave him here.

she started running towards opposite direction

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"Oi who the hell are you.,?"

it was the first thing she heard after stepping in lab. A tall man with black hair was holding gun to her face. He looked like he would fire the gun any moment. Everything about him screamed danger.

Then she looked at floor.

arms, few legs, burned and disfigured bodies where everywhere. Everything bloody and red. She closed his eyes in horror.

-"Speak or i will shoot you." he said with thick English accent

-"i-im a scientist." she told, raising her hands. And quickly added "im a prisoner here".

After looking at for a moment he turned to his back.

-"well our lucky day right boys?"

She looked at the "boys"

There was a black man who looked like he was going to pass out, and another-why he was naked? , in the opposite corner a Asian girl stood with man beside her, he was also holding a gun.

-"w-what happened here?" She said.

-"see love, we are here for Soldier Boy. He is here isnt he? He patted the door of cryo. "this cunts tried to stop us."

-"What will you do with him?" (will you hurt him? she wanted to say.)

-"Lets just say we want to talk to him."

"B-but he is asleep since 80s"

"You know how to wake him up, right?"

y/n weighed her options for a moment. Well.. was there any option? She was sure as hell she didnt want to get questioned and lose her fingers, and it wasnt like they could do anything to him as long as he was awake. So she decided to not tell them about special gas that can make him sleep.

"Will i be free if i do this?"

"dont try any funny bussines, and you are free to go."

"O-okay, ill wake him up. But im warning you, he might be out of his mind."

She walked towards other side of the room, Where a huge metal tube was placed. Few valves and big red button on it.

She dreamed of hitting the red button for more than hundred times but never tought it would feel like this. In all her life, she never been this nervous before. Not even that night. Her heart was pounding so hard inside her ribcage, hands shaking like a leaf.

She looked at the tall guy, signaling him for cryos door.

As he literally ripped the door, She closed her eyes. Suddenly so afraid to look at him.

next minutes were blurry. She heard the harsh sound of binds being ripped, and whimpering.

Despite her fear, after hearing his whimpering, she had a strong urge to hug him, calm him down, to tell him it was over.

but couldnt say anything because as soon as she opened her eyes she saw them for the first time. His green eyes. But unlike her dream, They were filled with anger. Looking at the gun that guy held. It was lowered immediately but. His eyes were now dark, making him look like a wild animal ready to pounce on his prey.

She was sure he was going to attack him but something else happened.

His chest started glowing.

Like a fire.

y/n was hit by a dejavu. Remembering the tapes that she tried so hard to forget. She was sure In one of them he was glowing just like this..seconds before exploding like a bomb.

Yes, this was whats going to happen.

With her panicked mind y/n started to scan room for anything to distract him. As his chest was glowing brighter with every second, She saw the glass ashtray on the lab desk (the one she always hated) And next thing y/n knew, she was throwing it towards him (aiming the wall next to him) while shouting "Be- soldier boy they are trying to help you!"

never considering herself lucky person, in that moment Y/n was sure this was the most unlucky moment her life.

because the ashtray hit him right in the head with loud thud.

Everything stopped .There wasnt any sound, only ashtray breaking to pieces on the floor.

Soldier boy started slowly turning towards her. Realizing what she had done, y/n looked over the tall guy with pleading eyes.

"FUCK." Tall guy mouthed to her.

No one dared to make any move as soldier boy walked towards her. His every step making heavy sound.

"All this time i was afraid of humans, and now He will be the one to kill me." she thought. "Will he hit my head in return?.., at least it will be a painless death."

She closed her eyes just before he stopped right in front of her, waiting for the hit.

"God, let this be the last time. I dont ever want to born in this world again"

But instead of a hit, she felt a hand -large hand gripping her arm tightly. And heard his voice for the first time.

-"Y/N".

Notes: i really didnt like this chapter. But i was expecting it. In next chapter Soldier Boy and y/n will have a lot of dialogues and fluffy moments together!💫

taglist: @deans-spinster-witch @mfnqueen1 @ponypickle @butchers-girl

[the-s1lly-corner]

Do this whenever you want, or just tell me if your burned out for TADC requests and I’ll put it on the back burner. So, there I was, sick as a dog (still am urgh) and had an idea. Could you do the crew with their s/o who got sick via a virus, like a legitimate computer virus that infected them and got them ill. Found it amusing and as a fun way to introduce real world problems to them in the digital world.

