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A nice character with a yandere split persona. The Yandere persona was born out of the abandonment of the character by a loved one, maybe mom. Did he kill her just so she could stay? Maybe. Only the Yandere persona knows, the character is oblivious, he just knows his mom left him. But he oddly feels ok about it as though the situation has been reconciled... which is weird to him.

Now he meets and falls in love with yn. She must not leave. It's f around and find out

Btw I love you ❤️❤️❤️ The Yokai series is my fave

Oooh, I’ve been thinking of a context for your idea and I somehow got stuck on a serial killer who is unaware of it most of the time. Since you mentioned abandonment and obsession, my mind wandered to some of the typical habits, such as collecting trophies. I’ve also been wanting to try my hand at writing a serial killer, so hopefully it turns out to your liking. (Sending back the love, always a pleasure to see your comments ❤)

Although let me include a little disclaimer, because I am aware many things in the sphere of true crime are problematic: this in no way glorifies or romanticizes serial killers. Just a reminder that this is a work of fiction and all behaviors displayed are for the sake of an interesting story, not to be admired in real life.

Yandere! Serial Killer x Reader

You're temporarily staying with a kind, quiet man renting out a room in the house he inherited. It's just the two of you, and a locked bedroom he claims to be vacant. Yet as night falls, you hear the whispered arguing of a voice you don't recognize. Is anyone else there?

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Content/TW: female reader, mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, horror

You must break the pattern today, or the loop with repeat tomorrow

He stares at the locked drawer of the bureau. The clock ticking in the background fades into an irritating buzz, drumming against his ears at irregular intervals like a swarm of insects. Once again, he cannot remember where the key is. Yet he does not feel compelled to search for it. It cannot be anything of significance, he tells himself. Forgotten knick-knacks, perhaps. Despite the apparent lack of curiosity, he is drawn here every morning. He wakes up, carefully folds the sheets, and goes to sit in the office. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Until, at last, the noon hour strikes, and the hallways are flooded with ghastly chimes.

Lately, however, other sounds have taken over the usual silence that envelops the house. The main door rattles faintly before opening with a creak.

“They were out of our bread rolls. I got a baguette instead.”

It’s you.

He stands up, as if startled from deep slumber, and hurries downstairs to greet you. He takes the grocery bags from your hands, flashing a smile of gratitude. Somehow, the idea of another person living here is still foreign to him. He’s gotten so used to the solitude, the quietness of the house. Time stands still when there’s no one else to remind you of it.

You glance up at the tall man, noticing his slight frown.

“Another brain fog?” You ask, worried.

“Don’t mind me. It’s a morning routine at this point”, he jokes. “More importantly, what would you like for breakfast?”

He always cooks for both of you. Initially, you were rather hesitant to go for his offer. You’d been looking for temporary accommodation and stumbled upon his advertisement. A cozy, vintage house the man had inherited from his lamentably departed mother, with one too many spare rooms. He had no need for all the space, he said in his description. You paid him a visit and were taken aback by his appearance. A massive, muscular frame that did not fit the rest of his mannerisms and features. He was soft-spoken, polite, and terribly shy. His eyes reflected the kind of gloom to be expected from anyone in his situation.

A sweet, gentle soul looking for company. On top of that, if you are to be technical, he’s a housemate difficult to compete against. Well-kept, mannered, organized, and thoughtful. He keeps to himself. You’d learned, soon after moving in, that he suffers from the occasional brain fog and memory loss. He goes for walks at odd hours to clear his mind. Enjoys reading in his office, although you’ve caught him just staring into space many times. Terribly inconvenient for the poor lad, you imagine.

The house itself is also not a bad deal by any means. Old fashioned, littered with trinkets and paintings. “My mother liked to collect many things”, he’d told you. It certainly has personality, to put it mildly. Some belongings are more bizarre than others: portraits of faceless people, with features smudged or distorted, doll heads in pompous, feathered collars hanging in clusters across the musty walls. Peculiar, but manageable.

Only at night does it become unsettling.

“Going for a walk?”

You’re curled in one of the armchairs, flipping through a magazine you found. It’s been hours since your little breakfast together and now the sun is beginning to set. The man is buttoning up his coat, standing in the doorframe and gazing at you with a smile.

“Yeah. I’m starting to detach a little. Maybe some fresh air will help.”

It’s nice, he thinks, having you here. He didn’t expect much when he ventured to rent out a room. He just wanted to hear the murmur of life again. Ever since his mother has passed…when did it happen, again? Better yet, how did it happen? Christ, he can’t remember. The last memory he has of her is not something to cherish. She was angrily shoving him out of the way, visibly annoyed by his cries and pleading. “Please don’t leave me”, he kept croaking in a pathetic tone, dragging his knees like a beggar. Then it’s all black. Black, like the cover they kept over her body at the morgue, to hide the mutilated remains. Black, like the tie he struggled to knot before her funeral. At that time, the sheets of her bed were still scattered, as if she never left. He could almost see her there, reflected onto the mirror’s surface – rather dirty as a matter of fact, he should wipe it soon – sitting melancholically on the edge of the mattress.

To think he’d be hearing footsteps again. A soothing voice. Even if it’s temporary, your presence in the house has been a blessing. Even if you must leave eventually. His lips purse involuntarily.

You hear the door close, followed by the key twisting inside the lock. You’re alone now.

With haste, you get up and sprint upstairs. You pull out a hairpin from your pocket and discreetly insert it in the cylinder. Today you find out if the spare bedroom truly is as vacant as your housemate claims.

When you first viewed the house, he mentioned that only this room will remain locked. It was his mother’s and he’d rather not look at it, he said. Let it gather dust, for all he cares.

Only at night, you’ve been hearing someone else’s voice. It didn’t happen immediately. Weeks after you’d moved in, you woke up thirsty and tiptoed on your way to the kitchen for a glass of water. On your return, you were surprised to see dim light coming from underneath the door of the forbidden bedroom. Visitors of your housemate? You hurried back into your bed, not wanting to intrude. But the following night you jolted up from the same mumbled voice. Strange that he’d invite someone over this late - twice in a row! - without saying a word to you. Even more, they were arguing like this. Curiosity got the better of you, so you snuck out and placed your cupped ear against the wall.

“No, no, no, no. I’m telling you, it’s different. She’s different from the others.” A deep, ragged voice retorted angrily.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud, a fist smashing against something, then glass shattering over exasperated, shouted curses. You ran back to your room, baffled. Who on Earth was there? You could feel your heart throbbing inside your chest.

Morning couldn’t come quick enough. You marched over to your housemate, demanding to know who this stranger was. He stared at you, wide eyed and incredulous. “There’s no one else here, dear. Just you and me.” Nonsense. You knew what you heard. You’d been wide awake! He gently placed the back of his hand against your forehead. “Could it be that you’re sick? Weather has been dreadful lately.” You scanned his face with hitched breath. Was he mocking you? Yet his features betrayed no such intent. The man seemed genuinely worried; face twisted in a caring frown.

Then what? A ghost? An intruder that fancied having a chat in a dead woman’s bedroom?

