#menschenopfer

[whothefuckiskatlyn]

die, die for me you said you would, you promised me

[gotiqes]

suppose ⠀⠀I ⠀⠀should ⠀⠀hate it ⠀⠀so yet ⠀⠀I can ⠀⠀smell saliva ⠀❤︎ ❚❘❙❘⎯⎯╾⃰◌̺̺͙

[galavande]

Though it's w h i m s i c a l , so what?

[kyunista]

꒰ঌ ✩°｡⋆ Shes a certified FREAK !

[manicpixieparadise]

₊˚ felicity ⠀݁₊ ⠀𝄞

🪰 she ⚢ femme lesbian 🪰

𖦹 this is a personal blog, i’m only here to repost and reblog some cute photos

𖦹 when i post about my boyfriend, i am referring to my handsome butch husband

♡ alice in wonderland, my butch, sweeney todd, 8:11, fran bow, emilie autumn, deer, pullip dolls, ruby gloom, rasputina, dresden dolls, striped stockings, fashion, and old circus

[doomsdxyblxe]

a dependent multimuse blog assicated with cloynefm.

billy branson ° ( intro | musings | visage ) victor cortez ° ( intro | musings | visage )

penned by javvy.

[the-only-boy-youll-ever-need]

yet another sideblog . . . i'll actually use this one , don't worry. just an obsessive mentally ill guy helplessly depending on his love 💗

about me?!

★ minor.

★taken 💗.

★ bpd , npd , audhd , many suspected pds . . . i don't bite , feel free to interact 💗 .

before you interact ~

this blog may cover some sensitive topics !! please leave if they bother you 💗. additionally , please check my dni.

dni : no exceptions . zionists , pro / neutral endo , cluster b abuse " truthers " , MAPs , racists , queerphobes – bigots of any kind .

enjoy your stay , lovely 💗.

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

On this year’s Kinktober I will post a one shot or Drabble every second day. I’ll try to make as many of them happen as I can but I can’t promise anything.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

day 1 (1.10) - somnophilia S.J

day 2 (3.10) - corruption kink N.R

day 3 (5.10) - request N.R

day 4 (7.10) - prey/predator N.R

day 5 (9.10) -  breeding kink W.M

day 6 (11.10) - monster sex N.R

day 7 (13.10) - omega vers N.R

day 8 (15.10) - wild card N.R

day 9 (17.10) - request K.B

day 10 (19.10) - cam girls N.R

day 11 (21.10) - dumbification S.J

day 12 (23.10) - Anal N.R

day 13 (25.10) - request N.R

day 14 (27.10) - car sex N.R

day 15 (29.10) - phone sex S.J

day 16 (31.10) - group sex

Dividers by @menschenopfer

[ahqkas]

♯ ME AND THE DEVIL ; mattheo riddle

PAIRING! mattheo riddle x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS! they didn't understand how you did it, how you tamed the devil, how you made him fall so deeply in love with you that the darkness in him seemed to shrink in your presence. but the truth was, you hadn't tamed him at all. you’d simply loved him, and that was all mattheo riddle ever needed to be tamed ( based on this req.!! )

WORD COUNT! 1.6k

WARNINGS / TAGS! fluff, reader is described to have hair . lmk of more if found please

NOTES! proud to say i’m obsessed with this relationship dynamic && how this turned out . all the credits to the pretty devider below belong to @/menschenopfer !

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

THE DEVIL IS REAL AND HE IS NOT SOME LITTLE RED MAN WITH HORNS AND TAIL LURKING IN THE SHADOWS. He can be beautiful because he's a fallen angel and he used to be God's favorite. He wears the face of a man, a smile that can soothe even the most restless heart, and eyes that seem to hold all the answers you've ever sought. He is beautiful, captivating in a way that makes you forget the dangers of dancing with darkness. In his presence, you'll find no fire, no urge to flee — only the slow, seductive burn of a flame that whispers promises too sweet to resist.

That was your Mattheo.