Again, this is low priority so you don’t have to worry about it too much. But other then that, I hope you’re having a marvellous day.

TADC cast x reader w/ a computer virus!

Rolling out a request before I work on art stuff tonight, this might be the nights last post !! Still stuck on mobile since my cramps are still. Keeping me from being able to do stuff at my computer <\3

Written these as a group thing since I was struggling to come up with hcs for separate characters <\3

I know you likely meant this to be executed as something akin to a cold, but I cannot shake the idea of a virus being more.. dangerous and intense, given your entire digital body is code.. ponders.. I think I'll go with a middle ground between actual threat and simple sickness

You were in your room, in fact you were hauled up in it for a while, at least a day or two.. some people were starting to get worried; thinking something happened, that you may have abstracted

Ragatha would be the one to find you in bed; body shifting and glitching about

Obviously, given how similar this was to how Kaufmo was discovered, she would think you were in the middle of abstracting.. I think her freaking out with attract the attention of the others

Ragatha is panicking, too weary to get too close out of fear she would get glitched out too and that you'd turn suddenly

Pomni would have a similar reaction, I think, especially since Kaufmo so far has been her only experience with the abstracted , and she doesnt know what the warning signs look like

Jax just. Dips. He is gone the second he sees the commotion

Kinger is stuck in place,seemingly wrecking himself for the courage to try to help you through this

Zooble seems vaguely shocked, taking a similar route as jax; though they dont leave completely

Gangle , who is in the back, scared and worried out of her mind

Caine... zips forward and after (carefully) inspecting you, announces that you're in fact not abstracting! Youre just sick!

Cue a chorus of relief but also, confusion.. actually kinger is the only one who seems to get it.. hes probably seen someone get sick before.. huh.. weird..

Apparently caine manages to stamp out most viruses before they pose any threat, but it appears sometimes things can happen.. but now with you sick, all you guys can do is wait for you to get better

But hey, caine simps! Look at it this way! You now have the teeth man as your personal bedside nurse since hes the most qualified and able to help you through this!

Kinger, Ragatha, and Gangle still visit you when you're recovering! Ragatha checks in on you to see how you're holding up! Gangle gives you little fidgets and other stuff to keep you occupied! Kinger offers reassurance that things are gonna be alright and he offers to tell you stories

Jax doesnt interact with you until long after you've recovered, far too worried about himself getting whatever yucky computer virus you've caught.. zooble is similar.. can you blame them? No one likes getting sick <\3

Pomni is in between, keeping her distance since shes not sure if what you have is contagious, but as a friend she wants to make sure you're okay.. tough calls here..

Overall, the experience itself sucks... the glitching leaves you sore and sometimes you sit still and "buffer" for extended periods of time.. it also feels like a flu, with the body aches and fatigue and all that...

[writtenbyrinnie]

kenshin | crimson˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

★彡kenshin x fem!reader

★彡word count: 1,431!

★彡unhealthy relationship, knife injury, eroguro, kenshin being his usual posessive self ٩( ᐛ )و and lots of blood lol

★彡 you 🫵🏻 try to go back to ur village after breaking up with kenshin (for plot #trusttt) but things dont go as planned...>:3

kenshin's normally stoic demeanor breaks completely at your words. his hand grasping your chin squeezes it slightly, enough to cause you to wince.

".. think i may have misheard you, my love. what did you say?" he says, his voice low and snarky.

"i...i-.." you grit your teeth, feeling uneasy from the start.

"i have to return to my village..."

his brows knitted at your words as his grip on you tightened further. despite the pain he was causing you, he was unable to control himself.

"..no, you dont. tell me why you're lying." he hissed, eyes narrowing as he took in your expression.

"im not lying. i need to return, and i won't be back once i do so." you replied, unable to meet his icy glare. 

he shook his head at your words. you could feel the anger building in his tone as he spoke, his voice cold and cruel.

"no. i forbid it. you aren't leaving."

"kenshin... please don't make this harder than it has to be... i already told you, we're done..." sighing with discomfort, you felt a familiar anxiety creeping up your back again. your words weren't getting to him at all.