You fiddle with the pin until you hear the click. Finally. Surely whoever has been frequenting the place must’ve left some clues behind. You carefully open the door and peek inside. A broken mirror and some furniture covered in webs. There’s a lingering rusty smell that tickles your nostrils, and soon enough you find the source. Next to the old bed lays a cloth splattered red. On top of it, a leather folder from which scalpels and other surgical tools fell out haphazardly. Blood? Your mouth curls in disgust. You crouch to the floor to inspect the odd items and notice a jar glistening from underneath the bed. You pull it towards you and give it a rattle. Nothing heavy. You lift the jar into the light for a better look and gasp.

Fingernails.

“Oh, I forgot to put those away.”

It’s the same deep voice you’ve been hearing at night. Your stomach drops and you turn, slowly, towards the entrance. Horror is swiftly replaced by confusion once you realize it’s none other than your housemate.

“Y-you’re back from your walk?” You blurt out.

“Walk?” He inquires. “Ah, that’s what he told you.” He steps towards you and lowers himself to your level with a grin.

“Have you come to say hello?” He points towards the tall, shattered mirror. “This is (Y/N), mother. See, I told you she’s stunning. You didn’t believe me.”

He ruffles your hair with a boldness completely unfamiliar.

Nausea overwhelms you and your ears ring in panic. Whatever is happening right now is beyond your understanding.

“I’d like to go to my room now.”

“I recognize that speech all too well. You want to run away.”

Within seconds, he grabs one of the scalpels and points it towards your throat, poking your skin with its cold tip.

“Now, don’t embarrass me in front of her like that. Do you know how hard it is to convince this bitch of anything? I told her you’re not like them, (Y/N). Don’t prove me wrong.”

“Them?” You whisper, lungs devoid of air.

“Come, let’s put this with the others first.” He pockets the scalpel and lifts you up by the hand, tenderly kissing your fingers in the process. “Then we can talk.”

You follow him into the office, and he unlocks one of the desk drawers. Against your better judgment, you stretch over his shoulder and glance inside. ID cards of various women, jewelry, lipsticks. Teeth. Fingernails.

You want to cry.

He nonchalantly dumps the contents of the jar into the drawer and slams it back shut, then throws himself in the chair and pats his thigh, eyeing you. With a sob, you clumsily climb onto his lap.

“Back to our matters. What were you planning on doing?”

“I just wanted to lay in bed.”

He takes out the scalpel and draws a line across your cheek. It stings.

“Don’t lie, (Y/N). You have nothing to gain from being naughty with me.” He coos, placing a kiss over the fresh wound.

“I wanted to run away.” You confess, petrified.

“Good. Do you now understand what happens if you try to run away?”

You briefly look at the drawer and nod.

“I knew you would. You’re so smart.” He strokes your hair fondly. “Not an easy decision to make, mind you. I love you more than anything in this world. Who’d enjoy killing their one and only?”

The man ponders his next words with a hum.

“Don’t count on getting away while he’s awake, either.” He taps his temple and chuckles. “He has no idea and won’t stop you, but I can easily find you again.”

The eggs sizzle in the pan as you stare at your plate, background sounds melting into shapeless static. After a couple more minutes, the man turns off the stove and places the food on the table with a cheerful whistle.

“Eat up!” He encourages you.

You hold onto your fork with faintly trembling hands.

“This might be the last breakfast I cook for you, after all. You’re leaving tomorrow, aren’t you?” His last sentence trails off and he smiles, dejected.

“Actually, I was wondering if I could…stay here instead.”

He gazes at you in disbelief.

“Truly? I-…That’d be fantastic.” He laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head, a deep red blush spreading over his cheeks. “Do excuse my rudeness. To be honest with you, I’ve grown quite fond of our arrangement. I really do like having you here.”

You return the smile without responding.

“Most exciting news. I’ll get the documents from the office after we eat, so we can draft a new lease.”

“That’d be lovely”, you answer curtly.

“Say, have you by any chance stumbled upon a small key around the house? I wanted to finally unlock the drawer upstairs, but I can’t remember where I could’ve left it.”

The knot in your stomach tightens.

“Not at all.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m sure it’s nothing important, anyways. Old memorabilia, most likely.”

[johnwickb1tsch]

Tex Johnson x Witness!Reader x John Wick Imagine Part 2 by @treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake and @johnwickb1tsch GIF credits to @scarlettspectra ❤ and Illustration credit to @boredth ❤️

Original Post Part 1

Warnings: So many dead doves! Don't eat! Unless you like dead doves, that is. Violence, sexual content, blood, murder, kidnapping, possessive behavior, yandere sh!t...it's all here! Please take care! 😘

Johnwickb1tsch:

As it turns out, faking your death involves taking some very gnarly photos with copious amounts of blood spread about. They will be released to the dark web, as well as the Underground network. John and Tex will get paid for a job well done. The FBI will receive the intelligence in due time, mixed with finding your blood and hair and skin at the scene. And once they off Dmitri, the man you witnessed killing the owner of the restaurant you used to work at, there will be no one left to care but Agent Bradford.

If he survives his wounds.

John and Tex are still perplexed about that one. He must be a tough bastard, but getting shot up even with a vest on would slow anyone down. Not to mention his blown out knee…

When next you wake you know you’re in a different location, even through your blindfold. Your hands are bound again, this time over your head. It feels like you’re laying on a soft surface, a mattress, and not a cheap one. You debate the merits of pretending to still be knocked out, or screaming your head off for help, when you hear, “Looks like sleepin’ beauty’s awake.”

From your other side there is silence, but you feel gentle fingers touching a lock of your hair. It sends a forbidden trill of desire through you, straight to your loins, and for the umpteenth time you wonder what exactly is wrong with you that you don’t 100 percent hate this the way you should.   

Fuck.

“Please let me go.” Your words are raspy; your throat is dry as a desert. How long have you been out?

“We have to talk about that,” says Tex. “See, there’s a whole lot gonna be ridin’ on you.” You can just hear his shit-eating grin for his double-entendre.  

“You’re a pig.”

“Aww, don’t be shy, darlin’. What did you think we were goin; to get up to when you got in my car? Playin’ pinochle? You wanted me, and I reckon’ that hasn’t changed.” You feel a rough hand sliding up your thigh that must belong to him. You try to buck him off, and find your legs aren’t bound. You try to kick towards the sound of his voice, but your limbs are heavy, and he catches your ankle.

“Boy howdy, someone’s flexible!”

He has you in an iron grip, and you give a frustrated scream.

“Don’t hurt her,” says the other one, in that quietly forbidding tone.

“Was I supposed to let her kick my head off?”

“Fine by me.”

Tex snorts in response, squeezing your leg in his big hand, just to give you a taste. You feel your bones creak beneath his grip.

Sweetwolfcupcake:

The whimper escapes you before you realise it. He doesn't hurt you yet, but the looming threat could not have been more explicit.

You utterly hate the helplessness, and the feeling of being trapped like this does not help.

"Tex..." The icy warning in his tone makes you gulp down and suppress another whimper.