There was a certain reputation that followed Mattheo Thomas Riddle wherever he went, an aura of danger and unpredictability that made students give him a wide berth in the corridors of Hogwarts. Hushed whispers went after him like a shadow, tales of his dark family history and the fierce temper that boiled just below the surface of his skin. The mocking smirk that often played on his lips only added to the mystery, and the way he carried himself — confident, unyielding — left little doubt that he was someone to be reckoned with.

But then there was you, someone who seemed to have done the impossible.

You, with your quiet strength and unshakable resolve, had become the only one who could temper the storm within him. It wasn't just that you weren't afraid of him, it was that you saw him, truly saw him, beyond the name people tagged the boy with. Where others saw only the 'son of You-Know-Who' or 'Voldemort's one and only heir', the devil's progeny, you saw the boy behind the names. You saw the struggles he came from, the vulnerability he buried beneath layers of bravado.

People ouldn't help but stare as you walked down the hallways together, your fingers comfortably intertwined with Mattheo's. You were his opposite in so many ways — where he was brooding, you were bright; where he was sharp, you were soft. It was a juxtaposition that made everyone wonder just how you managed to tame the so-called "devil" of Hogwarts.

You'd hear the murmurs as you passed by, the way some students would quickly avert their eyes as if afraid to be caught staring. Others, more curious or perhaps bolder, would watch with a mix of awe and disbelief, as if trying to solve a puzzle that didn't quite make sense. How could someone so seemingly gentle be with someone as dangerous as Mattheo Riddle?

But they didn't see what you did. They didn't see the way his gaze softened whenever he looked at you, the way his tough exterior melted when it was just the two of you. They didn't see the way he'd listen intently to your every word, his attention unwavering, as if nothing else in the world mattered because it was the truth; nothing else mattered to him than you.

And perhaps most surprising to them would be the way he smiled — truly smiled — when he was with you. It wasn't the sharp, almost menacing grin he'd flash when someone annoyed him, but a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes. It was a smile that told you, and anyone else who bothered to look close enough, that Mattheo Riddle was more than just the dark reputation that surrounded him.

You'd catch the way his hand would tighten around yours in a crowd, his thumb brushing against your skin in a gesture of reassurance. Or the way he'd lean down to press a kiss to your temple when he thought no one was looking, his lips lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. These were the moments that made you smile to yourself, knowing that despite what others thought, there was so much more to him than they could ever understand.

There was an incident once, in the Great Hall, where some younger Slytherins were laughing too loudly about something — until Mattheo glanced their way. The laughter died almost immediately, replaced by nervous glances and shuffling feet. But then, with you beside him, you nudged your boyfriend gently and whispered something in his ear. Whatever you said made him chuckle, the sound low and rich, and just like that, the tension in the air dissipated. The younger students exchanged bewildered looks, clearly wondering what spell you'd cast to make him laugh like that.

It was in these moments that the real magic of your relationship showed itself — not in taming the so-called devil, but in understanding him. In knowing that beneath the hard exterior, Mattheo was someone who needed love just as much as anyone else. And you gave it to him without reservation, without fear, seeing the good in him that others were too blind to notice.

Of course, there were times when that darkness would surface, when his temper would flare or his patience would run thin. But even then, you knew how to bring him back, how to calm the storm that raged within him. A soft word, a gentle touch, and he'd remember himself. He'd remember that he didn't have to fight the world alone — that he had you by his side.

And so, the students of Hogwarts continued to wonder, to speculate. They'd see you together in the courtyard, Mattheo's arm draped casually over your shoulders as you talked about everything and nothing. They'd see the way you'd laugh at something he said, your smile lighting up the space between you, and how he'd look at you like you were the only person in the world who mattered.

The two of you were sitting beneath one of the old oak trees in the courtyard, the late afternoon sun casting dappled shadows across the grass. You were leaned against the trunk, a loved book in your lap, while Mattheo sat beside you, one arm draped lazily over your shoulders. The gentle breeze played with your hair, and every now and then, your boyfriend would reach over to tuck a loose strand behind your ear. It was a small gesture, but it made your heart flutter every time.