"i don't think you understand. we're never done... you belong to me. and i don't permit you to leave. if you even attempt to leave, i will hunt you down. there's nowhere in this world you can go where i won't find you." he growled, forcing you to meet his gaze.

it was no use trying to reason with a madman. whatever this 'relationship' of yours was, it was nowhere near healthy or stable. this kind of love was destined to destroy you both. were you going to let it? after building up the courage to go against him, were you going to go back to those arms?

hesitantly, you pulled out the small knife carefully hidden in your sleeve; it was the one sasuke gave as a last resort. the same one you hoped you wouldn't have to use.

he looked down at the knife, utterly unbothered by the threat. instead of taking a step back, he stepped forward, pressing himself against the tip and letting it pierce the fabric and his skin slightly.

"..is that meant to scare me?" he says, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a wicked smirk.

"k-kenshin..." you stared with your eyes wide, unable to move as he practically trapped you against the wall with how close he had gotten.

barely noticing the tiny prick of pain it made in his skin, he looked up at your scared expression, his eyes burning angrily.

"what? you're having second thoughts?"

kenshin laughed at your fear. 

"you were so bold a minute ago. if you're going to threaten me, do it properly, woman. or are you not able to follow through?"

a few drops of blood stained his kimono.

"just let me go...i dont want this-..."

he brought a hand up and gripped the knife in your hands, his hand bleeding due to the sharp edge of the knife cutting into his palm. he dared to lean even closer to your face, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

"do you have any idea how easy it would be for me to break this pretty little wrist of yours? it seems you've forgotten... im your lord, you belong to me. there's no way ill let you go anywhere."

the sleeves of kenshins kimono stained crimson as he hissed, the slit in his hand and chest deepening as you continued to struggle against his powerful grip.

ignoring the pain, his eyes burned with anger. even you could see the crazed look in them.

"drop the knife."

he commanded. his tone hard like steel.

with a scowl, he grabbed the weapon from your hand, tossing it aside. pulling your hand up to his chest and using it to press against his wound. he brought his face even closer to yours, his eyes burning as he looked at you.

"...the more you struggle, the worse it will be for you. stop it."

the warm, coppery liquid trickled down onto your hands as you flinched with a mix of fear and disgust. 

his eyes narrowed as he looked down at your frightened expression. seeing your hands stained with his blood and your trembling form ignited something within him. gripping tight around your waist and pulling your body flush against his, his lips crashed down against yours in a desperate, possessive kiss.

he pressed you harder into the wall, molding his body against yours, his blood staining your clothes. he broke the kiss long enough to speak, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "you... aren't going anywhere..."

kenshin's eyelids had begun to feel a tad bit heavier as time passed, due to his blood loss. staring at your crimson stained clothes in fear, you yelled.

"this is so much blood...kenshin! we need to-.." 

you tried reaching over to the bandages, only to get stopped by kenshin himself. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back against himself and refusing to let you go. his grip tight around your body as he buried his face into your shoulder.

his voice was low and pained, as he spoke.

"i don't care."

he mumbled into your neck.

"stay. don't leave me."

you looked down, upset and worried sick for him, but also touched by his words. your resolve broke down as you gently placed a hand on his cheek, smearing the blood around as you caressed it.

"i won't leave...just...let me patch you up, please..?" you added, your voice barely above a whisper.

leaning into your touch against his cheek, he closed his eyes at the feeling. nodding slowly as he struggled to steady his breathing.

"...fine, just don't leave my sight."

he let out a low, pained huff as he reluctantly let go of you with one arm, allowing you some room to move.

as you went about your work, bandaging up his hand and putting pressure on his chest, he kept his body pressed tight against yours, his breath hot on your shoulder as he leaned his head down, nuzzling his face against you as he tried to control his need to pull you even closer.

"i can't let you go. please don't ask me to..." he muttered, his voice tight and gravelly.

the slit on his chest was pretty deep, making the subcutaneous fat layer underneath visible to you. crimson gushed out continuously as you helplessly kept applying pressure to slow it down.

kenshin grunted in pain, gripping your shoulders tightly. he took a few deep breaths, trying to stay calm. 

despite the pain, the close proximity of your body, combined with the sight of you covered in his blood, was doing things to him...

he leaned his head back against the wall, hissing between clenched teeth. his hands, gripping your shoulders, moved down to your hips, grasping tight enough to leave bruises on your soft skin. the pain and feeling of your hands touching his wound was almost more pleasurable than it was painful.

despite the fact that it was his blood staining your skin and clothes, he couldn't help but find the sight quite pleasant. all he could focus on was your hands on his skin, touching his body, and pressing into his wound. the pain... and the pleasure...were mixing together.

soon enough, his breathing slowly returned to normal as he glanced down at his chest. the bleeding had stopped, thanks to you. he looked up at you, examining your face and taking in the sight of you covered in blood. he pulled you closer against his body, completely ignoring the fact that both of you were covered in his blood.