"Loosen-up John, I'm not hurtin' her." You feel tge 'yet' is silent but hanging in the air.

Right, the other man's name- John. It slipped your mind before.

You feel the bed shift beside you before the warmth of the other body goes missing. You strain your ears, trying to guess what he is doing. When something touches your lips, you jump slightly, only to feel a large hand on your shoulder-- gentle and warm.

"It's just a straw. Try sipping through it."

John's voice is reassuring, soft even-- a stark contrast to the tone he used on Tex, whose fingers are still wrapped around your ankle. Much to your relief, John unlocks your hands from above your head, letting them rest on your front. You are disappointed when you realise that they're still bound, though. He helps you sit up a bit, adjusting pillows behind, before you feel the straw poking on your lips again. Taking the hint, you wrap your lips around it and sip the water eagerly.

You were parched, you realise.

Treedaddymcpuffpuff:

They take the blindfold off, and the world swims for a bit. You can barely keep your eyes open and your voice is soggy and slow. Once you come up for air, you realize you’re laying in a big bed with some kind of soft restraint holding your wrists together. Tex is sitting with you - he’s got your trouble making legs pulled into his lap, securing them.

You don’t bother fighting again, mostly because it feels like your arms and legs are made of sandbags. Everything is dull, blunted. Feels like you’re deep inside the dark, squishy confines of your brain, unable to break surface. You watch as John checks his phone, then looks up.

“Dimitri wants to meet.” It’s like he teleports out of the chair, gives you whiplash. He’s fast. He discards his shirt and jacket, replaces the bulletproof vest and gives you a perfect view of a scarred, tattooed, broad torso.

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“Close your jaw, honey, or else you’ll start drooling.” This from Tex, who you try to kill with a glare. He seems highly amused. You look away from John quickly, not even realizing you were starring so blatantly. Your body fills with different types of heat, ones that are much harder to hide the effects of under the heavy drugs clouding your judgement.

“He wants both of us?” Tex asks.

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“Tex, c’mon.” John drapes his suit jacket back on, pulls his Glock and does something with one big hand that makes it click and shift - you're starring again.

“Yeah.”

Tex whistles low, brushes some sticky hair off your neck and makes you flinch. “Dimitri’s grown some big cojones.”

John throws a spare vest at him. “Get. Ready.”

Tex rolls his eyes. “You can handle it, Wick. Lemme stay here and give this sore little girl a massage.” He knuckles into your calves, and you groan louder than you want to, trying to pull away unsuccessfully. It feels way too nice, because he’s right, you are sore.

“Tex.”

Your masseuse complies, makes a show for you - chest, muscles, masculine energy overly potent. You really do try not to watch, but it’s so hard, especially while Tex has that shit eating grin plastered to his face. And then there’s the weapon work, too. You’re not a fan of guns or knives, but seeing them handle and prep them, tuck them into straps and belts, it invokes carnal desire.

They’re going to leave you here again, alone, and you hate that, but what else can you do besides watch them go with a pathetic, doped up look on your face?

Sweetwolfcupcake:

They leave with the bedroom door locked, windows shut, and the room quiet.

Bizzarely enough, their absence bothers you. A strange silence hangs heavy in the air. You realise it eventually that it is the aftermath of the rollercoaster day.

In the silence, you finally break. Sobs break out with tears and snoot. You are really in a mess that is deep enough to have your life on the rocks, finely balanced by the intention of the two men who simply plucked you out of your life, your potential safety net and...That is tge scary part-- you are still unsure of their intentions.

You know that the smartest thing you can do is to adapt to the situation, but with the great powerr imbalance and unpredictable circumstances, every breath seems to be a nearing step towards death. You are not an optimist - never were - you cannot say that you are absolutely in love with your life, but you want to live. Your life before the mess was no fairytake-- an average life of an average girl, average problems that weighed you down. Now, when you think of it, you might even really fall in love with your average monotonous life only if you manage to somehow get out of the situation.

You try the windows and doors, although you know in your heart that they're no amateurs. They are seasoned professionals-- they took on Bradford with ease, the same Bradford you have seen handling four people with ease.

Bradford...

He is yiyr last hope. You are convinced that sooner or later, you will go crazy here. Who finds their captives attractive?

Embarrassed, you shut your eyes and sigh. You still feel pretty fuzzy, and the bed indeed is comfortable. With a defeated walk back to the bed, you slip under the covers, sleep is your only escape route for now.

Johnwickb1tsch:

It feels like an eternity, by the time they finally return. They look fierce but weary, exhausted from a long night, but their eyes are bright from the excitement of a battle. They both have splatters of blood on their faces—you doubt much, if any of it, belongs to them.

With wide eyes you watch as they start to shed their gear: the cluster of guns and knives that accumulates on the table is dizzying. If you could just get to one of those weapons…

Tex follows your gaze with a devilish smile. “Know how to use one of these, darlin’?”

“Aw. Is that any way to talk to the man who just removed the gangster boss who wants you dead from the face of the earth?”

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“It can’t be that hard, if you manage it,” you snipe, straining against your wrist restraint for the umpteenth time that night. Or is it morning? You just don’t know.

This does perk your interest a little, though you’re almost loathe to show it. “You…killed Dmitri?” If it’s true…good riddance, then.

“Boy howdy. In fact, your buddy John here went a little trigger happy, and I’m pretty sure he wiped out the whole goddamn bratva. Everyone that was there, anyway.”

You blink, looking to the man in the dark suit for confirmation. He, however, is looking at something fixedly on his gun, not ready to crow his own praises.

Your heart is in your throat as you dare ask, “What…does this mean?”

However, Tex grins at you like a wolf to a sheep, and you do not feel safe, at all.

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“It means you should be safe.” John’s voice is deep, matter of fact. You get the sense that he really doesn’t use his voice much.

“Does that mean…you’ll let me go?”

“Eventually,” Tex answers. “If you’re a good girl.”

You swallow hard at hearing that.

John doesn’t contradict his partner, his intense dark gaze fixed on you. “You can have my half of the bounty.”

Tex’s head whips towards John. “You’re gonna give her 2.5 million dollars?”

“To start her new life,” John says, still looking at you. “In a different country, if she’s smart.”

Tex whistles at hearing that. “I like you, honey, but I’m not sure I like you that much.”

You, however, see exactly what John is doing. He’s giving you a reason to live. A reason to obey, a light at the end of the tunnel. The promise that if you can endure whatever they have in mind…you’ll not just get your life back. You’ll get…something better than your blue-collar working-class self could have ever dreamed of.

If only it didn’t make you feel like such a whore.

Treedaddymcpuffpuff:

You feel pretty stupid, to be honest. So, so stupid for fighting them. But, if they would have just told you - took the time to really explain what was going on - no, you’re pretty sure you’re the asshole here. Maybe?

You’re distracted - a frequent event with these two around. And now they’re covered in blood and grime and sweat from protecting you and the vague, whorish thought crosses your mind that maybe they wouldn’t mind getting their cocks sucked after that long, hard night of being your heroes.

