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[miss-kennedy]

𝒃 𝒍 𝒐 𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 .ೃ࿐ 🎤

»»-----------► mariana (or mary). minor. she/her. selfshipper (duh). fanfic writer?. the only one who admits that is a background character in life

just a warning:

well, Dr. Delicate Touch mode, activate!

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𝐅/𝐎'𝐬

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Captain Hook (Disney's Peter Pan)

Jafar (Disney's Aladdin)

Bowser (Super Mario Bros. Movie

Yakko Warner (Animaniacs)

William Afton (FNAF)

Black Hat (Villainous)

Wally Darling (Welcome Home)

Negaduck (Darkwing Duck/2017! Ducktales)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Fushiguro Toji (JJK)

Syrup (Syrup and The Ultimate Sweet)

Treat (Lonely Wolf Treat)

Ryomen Sukuna (JJK)

Donatello Hamato (ROTTMNT)

Nikola Tesla (ROR/SNV)

Seto Kaiba (YGO: DM)

Caine (TADC)

Mari Ohara (LLSS; EXTREMELY POSSESIVE WITH HER, im uncomfortable sharing her)

John Carver/Eric Newlon (Thanksgiving)

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Dr. Facilier (The Princess and The Frog

Scar (The Lion King)

Heather McNamara (Heathers)

Ruby Hoshino (ONK)

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit (Disney)

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Bendy (BATIM)

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[st6rly]

they'll put an 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖑𝖊 in your hand but don't you dare 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖊 it

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[goldfades]

WHO DID THIS TO YOU?──RAFE CAMERON

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for this request, for my lovely jo! @wanderlusturous

─ summary | you and rafe are consumed by an obsessive love, where their madness is fueled by each other. you find exhilaration in pushing boundaries, testing each other’s limits, and the deeper you fall into your shared insanity, the tighter your bond becomes. when rafe finds you crying in your bedroom one day, he loses his shit and is thrown into a silent rage, seeking revenge. and you don't mind, not one bit.

─ pairing | rafe cameron x fem!reader

─ warnings | oh my god, where do i even begin?? obsessive rafe, like insane but reader reciprocates it. a few kisses but mostly just insane stuff. mention of drugging (not to reader), hacking (?), idk what else but this is lowkey insane...

─ ev's notes | im gonna be honest, i don't know if i like this... but lmk if yall enjoyed it. it's a little too dark-themed for me and i got into it until i reread it and realized that it was lowkey insane but hey!!! whatever!!! anyway, pls lmk if this was too dark.. or if you enjoyed it. also, sorry to any becca's out there, it was just the first name that popped up. any feedback is always very appreciated!

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The night is suffocating, thick with tension that mirrors the pulse racing in your veins. Every sound, every breath, seems amplified, as if the world knows what’s coming. You stand by the dock, your eyes on the dark water ahead, but your thoughts are elsewhere—on him.

Rafe.

You can already feel him, even when he’s not here. The way your skin hums when you think of him, the way your pulse skips in sync with his name. No one gets you like Rafe does. No one makes you feel like the world is spinning off its axis just by looking at you. He’s chaos, destruction wrapped in a pretty face, and you... you crave it.

The roar of an engine breaks through the night. You don’t turn, but a slow smile curls on your lips. You feel the heat of his presence before you even hear his footsteps.

“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” Rafe’s voice is a low drawl, but there’s something manic beneath it, something that sparks against the madness in you.

You turn your head slightly, just enough to catch his eyes. There’s that look again. That wild, possessive look that sets your blood on fire. He’s close now, so close you can feel the heat radiating off him, feel the tension in the air tighten like a noose around your neck.

“Neither could you,” you reply, your voice low, daring.

He grins, a sharp, dangerous thing. “You’re right. I can’t.”

His fingers brush your arm, just a ghost of a touch, but it’s enough to ignite something violent between you. This—this is what you live for. The thrill. The madness. The way Rafe looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him sane, and maybe that’s what scares you the most.

Because you’re not sane.

Not anymore.

You can’t even remember why you broke up with him a few months ago, but all you know is that it got overwhelming. There was something suffocating about it—about him. The way he always knew where you were, who you were with, what you were thinking before you even said it. At first, it was intoxicating, the way he could read you like no one else ever could, like you were the only two people on earth and no one else mattered. But then… it was too much. His intensity felt like drowning in quicksand, slow but relentless. And for a moment, just a moment, you thought maybe you needed air.

But standing here now, with the salt stinging your nostrils and the wind howling like some kind of omen, you can’t remember why you ever thought you could leave him.

Because there he is—Rafe Cameron, walking toward you like the world is his and you’re his prize, eyes locked on you in a way that makes your chest tighten, your stomach coil in knots. He’s dangerous in all the ways that matter. Not just because he’s reckless and violent (though God knows he is), but because of how he makes you feel. Alive, in a way that hurts. Like the rush you get standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing one wrong step and it’s all over, but you can’t stop yourself from leaning forward, just to feel the thrill of almost falling.

He doesn’t stop walking until he’s so close you can smell the gasoline and smoke on his clothes, the wild energy pouring off him in waves. He looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters, like you’re the oxygen he’s been deprived of for too long, and suddenly it all makes sense again. The madness. The break-up. The inevitable pull back to him.

“Why’d you leave me?” His voice is low, rough like gravel. His eyes burn with something fierce, and you can feel it sinking into you, clawing its way under your skin. He’s not asking because he doesn’t know. He’s asking because he wants to hear you say it.

You stare at him, heart pounding, pulse thrumming in your ears like a warning. But instead of stepping back, you step forward, closing the small gap between you two. Your breath mingles with his, the night air thick with unsaid things, and you feel like you’re standing on the edge of something irreversible. Like if you take one more step, there’s no going back.

But isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? The danger. The thrill. The sick, twisted excitement of being so intertwined with him that you forget where he ends and you begin.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, even though that’s not the full truth. You do know. You left because you were scared. Scared of how much you wanted him, needed him, even when it hurt. Scared of the fact that the line between love and obsession blurred so fast with him that you couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

His jaw tightens, and his hands, those rough, calloused hands that have touched you in ways no one else ever has, reach out. He grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, and for a moment, you swear you can see the wild, unhinged thing lurking just behind his eyes. It’s the same thing you see in yourself when you look in the mirror. The madness that ties you to him, binds you like a curse.

“You do know,” he says, voice dark and demanding. His thumb brushes your bottom lip, slow, like he’s testing how far he can push you before you break. “You just won’t say it.”