"..you look beautiful."

that wicked smile of his, accompanied by a compliment, had your heart speeding up again. "youre sick in the head..."

kenshin laughed at your words, his eyes still roaming all over your face and body. pulling you even closer to him, he let his lips graze along your neck, tasting his own blood on your delicate skin.

he brought a hand up and grasped your chin, tilting your head up to look him directly in the eye. "i may be sick... but so are you, my love. you think I didn't notice?"

he pressed his body against yours, holding you captive.

"you love the feeling of my blood on you, don't you? you get excited just thinking of how it proves my body belongs to you."

he leaned in closer, his lips next to your ears.

"admit it."

really enjoyed writing this hehe :33333 i was looking forward to writing a eroguro-y? piece after seeing the love on my most recent drawing (tysm!!🌷) and kenshin seemed like a fitting character!

[the-record]

electric touch

synopsis: abby’s got a date with the cute girl from biology class… is she wrong to hope you want to stay?

pairing: highschool!abby x fem!reader

warnings: underage drinking and smoking, mentions of food but thats it!

a/n: this is much longer than what i normally write but i really feel i have to do these songs justice, i hope you like it <3

my masterlist

‘ HOW MUCH I WANT YOU TO KISS ME ‘

just breathe, just relax, it’ll be okay just an hour till your car’s in the driveway just the first time ever hanging out with you, tonight i’ve got my money on things going badly got a history of stories ending sadly still hoping that the fire won’t burn me just one time just one time

“okay so, go over the plan with me one more time?” abby sighed as she tied her laces.

“she’s coming over here, and then we are leaving to go to ellies party. th-”

jerry cut her off with a question. “will there be alcohol and drugs at this party?” she groaned, falling back into her chair and letting her hair hang over the edge. “im your dad! i have to know these things.”

“yes, they’re will most likely be drugs and alcohol. but dont worry-“

“no drinking and driving.” jerrys tone was serious whilst abby mocked him with a smile.

“alright, alright i get it. and then you’re coming back home? and she’s staying the night, correct?”

abby nodded, a nervous smile on her face. her dad chuckled, turning back to his movie with a smirk.

“what?” abby pushed. he just shook his head as abby got more and more curious. “what? dad seriously, what’s funny!”

he looked at her, smiling to himself. how did his girl get so old so fast?

“nothing abs, you just… you remind me of me at your age.” he smiled, reminiscing his high school years. “all scared and anxious for your first date with this girl.”

“im not scared!” abby defended. her dad looked at her, a knowing look on his face, and she gave in. “okay fine… maybe a little. but shes just so nice! and, like, what if its awkward? or what if she ditches me at the party?” abby worried, picking at her cuticles.

jerry grabbed his daughters hands, pulling them towards him to bring her into a hug. abby sunk into him, letting herself relax. he placed a kiss to the top of her head before pulling away

“look sweetheart, its perfectly normal to be scared. i’m scared all the time. but, you cant let those fears get in the way of living your life and having fun.” he smiled at his girl. “if something happens, ill be up, just a phone call or drive away. and based off what youve told me, i dont think shes gonna leave you. just be yourself abs, and she’ll love you.”

a ding came from abby’s phone signaling your arrival. “thanks dad. i love you.” she grabbed her wallet and keys and headed to the door.

“love you too sweetheart. be safe!” he called out as the door shut.

all i know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town with life and i want you now want to need you forever in the heat of your electric touch

you got out of your car as you watched abby walk out her front door. a bright smile adorned your face as you greeted her with a hug and kiss on the cheek. when you pulled away, you couldnt help but laugh at the blush on her cheeks.

“what? do i have something on my face?” she moved her hand around her face, trying to wipe off whatever you were staring at.

you laughed, pulling her hand from her face. “no! you just look really cute when you blush.”

she suddenly felt her cheeks warm more, laughing with you. “thank you… uhm, should we get going then?”

“what, i dont get to meet the famous jerry?” you joked, heading to the passenger side of her car. abby rushed to beat you, opening the door for you. “quite the gentleman.”

she shook her head with a smile as she shut your door, jogging over to the drivers side and getting in. “the famous jerry will be here when we get back, don’t you worry.”

abbys worries disapted on the ride to ellie’s. she felt the relief flood her body as you both kept up conversation and smiles the whole way. her eyes caught yours at red lights and stop signs, and she couldn’t help but think, as cheesy as it sounds, that she felt sparks fly.

the party had long started before you both arrived, music loud and people filtering through rooms. she spotted ellie across the way and moved to go say hi when she felt your hand envelop hers. she turned back with a shy smile before continuing towards her friends.