You couldn't help but notice the way students passing by would glance your way, their eyes lingering on the Riddle heir with a mix of fear and curiosity. You'd grown used to it by now, the way people would whisper behind your backs, wondering how someone like you had ended up with someone like him.

"They're staring again," you murmured to him, your eyes flicking up from your book to catch the gaze of a group of Ravenclaws who quickly looked away when they realized they'd been caught.

Mattheo unwillingly tore his attentive gaze away from you and followed the line of your vision, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips at the sight he came to see. "Let them," he said casually, leaning closer to press a sweet kiss to your temple. "They'll get over it eventually."

You smiled slightly and leaned closer to his lips, the warmth of his affection soothing any unease that brewed in you. "It's just . . . I know how they see you," you said, your tone more thoughtful than concerned. "And I know they don't really get us."

He tilted his head, studying you with a calm expression on his face. "Do you care what they think?"

"Not really," you admitted, glancing back at him through your eyelashes. "But it's hard not to notice, you know? Sometimes I just wonder what they're thinking."

The Slytherin shrugged, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "Probably trying to figure out if you've got me under some love spell. Because obviously, there's no other reason I'd be with someone like you, right?"

You rolled your eyes, nudging him lightly. "You sound ridiculous."

"But I'm right," he teased, his smile softening. "They only see what they want to see. They don't know you like I do."

"And what do you see?" you asked, curious despite yourself.

He paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "I see someone who's smart, kind, and who doesn't put up with anyone's nonsense — including mine. And I'm good with that."

You couldn't help but smile at his words, appreciating the simplicity of them. "And you? What about what they think of you?"

"They can think what they like," he said easily, his fingers tracing patterns on your shoulder now. "I'm not here to make anyone else comfortable. I'm here because I want to be."

You nodded, feeling a sense of calm settle over you. "Yeah. Me too."

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the sounds of the courtyard filling the air around you. You leaned into his side, your book forgotten as you let yourself relax, content just to be there with him.

"So, who's got the next match against us again?" your boyfriend asked suddenly, his tone casual as if he hadn't just been talking about something far more serious.

You laughed softly, glad for the shift in conversation. "Gryffindor, next Saturday. And I'm not missing it."

"Good," he said, smiling as he looked out at the courtyard. "Because I want you there."

They didn't understand how you did it, how you tamed the devil, how you made him fall so deeply in love with you that the darkness in him seemed to shrink in your presence.

But the truth was, you hadn't tamed him at all. You'd simply loved him, and that was all Mattheo Riddle ever needed to be tamed.

[mercyk1ll3r]

Bats and Axes

Pairing; Ticci toby x proxy!femreader

Summary; a couple months after becoming a proxy, a strange boy sparks your interest.

Warnings; slightly graphic violence, psychopathic reader, not much for first chap tbh.

Wc; 1k+

Credits; axe & bone header - menschenopfer, blood dividers - bucciniexe, caution tape - cafekitsune.

a/n; this will most likely be a multiple part series if you guys r interested in reading it :3 (lowercase intended, idgaf about grammer if i'm writing for fun)

"kill them" the voice pounded in your head, sending shivers down your body and tingling in all your limbs. causing you to grip you head and shake violently at the slightest thought of disobeying.

you could feel his presence engulf and fog your brain, making you nothing but a zombie, a puppet to him. your legs move before you can process. the tingling not ceasing, you can hardly feel your body or collect your thoughts. just a fog as you try to get a hold of yourself or form a coherent thought other then killing.

unsurprisingly your legs take you bolting towards the couple walking a little too closely for comfort near slenderman's mansion, swinging your bat ruthlessly into the woman's face. screams erupting from the both of them, in one of the most pure animalistic sounds humans can create, the sound of pure terror, you cant help but let a smile creep onto your face. this was your favorite part of your job.

you limp your way back to the mansion, now covered in blood and completely exhausted, atleast taking the time to dip your metal bat into the nearby stream.

finally arriving back in your bedroom and stripping off your ruined clothing that reek of death and changing into fresh ones, you crash into your bed. shaking slightly from all the adrenaline still pumping through your body.

you shoot up still on edge as u hear a knock on your door, "cmon y/n you left you leftovers outside, when will you learn to clean up after yourself?" sighing with annoyance you open your door, meeting eyes with ben. he was always fucking bothering you about something, yet he was still one of your best friends, you cant be too picky around here and you guys shared some interests. "wasn't me ben sorry." you say sighing and returning to the comfort of your bed, your body still aching.