A shiver runs down your spine, but it’s not fear. It’s something else, something deeper. Something that feels like surrender and power all at once. You lean into his touch, letting his hand curl around the side of your face, the heat of him soaking into your skin like a drug.

“I couldn’t handle it,” you admit, the words thick and heavy in your throat. “You. Us. It was too much.”

Rafe’s lips curl into a smirk, but it’s not a kind one. It’s dark, possessive. “Too much? You know you liked it. You loved it.” His hand tightens slightly on your jaw, just enough for you to feel the edge of his control, like he’s reminding you who he is. What he is. “You loved me because of how fucked up we are. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

You swallow hard, heart thundering in your chest, because deep down, you know he’s right. You’ve never felt more alive than when you were with him, caught up in the madness of it all. The fights, the passion, the way you both pushed each other to the edge and then pulled each other back, only to do it all over again. It was twisted, dangerous, and wrong in every way, but that’s what made it irresistible.

“I did,” you confess, and it’s like a weight lifts off your chest, even as you feel yourself falling back into him, back into the chaos. “I do.”

The smirk fades, replaced by something darker, hungrier. His eyes search yours, looking for any sign of hesitation, any crack in your resolve. But there’s nothing. You’re not the same person who left him. Maybe you never really left at all.

Rafe’s hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until his lips hover just inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, and before you can respond, his mouth crashes into yours, hard and demanding.

It’s not gentle. It’s never been gentle with Rafe. His kiss is all teeth and tongue, like he’s trying to devour you, claim you all over again. And you let him, because deep down, you crave it just as much as he does. The fire, the chaos, the way he makes you feel like you’re spinning out of control but somehow exactly where you’re supposed to be.

When he pulls back, you’re both breathing hard, your lips swollen, your pulse racing like you’ve just run a marathon. His hands grip your waist now, pulling you flush against him, and you can feel the heat of his body searing into yours.

“Tell me,” he says, voice low and dangerous, his eyes boring into yours. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Your heart hammers in your chest, but you don’t hesitate. “I’m yours.” And you are, completely, utterly, unashamedly his.

And just like that, you’re back where you started.

───MONTHS LATER . . .

“God fucking damn it, if you don't tell me right now, I'm gonna lose my shit!” Rafe shouts, his voice cracking like thunder in the small living room as he throws the beer bottle against the wall.

Glass shatters everywhere, scattering across the floor, but you don’t even flinch. You’ve seen this before. Hell, you’ve lived it. The rage, the temper, the chaos—it's like a script you’ve both memorized by heart.

You lean back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching him like you would a caged animal—wild and unpredictable. He’s pacing now, his movements sharp and erratic, the muscles in his jaw clenched so tightly you wonder if they might snap. His eyes are wild, blue like ice but burning with something untamable, something dangerous. He’s teetering on the edge, that fine line between fury and desperation, and you know it won’t take much to push him over.

But you don’t care. Not right now.

“Rafe, calm the fuck down,” you say, your voice steady, almost bored. You know that’ll get to him. It always does. Nothing makes him crazier than when you don’t give him the reaction he’s fishing for.

His head snaps in your direction, eyes narrowing as he stalks toward you like a predator honing in on prey. He stops just inches away, towering over you, his chest heaving, breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. He’s so close now that you can smell the alcohol on his breath, feel the heat radiating off his skin. But you don’t move. You stand your ground, looking up at him with a calm that borders on defiance.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” he spits, voice laced with venom. His hands are balled into fists at his sides, knuckles white. “I’m sick of your bullshit! You think you can just stand there like you’re better than me, like you’re not a part of this, but guess what, baby? You are. You always have been.”

You tilt your head slightly, eyes narrowing as a slow smile creeps across your lips. “You’re being dramatic, Rafe,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “What, you gonna break something else? Or are you actually gonna say what’s bothering you for once?”

That does it.

He slams his hands down on the counter behind you, trapping you between his arms, his face just inches from yours. His eyes blaze with fury, but beneath it, you see something else—something raw, something that makes your stomach twist in knots.

“Don’t play games with me,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “I know what you’re doing. You think you can just push me around, mess with my head, and I’ll keep coming back like a fucking dog, huh?”

You meet his gaze, unblinking, heart racing in your chest but refusing to show it. You can feel the tension crackling between you like electricity, the air thick with it, suffocating. This is what it always comes down to with Rafe—this toxic push and pull, this need to break each other just to see what’s left after the pieces fall apart.

“You think I’m the one messing with your head?” you say, your voice low, challenging. “Maybe you should take a look in the mirror, Rafe. You’re not exactly innocent in this, are you?”

His jaw clenches, and for a moment, you think he’s going to explode. But instead, he just stares at you, eyes flickering with something dark, something primal. Then, slowly, he leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

“Innocent?” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear. “Baby, I’ve never claimed to be innocent. You knew exactly who I was when you got into this.”

You don’t flinch. You don’t pull back. Instead, you tilt your head slightly, your lips grazing the corner of his jaw as you whisper back, “Yeah, and that’s why I’m not scared of you.”

His breath hitches, just for a second, and you feel a surge of satisfaction. You’ve always known how to push his buttons, how to throw him off balance, even when he’s at his most dangerous. It’s a game you’ve played a thousand times before, and you both know how it ends—chaotic, messy, with both of you circling back to the same place.

But this time feels different.

There’s something darker in the way he’s looking at you, something that feels more like possession than anger. Like he’s not just mad because you’re fighting—he’s mad because he can’t stand the thought of you slipping away. Because he knows, deep down, that no matter how hard you push him, he’ll always want you. Need you.

“You don’t get to walk away from me,” Rafe says, his voice low, deadly. “Not this time.”

You feel his grip tighten on the counter behind you, his body pressing against yours as if he’s trying to fuse the two of you together, like if he holds on tight enough, you won’t be able to escape. But he doesn’t know, doesn’t understand that you’re already too far gone. That the very thing he’s holding on to is slipping through his fingers, and there’s nothing either of you can do about it.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” you say softly, a cold smile on your lips. “I can walk away whenever I want. I just choose not to.”

And with that, you duck under his arm, slipping out from between him and the counter. His eyes follow you, wide with disbelief, rage bubbling just beneath the surface. You know he’s about to lose it, to completely unravel. But you don’t turn back. Not yet.

Because this time, you want him to come after you.

And he always does.