Still, that’s exactly what you feel like - a pathetic whore. And you want to bury your head into a pillow and smother yourself. You look, eyes set and determined, at John. “You don’t have to do that.”

For the first time, a little grin cracks the side of his mouth. He’s devastatingly handsome, this deadly man. “I won’t take no for an answer.” Is his simple reply.

Tex shakes his head, chuckles, cuts in to the intense eye contact John is pinning you to the bed with. “Gonna have to stay with us - one of us - for a while though, darlin’. We gotta make sure that pretty neck is off the chopping block.”

That sounds like a recipe for disaster. Sounds like your libido is about to get a lesson it won’t soon forget. Sounds like you’re gonna be constantly on more edge than one the entire time you have to be with them. Sounds like you’re gonna have your hand in your panties a couple times a day and still come out unsatisfied.

Your voice - scratchy and timid. “Do I have to stay tied up the entire time?”

John swipes a knife off the table, walks over to you, grabs your restraints, tugging your arms up and slicing through the leather holding them together. Your heavy limbs go to fall, but he catches both your wrists in one one - oh, his pretty, stocky hands really are big - then lowers them to your lap gently and tucks the blade back into his waist. “Are you hungry?” That’s it? No threats? No intimidation? Why are you actually a little disappointed? But , god, your stomach comes to life at the mention of a meal. Must have been a while since you’ve eaten. You answer him honestly, “yes.”

Johnwickb1tsch:

What a devil’s bargain.

You think it bold of John, to untie your hands, with all those weapons at hand.

But then, what would you really do with them, against these two trained killers?

The smarter path to survival lays down a darker road, and goddammit if as you look between them, you don’t feel some small thrill of anticipation.  

John has gone off somewhere to get you food, leaving you alone with Tex, who has stripped off his bloody shirt, his flak vest, then his undershirt. You’re not shy about staring this time, taking in the breadth of his bare chest and his toned arms. What’s the point in being shy now?

Tex smirks at your blatant appraisal of his powerful body. “My eyes are up here, darlin’.”

You huff and look away, crossing your arms. “You are such an asshole.”  Your belly has begun to rumble, audibly now. It’s a little embarrassing.

However, a second later he has crossed the room to you, claiming your attention again with a calloused hand on your jaw, directing your eyes up to him. He doesn’t say anything, just pins you with those dark orbs, and like stumbling on a predator in the woods you dare not try to look away. Maybe he hides it with his aw shucks demeanor, but this man is just as dangerous as the other, and a cold chill runs down your spine as you wonder if he’s about to prove it to you.

You couldn’t be more relieved, than when John comes through the door with a paper plate of food and a plastic cup of what you hope is water.

Tex smiles down at you, the warmth returning to his eyes. He pats your cheek just this side of too hard, making you wince. You can tell John doesn’t like it, that Tex touches you this way, but it’s not quite enough to yell at him for.

You wonder how these two extremely dangerous men, who for all the world seem like opposites of each other, are going to manage this situation without killing each other.

Could you get so lucky?

Sweetwolfcupcake:

"You have somethin' in your head 'bout the road ahead?"

While you busy yourself with the meal, you keep your ears on the discussion regarding the road ahead. Keeping your eyes on the plate, you try to appear as disinterested as possible-- in reality, though, you want to know everything they have planned. John has been exceptionally kind to you, Tex is an asshole but has been tolerable until now. They promised to let you go and allow you to start anew. But you can't trust them just yet...

There's silence from John's end before you feel his eyes on you. You try to resist the urge to look up, but your eyes just have to glance up before you can force them to remain on the plate. They lock with John's unreadable gaze immediately, and you blink. It's unfair - you feel like he is reading into your soul while you are not able to decipher a single thought that runs in his mind. Even now, he appears to be an indecipherable abyss to you-- you know it's deep and dark, but find no hint of what is in there. You feel that there is a lot in there, though.

It is John who breaks eye contact, turning to Tex.

"Let's talk over a drink."

He offers, and with that, they both are out of the room. They shut the door behind, and you hear the distinct click of the lock.

What are they planning?

Treedaddymcpuffpuff:

Why do they keep leaving you? It’s starting to get really, really annoying. However, while they’re gone, it gives you a chance to take a shower and get cleaned up a little bit. This placed is obviously lived in. The sheets have a faint smell of some woodsy cologne and laundry soap and sweat, the shower has half empty shampoo and soap bottles, the counter has scattered, used toiletries.

Your old clothes are covered in dirt, and probably minuscule flecks of blood and other gross body fluids, so you turn your nose up at them and dig through the closet instead. T-shirts, jeans, boxers - men’s clothing. At least it’s clean and it smells good. You pull on a pair of plain grey boxers and then a black, draping T-shirt, feeling kind of like you’re wearing your dads clothes like when you were six years old and playing dress up.

A pair of black, thick socks completes your look. You’re comfortable, now, to go around the room and stretch a little bit. You still kind of feel too jiggly to properly function, but some back cracking and shoulder rolling doesn’t take too much out of you.

They locked the weapons away in a dresser by the closet, went out still covered in blood. Bold move. Cocky. Daring anyone to say something to them at this very moment, probably.

But, they’re back faster than you think they will be. Outside the door. Loud. Tex is at twice his usual volume, hooting and hollering. “I really do think you’re a bad motherfucker.”

John answers, something lighter perking his usually monotone voice. “Not so bad yourself, Tex.”

They’re getting along it seems, which you’re not sure is good for you. The door unlocks, clicks open, and you can immediately tell that Tex is drunk. He’s boisterous, holding John by the shoulders, laughing, face reddened, and - the biggest tell - he’s got an open whiskey bottle in one hand.

John is smiling, shaking his head, running a hand through his hair. His face is a bit mottled, too. Are they both drunk? Your annoyance spikes. They could have at least offered you some after the shit you’ve gone through.

You perch on the bed, glaring at them. You get more than you bargained for when they both look at you. Their eyes do the same thing in unison - narrow and blow, go hungry and honed. The only difference in the way they stare at you is Tex’s lopsided grin. You feel like quarry again, and it makes you cross your arms and fold your legs into yourself.

Tex leans into John’s ear, voice low and almost taunting. “Those your clothes, Johnny?”

John keeps his eyes right on you. “Yeah.”

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"Hey, who said you could wear Johnny's clothes?" banters Tex, approaching you with a swinging gait, the bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand.

You glance to John, who is watching your interaction interestedly, but makes no move to intervene.

"I said," you answer with narrowed eyes, tracking the motion of the bottle. It could be a weapon, or a gesture of friendship, all depending on the context. When Tex extends it to you in offering, you're a little relieved. And, a little thirsty, truth be told. Who knows if its a good idea, mixing alcohol and whatever drug they gave you earlier, but...you're being held captive by two dangerous mafia assassins. You need something to take off the edge.

You reach for the bottle, and almost grasp it, but Tex pulls back at the last second. "Make you a trade, honey."

"Imagine that."

"You can have a drink, if you take somethin' off."

Of course.

Cheekily, you start with your big black socks, throwing them at Tex one after the other.