“abby! fuck yeah, glad you made it.” the brunette pulled her into a half hug, your hands still together. “and who is this? abby, please introduce your guest.” ellie teased.

she told everyone your name, pulling you closer to her. “its nice to meet you!” you smiled warmly at ellie, holding abby’s hand a little tighter.

“indeed it is! i’m ellie and, this is my girlfriend dina,” another girl saddled up next to ellie, an arm around her neck. “and the idiots over there,” she pointed to two guys playing beer pong. “they are manny and jesse. they insisted on stereotypical movie party shit.”

you saw abby shake her head out of the corner of your eye as you laughed. dina moved to grab your free hand. “c’mon, lets grab drinks.” she looked at ellie and abby. “yall want anything?” they both shook their heads so she led you away.

the kitchen was not nearly as hectic as the rest of the house, granting you both a slice of peace. “so…” she moved around, pouring herself a drink. “how did you and abby meet?”

“shes in my ap bio class, mr. angler?” you copied her, pouring your own drink.

she whistled low. “no shit, i heard his class is like, insanely difficult.” you nodded with a small laugh. “pretty and smart, abby picked well.” you blushed, taking a sip of your drink. “alright, lets go. i wanna get high and ellie has the weed.”

i’ve been left in the rain, lost and pining i’m trying hard not to look like im trying ‘cause every time i tried hard for love it fell apart ive gotten used to no one calling my phone ive grown accustomed to sleeping alone still i know that all it takes is to get it right just one time just one time

“you want a sip?” you questioned quietly, as not to disturb the group.

you were sitting tucked into abby’s side, her arm behind you on the couch. “nah, i’m not drinking tonight.”

“neither am i, its just coke.”

“well in that case…” she grabbed the cup, taking a sip and holding it in her lap so you could easily take it back.

a joint was slowly going around as everyone conversed. abby passed on it, handing it to you. she watched you take a hit before continuing your conversation with ellie.

she stared at you, watching as you talked to ellie about something or other. she couldnt help but admire you, getting lost in her own in head.

“you okay?” your voice brought her back to reality, your eyes staring into hers, a gentle smile on your face. she nodded and you turned back to ellie, leaning slightly more into abby. “i took astronomy as an elective last year, and i honestly really loved it.”

you felt one of abby’s hands grab your own, messing at the rings on your fingers. your eyes only flickered down for a second as you listened to ellie speak passionately on her love for space. her voice was quickly cut off as manny and jesse called for a round of beer pong.

ellie groaned, but went after them. you and abby followed suit, her helping you up and off the couch. she stood behind you, an arm around your waist, leading you to blush this time. one hand on your hip while the other held your cup.

they decided to play teams, ellie with jessie and dina with manny, while you and abby opted to watch and talk.

“can we get food after this?” you asked, leaning back into her. “fries and a chocolate shake sound so good right now.”

“whatever you want pretty.”

she smiled as she watched you get nervous, pulling you in tighter.

“2 large fries and a chocolate shake, please.” the attendant told abby the price before she pulled up to the next window. you moved to pull out your wallet, but abby already had cash out and in the hand of the cashier.

“abs what the fuck. why didnt you let me pay?” you all but whined, as you waited for the food.

“sorry pretty. maybe you can pay next time.” that put a smile on your face.

“next time?”

“yea, next time.”

all i know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town with life and i want you now want to need you forever in the heat of your electric touch

“abby, how have you never had fries dipped in a milkshake!”

“i dont know,” she laughed. “i didnt even know that was a thing.”

you dipped a fry in the shake, “well it is. here, try it.” you held out the snack for her.

she’d pulled into the parking lot after getting your food to eat and talk. she noticed how perfectly the light hit your face, and couldnt help but want to tell you.

“you’re really pretty.” she watched you smile shyly before taking the fry from you. “damn, this is really good.” you only nodded. “sorry, did i mess this up?”

“no, im just really nervous.” you confessed.

“honestly… same.”

“dad? i’m home!” she hung up her keys and jacket while pulling off her shoes. you copied her, leaving your coat beside hers and shoes at the door.