"which other proxy kills people by completely bashing their faces in?" u turn around to face him with a defeated expressed, "okay fine it was me, can't i just leave it for EJ?" he just looks at you with that insufferable expression he always does "okay fine i'll go, i'll go!"

wandering back outside the mansion you set your course for the couples mangled bodies, as you reach the area you see a boy you don't recognize. he stands above the bodies seemingly just inspecting them, you grip you bat a bit tighter as you inch closer. "thi-iss your handywork?" as he speaks he turns up to look at you, granting you a better look at his face, seemingly unaffected by your presence, he must be a proxy.

"uhm.. yeah, i was coming to get the bodies." this boy unnerved you, sickly grey skin and a metal cage mask around his mouth showing very little of his mouth, two hatchets hanging low on his hips. "you must be.." his breathy and hoarse voice interrupted by his neck jerking violently to the side. "be a n-new proxy then"

you weren't exactly new, although it was hard to tell. memories of your old life becoming cloudy and harder to recall each day that passed, it had atleast been a couple months though. "new enough not to have met you i guess.." he tilts his head at you stepping over the bodies until there was an uncomfortable lack of distance between you two, what the fuck was this guys problem?

he scans your face seemingly as you meet his brown eyes, pupils blown wide and crazy, before he glanced down to your metal baseball bat. "i'm toby, i'm sure w-we'll be seeing eachother ah-around" he stares blanky at your face waiting for your reaction as he towered over you. "y/n" is all u say as he gives you a slight nod and steps past you, heading in the direction of the mansion.

there was something about this guy.. he was kinda creepy but something about him made you replay the moment over and over again, thinking of his wild eyes staring down at you. you try to shake off the weird interaction and step forward to the bloodied bodies.

"oh yeah, i think toby's back now, he was off on an assignment for a couple months." ben spoke as he continued mashing his controller buttons. he insisted you come over and play mario kart with him after he finally got his hands on a copy. "yeah i met him earlier.. what's his deal? he kinda freaks me out."

"do you remember that huge fire in that happened a couple years ago in the suburbs? totally whipped out the entire neighborhood, killed most of the people inside the houses too."

"oh yeah.. some girl who was in my math class died, she was all my school was talking about for weeks, endless assemblies and memorials." you surprise yourself with the words coming out of your mouth, the memory fleeting and fuzzy.

"well that was toby, killed his dad and set his house on fire. one time i saw him without a shirt on, he's got a bunch or gnarly burn scars.." ben seemed a little sad as he spoke which was odd because he rarely had any type of sympathy for anyone.

"that's pretty brutal.." is really all you can muster, you don't know what else to say. every proxy has their hands dirty with blood after all.

"ben oh-open up-pp!" you jump a little as you hear someone pounding on the door. "dude chill out, i'm coming." ben rises from his nest of pillows and blankets in front of his shitty old tv and lazily walks to the door.

"hey man, it's been a while." you can barely see who's outside the door, but you already recognize his raspy stutter. "ca-nnn i use your comm-computer?" "uhm yeah i guess, for what?" "for uhh.." he trails off as he seemingly notices your presence, eyes going slightly wide with a flustered expression on his face as you lock eyes.