John smirks as Tex play scowls, but true to his word he hands you the bottle. You take a pull--and immediately wince. Whiskey is such a foul spirit, as spirits go.

Tex chuckles. "Need it in a silver cup with a mint sprig, baby girl?"

A mint julep does sound pretty fucking good about now. If only he was serious.

"I'll live." You reach for the bottle again, but he holds it over your head.

"Nuh uh. It'll cost you more clothing."

In the back of your head, you almost find it interesting, how he engages your complicity in this cat and mouse game.

"Two socks, two drinks. Pay up, cowboy."

He tries to give you a hard look for that, but his eyes glitter with mirth.

"Fair's fair, Tex," nudges John, and Tex just gives a theatrical sigh, extending the bottle again.

"Diabolical woman, drinkin all my hooch."

You salute him with the bottle before taking another pull, longer this time. It should help you stomach...whatever it is they're about to do to you.

You hand back the bottle, and you wait. So does Tex, staring at you expectantly. You lift an eyebrow in a silent question of what?

He extends the bottle again with a pout of full lips that should be absolutely ridiculous on a grown ass man, but somehow is actually cute?

"I'm comfortable, thank you."

John snorts with laughter behind Tex, earning a glare.

"You gonna watch, or you gonna help? I swear, this is the damndest woman I've ever met..."

When John makes his way towards you, his steps silent and graceful as a leopard on the prowl--your heart sinks a little.

When he reaches for you, you recoil, but there's no escape. There's just his hand in your hair, holding you fast, and then his lips on yours.

The latter takes you by surprise, really.

His lips are soft, but exacting. He claims your mouth in a sweeping kiss, and when he pulls away he leaves you breathless, like he has utterly snogged you senseless. When fingers clasp the hem of your shirt, pulling upwards, it doesn't even occur to you to fight, until its halfway over your head.

Suddenly you are bare from the waist up, and you cant help but give a little scream, your hands flying to cover yourself.

The whisky is definitely not helping yet, and you begin to tremble incontrollably.

"Aw, I think she's cold, Johnny boy."

John reaches out to soothe you, petting your hair. "You're beautiful," he tells you.

You don't understand how his look can be soft, yet predatory, all at the same time.

"Ain't he a gentleman?" drawls Tex with a roll of eyes, taking another pull off his bottle.

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"Fuck off!"

That is your first response as you reach to snatch back the shirt. Despite getting a hold on it, John does not let go.

"Give it back to me!" You grit out--- the situation is suddenly not playful anymore.

Your gut has been right about John all along, you realise, as you glare back at him. There is a glint of cruel amusement in his eyes that has you making an effort to suppress tears. You hate being powerless, vulnerable, exposed.

In this situation, unfortunately, you are all three.

"How about a deal---"

"No! C'mon! It was gettin' fun." Tex groans earning a glare from you, which he returns with a hungry gaze.

"How about a deal..." John continues.

Your eyes return to the man who still has an iron hold on your (his) shirt. Your arms covering your modesty turn tighter around yourself as you narrow your eyes at him.

"I let you have this shirt, and you sleep with one of us."

"Just sleeping, right?"

John smirked, "Sleeping."

That does not sound very reassuring.

You wanted to demand that he promise, but looking at your position, you realise that you have no upper hand here. The power imbalance is glaring at you in he form of your naked upper half.

"We'll take rounds."

Tex spoke, his heavy hand splayed on your lower back, sliding along your spine, only to leave trails of goosebumps. You somehow contain yourself from arching your back. The tingles that arise are not helpful either.

"Y--you meant every night?" Your surprised gaze meets John's amused one as he nods.

"I'm not doing this every night."

You hiss out before you think and regret it immediately as the part of the shirt on your hold is snatched away by John, you wish to reach out, but you can't and you are almost certain that you see a flash of disappointment in John's eyes when you do not move your arms.

"Forget the shirt then." Tex chuckles out from behind you as his palm slides around your waist and rests on your bare stomach. The implication is clear and you gulp.

Not just gulp, you gulp down your pride and take a deep breath.

"Fine." You grit out.

You eye the shirt in John's hold, expecting him to give it back to you. But he keeps it out of reach.

"Take it."

Bastard!

"Not funny, John, give me the shirt."

"I won't move it away, I promise." Despite how gentle he sounds, his malicious intent is no longer hidden.

"Reach out and take it."

Tex sounds much closer, the smell of whiskey now prominent as his breath tickles your neck. His hold on you tightens, preventing you from moving your body forward.

No, you were wrong. They are anything but good.

At this moment, you sure wish for Bradford to kick their asses-- which are nice to look at--- Wait!

What the hell is wrong with you?

Adjusting one arm to cover yourself properly, you reach out for the t-shirt, and as promised, John makes no move to snatched it away again. His heavy gaze, though, flicks down for a moment before his eyes meet yours once more. This time, they have in them a heavy heat that burns through you. It's the kind of burn that a woman wishes to see in her man's eyes, and it would have been flattering and swoon-worthy if not for the situation you are in. Half-naked, trapped between two very dangerous, very handsome, but morally dark men.

You feel the heat on your cheeks and neck as you try to slip back the shirt. With a disappointed sigh, Tex removes his hold, and you heave a sigh of relief while quickly slipping your shirt back on.

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You have this strange, awful feeling that your captor-saviors have made some kind of bet or deal of their own - one that you have been blindly excluded from. You go from being thankful to hating them again. It’s giving you whiplash.

Tex yawns, and bombs down on the bed behind you, making you yelp and jump. “Speaking of sleeping, I’m exhausted.”

“Thought I was first?” John doesn’t sound humored. It reminds you of the fact that he’s drunk, that little pout in his voice like he’s disappointed. So, they did plan this, then. Angry fire blazes your insides.

“How bout we let y/n decide who’s first,” Tex reasons, never taking his hooded eyes off you - never dropping that sharp, horrifying, infuriating, promising grin from his mouth. He takes another chug of whiskey.

They both look at you expectantly, and you have never felt tinier. A fly staring at two huge spiders. You try to glare back, maybe keep some of your self esteem intact.

“Well?” John asks, tipping his head at you.

You’re so tired of playing these stupid little games with them. You’re so tired of being the rat in their maze. You’re so tired of hiding and running and lying belly up. You fix John with a hard gaze - for some reason, it’s much, much harder to do that with him than with Tex - and say, “I don’t want to sleep with either of you. Fucking creeps.” You get off the bed, stand up, hands on your hips, expecting Tex to look surprised instead of filled with gleeful delight - to your dismay, his smile is wider as he watches this adorable attempt at dominance.

“And if you touch me again, I’ll do worse than bite you.” You eye John’s gnarly, bruised hand, trying not to feel bad about it. Trying not to think with your vagina anymore. She’s still there though, tugging at you, a little thrill tensing her up - the reward for your bold behavior.

John’s on you, hand on your throat - not pushing or squeezing, just resting there. He bullies you back. You try to hit him, but he swats your hand away like it’s a stray hair tickling his face. When he presses you into the wall, you’re terrified - shaking, trifling, owl eyed. You expect him to be scowling at you - you wish he was scowling at you - but his grin mirrors Tex’s. That grin could send a pack of wolves running tail between legs.