“in the living room!” she smiled back at you before leading you through her house. “hi abs, and hello! ive heard so much about you.” abby kicked his foot and he held out a hand for you to shake. “alright, okay. im jerry, very nice to meet you.”

you smiled, shaking his hand. “its nice to meet you too. ive heard lots about you as well.” you tried and failed to say anything more.

you and abby stood there for a moment before abby broke the silence. “we’re gonna go upstairs, love you.” she took your hand, leading you up to her room.

“love you too!”

she made her way to her bed, settling in, as you looked around her room. you looked closely at old photos and nicknacks she had accumulated over the years. “your rooms so cute.”

“thank you.” she smiled as you ran your fingers along her book shelf. “wanna watch a movie?” she asked, already turning on her laptop. you nodded and sat down beside her. “whatd’ya wanna watch?”

“can we watch ‘10 things i hate about you’? ive got a thing for kat.”

i was thinking just one time just one time maybe the stars align just one time and maybe i call you mine and you wont need space or string me along while you decide and just one time just one time maybe the moments right moments right its 8:05 and i see two headlights

“whats your favorite movie?” you asked, playing with a strand of hair on the side of her face.

“probably ‘tangled’ its such a classic.” she smiled at you, rubbing little patterns into your knee. “favorite book?”

“ooo, it’s gotta be ‘the seven husbands of evelyn hugo’.” she nodded along. “what is your favorite childhood memory?”

abby thought for a moment before answering. “probably this one time at the zoo with my dad.” she smiled. “i was maybe 10? it was a really hot day and i was especially grumpy for whatever reason. i remember being really upset because they had this splash pad thing, but i didnt have a swimsuit to wear. i kinda just pouted until my dad decides to rip off his shirt and run in. i was really confused and just kinda confused until he pulled me in with him.” you smiled, finding it sweet. “whats the craziest thing youve ever done?”

you hummed in thought. “honestly i don’t feel like ive ever done anything really crazy. i do love dancing in the rain though.” you smiled as you remembered. “one time i was at a friends, and we and some other people were all just hanging out outside listening to some music when it starts pouring. we didnt even really think to at first, but then some song came on that mentioned dancing in the rain and we just got up and danced. we both ended up completely soaked but couldn’t find it in ourselves to care.”

abby’s eyes stayed on you the entire time. you couldnt help but stare back at her. admiring her.

the little bump on her nose. how her bottom lip was fuller than the top one. the scar on her forehead. the freckles that littered her face. how captivating her eyes were.

“what are you think about right now?”

“how stunning you are.” she replied honestly. “what about you? what are you thinking about?”

“how much i want you to kiss me.”

she leaned in and captured your lips in hers before she could even think to stop herself.

all i know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life got a feeling your electric touch all i know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town with life

“wow.” you whispered into the quiet of her room.

“wow.” she whispered back. “can i do that again?”

and i want you now want to need you forever in the heat of you electric touch

[pumpkinsy0]

Could you do more HCs for if instead of Johnny being at the fountain and running way with Pony it was Curly?

of course!!! since before i was only mostly talking about the church, ill just talk about different stuff!!

•curly swung at other socs w the coke bottle, he was rlly desperate for the both of em to be left tf alone, and he did manage to cut some of the other ones

•johnnys really fidgety this week, hes sees pony as being innocent and doesnt want pony being like him (always in fear, scared to pit himself out there and see the world n what not)

•curly has a burning hatred for that principal and teacher bc why the fuck r u even over here trying to have a picnic and why the hell werent u watching UR kids😭

•like i said, its the 60s and curlys a black teenage boy, hes worried for whats gonna happen to him if (when lol) they get caught, ponys not even sure what he can do or even say to help curly calm his nerves, there isnt anything because at the end of the day he really doesnt know whats gonna happen and historically, tulsa aint the most loving place for black ppl, ON TOP OF THAT he already has a record??? yea lmao curly thought he was cooked

•the gang has a lot of feelings towards curly, but they do really appreciate curly for protecting pony, they know if he didnt do something pon def woulda died

•when curly learned that jacket essentially saved him from a lot of injuries ik he’d never let that shit go hes clinging onto it hard

•speaking of injuries, angela and tim wouldnt leave curlys side, mostly bc if cops or interviewers show up, they can b there to defend him but also just to make sure he gets treated well in the hospital and that hes (of course) mentally ok