Rafe’s eyes darken as you slip past him, and for a moment, the room goes deadly silent. The tension is thick, heavy like a storm cloud waiting to burst. You know exactly what’s coming, and it sends a thrill down your spine. You can almost feel it—the moment he snaps, the second his control shatters. It’s a twisted game, one you��ve played too many times before, and every time, you push him a little harder, a little further, just to see how far he’ll go for you.

You take slow, deliberate steps toward the door, your back turned to him, feeling the heat of his gaze sear into you. You don’t need to look back to know he’s watching, every muscle in his body tensed like a predator stalking its prey. The air feels electric, charged with a violence that’s always been just beneath the surface between you two.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” His voice cuts through the silence like a knife, sharp and biting. You stop, but you don’t turn around. Not yet.

“Does it matter?” you ask, voice calm, almost teasing. “I thought I could walk away whenever I wanted, remember?”

The silence that follows is deafening. You know you’ve hit a nerve. He hates when you challenge him, hates when you act like you have the upper hand. But that’s what makes it so addictive—pushing him to his limit, watching him unravel in front of you, knowing that no matter how hard he fights it, he’ll always come back to you.

Because he can’t help it. Neither of you can.

Suddenly, you hear his footsteps behind you, fast and heavy, and before you can react, his hand grips your arm, yanking you back toward him with a force that nearly knocks the breath out of you. He spins you around, his face inches from yours, eyes blazing with fury.

“You’re not fucking going anywhere,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. His grip tightens on your arm, fingers digging into your skin, but the pain only makes your pulse quicken, your breath hitch in your throat. There’s something about the way he looks at you—like he’s on the verge of losing control, like he’s barely holding himself together—that sends a thrill through you.

“Let go of me, Rafe,” you say, your voice daring him, even though you know you don’t really want him to.

He doesn’t. Instead, he pulls you closer, his other hand gripping the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him. His chest is heaving, his eyes wild, but there’s something else there, too—something desperate, like he’s terrified of losing you, like he’s clinging to you with everything he has left.

“You think you can just walk away?” he snarls, his breath hot against your face. “After everything? After all the shit we’ve been through? You really think I’m just gonna let you go?”

You meet his gaze, unblinking, your heart racing, but there’s no fear. Not with him. There never is. Instead, you feel the pull again—the twisted, sick need to see how far you can push him, how deep his obsession goes.

“I think you don’t have a choice,” you say, your voice steady, even though your pulse is hammering in your ears.

His grip tightens, his jaw clenched so hard you can see the muscles twitching beneath his skin. For a second, you think he’s going to snap—really snap—but then, just as quickly, something shifts in his expression. The anger doesn’t fade, but it’s joined by something darker, something raw and consuming.

“You’re wrong,” he whispers, his voice barely audible but laced with danger. “You don’t get to decide when this ends. I do.”

Before you can react, his lips crash against yours, rough and demanding, as if he’s trying to prove a point. It’s not a kiss; it’s a claim, a reminder that you belong to him, whether you want to admit it or not. His hands tighten on you, pulling you impossibly closer, and you can feel the tension in his body, the barely restrained violence simmering just beneath the surface.

But instead of pulling away, you kiss him back with just as much fire, matching his intensity. It’s always been like this between you two—this chaotic, messy whirlwind of emotion that neither of you can control. You push, he pulls, and somewhere in the middle of it all, you find something that feels like love, even though you both know it’s something darker, something more dangerous.

When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard, your lips swollen and bruised. His hand stays on the back of your neck, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that’s both possessive and tender, like he’s reminding himself that you’re still here, still his.

“You’re mine,” he says, his voice rough, eyes blazing as he stares down at you. “You’ve always been mine.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. There’s a part of you that wants to fight it, to push him away and run as far as you can. But there’s a bigger part of you, a darker part, that knows he’s right.

You’re his. You always have been.

“Yeah,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper. “I’m yours.”

The words hang in the air between you, thick and heavy, and for a moment, everything else falls away. The anger, the tension, the broken glass on the floor—it’s all background noise now. All that matters is the two of you, standing here in this twisted, fucked-up mess of a relationship, knowing that no matter how many times you try to break free, you’ll always end up right back here.

With him.

Rafe’s grip on you softens, just slightly, and for the first time in what feels like hours, the intensity in his eyes eases. But it’s still there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the next time one of you decides to test the limits again. Because there will be a next time. There always is.

“You’re not leaving me again,” he says, his voice softer now, but no less serious. “Not ever.”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Because deep down, you know that no matter how much you might want to, no matter how many times you tell yourself you can walk away, you won’t.

You never could.

And Rafe knows it, too.

───

You don’t usually cry. Not ever. Tears are something you’ve learned to bury deep down, hidden under layers of indifference and biting sarcasm. But tonight, they come, hot and angry, streaming down your face as you sit curled up on the edge of the bed, hands trembling in your lap. The weight of the evening presses down on you, your mind reeling from everything that happened.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not tonight.

Your phone buzzes again on the nightstand, but you ignore it. You can’t deal with it right now. You don’t want to see the messages or hear the apologies. You don’t want to relive what just went down.

You wipe at your face roughly, trying to pull yourself together, but it’s no use. The shaky breath you let out only betrays you further, and you feel the tears well up again. You bite your lip to keep from making a sound, not wanting him to hear you.

But, of course, Rafe hears everything.

The door swings open, and Rafe steps inside, his broad frame filling the doorway. He looks at you, really looks at you, and in an instant, his expression darkens. His blue eyes narrow as they sweep over you, taking in the tear-streaked face, the hunched shoulders, the way your body is wound tight like a coiled spring, ready to snap. His jaw tightens, and you can practically feel the shift in the air around him.

“What happened?” His voice is low, dangerous, barely restrained. It’s not a question—it’s a demand.

You shake your head, trying to brush it off. “It’s nothing, Rafe. Just forget it.”

But you know better than to think he’ll let it go. The second you met him, you realized Rafe Cameron isn’t the kind of guy who “forgets” anything.

He moves closer, the tension in his body palpable. He’s not pacing like he usually does when he’s angry. This is different. Controlled. Focused. Like he’s honing in on the source of your pain, ready to eliminate it. He crouches down in front of you, one hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. His touch is firm, possessive, but not rough—not yet.

“Tell me what happened,” he says again, his eyes boring into yours. “Who did this to you?”

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should even bring it up. You know how Rafe gets—how he reacts when someone hurts you. And this time, it wasn’t just anyone. It was someone close. Someone you thought was your friend.

“It’s—” You start, but your voice cracks, and you quickly bite down, trying to steady yourself. “It was…Becca.”