“It’s okay, pretty girl,” he coos, soothing voice such sharp contrast to the way he handles you and the hellish look on his face. It actually helps your nerves, quells some of that tremble originating from primal fear. “You’re okay.”

You press your palms up against the wall and they slip down, drenched with cold sweat. john has taken up your orbit entirely, so you’re shocked to see Tex suddenly at his side, helping him cage you against the wall.

“You’re okay,” John says again, titling your chin back to only him. For some reason, a part of you believes him - probably your stupid fucking vagina again.

“Why?” You ask, voice cracked and small, all your valiance gone.

“Atonement,” Tex drawls.

[preppy-donkey]

Hiii ❤

I'm preppy donkey ❤🐴

I am a beginner artist ✒

My banner as of Dec 2024 :

Current media I'm interested in:

Tales of Arcadia 🔵🧌/Gravity falls 💫🌲/Steven universe💎/Mia and me (s1-2)🧚‍♀️ 🦄/she ra 2018 👑/ Emily wind snap 🧜‍♀️/old monster high 👹/ever after high👑👶/kipo 🐆💗/My Little pony g4 /mlb 🐞🐈‍⬛️/the owl house 🦉🏠 / Amphibia 🐸/Harry Potter👦⚡🧙‍♂️/jentry chau vs the underworld 😈🔥/the amazing digital circus 🎪 / murder drones🗡🤖

My AU's

(Some of these I haven't posted content for yet)

Su x gf:

Post Steven Universe Future

Gravity falls next summer

Steven has travelled for a year now and he has a van with a warp pad on the top haphazardly tied there by his father.

The twins practically begged their parents to go back and see their grunkles when they came back from their trip.

Greg who is Stan's younger brother who was born after Stan moved out got Steven a job for the summer to reconnect to his human side

Steven gets massive headaches when going inside the mystery shack and he doesn't know why. It's because he is a dream walker and the force field they used for anti-billifing the shack affects him.

Steven has corruption scars and horns and a short stubby tail but he shapeshifts them away in public.

This is so long sorry ❤

Changeling!Jim Au:

Tales of Arcadia post RoTT

Au where Merlin's potion turns jim into a changeling.

He can take off the armor!!!

Everything happens the same

In wizards the shard stops him from changing back and forth so he is stuck as a troll

At the end when he turns back time he remains a changeling and Clair remains a shadowmancer (very inexperienced one though)

The new troll hunting team is Eli, Steve and toby

Also aja has the same skin colour as krel ❤️

Mia and me redesign (WIP):

Complete Mia and me redo lol

Mia is basically elf disabled, her wings are too small to fly with because she is from earth and not centopia.

Elves have quaint little villages that have little lanterns lining the streets 💗 .

Dark elves are magic and when threatened can draw weapons from their scars, the bigger the scar the more dangerous the weapon

Violetta is a half dark elf when she goes to centopia.

Vincent goes to centopia at some point and rescues mia like Sara does except s3 is not canon to this au.

Mlp draconequus of friendship au

Mlp but Twilight is a draconequus

Shining armor found Twilight's egg while adventuring and twilight's family has raised her like their own ever since

Until the feel twilight has enough magical potential to go to Celestia's magic school

When Celestia meets twilight she sees her as a threat and locks her up in a library to become her assistant

Over time Celestia suppresses her magic enough so twilight is always by her side and runs errands for her

Celestia gave her a dragon egg so she could learn patience by waiting for it to hatch but she accidentally hatched it early and spike came out deformed with too many eyes and no wings

The story begins when twilight is sent to make sure everything runs smoothly for the summer sun celebration.

Mlp Twilight moon au:

Mlp but twilight is Luna's daughter

THIS IS EXTREMELY WIP!!!

Mlp A draconequus' element:

Similar to draconequus of friendship au

Twilight is a draconequus that was born from the chaos of discord's brief reign over equestria

In this world, powerful elements need powerful opposites, so the draconequus of order is born, twilight , being of order, she decides to settle down in the everfree forest, as without chaos she feels lost

She misses discord after he is defeated, he is fun to watch, and she decides to put a statue of him in her house

She finds Spike wandering the woods around the time when she hatches him in canon

Sunset Shimmer is celestia's student

Celestia decides to send sunset to a library in the town hosting the summer sun celebration so she can learn how to study away from her friends and parties and learn to organise by helping with the preparations

She is sent a week before hand

On the day sunset arrives, Twilight decides to put on a pony disguise and go into the market to get some food for spike

Ponys are apprehensive to serve her because of where she lives, but they see her every Friday, so they know she means them no harm and is simply buying food

Kipo mute AU:

Kipo grows up only knowing her mute side

Kipo's dad is horrified when he escapes his burrow and his little daughter turns into a tiny jaguar

He finds a new burrow and locks his daughter in his room, to protect her.

During an earthquake she escapes.

Monster falls AU

Basically a tweaked monster falls

Dipper seeks adventure, he finds a cursed lake, he falls in, he is never the same again.

The monster curse is passed by touch

Mabel = unicorn centaur

Dipper = deer centaur

Stan and Ford = were-bears

Wendy = were-wolf

Candy = lizard thing idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Grenda = rabbit shifter

Soos = merman

More to come...

Ml fantasy au

Go here for the explanation >> :)

That's it go home

[tedwardremus]

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Bonus question:

¿ʎɥʍ puɐ ǝq ʇᴉ plnoʍ oɥʍ 'sɐʇᴉɹɐƃɹɐɯ puɐ soɔɐʇ ɹoɟ ʇno oƃ uǝɥʇ puɐ ɹǝʇɐǝ ɥʇɐǝp ɐ ɥʇᴉʍ ǝɔᴉʌɹǝs ʎʇᴉunɯɯoɔ op oʇ pɐɥ noʎ ɟI

¿uoᴉʇᴉuƃoɔǝɹ ǝɹoɯ sǝʌɹǝsǝp puɐ pǝʇɐᴉɔǝɹddɐ ɹǝpun sᴉ ǝʌǝᴉlǝq noʎ op ɹǝʇɔɐɹɐɥɔ ʇɐɥM

💀: If you had to choose one major character to die, who would you choose?

I'm in the camp of JKR should have been brave and killed Arthur in OOTP. I think it would have uprooted the Weasleys and the loss would have been devastating in a way that would have had a larger impact on the war since Arthur was, for the most part, a well-liked individual.

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

Draco

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

Yes, he’s a mass murderer. Yes, he’s a fascist who targeted Muggle-borns.

And yet!

It is Voldemort—not the Order or the Ministry—who extends alliances and promises of a better society to magical beings marginalized by the current system. While others continue to oppress them, he works with werewolves and giants, offering them a place in his vision for the wizarding world.

While the Order fights for the preservation of the existing system and the Ministry clings to its status quo of exclusion and prejudice, Voldemort positions himself as a revolutionary. He recognizes the discontent of these marginalized groups and manipulates their desire for respect, power, and freedom to build his forces.