•also bc they missed him, they joke about leaving him in a ditch somewhere all the time but they do love him seriously, curlys like the glue that holds them together, i feel like if any other of the shepards went, theyd still try to stick together and become more closed off, but if curly dies, it just rlly falls apart way faster (i hope this makes sense)

•pony has nightmares about curly a lot, he also feels like the shepards hate him, but honestly they dont, like the curtis gang they understand what happened, andits canon that tim was proud of pony for killing bob so he’d defiently be proud of curly for doing the same, and curly cas complicated feelings about that one. hes happy he made tim proud bc thats like always one of his lifes goals, but he never rlly wanted to do that and has nightmares about it he never rlly talks about

•now theres a permanent alliance between the shepard and curtis gang that just will not go away

i feel like w this au instead of personal relationships between the gang growing, theres more of a focus on how the “real gangs” in the neighborhood came to be and why the ppl in them r the way that they r if that makes sense

that and onviously more of a focus on the racial dynamics of the 60s as well as the class differences

[rainydayrina]

A little fic based off the SWD transphobia claims because i think they're wrong.

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Shi wudu had always been a proud man. His image itself had an aura of respectability about it and he was rather happy to wave around his athority like a fan.

So when his disapproving gaze met shi qingxuan's altered form at a festival, most chalked it up to pride and reputation. Having your brother running around in womens court robes certainly wasnt a casual event for a man like him, surely it was a matter of imagine, and he was happy to let them all believe that. after all, a cracked vase is filled with gold, and this vase had certainly cracked.

But the truth was, had anyone else decided to fumble around with their gender, he wouldn't have batted an eye at all, this innate disgust he held was not of humiliation but of concern.

His darling brother, the one he had spent his life protecting, the one he sacrificed for, the one he spent countless hours learning to braid and style feminine hair for, just to keep him disguised and out of harms way.

His brother spent most of his mortal life wrapped up in women's clothes solely for the sake of survival and to shi wudu, these were chain and he could no longer bear to watch his brother drag around the chains of his old life.

"Qingxuan, we need to talk" his voice holds a deep authority, something he couldn't help

Deep in within the confined walls of temple FengShui, lies a storm, both water and wind are needed to form such a thing. Yelling and dancing around the issue in an intricate waltz, one they had done before, neither side wanting to give in and show their golden cracks. It goes like this every time and with nothing settles, old scars only rub to make new wounds.

He couldn't understand, he couldn't bear it, he couldn't make sense of any other reason Qingxuan would do this and finally thr truth came pouring out and the vase was broken.

"Qingxuan! You DONT have to keep doing this!" A fit of rage, a fit of failure because he feared he had. A man of his position didnt have the luxury to cry and still you could hear in his voice the welling in his eyes."Are you scared still? You don't have to be scared anymore..." his voice was raw and wavering"Ge took care of it..... you dont have to be afraid or hid anymore, Ge fixed it all, youre safe now... Qingxuan, youre safe now"

A soft hand hand on his brothers face, the hand of a mother, of someone who raised kin, who has bleed for someone and starved for someone and given their life for someone

And now it was Qingxuan's turn to not understand. Had their brother really thought that's what this was all about, hiding? They felt frustrated and weak by the idea that this was only a way to cope, it was far more."GE, I LIKE THIS!!"

They shout, trying to burn it in wudu's brain "This is real..... its me, and for once in my life im not afraid anymore. I know im safe, i know ive been saved.... Ge, i do it because i like it, because im not one thing anymore." They spill out a jumble of emotions, teary and soul bare"Im both.... and im neither and im everything and im just ME!"

They softly look up to meet their brother's gaze, expecting that scolding look they'd seen so many times, only to immediately be caught up in an embrace.

Qingxuan had hardly ever been hugged. As a child, she was kept at arms length, cared for physically but not always emotionally. She always felt unsatisfied. And by the time they reached the heaven's, shi wudu had a reputation and couldn't hold him anymore.

Qingxuan was the type to clung to anyone who showed them attention but this was different, with their face buried deep into Ge's shoulder and hot tears on the silk robes, their soft voice broke the silence.

"Ge.... do you still love me??"And the water tyrant only pulled him closer, petting their hair

"You're the only thing i love" he murmurs "the only thing i care about and the only thats important. Ill sacrifice everything for you again and again" "but dont let that get to your head, okay"

The soft sounds of laugher and the room is flooded with warmth "Qingxuan, if you want to..... be a woman sometimes, its okay with me, just promise two things, the first is that you'll tell me if anything is wrong" he speaks gently Qingxuan nods, that was an easy promise, when things got tough, they couldnt help but talk anout it

"And the second?"