“Becca?” The name drops like a lead weight between you two, and you can see the recognition flare in his eyes. Becca, your friend for years, the one person outside of him you’ve always trusted. The one person he’s always been wary of.

Rafe’s grip tightens slightly, his thumb brushing over your jaw in a way that makes your pulse race. His voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper. “What did she do?”

You hesitate, but the words spill out before you can stop them. “She—she said some things. At the party tonight. She called me out in front of everyone, said I was using you, that I only stuck around for the money, the attention. She tried to turn everyone against me, Rafe. She made me look… weak.”

His face hardens instantly, and for a split second, you see something flash in his eyes—something dark and lethal. The kind of rage that makes your breath catch in your throat, even though you know it’s not directed at you.

“She said what?” His voice is so low now, it’s almost a growl.

You nod, swallowing hard, feeling the burn of humiliation all over again. “I don’t know why she did it. I thought she was my friend.”

Rafe lets out a slow breath, and the air around him feels like it’s vibrating with the intensity of his anger. He stands up abruptly, pacing the room, running a hand through his hair as if trying to keep himself from completely losing it. But you know it’s too late for that.

“I’ll fucking kill her,” he mutters under his breath, but you hear every word. “I’ll ruin her life.”

“Rafe—” You start to protest, but he cuts you off with a sharp look.

“No. No one talks to you like that. Not her, not anyone.” His voice is clipped, sharp, like he’s barely holding back the full force of what he’s feeling. “You don’t deserve this shit. Not from her, not from anyone.”

His protectiveness borders on obsession, but you can’t help but feel a strange comfort in it. It’s twisted, but there’s something about the way Rafe reacts to these things—like the whole world can burn as long as you’re safe—that makes you feel… seen. Important.

“I’m going to fix this,” he says, more to himself than to you, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “She thinks she can talk shit about you? In front of everyone? Humiliate you? Nah. She’s going to regret it. I’ll make sure of that.”

“Rafe,” you say softly, trying to reach for him, but he’s too far gone. You can see it in the way his eyes have glazed over, already plotting, already deciding exactly how he’s going to destroy Becca.

And part of you wants to stop him. Part of you knows that this isn’t the answer, that maybe you should handle it differently, like a normal person would.

But you’re not normal. Not anymore.

“I’m serious,” he says, turning to face you again, his expression deadly serious. “No one fucks with you. Ever.”

His intensity washes over you, and for a second, you feel like you can’t breathe. But at the same time, it fills you with a sense of power, knowing that he’s willing to go to these lengths for you. That he’ll protect you at all costs, no matter how destructive it gets.

You stand up slowly, crossing the room until you’re in front of him, your hand resting on his chest. “Just… don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

Rafe’s eyes flicker down to you, and for a brief moment, you see a softness there, a flicker of the boy beneath all the rage and chaos. “I won’t. But I’m not letting this go.”

You nod, knowing there’s no point in arguing with him. This is who he is—who you both are. Twisted, obsessive, reckless. But it works. Somehow, it works. And deep down, you don’t really want him to let it go.

A few months later, and somehow everything goes to shit for Becca.

It starts small—things that could almost pass as bad luck. First, her new car gets keyed, deep scratches across the side that no amount of buffing can fix. Then her social media accounts get hacked, posts disappearing, weird comments being left on other people’s pages, like someone is deliberately screwing with her life piece by piece. She brushes it off at first, because Becca’s tough. She’s the type of girl who bounces back quickly, who doesn’t let things get under her skin.

But then things escalate. Quickly.

She gets benched during a big volleyball game when her coach suddenly pulls her aside and questions her attitude. The team captain claims Becca’s been talking shit about the coach behind her back, stirring up drama with teammates. The problem is, Becca never said any of it. But now, she’s got a reputation, and people are starting to look at her differently.

Still, she fights through it, determined not to let it get to her. Becca’s always had her eye on the prize: her full ride to UC Berkeley, where she’s set to play volleyball at the college level. That’s her future. Her escape. Nothing can touch that.

Until it does.

The call comes one morning, out of nowhere. Becca’s shaking as she listens to the voice on the other end of the line, her heart plummeting as her coach tells her the news.

“We’ve received the results of your recent drug test, Becca,” the coach says, his voice stern but somehow apologetic. “I’m sorry, but you’ve tested positive for a banned substance.”

Becca’s head spins, her mouth going dry. “That’s impossible,” she blurts out, panic rising in her chest. “I don’t do drugs. I don’t—”

“I know this is hard to hear,” the coach cuts her off, his voice firm. “But the results are what they are. This disqualifies you from the scholarship and the team. UC Berkeley has revoked your offer.”

The words hit her like a sledgehammer. She feels the ground tilt beneath her, everything she’s worked for slipping through her fingers in an instant. She argues, pleads, tries to explain, but the decision is final. There’s nothing she can do.

And that’s when she starts to see it, to feel the weight of something much bigger pressing down on her. This isn’t just bad luck. It’s not a coincidence that her life is unraveling at the seams. No, this feels orchestrated, like someone’s been pulling the strings behind the scenes, watching her fall apart.

That someone is Rafe Cameron.

Rafe can be physical—he wouldn’t hesitate to swing on anyone he deems a threat. But Rafe isn’t a dumbass. He knows that not everything should be dealt with by violence. Some things are better handled with precision, with patience, with slow, deliberate destruction. He knew that punching Becca in the face wouldn’t satisfy him, wouldn’t give him the kind of control he wanted over the situation.

So instead, he used his connections, his money, his influence, all of the tools at his disposal to dismantle her life bit by bit. A hacked account here, a few whispers to the right people there. He didn’t need to lay a finger on her to destroy her. He just needed to plant the seeds of doubt, to set off a chain reaction, and then watch it all come crumbling down.

The drug test? Easy. A little slip of something into her drink at a party when she wasn’t paying attention, followed by a tip-off to the testing agency. The rumors about her trash-talking her coach? Carefully spread by a few well-placed texts to her teammates, pretending to be her. Her social media? That was just for fun, a way to throw her off balance and make her feel like her world was spiraling.

And it worked.

You know all of this, of course. Rafe never bothers to hide things from you. In fact, he’s proud of it, proud of the way he’s dismantled Becca’s life without so much as breaking a sweat. He tells you about it one night while you’re lying together, his arm draped lazily over your waist as he whispers in your ear.

“She thought she could fuck with you,” he murmurs, his voice dark, satisfied. “But now she knows. No one touches what’s mine.”