He recruits werewolves by promising them liberation from the stigma of their condition and a society where they can live openly without fear or persecution. He courts the giants, a community driven to near extinction and driven from their ancestral lands, offering them safety and a sense of belonging. While his methods are undeniably cruel and his intentions self-serving, his willingness to engage with these outcast groups stands in stark contrast to the indifference of the so-called "good" side.

This is the brilliance of Voldemort's strategy. By presenting himself as the only one willing to empower the disempowered—even as a means to an end—he exposes the deep flaws in the society he seeks to overthrow.

💜: Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

Hagrid 😉

📖: If you had to remove one book from the series, which would you choose?

GOF. I'm not a big fan of the Triwizard tournament and I think the important stuff like the trials and Sirius' intel from the first war could be in OOTP.

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Hermione is often mischaracterized in fan interpretations. People sometimes forget that she can be fun and isn't always uptight. I love the moment of her and Harry gossiping about Filch and Pince in HBP! it's so fun!

Another common misconception is treating Hermione as if she’s all-knowing when, in reality, her intelligence comes from hard work and relentless studying. She doesn’t automatically know everything—she learns it. Harry, on the other hand, often relies on intuition and instinct, which complements Hermione’s methodical approach. She’s not infallible either; Hermione is allowed to be wrong, and she is—sometimes spectacularly so. She struggles with handling pressure and can become stressed or overwhelmed when things don’t go according to plan. That vulnerability makes her all the more relatable!

People also tend to overlook Hermione’s softer, more traditionally feminine side. She enjoys dressing up, and styling her hair—it’s just that she finds those things too time-consuming for everyday life. She has a pink bathrobe, took the time to teach herself knitting, and likes the perfume Ron gave her.

¿ʎɥʍ puɐ ǝq ʇᴉ plnoʍ oɥʍ 'sɐʇᴉɹɐƃɹɐɯ puɐ soɔɐʇ ɹoɟ ʇno oƃ uǝɥʇ puɐ ɹǝʇɐǝ ɥʇɐǝp ɐ ɥʇᴉʍ ǝɔᴉʌɹǝs ʎʇᴉunɯɯoɔ op oʇ pɐɥ noʎ ɟI

Peter. I would push the taco out of hand right as he was about to take a bite. Its an interrogation now.

¿uoᴉʇᴉuƃoɔǝɹ ǝɹoɯ sǝʌɹǝsǝp puɐ pǝʇɐᴉɔǝɹddɐ ɹǝpun sᴉ ǝʌǝᴉlǝq noʎ op ɹǝʇɔɐɹɐɥɔ ʇɐɥM

My baby boy Neville deserves all the love.

He grew in confidence and skill, standing tall against every challenge that came his way. Through it all, he never wavered in his belief in Harry, always loyal and steadfast. Fierce and feral when it counted, Neville blossomed into a true leader.

He followed in his father’s footsteps, becoming an Auror, but eventually realized it was time to live for himself, not for others. Embracing his love for Herbology, he chose a life of peace and purpose, finding joy and strength in teaching the next generation. Neville’s journey is one of resilience, self-discovery, and quiet triumph—and I love him for it.

Ask me my unpopular opinions

[frickingnerd]

Hiiiii Val!!

Not a request, I just wanted to pass by to say hi and ask you how are you doing! :D are you good? have you been taking care of yourself? ❤️

Also, how you go with the game of Raincode? I saw that you added it to your list do I guess you like it so far 🤭 (i haven't seen yet but im excited for it!)

hi moonie! 🥺❤

i haven't been doing super well the last few days, but i'm currently starting to feel a bit better! i'm trying to take better care of myself and i hope it works out!

i finished raincode on thursday + read the "light novel" that came as bonus with the game. i have super mixed feelings about this game tbh 👉🏻👈🏻👀 some things i really liked, some not. some characters were great and some underdeveloped. i haven't fully made my mind up about the game yet, though i still think it's more good than bad. perhaps i am conflicted about it because i know danganronpa so well and kept comparing rain code to it (the minigames and the chapter structure is the same in rain code; they got a suicide chapter, a double murder and all the typical danganronpa stuff)

i could probably talk about this game for hours, so i'll keep it to this for now! it's worth looking into though! i prefere the rain code soundtrack over the danganronpa ost and the overall vibe of the game is really great!

[lokisprettygirl]

No no no, whyyyyy?? Seriously why!!??? And no. Did I mention why. (This is probably why I don't send my rants right away. I'm always making weird sounds for atleast an hour after I've read any of your chapters 😅) why'd did they have to kiss?? And more importantly why did loki have to see it. Now he'll just assume the worst. Why didn't she talk to him about how he was feeling when they had the time. That would've helped a little atleast. Steve and Katlyn most likely have a y/n hateclub which meets every week where they discuss these shittyyy plans. Because nobody can do this stuff without planning. Also, can you just randomly break Steve's nose in the story. Like I know loki can't do it or she can't and he can not die (yet) but can he fall on a pointy table or something and break his nose. I would love that. And what's with these party's. Where do they keep coming from?? Is that all rich people do? Party, conference, business trips?? It's a bit weird. Anyway, him caring for her was the cutest 😩. Like yes murder Steve whenever we get a chance. They're so sweet with the babying. I never thought I'd say this but I like when they do that. They didn't even get to have their three days of relaxing. It was gonna be perfect. But steve crushed our dreams again that son of bitch. And Ex Peter was Peter Parker 😶. I cannot hate little Spiderling. Not that I have to, except for the kissing and the weight hating thingy. Seriously why did that kiss happen?😭😭😭. My only hope right now is that recording. Hopefully it was on and loki will see exactly what happend and understand. I am on the edge of seat till the next chapter. Please don't let loki be hurt😢. Love for you and loki❤❤

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I guess he must have followed her because that's his baby and he don't trust the new kid around. He wasn't prepared to witness that, that's going to break his heart .

I think we should all vote if Steve should fall of the bridge or get his nose broken 🤣

That's all rich people do..trust me 🤣

Little spiderling is big spiderling in this fic and don't worry I'm not going to ruin another fan favourite character 😂

The recorder only records the voice 😶

Nevertheless they both have to communicate to sort this out or they ain't going to last

Love you so much 🥺💚❤️

[dollwritesarchive]

Omg I just realized that in my last ask about sukunas true form I forgot to say how much I loved your sukuna fic BUT I LOVED IT HOLY SHIT ❤ I have no idea how you can get the characterization of him down so quickly like jeez have you even finished the first season yet lol it was PERFECT. I'd like to say I'd put up a fight but like what more could I ask for than that exact scenario lol he would break me so fast.

Also I could sob the fact that you like mahito too 😭 literally everyone haaaates him which is understandable but I love that you love him too ❤ i thought that maybe you would change your mind once you saw him LOL. question do you watch it in dub or sub? Bc mahitos voice in sub just does something to me lol like it's so cute and playful.