"uhm nevermind i-i don't need it." he says bringing his eyes back to ben's face before hurrying off in the other direction leaving ben at his open door.

ben closes his door and returns to sitting beside you, "what the fuck was that? he's being so weird, well i mean, weirder then usual." he speaks annoyed before unpausing his game.

a/n: hey guys!! sorry this was short and ended kinda abruptly, i've been having bad writers block completing this -__- but regardless i hope u enjoyed. i'm super excited to continue this story and i already have future chapters planned, (probably gonna be a slowburn sorry guys)

[vixenihy]

Late Night Guilt

Summary: A few months after the Cuban Missile Crisis, Jack is still facing the stressful aftermath and his survivors guilt from the war certainly isn’t helping either. Just when he feels he’s out of luck, someone he loves dearly is there to help.

Tags/Notes + Pairing: jfk x jackie kennedy, hurt/comfort?, swearing, mentions of past infidelity, antiquated beliefs about emotions, stress, anxiety.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: this is my first fic! i’m not super experienced with writing jackie, i fear. but i noticed that there aren’t any jfk x jackie fics so i wanted to change that. i love these two, lol. the indents may be a bit off bc i wrote this on my phone and used the spacebar as substitutes for indents… sorry lol. the banner was made by me, and the border below belongs to @/menschenopfer !

God Damnit…

Jack lets out a quiet groan of frustration, biting his cheek and hoping that the interviewer didn’t hear him. He’d forgotten to take the medication for managing his nerves. Not like he can remember what it’s called, though. There's too many names to even begin to remember what the Hell it’s called.

The past few months have been nothing but stress; Paper after paper and interview after interview. It’s a total mess, and it’s his fault. The Cuban Missile Crisis was the closest the world came to ending; but who started this beginning to the end? Well, Jack blames no one but himself. He can barely resist the urge to tap his teeth with his fingers in front of the camera focusing on his face.

“Mr. President, after the close call with the Soviet Union and Cuba, a handful of Americans are curious about your story that led to you earning your Purple Heart. We know there is a movie coming out later this year, but would you care to give a little of your own personal perspective?” The interviewer asks. Jack clenches his jaw and tightly interlocks his fingers as a heavy pang hits his heart. The last thing Jack wants to be reminded of is the people who he failed to protect, the two people who died because of him. He can feel the guilt eating away at him as he speaks, his voice just as calm as his face.

“Oh, there isn’t much to say. They sank my boat, and we were stranded for a while. Then with the help of some of the natives, the Navy came and saved me and my crew.” Jack explains calmly, ignoring the burning hot fire, hours of pulling men to the boat, screaming the names of the men he’d lost till daybreak. The swimming, vomiting, starvation, the close calls with death, and the terrible guilt he faces to this day. He left out all of it. No one will know how he felt that day, because Kennedys don’t show how they feel. A real Kennedy never cracks.

Jack snaps back to reality just as the interviewer finishes scribbling his notes.

“Thank you Mr. President.”

—————

“Bunny, it’s okay if you want to talk…You know I'm here for you, don’t you?” Jackie presses as she helps to massage her husband's back. Usually, she wouldn’t press too much into his day and his issues as she believed it wasn’t right to bring up the stress of the day right after it had ended, but Jackie noticed how stressed he looked and how upset he seemed to be when she saw a glimpse of him when he was alone. It worries her. And though he had hurt her in the past with his philandering behavior, she knows why he acts the way he does and how he’s doing his best to change. So, she decides to focus on the future rather than the past.

“I know, Jackie…But I'm fine. It’s just that work is stressful. That’s all.” Jack sighs, laying his head in his arms and closing his eyes as Jackie helps to work the stress out of his body. He wishes that he could tell Jackie all about his day and vent his frustrations, but he finds himself biting his tongue. Men don’t talk about their feelings, especially not a Kennedy man. He can hear his parents chastising him in the back of his mind for even having such a thought. So, he just decides to let it go and switch the conversation.

“Thank you for helping me with my back, Kid…It’s been killing me for the past month. I think picking up Caroline at Christmas really aggravated it.” He continues, turning his head back ever so slightly to look at her. Jackie looks so beautiful with the dim lamp shining behind her, illuminating her figure like an angel. He doesn’t deserve her, how did he get so lucky?

“It’s alright, Jack. You certainly made her day.” She whispers with a chuckle, glancing into his faded green eyes and watching them spark with life, the Jack Kennedy she knows and loves seems to finally come to life.