You should feel guilty. You should feel something for Becca, after all those years of friendship, of thinking she had your back. But all you can feel is a sick sense of satisfaction, like the universe has finally corrected itself. Becca messed with the wrong person, and now she’s paying the price. And as twisted as it is, you can’t help but feel a little thrill at how far Rafe was willing to go for you, how meticulously he destroyed her without you even asking him to.

“You really did all that?” you ask, your voice low, a smirk tugging at your lips.

Rafe shifts beside you, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your neck. “I told you, baby. No one fucks with you and gets away with it.”

You turn your head to meet his gaze, and there’s something dangerous in the way he looks at you, something possessive and wild. It should scare you, but it doesn’t. Not anymore.

Because the truth is, you like it. You like how far he’s willing to go for you, how far he’s willing to take it. There’s something intoxicating about the way he loves you—twisted, obsessive, and all-consuming. It’s not healthy, not normal, but it’s yours. And that’s enough.

You press your lips to his, kissing him fiercely, feeling the heat between you two ignite once again. Rafe kisses you back just as hard, his hands gripping you tightly, like he’s reminding you that you’re his and no one else’s.

As you pull back, your breath ragged, you glance at him, your voice barely above a whisper.

“She won’t come near me again.”

“No,” Rafe says, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. “She won’t.”

And in that moment, you both know it’s true. Becca’s done.

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[noire999]

•°. *࿐ imagine! Nanami Kento x reader •°. *࿐

•°. *࿐ cw. 18+, MDNI, spanking, pet names, established relationship

(a/n: wanted to add fingering but I got lazy now, was supposed to post this on Valentine's 😞 hope u like it!)

reqs are open??? pls read my carrd first tho! give me ideas to write 🤭

You were so glad that you purchased that white lingerie the other day. Sending him that risque photo in the middle of his meeting. Remembering how your boyfriend looked so entranced when he got home at your shared apartment, presenting yourself for him tonight, especially for Valentine's. He looks at you, seeing in an all white lingerie that highlights your curves. You twirled yourself for him, he's looking at you like a prized possession. But what really caught his eyes was how your white panties looks so cute on your ass, and he can't wait to fuck you in it.

“You're so pretty for me, darling.” Nanami grabs your chin rubbing with his thumb giving you an open mouthed kiss. You kiss him back and tells you to bend over on his lap. And you do so, like the good girl you are.

“You know what to do, right sweetheart?” He asks you as he rubs your soft backside. You nod. He gropes your beautiful ass, feeling the material in his fingers. He loosens up his necktie, kissing each of your hands first before wrapping his tie around your hands.

You jolt as he gives no warning when he gives it a hard slap. Before squeezing your plump ass. He doesn't admit it out loud but he likes it when your ass gets red from spanking and squeezing it with his hand.

“Tsk. I thought you knew what to do, sweetheart? Lets try again.” He teased you as he arranged your panties.

“‘m sorry, sir…” He grabs your ass once again as he slaps it.

“One.” You whined. Two, and it became three. Every slap made you wince so good, and every slap made your pussy clench on nothing. He loved seeing your ass recoil everytime he slapped it so hard. You counted until ten, when he rubs your ass softly.

“Such a good girl for me.”

[aspenonpawzzz]

HENLO! (pls read )

Hi-hi-hi!

My name is Aspen! I’m the host of the Canis Constellation. My pronouns are They/them and It/its, so please use gender-neutral, non human terms when refering to me! I am a TransAlterine Omniromantic Asexual, and support All identities (except p3d0s, z0()s, maps, dreamsexuals, or other thing such as those!) NO POLITICS PLEASE (alterine https://yb3.fandom.com/wiki/Alterine)

term hoard sideblog: @aspens-hoard

ASPEC MAFIA COMMANDER!

@aspec-warriors Mafia acc

I am :

a Leo, a 5, a chaotic nutural, introvert ,and a INTJ, plus a red fox, Mexican coy-wolf, and AA wolf THERIAN!

I Mostly shitpost/reblog, but my main theme is The owl house, alterhuman, fandom and art posts!

I have dislexia, discalucla, and disgraphia, along with AuDHD, triocotillamania and MaDD. I’m a median gateway system, with a Monoconscious! I still use I/me but also we/us!

Our system side blog is @canis-constellation

I am a vulture culturist, mask maker,a cosplayer, a quadrobist, a fanfic writer, a fan artist, and my aesthetic is Goblincore and cryptidcore!

my favs:

-turn off the lights (panic! at the disco) {IT GOES SO HARD}

-green

-Oh geeez, not again. (band)

-wolfwalkers

-the owl house

-Spirit of the north

-wild rescuers

-fox

-taiga

Questioning cryptid kin of some kind, possibly Runalong!

I AM A MINOR, SO NO FUNNY BUSINESS

Our Alters!

✨🌳 aspen |15.5 mentally| {they/it} [Madd, AuDHD] /Omniromantic ace\ ' “human”/ Alterhuman’ <The Creator,Multiversal vessel>

💦💫 Polaris |400| {They/them} [Madd] /Aroace\ 'divine being' <Sentinel of the stars, they the divine>

briar 🪶🥀 |16| {They/Them} [ADHD] /Asexual Aromantic\ ‘Grimwalker’  <Silver scout>

Hunter/phantom🪶🐺{He/they/it/canine themed neos} |16| [Autism, C-PTSD] /Biromantic Asexual\ 'shapeshifting grimwalker' <He who guards, The Golden Guard, It who transforms>

Hycan 🐺🔩 {He/it, } |16/17| [Autism] /aroace\ ‘human’ it does have a animatironic form but it prefers human form (credit to @wolfsnooze for AU) <None currently>

Salem 🔪 🩸 |13.5| {it/Its, ok with masc terms} [Sociopathy, Unable to feel Love (A-spec)] /Aroace\ 'Void-kin'  <Death, It who comes for all, Grim-reaper>

River 🌊🐺|16.3| {it/they/wolf themed neos} [Autism] /omni ace\ ‘werewolf’ (in qpr/relationship with phantom) <none currently>

Information :

tags:

aspen yips: silly stuff

aspen speaks (REAL): importiant

aspen barks: alterhuman stuff

aspen squeals: fandom/ hyperfixtion

aspen crows: neurodivergency

aspen howls: creative

[instert word or something]] Au: a au of mine Phantom posting: fictionkin/ hunter related stuff

screaming into the void: system stuff.