Also some more tiktoks for you 😘

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WHEN I TELL YOU I RAN TO THE LINKS LIKE A LITTLE PIGGIE HITTING UP THE SLOP TROUGH 😭😭😭 YES YES YEEEES THE DADDIES

OMG IM SO GLAD YOU THINK SO 🥹 that means so much! I’ll be honest I’m not sure which episode I’m even on, I was watching a lot while I was at work but I can tell you that the Kyoto students are trying to kill yuji in the forest rn! I really thought sukuna killed mahito for a hot second and then the very start of the episode following the man was ripping his clothes off and jumping into a sauna 🫠

NOOOO MAHITO IS MY ULTIMATE FAVORITE CHARACTER !! I can see why everyone hates him but luckily annoying, murderous, and absolutely jacked is my type ❤️ KDKDKSK

I watch it subbed! Dubbed anime tends to give me ick BUT YOURE SO RIGHT HIS VOICE IS SO AHHHHHHHH

Anytime a pretty boy moans when he talks I am guaranteed to melt for him

[live-laugh-love-aziraphale]

Strangers from Hell

Episode 7✅

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Wait, omg this new guy is cute as fuck 😭

But why did he lie about the charger 🤨

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Moon-jo,,, stop being creepy babe (affectionate)

Also,,, MY NEW BABY RAPS? YUH

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Oh shit, he's about to rap on the street

He is SPILLING his life onto these people on the streets... I love him 💕❤️

Did he say "fuck money"?

❤🤩🌈🌟💕✨😍

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Bruh this guy is perverted and creepy as fuck

DID HE JUST FUCKIN–???

GROSS??

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I worried for my police bae Jeong-hwa

She's catching onto your ass Moon-jo 😐

Ooooooooooh backstory

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I.... I love this new guy....

A bonding moment between Jong-woo and ... shit I haven't seen his name yet

WE GOT A NAME!!! SEOK-YOON 💕

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Yuh, seok-yoon sent a picture like he said 🥰

WAIT SHIT IS HE OKAY???

OH FUCK,, OKAY,, I WAS WORRIED

oh seok-yoon,,, if he gets hurt I'm rioting

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That taxi driver ain't ask for none of this 🥲

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"It's like he loves us or something"

I'm pretty sure he murdered one of the twins because the twin was about to go hurt Jong-woo, his 'artwork', so....

Idk

UMMM MISS MA'AM HOW LONG WAS MOON-JO BACK THERE????

FCUKKKKKK

Jong-woo talking mad shit about Moon-jo:

Moon-jo: "omg that was great 🥰 you should kill someone now 😀"

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Seok-yoon is making a whole song in the shower while Jong-woo is happy to just be able to close his eyes 💀

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Ummmmmm, naur

Don't get out of bed babe,,, just go to sleep,,, pee is for the weak

FUCK HIS DOOR IS OPEN

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MS. UM HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR SHIT PERV

The whole residence said 🌟gaslight 🌈gatekeep 💕girlboss 💃

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The last twin laughing his ass of at Jong-woo feelin crazy for not finding the knife, while the twin himself is hiding it:

Moon-jo: "What so funny??? 😐"

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If Mr. Park doesn't stay in his fucking lane 😀

YEAH BEAT THAT KEYBOARDS ASS. FUCK IT UP

Be passive aggressive 🥰

I- is he about to be jumped?? HE IS?? FUCK 'EM UP JONG-WOO???

Oh? Military backstory? Finally?

OH SHIIIIITTTT A NIGHTMARE??? MY BABY SEOK-YOON? MOON-JO?? EH?

Literally WHAT is happening??

Jong-woo??? a lil crazy??

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Jong-woo, bloody and bruised on the street:

Moon-jo: "Damn babe, you live like this? You good?"

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"Don't worry. I'm by your side." If you say so Moon-jo 💕

Jong-woo was really about to kill those guys tho... Damn

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#5

him!! 💗💕💋❤️✨🥰

77 notes • Posted 2021-01-19 01:51:29 GMT

#4

Have you heard 'Levihan + Moblit Drama CD: The Library that is Covered in Dust' by user297887854 on SoundCloud? https://soundcloud.com/user297887854/levihan

Levihan (ft Moblit) Drama CD audio: The Library that is Covered in Dust

i thought i would upload this to soundcloud for easier listening and make a post for us tumblr folk over here if no one has done this yet! enjoy our two fave dorks and fave stressed out assistant be cute in this clean, crisp, official audio of the drama cd!

the original link with all 3 drama cd tracks can be accessed HERE. (this track is track 2.)

the link to the fan translation of the drama audio can be accessed HERE. thank you so much for translating!! @kwokky27​

this drama audio is based off of a story called The Library that is Covered in Dust from the official smartpass au. which is a collection of canon stories and excerpts from various characters perspectives. you can read the translated version of this story HERE.

85 notes • Posted 2021-08-08 19:22:49 GMT

#3

i feel like im not too mad about not getting a hange backstory because i find it rly adds to their charm! just being this whole ass mystery of a character and giving us readers a lot of freedom to interpret!

…but sweet jesus what i would give…what i would give and sell and do and suck just to get some ova or bonus or drama cd on cadet hange or new recuit survey corps hange. I WANT TO SEE THE FERAL YOUNG HANGE SHENANIGANS!! BARELY CONTROLLED TEMPERAMENTAL HANGE KILLING TITANS OUT OF RAGE!! HER FRIENDSHIPS AND RELATIONSHIPS W HER COMRADES IN THE CORPS BEFORE BEING A SECTION COMMANDER/SQUAD LEADER!! HOW SHE DEALT W LOSS!! THEIR RELATIONSHIP W ERWIN AND MIKE AND NANABA AND MOBLIT!! THEIR RELATIONSHIP W LEVI ONCE HE JOINED THE SCOUTS AND HOW THEY BOTH BECAME SO CLOSE!! THE ERURIHAN TRIO DYNAMIC!!? UR TELLING ME FERAL MAD SCIENTIST, LITERALLY AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL AND CAPTAIN AMERICA LOOKIN ASS(but with like more murder) WOULDNT BE THE PERFECT TRIO FOR JUST DUMB SHIT™️? GIVE US THE GOODS I AM BEGGING!!

94 notes • Posted 2021-06-09 21:37:21 GMT

#2

Levi fucking Ackerman. Levi... how i love this man so much....

like. levi has always been the literal embodiment of humanity’s strength. like. his title as “humanity’s strongest”,,,,, he is the physical embodiment of this idea.

like humanity has over the years, that man has lost so much over, and over, and over again. he’s been broken down to fucking oblivion, but what does he do? he gets the fuck back up and keeps fighting. he keeps standing, keeps walking, keeps fighting and he moves forward. levi ackerman fucking prevailed just as humanity prevailed. he kept fighting and not once did he give up even after losing everyone he ever held dear him, not even after being blown the fuck up and absolutely annihilated physically, mentally and emotionally constantly - just as humanity had. levi fucking ackerman is so strong. humanity is so strong. levi ackerman survived. humanity survived.

levi ackerman won. humanity fucking won.

99 notes • Posted 2021-04-07 19:53:39 GMT

#1

tis

119 notes • Posted 2021-02-05 17:02:15 GMT

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