——

The crackle of fire and the smell of oil taints the air as Jack slowly opens his eyes, groaning in agony as his back spasms. He goes to grab the nightstand, but only finds a cold metal surface beneath his hand. He stumbles as he pulls himself into a standing position, opening his eyes at last. His heart drops as he realizes where he is. He’s over a thousand miles from home, he’s in the same place he fought like Hell to escape from, he’s back.

The South Pacific.

Following the same routine he’s done a hundred times before, Jack leaps off the side of the creaking bow and swims out towards the voices of his crew. They scream and cry out for their skipper and their mothers, a haunting sound he’s listened to too many times before. Just as he’s about to reach one man, he sees a head disappear below the waves. Gasping with fear, Jack dives below the waves and claws his way downwards, the darkness of the sea making it impossible for Jack to see the face of the man he’s trying to save. But just as he reaches out, he slips out of his reach. And he helplessly watches the figure disappear into the dark abyss.

Jack awakes with a start, jolting to find himself back in the luxurious bedroom he’s lived in for the past few years. He sits up gently, bringing himself back to the present with a deep sigh. Attempting to alleviate his back pain, Jack brings his knees to his chest and lies his head on his arms. A tightness settles in his heart as guilt festers in his mind. He forces back a few tears as he remembers one of the hardest experiences of his life. Just before any tears begin to break through, he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Jack?” Jackie asks groggily, confused to see her husband awake so late. “What’s the matter, Bunny?” Wiping his eyes with his hand, Jack lies down onto his back.

“It’s nothing, Jackie. Just a bad dream is all…” He sighs, turning over onto his side.

“Go back to sleep, Kid. It’s alright..” Jack mutters. But before he can allow himself to drift off, he feels Jackie's arms wrap around him and hold him close to her body. At first, he seems uncomfortable by the touch his wife is giving him. It feels so foreign and uncomfortable. But as the seconds pass, he finds himself warming up to it…

“Maybe we can get away to Hyannis Port on Saturday. No press, no people, no work…Just us. It’ll be cold, but I think you need a break.” Jackie suggests, placing a kiss on her husband's neck and rubbing her thumb over his hand.

“I love you, Bunny.” She sighs, cuddling closer to Jack.

“I love you too, Jackie.” Jack smiles, shutting his eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.

[ninxre]

Akatsuki Duos Headcanons!!

⚠️: Sorry if some words come out wrong, English is not my first language, I know quite a bit, but I prefer to use Google Translate from time to time, so sorry again. T-T

ITACHI & KISAME: I have a very strong headcanon that Itachi makes jokes about his traumas, which are surprisingly funny, so much so that Kisame feels bad for laughing at them. Still on the subject of jokes, I believe that Itachi lives with a stoic and neutral expression for most of the day, until Kisame makes the most ridiculous joke and he laughs more than he should, sometimes even Kisame looks at him thinking "Was that really that funny?"

KAKUZU & HIDAN: One headcanon I have in particular regarding Hidan is that he can't read, which is why Kakuzu always reads the maps on missions, and whenever Hidan starts to stress him out too much, he puts the poor man to read it for him, but after the mission, Kakuzu gives him some basic lessons with the greatest patience in the world, like a real sensei.

SASORI & DEIDARA: After completing their missions, Sasori and Deidara have a battle of drawings of each member of Akatsuki, but there is never a winner or loser, because the drawings are always exploded before they are show it to anyone. Another headcanon is that they are always questioning each other's anatomy, Sasori has spent hours looking at Deidara's hands wondering if he has throats instead of veins inside his arm or something like that.

TOBI & DEIDARA: Whenever Deidara has an opportunity to see Tobi's face he takes advantage of it, he has even invited him to a bathroom or tried to break his mask on purpose, but he always fails. Tobi's face will always be the biggest question in his life.