AU MASTERLIST

DNI:

anti-lgbtq+, people who ship canon (insert sexuality) with (instert gender that the person is NOT attracted to) ei, a lesbian with a male, anti-furry,anti-therian,anti-vulture culture,anti-quadrobics, 18+ or kink blogs, if you’re older that 18(unless I knew you before you turned 18, or pass The Vibe Check{stalk ur blog}) , ableists, racists, exculionist, The works.

PLEASE INTERACT:

Alterhumans (Therians, otherkin, otherkith, otherhearted, animal hearted,otherlink,copinglink, furrians[furry therians], holotheres, soul shards, phytanthropes, and ANY OTHERS PLEASE ) furries, TOH or gf fans, artists and writers and cosplayers and musicains, freaks and werdios, vulture culturists, quadrobists, mogia and liom, enbies and enbyfluxes, fictionkins and fictives, systems,LGBTQIA+and people with decency.

PLEASE DO NOT:

treat me lesser/younger than you, treat me like a child, call me human, or person/people, talk Abt politics ,or involve me in such matters, repost(reblogging is fine) my ideas.

RANDOM OTHER BLOG RULES

This is a "Ship and let ship" blog. only exceptions are "insert orenation" with "a gender orenation is NOT attracted to" , Minor with not minor, [age] with [ age more than 2-3 years apart] aroace with anyone, bully x victim (ie bochlow) villian x hero with in certain bounderies, ab#sive or toxic ships, or proships.

NO HATING/DISSING ON OTHERS SHIPS. ANY WILL BE BLOCKED.

any aggressive hating/ threats will be blocked. only z0()s, n3cr0s, p3d0s, and other harmful “philia”s are allowed to be hated on here. if you support/are these, find help and leave this blog. this is not for you.

gatekeeping is not allowed. at all.

support of KOSA and other things like this is not allowed.

take your discorse and politics elsewere. this is a fun blog for fun stuff.

I am a minor, if +18 dni unless I, a trusted person, or a mewtual vet your blog.

I WILL SPAM LIKE AND REBLOG.

I use tonetags.

I AM ONLINE 7-2:50 ON THE WEEK, EXCEPT TUESDAY, WHICH IS 8-10, then 1-3.

Biggest Mewtual- @justalexisfine

I CAN SEE RUNALONGS!

‼️If you request anything,(pfp especially) CREDIT ME‼️

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY BLOG! <3

[swarayaps]

INTRO POST + FRIEND APPLICATION <3

oh boy, this might be a bit long... but it's worth your read, i promise!

hello hello~! swara here from my main @swaramalani !! so this is my first post here on my secondary blog, where i'll be— yep, you guessed it— yapping as fuck.

﹒✧ name : swara <3 ﹒✧ age : 17 ﹒✧ from : india! (IST) ﹒✧ prns : she/they ﹒✧ sexuality : sapphic abro (+taken!!)

﹒✧ purpose of this blog : to pour the chaos out of my mind and into words. and make some 4lifers along the way.

﹒✧ hobbies and the sorts : (i have a list of hobbies n interests so be prepared lol) writing, singing-songwriting, art, listening to music (!!), making digital products (including aesthetic discord servers, notion dashboards, subliminals, carrds, wallpapers, etc.), animanga + series, movies, manifestation, gaming (occasionally; genshin impact + ddlc), content creation, streaming (again, sometimes), being queer as shit, being addicted to social media, aesthetics, blogging + more! (pretty much anything and everything that catches my attention) ﹒✧ current obsessions : social media (discord, tumblr, pinterest, instagram, spotify not exactly a social media, but you get my point, youtube), 13 reasons why, random shit on youtube that gives you the chills or makes you paranoid (like this), sanrio, patreon, overworking myself, my kuromi plushie, the cute barbie merch from miniso (and the whole of miniso itself, ngl), arcade gaming, cafes (!!) + more!

﹒✧ list : i'll list some of the fandoms i'm into and some music artists i like! not ALL tho, since that'll end up taking the entirety of the post lol ﹒✧ music artists + bands : taylor swift, conan gray, chappell roan, girl in red, megan thee stallion, julia wolf (SUPER underrated, HUGE fan. if you're into her music, pls pls pls hmu !!), ayesha erotica, shayne orok, ariana grande, cigarettes after sex, sabrina carpenter, doja cat, penelope scott, lana del rey + more! (do keep in mind tho, that i mostly just listen to random music by random artists; whatever i like basically) ﹒✧ animanga + series + movies : sasaki to miyano, attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen, horimiya, kimi ni todoke, boku no hero academia, haikyuu!!, junji ito maniac, ginny and georgia, gilmore girls, heartstopper, 13 reasons why, moonknight, all of us are dead, loki, descendants movie series, everything disney + mcu, the princess diaries, mean girls + more!

﹒✧ dni + dislikes : basic dni criteria. dni if: lgbtqphobic, racist, hater, sexist, rude etc etc etc. basically just be a decent person. "i'll respect you as long as you don't disrespect somebody else's existence." also, dni if: -15/21+, cishetero males (got nothing against the men, but... i've just had some bad experiences with them online, most of which include them wanting to date me) as for dislikes, i can't really say i dislike much things, but keep politics and religion out of the convo.

﹒✧ socials : @/swaramalani everywhere: instagram, patreon, discord, pinterest, twitter, youtube, soundcloud, spotify. so stalk me/add me all u want xx (ps: bonus points if you're from india!!)

created : 15/11/2024 3:48 pm (friyay)

[fourse]

Joe

hi my name is vin and Dante andddd I do stuff sometimes

here’s some important info:

-minor

-sys host

-I forget everything pls remind me if you tell me stuff I have shit memory PLS/gen

-neurodivergent

-guess my birthday and I’ll toss you a penny

-learning Italian and Russian but pls don’t speak to me in those languages if much rather be spoken to in english

-feel free to flood my inbox with questions or just random shit lol

-I reblog / post whatever I want [different fandoms , food , animals , anything]

-MY PLATONIC BOYFRIEND @w33zerbluealbum!!

-pretty tone deaf, pls use tone tags when speaking to me

Other blogs;

@twigtism ; personal/vent acc

@winnerstan ; clock rp blog

@jackalopeparty ; otherkin blog

I have another blog , if you’re curious what it is dm me [ I only give it out to mutuals / friends ]

my carrd [pls read

fandoms (ones highlighted are main):

8:11

inanimate insanity

bfdi

Warrior cats

pokemon

Hfjone

regretevator

Mlp

ride the cyclone

clone high (sort of)

yfmts (don’t listen to the music(sort of)

wof

panty and stocking

dts

psycho girl

That should be it ig :3

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[aaaaaaaaaaaa-hey-its-jude-or-bee]

Main page;

Welcome, be respectful and kind towards everyone here, if you don't like anything I have, you can leave kindly, I am using photos of cats to make each part seperated.