"DON'T EVER, and i mean EVER, let pei ming flirt with you"

A break of silent....

"Ewwwww!! Geeee!" Pulling back to playfully shove him"Like I'd ever, im not interested in someone who is ⅓ tumour....." they whine but they laugh all the same.

And the vase is lined with gold.

[nyankewlll]

NEW INSIDE OUT COMIC COLLAB, THATS OPEN!

Please check availability and wait for my approval before making your part, i wouldn’t want multiple people drawing the same emotion, or an emotion getting left out.

Draw an emotion, confessing something. it could be horrible and creepy, or silly and funny. its up to you! feel free to ask others to connect confessions with eachother (for example: “anger burned my plush”…”i burned fears plush but i would never admit it”) also, confessions can be long, or short! just do anything!

the background will be a booth, but emotion doesnt have to be sitting

but do not draw the background, ill be adding it myself. so just send ur drawing + text box as a transparent png! and please dont upload your art until the comic collab is finished, but after that feel free to upload your art(or entire comic w credits) anywhere!

send finished art to me on tumblr, discord or instagram when done :] if u have any questions please ask

Joy: Me!

Sadness: @eva-the-random-fandom-11

Fear: @sudnormal

Disgust: @erranplayz

Anger: Proven_riveter (instagram) FINISHED

Anxiety: Pianoponcho (instagram)

Envy: @immaeatingwood FINISHED

Embarrassment: @thelockyfoxy

Ennui: Theemotive (instagram)

(reminder: please ask and wait for my approval before beginning your part.)

heavily inspired by the comic “The confession booth”

example of a panel, each drawing will get its own panel.

[tht0nesimp]

Yandere killua x reader- Breathe

tw: medical malpractice, cuts (not self-inflicted), blood, vivisection(?), cursing, SADISM, punishment, mentions of escape

Breathe. You could ignore it, The sensation of the tubes, needles, and other medical supplies that you could practically feel on your skin already even though they all laid docile in the room

"It's going to hurt" Killua barely glanced at you, his hands were instead idly searching for something. "Aha" he whispered when he found the tool he had been searching for in the drawer for a few minutes since he'd strapped you down to this fucking bed

You tried to imagine that your attempt had worked, that you were on a train going to your inherited home on the beach while killua searched for you. But he doesn't seem to care about the tears that continued to form in your tired eyes and instead, he grabbed an IV bag as well as a thick needle, and a securement device he proceeded to shove the needle roughly into a vein in your restrained arms "benzodiazepines" he leaned in and whispered into your ear to speak that god awful drug that seemed to make every muscle relax, your brain felt too awake, but your body was numb and fuzzy, like it was encased in this invisible layer of impenetrable fluff that wouldn't let you move even slightly

"Can you feel this?" he tested, poking your leg gently, "mhm.." the ability to speak felt like it was being ripped away from you. He ran a scalpel across the width of your leg, thin blood masking some of the silver of the medical instrument which he quickly wiped off

This was hell, you regretted everything, He was using your fears against you and it was unfair, You just wanted to go back to being a normal person who dated who they wanted! You wanted to go back to not living on some hell-borne mountain full of cold assassins! Alas, the words quickly fizzle out as your reminded of the burning pain in your leg as killua wraps it in gauze

" 'm sorry" you gasp as he snips at your skin with a pair of forceps unceremoniously, "No your not, dont lie" you nod as much as the drugs would give you in slack for you to move your head. Tears finally start flowing and they only add to the pain since your restrained-not like the drugs would let you even if you weren't restrained- arms were unable to move to wipe them away

He showed you a small ounce of mercy by wiping a few away, even if the sensation of his hand against your skin was nearly hurl-inducing due to previous events. "If you ever lie again, ill cut you open" he extremely gently takes the scalpel and drags it down your stomach until he reaches where your shorts were clad on your waist

"Maybe i should make you wear a hospital gown?" he smiled cheekily as he watched you shake your head gently while groans escaped from your throat in place of pleading "Baka.." he chuckled a little bit and seemed to let the idea rest- at least for now- instead, he chose to adjust your IV "You know what youll need for the next couple months?" your eyes widen at the implication of months of this "treatment"

"A catheter"

Just breathe, dont look at the long tube

Dont feel him slip your shorts and panties down to your ankles

Just...

Breathe