KONAN & PAIN: Even though Konan was protecting Pain, at first, she couldn't look at him properly, seeing the carcass of the boy she loved (Yahiko) being controlled by her friend who was also almost dying (Nagato) It wasn't something easy to deal with, but after a conversation between the two, they became a duo again, they discovered that it wasn't easy for either of them, not even for Konan who saw neither for Nagato who controlled the corpse, and every now and then, she still gets uncomfortable looking at Pain and hates calling her friend that.

AND NO I WILL NOT INCLUDE ZETSU!

dividers credits: @miaupii & @menschenopfer

[neosprites]

I'm making a graveyard themed discord server and was wondering if you had any banners, blunkies, gifs and etc

[GRAVEYARDS: STAMPS AND BLINKIES]

pls credit if you use

stamps best seen on dark mode

two sizes of blinkies: 730x99 px and 150x20 px

I used this blinkies.cafe template for the plague doctor blinkie:

wash hands by Vinnie Sparklysatyrcat

I really wish I would've made the text match on the blinkies I made lol, oh well. I also found a lot on google just by searching "grave favicons" if you wanna try that. Just didn't feel like linking a bunch of non-tumblr posts. In terms of searching for gifs I mainly use tumblr and type in " 'key word' gif ", or the websites giphy or tenor.

Other graphics I found while searching:

one grave favicon here from menschenopfer

one grave favicon here from twishy

one divider with a grave from menschenopfer

one divider with graves from fawndollie

one graveyard stamp from unknown-till

one grave favicon from fawndollie

[h3llh0ound]

Introduction🖤✨

(Admin here, here are some quick rules for this. I am 18 but please keep the NSFW asks tamed unless I know you well enough and that you are not a minor. This is my oc not myself so please whatever Lillian says do not take it personally. Other ocs are allowed but only shipping is allowed with people I’m friends with)

(Dividers by @/menschenopfer)

About Lillian

Content warning: Lillian is a cannibal, a sadistic one as well. She can become hostile if she is threatened but I’ll most likely not ask too many of those asks if I get them. Also her past abuse maybe mentioned as well but any posts that can be triggering will have a warning.

Now some words from our lovely wolfie

“Well my current fake id says I’m 18 but I’ve been here for…too long now. My birthday funny enough is on Halloween , I don’t do much about it. I live with the sakamakis due to my…step father’s advice and I’ve mostly settled in.”

“I go to the same school with the sakamakis but I mainly hang around my friends Quinn and Kyoko. I hold them close to me”

“I guess it’s out the bag that I am technically, in vampire terms a cannibal but I would never harm a human”

“I like watching movies , I am able to just sit down and do nothing for hours without thinking too much. My favourite so far is Sweeney Todd”

“Ask me anything you want but please just- don’t be fucking weird or creepy. I’m looking at you Laito , I know you’re there”

“Although don’t waste your time asking if I have a favourite because I don’t they’re all dicks” (it’s laito)

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Die TKKG Folge "Hinterhalt am schwarzen Fels" ist ein absoluter Fiebertraum

Hab mich vor ein paar Nächten spontan für diese Folge entschieden, da ich was zum einschlafen gebraucht habe und dann ist es so wild geworden, das ich bis zum Ende wach geblieben bin. Hier ein paar meiner Favoriten in (fast) chronologischer Reihenfolge:

TKKG haben einen Millionärssohn eines Fastfoodriesen inklusieve Bodyguard in der Klasse, der unbedingt mit Gabi zusammen kommen möchte. Sein genialer Plan ist, das sein Bodyguard ein paar Schlägertypen angagiert um Tim zusammenzuschlagen, damit sich Gabi von ihm abwendet. Absolut lückenloser Plan

Gleichzeitig macht sich eine Terrorgruppe fertig, dass Internat zu überfallen um zwei Schüler zu entführen

Die Terroristen stürmen also die Schule, bedrohen alle Anwesenden mit Waffen und fallen in der Klassenzimmer von TKKG ein

Aber Überraschung, Überraschung die ganze Klasse ist eine Woche früher auf Klassenfahrt gefahren als erwartet und die Terroristen stehen in einem leeren Zimmer und ziehen unverrichteter Dinge wieder ab.