Jake is going to make me lose my marbles.

The pollen(newer people!);

🦇 anon

The honey(;

@spooky-bunnys & @demonic-spooky-bunny (they're so lovely so you can go look at them!! Same person!!), (ok I got the ok for tagging Sirius guys let's GOOO!!!!!!) @cupiddoves they're here to read, 🫚 anon now as well omg

Introduction,,

Update; Bee's carrd omg!!?!?!

Yhhhhfhghg goodnight I'm going insane

HiHihI my name is Bee//Cedric//Brian

My pronouns are

He/His/Him

🏳️‍⚧️trans man🏳️‍⚧️

I'm 🇨🇦Canadian indigenous🤍💛♥️🖤🇨🇦

I will write HCs, small stories and other things.

Let's get into the bigger shit

What I won't write

Female readers.. YOU HAVE OTHER WRITERS WHO WILL WRITE THAT.

Noncon/Con-Noncon(BC it feels icky,,)

Rape

Pedophile shit

Incest

Child/adult

Ageplay

Any kinks that have liquid other than cum

Domestic abuse

Abuse

Pregnancy kinks or just pregnancy in general

Giving BIRTH???

Nothing to do with child birth.

Im not writing fucking sexual assault.

In between

Age difference (Not a fresh adult BC ....creepy) I'll write like only readers 25 years of age to whatever age the other character is at.

A/O/B verse stuff /this is a yes.

What I will write

Fluff & wholesomeness

Smut and angst

Natural kinks

A little bit of choking but not full on choking.

Small TINY knife play if you're interested in that, but I'm not writing characters stabbing you or you stabbing them.

Bondage is ok

For the smut I might go full if you want or just small if I'm not feeling up to writing a lot of smut(depends on the character too)

MLM and TMLM yes I'll write for.

Some hybrid and monster au stuff

A lot of fluff and just sweet stuff.

Ok I come back to add Omegaverse I will genuinely write for that too now.

I’ll add cum and tears because it’s normal, other than that no weird stuff guys.

Ion mind anything!! But beware that some people will send smut asks so!!

Fandoms;

Stardew valley (+Expanded)!!

Dead by daylight!!

Slashers

TF2 (I'm trying to know all characters pls bare with me for this one)

Left4dead (+2)!!

Call of Duty and Cold war!!(I love sims and Adler from cold war,,, and I LOVE Gaz sm from modern warfare,,)

Marble hornets

Animal crossing new horizons as well

DC

Movie fandoms.

OCTONAUTS!!!!!

stranger things

The walking dead.

Sweet tooth

Titans (with Dick Grayson and Rachel ykyk?? Not like the anime, I never seen that)

Black summer

The rain

TAU

The mist

[talking-2-the-wall]

Welcome!!

Name's Mono (Online name: Cheezcak)

An enby silly billy with an intense geometry hyperfixation

Carrd Pronouns Pg.

ALT: @cheezcak-crumbs

I do hope you'll enjoy your stay :3

Therians, Furries, otherkin, welcome!

LGBTQIA+ members welcome!

All are welcome, to shorten it.

Hate, disrespect, or oveall grossness will not be tolerated!!

My friends!! Partner: @strangesunny / @kristhegreat Best friend since forever: @harulovesmcr Bestie for the restie with no choice: @artsyaddict

"I'm not your plan B anymore."

My creations!! Ostensible Rings of Hell (STILL NOT AVAILABLE YET!! its a big project ^^;) C4NDL3L1GHT (WIP)

(NOTE: these are Google docs, so if you see some editing going on while you're reading, pls don't hover!! it edits my performance and makes me do stupid shit that I don't think through >.<)

[lilithknoxville]

hello! ✨

so like. the jackass brainrot has hit an all time high and i finally succumbed to making a jackass / johnny themed tumblr.

my carrd is https://lilithknoxville.carrd.co but like if you don’t wanna read all that, keep scrolling to find a very basic about me :)

my name is lilith! you can totally call me lily if you want - i really don’t care either way

i’m 23! i was born in september and im a virgo

i’ve been in love with johnny since i was six years old, but i was also a bam girlie too lol. i’m more of a johnny and chris girl now but i will forever hold a soft spot in my heart for bam. him and johnny will forever be the loves of my life 🩷

im a writer! i’ll more than likely be posting little stories and stuff on here! thats why i made this tumblr lol. most of my friends think im annoying for how much i talk about jackass / johnny so i needed a place to scream LOL

that’s really it for the most part! you’re more than welcome to send me a message or whatever. or pls jump into the asks and give me story ideas 🥲 im but an eel and never have any good ideas on my own

Below the Read More are links to stories I’ve posted! This list will be ever growing so keep checking back here for quick links to all of my stories!

Key:

🩷 - Fluff 🖤 - Smut 💙 - Angst

Johnny Knoxville

Quickie 🖤

Needy 🖤

Barbells and Bitemarks 🖤

Only You 🩷💙

Don’t Say That I Didn’t Warn You 💙

Jess Margera

Unexpected Harmony 🩷

[nightlylaments]

— nightlylaments. a writeblr reintroduction.

heyy, writeblr! it's been a while since I joined the community, and i've been pretty inactive, so I thought I should reintroduce myself. also, since I have more than one wip now, I thought it was time for me to make a master list even though three of them don't have any posts yet. all of my works will contain black mc's, other poc characters, and mentions of mental health. i mainly write fantasy, but i want to get into mysteries and poetry. i am also tag and ask friendly. i love talking about my wips so pls don't hesitate to ask questions. carrd | pintrest | spotify

about me.

my name is Tee, she/her, 22, and I am an African American from tx.

I'm a recent college graduate with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice

I enjoy writing fantasy, magical realism, and mysteries

in my free time, I like to read, cook, and paint. I also enjoy playing games, photography ( I have two film cameras), and listening/finding new music

my wips.

she who owns tragedy | a na dark fantasy.

a girl made of destructive magic and a boy made of shadows. their fates are tied together by prophecy, and they can either save or end the world. [ introduction ] . [ tag ] send an ask to be +/-

midnights in ebondvalley | na fantasy romance with a hint of mystery and horror.

twilight meets nacy drew in louisiana with southern gothic vibes.

the anatomy of a heart | magical realism.

romeo and juliet retelling that follows a girl from a family whose women are cursed to lose pieces of their hearts after heartbreak. chronicles the boys and men who have stolen pieces of her.

untitled | horror and magical realism.

think Jennifer's body and ginger snaps, but the mc is the token black girl, and it explores black feminine rage.

ungodly hours | gothic romance tinged horror and murder mystery.

a girl is raked with grief when her best friend is found dead, his brother wants nothing but vengeance. when the police refuse to help, he takes the case into his own hands, forcing him to make a deal he's not sure he can keep. [ introduction ] . [ tag ] send an ask to be +/-

✧ will be updated as i post/update wips ✧

[jester-jpeg]

get to know this blog

my name: ashley

nicknames: ash/lele

pronouns: they/she/he/moon

big age: 17

little age: 4-9

☾⋆⁺₊🎧✧

my carrd link <3

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hello !! just so you all know, I am indeed an age regressor. I regress both voluntarily and involuntarily as a stress response.

now, this is NOT an agere blog. this is my main blog, i post any and everything on here. i’m both big and little while on my tumblr, so pls keep that in mind. however, i do try to keep it as sfw as possible because when i am regressed, i only use tumblr or youtube and i don’t want little me to see anything i’d be uncomfortable with.

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DNI LIST:

racist

homophobic

ableist

transphobic

pro-shipper

map

“super straight”

anti-agere

have an nsfw blog

over 25 yo

under 13 yo

sh blogs

ed blogs

anti-xenos

anything even remotely related to negativity and hate towards any form of minority

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FANDOMS: criminal minds, fnaf, cookie run ovenbreak, haikyuu, mha, honkai star rail, helluva boss, hazbin hotel, tadc, acnh, disney, stray kids, twilight, mlp, and more.

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thank you to everyone who read this through, i love you all so much!!

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[amoripomoea]

welcome to my blog/intro post!! pls read before you follow ty <3

about me !!

☼ name: zach

☼ gender: male (ftm); he/him

☼ age: 23

☼ gay and nd (audhd)

☼ ENTP 8w9

☼ libra sun, sag moon, sag rising

my interests !!

☽ games: fnaf, animal crossing, stardew valley, minecraft, project zomboid

☽ shows and media: smiling friends, breaking bad, the walking dead

☽ music: honestly literally everything except (modern/contemporary) country music

☽ other stuff: drawing, writing, singing, playing piano, dogs, psychology and sociology, politics (i'm a hardcore leftist/communist lmao), graphic/UX design (that's my future career goal!)

more info !!

⭑ this is a 16+ blog!! please don't follow me if you're under 16. if you don't have your age in your bio/somewhere on your blog, i won't follow you back.

⭑ if you know me irl, no you don't and please go away 🫶🏻

⭑ this blog is primarily a fandom blog, but i will rb/post non-fandom stuff too

⭑ i post/rb nsfw and suggestive content sometimes. these things are tagged as #nsfw and #cw suggestive, respectively. minors dni with nsfw and suggestive content please!

⭑ my writing, my art, my poetry, my asks, and my ramblings all have their own tags

⭑ my DMs and my asks are always open!! please send me stuff, i love talking to people!

⭑ moots: feel free to DM me and ask for my discord if you want!!!

links !!

͙͘͡★ my carrd

͙͘͡★ my pronouns.page

͙͘͡★ my ao3

͙͘͡★ my pinterest

divider credit: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more - post link

last updated: october 13, 2024

[internetdemon0]

Intro time cuz WHY NOT!!! I'M BORED

HAIIIII my name is alexxx :3 I'm an alex kralie fictkin (i'll deffo say shit like "im him IRL!!!" CUZ I AM!) aannddd I'm the host and core of a ossd1b system named totheark sys (we're TTA irl gang TRUST)!! We're very mentally ill so be patient w us...

Interact if you like: marble hornets (PLS PLS PLS INT IF YOU LIKE JAYLEX I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM STOP,,), salad fingers, emh (or Slenderverse in general...), creepypasta, assassination classroom, system of a down, Invader zim, inside job, buckshot Roulette, anything paranormal, the conjuring!!!!!!

please DON'T interact: proshippers, zoos, pedos, basic dni crit or anything similar. endos or non-traumagenic "systems" + mixed origin (this includes their supporters or neutrals). Other alex kralie kins (sorry gang, sighh). ALEX KRALIE HATERS NEVER INTERACT. I REPEAT **NEVER**!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jaylex haters or anyone that hates on perfectly normal ships...its ok to have a preference but don't hate on ships gang that is hashtag NOT COOL!

anyway! that's all I have!!! check out my REALLY COOL CARRD GUYS! YOU WON'T REGRET IT I SWEARSIES! https://krliez.carrd.co/ it also has a link to my byi and my full DNI list so you can look thru it if you want!! /nf

oh ayunnddd our discord is ".tothearkk" if you wanna be friends since I'm most active on there!!!!!!

Thanks for reading!!! have a good timezone and stay safe <3

EDIT: if you decide to repost my poorly drawn art to other places for some ungodly reason pls credit me/us using our username (itll be different in some places) w/ wtv app you found it on thanks :3

[bunnistarz]

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૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ hai!!! welcome to baby bk’s page :3 , this is my agere/petre account and my main is @lvrflwrz !

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you can read my carrd on my main page but heres some quick facts abt me!! :3

༘⋆ my names bk! duhhh but i like to be called baby bk when im little:D its just silly

༘⋆ my big age is 7teen but i dont rlly have a small age, i’d say around 1-4 though

༘⋆ i have no cg D: my old one and my closest one to me left so im kinda struggling with that rn

༘⋆ i have bpd and asd pls keep that in mind

༘⋆ I both pure and impure regress it just depends

༘⋆ m like bunnies, bears, and the color blue :3

(,,>﹏<,,) pls no nsfw, and pls keep in mind this is my safe space so i will vent here too !

otay!!! thats all baii

[stormyrainn]

WELCOME 2 MY BLOG

★ HAIIII !!!!! my name is rain (=w=) i am an autistic digital artist who loves all things old web + frutiger aero related .. huge rhythm game enthusiast

★ fluent english speaker, but i know some japanese and french as well

★ i am currently hyperfixated on puyo puyo so most of my art is gonna be puyo fanart rn :3

★ most sane lemres enjoyer (pls talk 2 me abt him im very normal) (lie)

★ i have a carrd that you can read if you wanna learn more abt me