Der Grund warum das die Terroristen nicht gewusst haben, war, das der Anführer sein Handy verloren hat, ihm es aber zu peinlich war es seinen Mitverschwören und Informanten zu sagen, bekommt also die Info nicht mit.

Gabi erfährt im Bus von ihrem Vater, das is diesen Überfall gegeben hat. Aber anstelle, das die Klasse, die ganz klar das Ziel dieser Attake war, wieder nach Hause fährt, setzen sie die Fahrt fort.

Sowohl die Terroristen als auch die Schlägertypen folgen ihnen also auf die Klassenfahrt

Angekommen machen sich TKKG, zusammen mit Rebecca (?) (Tochter eines Gefängnisdirektors, wird später noch wichtig) auf, einen Spaziergang im Wald zu machen. Dort treffen hören sie einen Schuss, rennen auf eine Lichtung und treffen auf besagten Millionärssohn mit Bodyguard, die allem Anschein nach eine geschützte Taube geschossen haben. Tim stürzt sich also auf sie und geigt ihnen seine Meinung und wendet ein minimum an Gewalt an.

Promt kommen die beiden Schläger um die Ecke, die nun einen Grund haben auf Tim los zu gehen, das sie ja nur die Bodyguard "verteidigen"

Tim schlägt die beiden promt Krankenhausreif und sie gehen wieder zurück in die Jugendherberge.

Dort wollen sie natürlch herausfinden was los ist und brechen in deren Zimmer ein, wo Tim eine Liste mit Telefonnummern findet, die er sich aufschreibt.

Obwohl die Schule gerade erst überfallen wurde, macht sich die Klasse auf den Weg zu einer Nachtwanderung um den im Titel genannten "Schwarzen Fels" zu besuchen an dem natürlich Menschenopfer stattgefunden haben.

Auf dem Weg kommen sie an einem Wolfsgehege vorbei, wo Tim von seine*r Lehrer*in aufgefordert wird dich mal zu heulen, da er das schienbar so gut kann. Und die Wölfe antworten sogar. Laut ihm übt er immer unter der Dusche.

Am Fels angekommen stürzen sich die Terroristen aus dem Gebüsch. Nachdem die ganze Gruppe eingeschüchtert ist, suchen sie sich ihre Geiseln raus. Neben dem Millionärsbubi und Rebecca suchen sie sich noch vier vollig unwichtige Nebenpersonen raus, die man gleich vergessen kann.

ENDLICH fährt die Klasse wieder nach Hause.

Es wird auch die zu erwartende Lösegeldforderung verschickt, aber natürlich erkennt TKKG das da mehr dahintersteckt. Und natürlich hat das was mit Rebecca zu tun, da im Gefängniss ihres Vaters vor kurzen eine Gruppe Terroristen festgesetzt wurde.

Als Gabi Rebeccas Vater anrufen möchte erkennt Tim die Nummer als eine von denen die auf der Liste des Bodyguards steht. Als Versuch ruft Tim eine der anderen Nummern an die eine durchgestrichene ersetzt und natürlch erkennt Tim die Stimme des Anführes der Terroristen.

Die nächste logische Aktion ist es natürlich nicht die Polizei zu rufen, stattdessen fährt Tim zu besagten Bodyguard und schlägt auch diesen krankenhausreif um alle Infos zu bekommen.

KKG kommen kurze Zeit später hinzu und das erste was Tim sagt ist: "Wisst ihr die Nummer vom Notarzt, der wird hier gebraucht" (oder so ähnlich).

Natürlcih dürfen die Vier mit auf diesen Einsatz um neun Terroristen zu verhaften. Sie sitzen im Mannschaftswagen und Tim hat das einzige Fernglas an sich gerissen und obwohl sie den Wagen natürlich nicht verlassen dürfen, stürmen sie sofort nach drausen sobald sie ihre Mitschüler sehen.

Meine Mitbewohnerin, die gar keine Hörspiele konsumiert, musste sich schon gestern meinen Rant anhören und sie war sehr verstört.